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hsmagazine254 · 7 months
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How to Soothe and Relieve Itchy Mosquito Bites A Comprehensive Guide
Understanding Mosquito Bites: The Itchy Menace Mosquitoes can quickly turn a serene summer evening into a frantic battle against itchy and irritating bites. These tiny pests can leave you scratching and discomforted for days. But fear not! In this article, we’ll delve into the world of mosquito bites and explore effective methods to alleviate the itchiness and irritation they bring. Understanding…
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another-lost-mc · 7 months
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a/n: a continuation of how the little d's act when you're dating the avatars of sin.
➤ how the little d's act when you're dating barbatos | headcanons
0.7k words | sfw (mostly) | fluff (mostly)
cw: other characters briefly mentioned throughout. jealousy mentioned in no. 3 and no. 7's section. brief mention of violence/pest control in no. 4's section. mildly suggestive content in no. 5's section. no. 7 is a little sketchy and manipulative. tl;dr: canon-typical demon behaviour in smaller packaging.
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Little D No. 1 (Pride)
He’s even more attentive and hard-working now because he has three masters he wants to impress: Diavolo, Barbatos, and you.
He loves it when you compliment how nice the castle looks or how wonderful the parties are.
He has less patience for the other lesser demons that like to goof around and not take their work seriously.
He thinks of you as his special human friend. He never had much patience for humans before he met you. If only Solomon could be as nice and helpful as you are!
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Little D No. 2 (Greed)
He tries to sneak away from doing his chores so he can spend time with you instead.
He loves it when you give him little presents or hugs, but he’s greedy for your company too. He would follow you everywhere if he could.
He offers Barbatos advice on which gifts to buy for you, even when the butler doesn’t ask for his help.
If you give Barbatos gifts, No. 2 tries to steal them for himself.
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Little D No. 3 (Envy)
He doesn't have to do as many chores as the other lesser demons. Barbatos trusts him to protect you while he keeps you company. (He can be very dangerous if he thinks something or someone is hurting you or poses a threat to your safety.)
He complains when you don’t visit the castle often enough, or that you spend too much time with the other demons.
Sometimes he even gets jealous of Barbatos. He whines or sulks when he gets shooed away to give you some privacy.
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Little D No. 4 (Wrath)
He’s more vigilant about guests who visit the castle. He doesn't trust strangers either. He worries about your safety.
He gets very upset if he overhears other demons speaking about you with anything less than glowing praise or admiration. How dare they—!
The number of incidents involving him attacking other demons goes up because he has too much pent up frustration and anger and nowhere to channel it.
Barbatos lets him take a break from usual chores when he gets too agitated. If he’s not helping protect you, No. 4 goes hunting in the castle for rats. (He tried leaving you gifts outside your door to prove how strong he is, but he stopped when he realized it upset you.)
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Little D No. 5 (Lust)
He grows a bit bigger and stronger because the love and desire between you and his master is so strong. He naturally feeds off those feelings, and they're delicious.
He tries to help you get dressed or keep you company when you have a bath or shower, but he respects your boundaries when you ask him not to. (He can’t help it, you’re just so cute and he loves spending time with you!)
He shares a feedback loop with Asmodeus, but he promises Barbatos that he won’t ever tell the Avatar of Lust any intimate details about the things he hears or sees.
It doesn’t really make a difference though—No. 5 and Asmo are both brimming with energy on days when you and Barbatos are particularly indulgent in each other's company.
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Little D No. 6 (Gluttony)
He knows your favourite foods and likes to help Barbatos cook them for you.
He also likes to accompany Barbatos when he goes shopping so he can help pick out the best ingredients. It’s what you deserve!
Sometimes you offer him food and he feels bad accepting it. It’s the most wonderful gift anyone could give him. You’re too thoughtful and he adores you.
He bites anyone who tries to steal food off your plate because it’s rude and he doesn’t want you to go hungry.
He also attacks Solomon if he catches the sorcerer trying to enter the kitchen or tamper with the food in any way.
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Little D No. 7 (Sloth)
He complains about being too tired so he can avoid doing chores and spend time with you instead.
He gossips about the angels and human sorcerer (and let's be honest, the other demons too) to make them look bad.
He gets very sulky when he’s not allowed to sleep in the same room as you (usually because you’re with Barbatos in his room).
He likes it when you have good dreams. He can feel a sense of calm and happiness radiating from you the next day.
He visits you the mornings after you have bad dreams to make sure you’re okay. (Maybe if he’d been there, he could’ve eaten them for you!)
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elexuscal · 4 months
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Ficlet prompt idea! Interactions between ART and Pin-Lee and/or Mensah in the time after NE but before SC.
More thoughts if you wanted more inspiration than a single line. Does Pin-Lee teach ART some new curses ('cause ART curses alot more in this book, and I wanna blame Pin-Lee like how Rhatti mentions the overlap between MB and Pin-Lee's curse vocab)? How great would their banter be, lawyer vs know-it-all-AI?!
Is ART still kinda shy/excited by meeting Mensah?
Thank you~ I really love your work!!!
Awwww thank you very much!
Oh man i was so spoiled for choice here but i really really struggled to think of an interesting take on this
Big thank you to @specialagentartemis who i paraphrased a significant chunk of this from as well as general Vibes
Asshole vs Asshole
So here's the thing. Here's the fucking thing, okay?
Twenty-three days. Twenty-three fucking days of waiting, of worrying, of preparing. Of nearly chewing her own arm off. Of thinking she was walk into a fucking blood bath.
And the Preservation Alliance rescue team finally gets to the scene of the crime, and no one is dead. Which is fucking good, obviously. Okay. She gets it. No one's dead, no one's lost any limbs, and praise the dark gods of yesteryear, no one has even been kidnapped. This is literally better than the best-case scenarios they concocted.
But surely, surely, Pin-Lee can't be the only one who thinks it is fucking weird to be having tea with the person who did the kidnapping in the fist place?
"Thank you, Perihelion," Ayda says, as a shiny blue drone finishes pouring tea into a cup. Just a whiff and a glance is all Pin-Lee needs to know it was brewed exactly the way Dr. Mensah prefers it.
The drone turns to hover to her. It pours a drink into her own mug. Pin-Lee glares at it.
Ayda doesn't look at her, doesn't so much as tilt her head. But they've worked together for a long, long time now, and Pin-Lee nonetheless reads the subtler body language. She grinds out, "Thank you."
She sips the drink. It is coffee and it is extremely bitter and it's warm-but-not-quite-hot and Pin-Lee has a sneaking suspicion it is at least a few hours old.
[You're welcome~] Perihelion's trills as the drone zooms away.
Peri. Fucking. Helion.
Turns out, it's the one that orchestrated this whole thing. The super-secret advanced spaceship that SecUnit apparently befriended while it was off on its journey of self-discovery or whatever decided that it knew exactly who could handle its little pest control problem, and hadn't much cared which innocent civilians got stuck in the cross-fire.
"There were extenuating circumstances," SecUnit had explained, face set like it was ready for a fight.
"It's all fine, water under the bridge," Ratthi had said. "No harm done really."
"Except for the new layers of fresh trauma," Overse had groused.
"But we're handling that, too," Arada had said, with a too-bright smile. "And it's a good thing we're here to help the colonists."
"Yeah yeah and you should see ART's hydroponics bay, it's super cool," said Amena, tugging on her arm.
So suffice to say she was kind of getting some Mixed Signals about this whole thing.
But okay! Corporates descending to steal the livelihoods of hundreds of innocents! Fine! There's a lot at stake! And this is what Pin-Lee is good at, and (sort of) what she was dragged along to handle, so she is willing to put this all aside for the greater good.
Pin-Lee sips at her under-handed-insult coffee and reads over the legal feed documents of this whole cluster-fuck of a case. "Okay," she says at last. "Okay, this is salvageable. But I'm going to need to some more info before I can fully revise this.."
"Of course," says the captain of The Perihelion, a note of genuine relief in his otherwise professional voice. "What do you need?"
"1: A full list of all the symptoms associated with the contamination, and its speed of spread. That'll influence what level of breach this is classified under. 2: Estimates for all of the colonists deaths that were directly caused due to their being stranded. 3: Monetary evaluation of all the colonists' remaining assets..."
"Of course," the captain agrees
Which is fine. Except fifteen minutes later some teenager not-much-older-than-Amena shows up and hands Pin-Lee a stack of paper.
"What's this?" Pin-Lee says, her eyes immediately skidding off of the hand-written tables and charts.
"That's our evaluation of the colonists' assets, like you asked for," the teenager (Turi?) says.
Pin-Lee looks at Turi, to the papers, and back at Turi again. "Can I get this in the feed?"
"Well.... You can..." Turi says, a bit of red in their cheeks. "But..."
"But no guarantee the numbers won't be doctored there," calls Karime from the other side of the lounge.
Teeth grinding in the back of her mouth, Pin-Lee manages, "What?"
[My numbers are perfectly accurate,] Perihelion protests. [It is hardly my fault if none of you are capable of following the calculations.]
Martyn snorts. "It would help if you bothered explaining all your sources."
[Find them yourself.]
Pin-Lee can barely believe what she's hearing. "Are you telling me... that your AI keeps fucking with the numbers so bad that you need to get a teenager to do the accounts by hand."
"I'm not a teenager, I'm twenty-three." Pin-Lee huffs; as if that's a meaningful difference. "And I'm a very, very good accountant." Turi pauses, then admits, "But that's the long and short of it, yes."
Pin-Lee can't help it. She drops her head to the table and hides it under her arms.
[Do you have a problem with this state of affairs?] the very aptly re-named Asshole Research Transport oozes in her private feed.
[You really don't need me to answer that.]
[You're right. I don't.]
She uncurls her finger and makes a rude gesture. Presumably one of its thousands of cameras will see it.
That summons SecUnit into the conversation. [Are you two fucking with each other again?]
[No,] they say in unison.
[Cut it out,] SecUnit says, and then drops away. Truly a master of conflict resolution, that one.
'I'll cut it out when you learn to make nicer friends', she almost sends, but catches the obvious come-back and stops herself. Instead she takes sip of her shitty coffee and gets to work trying to interpret hand-written accounts.
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pattycakes5516 · 3 months
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TojiXreader one shot-mature
Smut and angst all mixed into one
A constant shrill ringing in your ears was the only thing allowing you to cling to consciousness. Your mind was no longer full of the constant anxiety of day to day life. Only the sensations of pain and pleasure blending into an addictive cocktail.
“You're doing so well for me…” a gruff voice groaned into your ear. “Just… hah.. a bit longer” you tried to cling on to the muscular figure in front of you but you felt too weak. Your overworked muscles felt like jelly.
You moan as his hands wrap around your throat once again. “Fuck I love that face…” His voice was raspy and breathless. You feel his figure tense and deep guttural grunts escape his lips. You whimper as you feel him release deep inside of you.
“Shhh…” You are pulled up gently into his arms as he moves your hair from your face. “Your ok sweetheart.” You nuzzle into his neck as he rubs your back. “No no…” He hums into your ear, “Look at me.”
Suddenly he is cradling your head. You feel his lips leaving quick kisses along your face. “Come on…” You lift your heavy eyelids with a sigh until you meet his piercing green gaze. “There she is…”
“Toji…” You mumble finding your voice. A smirk forms on his face, the thin scar on his lips draws your gaze. His lips are on yours taking away what little breath you had. “Mmm.” You get drawn in again, enjoying his fingers tugging at your hair.
“I can’t…” you mumble after his tongue probes your mouth greedily. “Please…” a soft whine of protest causes a deep chuckle from his chest.
“It’s ok princess.” Toji soothes you as you finally begin to come back to your senses. “I’m going to run a bath.” He lays you back onto the bed but as he tugs away you grip his wrist. “I promise I’m not leavin ya right now…” He whispers and you reluctantly let go. “Good girl.”
You watch his broad back exit your bedroom door as your brain starts formulating thoughts again. You let that man back in. Back into your home and your heart. A few compliments and a shitty excuse was all it took. He was the only one who could make you lose yourself. Lose all control and damn it it was exhilarating.
Your mind curses you as you recall the events that led to you now trying to find the strength to move. “How are you doing princess?” His raspy voice interrupts you scolding yourself. You look up into those beautiful green eyes and frown.
Toji ignores your expression, helping you sit up so you can drink a glass of water. You slowly sip as he lifts the glass. “You seein anybody?” Toji randomly asks and you choke. As you cough you glare up at him and he wears that same smug expression.
“No…” you practically growl and that grin falls just a bit.
“You really should.” He says as if chastising you. That familiar feeling of disappointment and anger returns as if in cue. Before you could curse him he lifts you up into his arms. You decide to stay silent as he takes you to the bathroom and sets you into your tub.
You feel his eyes studying you but you refuse to look at him. “Aww Y/N don’t be like that.” His low chuckle echoes against the tile. The sound was both haunting and angelic to your ears.
When you still refuse to meet his eyes, you hear him click his teeth. From the corner of your vision you see him lean over and grab the clean washcloth he had prepared. “Toji… Do you just enjoy hurting me?” You managed to ask and hear him sigh.
This time he is speechless as he runs the cloth along your tired body. You close your eyes distracted by the warm water cascading down your skin. The silence did not bother you but you could feel the tension between you now. After he washes you clean from the mix of sweat and his own essence he stands.
“I’m going to smoke real quick…” You hear him mutter and you shrug. He loves putting distance between you after ruining you. Toji Fushiguro was a menace and a pest. You know you need to exterminate him from your life. Why was it so difficult?
After a while you groan as your muscles begin to ache. You manage to push yourself up and step out of the tub. Grabbing the towel he left out you begin drying yourself off. Seeing the marks he always leaves makes your stomach flip. You walk to your mirror and look at your reflection.
“I’m so tired…” you say as you see the dark circles. Your fingers run along the bruise starting to form around your neck. These will outlast the time you spend together… Another reminder of your constant mistake.
The bathroom door swings open and your drug stands behind you. His large arms wrap around your waist as your gazes meet in the glass. “I was broken before I met you, Toji. You just remind me that the world is cruel. I use you to punish myself I think…”
Both of you have twisted expressions. “You remind me that there is good out there. I always fuck this up because I don’t deserve it.” Toji whispers into your ear and then lays a small kiss on your neck.
“How cliche…” you mutter and laugh. You hear him laugh as well. Then you both burst out into chuckles. It was not out of happiness. It was one of those gut wrenching reflexes where if you don’t laugh then you would both cry.
“Will I see you in the morning?” You ask a bit coldly. Toji doesn’t respond right away. Instead he roughly pulls your head back and kisses you passionately. Your tongues are both fighting for dominance then he bites your lower lip.
“You want me to tell you a lie?” He asks and you roll your eyes. You push him away and walk out, hearing him follow closely behind. “Come on Y/N let’s keep pretending I’m a good guy just for tonight huh?”
You turn quickly on your heel with a sinister smile. You grab his chin tightly, his eyes widen in surprise. “There is no such thing as a good guy, Toji.” Your voice is stern and his expression shifts to match your amusement. “Now pour me a glass of whiskey.” He nods and you release his face. Moving into the dining room you sit at the island and watch him prepare you a drink.
“How is work?” He asks as if he really cared. You scoff and he flashes his teeth. “Humour me…” He pleads and you take in a breath.
“Ooo it’s wonderful. I always imagined sitting in a cubicle all day. My work really matters, you know.” Your voice oozed sarcasm. This time Toji rolled his pretty eyes in your direction as he slid over your glass. “How is the business of murdering people?”
Toji grins, “Fucking hell Y/N…” He laughs watching as you take a long sip. “It’s great being a dog I guess. Havin to attack when ordered. The best!” He matches your tone and you find yourself smirking.
“I’m surprised your master let you off the leash for a bit.” You add and he shrugs. You finish the liquor too quickly and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’ll have to send him a thank you card.”
“You bitch…” Toji growls but you could tell he was enjoying the banter. His expression was soft. “He knew I needed to fuck something. I was getting a bit unruly.”
“Lucky me…” you mumble and before you could blink he had lifted you up, placed you on the counter top, and spread your legs to ease between them.
“You fucking love that I always come slinkin back to you.” His voice lowers as he pushes his forehead against yours.
“Maybe…” you say as your breaths mingled together. Your eyes traveled lower and you could see he was ready to take you again. “Your fucking insatiable Toji…” You moan as his hands grip your large thighs.
“You love that too.” He says and you could not deny him that fact. No matter how much you hated him when he disappeared. The moment he returned your heart always leapt out of your chest in excitement. “You should have never walked into that bar.”
“Well I always tend to have the worst luck…” you whisper and both of you smile. “Now do whatever you want…”
He did not need any more coaxing. Your head fell back as he shoved himself deep inside of you. Your legs shook in protest but he held you steady as he began thrusting aggressively. Both your words were now animalistic groans and heavy breathing.
The thoughts of how you ended up here easily fading back to mindless pleasure as he grabs your neck yanking you forward for a sloppy kiss. “If you let anyone see you like this…” His eyes were now wild. “I’ll fucking kill them…”
You never knew if when he spoke was the truth. Especially when he was balls deep in your soaking cunt. You moan loudly at the possessive streak that has now overcome him. You're a fool… some part of my subconscious spoke up but when he squeezed taking away my oxygen it faded away.
Being unlucky was not always the worst…
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doeshrine · 6 months
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Any general headcanons for doe; romantic or just regular guy stuff :]
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You guys really wanna know MORE!? AHH I have had no one to talk about my beloved Doe with AH! Sorry sorry! I'm done gushing! Genuinely just happy to talk about them.
TW: YANDERE RELATED TOPICS
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John Doe absolutely goes by he/they pronouns. No ya'll can't take this from me.
Even in their female form which is often referred to as "Jane Doe", I feel like that would just piss them off. I think just bc he changes his presentation doesn't mean you get to misgender them. I think despite presentation changes he'd still be himself and still go by John Doe.
So Regular Guys are pretty much pests in the Uncanny Valley. John Doe's eyes are kinda of explained in House Hunted 2 that he has to physically split his eye in half so he blends in. Personally, I think that's got to be uncomfortable all the time, so at home he does go from two eyes to one eye since he feels comfortable about it.
Many would think he's controlling which I think he can be occasionally, but not on purpose. Due to some of the things he has been through all alone, I think he views himself being controlling as protecting you, and while yeah he's a whole yandere I think he's more than willing to hear you out on making him comfortable while also accommodating your- freewill lol.
He hisses at people.
He stares at you when you sleep. There is no way ya'll convince me otherwise.
He doesn't require sleep but understands that you prefer to snuggle in bed with him at night.
He hates any of your plushies. He thinks if you hug them, you like them more than him- but he won't throw them away. He likes how soft they are.
He stutters a lot when trying to explain his feelings to you. He isn't used to people viewing him as a person over a pest.
Despite being a yandere, he is oddly good at communication if you teach him what it is and how to understand boundaries. He's going to slip up and you gotta understand that when going into the relationship.
He just orders takeout a lot. I have a weird headcanon that Regular Guys can make things from thin air so when he orders food he hands them money he just conjures. ((This man accidentally inflates the economy one eldritch magic dollar at a time.))
When he gets all hyper-realistic, he doesn't acknowledge it as "scary" to him he's sort of blind to it happening. While yes he is physically doing it, he doesn't see it so he just- kinda thinks you're being mean to him if you freak out. I think he's a visual learner so cues such as covering your eyes help him understand you're just uncomfortable, but don't love him any less.
He lets you pet his hair and despite the curls it never knots or tangles. Like it never knots up.
He isn't good with animals. Except crows love him. He likes crows.
He does try to clutter your home- and uh that's gonna require you explaining to him that humans need clean spaces to live.
Did I mention he's jealous? However, he can be really subtle about it. He just glares or waits till you turn to go hyper-realistic on someone.
He has an existential crisis in one breath, but in the next will ask you to pass the popcorn. (he is unwell)
For my FNAF bitches, he would listen to your info dump about the FNAF lore any day of the week. Any kind of hyperfixation or special interest of yours he will listen to you talk about it. He can keep up with however you talk and will never ask you to speed up slow down or stop talking. He just likes you.
He can help with chores, water CANNOT be involved.
In his Lil' Doe form (I HAVE DIBS ON THE NICKNAME >XP), he takes dust baths, but because he isn't human he doesn't have to take traditional showers. He can't too or his form does break down so please take care of him.
Despite him hating you taking showers, he learns to accept it due to the fact you explain it is a health thing. He realizes a human being is much more complex than a Regular Guy physically and requires more care than a dust bath.
He makes sure you eat. If you don't eat he becomes paranoid you will die.
Has he killed people for you? Yep.
Kinda running out of thoughts!
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Hear me out, hear me out. Rei Suwa with a motherly s/o that loves to dote on him.
Rei Suwa + doting s/o
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“I said I’m fine.”
“You certainly don’t look fine.” [Y/N] insisted. Reaching out to touch Rei’s forehead and recheck his temperature, even as he tried to bob his head around to avoid it and keep his eyes on the screen. “Your skins all clammy and pale, and you look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“I always look this way.” He said. Shrugging his blanket cape higher up on his shoulders.
[Y/N] sighed and stood up to head into the kitchen. They would have been less worried if Kazuki was here, but he had was out of town on a job when Rei came down with his cold. A gift from Miri’s daycare. In his normal state Rei was barely able to take care of a child on his own, so you had come over to help with Miri and make sure Rei got better.
“Here. At least eat some soup.”
“I don’t want to.” Rei muttered as he continued to play his game. “It’s got things in it.”
“You mean chicken?” They knew he was a picky eater on the best of days, but with his sickness he was just being insufferable. “Come on Rei, just a few bites? I worked really hard on it.”
“You poured it out of a can.”
“I still worked really hard on it….”
Rei glanced over at [Y/N]. Seeing their crestfallen face while holding the tray. He paused his game and sat the controller down. “Ok. I’ll eat it.”
[Y/N] smiled and placed the tray in his lap. A bowl of soup, cup of hot tea, rice crackers, and even one of Miri’s pudding cups he secretly enjoyed was sat neatly on the tray in front of him. Looks like they did work hard.
He ate most of his lunch (and by most of that meant a few bites of soup but all the crackers and pudding) before [Y/N] took it away. “Why don’t you get a shower before Miri gets home? It can’t be comfortable sitting in those sweaty clothes all day.”
“I’m fin---!” Before he could finish his thought, Rei broke out into a violent coughing fit. One that shook his whole body.
[Y/N] immediately darted over beside him. Patting his back and handing him the tea again to clear his throat. “There there, it’s ok.” They assured as he took a few sips. Rubbing his back until the coughing stopped. “I’m sorry I’m being such a pest. I just worry about you. Which is weird because I don’t usually worry about you when you’re at work, but something like this..…maybe I’m just being silly. If you say you’re fine then I believe you. I’ll leave you alone and get back to your game. I’ll come by later after I pick Miri up from school—”
The last bit of their sentence was cut off when Rei caught the sleeve of their shirt as they stood. His face was tilted down towards the ground. His eyes covered by his shaggy hair. But his weak hold on their clothes keeping them still. “Don’t go.”
They were surprised to hear Rei’s words. Almost not hearing them with how raspy his voice was. “Don’t go. I don’t mind. I don’t want you to leave. Stay.”
‘Stay and take care of me’
[Y/N] smiled softly him and then sat back down on the couch to wrap their arms around him. “Do you want to take a bath instead of a shower?” His head nodded up and down. The mess mop of hair bouncing along. “Ok. You know that means it will still be wet after. You’ll have to sleep in your real bed.” He nodded again, then pulled his blanket cape up over his head like a little cocoon, and flopped down on the couch. Making [Y/N] chuckle. “Good idea. You rest and I’ll get the bath started.”
“shudding mups.”
[Y/N] turned back again when Rei’s muffled voice came out from the covers. He opened them just enough to stick his face out. “Can I have more pudding cups?”
They smiled, “yes you may.”
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vulpes-fennec · 1 year
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@elainweekofficial Day 2 🌱
Elain loves to garden, so here's a moodboard of her garden at the River House! Read below the cut for an Elucien one-shot 🦔
Gardening required precision: the right soil composition, watering frequency, timing of planting, and placement. But it also required leniency, for the pollinators, animals, and weather systems that played a role were out of Elain’s control. 
Which was why Elain strung up bird baths and propped up old pots for toads. She left the spiders and praying mantises alone, even though they scared her. She suppressed the urge to tidy everything into neat arrangements, knowing that a little messiness was beneficial for the ecosystem.
Gardening had its fair share of physical work, too. Elain was not a warrior like Feyre or Nesta, but she still flexed her muscles by lugging the watering can around, yanking out weeds, digging up roots, and vanquishing the pests and plant illnesses. 
Gardening was the satisfaction of watching the spring buds flower, of biting into the first summer harvest. But out of everything, experiencing warm sunshine on her skin was Elain’s favorite part of gardening. 
It was shaping up to be a perfect day, she thought. Already Elain had changed the bird bath, refilled the bird feeder, turned the compost pile, pruned the bushes, and inspected the budding fruit trees. She was in the middle of harvesting a bundle of herbs for dinner when she heard distressed squeaking coming from around the bend. 
“Oh no!” Elain cried when she spotted the source of the squeaks. A large hawk had a small creature clasped in its talons, and was taking flight. “Stop! Stop this right now!” 
The animal squirmed its way out of the hawk’s grip and fell several feet to the ground, to Elain’s horror. She rushed over immediately, finding a small hedgehog dragging its hind foot as it struggled towards a brambly hedge. 
“You poor thing!” Elain exclaimed. The hedgehog curled into a ball of brown and black spikes when she approached. Elain knelt down in the grass, cooing softly. “It’s alright little one. You’re safe with me.” 
The hedgehog did not seem to think so. It let out another cry of terror when Elain gingerly touched it. She winced at the spines pricking her calloused palms. A quick glance revealed the hawk waiting patiently in the tree for its afternoon snack, its beady yellow eyes glaring at Elain. 
“Go away!” she shouted up at it. “Don’t you dare come any closer!” She turned her attention back to the hedgehog, who was trembling in fear thanks to her raised voice. 
“I didn’t mean you, little one,” Elain whispered softly, hunching over the hedgehog. “Please don’t be afraid. I only want to help you.” Bracing herself against the temporary pain, Elain gently scooped the curled hedgehog up and placed it into her straw hat. 
Gravel crunched urgently behind her.  
“My lady?” The emissary of the Night Court stood just a few yards away from her, looking like he’d been running. Lucien Vanserra. Her mate. 
Elain stiffened. “What are you doing here?” The words came out sharper than she’d intended, and she regretted using them as her first line of greeting. 
Lucien’s flaming red hair glinted in the sun like molten ore, his russet eye studying her carefully. The scar cutting down his face only drew attention to his angular features. It had been several weeks since Elain saw him last, and every time he reappeared in her life, his handsome face seemed to grow begrudgingly more attractive. “I came to hand deliver an invitation for Queen Vassa’s coronation,” he replied. “To Feyre and Rhysand, but it seems they’re nowhere to be found.” 
“They’re at the Hewn City.” Elain’s words were a frank dismissal to her ears. She winced.
Lucien’s mouth tightened. “Well, I heard you shouting at something so forgive me for making sure you were alright.” 
I don’t need your protection, Elain wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut. Her good manners always eluded her whenever she saw Lucien Vanserra. 
“I’m fine. It’s just a hedgehog with an injured foot. I’ll have to send for Madja tomorrow morning.” 
“Broken limbs should be set and healed as soon as possible. Waiting until morning may be too late.” Lucien frowned slightly. “I can try to help.” 
“You’re not an animal healer,” she objected. 
“No, but I did fix your sister’s broken nose under the mountain.” Lucien’s good eye flickered with the faint memory of the traumatic hellhole. 
I don’t need your help, Elain wanted to say, but the hedgehog’s shrill vocalizations begged to differ. “Alright,” she admitted. “We can go to the greenhouse.” 
The creature was shaking like a leaf when Elain set the hat down on the surface of the greenhouse work table. The surface was littered with gardening notes and bottled tonics. A cupboard, filled with seeds and dried flowers stood opposite a shelf of gardening tools. And every other available space was filled with plants. 
The greenhouse was sizable, but the space felt small and hot the moment Lucien stepped over the threshold. He stood silently in the doorway, golden eye clicking and whirring at the haphazard interior. 
She had gauze and healing salves…but perhaps ointments that worked on the Fae would be toxic for animals. The enchanted gloves Lucien gifted her were carefully tucked in a box. Elain had barely used them, only taking them out occasionally to admire its make. But perhaps it was time to put away that stubborn pride…Elain glanced over her shoulder furtively at her mate.
“Hello, aren’t you a cute little thing?” Lucien greeted the hedgehog as he bent down until he was eye level with the table. “My name is Lucien, Night Court’s emissary.” 
He extended a tanned brown hand towards the creature. The hedgehog peeked out at the emissary, unfurling itself to sniff his fingers with its pointed nose. “That’s right, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” 
“What do we do?” Elain approached the table anxiously. 
Surprise flitted across Lucien’s face at the sight of her gloved hands. “If you could sit and hold the hedgehog so I can see the leg…”
“It’s me, Elain,” she cooed to it, extending her hand just as Lucien did. “I’m going to have to pick you up now.” The hedgehog shrank away, and Elain’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.
“You can do it,” Lucien said encouragingly. “I’m talking to the hedgehog, but I suppose it applies to you as well.” 
“Why does it like you more than me?” Elain demanded indignantly.
Lucien’s grin was positively smug. “Hedgehogs were quite prevalent in the Autumn Court. They thought quite highly of me.”
Elain rolled her eyes at him. “Come on now. Up onto my hand we go. You’ve seen me around the garden, haven’t you? I’m not a stranger.” The hedgehog reluctantly limped onto her outstretched hand. “Good job, little one!” 
Elain’s heart pounded anxiously as she settled on the chair, for the creature seemed so frail and small. The hedgehog scrunched up its small face, crying out as she shifted it onto its back. Elain gasped when she noticed several red lacerations on its furred underbelly. “Cauldron, it’s worse than I thought,” she fretted. “And I think it’s a female.” 
“Hmmm, you’re right.” Lucien murmured as the hedgehog made more high-pitched whimpering sounds. “Shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart. Let me take a look.” Heat shimmered in the air between them as Lucien knelt in between her legs and leaned closer.
“If you want to give him a bite, you have my permission,” Elain added. As cute as it was, hedgehogs were still wild animals. And she didn’t know if they were aggressive when threatened. 
“I don’t have a problem with biting.” Elain’s blood ran hot when Lucien looked up at her with a humorous glint in both eyes. She quickly looked away. How can I be thinking improper thoughts about him when this poor hedgehog is practically dying in my lap?
Golden light shimmered as the cuts on the hedgehog’s soft belly melded together and disappeared. Elain sucked a breath in, fascinated. But the happy moment was short-lived. 
Lucien’s fingers gently probed the crooked foot, eliciting a plaintive screech from the hedgehog. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Regret laced in his russet eye. 
Elain felt like crying herself at the hedgehog’s distress. “Oh, Lucien. Please hurry! It seems to be in so much pain!” 
His face was grim. “I need to make sure it’s set in the proper position before I heal it. But it’s going to hurt her,” he explained. 
Elain hoisted the hedgehog up so that it leaned against her chest, praying her heartbeat would calm it down. “He’s trying to help you,” she whispered to it. “Please hold on just a little longer. Everything will be alright.” 
“It’s going to be alright, munchkin,” Lucien’s low voice soothed. He tilted his head left and right, as if assessing the proper positioning for a hedgehog foot. “You’ve been such a brave girl. Are you going to be the bravest little hedgehog in Velaris?” 
Golden webbing—a spell—was woven along the hedgehog’s ankle, bracing it in the proper position. The hedgehog screeched. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lucien murmured. 
“Oh, when this is over, I’ll build you a little hedgehog house,” Elain added, trying to keep the hedgehog’s attention on her face. “I’ll make sure you have plenty of treats. We can invite some hedgehog friends over, alright? Don’t think about your foot, darling.” 
A flash of light burst from Lucien’s hand and a final terrified squeak pierced the air. The hedgehog writhed in agony briefly, shivering and whimpering. “Oh gods, oh gods,” Elain gasped. “Is it alright? What happened?” 
“I think so. Put it on the table and see,” Lucien said gently. The hedgehog was indeed back to normal, ambling around on all four legs and making snuffling sounds. 
“It worked. It really worked!” Elain smiled broadly, her heart swelling with relief and joy. “Thank you for helping, Lucien.” Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Realizing what she’d done, Elain disentangled herself from him sheepishly. 
Lucien shrugged as he stood up. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” He paused. “Did you really mean it? Everything you said to the hedgehog? About building a whole house and bringing more of its kind over?” 
“Yes?” Her mate appraised her with a small smile on his lips that stripped Elain bare. Did he think she was being childish? “And what about it?” Elain demanded hotly. 
“It’s refreshing.” Lucien glanced over his shoulder on the way out of the greenhouse. “The way you care for a small hedgehog, when you treated it gently…it gives me hope for this world.” 
You too, Elain wanted to say. But her mate had already winnowed away without saying goodbye. Meanwhile, the hedgehog was sniffling at a gold-embossed envelope on the worktable. The invitation to Queen Vassa’s coronation had indeed been delivered.
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BLACK ASK GAME: WRITEBLR: WORLDBUILDING
OBSIDIAN - How did the world begin?
ONYX - How will the world end?
INK - What is their main entertainment?
OIL - What resource have they had the most wars over? Is it worth it?
SOOT - Do they have child labour?
COAL - How do they get electricity, if they have electricity?
GREASE - How often do people bathe?
CHARCOAL - What is the best game?
LEATHER - What are most clothes made out of? Is it comfortable?
MIDNIGHT - What do the children fear most? Is it a valid fear?
SHADOW - Who is really in control of the world? Do the people know this?
DARKNESS - Does it have the same day-and-night cycle as earth?
CROW - What do people deem an omen of death? Is it a real one?
RAVEN - What one symbol represents the world as a whole?
SPIDER - What is the most common houshold pest?
CURL - Do the people look human?
BLACKBERRY - What is the most overrated food? And what is the most underrated food?
OLIVE - Pick a fun fact!
BURN - Who discovered fire?
BLACK - How does this world compare to any other worlds you have created?
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neverchecking · 9 months
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I present to you: Dad Ravio
The whole chain is arguing over who's kid it is. "Well if it has purple eyes it has to be mine!"
"And if it has my nose it's mine!"
So imagine their shock when the baby comes and she has a full head of pitch black hair.
(Side note, baby's a girl. He'd be a girl mom don't argue with me on this)
Sage goes, "I think someone told me once my mom had black hair." Chaos ensues.
It takes a while to get to the correct era. But once once you land there and walk into the house with a baby that looks eerily like him, Ravio's all over you.
He won't let anyone else touch her. He'd use his scarf to make a wrap to carry her around. He'd sing Loruleon lullabies to her as he did paperwork with her to his chest.
And the chain? Oh, they are LIVID. They already had a halfway agreement that they would all raise the baby, no matter who's it was. But Rav wasn't in on that. Because he wasn't even a possible thought in their heads. How could those few nights with him verses DOZENS with them-
But Ravio doesn't seem to care one bit, he wakes up during the night with her, feeds her, bathes her. Everything he should. He falls into place perfectly. How could he not love a mini him?
But when a portal opens up, you don't really know what to do. It eventually comes to the conclusion that you and the baby will go on and will visit when you can. Ravio falls to his knees, begging you not to go, not to take her with you. But you kinda have to. She's still too young to not need her mother. And you have to keep going. You give him a kiss to his head and promise that it won't be long before leaving.
The kid grows into a magic obsessed little heathen. Legend shows her a few magical artifacts one day when she's around four, and it's all downhill from there. Four has to physically keep her away from the foursword. Time has to keep his bag of masks out of reach. And every time you end up back with Ravio, she barades him with questions about Lorule and their magic. And he loves it.
He teaches her phrases in Loruleon. Some things she probably shouldn't be saying at five. But he's her dad, and if he says she can say "Link is a dumbass" then what he says goes.
nofnofnf DAD RAVIO SPREAD THE WORD
Sage going 'Someone told me my mom had black hair." AND WILD JUST GOES 'We had the same mom and no one has ever told me that. Everyone who knew her is DEAD Sage."
So idk if this was something I mentioned on an ask or something I was talking about with Moss or Dree, but Ravio has some control over traveling in Eras. Bc in Hyrule Warriors, he was there (And semi-useless, but come see come sa-). So I imagine should he get impatient, he just...shows up? So maybe he pops up bc where was his Goddess and why do the heroes get to hog her?
And when he does and there's this little baby, black hair and dazzling green eyes? He just knows, then and there, it's his baby. And of course he has a precious baby girl <3
He's immediately taking his baby from anyone that's not you or him, wrapping her in his scarf in a form of a baby wrap. He's using Sheerow to mimic soft background music while he gently mumbles the words, just loud enough for her (and you) to hear.
The chain is pissed. If it was one of theirs, fine. The all had the spirit of courage so in some semblance (With some crazy mental gymnastics) it was all of theirs. But not Ravio's. He wasn't a part of that! How could they think he would even be a possibility?! He was nothing more than a pest. A merchant that happened to be useful to Legend.
Ravio is thrilled. I mean, his baby is his Goddess' kid as well and he is just so thrilled and in love. He loves being a dad and he loves helping Reader.
When said portal does open it is kind of a tense moment. Because you aren't leaving the chain. But you aren't leaving your baby. Ravio is absolutely livid when it comes to this because the Links are just like petulant children. So if they can't have your kids, he can't either?! What kind of faulty logic was that??!
You bet he's showing up all the time though. There are some breaks, bc it takes a lot of magic to jump like he does, but he's always there when his little girl needs him.
The kid is a gremlin. One thousand percent. Between her dad and Legend and all the magic around her, it's no wonder. And she gets into everything there are bag checks every time they move somewhere and should something go missing, she is number one suspect.
He loves teaching her all about Lorule and the language and the magic and the culture.
She curses all the Links out in Loruleon, not bc she wants to but bc her dad said it was a compliment in their language.
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quillpokebiology · 11 months
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Hi! do you know any interesting facts about Lurantis?
I do! I really like them, and while it's not a lurantis, my friend has a fomantis named Snapdragon who I absolutely love.
Lurantis Facts
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-The scientific name for Lurantis is "Montoludia sicula" which translates to "Sickle soothsayer-actress"
-When lurantis were first discovered, there was a lot of controversy on why they should be classified as a bug type. But further research shows that it isn’t bugs pretending to be plants; it’s plants pretending to be bugs
-Scientists theorize that the reason lurantis became predators was because they weren’t getting enough sunlight at some point in history
-As ambush predators, lurantis are able to sit in an area for days without the need of sunlight or food; waiting for their next prey
-The Alolan saying, “A plant in bug’s silk,” which refers to someone who is pretending to be nice only to betray you, came from lurantis
-Male lurantis are slightly smaller than female luranits
-Newer studies show that ancient lurantis were shown to be grass/poison types. There is still a large debate among that between researchers, though
-Because of the the protectors on its eyes, everything it sees has a red tint
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(Art by Kantarou on Zerochan.net)
-A common misconception is that the lurantis line is related to the leavanny line. This isn't true at all. Its similarities to leavanny is just convergant evolution
-Lurantis have a "flower mode," which is a state they go into when sleeping or going into camaflouge
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(From concept art)
-Female lurantis are more aggressive than male lurantis. It's also one of the few species where the female will fight and compete for males
-They developed the "goggles" on their eyes to protect them from pollen and dust
-They care a lot about their appearance and will spend a lot of time editing it and preening themselves
-Lurantis are good pest controls for unwanted bug types
-Lurantis in Alola tend to be more colorful than the lurantis in any other region because of the amount of sun (the ones in Galar tend to be the dullest)
Care Tips
(For the Anon that asked but I couldn't awnser)
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Lurantis can be a big change from fomantis. They become bigger, require more work, and are more aggressive. But once you get the hang of it and get used to daily routines, it won't be difficult at all!
Lurantis require a lot of sunlight and become wilted and irritable if they don't get enough. Giving them a lot of time outside where they have open sunlight is highly recommended. A good space for them would be an open field with a small pond or fountain to play in and bathe themselves.
If your lurantis is female, it can be harder to train them since they're more stubborn and aggressive. Trying to bond with them in activities they like or trying to understand why they won't listen (like why they use Solar beam instead of sword dance as an example). They're smart, and will find a way to communicate these issues with you.
They enjoy more aggressive playtime. Toys like the feather toys in Galar or tug of war would be games and toys they really enjoy.
A thing to look out for would be their sharp toe tips and the sharp tips at the end of their leaves. They can be as dangerous as knives, and you can get hurt if you touch them. Plus, they can scratch your walls and furniture
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tr1ckysp00k · 1 year
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Just one bite?
Part 5: pest control
[warning: cannibalism ofc, blood is mentioned, hints of forced cannibalism, hints of stalking, its bob :), !suggestive¡ NOT PROOF READ] It’s short
P.s. you and bob are dating now
Enjoy! <3
You and bob had arrived home. The sudden change of temperature, when entering the house caught you off guard. The both of you were drenched in snow, the cold water bleeding through your thin coat.
You excused yourself, informing bob you’d be in the bathroom, changing out of your soaked clothes.
“Yes please! I don’t want cha gettin’ sick again, lamb chops.”
He says, smiling softly as he removed his drowned jacket off his shoulders. You made you way to the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creak following along as you opened it. You bent down to shuffle through the drawers, filled with different colors of cloth. You picked a outfit to wear to bed, then headed towards the bathing room, throwing the clump of clothes onto the toilet cover.
Most of your shirts were missing so you didn’t hesitate to grab one of bobs shirts to wear to bed. Plus, you quite enjoyed wearing over-sized shirts. You heard bob entering the room, just from outside the restroom. You also heard the loud, roar-like yawn he let out. Poor thing must be tired.
You stumbled your way towards the sink to brush your teeth, but your brush wasn’t there. Again. How could you lose another toothbrush? You always put it in the same place. Maybe there are rats.
‘Ew’ you thought to yourself. You gave a huff of annoyance, you were very worn out from today. You just needed sleep. You nearly tumbled on the large shirt that was basically dragging amongst the ground.
Bob was sitting up in bed, with remote in hand. He was facing your direction. And the look on his face was a sight to see. His face was lathered in a red-hot tint, while his eyes were bathed in awe as he looked you up and down.
“I can barley find any of my shirts, and I don’t feel like doing laundry. . I Hope you don’t mi. .“ you were cut off by bob, nearly falling from the mattress.
“No, no, no! I don’t mind at all, lamb! I want cha to be comfortable, what kind of host would I be if I said otherwise??”
He says slightly quirking up a brow. You gave a kinder smile, taking light steps towards the large bed, while bob assisted you up. You got comfortable, lying your head onto his chest.
“Bob I think you have rats.”
You scrunched up your nose.
“Huh? Rats? What gives ya that idea?” He questioned your sudden assumption.
“They stole my toothbrush. Again!” You huffed, furrowing your brows.
Bob chuckled softly, fiddling with your hair.
“Don’t cha worry ,dove. I’ll get ya a brand new one by tomorrow.” His voice soft as velvet.
You shifted yourself, removing your head off of his chest and turning you body away from his. He gave a slight frown in the process. You lied your head down in the space between your crossed arms.
“I’m gonna hit the hay. Good night bob.” You yawned, shifting yourself a bit before finally finding a comfortable position.
“Good night.” His tone was low but tender. He lays next to you, his hands finding place on your waist.
Night time• 10:27
Bob sits up, wide awake. His glasses placed on the bridge of his nose. He scrolled through YOUR phone, as if he was reading a everyday book. Softly smiling at photos of you, and how happy you looked. He would kill just to have a happy photo of you and him together. He would kill to just have you all to himself. He found his way into your contacts. His soft smile turned into the grimace.
The stupid tramp that expressed his feelings for you had been texting you all night, non-stop.
‘Hey y/n I’ve been thinking about you’
‘Y/nnnn are you awake?’
‘I heard this new cafe opened up! Wanna get a drink there some time?’
‘Are you asleep?’
‘Y/nnn’
‘Doesn’t he know my darling is sleeping?’ He growled. Bob knows that idiotic boy doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, gentle creature. He thought of nothing else, but how to get rid of this twat. The annoying voice rang through bobs ears. His impulsive thoughts interrupted by your shuffling. A kinder smile is brought back to his face, his arms finding place around your hips, giving you a gentle hug. It soothed you. He gave a light kiss on your forehead. only soft, kind words left his lips. Easing you.
“I’ll get rid of the ‘rat’ sooner ‘er later. Then it’ll just be me and you again.” He purred, giving your hair velvety strokes.
Then a idea rang. He grabbed your phone. A spine chilling snarl took over his face. His eyes full of mania.
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“Hey dave.”
“I thought you were asleep!”
“Yeah, I wanted to ask something of you.”
“Ofc! Anything for you!”
“Do you know a place called grills n’ boys?”
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Morning• 10:00
You were rushing to get ready. being picky about what to where, and stressing over what time it was. You stuffed everything you needed into a unorganized bag.
You rushed into the dining room, fumbling to put on your shoes.
Bob took notice of your running back and forth. A tad bit confused on what you were doing, and where were you going. When he heard you tumble on yourself, he swiftly turned towards your direction, a spatula in his hand, and his arm resting on his hip.
“Are ya alright, lambs?” His tone was loud, and it was clear that he was worried.
“I’m f-fine!” You sighed in exhaustion.
“Lambs, aren’t cha gon eat breakfast?” Bob questions, tilting his head slightly to one side.
“I can’t! Getting ready!” You replied in a huff.
“What exactly for?” He shot you with another question. You continued the fumble with your shoes, ignoring his quizzing.
“For?” He repeated, his tone a bit more serious this time.
“To go to a small cafe.” You exhaled in relief, your shoes finally slipped on.
“By yourself?”
“NoOoo” you hummed.
“Please don’t say it’s with ‘Dave’”he cringed his nose.
“YeUp!” You replied in optimism.
“I’ll see you later!” Waving bye to bob, when you were stopped in your tracks. Bob tugged at your shirt, and had his hand wrapped around your arm.
“Don’t leave me by myself… please..” he whined, groveling at your feet.
“Bob I gotta go.” You attempted to kick him off, only for him to wrap both arms around your legs, falling onto your stomach.
“QUIT BEING A BABY, DAMMIT.” You squirmed, trying to free yourself.
“You can’t leave meee, lambs…” his pouting was akin to a child throwing a fit.
You finally managed to break free, rushing out the door and slamming it.
‘Weirdo’
-Time skip- 11:30
“Hmm welp, they said this is the place.” Dave looks up at the dim-lit sign that read ‘grills n boys’
‘It’s a bit questioning that they want to meet up here..’ he pondered around the ally that was near by, following the walls until he was behind the restaurant. He looked down at his phone, nearly about to die. ‘Aw I wish I remembered charged it. How clumsy of me.’ He suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He got excited. Though within each step they got louder and louder. Until a silhouette of a demon erupted out of the shadows.
“Y/n?. .” His tone was now in worry. His rosy smile was immersed with fear.
Scrape scrape
Was all that could be heard through out the thick brick walls of the shady alley. The person in red approached, hunger engulfed his blood-shot eyes.
“Y/n. . This isn’t funny.” He’d whimper, acting as if this was all some sort of prank. It wasn’t. This is where his blood will be stained.
One blink was all I took for the large man to charge at the pest.
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~Your prospective~
It’s past 2:30 and you friend had not arrived. Maybe he had other plans? He should’ve informed you though. To be honest it kinda hurt. He was one of your bestest friends. You got picked and prepped just for him. .
You decided to head home. Slowly opening the door, and immediately greeted by bob engulfing you with his large arms.
“Lambs chops! Yer back!” He said in enlightenment causing the small cloud over your head to turn into a ray of sunshine. You loved the big goof. You returned the hug and made your way towards the couch. You deserved some tv time. It was only two in the afternoon so news won’t be on until later. Meanwhile bob had already cooked you a meal. How thoughtful. He handed you your plate, while you mindlessly took a bite, you were really focused on the television.
“Hope you enjoy yer meal, lamb chops.”
“Mhm.” You said absent-minded, the juice of the meat falling everywhere on you and the couch.
Bob had frowned a bit.
“Doll your makin’ a mess!” He exclaimed, going to the table to fetch some napkins.
He wiped your hands down, and stuffed a napkin in your shirt.
When the mess upon your face grabbed his attention.he wanted to clean it up, but instead of using a napkin… He lightly grabbed your chin, guiding you to face him.
“Bob. I’m watching something right now.” You pouted, side-eyeing the tv.
Your pouting was put to a stop, once you felt bobs tongue graze upon your face. you squealed out of surprise.
“WHAT WAS THAT!?” He backed up to one end of the couch. You face bathed in red and embarrassment.
“I’m cleanin’ up yer mess.” He smiled softly. His hand caressing you cheek, ever so gently.
“U-USE NAPKINS, YA WERIDO.” You shout in abash. You were completely appalled by his actions. But he continued to ‘clean’ you nonetheless your weak pro-testing. You couldn’t deny it, you liked this side of him. Once finished, he gave a toothy smile of pure innocence. In which you didn’t buy.
“Maybe if ya paid any attention. .”
“I hate you.” You seethed.
“Don’t be hurtful, lambs! Be grateful that I was gracious enough to clean ya up!” He tittered.
You avoided eye contact, hiding your face filled with pure-embarrassment.
“Lambs.”
You didn’t bother looking up, but instead responded with a ‘hm?’ While munching on you sandwich
“I solved the ‘rat’ problem.”
“Cool.” You continued to eat, while he gave a flabbergasted look.
“That’s it?”
He huffed.
“What you want a cookie or something?” You giggled.
“I would like a ‘reward’.” He cooed, a sly grin emerged upon his face.
“No.<3” you responded, picking yourself off the couch, while he trailed behind. ‘Please’ and ‘why not’’s followed along.
Bonus•
Bob made his way into the abandoned home, dead and scratched up pictures of him hanging on the rotting walls. He look down at the slumped body of your friend. He brought a sickening smile to his face. He had nothing to worry about. Now that the pest was gone.
He has his precious lamb to himself.
My head hurts :)
Also thank you for reading!
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bonefall · 9 months
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what's "swallow" (as in the bird) in clanmew?
There are three words for Swallow in Clanmew! This is because there are three major species they encounter in this family. But, it must be noted that there are five birds in this Clanmew family, and six new words in this entry.
Clan cats believe that swallows, martins, nightjars, and swifts are all in the same classification.
Yioobeo = Martlet.
Yioobeo is the generic term for these birds. This is best translated into English as a heraldic animal, because these birds are so far apart cladistically that there is no proper term that links them. "Martlets" are all admired by Clan cats because of their incredible flying abilities, and this 'family' is defined by it.
Some of these are counted as songbirds (Fancy), and others as gamebirds (Game). Most are songbirds in some way. However, they are never taken when they are nesting unless it's an emergency. Many martlets create complex social dens, just like a Clan cat, and to attack them near their "camp" is said to invoke the bad luck of another Clan coming to attack yours.
Common House Martin (Delichon urbicum) = Chrir
A white and brown-black bird with a shiny blue-black cape, which tends to construct elaborate nests on human structures. They collect mud and stabilize them against bridges, houses, and caves. They're more solitary compared to other martlets, and produce lots of chicks in a relatively short span of time.
As such, a Chrir is seen as game.
Barn Swallow (Hirundo rustica) = Eeich
The most common swallow to see; a blue-black and white bird with a distinct red face. Their nests have more string, hair, and sticks than a Chrir's, which is pure mud. Eeich return to these nests every year, in the same groups.
Associated with the start of summer and the male's long, streaming tail feathers, the flight of swallows is a joy for Clan cats to witness. They do nearly everything in flight, drinking, eating, and even bathing.
Eeich are considered fancies, or "songbirds," a bird of cultural significance that is dishonorable to hunt.
Sand Martin (Riparia riparia) = Byyrbe
Dull-colored but industrious birds who create "apartment complexes" in sandy riverbanks. This is the swallow that RiverClan sees the most, and they are beloved for eating river midges.
RiverClan cats consider Byyrbe to be fancies, where other Clans see them as game. This is both because RiverClan doesn't typically eat birds to begin with, and their pest-control abilities are highly valued.
Nightjar (Caprimulgus europaeus) = Gyygr
A large, nocturnal bird with a churning, somber sound. Their song is considered mystical. Unlike other birds, you cannot follow a Nightjar's song to the animal that is singing.
This is because the nightjar itself is capable of simple ventriloquism, turning its head as it sings. They also never sing while they're in flight, males perching to camouflage themselves before doing so.
Pair this with the fact that they are ground-nesters who prefer moorland, and it's easy to understand why they're so highly revered in WindClan. It is thought that they were given a song by StarClan itself to help them defend their families, and for this purpose, they are considered Fancies. Dishonorable birds to kill.
Swift (Apus apus) = Wheer
Important to remember that a swift (bird) and the attribute of quickness (prriprra) are two different things in Clanmew! And, if you were wondering, Swiftpaw's name was Wheerpwyyr. He was named for the bird.
This is because the swift is the fastest flying bird in this area, and almost NEVER stops flying. Its legs are so small that they aren't even noticeable while they're in flight. A swift eat, sleeps, and breeds in the air, only ever stopping to lay their eggs. There are even birds who can spend years of their lives without touching the ground.
All martlets are known for being fantastic fliers, but the swift is above all other members of the group in the eyes of Clan cats. To kill a swift is the sort of thing that is never done unless you are explicitly commanded to catch one, as part of some task from your leader or a starvation scenario.
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married2avampire · 2 years
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Foreign Perfume
Part one, Part two, Part three
Dragon!Alucard(hellsing) x Fem!reader
Not sure if there are any warnings for this one... implied death? if there's anything warning-worthy pls send me a message! Also, this little series was quickly written and might be poopoo ;^) also² I listed it as fem!reader because I'm not sure if I ever suggested reader being female but I wrote it with the idea that reader was female so there could be suggested fem stuff idk. If you're NB or masculine just ignore that and enjoy!
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Growing up, the mountains had always called you. Tall snow-covered peaks whispering to you in the night. 
Upon reaching your mid-twenties your window had been boarded up. 
Women had started disappearing from the town. People spoke of the moon that hung just above the mountain peaks and the dragon that lived there. Said he’d been calling to them in the night, the moon their guide. 
So no more moonlight for you. You slept in the dark, pillow pressed over your head to evade the soft whispering until you’d had it. Sick of the unrelenting airy calls, the voices you knew came from the small beams of moonlight that cut through the cracks in the boards. 
You’d had it. 
If no one else was going to, you would. Put that stupid dragon to rest for good and get revenge for your lost villagers. 
So you packed your things in the night, made sure your small house was locked firmly and began your trek towards the mountain summit. 
“What are you doing out so late…?” An elderly voice called out. Your eyes flick towards the porch of a house you’d nearly passed by. 
“I’m taking care of that dragon.” 
“Oh… I see.” The elderly woman smiles slowly. 
“You know, almost every week I see one of you young ladies stumbling blindly through the dark towards that mountain.” She sighs. 
“Promise me you’ll be the one that comes back. Put an end to this madness.” 
You nod firmly. It was your job, anyway. As were your father’s and your mother's. 
As a Monster Hunter, of course. If you met the same valiant fate your parents had, so be it. A fiery death always appealed to you, anyway. 
Your boots kicked up dust from the dirt road you walked on. Once, the trail leading up and through the mountain had been a trade route. But a dragon had since occupied it… or at least that's what the people in the village said. You don't remember when the rumor began. Around the time you were born, perhaps. 
Bathed in moonlight, the whispers licked up and across your ears. Sentences you couldn't quite make out. Voices you don't quite remember. 
“I’ll find you… you bastard.” You whisper to the mountain. And with it, a moment of clarity. The whispers stop- which you find almost worse than when they’re there. Still, you trek on, up the mountain path. 
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You settle down near a cluster of boulders. There’s a crevice big enough for you to lay your pack down and rest your head on it. It's uncomfortable but you don't expect to be up in the mountains for long. The air is cold and the wind whistles around the rocks. You're used to the sound of rustling trees. But here, up in the mountain air, there isn't a tree in sight. 
Your thoughts swim with memories and sentences. All of it feels like a boring play. Your life has always had this dull grayness to it. Something familiar is always pushing at the seams of your memory. Color is always dripping through the sewn-up cracks like there's something you're forgetting. You can't place it. Haven't been able to all your life, so you dedicate yourself to the same work your mother and father have done. 
Monster slaying, dragon slaying, pest control. 
You were well trained, having dealt with forest sprites, the occasional goblin, the usual. A dragon was going to be a challenge, you knew. But it was your job. 
Hunters weren't usually settlers. But you hated the idea of traveling far to take care of something for someone you don't care about. Your parents might have been more selfless than you, so you suppose they left that life lesson out before they disappeared. So you stayed and protected your town. 
If it meant climbing a mountain and sleeping between cold rocks to get there… then so be it. 
-- 
Your eyes fly open to the sound of pebbles being disturbed. They crumble down the hillside, rolling past your field of vision from between the crevices. 
You shift, gathering your things and sliding your pack onto your back as you peek over the boulders slowly to see what caused the sound.
A man stands there, cloaked in red. His black hair blows in the wind. It's odd… his clothing doesn't look made for traveling. It looks like he might be quite wealthy. The red hat he wears shields his eyes from view. 
“What are you doing up here, sir?” You question as you stand from behind your hiding spot. His eyes seem to lock on yours as he smiles. 
“My, my. I must ask the same of you. A lady up here in the mountains?” He tilts his head at you. There’s something off-putting about him. It makes you uneasy. 
“There’s a dragon up here. It's not safe.” You say as you step out from your hiding spot and join him on the mountain path. 
“Not safe? I find it funny you tell me a thing like that.” He grins. 
“Why do you say that?” You raise a brow. 
“Well, it's quite funny to have a lady tell you it’s not safe.” He chuckles. You bristle at this. 
“Well, I don't see a weapon on you.” You growl as you brush past him angrily. He's tall. You find yourself clenching your fist to not falter when you pass him. 
“Fair point. And you carry a weapon?” He turns to watch you go. 
“I do.” You don't spare him a glance backward as you pat the sheath at your hip. 
It's the last you thought you’d see of that weird man. He looked like he was from one of the kingdoms across this mountain. Far, far away. If he got here all alone and without assistance… no that'd be impossible. He didn't even have supplies on him. 
‘Maybe he set up camp near here and went for a walk.’ You tell yourself as you trudge on through the day. 
The air gets thinner the higher the path takes you. Colder too. Despite the sun, the temperature drops. Up here you have to take more frequent stops as your breath leaves you quicker than it does down in the town. 
Something else drops a second later when you hear the crunching of boots behind you in the path. A second pair of impossible footsteps. Your heart drops. Right down to your stomach as you turn around and see the man in red following behind you. 
“Are you following me?” You glare as you stop and turn around. 
“Mm? Me?” He purrs and places a gloved hand over his chest. 
“Yes, you, who else?!” You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly. 
“Well, perhaps the mountain lion I scared off for you.” 
“What?” You squint. 
“The one that was following you. Oh and the venomous mountain goat.” 
“I didn't know this mountain had venomous goats here.” You look around nervously now. 
“Oh yes.” The stranger continues walking until he’s standing in front of you. 
“Plenty of things that can come and give you a fatal bite in the night.” There’s a teasing hiss to his voice. Your glare shifts from one of annoyance to skepticism.
“And how do you know that?” You take a step back. 
“I’m a traveler, my dear.” The man reaches up to grasp his hat and place it over his heart as he gives you a bow. 
“Alucard. I travel all around the world.” When he raises his head you can finally get a full picture of his face. The glasses he wears have orange tinted glass, but the angle of the sun lets you see at least the shape of his eye. A fitting slant to match the grin he seems to wear constantly. 
His hand extends in the air for you to shake and you hesitate before gripping it to give it a firm shake. Heat radiates through the gloves he wears. Warmer than what you’d think could be normal. But perhaps you're just cold from the mountain air. The jacket you packed isn't much solace from the cold and you haven't packed gloves either. 
You give your name and he- Alucard- smiles a bit wider. 
“Anyway,” you glance towards the setting sun, “You still have yet to tell me why you were following me.” Alucard sets his hat back on his head, deathly still afterward as the wind blows his red frock coat about. You're almost unsettled until he answers finally. 
“Curiosity. You don't see many women climbing a mountain to slay a dragon, now do we?” He laughs. The sound is louder than you expected, making you jolt in surprise. This only makes him laugh louder, placing a hand across his belly as if it was hilarious that he’d startled you. Had you told him that? That you were here to slay the dragon? Maybe you had… you don’t quite remember. 
“It's not funny.” You state blandly. 
“Oh, yes it was.” His laughter dies down to a snicker. 
“You're irritating me. I have a job to do.” You whip back around only to be caught by the back of your bag by the taller man. He’s strong enough to hold your steps back, you’ll give him that. 
“What.” You glare up at him from over your shoulder. 
“It's nearly sundown. Find a spot to rest near here.” He points up at the reddening sky. 
“I’ve got it taken care of. Go travel somewhere else.” You jerk your pack out of his hand and continue your trek up the mountain with a grumble under your breath. 
‘He keeps distracting me from my job. I need to focus, to plan.’ You glare forward at the path as you hurry up to what looks like a small cave. It's not very deep, a few feet or so, and not very tall. You crawl inside and set down your bag, wrapping your jacket around yourself tightly as the sun sets completely and the moon casts stretching shadows from the rocks across the mountainside. 
You recall that Alucard had looked slightly different the second time you'd seen him. Had he worn glasses the first time? Were his arms that long the first time? And had he been so tall the first as well? He was certainly off-putting both times. Something wasn't quite right about his appearance. 
You pushed it to the back of your mind, ignoring how the whispering has stopped up here and replaced it with the feeling of being watched. 
-- 
Morning brings with it Alucard, as it would for the next couple of days. Always appearing behind you during the day and falling behind come night. You’d given up telling him to go away days ago. As it seemed he would follow you until you found this dragon. 
 You were near the top of the mountain now, where it was steeper and you had begun to trudge through the snow. 
“You’d better turn around!” You hear him call. An irritated growl leaves your lips at the sound. You don't want him to be right. But you’ve climbed this far and hadn't seen a dragon or heard one. Your hands were freezing, tucked away under your arms for warmth. 
“If I die, then so be it!” You shout in response. 
“But I’ll find this dragon and kill it before I do!”  
“Why are you so keen on killing the bastard?” Alucard’s voice is carried by the whipping winds. 
“Because he’s been stealing my town’s women!” You retort and finally pause to turn around. Alucard’s coat and hat are coated in a thin sheet of snow, as is yours. He holds onto his hat with a gloved hand and briefly you feel jealous of him. 
“I didn't know you liked women!” Comes his voice, white teeth flashing in the dim light. You gape for a moment in surprise as his laugh rings out around you. 
“This isn't the time for jokes!” You flush. “It's not about that, I need to put a stop to this. No more women should travel this path in the dark and cold because of this dragon!” 
“You're positive it’s a dragon’s doing? I mean, has anyone ever seen it lure them?” Alucard is finally faced to face with you- or as face to face as a tall man can be. 
“Well-” you fumble your words for a moment. He’s right. Has anyone ever seen this dragon? Even heard it? 
“What else could lure them into the mountains?” You question. 
“Plenty of things. But due to the climate here, I'd say a drider.” You can feel his body heat radiating, which even from a human couldn't be possible. 
“A drider?” You glance up at the mountainside. It made sense. Driders were a cave-dwelling species. 
“So you’re saying there isn't a dragon up here?” You squint. 
“Oh there is a dragon, I simply don't think it's a dragon’s doing.” Alucard waves his hand dismissively. 
“More like the work of a hungry drider.” 
“You seem to be well versed in this.” You comment through chattering teeth. Too cold to catch his blatant admittance to there definitely being a dragon. He'd said it so casually you took the information as completely normal. Alucard shrugs. 
“I’m a traveler. It comes with the title.” He grins. 
“And you are very clearly not. Do you expect to fight creatures much stronger than yourself without even the proper clothing? You may think your rage will be powerful enough, but the cold will creep in and take you before you realize it.” Alucard’s voice is almost scolding as he observes your chattering teeth and shivering body. 
“Your lips are blue. I won't have hypothermia take you in while I'm here.”
“I'm fine.” You turn away from him and feel your steps stop in their tracks anyway as Alucard grasps the back of your pack. A favorite activity of his. 
“You can’t fight without any fingers, girl.” His smile is replaced with a firm line, which feels threatening in a way. 
And so Alucard leads you through the snow towards a small cave you wouldn't know had even been there. It's sheltered from the wind and snow but the stone is so cold it cuts right through your fabric when you attempt to lay down. 
You glance at Alucard to see if he’s having the same issue, but only watch as he opens his coat invitingly from his seated position against the cave wall. 
“It's unfavorable, I know.” He smiles. You wish you agreed with him, but you're too cold to have opinions. In fact, that open coat is probably the most inviting thing you've seen all day. Alucard is a heater, you knew this after traveling with him for a couple of days now. While he’s never stayed to camp with you like he is now. There were always moments when he was close enough for you to feel his body heat. 
And now, as you sit with your back to his chest, you confirm that Alucard is indeed warm. He brings the coat around you and him, blocking out the cold as heat blooms across your back. You feel yourself getting drowsy already. 
Your thoughts don't swim for once. You don't stay awake pondering what you’ve forgotten or what keeps pushing at the seams of your memories. Instead, you fall into a deep and dreamless sleep with only the faint sound of Alucard’s heart in your mind and the rise and fall of his breaths. 
Perhaps it's the small bond you’d allowed yourself to form with this strange traveler. From the sound of his boots on the rocky mountain path to the calls he’d give you every evening to find a place to camp- to which you’d always shout at him to not tell you what to do. You’d always listened to him anyway. Your guide, though you’d never admit it. 
Alucard was an older and more experienced traveler. So some of his advice must be true. Especially when he didn't seem to travel with a pack of any sort. 
It's probably what allowed you to sleep so easily against his chest, and even more so when his arms rested over your stomach lazily.
 Trust… perhaps.
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note: OMG! I've had this issue where I'd paste my writing in Tumblr from Google Docs and it wouldn't save my little uhhh like this you know when the text goes like weee. anyway, I had this issue where it wouldn't keep it when I pasted but IT DID TODAY oh gosh I'm so happy.
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The Lion's Mane
Originally published in 1926, this is the final story we'll be covering from Case-book and the penultimate short story in the canon we're looking at.
Fulworth is a fictitious location, generally placed by commentators in East Sussex.
The Burberry fashion brand has been around since 1856; it and Aquascutum both claim to have invented the trench coat, which gained its name from its popularity with British officers and Warrant Officers Class I, who could wear them in service, although they had to buy them with their own money.
While Anderson is a professional police officer, village/parish constables date back to medieval times where the unpaid role covered things ranging from tax collection to trading standards ot pest control.
Lewes is the county town of East Sussex.
Bathing-cots were four-wheeled wooden contraptions that allowed people to change into their swimwear in privacy and were pushed into the water; people could then get into the sea without being seen from the shore in an era when even conservative swimwear was not something for public display; at the time of their invention in the 1730s, most people actually swam in the nude and bathing remained gender-segregated until 1901. Following the end of segregation in bathing, they rapidly declined in use; many were converted to static beach huts.
Throwing a dog through a window is a bit more than "ill-usage"!
East Sussex Constabulary merged with West Sussex and four other forces to become a single Sussex Constabulary in 1968, which become Sussex Police in 1974.
"Indian file" means single file - the term was used due to the way Native Americans walked through woods and the term is considered offensive today.
Cyanea capillata, aka the Lion's mane jellyfish, is generally found in the cold waters of the northern oceans; it is rare for them to turn up in coast waters. They can be very big indeed; the record is 7 metres in diameter.
Death from an encounter with one is rare, but it can happen.
It should also be noted that the stings remain potent long after death, so don't touch a dead one. In 2010, 150 people needed medical treatment after an encounter with a broken-up one in Rye, New Hampshire.
Vinegar can indeed be used to deactivate the stings of a Lion's mane jellyfish.
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pattycakes5516 · 8 months
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Toji X Reader
Mature Content
It’s hard to maintain a positive outlook when all the outcomes of your actions are unlucky…
A constant shrill ringing in your ears was the only thing allowing you to cling to consciousness. Your mind was no longer full of the constant anxiety of day to day life. Only the sensations of pain and pleasure blending into an addictive cocktail.
“You're doing so well for me…” a gruff voice groaned into your ear. “Just… hah.. a bit longer” you tried to cling on to the muscular figure in front of you but you felt too weak. Your overworked muscles felt like jelly.
You moan as his hands wrap around your throat once again. “Fuck I love that face…” His voice was raspy and breathless. You feel his figure tense and deep guttural grunts escape his lips. You whimper as you feel him release deep inside of you.
“Shhh…” You are pulled up gently into his arms as he moves your hair from your face. “Your ok sweetheart.” You nuzzle into his neck as he rubs your back. “No no…” He hums into your ear, “Look at me.”
Suddenly he is cradling your head. You feel his lips leaving quick kisses along your face. “Come on…” You lift your heavy eyelids with a sigh until you meet his piercing green gaze. “There she is…”
“Toji…” You mumble finding your voice. A smirk forms on his face, the thin scar on his lips draws your gaze. His lips are on yours taking away what little breath you had. “Mmm.” You get drawn in again, enjoying his fingers tugging at your hair.
“I can’t…” you mumble after his tongue probes your mouth greedily. “Please…” a soft whine of protest causes a deep chuckle from his chest.
“It’s ok princess.” Toji soothes you as you finally begin to come back to your senses. “I’m going to run a bath.” He lays you back onto the bed but as he tugs away you grip his wrist. “I promise I’m not leavin ya right now…” He whispers and you reluctantly let go. “Good girl.”
You watch his broad back exit your bedroom door as your brain starts formulating thoughts again. You let that man back in. Back into your home and your heart. A few compliments and a shitty excuse was all it took. He was the only one who could make you lose yourself. Lose all control and damn it it was exhilarating.
Your mind curses you as you recall the events that led to you now trying to find the strength to move. “How are you doing princess?” His raspy voice interrupts you scolding yourself. You look up into those beautiful green eyes and frown.
Toji ignores your expression, helping you sit up so you can drink a glass of water. You slowly sip as he lifts the glass. “You seein anybody?” Toji randomly asks and you choke. As you cough you glare up at him and he wears that same smug expression.
“No…” you practically growl and that grin falls just a bit.
“You really should.” He says as if chastising you. That familiar feeling of disappointment and anger returns as if in cue. Before you could curse him he lifts you up into his arms. You decide to stay silent as he takes you to the bathroom and sets you into your tub.
You feel his eyes studying you but you refuse to look at him. “Aww Y/N don’t be like that.” His low chuckle echoes against the tile. The sound was both haunting and angelic to your ears.
When you still refuse to meet his eyes, you hear him click his teeth. From the corner of your vision you see him lean over and grab the clean washcloth he had prepared. “Toji… Do you just enjoy hurting me?” I managed to ask and hear him sigh.
This time he is speechless as he runs the cloth along your tired body. You close your eyes distracted by the warm water cascading down your skin. The silence did not bother you but you could feel the tension between you now. After he washes you clean from the mix of sweat and his own essence he stands.
“I’m going to smoke real quick…” You hear him mutter and you shrug. He loves putting distance between you after ruining you. Toji Fushiguro was a menace and a pest. You know you need to exterminate him from your life. Why was it so difficult?
After a while you groan as your muscles begin to ache. You manage to push yourself up and step out of the tub. Grabbing the towel he left out you begin drying yourself off. Seeing the marks he always leaves makes your stomach flip. You walk to your mirror and look at your reflection.
“I’m so tired…” you say as you see the dark circles. Your fingers run along the bruise starting to form around your neck. These will outlast the time you spend together… Another reminder of your constant mistake.
The bathroom door swings open and your drug stands behind you. His large arms wrap around your waist as your gazes meet in the glass. “I was broken before I met you, Toji. You just remind me that the world is cruel. I use you to punish myself I think…”
Both of you have twisted expressions. “You remind me that there is good out there. I always fuck this up because I don’t deserve it.” Toji whispers into your ear and then lays a small kiss on your neck.
“How cliche…” you mutter and laugh. You hear him laugh as well. Then you both burst out into chuckles. It was not out of happiness. It was one of those gut wrenching reflexes where if you don’t laugh then you would both cry.
“Will I see you in the morning?” You ask a bit coldly. Toji doesn’t respond right away. Instead he roughly pulls your head back and kisses you passionately. Your tongues are both fighting for dominance then he bites your lower lip.
“You want me to tell you a lie?” He asks and you roll your eyes. You push him away and walk out, hearing him follow closely behind. “Come on Y/N let’s keep pretending I’m a good guy just for tonight huh?”
You turn quickly on your heel with a sinister smile. You grab his chin tightly, his eyes widen in surprise. “There is no such thing as a good guy, Toji.” Your voice is stern and his expression shifts to match your amusement. “Now pour me a glass of whiskey.” He nods and you release his face. Moving into the dining room you sit at the island and watch him prepare you a drink.
“How is work?” He asks as if he really cared. You scoff and he flashes his teeth. “Humour me…” He pleads and you take in a breath.
“Ooo it’s wonderful. I always imagined sitting in a cubicle all day. My work really matters, you know.” Your voice oozed sarcasm. This time Toji rolled his pretty eyes in your direction as he slid over your glass. “How is the business of murdering people?”
Toji grins, “Fucking hell Y/N…” He laughs watching as you take a long sip. “It’s great being a dog I guess. Havin to attack when ordered. The best!” He matches your tone and you find yourself smirking.
“I’m surprised your master let you off the leash for a bit.” You add and he shrugs. You finish the liquor too quickly and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’ll have to send him a thank you card.”
“You bitch…” Toji growls but you could tell he was enjoying the banter. His expression was soft. “He knew I needed to fuck something. I was getting a bit unruly.”
“Lucky me…” you mumble and before you could blink he had lifted you up, placed you on the counter top, and spread your legs to ease between them.
“You fucking love that I always come slinkin back to you.” His voice lowers as he pushes his forehead against yours.
“Maybe…” you say as your breaths mingled together. Your eyes traveled lower and you could see he was ready to take you again. “Your fucking insatiable Toji…” You moan as his hands grip your large thighs.
“You love that too.” He says and you could not deny him that fact. No matter how much you hated him when he disappeared. The moment he returned your heart always leapt out of your chest in excitement. “You should have never walked into that bar.”
“Well I always tend to have the worst luck…” you whisper and both of you smile. “Now do whatever you want…”
He did not need any more coaxing. Your head fell back as he shoved himself deep inside of you. Your legs shook in protest but he held you steady as he began thrusting aggressively. Both your words were now animalistic groans and heavy breathing.
The thoughts of how you ended up here easily fading back to mindless pleasure as he grabs your neck yanking you forward for a sloppy kiss. “If you let anyone see you like this…” His eyes were now wild. “I’ll fucking kill them…”
You never knew if when he spoke was the truth. Especially when he was balls deep in your soaking cunt. You moan loudly at the possessive streak that has now overcome him. You're a fool… some part of my subconscious spoke up but when he squeezed taking away my oxygen it faded away.
Being unlucky was not always the worst…
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