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clavissionary-position · 2 months

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Ikeprinces As Ranked By Gilbert

**Best enjoyed after reading Gil’s route. There are also spoilers of varying degrees from some sequel routes (Chev, Licht).

1. LUKE

Luke: I’m surprised I got the top spot. Don’t you and Chevvie go way back? Gilbert: That’s true, but you’re my adorable little kid brother. I’ve carried you on my back. You’ve carried me on your back. Good times. Luke: Aw, Dad… (bear-hugs Gil) Gilbert: (pouts as he struggles to breathe) Did you even… hear a word of what I said… Luke: I heard ‘kid’. That makes ya my dad, right?

2. CHEVALIER

Gilbert: So? What do you think? Chevalier: (ignores him and continues doing paperwork) Gilbert: (high-pitched voice) “Please, oh please, Gil! Please trample my country to the ground, rebuild it in your image and then run it for me!” Something like that, right? Gilbert: (dodges pebble) Ahh, sorry, sorry. It would probably be more like “Please, oh please, Eyepatch!" Gilbert: (dodges another pebble) What is going on here? Do you roll around in the garden before coming to work every day?

3. CLAVIS

Clavis: (stiff smile) I baked you one of my most sought-after creations as thanks. I’d be honored if you’d try it, Lord Gilbert. Gilbert: Hmm, it looks as unappetizing as I expected but smells delicious. Oh, and... (sniffs) ...you even infused it with my favorite poison! Clavis: Hahaha! Well, I didn’t want you to get the idea that I’d learned nothing about you during all our years working together. Gilbert: Of course, of course. Would you like to share this with me Clavis: (stiff smile) No, no, no. It’s best enjoyed alone. Please, I insist.

4. RIO

Rio: If you’re trying to use me to get to my mistress, then I’ll— Gilbert: You misunderstand me. (Sets down two plates of pain perdu and places his hand on Rio’s) I really do commiserate with you, you know. It’s not easy seeing the one you love go off to be with another man. And yet you gladly sacrifice your own happiness. As though it were someone else's joy to give away. Rio: It is. My joy belongs to my mistress. Gilbert: Hmph? Let's see. Pain perdu means ‘lost bread’, right? Poor, poor abandoned little toast, molding under the table. Gilbert: Oh, by the way. I asked the little rabbit if I could bring these to you on her behalf. (Proceeds to eat all the pain perdu himself) Rio: (smiles brightly) So I’ve heard you love exercising!

5. SILVIO

Silvio: (kicks down the door) Where's the list? Gilbert: (innocently sips tea) So you can tear it up? Did you think I didn't make copies to send to every one of your little merchant friends? Silvio: My real friends know what's up. Gilbert: What a hurtful thing to say. I’m just honoring our friendship. And buttering you up for future manipulation. Silvio: Tch. I don’t know what game you’re playing— Gilbert: Human chess. Silvio: —but I’ll buy up every damn piece before you can get your filthy little mitts on 'em. Gilbert: Hehe, splendid. (Sits back with a smile) What’s more fun than controlling someone who controls everything else?

6. KEITH

Keith: Picked me over the other guy, did ya? Gilbert: Oh, he’s on the list too, of course. But I can’t stand how much of a do-gooder he is. And besides, you’re much more fun to play with. Keith: That right? I’m usually the one doing the teasing around here, though. Gilbert: (looks around dramatically) Around here? Where only a handful of people even know you exist? Tell me, if a tree falls and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? Keith: >:0

7. KEITH

Keith: (hangs head) So you know… about him… Gilbert: Ahaha, there's no need to look so down! You haven’t done anything wrong, have you? It’s all him, right? If only he’d just disappear and stop taunting you from Spot #6. Keith: N-No! I don’t want that! I don’t… think I want that… Keith: Yes, I’m sure of it. He and I can share our friends. Gilbert: (stops smiling) Sharing only works if you can fully trust the other person to not take advantage of your kindness. You may think you can do that now, but people change. Circumstances change. The galette must one day burn. Keith: :’(

8. JIN

Jin: (thoroughly unamused) How kind of you. Gilbert: Isn’t it? But you should know that I’ve got nothing against you personally. Whatever enmity there is between us stems primarily from you. If you weren’t royalty, we might have even co-brothered Luke together. Jin: (throws up in his mouth) I don’t see how that has anything to do with this. And you’re the most detested royal figurehead on the continent. Gilbert: (shrugs) I’d say I’m sorry you can’t see past that, but I’d be lying if I claimed there was anything there to be seen in the first place. Thanks for the lollypop. Jin: What? HEY—

9. SARIEL

Sariel: (stops as soon as he enters his office) What are these vermin doing here? Gilbert: (sitting in Sariel’s chair) Just a little gift I brought so I could congratulate you for making it onto my list. Would you like to do the honors? Sariel: (plucks him up by the fur) Am I to understand you’re giving me a chance to correct my oversight before you take things into your own hands? Gilbert: (brushes himself off) I expect you to do most if not all of the work since my hands are tied while I’m a visiting guest here. But I’m happy to take them under my wing if you can’t even do that much. Sariel: “Kill them, or be forced to kill them,’ is it? (glances at the tied-up assassins) I wonder which one of us they would consider a fate worse than death.

10. LEON

Leon: (glares) I take it you only stuck me on here out of diplomatic courtesy. Gilbert: Haha, maybe. But there’s something about you that’s always reminded me of someone I know. Leon: Whoever it is, I feel bad for the guy. Gilbert: (bittersweet smile) You might be right. Maybe I need to do better by him…

11. LICHT

Licht: Do I know you? Gilbert: I was wondering the same thing, to be honest. But I’ve seen you around the palace enough times that I figured I might as well throw you on here. Gilbert: Nice eyes by the way, hehe. Licht: Oh no you don’t. My only family is Nokto.

12. NOKTO

Gilbert: Oh. There are two of you. Must be nice having an identical twin. (Resting his chin in his hand) Do you two switch places a lot? Nokto: You never noticed before today? Never received a report from one of your spies about it? Gilbert: Oh no, what sort of boring activities do you think I have my spies do all day? Nokto: Well, for starters, you sure seem to have paranormal insight into the contents of our kitchen at any given moment. Gilbert: So you'd rather I left all the carrots where they are? Nokto: ...

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Yves: Prince Gilbert!

Gilbert: (stops but doesn’t turn around)

Yves: I saw your list, and I couldn’t help but notice—

Gilbert: No, I believe you noticed everything you were meant to.

Gilbert: (leaves to go find the little rabbit to fix his bad mood)

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makethiscanon · 8 months

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Okay, this is my first time requesting so idk if im doing it right. But can you do headcannons for Kaminari as your best friend with a female reader? Thank you <3

Denki Kaminari As Fem! Reader's Platonic Best Friend:

Oh! Platonic headcanons. Ahh! I rarely get requests like these but I absolutely love them.

Note: I've put him to college age so I can get the most out of him as a best friend.

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Kaminari is a fun-loving, light-hearted kind of friend.

He's always on his phone, so he's quick to message back and enjoys phone calls or facetiming.

He will poke fun at you if he sees you looking like a swamp-monster first thing in the morning while facetiming, though.

If you're an introvert, Kaminari is that one extroverted friend that adopts you and drags you around everywhere with him.

Kaminari loves taking you out on adventures whether you want to go or not.

And by adventures, he means errands.

He always has stuff to do but only finds the willpower to do them if you're around to bug or joke with.

He also likes cruising in his convertible, so get that seatbelt on while he cranks up the music, and the two of you can wail out songs as you drive between errands.

He's gonna take the scenic route home too so he can pick up the speed and get the wind whipping through your hair.

Kaminari isn't blind to the fact you're a girl, either.

He spends so much time with you that he's accidentally seen you in your underwear too many times to count, and has christened your boobs with names accordingly.

He also knows which products to get you when you're due on, and keeps some at his place just in case.

He also keeps a spare bar of your favourite chocolate hidden in his room for when he needs to appease your PMS demon.

He's a laid back and jokey guy, but Kaminari still gets protective of you.

He tells the lads to knock it off if they ever say anything inappropriate about you.

And he's quick to sniff out any guy who sets his sights on you.

He's not letting some player get anywhere near you... unless you want a fling.

In which case, Kaminari's directing you to the best looking guy at the bar then hollering embarrassing things about using protection at you with a cheeky grin.

Kaminari loves you like a sister, and that's why he makes it his duty to embarrass you whenever he can.

But he's also the one to drop whatever he's doing if you're upset.

He's not great with words, but he's great with awful dad jokes. And he'll keep saying more of them until you've forgotten why you're upset and simply begging him to shut up.

And he won't.

He won't stop until you tackle him and try to cover his mouth, while he keeps laughing at your attempt.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#inbox #kaminari #denki #x reader #platonic #friendship #best friend #bnha #chargebolt #headcanons #imagines #kaminari x reader

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alberivh · 3 years

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VEILLE CONGRATULATIONS FOR YOUR MILESTONE YOU DESERVE IT MY LOVE >_< !!!

can i request for first and last letter with childe? T^T childe has so much potential for angst,, thank you for this!! <3

The first and Last

summaries : where childe open his ‘safebox’ after a long time ever since your last appearence in his dream. and because of his undelightful sight of numbness and vulnerable feeling, he decided to read the first and the last letter from you, his dead fiancé.

character : childe x GN! Reader

contains : sickness (implementations of bronchitis), major character death, heavy angst, slight comfort/hurt, over all pure angst, mentions of losing weight.

A/N : hELLO AERI! Thank you very much for requesting this, i hope this suits your liking! (( also please do check aeri’s page @dilucbar for more interesting genshin fic and writing hehe ))

as childe breaks onto the ground of his empty mansion, his numbness began to drown him onto an exhaustion. An empty exhaustion to be exact. A simple pushed-over of his feelings are now an inexistent memory of his, he used to be so bright, but now, What happened to those charming smiles of his? Could it be burned by your ashes? Or did he just simply forgot how to provide his mistakes to love you? He doesn’t know either, All he could felt are just a simple empty tears, scrolling down through his cheekbones. making it seems like he still hide an emotions underneath the crack of his facades.

he drags his body into his bedroom. It’s heavy feelings occurs his way onto his side of the bed, drowning it scents onto his nose. It was pretty messy, full of untidied shirt, fragrance of a dandelion parfume, and most of all, which has always been in a perfect shape and form, covered by a red ribbon, a small box has been in ‘that’ bedside for about 237th days now. The box was an unpleasant sight for him, it was a remembrance for him to realize you were gone and you couldn’t be back. After all death have always craved those who loved him forever and after.

so tonight he decided to open this box. To bring back his vulnerable emotions back. to bring back those glazing eyes of his when he saw you buried underneath the rock of your tombstone. Numb and sorrow are all he could felt, excitement while opening this treasure of his lover pieces are nothing more than a natural hunch of his nature.

The box are full of your handwritten letters you’ve left for him. You’ve always collected the copied of your letter into this old wooden-tile box incase if anything happens to you, he could recollect his memory to remembered you again. ‘In the old days, if you lost your track, find me again through this box darling, sincerely, (name).’ Written in the top of the box instruction. He opens through the first letter of the stockpiles , it was one of your first letter for him. The most memorable one in fact. Written in the most familiar and comforting handwriting he has missed for ages.

to my dearest, ajax.

I haven’t seen you in ages, where have you been? Have you had a good time with the new recruits? Are you feeling well? Do you have any new interest while exploring the inner city of fontaine? AHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION FOR YOU, YOU SHOULD JUST BE BACK SO I COULD INTEROGATE YOU MOREE,, I was about to surprised you back then with a classic snzehnayan dish you’ve always craved for, but you know.. you just disappeared to a dust and it make me thinks you are a hallucination of mine, but now i’ve heard you have an amazing time in fontaine, i couldn’t help but smile and feel relieved. i’m glad you had a great time darling, Really glad in fact!

So please do bring me some souvenir as a return of your..compensation for keeping me waiting hehe, i’ll see you soon then!

from, your lover, (name)

It was your last letter you’ve sent to your lover, before childe came screaming on your name at the emergency room, searching for your figure to be embrace in his arm. To comfort you he said, despite the worries and sweats he witness while in his way to check your structure, you’re his fiance after all, He couldn’t lose you for everything, childe is too selfish to expect the best of you.

He remembers when he was feeding you, taking care of you like another baby-sibling of his and still loves you nonetheless. Maybe only childe could do it, he prepared everything for you, leading you with the wheelchair or even hand carry you in one arm if your condition lead you to be more clingy to him. He does it all for you, for you to be happy and stay a little bit more longer than he expected to be. Just for you to be more selfish, so death could wait longer for your arrival.

Bronchitis is the name of the disease, a deadly one in fact. If it were not taken care of, maybe you were already dead by now. Maybe it would be pointless for childe to scream your name in the emergency room, searching for you, anyone but you.

as you were coughing in his arms ; making many form of mucus in your lungs, while he carries you in his shoulder, patting your back so you could feel much more in ease. You feel so light now and you’ve lost so many weight, it worries him to the edge. Though your tenderness have always lingers onto his body, it still stressed him, you’re not supposed to be gone this fast, you’re supposed to be alive and well. Let him die, he is a murderer of the innocence yet he still live long and well. How ironic it is for the sinner to always stand as the first and the last?

“ajax..i’ve prepared so many things for you, these past days..though i would say i’m still scared of letting you go..”

“Hmm..and why is it my love?” , curious and in interest of knowing much more of your recent condition, he asked you straightforwardly. Voice gone anxious and body became colder than before, you find it precious how he always prioritize you over everything.

“i just don’t want to die..i don’t want to..this breathing ventilator sucks..i really want to be with you ajax, i really want to..” you were sobbing in his jacket, hiding your face in his embrace, not wanting him to see the awful side of you for being too egoistic for your own stability.

“just, ajax..if i left you..please take that box i’ve always brought..read the last letter if you’re ready..i loved you…so much..”

you’re lost in the snow, starting your new ways in heaven. Leaving him behind ; alone. even after encouraging you to stay longer than he will, though if he think it again, it was all a bullshit for you to stay. now, he is ready to witness the pieces of you he always wanted to knew, a new pieces of you to be loved again by him. Just please let it be a decent farewell, he didn’t ask for more, but just a decent love and farewell are all he could ask for.

opening in terror of expectation. he found himself to be quite charmed by the appearence of this letter. Sniffs and sobs crawling down to his cheeksbone, making it seems like he was finally reaching his emotions after the emptiness he felt these past seconds.

to, my dearest, ajax.

Ajax, You probably read this when i’m already gone. It might be hard to move on and live another life, still I hope your managing well in your current life, i’ll always look upon you my love. Just please do not harm yourself, i’ve always been worried about you since i lay in this painfully awful bed. So please, would you keep it mind..? i loved you so much that i have no hesitation to continue to love you more in the afterlife. I’m just too selfish for you, for you to withess nor to love.

I don’t think i’ll be able to send you all of my letters for you in this box i’ve always treasured. Though i have certain thoughts to be filled when i wrote this letter. I know i haven’t been a good lover for you, you’ve always taken care of me and i could only nod in gratitude. I really wish the god’s gave me two chance to live with you again, just for myself to stay even if it pains me. I don’t want to die, i don’t want to. I hope i could live another day everytime i sleep in your arms, i don’t want to lose another person because my time has losen up. I regretted this, everything.

And if in another life i could called you by your name again. Please do recognize me as your old lover. Thoug if it meant for me to forget about you, at least those deja vu from our past could bring you back to me. I do not beg for more sympathy from you, you’re too precious for me. You shouldn’t have suffer this much because of me. I loved you ajax. even if it were only the last chance for you to met me again in your dream or hallucination. I wish you a farewell, a pleasing farewell. I couldn’t bare someone to hurt because of their lost, just because i’m not strong enough to stay with you and outlived you.

Ah and remember the souvenir you gave to me from fontaine? i’ve always used it ever since you gave it to me. I don’t know if you realized it or not, but this gift from you have always been one of my comfort, it was the only pieces of you that i could remember when you were not here with me. I have no regrets that i still could hold into it until my death. So take it, it could be the only remembrance of me till the end of the 100 years of your life.

So ajax, know your worth. You are far from perfect yet the sight of you have always been one of the reason i’m alive. Don’t be too selfish to give someone a chance to survive, live well and die well. You’ve always have been my last memory of the lover i clearly love wholeheartedly. Love yourself for me, for you, and for the others who listen to your pleas. Found me again in the afterlife won’t you? I love you.

from, your old lover, (name).

he was crying in tears of hopeless numbness and sorrow. How many times has he been cussing a ‘fuck’ out of his mouth? He doesn’t even know, He lost count. He was crying in the ground, leaving puffy cheeks and eyes behind. your words are too much for him to bare. You are too kind for him, too much for him. The grief of losing you are already too much for him to bare. He doesn’t want to remember you are dead, he just wants to remember how much you loved him. It comforted him, always have been. But now you’re gone, he could only hold into the tiny box of his lovers oath. It’s a curse to be loved by you.

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valdomarx · 3 years

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“Geralt. My dearest friend. My closest companion. Light of my life, fire of my-”

Geralt narrows his eyes. “What do you want, Jaskier?”

“Seeing as how I’ve made you famous, and I flatter myself that this has eased you path somewhat, why, this very inn not only took us in but even offered us a discounted rate-”

“What do you want, Jaskier?” Testier this time.

“Ahh. Well. Let me put it plainly: I’m in need of a favour.”

Geralt raises one eyebrow, in an expression he knows speaks volumes.

“I need you to come with me to Lettenhove this winter and pose as my fiancé.”

Geralt nearly drops the sword he’s sharpening. A million thoughts whip through his mind, but one is most pressing: “Why, for Melitele’s sake?”

Jaskier waves a hand in a vague and non-descriptive gesture. “It’s a court thing, you know how families are, and my mother has made it abundantly clear that it’s time for me to settle down and this year I’m to return affianced or else she’ll select someone for me. And I can’t get hitched to some local lady, Geralt, I simply can’t, it’ll ruin my bardic appeal, not to mention my employment prospects, and of course I won’t be able to travel with you, and it’s-”

Geralt holds up a hand to ward off the wall of words. The idea of no longer travelling with Jaskier is unconscionable, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. And they spend so much time together they’re practically married anyway. How hard could it be to pretend for a few days?

“Fine,” he says gruffly.

“Oh, Geralt, you are wonderful.” Jaskier beams and throws his arms around Geralt’s neck. Geralt growls, but secretly, it’s actually rather nice.

“Mother, this is Geralt, my fiancé.”

Cold, clear eyes look him up and down, assessing him, and pinch into an expression suggesting he has been found wanting. Geralt decides against opening his mouth and further cementing that opinion.

“A witcher.” Her voice has the familiar twang of Jaskier’s, but with the flat, expressionless cadence he associates with the higher echelons of the aristocracy.

“A witcher!” Jaskier confirms in a cheery tone. “Isn’t that exciting?”

She sniffs in a manner which makes it clear that exciting would not be her first choice of word. “I see. He will be joining us for this year’s Yuletide?”

“He will.”

Her face draws back into the impassive mask of the well-bred. “Very well. You will stay in the east wing.”

“Thank you, mother.” Jaskier executes a stiff bow which Geralt copies and they beat a hasty retreat.

“That went rather well!”

Geralt blinks. “Jaskier, I’m fairly sure your mother means to have me killed in my sleep.”

“Oh, don’t mind her. She’s always like that. She’s actually softened up a lot since dear old dad died, gods rest the grumpy bastard.”

Geralt struggles to imagine how such staid, cold people could possibly have produced a son as bright and warm as Jaskier. They might as well be a different species.

Jaskier pushes open a door to a grand suite, all plush velvets and gold ornamentation, a thick woven rug underfoot. It’s the most opulent room Geralt has ever seen, but Jaskier pays it no mind and throws his bag casually on the bed.

“We’ll have to stay here together,” he says apologetically, not looking Geralt in the eye. “But the bed is plenty big, or I can sleep on the sofa if you’d rather -”

Geralt is still taking it all in: The space, the furnishings, the frankly enormous bed which looks divinely comfortable. And there, through the next room, that looks like-

“Is that a copper bathtub?” he asks, eyes wide. Such luxuries were a rarity indeed.

Jaskier grinned. “It is. Let me get some food sent up and I’ll wash your hair?”

Geralt grumbles, just for the effect, and decides that putting up with tedious aristocracy might have its benefits after all.

Yule festivities in Lettenhove are, mercifully, a mere matter of days. First there is the fitting for formal attire, which Geralt scowls through but Jaskier promises will be made up for with plenty of good food and wine. Then there are several deeply tedious aristocratic parties, which Jaskier sails through and Geralt spends mostly hiding in dark corners, as is his wont.

Occasionally, Jaskier will grab him by the hand and introduce him as, “Geralt, my husband-to-be,” and something funny will flip over in his stomach which will require several drinks to settle. When he returns to his dark corner he’ll find his heart pumping a little faster as his eyes track Jaskier flitting around the room. It’s probably just indigestion from all the rich food.

Then there is the formal family Yuletide dinner, a spectacularly awkward and singly unpleasant evening spent around a long, cold table with Jaskier’s mother and various cousins, who regard Geralt with expressions ranging from bland disinterest to active hostility. The food is heavy beyond measure and the conversation cruel and bland by turns.

They cover the need for raising taxes, the many failings of the servant class, and the petty squabbles over jewels and titles that seems to be the bread and butter of these people. With each hateful line, Geralt feels his blood rising. If it weren’t for Jaskier making pleading eyes at him, he’d take great pleasure in explaining some hard truths to them.

When a cousin begins expounding on useless lazy peasants in the estate, complaining that they can’t work because of plague, but we all know they’re simply idle, Geralt grits his teeth so hard that he swears the sound must be audible.

Beneath the table, Jaskier takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Staring down at their joined hands, Geralt detaches from these awful people and their awful conversation and focuses on the simple warmth of Jaskier’s fingers intertwined with his own.

They make their escape from dinner as soon as can be considered polite, and Geralt takes a second to lean against the door to their room, breathing deeply.

“You did well not to throttle anyone,” Jaskier says with a reassuring smile. “If we’d had to listen to cousin Edrick for a minute longer, I might have launched over the table with a carving knife myself.”

Geralt reaches for him without thinking, and once again Jaskier’s hand slips into his own. It’s grounding, to feel something genuine in this place surrounded by artifice.

“Come on,” Jaskier says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Geralt doesn’t even ask where they’re going before nodding.

They sneak away from the estate out of the servants’ door and follow a winding path toward a cluster of lights in the valley below. The path into Lettenhove town is quiet and calm, and as they walk the snow begins to fall in soft flurries, covering the ground in a peaceful white blanket.

The town looks picture perfect when they arrive, a charming jumble of thatched cottages and a small, cosy inn from which bright light spills out into the snowy night. When they enter the barmaid runs over to hug Jaskier and the proprietor slaps him on the back, and Jaskier has a kind word and a waved greeting for every person in there.

Geralt feels something unwind in his chest, something he hadn’t realised was tight and twisted until now. Seeing Jaskier in his element, among people who love him for who he is, instead of among that cold, hateful family, he feels right in a way he hasn’t for days.

Jaskier is already buying drinks and passing them around, and he excitedly waves Geralt over. “Bree, Geoffrey,” he addresses the couple behind the bar, “This is Geralt.” A shy smile sneaks over his face. “My fiancé.” The couple gasp in delight and congratulate Jaskier, then they’re embracing Geralt like old friends and pushing a drink into his hands.

“Come on, Geralt, join us!” Bree smiles warmly. “It’ll be the ten o’clock bells soon, and we must have Jaskier lead us in a song.”

The evening is a whirl of music and dance and loud, terrible singing, which the entire town seems to join in. For once there is no corner for Geralt to hide in, so he stays by Jaskier’s side, basking in the reflected glow of these people’s clear adoration of his bard.

When the midnight bell chimes and Geoffrey turns them all out for the night, the revelers wend their way home still singing and drinking. As the place empties out, Jaskier slides over to Bree to press a kiss to her cheek and a bulging purse into her hand. She tries to wave him off but Jaskier tucks the money behind the counter all the same, and Geralt watches, a deep wave of fondness sweeping through him.

The snow is still falling when they step out into the now-quiet street, soft, fat flakes drifting lazily from the sky and sticking in Jaskier’s hair. His cheeks are flushed pink and his hair falls in an messy sweep over his eyes; without thinking Geralt reaches out to brush it away behind his ear. Jaskier’s blush deepens as he does so, but he shivers in the cold.

“Here.” Geralt unclasps the thick cloak from around his neck and sweeps it over Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier’s mouth forms a little o of surprise and he looks up at Geralt, something tender in his eyes.

Geralt’s gaze is caught by the snow flakes settling on Jaskier’s lashes; he’s so focused that he almost jumps when Jaskier reaches out to take his hand. The sky seems to glow with a soft orange light as the clouds reflect the last few fires in the town below; everything is warm with Jaskier’s hand in his despite the chill in the air.

“Thank you,” Jaskier says softly. “For being here with me.” And leaning in, his breath caressing over Geralt’s face, he touches his lips to Geralt’s cheek in a ghost of a kiss.

Suddenly it occurs to Geralt that this will be it, tomorrow they’ll head back on the path like none of this ever happened, no more holding hands or being close, no more being introduced as Jaskier’s betrothed. And despite the hellish parts of this experience he really doesn’t want it to end. He likes being Jaskier’s person, and he likes Jaskier being his.

They are still standing close together, mere inches between them, and it’s no effort at all to lean in, slowly, cautiously, to find Jaskier’s lips with his own, to place a tentative kiss there. And then Jaskier’s hands are fisting in his shirt and tugging him closer still, and his arms go around his waist and Jaskier is kissing him back like he’s been waiting for it, their mouths slotting together like they were made to fit each other, and everything is blazingly bright like the white of the snow.

When they pull apart they stay with foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, and Geralt can see a smile cracking wide over Jaskier’s face.

“I like being engaged to you,” Geralt says quietly, unable to keep it in.

Jaskier’s smile widens even further. “I like being engaged to you too,” he says. He kisses him again. “Fiancé.” Another kiss. “Husband to be.” And another. “Partner.” One more. “Beloved.”

“I like the sound of those.” He suspects he may be wearing the same dopey grin as Jaskier is.

“Then let’s make it official.” Jaskier bites his lip. “Marry me?”

Jaskier is a picture of perfection, eyes gleaming and cheeks ruddy, snowflakes in his hair. Geralt’s heart has always been right here.

“I’d be honoured.” He considers for a second. “But not in Lettenhove.”

Jaskier’s laugh sparkles with joy. “Anywhere but here.”

#PLEASE ENJOY THIS HOLIDAY ROMCOM NONSENSE #i am feeling festive and also sappy #geraskier #the witcher #my writing

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. “That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

#male reader #platonic bench trio #tommyinnit #x male reader #platonic tubbo #ranboo #dsmp x male reader #dsmp ranboo #dsmp angst #platonic!ranboo x reader #male!reader #platonic tommyinnit #dad!reader

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kazunarisworld · 2 years

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Feelings Upgraded

Description: Sunwoo had always seen Chanhee as a brother of sort. Until Chanhee presents as an omega and becomes the only omega Sunwoo wants to mate with.

Pairing: Sunwoo x Chanhee (College au)

Sunwoo couldn't place a finger on just what was bothering him about Chanhee's scent. "Your scent is weird." He blurts out. The older glares at him, a little offended. "Excuse me. I smell complete fine and my scent is drool worthy." Chanhee scoffed at him, being the sassy person he always was. Sunwoo's nose twitched at his words.

"Not weird in a bad way. Just it has changed. More sweet and... I don't know." Sunwoo says, confused. Chanhee freezes in his sit but tries to hide it by laughing awkwardly. "Or maybe your nose is just broken." He says. Sunwoo shakes his head. "I can smell perfectly fine thank you. And the change in your scent is nice. Just need to adjust to it." Sunwoo says. The young alpha then literally sniffs Chanhee.

The older stands up abruptly. Sunwoo looking at him in surprise. "I need to go. I forgot to do something. I will see you t-tomorrow." Chanhee splutters and runs away leaving Sunwoo a little flabbergasted. Chanhee sure was acting weird.

The next day Sunwoo doesn't see Chanhee in classes. It leaves his alpha agitated. Worried and confused. The older hadn't event texted him. Is he fine? Is he sick? He wonders. For the rest of the day he still doesn't see Chanhee. And his messages are left unread.

When Sunwoo sees him, it was after 3 days and he swear he feels like his face have been slammed into a hard wall of sweet scent by how the older smells. Chanhee smells sweet but not in overwhelming way. It is sweet but comforting. The kind of scent Sunwoo wants to sniff 24/7 as inappropriate as it must have sounded when the thought came to his mind.

"Hyung!" He calls. Chanhee looks up at him from where he was sitting with his friends. Sunwoo walks towards him as with each step he takes towards the older he realizes something. Chanhee have presented. Chanhee have presented as an omega.

"Y-You presentated." He stutters standing in front of the older. Chanhee nods his head. He looks shy, Sunwoo notes. "Our late bloomer Chanhee has finally grown up. A beautiful omega. Isn't he beautiful Sunwoooooo~ Ahh now I have to set my bestie up on dates with beautiful alphas." Changmin says being as dramatic as always. And Sunwoo feels a little choked up when he think of Chanhee with some alpha on a blind date.

Chanhee smacks his best friend on the head. "I don't need any blind dates with some alphas. The alphas you choose are either too naive or too forward." Chanhee says, it makes Sunwoo feel a bit better. For now.

With Chanhee presenting as an omega the relationship between Sunwoo and him drastically changes. Not always in a bad way. But the change Sunwoo hates the most is the fact that he can't hangout with Chanhee as much as he used to. Having random sleepover in each other's dorm room.

It was inappropriate, Changmin had said. People were going to think wrongly especially when they are not dating. Sunwoo suddenly thought of whether he would be able to have sleep overs if he was dating the older. Dating Chanhee. The thought leaves him flustered for the whole day.

With time Sunwoo gets a lot more protective and.... possessive. No other alpha can even approach Chanhee without being growled at by Sunwoo. But it is not just Sunwoo who deals with the changes Chanhee presenting has brought.

Chanhee himself feels so many changes. He doesn't like it when someone's scent covers Sunwoo. Especially if it is the darn omega in the younger's class who seems to like trying to cling on Sunwoo. But Chanhee's heart always flutter with happiness when Sunwoo reject her approaches.

Chanhee also starts liking the younger's scent a bit more than he already did. He is not going to admit it to others but he has been cuddling the stupid hoodie Sunwoo had handed to him saying "you look cold so you can wear this." But the younger's scent is fading and it has Chanhee whining in disappointment. He has half a mind to ask the younger to scent it.

Scenting. It is something intimate. It is not really a "only for couple" thing but a thing which only packmates or mates does. Sadly Sunwoo and Chanhee are not dating and worst of all they are not even from the same pack. But it doesn't stop them from scenting each other. It is mostly Sunwoo scenting Chanhee because "I am protecting you from bad alphas who wants to approach you."

"Are you and Sunwoo dating or something?" Kevin, one if Chanhee's best friend, asked as they were hanging out in a cafe. Chanhee looks at him weird. "Why would we be dating?" He questioned. Kevin narrows his eyes at that. "Are you that oblivious? You two act like some couple who is going to be mated anytime soon." Kevin days. It makes Chanhee flustered almost dropping his coffee.

"We don't do that." He says. "Sure. As if you two don't scent each other. You two are also possessive asf towards each other like my lord. And he treats you so differently. Than any other omegas and you do the same towards him. Being all soft." Changmin points out. "Exactly! I am an alpha too but I never see you coddling me as much as you coddle Sunwoo and to say that I am your bestfriend." Kevin says pulling on a hurt look.

Changmin claps his hand excitedly. "Not to forget the little small gifts Sunwoo gives you all the time. It is as if he is unconsciously courting our Chanhee and Chanhee being Chanhee accepts them because it is from Sunwoo." He cooes. Chanhee glares at him, his face red. "Fine! I like him. So what." He bourts out annoyed. He tunes out his teasing friends as he sips on his coffee. Now would be the right time for the ground to open up and swallow him, he thinks.

Meanwhile Sunwoo starts realising how he feels towards Chanhee and he has a mental breakdown in front of his friend. "Holy fuck I like him. What do I do?" He asks Eric with wide eyes. A little (maybe a lot but he won't admit) panicked. "Tell him you want him as your mate. Ask him if you can bite his neck and claim him." Eric answers.

Sunwoo glares at him. "Those are such a bunch of anti romantic words." He says. Eric huffs. "Hey I am an omega. You think all omegas like romantic shit. Some prefers to have ourselves getting choked and bitten. I mean have you seen Juyeon hyung's hands? I want to be manhandled by those." Eric rants.

Sunwoo groans at that. "First of all I didn't needed to know what your freaky ass likes in bedroom. Second of all you are just a kinky hoe. And third of all it is Choi Chanhee that I like and he is polar opposite from you." He states. Eric rolls and his eyes. "You are panicking as if everyone doesn't already know you have a crush on Chanhee hyung." He says.

Sunwoo raise his brow at that. Eric sighs. "You are painfully obvious. You do all kind of shit to make him notice you and to impress him. It is almost disgusting. Do you know how you are covered in his scent 99% of the time? I don't know if Chanhee hyung realizes it but he is unconsciously marking you with his scent. And you my dear friend do the same to him." Eric points out making Sunwoo sigh.

"What do I do now?" He questioned, mostly to himself. "Maybe just take him out and confess. I am 99.9% sure he will accept your stinky ass." Eric says with a shrug immediately getting a smack from the alpha.

Two days passes by and Kim Sunwoo, the cocky wolf, can't even ask Chanhee to go out with him. He tried. He really did. But he chickens out every damn time. So he just gives up with an excuse of finding the "right time".

Until he loses his shit when he hears that Chanhee received a courting gift from an alpha who was from the same class as the older. "Hyung!" He calls out approaching Chanhee who was in front of his locker. Everyone who sees the young alpha could see how tense his posture was. His shoulders all tensed up. If the younger was in his wolf form, no doubt his hackles would be rising.

"Sunwoo-ah... You okay? You seem tensed. Is something wrong?" Chanhee asked worriedly. "Someone courted you." Sunwoo states, annoyance clear in his voice. Chanhee awkwardly laughs at that. "No- yes- I mean like... I don't know." Chanhee says.

Sunwoo groans in frustration. "Why would you even take some courting gift from a random alpha?!" Sunwoo says. Chanhee frowns at him. "He is from my class so he is not really random." He says. Sunwoo swear he is going to shove himself down the stairs any minute out of frustration.

"That's not the point! I don't like whoever the alpha is. You better get rid of that stupid courting gift or whatever it is that he gave you." Sunwoo says with a huff. "Why should I? It is not like I have an alpha." Chanhee states rolling his eyes. "B-But you do!" Sunwoo argues.

Chanhee scowls. "Where? I sure as hell don't see one!" He scoffs. "Me! I am an alpha! I want to be your alpha!" Sunwoo growls pointing to himself. Then silence.

Chanhee looks at him wide eyed. While Sunwoo's face turns red as he realises what he just blurted out. Chanhee's cheeks turning a light pink, which Sunwoo shamelessly thinks is so darn cute.

Chanhee turns towards his locker and opens it taking something out from it. He then shoves a small box in Sunwoo's hands. "Then give this back to the alpha who gave it to me and tell them you are already courting me." Chanhee says. Before Sunwoo could say anything the older starts walking away in a fast pace.

Sunwoo looks down at the box in his hand, a little confused. "Yah Kim Sunwoo!" Chanhee's voice makes him look up. The older stands a little far away from where he stood, his face redder than ever, his hands gripping on his bag. "I am going to wait for your courting gift! It better be something I like." The omega says and without another words he basically runs away.

Sunwoo looks at where Chanhee previously stood with a dumbfounded look. Then a big smile appears on his face. A big dumb, idiotic smile. He was finally going to be able to court the older omega! If Sunwoo stayed hyper for the remaining day, all bright and sunshine, no one needed to know why. Not yet.

Author's Note: HELLO GUYS LMAO! I really wanted to write this one lol. Imagine chanhee as an omega though. He would be soooooooo demanding no doubt. R.i.p alpha sunwoo. Anyways!!!! I hope you guys like this oneshot hehe. Sorry for any grammatical error :') or any typos. I am clumsy. Look forwards to more THEBOYZ stories~ especially sunnew ones 😂 Love you all~ Byeeeeee ❤️💕

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mongooseblues · 3 years

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Bless You Father for I Have Sinned (Fleabag, Hot Priest) 1/1

Did anyone watch Fleabag and/or want to read about a hot priest sneezing?

This works just fine as a standalone if u haven’t seen the show but for context: Hot Irish prob alcoholic “cool swear-y” priest and recovering sex addict and all-around hot mess main character (who doesn’t have a name) strike up a “friendship” that is just a poorly veiled excuse for spending time with someone they want very badly to fuck but can’t bc priesthood vow of celibacy and whatnot.

Here’s ~2k words in which I continuously get off on the idea of blessing a priest and unresolved sexual tension I also don’t resolve.

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“Fuck you, calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it…”

It happens for maybe ten minutes before it starts to stick out to her. Because it’s cold, as it always is on early-spring nights in London, and while they’re both fully dressed (unfortunately), neither is probably quite dressed enough to be out in a garden at this hour. And they’re a bit drunk—not that drunk, they’re both pretty practiced—on the G&Ts he’s so fond of for whatever reason. He specifically likes the kind you get already mixed in a can, which are especially shit, but it’s almost endearing that he likes those in particular. Well, very endearing actually. Goddamn this man—or… hmm, poor choice of words.

It doesn’t really grab her attention until he combines the sniffling with pinching his nostrils together.

“You alright, you’re quite sniffly?”

“I know, I dunno what’s going on,” he says, and punctuates it with a harsher sniffle than the ones previously unacknowledged, “Think ‘m just cold.” He zips his sweatshirt up a bit as if to illustrate.

“We could get you a blanket and swaddle you up like baby Jesus.”

He laughs. She extracts from her coat pocket a pack of cigarettes, takes one herself and angles the carton toward him in offering. Mostly because she wants him to scoot closer to her on the bench as she flicks the lighter for him. The flame illuminates the angles of his face in orange, the back of his fingers grazing her hand by happy accident, and yes, it’s a little pathetic that this momentary skin-to-skin contact is as erotic as it is to her, but that’s what you get when you fancy a priest isn’t it?

“They’re always describing him as being swaddled. Odd word, swaddled. Sounds kind of violent.”

“It does kind of,” he agrees, leaning back against the bench and exhaling a stream of smoke into the night air. Her plan worked, he’s ever so slightly closer to her now, post cigarette exchange, close enough that when he sniffles she can feel the slight vibration of his shoulders through the loose fabric on her coat sleeve. It unites them like an accidental spark of electricity she can sense just faintly enough to feel jumpy. Or turned on. Or both.

She really shouldn’t be this shameless about trying desperately to corrupt a man of the cloth she wants to get under. Maybe she’d feel properly guilty if she wasn’t quite so fucking horny.

“So you did read more than just the passages I marked for you?” He asks, at once surprised and pleased and maybe nervous, grinning but also looking away for a moment as if he could disguise all of that.

“Not really, just the birth of the ol’ lord and savior. It seemed like it’d be climactic.”

“Was it?”

“Can’t say I climaxed reading it, no,” she says with a cheeky look that elicits the laughter she’s looking for, “No offense but it’s really quite boring, this book you love so much.”

“Yeah… that’s a tragically common sentiment among reviewers.” He’s scratching at his nose with the back of one wrist with such intensity it’s unmistakeable how much it’s bothering him.

“Don’t care much for the writing style either, I have to say.”

If the irritation could be resolved with a mouse-like scrunch of the nose he’d have figured it out by now, and clearly he hasn’t because he still has to shrink into his crossed arms like an accordion with a fairly high-pitched, vocal and thus somehow Irish-accented, “Hehh-ishhYUE!”

“Bless. The only way I was able to get through it was by imagining you in every speaking role.”

It’s a sentence meant to provoke him, not unlike most of her sentences, and for a minute as her eyes are on her own exhaled smoke and he fails to respond, she wonders whether it sounded even weirder than she meant it, but as it turns out he’s just about to sneeze again — squinting into the distance and bringing an arm to his face in slow motion.

“Mmff-SHOO!” He blinks in surprise as he resumes his previous position on the bench, now shifted just a bit farther away from her. Damn.

“Ugh, sorry. Every speaking role?? Ohfuck— ahh-ishSHEU!”

“Jesus.”

“You imagined me as Jesus??”

“No I mean Jesus, are you okay, did you catch something?” Of course she imagined him as Jesus.

“Ooh I hope not,” he says with a nervous look, “that’d be lousy timing.”

“The lord works in mysterious ways.”

“Thuh-that he does��” A sudden inhale, a crooked arm rising at a much hastened speed. It begins in a manageable way, somewhat controlled, but then it seems to get away from him.

“Hh… hehd’SHHUE!”

“Bless you, Father."

He mumbles a thank you bookended by soft snuffling.

“Maybe he’s sent you a plague of sneezing. He does that sometimes doesn’t he? Send plagues?”

His face just scarcely conveys amusement before it’s hijacked again by the same expectant expression, but he still attempts to talk through it, even as irritation becomes evident in every feature. “S-sometimes…”

She thinks about saying bless you in advance but decides instead to just wait for him to succumb to it. A flicker of lashes, a reveal of the very tips of canines, his entire face crinkles around his visibly twitching nose. It pulls him downward and then forward in that order, as he collapses into a crooked arm as if stumbling despite being seated.

An especially desperate, “hehhSCHOO!” that begins quietly but certainly doesn’t end that way.

“God bless you, Father, again.”

“Wow,” he says with a sniff, knuckles swiping under his nose in a single smooth motion, “Maybe I’m allergic to you. My body’s having a reaction.”

“Is it?”

An eyeroll and a grin, and then he goes back to scratching at his aggravated face in a manner that’s becoming aggressive.

“Well stop manhandling your nose that’s clearly not working.” Before she can think better of it, she takes his elbow to pull the offending arm away from his face. She can feel his muscles tense with the movement, but when she looks up at him there’s only a blurry-eyed smile chased by a nervous huff of a laugh. Another line she can’t uncross but doesn’t particularly want to.

The therapist hadn’t needed to point out that her all-consuming attraction to someone she couldn’t have was probably a healthy coping mechanism of her recently adopted abstinence. She hadn’t really expected this though — for her advances to not be rejected entirely. She hadn’t planned for hope to cease feeling like such a daft, one-sided notion.

“Should I even be blessing you or is that overkill? Or am I even qualified to bless you? Can one bless a priest if they’re not like, anointed or something?”

“You can bless me,” he confirms, looking like he’s barely got a handle on controlling his own eyebrows. Or lips for that matter. God, that mouth, those lips. Parting by accident the way she’d like to make them open on purpose.

“Little greedy of you. You’re not blessed enough as is?”

“Neh—neverhurts…” He pitches sidewards with a slurred, tellingly tipsy, “hehh-ESHHyoooo!”

“Bless you…”

“Thank you,” he sniffles with embarrassed necessity, bringing the back of a sleeve to his nose.

“Hold on, I think I have some tissues,” she says as she feels around in her bag in the darkness, “Well, cocktail napkins at least.” Another knuckle brush as she hands them to him. How arousing. How pitifully arousing. She really should come up with ways to hand him things more often.

“Ahh you were holding out on me,” he says, and then after a gentle blow, “Sorry.”

“You are coming down with something aren’t you?"

He thinks about it, bringing the napkin away from his nostrils with a final follow-up dab. “I dunno, maybe?”

“Do you feel ill?”

“Mostly just very itchy.”

How many other chances will she get… She reaches a hand to gingerly press the back of her fingers against his forehead. He blinks a few times in response, rapidly and reflexively, and swallows back a smile. There’s a burning in her stomach that’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

“Um, you feel okay I think?” She says, attention course-corrected back to the cigarette crumbling in her hand, but still glancing at him to measure the aftermath of the relatively bold gesture and they lock smiling eyes in the process.

If he really wanted to ward her off he’s doing a phenomenally shitty job of it. She knows he wants her. God if only that was enough, to know he wanted her.

“I think you’re right I’ve been sent a plague of sneezing. Probably trying to tell me something.”

“Something about how your new friend could take care of you?”

He grins with half of his mouth. “Or something about how I probably shouldn’t be drinking G&Ts in the middle of the night with my new friend who I like a little too much.”

Oh he… really shouldn’t have given her that.

“ExxSHHUE!!” He shakes the whole bench with this, then straightens back up, not looking entirely recovered, and says almost to himself, “And about how I probably shouldn’t tell my new friend that I like them a little too much.”

“But you did anyway and he hasn’t, I dunno, smote you down yet.”

Irritation is still etched into his features, his chest slowly swelling with air, hastily fiddling with the napkins.

“Are you actually going to sneeze again? You haven’t finished?”

He shakes his head as his eyes close and seizes into a rushed, “hehESHHyue!"

“It’s a plague I can’t stop! Snf, it’s out of my hands."

She knows the night’s over, she does. She gets the sense that she’d been invited to overstay her welcome, but it’s getting past that point now. Whenever she leaves after being around him her face hurts from smiling like an idiot the whole time and she comes away aching in more ways than one. That ache is starting already, another sign they’ve stretched this interaction too long once again.

However, alcohol. “If you tell me to leave and you sneeze again perhaps we’ll know whether or not it was divine intervention.”

“He might just be punishing me now anyway,” he sighs, remembering a cigarette he may not have taken a single drag from, neglected and foreshortening in his fingers.

“We haven’t done anything we’re just talking. I’m a—what is it, parishioner?”

“That is a word, yes. Snf! Though it implies someone who’s actually going to church to, you know, practice their faith."

“I’m a parishioner here to…” she’s not even sure what to say, she still doesn’t know shit about Catholicism aside from the fact that it’s a massive cockblock, “seek your… counsel? Guidance? Guidance counseling.”

He puts a hand over part of his face, tired but amused. “You can’t act innocent even when you’re trying your best, can you?"

She almost snorts. Is this what he thinks trying her best looks like?—No, don’t actually say— “Who said I was trying my best?”

Why can’t she stop herself from saying things like that to him? The only thing that’s going to stop her now is a ‘no’ that’s actually firm enough not to give way when she presses against it relentlessly. He honestly needs to just get it over with before he really gives her too much to hold onto. She’s not going to win out over God, the guy’s pretty fucking stiff competition.

Goddamnit, just break her heart already, what the fuck is he waiting for? This should have ended ages ago, and now it’s getting dangerously close to too late.

Was it unfair to assume he’d be stronger than her? Or is he trying to hurt himself too? A duetted exercise in masochism, mutually assured destruc—

“—ESSHHYUE!” He looks at her through wet lashes, bleary and sheepish and drunk and cute and fuck.

She sighs loudly, looks skyward and says, “Right, you’ve made your point! I’m leaving!”

#am i going to include the forehead feeling trope in every fic I ever write? ur goddamn right I am #to be fair I resisted the heightened temperature temptation aaand he’s not technically sick so I’m ‘doing something new’#I’ve done this platonic-but-not dynamic to death and I’ll 100% do it again in the future #i have absolutely no concept of how popular this show is or isn't #but hey hot priest is hot so here ya go #i am not even a little bit catholic but neither is fleabag so no research for meeeee #mongoose writes sometimes

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mrs-hilmarson · 3 years

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Run to Me (Part 5)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

Wordcount:2.4K

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Taglist: @fauxplant @deliacoven @escapetodreamworld @kikaykimkim

A/n: Sorry for the delay! I am fighting a serious virus and the holiday... and I may have fallen in love with the real Diane Sherman? I dunno, long story. Anyways, hope you like and Part 6 will be close behind! Love you guys! Thanks for the kind words!

Diane bobbed her head to the music, singing the song on the radio under her breath. You laid your head on the window, the cool glass relieving some of your discomfort. You felt like you were on a roller coaster, the world around you spinning one way then the next. You looked over at her, slightly jealous that she felt fine. She noticed and took her eyes off the road long enough to get a good look at you. She frowned and put her hand on your knee, caressing it with her thumb.

"I can turn around if you want. I think you need the rest," she said, drowning out the music.

You shook your head, groaning. For some reason the pounding behind your eyes grew stronger. You shouldn't have done that.

"I need to see Mandy. I need to talk to her face to face. I won't stay long, but I still need to do this."

Diane bit the corner of her lip, thinking about something. She nodded in response, removing her hand and then sticking it in her coat pocket. She pulled it back out, holding out her hand in front of you. In her palm sat two different pills. You sat up, looking over at her.

"What are those?"

"Aspirin, to help your headache," she said quietly, forcing a smile.

You picked up the pills and looked at them. One was different from the other.

"One of them isn't the same as the other though," you said, wondering if she had accidentally pulled out the wrong pills.

"One is an aspirin, the other is a stronger pain killer. A full dose of aspirin isn't enough to knock that migraine out completely, but a full dose of a pain killer would knock you out, and I know you want to be as coherent as possible during your meeting with Mandy."

Diane smiled nervously at you. You couldn't help but smile back. You knew she didn't want you to go off alone right now, but the fact that she was trying her hardest to make sure you could do what you wanted just made your heart sing. You threw back the pills and swallowed, eager for them to kick in.

Diane watched you for a moment longer and you raised your eyebrows at her, chuckling nervously.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked.

She smiled and blushed, turning her eyes back to the road. Her smile remained though.

"No, just making sure you took your medication since I can't trust you to eat your breakfast," she said, her voice laced with a sassy tone.

You laughed, even though your head protested. You reached over and hit Diane's shoulder and she gasped, holding her arm dramatically.

"Watch it missy, or I'm going to have to punish you."

Suddenly the air in the car seemed thick, and she looked over at you in a way you hadn't seen before. Something was different in her eyes and her smile was curved... differently.

You laughed nervously, unsure of what to do. She looked at you for a moment longer in silence before coming to and turning her eyes back to the road. She cleared her throat and her eyes seemed to dart around the road.

"So I am going to run by the pharmacy when you're with Mandy and pick up some flu medicine. I think that's what going on with you. It wouldn't be surprising after that week you spent cramped on a bus with God knows who," she said. She said it in a completely normal tone as if what just happened, hadn't.

You slumped in your seat and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Okay," you mumbled as you turned the other way. Diane confused you.

Diane dropped you off a block away from the coffee shop. It was a real fight for her to agree, but she finally said okay if you promised to take the mug of tea you hadn't touched with you. You told her you just wanted to stretch your legs and walk a bit, but really you just didn't want to look like you were a little kid being dropped off by your mom to a playdate. You agreed to meet her back in two hours and you went on your way.

You saw Mandy in the coffee shop window, early as usual. She always liked to be the first one to arrive, no matter what the circumstance. She was on her laptop, sipping her drink, looking beautiful and healthy. You could barely contain your excitement and your chest tightened. You quickly took a puff of your inhaler and ran inside, another sweet little bell signaling your arrival.

Mandy looked up and met your stare, her face nearly splitting in half from her smile. She hopped off the stool and ran to you. You met her in the middle and you crashed into one another's arms. You nuzzled into her hair, letting it hide your tears. You had missed her so much. It had been so long since you had seen her face. She pulled back, looking you over. Immediately her face fell.

"What happened to you? What is this cut? Why are you so pale?" she asked, her hands frantic on your face, turning it from side to side looking for more injures.

You laughed and knocked her hands away.

"Well hello to you too.. I had a little bit of an accident and I think I'm coming down with something, but truly I'm fine."

She lead you to the table and you sat across from her. You forced your face to remain normal, even though climbing onto the stool was painful. You placed your cup on the table and leaned on it. Mandy stared at you for a while.

"So, what was this accident that left a dent in my baby sisters head?"

"Someone accidentally.... hit me with their car?"

The silence between that followed was deafening. Her face was void of any emotion, unblinking.

"I'm sorry, what? Someone did WHAT?" she hissed, suddenly exploding.

You leaned back, afraid Mandy may actually smack you.

"I walked into the street without looking. But it's okay because the person who hit me with their car had medical training! They took care of me. Really, I'm fine."

Mandy looked at you, dumbfounded.

"Okay, we are gonna touch back on that later. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I'll cover you."

You shook your head and pushed the travel mug towards her on the table.

"No I'm okay. I promised I'd drink this."

"Who brings coffee to a coffee shop with them? And what is that? Why does it smell like that?"

"I promised I'd drink it. It's some sort of herbal thing, I dunno. Supposed to help with my immune system or something."

Mandy took a bigger sniff of it, gagging. She pushed it back towards you again.

"Please tell me you didn't take that from someone off the street. You don't know how to say no and Y/n I'm pretty sure that's someone's pis-"

"No! Why don't you have more faith in me? The woman I'm staying with makes it for me," you said, grabbing it and taking sip, suppressing the grimace you felt. You hated it, but she didn't need to know that.

"Ahh okay. Yeah, please tell me more about this mysterious woman who just let a random stranger into her home with no ulterior motives," she said, taking a dramatic sip of her own drink. She coughed, choking on it. You tried to suppress a smile, but you couldn't and she saw it so she kicked you under the table.

"She's not some weirdo. She's actually the one who hit me with her car-"

"OH MY GOD. You're making this up. This can not be real Y/n."

"Would you stop? You make it so difficult to tell a story! Yes, she is the one who hit me with her car. Her name is Diane and-"

"Diane what?"

You looked over at Mandy, angry for her cutting you off once again, but the look on her face made your stomach drop a bit. She wasn't playing. She was serious.

"Uh, Diane? Diane Sherman.." you squeaked, clasping the cup in your hand nervously.

Mandy shook her head violently, her face suddenly pale.

"No. No you can not go back there Y/n. She is dangerous."

"What? No she's not! She's been nothing but nice and has taken care of me."

Your voice shook. Why did Mandy have to be so negative about everything?

"Do you know her?" Mandy asked, her voice sharp and abrasive.

"She's a teacher, she lives alone, she had a daughter once, and she travelled and then settled down here."

Mandy shook her head again.

"No, she's NOT a teacher. She can't be around children after her arrest."

You sat and looked at her, shocked.

"Then, what does she do? She has a big house," you said, looking at the ground. You felt small again. So small.

"THATS WHAT YOURE WORRIED ABOUT? Did you hear me? She was ARRESTED! She didn't travel, she was in jail! Wanna know why, Y/n?"

"No-"

"SHE KIDNAPPED A BABY! She never had a daughter! She tried to steal someone elses! Right from the hospital! Went into the infant ward and plucked a random baby from a cot and tried to stuff it in a bag and run off with it! Thank God that baby was wearing a security bracelet or she could have gotten away."

You slumped in the stool, unable to keep your body up. Your head spun. Nothing felt real all of the sudden and you were sure you were going to be sick. Your eyes stung and you felt your chest tighten. You were drowning.

"No. Th-that can't be true. You're lying."

Mandy huffed and turned back to her laptop, smacking the keys violently. She clicked on something and turned it around to face you, the screen on a newspaper article.

Diane's mugshot was bright and harsh, staring back at you. Right above it was the headline "ATTEMPTED BABY SNATCHING IN ILLINOIS". You opened your mouth, but could find no words. Instead, tears fell from your eyes silently, landing on the table top.

Mandy could see your distress, taking the laptop and shutting it. She reached over and grabbed your hand and caressed it. You looked up at her, your chest aching.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but it's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some where safe, okay?"

"But-but.. I am safe. That was a long time ago Mandy. She's changed. She's different," she murmured. You couldn't accept what Mandy was saying.

"No honey, she hasn't. I know this about Diane because she was stalking me. She seemed nice at first, but then she started following me. She'd call me nonstop, and just show up to where ever I was. I know she broke into my dorm and stole stuff of mine. Before I started suspecting something was up, I'd go over to her house for dinner and everytime would leave so sick and tired. I could never prove it, but I'm certain she was drugging me."

You shook your head. No, no, absolutely not. You stumbled out of your chair, your head pounding. Your vision was blurring, and you could feel your heart in your throat. You tried to pull in a breath, but your throat was closing. You stumbled and fell, knocking the travel mug onto the floor. You heard it shatter, but it seemed like it happened in another world. Nothing was happening here. It was just you, the cold floor, and your heartbeat.

You heard Mandy say something, running towards the bathroom. You weren't sure what she said, but you didn't try to move. You couldn't move, your body felt like stone. You gasped for air, but you began to choke and gag instead. You were scared, you were sick, and you were heartbroken.

You heard the little ringing of the door's bell in some far off land, and suddenly before your eyes was the face of Diane. You tried to move, and you weren't sure if your goal was to get away from her or to cling to her, but either was pointless. You had no control over your body. You were in one of your panic attacks

All you could do is search her face with your eyes. She looked scared, tears in her eyes, her nose running. She looked to something in the distance, her expression almost scary. She looked back down at you and kissed your forehead before leaning closer to you.

"Hey sweet girl. It's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna take you home now, but I need you to be quiet," she whispered so close to your ear that you could feel her lips on the shell of it.

You wanted to scream, to yell for Mandy, but you could not. You wondered where the coffee shop employees had gone and if they were going to get help. You looked up into Diane's eyes and she smiled desperately at you. Your heart ached. You were so scared, you did not want to go with her. Yet at the same time, part of you did. You could not believe what you had been told.

You felt Diane pick you up from the floor, leaving behind the shattered cup and rushed you out of the door, running down the block with you. She threw you into the passenger seat, not even bothering to buckle you up. You leaned against the door, slumped over. Diane got into the drivers seat and fumbled with the keys, her hand shaking. She turned the ignition and hit the gas, leaving town before Mandy even came back from the bathroom.

Diane drove fast back towards the house, biting her nails. She breathed heavily and you could only watch her out of the corner of your eye. Who was she? Why had she lied? What else was she hiding?

Suddenly Diane took a sharp turn, not breaking, causing you to fly from the seat and fall into her lap. You groaned, feeling a bit more in control. Diane looked down and smiled. Sniffling she petted your hair and shooshed you. You went to push yourself up but Diane pushed you back down. Your breathing became ragged again and you were afraid you were going to hyperventilate.

You felt the car go off road and then go into park. Diane reached behind your seat and got a first aid kit, opening it. Then, you felt a prick in the side of your neck. You gasped and cried out. You scratched at Diane, attempting to push yourself away from her body. Warmth spread through your muscles and your vision seeped away into a black mist, but not before you heard it. Her voice in your ear.

"It's okay baby. I'm here. I'm here now."

#Run to me #run film #sarah paulson #sarah paulson fic #sarah paulson x reader #diane sherman x reader

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king (41) || atz

“Chin Hae, can you pass me the salt?”

“Coming right up!” You call over the rattle of the pans, grabbing the wooden bottle from the shelf and tossing it over your shoulder without a second glance. Seonghwa catches it easily without turning around, the two of you already so attuned with each other’s actions in the kitchen that you might as well be telepathic.

“Thanks!” He tells you and you nod, knowing that even though he can’t see it, he’ll somehow sense it anyway. The fragrance of steak and chicken marinated with spices and wild onions grilling over a charcoal fire wafts into the air and you breathe in appreciatively.

You’re almost salivating at the very thought of eating it already, the tantalizing smell lingering on in your mouth.

“Your cooking is amazing, you know that, Seonghwa-oppa?”

The cook smiles shyly, shaking his head as he prepares the stir fried vegetables in the pan, seasoning them lightly with salt. Not too much, Seonghwa always tells you, because salt has a strong taste and he wants people to appreciate the original flavour of the food. Enhance, not replace, as he likes to say.

“I did grow up intending to be a chef and cook lots of delicious food for customers.” He says wistfully, and for a moment you’re brought back to that beach on Nassau, watching Seonghwa as he chose to stay with the Treasure. Then his smile broadens gently as he puts the vegetables on a plate, hand stilling in the air for a moment. “But it’s more fulfilling to cook for people I love.”

You can’t help but beam back at him. Seonghwa is truly too sweet for this pirate life, you think as you chop up the chives finely to use as garnishing. He looks at your work proudly.

“You’ve really improved by leaps and bounds.” Seonghwa praises you, one hand ruffling your hair like a proud older brother. You laugh as he moves to the charcoal oven to take out the pieces of grilled meat, shaking your head in amusement.

“You’re not lying out of the kindness of your heart like the last time, are you?” You jibe teasingly, referring back to the time San had described your cooking to be akin to “fish innards”. Seonghwa assumes a perfectly innocent face faster than you can blink, piling slabs of perfectly grilled meat high on a tray.

“I didn’t lie. You did improve greatly… with plenty more room for improvement.”

You throw the pepper grinder at him playfully, but he catches it without blinking an eye and seasons the grilled meat to perfection. Now the food is finally done.

As if on cue, your stomach growls loudly and the door creaks opens to reveal Yunho, his head peeking in between the crack.

“Hey, hyung, is dinner ready?” He smiles that beagle like grin, hopping up and down excitedly on each foot as he sniffs the air hungrily. You swear that you had thought cooking was an easy job at first, but cooking for so many hungry men on board a pirate ship put fighting a battle to shame.

Seonghwa shakes his head good naturedly as he passes Yunho the platter of meat. “It would have been done a lot faster if you had offered to help, Yunho-ah.”

The lookout shrugs, but there’s a mischievous grin on his face that spells trouble. “I’ve got to leave you some job to do, otherwise you’d be useless on this ship, hyung.”

Seonghwa sputters in outrage and draws his meat cleaver, but Yunho ducks out into the galley stairway before the knife can find his head, the blade sinking into the wooden door instead.

“Come back here, you coward!” Seonghwa shrieks, but Yunho’s laughter only echoes down the hallway after him.

You raise a hand to your mouth to stifle your giggles, picking up the plate of vegetables and tugging lightly on his arm. “Come on, Seonghwa-oppa. Let’s go before all your steak is eaten.”

At the very horrifying thought, Seonghwa starts in fright and throws off his apron, before flying up the stairs so fast you would’ve thought the kitchen was on fire. Shaking your head in amusement, you climb the stairs after him at a more sedately pace, balancing the plate carefully in your hands.

The night air is cool upon your face as you step onto the main deck, a steady breeze tugging at your hair. You set the plate of vegetables on the deck and the crew all move forward to take their servings, thanking you one by one with smiles.

Your heart warms in your chest. You just want to stay this way forever.

“Woah, there’s chicken! And beef!” Wooyoung’s voice is right next to your ear as he glances over your shoulder at the menu for the night, clearly excited. You smile at his childlike excitement.

“You should eat before Seonghwa-oppa takes all the beef, Wooyoung-oppa.”

At your words, you see Wooyoung’s cheeks colour a little even in the dim light of the torches, making his face look rosy. He puffs out his cheeks at you.

“I know you’re just doing it to tease me, Chin Hae.” He tries to sound stern, but then an uncontrollable grin breaks through his pout. “But don’t stop doing it.”

You quirk your eyebrows playfully at him as you brush your hair out of your eyes. The wind really is very strong today. Wooyoung’s bright green eyes dart over to your hand immediately and his lips pull into a brief frown.

You’re about to ask him why the sudden change in expression when he reaches into your belt and pulls out the silver hairpin he’d given you so long ago that day in Tortuga.

“Wooyoung-oppa, what are you-” You begin to say, but then he moves behind you, gentle fingers gathering errant strands and brushing through your hair softly.

“Don’t move.” His warm voice whispers past your ear as he concentrates on twisting your hair together into some elaborate braid, tugging lightly before sliding the hairpin in to keep the knot in place. Satisfied with his work, he steps back, tucking one last strand behind your ear gently, fingers lingering there for a moment before pulling away.

You raise a hand to touch the hairdo in surprise. It’s actually very well done, a beautiful braid wrapping around itself to form a simple updo. You glance at Wooyoung in surprise, who’s smiling proudly at his creation.

“How are you so good at this, oppa?” You remark, stunned by his skill, but then you see his face fall minutely, a shadow flickering across his eyes. His smile turns a little sad, a little lost as his hands fall to his sides, the sound of the chains clanging strangely loud in your ears.

“Maybe I’ll tell you another time.” He shakes his head, but before your can press him further, there’s the strum of a guitar chord ringing through the night air. You glance behind you in surprise to see Jongho sitting there with an acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming a few random chords to warm up his fingers.

Wooyoung’s eyes light up immediately.

“Oh, they’re about to start a song!” He cheers, taking you by the arm and pulling you forward. You stumble after him as Yunho takes his place in the centre of the circle that the crew has formed, all shouting song requests to the younger battlemaster.

“They’re the battlemaster music team.” Yeosang whispers in your ear as he joins you and Wooyoung at the front, watching Yunho go around listening to the crew’s requests intently. You frown, but before you can say anything else, Jongho’s strumming suddenly picks up a lively tune.

“I can make your hands clap~”

Everyone on the ship claps in time to the beat and to your surprise, the crew all start chanting one name.

“Go Captain! Go Captain! Go Captain!”

Glancing about you, you barely spot your captain’s horrified face next to yours before Wooyoung grabs him by the arm and shoves him into the middle of the circle, the crew breaking out in a round of applause. Your captain looks around frantically with a chicken skewer hanging out of his mouth.

“Now come on guys, let’s not do this-” He begins, but then everyone starts whistling and singing along, and your captain in the end, with a defeated smile on his face, does some strange dance that looks as if he’s running on the spot, before he finishes off with an attempt at a handstand.

“You’re so cool, captain!” San screams and Hongjoong throws the skewer stick at him.

It doesn’t matter how silly he looks, because all his crew absolutely adores him and breaks out in cheers. With an embarrassed smile you’ve never seen on your captain, he hops out of the circle and pushes Mingi in instead.

You’ve never seen the silent quartermaster so energetic, because the second he steps into the circle he’s singing along and gesturing for everyone to follow him as he claps.

“I can make your hands clap!” And he can indeed, because everyone does imitate him, cheering and clapping along.

Yunho comes in with a some strange dance that involves hopping from one foot to the other while saluting, but it’s when Seonghwa is pushed into the centre of the circle, ready to dance his heart out, the music abruptly stops.

Seonghwa gives the biggest baby pout you’ve seen, and that’s almost enough to send you into fits of hysterical laughter.

There’s an awkward silence as everyone turns to stare at Jongho.

The maknae looks up from his guitar in surprise. “Ahh… sorry, I just thought one string was off key.”

But there’s a little quirk to the side of his mouth that you don’t quite believe.

The song switches up again and everyone’s back to dancing once more, Wooyoung jumping into the circle completely of his own volition, doing some “sexy” stretching that you’re laughing too hard over, shaking your head in amusement.

The night ends with Seonghwa breaking out a barrel of rum, announcing that he felt that the atmosphere was lively and they needed something to help the crew sleep.

He clearly doesn’t know his crew mates well enough.

San is doing the same ridiculous dance from before, except this time he actually managed to find two star anise herbs from the galley and put them on his chest. It fits your dream from before almost too accurately and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

Mingi is bawling his eyes out in a corner of the ship with a tankard of rum in hand, screaming to the skies and demanding that Hongjoong should be blessed with a better life. You smile in amusement and turn around to search for Yunho and Wooyoung, and there they are again, screaming drunken insults at each other from their respective masts.

From here you can faintly hear the same nicknames ‘Poo Young’ and ‘Yun Hoe’ drifting over the wind and an amused smile tugs at your mouth. Just as you’re considering going over to break up their argument, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

Surprised, you turn around to see Yeosang standing there, holding out a tankard to you with a smile on his face.

“Drink with me?”

You’ve never really drunk any alcohol before, but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. Taking the tankard in hand, you look into it and are surprised to see a fruity juice inside instead of alcohol.

Seeing the confused look on your face, Yeosang explains. “I know you’ve never tried alcohol before, so I made a fruit juice earlier from apples and oranges and added just a little rum to it so you won’t get a hangover tomorrow.”

Your heart warms at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you, Yeosang-oppa.”

The two of you huddle together against the cold at the port side of the ship, the wood of the bulwarks shielding you from the biting winds. You lift the tankard to your lips hesitantly and take a sip, to your pleasant surprise, it tastes just like a well blended fruit juice, with just a tiny nip of alcohol to take the edge off the cold.

Yeosang has some hidden kitchen skills you’ve never known about.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until Yeosang finally breaks it.

“So, I heard that you gave up on your memories.”

You start a little in surprise, turning to look at the navigator. You’d never told anyone on board about what the sea witch had said, merely telling them that you’d die if you regained your memories, not wanting to tell them exactly how tempted you had been to do it anyway. Fortunately, no one had asked too much about it, but that Yeosang is finally confronting it, you feel like you should give him the truth.

“I really wanted to accept it, you know?” You murmur softly as you take another sip, watching the rest of the crew fool around the deck, laughing and singing drunken songs. It’s cold, so you curl a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. One of his arms comes up to encircle you, pulling you to him.

“I know.” He answers, and you know he does. Since the time the two of you had brushed death together, Yeosang can simply understand what you’re feeling like no one else, sensing the thoughts that pass your mind. You pause for a moment to sort out your thoughts.

“I thought I’d feel sad after I left the island, you know?” You whisper softly to him. You’re starting to feel a little drowsy, a warm heaviness settling over you like a thick blanket. “But I don’t regret it in the least. Not even a little.”

You can feel Yeosang’s smile more than you see it.

“I’m glad.” He says, and you know that he genuinely is. That’s the kind of man Yeosang is, pure, kind hearted, a gentle soul in every sense of the word. Your eyes close and you settle against him, basking in his warmth, feeling the buzz of alcohol in your limbs.

Yeosang hums a light tune and you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me and other times I feel like I should go… and through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets, and when you're gone we want you all to know…”

Apparently Yeosang also has some singing skills you’ve never known about either.

Yeosang’s voice is deep and soothing, washing over your ears. You’re clinging onto his words as you slip into your dreams, hoping one day you can see Jongho and he sing together.

You brought back into consciousness by a gentle rocking motion and the feeling of warm arms around you, something hard digging into your back. The person carrying you shifts a little, adjusting himself so that you’re nestled more comfortably in his arms.

“Did I wake you up?” His voice is soft in your ears and you merely curl deeper into him, burying your face into his chest, still in that sleepy stupor. He chuckles a little as he continues moving forward, raising a leg to unlatch a door expertly with his foot.

The door to the sickbay, you realise drowsily, as the person carrying you ducks inside, careful not to knock your head on the doorframe. His boots thump softly on the floorboards, an oddly familiar jingling sound in your ears.

It’s only when he sets you down on your bed do you realise who it is.

“Wooyoung-oppa?” You ask, a little too tipsy and drowsy to think properly. A hand reaches down to your hair and he slides the hairpin out of your hairdo, placing the accessory on the bedside table.

Wooyoung smiles fondly at you for a moment, even though you can’t see it, one hand running through your hair to free it from its braid. “No, it’s the dream fairy. Go back to sleep, Chin Hae.” With one last glance over his shoulder, he stands up and turns to leave, but then something stops him.

“Don’t go.” You mumble, one hand reaching up to catch his wrist. He freezes under your touch, squeezing his eyes tight against the memories that flood his mind of scarlet lipstick, painted nails dragging down his back leaving bright red marks on his skin. Scars upon scars upon scars, bruises and kisses over the same places on his body until there is no more space for more-

No. He forces those thoughts from his mind, willing the fear built into his body to understand. You’re different. You wouldn’t hurt him… you won’t hurt him. That’s why he lets you take his hand every time you reach for it with a smile, praying that you build new, brighter memories over the dark rooms and suffocating perfume that linger in his mind, hoping that one day, he might be free.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turns to glance at your sleeping form with a pained smile. Then he bends down, dropping a brief, chaste kiss to your forehead, before tugging the covers over you.

“It’s dangerous to say those kind of things to a man, you know.” He chides you gently, even though you’re already lost in your dreams, eyes shut, chest rising evenly with each breath. He still tells you this, even though he knows full well you’re not afraid of him in the least bit.

In fact, the one in danger of being hurt is probably him.

What are you doing to me, Chin Hae?

Wooyoung sighs in exasperation at his thoughts, shaking his head, but his thoughts turn to something darker. If even battle hardened Mingi had feared that part of him, if even Seonghwa and San couldn’t handle him, what more you? If he ever let you see the other side of him, if he scared you away… what would he do then?

“I can’t.” He whispers to himself. The words are like a weight in his chest, but they’re the truth.

He can’t ever let you see that part of him.

He sucks in a deep breath, bowing his head for a moment as he collects himself. He’s got to fight it, no matter what happens. He needs to only show you the happy, joyful Wooyoung, the Wooyoung that gave you the pin with an earnest smile, the Wooyoung that kept you safe in Nassau. He can’t let you see it. He can’t scare you away. He can’t hurt you, or he’d never forgive himself.

“I need to keep her safe.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #jongho #wooyoung #w; ot8 #w; pirate king #w; fanfiction

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final-servamp-banter · 3 years

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White Day Event: Niccolò

Dude really goes all out for White Day. Let me marry this anxious man already

Niccolò: …Pront? … Uhh, [Your Name]?

Niccolò: It’s me, but, where are you right now?

Niccolò: In front of the station? Okay, got it. I can be there in about 10 minutes, so… Would you mind waiting there for a little bit?

You: (Eh, now…?)

Player Choices:

1. I’ll wait

2. I have something to do

Option 1:

Niccolò: Thank you, I’ll be there soon. Ciao.

Option 2:

Niccolò: … Something to do? All right, then I’ll pick you up when you’re done. Don’t worry about the time. Anytime is fine.

Niccolò: I’ll wait for you to contact me. Well then, see you later.

[Rest is the same]

(He hangs up)

You: (… I wonder what he wants…)

~ 3/14, in a plane ~

Niccolò: Are you thirsty? Would you like some coffee or juice?

You: (…… No, um……)

Player Choices:

1. Are we… Inside an airplane…?

2. Where are we going…?

Option 1:

Niccolò: Could it be that you don’t like flying…? It’s not my forte, either… Flying for a long time gives me a headache.

Niccolò: … Eh? You’re asking where this plane is going?

Option 2:

Niccolò: … Eh? You’re asking where this plane is going?

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: … It’s headed to Rome.

Niccolò: Ahh, y-you don’t need to worry! I’ll take care of all necessities, and this is a private airplane, so it’s filled with defense equipment…!

Niccolò: … That’s not it, you’re wondering why we’re suddenly going to Italy? Ahh, um…

Niccolò: … Today is White Day, isn’t it? There is no event called “White Day” in my country, but I heard that in Japan, it’s the day where men give something back for the chocolate they received on Valentine’s Day.

Niccolò: You should follow the customs of the country; when in Rome, do as the Romans do… I’m kind of that type of person, so I wanted to give you something back.

Niccolò: I thought as a present, I’d like to give you a vacation during the off-season. A leisurely trip to Italy.

Niccolò: … Eh? Huh…? Eh? You’re making such a confused face, why…?

Niccolò: … Y-You said so, didn’t you? That you’d like to visit Italy…? And that you didn’t have plans for the second half of the month…?

Niccolò: I-I’m the type who usually remembers things that were said once… But… Huh…?

Niccolò: … Ah…!!! C-Could that have been… lip service?! That you didn’t really mean it~~?! Th-Th-Th-That you didn’t want to come with me…?!!

You: (… Going on a trip to Italy like this…?)

Player Choices:

1. I’m happy!

2. You surprised me!

3. (… That he actually took that seriously…) [Note: That ends the route after a little bit of dialog, does not give you the Servamphoto pic, gets you super sad end music, and I shall judge heavily should you pick it]

Option 1:

Niccolò: …………… Th-That’s good… I-I got so scared… I thought I’d die…

Option 2:

Niccolò: …………… Ah, I-I see… Sorry for startling you… Sorry, I’m not good at surprises after all…

[Rest is the same – Continue after the 3rd option]

Option 3:

Niccolò: ………………………Ah……

Niccolò: … I-I messed up… Didn’t I… With this…

Niccolò: Tiramisu~~~!! Cappuccino!!! Cancel!!! It’s cancelled!!!

Niccolò: I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…! I, I really, *sniff*, I can’t read the mood, I can’t do anything…!! I really… Can’t do anything…

Niccolò: I’ll, I’ll take you home soon, so… Uhh… I can’t stand this anymore…………

[End]

[Continuation if you picked 1 or 2]

Niccolò: I-I want to escort you to make you enjoy it even a little bit, so… I’ll be happy if you can take it easy and relax.

Niccolò: I’m sorry that we only have three weeks… It would’ve been better if we could have about two months, but…

You: (Th-Three weeks…?!)

Player Choices:

1. That’s enough…!

2. That’s so long… How should we spend that much time…?

Option 1:

Niccolò: Really? Thank you for saying that.

Option 2:

Niccolò: Ahh, don’t stress yourself about that. We can just get up in the morning, drink some coffee, and then think about what we want to do that day.

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: The most important thing is that we can relax together, after all. We’ll get off in Rome, and from there I’d like to come with you wherever you want to go. To Milan, Vince, Napoli…

Niccolò: I’ll take you to my favorite gelateria, too. My hometown is a little further south, so if you want to, I’d like to invite you there as well. It’s a small town, but it’s a nice place…

Niccolò: ……… If we do that, there might be some more turbulent days, but… Don’t worry. That should be okay, I think… Maybe…

You: (As expected, in his line of work…)

Player Choices:

1. Could there be… Someone after you life?

2. Will you… kill someone?

Option 1:

Niccolò: …… Uhhhm…… Yeah…… No…… No, that won’t happen~…… I won’t~…… Uhhhm…

Niccolò: I don’t think anything will change even if I were to kill someone, but not everyone understands that, so… What I’m saying is, there’s various kinds of people…

Option 2:

Niccolò: ………………………….

Niccolò: …………… That’s not something you should talk about too much.

Niccolò: I won’t, not now. I don’t think it’s that kind of era, either. Yeah, it isn’t. Usually. Not that far. Not that much.

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: W-Well, even if anything did happen, my Family is reliable, so… So please, don’t worry.

Niccolò: There’s still a lot of time left until we arrive, so let’s make a toast with your favorite drink. There are various dolce, too, so please feel free to eat them.

Niccolò: Usually, I don’t like long flights because they’re tiring, but… Just today, I’m thankful for it. Because I don’t have to worry that you’ll disappear from my side, [Your name].

You: (Th-That kind of pick-up line…)

Player Choices:

1. Do you say that to everyone?

2. You can say that without getting embarrassed, huh…

Option 1:

Niccolò: Eh? I don’t.

Niccolò: Did I seem like the type of man who would say that to anyone?

Option 2:

Niccolò: ? Should I be embarrassed? I feel like that’d be rude towards you, though…

[Rest is the same]

You: (W-wah!)

Player Choices:

1. (H-He took my hand…!)

2. (His perfume smells nice…!)

[Both options lead to the same dialog]

Ildio: *nom nom*…… *nom nom nom*……

Niccolò: Ahhh~~~~ Hey, Il!! A-Are you hungry?! We have a lot of food, but… Don’t eat all of it at once! It’ll still take about 10 hours to arrive!

Ildio: Huh? You’re stingy. Isn’t it fine? There’s so much here. *nom nom*

Niccolò: It’s not that I’m stingy…! We’ll be in trouble if you get hungry later…!

Ildio: There’s no problem, if you’re here I can drink your blood.

Niccolò: Th-That is the problem I mean… Since you don’t know how to restrain yourself…

Niccolò: Ahh, dear God… Please let me still be conscious when we reach Italy…

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T/N: When Nicco asks whether you don’t like flying, the word he uses can mean both “dislike” and “be bad at”, but you usually don’t say you’re bad at flying, so...

The music cuts out of you say you didn’t wanna go with him!!! 😭😭😭 I picked that option first to get it over with, I feel so bad 😭 I’m sorryyyyy Niccoooooo 😭😭😭 I love you I was happy about it I promiiiiiise!!!!! Gosh this broke my heart I can’t 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Small fun fact: When Nicco gets flustered, he starts using Katakana (which are usually used for foreign words/names, sometimes for onomatopoeia, or when kids want to seem cool). I’m guessing in this case, it means he’s talking more... choppily? Is that the right word for speech? And/or that he has a stronger accent when he gets worried/flustered.

Shout-out to the MC though, who just followed Nicco on a plane without asking where they’re even going or for how long or anything until they’d already been flying for like an hour. Ildio ate our brain cells. “You gonna kill someone while we’re on vacation?” being an option just proves that theory ashdjkasldhjk

#Servamp #Niccolò carpediem #Servamp Niccolo #Niccolo Servamp #Tanaka Box #Translation #White Day Event #Servamp White Day Event #Considering how head over heels he is... I'm sure he'd let me braid his hair if I asked ♥#If he goes that far for White Day. What is he gonna do for a honeymoon??#Also... ''I don't have to worry about you disappearing from my side'' PLEASE SOMEONE LET ME HOLD THIS MAN!!! HE NEEDS TO BE GENTLY HELD!

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amenomiko · 4 years

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Thank you for the request @crossmix! But just a note, I make some scenes that she is sick and others as injured, as I have no idea on what light sickness could be picked for this scenario 🤣. Hope you like it!

Paranoid Warlords x Sick MC

Nobunaga - Slight Cold

MC: Ah- haa- haa- HAACHEW OAO!!

Nobunaga: *Jumped from it and smudge the scroll with the ink brush in his hand* ...This is why I told you not to continue with your seamstress works.

MC: I'm fine~ I'm fine~ I have more.. Like.. 5 more to make. Eheheehehehe

Nobunaga: ......

*5 minutes later*

MC: *Is cradled with thick blankets all over her + tied to futon* GAHHH LET GO OF ME OAO!!

Nobunaga: Now let me do the sewing for you.

MC: NOOOOOOOO 😱😱😱😱😱😱!!!!

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Hideyoshi - Stomachache

MC: Hmnn--

Hideyoshi: MC? Are you alright?

MC: Ahh.. I'm good. I just.. feel very uncomfortable in my stomach, I guess it's indigestion--

Hideyoshi: Is it poison?? But I'm sure everyone was fine when we ate breakfast this morning--

MC: Or maybe is that time of the month? It's hurting lately--

Hideyoshi: *Too panicked until her words were twisted* Time of the mont- are you- are you pregnant 😱😱😱😱😱???

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Masamune - Cut Finger

Masamune: *Shocked to see his pregnant wife cooking in the kitchen* Lass- just what do you think you are doing?

MC: Uhm.. Cooking?

Masamune: What is that in your hand?

MC: Uhm.. Vegetable and knife?

Masamune: That's it. Knife. Don't do dangerous things while you are pregnant..!

MC: Gosh why did you sound like Hideyoshi? I'm fine, this is noth- *cut her finger* Ahh..! Ow- ow-

Masamune: *LE GASP* See?? This is why I told you not to do this, what if you are having a blood loss from it and it effects our first baby??

MC: Heavens-- Just what have you been reading from Sasuke's book that he lend you- *saw a book titled "How to be a Dad for dummies"* (눈‸눈).....

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Mitsuhide - Sneezing *modern au*

MC: Aaah I should cook for dinner. Hmm.. Maybe I can take my time slowly today since he will be back late. *takes phone and dials Mitsuhide's number*

Mitsuhide: *Picks up* My, my. What a rare occassion for you to call me. Did my little mouse already missing her husband?

MC: Pssh. I'm just checking up on you. I know you will be home late but have you eaten? *Places the phone in between her ear and shoulder as she tried to open the tight curry packet*

Mitsuhide: Don't worry about me, how about you? Don't eat too late as you may get sick easily in this rainy season if you didn't stay warm.

MC: Oh please-- *accidentally ripped open the curry packet and some of the powder sticks on her nose* Kyaa- aaah- aaah- HAACHIUUU >3<!!! *sniffs* God that surprise me--.. Ah, sorry, Honey, I was opening the curry packet and it--

*beep* *beep* *beep*

MC: O.O Honey? Hello? Hmm.. The connection is bad I guess-

*ding dong*

MC: Hm? Who might that be? *Opens the door* Ye--

Mitsuhide: *Drenched all over from massive running + rain* ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ...

MC: (　☉д⊙) Honey?? But just now- you- ehh? *Lifted up* EH HONEY- MITSUHIDE- WHAT??

Mitsuhide: You are sneezing. Let's get you to the hospital.

MC: I'm not! It's the curry packet- hey- LET ME GO OAO

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Ieyasu - Low Blood Pressure

MC: I'm home..

Ieyasu: Welcome home-..what's wrong?

MC: Hm? Oh-- it was my low blood pressure-- *bumped onto the sliding door* Oh, pardon me.

Ieyasu: ಠ_ಠ Come here.

MC: Ah, I'm good. This is nothing-- *bumped onto the medicine table* Ah I'm sorry I didn't see you there @w@

Ieyasu: ಠ_ಠ This is very severe.

*Later*

MC: *head filled with herbs leaves all over, left nothing but her eyes and nose* Uhm.. Ieyasu..? This is a bit--

Ieyasu: Be patient. Who will you apologize next, the tree?

MC: No what I mean is- this face mask herbs--

Ieyasu: ...and next you will apologize to one of the poles, thinking it was Lord Nobunaga, and apologize to him when you see him in council hall. Heavens-- *shivers* Need to prevent those before you become like that raw cabbage--

MC: I'm having low blood pressure and not drunk OAO EXCUSE YOU--

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Mitsunari - Gastric

MC: *Hurls* Oh god-- *Runs to the nearby garden and vomit*

Mitsunari: MC..?? Are you alright??

MC: *Waves her hand* I'm good-- mmf..! *Vomits again*

Mitsunari: *Watches with a very worried face, almost close to crying* Think..! What could have cause this..? The tea? No, I made it perfectly..! *Looks at his overspill teapot* Yes, very perfect.

Mitsunari: Was it the mochi? But we ate it together and I was fine..! *Gasp* C-could it be-- *grabs the random book near him a.k.a "Signs of Pregnancy for Dummies"* Oh no-- oh no-..!

MC: Phew, that's much better. *Wipes her mouth* Mitsunari, don't worry, I was just having another fit of my gastri--

Mitsunari: *Holds MC's hands tight with a blushing face* MC! I'm sorry..! Really I am..! I was being a fool, a very, very idiotic fool that couldn't control my love for you, and make you miserable!!

MC: What- wait- what?? C-calm down, Mitsunari, what's wro-- *looks at the title of the book* ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ *sigh*

Mitsunari: I will take responsibility >///A///<!!!

MC: I'M HAVING GASTRIC. GAS-TRIC (　☉д⊙)!! I'M NOT PREGNANT!

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Kenshin - Nosebleed *modern au*

MC: Kenshin, it's time for bath (*´˘`*)♡. I've readied your towel in the bathroom so you may change there--

Kenshin: *Automatically undress his kimono, showing his abs off* Hn.

MC: *GASP* K-K-Kenshin--..! You may change in the bathroom-- Kya- *covers her face* Oh f-- don't nosebleed, don't nosebleed- don't-- *turns around and accidentally look at Kenshin's Jr. beneath his fudoshi* HOLY BUNNIES-- *spurt* (sound of nosebleed gushing out) HNGGGGG-

Kenshin: MC? What's wrong?

MC: N-N-NOTHING-- YOU SHOULD GET GOING NOW-

Kenshin: Why are you avoiding me? Did I do anything wrong?

MC: It wasn't like that!! J-just be quick!!

Kenshin: No, you are avoiding me. Something is indeed wrong. *Eyes widen* What's wrong?? Why are you bleeding??

MC: D-DON'T MIND ME!! JUST- KYAAAAA DON'T APPROACH ME FULLY NAKED LIKE THAT!!

Kenshin: Let me have a look at it! Who hurt you? Tell me..!

MC: GAHDAJAKSGSGDDF - *faint*

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Shingen - Eyes Infection

Shingen: MC- Goddess..! Wait..!

MC: No..! Don't come here..!

Shingen: MC, please..! Tell me. Did I ever hurt you until you avoid me like this? Your eyes are swollen- have you been crying from my ignorance? MC- don't go away..!

MC: Shingen, please..! Calm down..!

Shingen: Did I flirt around you too much until you are bored from winking back and playing along with my teasings? Please, I will stop from now on, just.. Don't leave me like that.

MC: Aww Shingen.. I'm so sorry.

Shingen: MC QAQ💕💕

MC: But no means no. Don't come near.

Shingen: But why-..?? Goddess, I know I'm not worth to have your forgiveness but please explain to me--..!!

MC: Gad calm down already OAO

Shingen: I can't live without you..! MC--

MC: CALM DOWN FFS OAO It's an eye infection!! You may get infected as well if you come near me GAH ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!

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Yukimura - Swollen forehead

Yukimura: What are you doing??

MC: Uhm.. Sewing?

Yukimura: I can see that VERY well. Just what do you think you are doing when you are sick?

MC: I'm not sick, Yukimura, just wounded slightly, that is all.

Yukimura: And where is it you are wounded? Do tell.

MC: Uhm forehead..?

Yukimura: Exactly! What will happen if you push yourself too much and the blood drains out from your injured forehead and you fainted??

MC: Gosh what kind of nonsense is that?? Relax..!

Yukimura: This is why I told you not to be rough like a wild boar. See? You even bumped on those sliding door like a boar until it breaks into half..!!

MC:...........Yuki. *Places hands on his shoulders and lean closer*

Yuki: What?

*BONK!!*

Yuki: OW- WHAT THE HELL YOU WILD BOAR-- *Blood gush out from his forehead* AAAH OAO

MC: HAH YOU DESERVE THAT OAO!

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Sasuke - Heat stroke *modern au*

MC: It's really hot nowadays.. *sigh* don't worry about me, you may hang out with Yukimura or something maybe?

Sasuke: It's okay. I will stay.

MC: Are you sure? You are very stressed out from your constant lecture with your professor nowadays, and I don't want to add more trouble.

Sasuke: It's alright. Really. Now let me go and get you some ice.

MC: Alright. *Smiles as she watch Sasuke walk out from the room* Well.. Glad the stress didn't get to him and he handled this situation calmly. I don't want him to worry over me so much.

Sasuke: *Comes back* Here you go MC.

*POOF!*

MC: *Face is full with a HUGE TRASH-SIZED PLASTIC with ICE* .......He's not.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku sasuke

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puppy-prose · 4 years

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How about jaskier is a dragon and determines that Geralt is very much his mate. He wants to make it official by fucking on the summer solstice, as dragons do to get married/bond. Geralt, not knowing that he's Jaskier's mate, is v. Confused when the bard starts pawing at his clothes and whining for his cock and that talk about "make me yours Geralt" but is Very Into It once he realizes just what's going on

ahh my first request!! thank you so, so much!! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

Geralt was a witcher—a very good witcher. He could sniff out a bruxae from a mile away; he could track down a wyvern from only a few drops of blood. He knew the differences between rotfiends and ghouls and alghouls, he knew how many spikes were on a manticore’s tail, he knew how to identify and defeat hundreds of monsters, creatures, and beasts of myth.

So, logically, Geralt knew he was a dragon. Jaskier was sure of it. Right?

He didn’t do a very good job of hiding it. How anyone thought he was human baffled him. He hoarded songs and scents, with his precious lite at the center of it all. Notebooks filled to the brim with lyrics and lines—not all of them his. Bags, once he had settled in with Geralt enough to trust him with it, that were always packed with oils, bath salts, and ointments. His temper, too, easy to flare, but easy to forgive. His affinity for shiny, pretty things. And perhaps the most damning of it all, the way he didn’t always act human. The half-raw meat that he never had a problem devouring; the way he always managed to find his way back to Geralt every spring without fail, no matter where on the Continent the witcher was. His unchanged youthful looks, years and years after they met.

So, Jaskier was reasonably certain, Geralt knew what he was. He’d simply not said anything because it was easier—because Geralt disliked honest and open conversations like that. So Jaskier didn’t bother to bring it up either, content in his companion’s silent acceptance.

But truth be told, Jaskier wanted more.

So he asked for it. Subtly, of course. Geralt wasn’t an emotional man—going to him and declaring his love wasn’t exactly an option. So Jaskier started slow, poking and prodding, testing his interests through his kind’s courting traditions. And when his first gift—a pair of gloves made from his own scales, the proud jeweled red dulled and dyed purposefully to keep Geralt safe when he was out stalking beasties—was accepted with a huff, a tiny smile, a roll of the eyes, and Geralt taking awfully good care of them, Jaskier knew his affections were accepted. Perhaps even returned.

More gifts, more rituals followed. Ointments of his favorite scents, carefully diluted for a witcher’s nose, to sooth his dry hands. Intricate braids done during baths, telling stories in his hair; Dutch braids for devotion, crown braids for loyalty, fishtail braids for patience, lace braids for fidelity, with all of them begrudgingly left alone until the next time he desperately needed a bath. The vernal equinox celebrated together by getting awfully drunk on honey wine, procured from the fae themselves.

And lastly, a final gift that could be an equivalent to a human’s engagement ring, he offered to Geralt a plaited bracelet made up of his lute strings, worn and representative of himself, a piece of his prized treasure and a piece of himself practically along with it. And Geralt? Well, Geralt accepted. He wore that bracelet every day, even if he pretended, quite transparently, to be only humoring Jaskier and nothing else. And that was that.

They were mates.

And today was the summer solstice.

Jaskier was antsy. Then again, Geralt was of a mind that Jaskier was always antsy. Fidgety and twitchy, always moving. Like a hummingbird, he thought. It was as if Jaskier expected himself to die if he fell still for even a single minute. But no. This was a different kind of antsy. He’d been extra energetic all day. It was as endearing as it was annoying--though he’d never admit to it.

He’d been whining about leaving the city all day, too. The little bird, always ready to fly away when bored. Gods, Geralt had a hard time hiding his small smiles as Jaskier went on about the boring foods, as he tried to bother him into heading out to the next town as soon as possible. But he’d had to hunt, unfortunately; the city had been plagued with a manticore on its outer regions, and Geralt needed the coin. So he’d had the bard wait for him at the tavern, taken care of the issue, and came back in need of a bath. Jaskier, never one to turn down a bit of pampering whether it was for himself or other people, was happy enough to do so, and they left the city on Jaskier’s insistence in the late afternoon, Geralt’s hair pulled back into a dragon’s braid.

While he’d expected Jaskier to calm as they got further away from the city, the opposite quickly proved itself true. He became more agitated, more twitchy. It prickled at the sense of amusement and content that generally followed him when Jaskier was involved, and as the sun was setting, Geralt finally pulled to a stop, leading them off into a copse of trees. “Go get wood for a fire,” he told Jaskier, hoping getting the man to sleep early that night would fix the issue. “I’ll find us something to eat.”

Together, they set up camp. Geralt had a rabbit caught quickly enough, roasted it over the open fire, and the two of them ate. All throughout the meal, Jaskier jabbered as usual--but his foot kept tapping, his fingers kept rubbing together, his words kept stumbling over themselves. And as the sun disappeared beneath the trees, Geralt caught a whiff of burnt rosemary and sweat. For whatever reason, Jaskier was getting himself worked up.

With a frown, concern marring his brow, Geralt used the tip of his boot to push into the meat of Jaskier’s thigh. “What’s wrong?” he demanded, leaving no room for argument. He wasn’t going to allow the bard to wriggle out of this--not when he’d been acting strangely all day.

Cornflower blue eyes turned up to his. “What? Oh--s’nothing.” Jaskier smiled. “Just a bit nervous, I suppose.”

The witcher’s brow arched. “Nervous?” he repeated. Yes, he could smell that. But he hadn’t expected Jaskier to give that feeling up so easily. “What about?”

“Oh, you know.” Jaskier waved his hand at the sky, his eyes catching--glinting--in the rising moon’s light. “Today was the summer solstice.”

Geralt wasn’t following. He blinked. They’d spent many solstices together. Not winter ones; not yet. One day… But plenty of summer ones. “Why?”

Whether it was the right or the wrong thing to say, Geralt couldn’t tell. It drew a laugh from his bard, slightly hysterical though, and he suddenly found himself with Jaskier’s full attention. He didn’t have that very often. The little bird flitted about here and there; he paid attention to Geralt, all the time, but to put all of his focus on him? To see those blue eyes turn focused and determined, to feel Jaskier staring into his very soul? Yeah, that was a bit intimidating.

“Silly witcher,” Jaskier replied. “This is why, of course.”

In the next moment, too quick for even Geralt’s senses to catch it--though that was likely due to surprise more than anything else--Jaskier was right before him. His breath got stuck in his throat--and then they were kissing.

Gods, Geralt had dreamed of Jaskier’s mouth on his for years. He’d wondered what it tasted like--sweet like the wine he was so fond of? Fruity and full from his dietary preferences? Deep and heady as the forest that Jaskier continued to force himself into with dogged determination? But no. He’d been wrong. It was, somehow, all of those things, and more.

He drew back a little for breath at one point, hardly registering that he’d lifted his hand to cup the nape of Jaskier’s neck, that his precocious little bird had pushed his way between his legs, on his knees before the log Geralt was sitting on. But Jaskier didn’t let him go for even long enough to open his eyes, dragging him back into another kiss. It was searing and hot, really hot, and he gave a soft, involuntary groan.

Finally, though, Jaskier moved back. It was only so he could tug and pull at the leather of Geralt’s armor, swearing under his breath as he pulled at the stubborn closures, swaying close to him and interrupting his own progress. But even with Geralt’s head still reeling from the sudden makeout session, even with him bemused by Jaskier’s usually smooth seducing capabilities turned into him fumbling with a jerkin, he didn’t miss the fact that Jaskier did not look like Jaskier.

Two horns, ivory, ridged in a spiral growing pattern, protruded from Jaskier’s head. They curved back and downwards towards his skull, before turning back up towards the night sky, the tips deadly sharp. Red scales were slowly emerging from his skin to smatter over his cheeks like rouge, like a glamor being revealed bit by bit, Geralt’s medallion not so much as twitching--ancient magic, powerful magic that slipped by even his detection. And he was fumbling, the witcher realized, because his nails had sharpened, those same jewel-toned scaled stretching up the backs of his hands, disappearing up the pale blue of his doublet.

“Dammit,” Jaskier whined, impatience thick on him, the nervous scent already beginning to fade away. “Just want you to fuck me, and this stupid--this--fuck!” He turned his eyes up to Geralt, cat-slit pupils just like the witcher’s own blown in the dark of the night, wide with his desire. “Geralt, please,” he begged, leaning in for another kiss--a kiss that Geralt didn’t refuse. And not just because he was caught off-guard by the novel sensation of being kissed with a newly forked tongue. “Please,” he continued when they broke apart, rubbing his cheek against his like a cat, like he was scenting him, the scratch of the scales not at all painful, instead kind of… Nice? “C’mon, help me, please, need you in me so bad…”

A lot of things clicked together in that moment.

Jaskier’s quick loyalty. His ability to walk hours and hours every day, nonstop. His music, the notebooks that he filled and then sent back to Oxenfurt to be kept safe. The bag of oils and creams that Geralt had not been allowed to so much as touch until two years ago, while they’d been traveling together for over a decade.

The gloves. The vernal equinox. The braids.

Fuck, the bracelet.

Jaskier saw him as his mate. And he’d been courting him, quietly, without drawing attention to it, for months now. And here they were--Jaskier believing him to have accepted his claim, Jaskier looking to seal their relationship by bonding on the night of the summer solstice, tying them together by the ancient magics of the earth for many, many centuries to come. No wonder the poor bard had been nervous.

Geralt was sort of glad he only realized now what was going on, because he knew he would have been nervous, too.

The revelation settled under his skin with surprising ease. Vesemir, should he ever catch word of how long it took him to identify a dragon that had been living side by side with him for years, would tan his hide. But all Geralt could feel was relief. His little hummingbird--or, he supposed, his little dragon, now--wasn’t going to suffer a mortal’s tragically short life. He’d live for hundreds of years more, thousands even, if he didn’t get himself killed first. And Geralt? Geralt could have every single one of those years if he accepted this. If he chose to become Jaskier’s mate.

It wasn’t really a choice at all.

Geralt’s calloused hand took Jaskier’s chin between his fingers. He dragged him up into another kiss, swallowing down the keen that fell between them, and nipped at Jaskier’s bottom lip as they pulled away. “Needy,” he huffed, a smile twitching at his mouth. He dropped his own hands to his armor; it got tossed to the forest floor quickly, Jaskier’s hands immediately setting upon the pale, scarred skin of his soon-to-be mate.

Feeling a bit vindictive for the years that Jaskier had never outright told him what he was, Geralt got hold of the bard’s doublet. He jerked the edges of it, eyes twinkling in satisfaction as the buttons popped off, no chance against his strength. “Hey,” Jaskier reprimanded, the seriousness he intended to put in his voice severely undercut by the breathy way it came out. “I liked this doublet.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” the witcher replied.

It brought a smile to his wicked, wicked mouth, and Geralt dove in for yet another bruising kiss. He pushed the doublet off Jaskier’s shoulders, the satin dropping into the dirt with as much care as his armor had gotten, and he managed to wrestle his chemise off between wet kisses. His mouth was red and wet when he pulled back; Geralt didn’t resist the urge to cup his cheek, to drag his thumb over the abused bottom lip. Jaskier, eyes dark, quickly sucked his thumb into his mouth. He had fangs now, Geralt noted absently, pressing the pad down onto his tongue until Jaskier was forced to open his mouth wide. He rubbed a small arc over the muscle, the dragon obediently still. It didn’t stop him from whimpering when drool pooled and dripped from the sides of his mouth, though.

His thumb was soaked when he pulled it from Jaskier’s tongue. He looked gorgeous--pupils dilated and wanting, chin glistening from the spit, the red of his scales seeming to bleed into the rest of his face for the way his skin was flushed with lust.

“Geralt,” Jaskier begged. “Please.”

So Geralt went.

He wrapped an arm around Jaskier’s middle and pushed him back, back, supporting his weight to keep him from slamming into the ground, but none too gentle otherwise. The roughness seemed to excite Jaskier; he moaned and wrapped his legs around the witcher’s waist, those clawed hands finding purchase behind his shoulders. Geralt didn’t mind the sting. He licked his way into Jaskier’s mouth yet again, and then let his mouth trail down, exploring the other parts of him. His scales were rough against his tongue and he had to be mindful of the direction he went to avoid getting scratched; his jaw and throat were velvety soft and tasted of sweet orange and a deep earthy musk. Jaskier’s pulse fluttered under his lips, and he paid special attention to the edges of the scales that had appeared along his collarbone as well, the dragon shivering with delight.

“Fuck me,” Jaskier pleaded. Geralt reached down between them; his hand was hot over top of Jaskier’s trousers, palming his cock underneath, making the bard’s babbling turn into high pitched whining, hips rocking up.

“Be patient,” he scolded, biting into his throat, watching a bruise blossom there. What was the use in having a dragon as a mate if he didn’t indulge in his own more animalistic urges? Yes, by the end of tonight, he’d have Jaskier claimed just as thoroughly as Jaskier had claimed him.

The bard stammered, bereft, when Geralt moved his hand. He forewent telling him to be patient again, instead hooking his fingers into Jaskier’s trousers and yanking them down, shifting until he could get them and his boots and his smallclothes off all in one go. More ruby scales wrapped around the outside of his thighs, dipped into the hollows of his hips--and his dick was definitely part of pieces of him that hadn’t quite stayed human.

Thick, red, ridged, and with a pointed tip, Geralt couldn’t help but smirk as he drew it into his hand. His little dragon cried out and he watched, fascinated, as a pearly few drops of precum beaded at the slit. It wasn’t anything like he’d fantasized about, when he’d taken himself in hand in his weaker moments when the bard was asleep, imagining what Jaskier’s cock might look like. But it was good, better than good, better than anything he could have dreamed of. Smearing his thumb into the wetness, he spread it down Jaskier’s cock, dragging his hand up and down the shaft. A few more drops appeared from the attention, and he did the same with those as well, slicking him up nicely.

He dropped his hand away, then, to get rid of the rest of his own clothes. Most people didn’t like to see him without clothes. Certainly, they enjoyed his figure, but the scars--the crisscrossing of monsters’ marks, the hunts that had gone wrong, the people that had hunted him instead painting a gruesome picture across his skin. But with Jaskier, it had never been like that. He’d never been bothered. And, considering he was about to fuck a man with scales all over, horns, and a dragon dick, Geralt supposed he wasn’t bothered, either.

Bare at last, Geralt dragged Jaskier’s hips up close. He wrapped his hand around them both, only just managing it really, and the both of them groaned at the sensation. Heat flourished between them and he jerked them off, stretching out over him to bite his stomach, his chest, his shoulders, his neck. Yes, Jaskier would be a patchwork of bruises come tomorrow morning, and by the way he jerked into each one of them, Geralt had no doubt that he was just as enthusiastic about that prospect as he was.

But as good as this was, it certainly wasn’t what either of them wanted. So he let go soon, smirking again as he wiped the sticky precum on his hand onto Jaskier’s thigh. “Knees,” he commanded, leaning back onto his own so he could reach for Jaskier’s bag. Might as well use what he had there, after all. Being his mate meant being privy to his hoard.

For perhaps the first time in his life, Jaskier listened to him. He keened but turned over, propping his hips up onto his knees. His shoulders pressed low, nearly to the dirt, and he rested his forehead on his wrists, the upturn of his horns just barely above the ground.

Geralt came back to him with a vial of lilac oil. It was one of the ones he’d begun to create for Geralt--that was to say, the scent was heavily diluted, only just strong enough for a hint of smell in consideration of his nose, and perfect for their purposes. He uncorked the vial and used his knees to open Jaskier’s legs wider; his free hand pulled one side of his ass away, leaving him free to get at his puckered hole, where he then dripped the oil down onto. Jaskier gasped and lurched, the liquid no doubt cold, but the witcher held him firm. He lathered up his own fingers, set the glass to the side, and leaned over top of him, licking and kissing the dragon’s scaled shoulder blades as he slowly, slowly sank a finger inside him.

“Geraaaalt!” Jaskier cried. Gods, if he was already this desperate, panting into the dirt and shivering with a single digit, Geralt couldn’t imagine how he’d be once he actually had his cock inside him.

“Lucky this is what it is,” he huffed, dragging Jaskier’s ear into his mouth and relishing the cry that came from it. “Otherwise I’d gag you and tie you down, make you learn some patience.” The dragon’s response was to moan wetly, shoulders shuddering, his tapered cock twitching.

Geralt pressed in a second finger, then. He kept his attention with those bites, scissoring him open, loosening him up. A third joined swiftly after; gods, they were mating, not just fucking. He was going to make sure this was good for Jaskier.

Finally, finally Jaskier was loose enough. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the vial again, using the rest of it to slick up his cock, the subtle scent sweet between them. His hands found Jaskier’s hips; the dragon’s stomach dropped down further, ass staying in the air. “Breathe,” he said kindly. He waited until Jaskier drew a shaky breath in, out, and then in again before lining up his cock and pushing inside.

The cry of Geralt’s name was more broken syllables than anything, too loud and desperate to pronounce much of it correctly. “Fuck,” Geralt himself said, bending over the dragon. “Fuckin’ tight, Jask. Godsdammit.” He was so fucking tight, so hot around him, his body giving way each inch to the witcher’s intrusion. Jaskier could only mewl in return, his nails clawing into the rich earth, his sides heaving with each panting breath.

He bottomed out, and stayed there for a moment. Being inside Jaskier was dizzying, wonderful; he swore he could feel the air turn lighter around them, easier to breath, sparks flickering underneath his skin. Was this the ancient magic, readying to bind them? Or was this just Jaskier, was it just the fact that finally, he could give in to the feelings he’d ignored for so long, the urges he’d repressed, now that he knew not only did Jaskier feel the same way in return, but that he wouldn’t have to face his demise in what would be, for him a blink of the eye? He wasn’t sure. And, well. Quite frankly, in this moment, Geralt didn’t really give a shit.

“Fuck me,” Jaskier finally managed to say. “Geralt, my mate, please, please! Breed me, fill me up, wanna be yours!”

The words shot through him and what little patience he had left quickly fled. “You want to be bred, little dragon?” he asked, fingers tightening, bruising Jaskier’s hips. “Fine.”

A single kiss to his throat, and then Geralt pulled out to just the head of his cock. In one smooth, brutal motion, he slammed back into Jaskier. It sent the dragon rocking forward a few inches--it sent him roaring, the mighty sound seeming to shake the very trees around them. It was fucking hot, Geralt had to admit, and he groaned before he did it again, and again, setting a merciless pace. He’d never been much of a talker during sex, but he found himself rambling now, bearing his weight down on Jaskier, driving into that tight, wet heat.

“Like it, don’t you, Jask?” he asked, breathing too hard himself to properly bite for the moment, little strands of hair come loose from his braid and before his face, making him look wild, animalistic. “Wanna be bred like the bitch that you are. Fucked in the dirt. Look at you. Such a noble, proud beast. Taking every inch of a beast-slayer’s cock.” Jaskier sobbed, the sound wet, but he kept rocking his hips back into every thrust. They’d traveled together far too long; after the nights Geralt had been forced to listen to through thin inn doors, he knew better than anyone how rough, cruel words could reduce the bard to putty in any man’s hand. The best part? Now they were his hands. And there would never be anyone else.

The thrill of the thought shot through him. Geralt wrapped his arm tight around his middle; his other hand reached up, grabbing onto the base of one of Jaskier’s horns. He used the leverage to haul him up, going back on his own haunches and making the dragon sit on his lap, his cock driving in deeper, brushing against the bundle of nerves so far inside him. Jaskier thrashed, his nails digging into Geralt’s arm, drawing blood; the witcher didn’t mind, holding him through it, keeping his head still even as he fucked up into him, unforgiving and fast. “You’re mine,” he growled. “All mine.”

Jaskier nodded quickly, gasping for breath, only just getting enough air each time to expel it in some noise or another. The tingling under his skin got stronger--definitely the ancient magic, then. Especially considering he watched as sparks of golden light glittering below Jaskier’s skin, barely noticeable, like the chaos was struggling to burst free at any moment. Geralt suspected he looked much the same.

“Gonna breed you,” he promised, tightening his arm around him. “Mate you. Make you mine forever.”

Without warning, he shoved them both to the ground once again. His cock drove into Jaskier and the dragon roared again; Geralt’s hands moved to grab his wrists, push them into the dirt. He used his weight, every inch of their bodies flush together, to keep Jaskier down. And, with the both of them getting closer and closer, he gave in to the beast side of himself. His teeth, sharp and pointed, sliced into the back of Jaskier’s neck. Blood welled up in his mouth immediately, copper and sharp, but he didn’t let go, Jaskier’s pained moan doing little but encouraging him, pinning him against the earth.

It was too much. Jaskier’s sounds got louder, more desperate, more unhinged, before he screamed, his whole body quivering with the force of his climax. His cock pulsed as he came, streaks of white painting the dirt below and flecking onto his stomach above, too. It made his walls tighten around Geralt--and that was it. He was done for. The witcher growled and bit down tighter, his thrusts growing erratic, wild.

With a snarl, he came. He rocked his hips down into Jaskier as he filled him, splashing hot cum inside him, the dragon whimpering. The tingling grew in intensity for just a moment--and then it faded away, leaving him feeling whole in a place in his very soul he hadn’t realized he’d been empty beforehand.

A few more little thrusts and then, with care, he slid his teeth from his neck and pulled his softening cock from Jaskier’s tired body. He grabbed a rag from one of the bags and wiped them both down, pausing for a moment to watch his own cum leak out of Jaskier’s red, loose hole and down his thighs, before getting them clean and, with effort, transporting them both into one of the sleeping rolls.

Face to face with Jaskier, the poor bard blinking slowly, languidly, he couldn’t help but smile and lift his hand. His fingers brushed over the scales on his cheeks, utterly gorgeous.

“Mm,” the dragon hummed, forcing his eyes to flutter open. “My mate.” Nothing could change that now. Not a mage, not a spell, not even destiny herself. Geralt was his, and he was Geralt’s. End of story.

The smile Geralt gave in return was soft, genuine. His golden gaze was gentle, and he gave a tiny nod. “Yes,” he confirmed, barely a rumble in the night air. “Sleep, now. You deserve the rest.” He let his hand fall to Jaskier’s side instead, holding him close. Jaskier gave a gentle hum, shifted a little bit closer, closed his eyes--and slept.

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Bloody Knuckles - Hwang Hyunjin Boxer Au

Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, violence, blood

Requested by a few people 💕

The sound of fists hitting a punching bag sounded in your ears as you made your way into the gym. You were holding a water bottle and a protein shake for your boyfriend, Hyunjin, who was practicing on the punching bag. Hyunjin was a boxing trainee, rising high in the ranks of the rookies. He would come home sore, knuckles red, cheeks flushed and sweaty.

Your eyes landed on him, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his sides showing in it. Sweat was gleaming on his shoulders and biceps, his hair stuck to his forehead, eyes narrowed in concentration as he landed another punch to the bag. His hands were wrapped, which shocked you since he always wore his gloves. His headphones were in, music blaring out of them as he hopped around a bit and landed a few jabs to the punching bag. He looked pretty hot like that, if you were being honest. Sweaty, eyes full of concentration, his sleek black hair stuck to his face.

He stopped when he caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his headphones out and gave you a sweet smile as he walked over to you.

“Baby? What are you doing here?” He asked, his tired smile cuter than ever.

“I brought these for you.” You said, handing him the large water bottle and the protein shake.

“Ahh, thank you! I forgot to bring my water bottle.” He said, taking them from you and giving you a grateful kiss on your head.

“I know, that’s why I brought them.” You giggled. “You’re so clumsy Hyunjin.”

He chuckled and placed the water bottle and shake down, pulling you into a hug.

“Ew, Hyunjin! You’re sticky!” You whined as he pulled you into his sweat slicked body.

“You love me even when I’m sticky and sweaty.” He giggled.

“You’re lucky I do.” You sighed with a small laugh.

You were grateful Hyunjin never smelled, even when he was sweating. He always had this sweet, fresh smell to him. His long arms stayed around your waist as he pressed a sweet kiss to your head.

“How have you been baby?” He asked.

It’s been about a week since you’ve truly seen Hyunjin. He was always practicing, and you had college/university and work to attend to.

“I’ve been good Jinnie, how’s training coming?” You lied.

Yes, you were lying. You were seeing less and less of Hyunjin, and the stress from school and work was starting to get to you. Hyunjin would hardly talk to you sometimes, and you had begun to feel lonely. You missed his kisses, his hugs, his gentle touches, everything.

“I’ve been okay, missing you a lot though.” He said, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve been missing you a lot too.” You said, pecking his lips.

“I should be done soon, why don’t we go back to my apartment and hangout for a bit? Maybe cook some dinner?” He asked.

“I’d love that.” You giggled.

“I won’t be long, if you’d like to stay.” He said with pleading eyes.

“Of course I’ll stay.” You said, kissing his nose.

He smiled at you as he took a swig from the water bottle and went back to the punching bag, putting his headphones back in and refocusing. You watched him with admiration, even when he huffed when he messed up. And that’s one thing you loved about Hyunjin, he never gave up. He kept trying until he got it right. His shoulders and chest glistened with sweat, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead almost took your breath away.

“You’ve been coming along well Hyunjin.” Chan said as he walked into the room.

Chan was Hyunjin’s trainer, and one of his closest friends. He had convinced Hyunjin, who had been a clumsy lanky kid at the time, to train to become a boxer. Hyunjin may have been scrawny and clumsy, packed a punch. And so Chan recruited him, and now two years later, Hyunjin was compact with muscle and learned how to land blows and to dodge them.

“Thank you Hyung.” Hyunjin said, bowing respectfully to Chan.

You bowed to Chan as he gave you a kind smile and bowed to you.

“I’m glad you’ve been practicing more, your first match will be a piece of cake.” Chan said.

Hyunjin froze and bit his lip as you slowly turned to him.

“Your first match?” You asked.

“Y-Yeah…” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You didn’t tell her?” Chan asked, shock in his eyes.

“No… I planned on telling her tonight.” Hyunjin sighed.

You looked at the both of them for a minute, biting your lip. Yeah Hyunjin has been training for two years, but he isn’t ready for a match!

“How long have you known?” You asked Hyunjin.

“.... A month and a half.” He said lowly.

You felt hurt at his words. He’s known for this long and didn’t tell you?

“When is it?” You asked him, your voice flat.

Hyunjin sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Three days.”

You fell silent as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the exit.

“Y/N, wait!” He called, grabbing his stuff and chasing you to your car.

You threw your bag in the passenger seat and locked the doors as he ran up and went to open the door to your car.

“Y/N please, let me explain!” He yelled so you could hear him.

You rolled your window down a little bit and glared at him.

“You hardly talk to me and hardly see me and don’t tell me the reason why! Have fun walking home!” You yelled, reversing fast and speeding off towards your apartment.

Hyunjin huffed as he watched your car disappear. He knew you had every right to be upset with him, but to make him walk home with all of his equipment while his car was out of commission was ridiculous.

“Do you need a ride home?” Chan asked.

“No,” Hyunjin grumbled. “I need to keep practicing. Then I’ll jog home with my stuff for a strength workout.

You stormed into your shared apartment and slammed the door, anger and hurt getting the better of you. Why couldn’t he just tell you? Why did he have to lie to you? Why couldn’t he just tell you these things?

You stormed around the house, throwing chicken into a pan and stirring some heavy cream and parmesan cheese into another, making an alfredo sauce (I love me some cream sauces). As the you mixed the chicken and pasta with the sauce, you felt a little guilty. Maybe after you finished stirring the food you should go pick him up, he must be exhausted. Yeah, you were still mad at him, but you knew you may have overreacted a little.

Just when you were about to text him, the door to your apartment swung open and Hyunjin stepped in, huffing as he set his heavy bag down and threw his bandana on the ground next to it.

“I was just about to text you-“

“Of course you were!” He cut you off, his voice booming. “You wouldn’t even let me explain! I couldn’t even focus because I knew you were mad at me!”

“Hyunjin I-“

“Why did you have to storm off like that?! You know how much this job means to me! You know I have to take this seriously!” He yelled.

“Hyunjin-“

“And you seriously told me to walk the fuck home?! What kind of girlfriend does that! Why couldn’t you just-“

*sniff*

Hyunjin stopped when you brought your sweater paw up to your cheek as tears streamed down your face.

“You lied to me about it! I stay here b-by myself because you’re always too busy! I eat alone, I wake up alone, I sleep alone! All because you couldn’t t-tell me the truth, you idiot!” You sobbed. “I wait for you to come home! I hardly even hear an ‘I love you’ anymore! I just don’t want you to get hurt!”

Hyunjin was silent as you turned away, soft sobs leaving your lips as you tried to calm yourself down. You felt his arms wrap around your middle, his face going into the crook of your neck as he held you from behind.

“I’m sorry my love, I’m sorry.” He whispered.

His veins in his arms were popping out from working as hard as he was, you could feel how tense his muscles in his chest and arms felt. He had walked home for sure, even after he trained.

“I sh-shouldn’t of been me-mean to you.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He soothed you, rubbing your arms. “It’s okay baby.”

You turned around and buried your face into his neck, your arms around him tightly as you cried into his neck.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been neglecting you baby. I love you so much, please don’t ever forget that.” He whispered, placing kisses on your head.

He rubbed your back and pressed soft kisses to your head as you slowly relaxed, before pulling away and wiping your eyes with your sleeves. Hyunjin took the opportunity to attacked your face and neck in kisses, making you giggle as he did so.

“Hyunjin, that tickles!” You giggled as you tried to squirm away.

“I have to make up for all of the kisses you didn’t get.” He giggled as he continued to leave kisses all over.

You tried to get him off as you laughed from his lips tickling your skin, and you clumsily hit the couch with your leg and fell back, Hyunjin falling with you and hovering over you. He smiled as he looked down at you, and you blushed under his gaze. You and Hyunjin have been intimate before, but now seeing his sexy, post workout state made you flustered. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his soft pillowy lips making you melt. His hand found your cheek as he deepened the kiss, pressing his hips against yours as he softly nipped your lips.

“Hyunjin wait.” You rasped when you were able to get air.

“Hm?” He asked, lifting himself up.

“The smell of the food is making me hungry, and you’re all sticky.” You pointed out, scrunching your nose.

He got up and slapped your ass, making you squeal as a laugh left his lips. “I’ll go shower, then we’ll eat together.”

You set the table as he showered, and he came out in just a pair of joggers. His muscular chest shone with droplets of water as he towel tried his dark hair, and you admired it when he stopped, his dark, damp hair messy. He looked breathtaking that way.

“I’m starving- is that Alfredo?” He asked.

You nodded and he happily pranced over and sat down as you put food on each of your plates. You grabbed out a bottle of wine and giggled when Hyunjin’s eyes lit up.

“It’s no five star restaurant babe.” You laughed.

“No- but I love your cooking better than any restaurant.” He said.

You blushed and stabbed a small piece of chicken with your fork.

“It’s not all that Jinnie.” You giggled.

“Maybe to you, but I always feel better after I eat your food.” He said, then smirked and quirked a brow. “And after I eat you.”

You flicked a piece of chicken at him and the sauce splashed on his chest, making him gasp as he looked down.

“I just showered!” He gasped.

You started laughing at his reaction and he gave you a fake glare, although he was unable to hide his smile.

“You’ll regret that!” He yelled, hopping up and grabbing you.

You squealed when he lifted you from the chair at the table and lifted you over his shoulder, swinging you around and starting to tickle you.

“Hyunjin! St-Stop!” You laughed out.

“Apologize!” He laughed.

“Never!” You wheezed out.

He kept tickling you until you were red and needing air, and you laid on the ground where he had dropped you, gasping for breath.

“Hey- are you okay? I’m sorry, I probably should’ve stopped a while ago.” He said, holding you up while you breathed. “You took that like a champ though.”

You giggled then groaned as your sides hurt from laughing. He helped you back up as you both sat at the table, his hand finding yours as he took a sip of his wine.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said back, squeezing his hand.

After dinner you both did the dishes and you headed into the bathroom, Hyunjin following you as you got into the shower and sliding the glass door closed.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a giggle. “You already showered.”

“I know.” He said with a smirk, kissing up your bare shoulders as you felt him press against your bare lower half. “I just wanna finish what we started earlier.”

You walked beside Hyunjin, your hand in his larger hand as you headed to a cafe. Tomorrow is his match, and to say you were scared was an understatement. You’ve heard of so many horror stories of how badly people have gotten hurt while boxing, and you didn’t want Hyunjin to be one of those people. His knuckles were already scrapped and bruised from practicing too much, and you were thankful Chan had given him off since the night of your argument so he could get as much rest as possible. You sat down as Hyunjin grabbed your drinks, and you toyed with the promise ring he had gotten you a few years ago. You loved Hyunjin even before he got stronger, even before he thought of himself as a somebody. You didn’t care about how strong he was, because no matter how strong he was, he was always so gentle and careful with you.

“You okay?” He asked as he set both drinks down.

“Oh, yeah. I’m still a little sleepy.” You giggled.

“Did I keep you up last night?” He asked with a small smirk and a raise of his eyebrow.

You rolled up the paper you had peeled off the straw into a ball and flicked it at him. He closed his eyes as it bounced off the tip of his nose, and then he slowly opened his eyes and twitched his nose. “You know you love it.”

“Pervert.” You giggled.

Although the was being a perv, it was true. You and Hyunjin have been having quite a bit of fun the past few days that he’s been home, and even this morning. He held your hand from across the table and flashed you his sweet, bright white smile that made your heart flutter. And even after all this time that the two of you have been together, it still has the same effect on you.

“Aren’t you Hwang Hyunjin?” A man asked.

Hyunjin turned his head and nodded. “Who are you?”

“Your opponent's manager.” He answered with a smirk.

You almost choked on your drink when a very large man came up behind him. He had to be over six foot- and he was pure muscle. His arms were the size of your head.

“This is Big Matthew, or BM, and he’ll be seeing you in the ring tomorrow.” The man said.

Hyunjin looked up at him, a look of irritation across his face when he saw Big Matthew staring at you.

“Maybe you should size up your opponent, not his girlfriend's chest.” Hyunjin growled.

Big Matthew’s eyes went to his and he gave him a dark smirk as he began to walk away.

“See you in the ring, pipsqueak.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw but said nothing, his eyes going to your face and softening when he saw the color from your face gone.

“It’s okay, they left. C’mon, let’s go home and rest up.” He said, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

You both walked back to your apartment in silence, and you quickly headed for the bedroom. You silently sat on edge of the bed as he was laying propped up against the pillows.

“Come here baby.” He said, opening his arms.

You slipped in between them and buried your face into his warm chest, comfort in his warmth and scent beginning to calm your nerves.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“That man… He’s huge Hyunjin…” You whispered.

“I know baby, don’t worry, okay?” He asked softly.

You were silent for a moment, your eyes closed and buried into his chest. He slipped his hands on your cheeks and brought your face up, rubbing your cheeks with his fingers.

“Have faith in me baby, okay?” He whispered.

You nodded as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, pulling you back into his chest as you laid on top of him, your legs tangled together.

“Please promise me you’ll be careful.” You whispered.

“I’ll be careful baby, I promise.” He whispered.

You stood in the front of the boxing ring, your nerves wracking. You were beside Chan, who was standing with his arms crossed. Hyunjin had left early that morning to practice, and you hadn’t seen him since. You glanced over to the other side where Big Matthew’s fan base was, and there was so many of them compared to the little bit of people that knew of Hyunjin. You remembered how big the man was, and your stomach churned when you thought of him hitting your boyfriend multiple times with his massive hands.

“He’ll be okay.” Chan said, almost like he read your mind.

He rubbed your shoulder soothingly as you gave him an appreciative smile. The bell ringing made you snap your head up as Big Matthew stepped into the ring, screams and cheers blowing out your ear drums. When it died down, you watched the other side of the ropes move, and Hyunjin hopped out into the ring. You cheered loudly for him, and he turned and gave you a smile. You felt eyes on you as you smiled at him, your eyes roamed to Big Matthew, who was eyeing you down, and Hyunjin, who had noticed, hissed something at him. Big Matthew smirked as the two of them stepped up to each other, the Ref between them as he yelled out rules.

Your heart stopped when the Ref backed up and the bell rang, and the two men lifted their arms. They circled each other for a moment trying to find places to land a blow. Big Matthew jumped in first, throwing his fist to Hyunjin’s side. Hyunjin blocked it, but let out a grunt as Big Matthew lifted his other glove and socked him in the cheek. Hyunjin threw a hit that smacked into BM’s glove, then grunted again when BM hit him square in the face, blood leaking down from his lip that split open, and his nose.

You covered your mouth with your hand, tears filling your eyes when BM hit him in the stomach, then socked him in the jaw. Hyunjin shook his head, scarlet drops dripping down onto the floor of the ring. He threw a punch that was, again, deflected by BM’s glove and a loud grunt left his lips when BM’s fist met his eye, his eye brow splitting open. Blood leaked into his eye as he panted, shaking his head again as the Ref blew the bell.

Chan ran over to Hyunjin's side and poured water on his face, whispering something into Hyunjin’s ear. Hyunjin’s eyes went up and met yours, and he gave you a reassuring smile. His chest was shining with blood and sweat, and Chan patted his shoulder as he jumped back into the middle with BM. They both circled each other again, this time Hyunjin swinging first, just barely dodging BM’s fist and clocking him in his jaw, then his nose. BM threw a punch and it hit Hyunjin in his side, making him stagger back and then leap back in. Tears leaked down your cheeks as they both covered each other in blows, blood staining their chests, shoulders, and faces. Hyunjin staggered back first, panting heavily. His eye was dark purple and swelling, the blood from his split eyebrow getting into it. His lips were dripping blood, staining his chin and chest, a massive gash beneath his eyes dripping down his jaw line.

BM didn’t look much better, his one ear was split at the top from getting hit too hard, his nose was purple and looked crooked, and you knew it was broken. His cheek was puffy and blood painted his swollen lips. BM again jumped in first, and threw a punch so hard it echoed when it made contact with Hyunjin’s face. Hyunjin hit the rope and went to bounce back, when BM cornered him and rained blows onto him, most of them he was unable to dodge. Blood splattered on the ground, but Hyunjin held his ground and made one, massive punch to BM’s stomach that sent him on the ground, wheezing and holding himself. The Ref called it a win and you stood up, tears still flowing from your eyes. Hyunjin lifted his head and gave you a pained smile as you ran into the ring. You gasped when he dropped, his head on your shoulder as his eyes closed. His arms were limply around you, his breathing coming out in wheezes.

“Hyunjin!” You sobbed, tangling your fingers in his damp hair as you clutches him to you. “Wake up idiot!”

“It’s okay.” He whispered shakily. “I did it. I won... For you.”

You sat on the bed, wiping Hyunjin’s swollen eye. You had cleaned him up good, his face no longer stained red, his hair cleaned from sweat and blood. He was badly banged up, lucky to even still be standing after what had happened. You went to turn away when he grabbed your cheek, gently running over it with his thumb. His hands were wrapped, bruised and bloody beneath it. But his eyes were still shining as he placed a soft, careful kiss to your head.

“Thank you for being there for me today baby. You’re my lucky charm, I couldn’t have won without you.” He whispered.

He pulled you into his arms and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, clutching his sleeveless shirt tightly.

“I’m sorry I got so hurt, I’m sorry you had to see that.” He whispered as he felt how shaky you still were.

“Don’t apologize Hyunjin, I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t confident in you. I just…” You trailed off.

“Don’t want to see me like this.” He whispered, a soft smile on his face. “I know baby, I know. I know you believe in me, I know you just worry. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn’t have won.”

He stroked your hair and held you close to him, pressing kisses to your hair.

“You’re my lucky charm.” He whispered, pressing you into the mattress as he covered you in soft kisses. “My precious, lucky charm.”

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Azul Labcoat Translation

EP 1:

“I have a favor to ask”

Ramshackle Dorm

???: Please excuse me.

Grim: Hmm? It looks like someone’s here. Hey, Yuu, I’m gonna check it out!

Foyer

Azul: Yuu-san, Grim-san. Pardon the intrusion.

Grim: Gege—Azul! What’re you doing at Ramshackle dorm?

Azul: Oh, you don't need to make such an unpleasant expression there.

Azul: I’ve not come today to collect any debt. I’ve come to earnestly request your assistance.

Choice:

Request?

This can only end up badly.

Azul: May I ask of you to assist me with Ortho-san’s maintenance?

Grim: Ortho’s maintenance?

Grim: Why would those guys at Ignihyde come to you from Octavinelle for that?

Azul: I am a member of the same club with Ortho-san’s elder brother, Idia-san. In the aforementioned club, a discussion arose.

Azul: He mentioned, “I’d like to swap out a part of his body to upgrade his performance, but I can’t do it alone.”

Grim: The idea of Idia asking you a favor seems pretty reckless…

Azul: It is because he is acquainted to few others. The thought of him bringing it up to me must have took a considerable amount of courage.

Azul: But he was determined to break out of his shell for his precious younger brother.

Azul: For Idia-san to work do his best to support that “younger brother” Ortho-san with a machine for a body…

Azul: It was a pleasant tale. The beautiful story of brotherly love had struck me to my very core.

Azul: Wouldn’t you two also consider offering you aid?

Grim: Not at all.

Azul: Oh, straight to the point there.

Grim: This has nothing to do with me! Why do we have to help anyway?

Azul: Oh, I’ve misjudged you…or not. I expected you to express as such.

Azul: Incidentally, Grim-san. The other evening, what were you up to?

Grim: The other day? The other day you mean… Ah! Y-You…

Azul: I felt it would be rude to come empty-handed, so I’ve brought a gift. It’s a photo I took in the staff room the other day.

Azul: It displays the disorderly state Trein-sensei’s pet was found in following your quarrel in the staff room.

Grim: N-N-N-N-No you’re wrong. I-It wasn’t me.

Choice:

That’s a sorry excuse.

Photographed right on the act.

Grim: But… But it’s Lucius’ fault. He took my bread for dinner and just ran off!

Azul: Ahh, how troublesome. It seems Sensei is now seeking out the offender as well.

Azul: I’m just so shook up worrying about Ortho-san…

Azul: I might carelessly drop this photo in front of Sensei you know?

Azul: But if I could have help with Ortho-san’s situation, I’m sure I’d manage to keep this a secret.

Grim: Of course, we’d love to help you!! Right, Yuu!?

Choice:

I’ll be a poor supervisor.

If I can be of help, of course.

Azul: Ahh, wonderful! Then let’s leave for Ignihyde at once.

Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge

Idia: W-Wel-Wel…come.

Ortho: Everyone, thank you for coming here for me! Onii-san is very grateful as well.

Azul: Oh no, we must help each other out in times of need.

Idia: Azul… Is this really okay?

Azul: Fufufu. Did I not say to leave this to me?

Azul: Now, time is money. Let’s get started with the operations. Idia-san, have you finished the preparations?

Idia: Ready when you are.

Grim: What are we supposed to do?

Idia: Y-You two will be the operation force… You’ll be doing stuff like preparing, removing, and attaching Ortho’s part.

Grim: If that’s all, would you really need us to be here?

Idia: Ah, I-I-I will be doing the programming and motion control… Ortho’s framework is very complex and…um…

Azul: Ortho-san has a number of parts, doing the work alone would be impossible…is what I think he’s trying to say.

Idia: Y-Yeah…that.

Ortho: I’ve been really looking forward to this new update. I look forward to working with everyone!

Azul: Fufufu. I look forward to working with you as well.

Azul: Now then, would you please lie down. We won’t do anything excessive.

Azul: Changing out parts is similar to surgery, is it not? If anything happens, that would be dreadful.

Grim: That Azul is acting really nice towards Ortho.

Azul: I’m kind to everyone though?

Azul: To both Grim-san and Yuu-san.

Grim: Says the guy who blackmailed me with a secret photo he took!

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EP2

Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge

Azul: …I’ve entered the specified code. What should I do next?

Idia: Right now I’ll turn the system off and detach the external lock on his back… When I’m done, I’ll give the signal.

Grim: …Hey, Yuu. Do we really need to be here?

Grim: Azul’s taking care of the complicated parts for assembly, and he’s good with his hands so there’s no problems there.

Choice:

We’re probably more in the way

Maybe he didn’t want to do it alone

Idia: …The system’s turned off. It’s open.

Azul: Now Grim, I’ve kept you waiting! It’s your turn now.

Grim: Wha, me?

Azul: The exterior of his back has been opened. Please peek around inside.

Grim: sniff-sniff…. Ortho really is a machine. It’s all metal and cords inside.

Azul: Towards the very interior, there’s a blue glowing part right? That is the part we will be replacing.

Azul: I ask of you to remove this part and insert the new part within its place.

Grim: T-This seems like a really important role… Why don’t any of you guys do it?

Azul: Idia-san is in taking care of the programming, and I need to insert the new password every 15 seconds.

Azul: Unfortunately, both of our hands are tied up. …It’s a very strict security protocol.

Idia: I-I didn’t want my dear Ortho’s contents to get stolen, so I thought to up the security… heh.

Idia: I upped it too much and can’t operate on him alone! It needs improving.

Grim: You look like you’re having fun… Weird guy.

Azul: As we work on our tasks concurrently, Grim-san, you just need to quickly swap out the parts… Simple, yes?

Grim: Well if it’s just that much it should be fine. ‘Kay, I’ll just…

Azul: Oh. Be sure to not touch any other parts that aren’t being replaced…at all costs.

Grim: That sounds kinda fishy… What happens if I do touch them? I won’t get shocked will I?

Azul: Ahaha! Why of course not. Hey, Idia-san.

Idia: Yeah. If you touch it, you wouldn’t get shocked. But…

Grim: But?

Idia: The protection software will register you as a ‘threat’ and you’ll be attacked by a high magical energy output is all.

Grim: That’s not okay at all! That’s putting my own life on the line!

Grim: I absolutely want no part in this. I absolutely won’t do it!

Azul: Ah! I’m so shocked at your refusal I might just drop that “photo” in front of Trein-sensei…

Grim: Grr…. B-But getting attacked by that magical energy…

Azul: …I might just feel so grateful I may even pay you with a “high class canned tuna”.

Grim: Wha—That’s a great bargain! I’ll hold you to your word you know?!

Choice:

He’s so easily persuaded.

He’s powerless to canned tuna…

Grim: It’s important to put in great attention into detailed work. …Alright! Here I go!

Idia: The part came out easily. Good. Next is…

Grim: Here!

Azul: Splendid. Now simply toss in the new part… Ah, no, it’s installed.

Ortho: …

Grim: …

Ortho: “…Confirming new media attachment. Now loading.”

Idia: Alright we got it!!! Now we just gotta show what it’s got…! (1)

Grim: Haaaaah~~~! I was so nervous.

Idia: It gives a 10% increase in processing speed, so it should allow for heavy programs that were impossible before… Eheh.

Grim: That Idia is not listening to me at all… Show some appreciation here!

Choice:

Good work

You were cool.

Azul: Yes good work everyone. I will be taking the old removed part then.

Grim: Hey, you don’t need this dumb thing.

Grim: On top of that, Azul. We worked really hard here. You better get rid of that picture.

Grim: Also, that canned tuna! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it.

Azul: Of course. I am a man of my word.

Azul: I will properly dispose of the photo and give you the canned tuna. I will absolutely not leave you with any resentment for today.

Azul: …I cannot allow this to cause trouble in the future, so would you please sign this?

Grim: Yeah! I’ve fulfilled my role, so you best not forget either.

Azul: Yes. We have an agreement.

Grim: Nyahaha. He’s getting’ rid of the proof and I get my paws on canned tuna. It was a great deal.

Ortho: -------Reboot complete. Program updated with no errors.

Ortho: …Everyone, thank you so much for today!

Grim: Yeah. Be grateful.

Ortho: To be satisfied with just one tuna can… Grim desires so little, he’s so nice!

Ortho: If Azul Ashengrotto sold the old part he was given, you could eat as many tuna cans as you liked.

Grim: Huh…?

Azul: Certainly not. It would be foolish to simply sell the famous genius Idia-san’s handmade magical parts.

Azul: I plan to utilize it under best conditions to increase its value.

Grim: Huh? Huh? With Ortho’s parts… H-How many tuna cans would it be worth?

Ortho: Who knows? Perhaps enough to fill the entire gymnasium with tuna cans?

Grim: Wh-What!?

Azul: Don’t underestimate it. If it was me, I could bring forth at least twice that in value.

Grim: Azul! You put me to such dangerous work, and just took the biggest prize for yourself!?

Choice:

He really cheated you there…

Aren’t you happy about getting your canned tuna?

Azul: There’s no harm. We both signed that splendid deal right? Alright, here’s your one can of high class canned tuna.

Grim: G-Grr~~!

Azul: Ahh, I’m so please to see you accept it with such pleasure.

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Note: Idia uses an expression 腕の見せ所 which is similar to “Time to show what you’ve got”. He’s mostly just expressing his skillset here.

#twst #twisted wonderland #azul #labcoat #grim #idia #ortho #translation

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 4 years

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I have a question for you! As it is the lovely Mammoney's birthday coming up, what would your MC give the boys for their birthday?

This actually became a lot longer than I expected because I couldn't help writing minifics whoops and ahh asks about my MC make me happy cause I rarely get to talk about them specifically

Note; despite the typical idea you'd get from their name Eliza is neither white or western or a girl. All the relationships except the one with Mammon are just platonic✌ lemme know what you think cause feedback (either good or bad) is my only fuel

Lucifer

Lucifer gets a #1 MOM mug but also the day after his bday he gets Eliza asking Diavolo if he could let Lucifer off work for the day and dragging the rest of the brothers out of the house while making Lucifer promise he'll take a nap.

"Are you ordering me?"

"Well I mean...yeah? Not - not in a," they wiggled their fingers in front of them "pacty way. Just in a concerned friend way."

"And if I don't?"

"Well Diavolo went through all the trouble of taking on your work load... He'd be terribly disappointed if nothing came of it."

Lucifer had to stamp down the twitch of fond amusement that threatened to show on his face, "Are you trying to manipulate me?"

"No, I am manipulating you. Because it's working."

He gave them a dubious look.

"It is working. Right?"

With a sigh he said, "It's working."

"Great!" They pressed forward to give him a tight brief hug whispering "Happy Birthday Lucifer" before they were moving away, running off to presumably gather his brothers. "Remember," Eliza yelled over their shoulder, "Sleep!"

Mammon

The day of Mammon's birthday he gets a scavenger hunt. He grumbles at first but the lure of the prize at each location has him solving the riddles in seconds. Eliza trots after him to each location. The gifts, though there are a lot of them aren't anything big or overly expensive, a keychain with a little crow at the end of it, a bright gold cover for his D.D.D., A tote bag just so he could put the rest of his gift in it, that one choker/collar he had been eyeing a few days ago, a few of the old Disney princess movies because he got really into Cinderella, a warm scarf and set of mittens for the colder months because they know he prefers the warmth, a new pair of sunglasses, a new pair of earrings/studs, nail polish. But it's the little notes attached to them that's killing him.

"It's cute like you!" "Ik your eyes aren't gold but I always think of shining gold when I think of them. Maybe because they are so precious?" "I love you" "I saw you staring at it. You probably thought you'd look hot in it. You're right." "Did you know meeting you made me believe in happily ever afters?" "This one's pretty selfish because seeing you happy and comfortable makes me happy" "This one's a joint gift. I'll need to borrow them because you light up the room" "You deserve the best things because you're the best" "Have I told you I love you" "Stop solving these riddles so fast! I spent a lot of time trying to find the hard ones and now you're making me look dumb! Plus my legs are hurting."

The words of the last note blurred a bit as he tried to discreetly sniff. He'd been holding back tears since the second note, not that he'd ever let the human know (they knew). He wasn't sure why this was the one that broke him.

"Mammon?"

He turns to Eliza slowly. Making sure he doesn't crush the note.

They're panting slightly, from having to run up and down the whole house after him, but they smile brightly when he meets their eyes. "Seriously man, slow down for us weaker beings yeah?"

Then Mammon does something he rarely does. He makes the first move. He shoots forward to envelope them in a hug. They yelp at the sudden movement but immediately fold their arms around him.

They're almost the same height, something Eliza loves to hold over him, so it's easy for them to shift back and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I love you."

That just makes him sniff harder and burrow further into their shoulder, "Said that twice already," he mumbles between hiccuping little sobs.

"Dunno what to tell you, Mammon but I love you a whole lot. Just once won't work"

"... l - love ya too dummy..."

"There's one more riddle."

The last one simply says "Happy Birthday, Mammon."

"What's the gift?" He asks, looking around his room where the last riddle had led them.

The click of the lock and the wicked look on their face says it all.

*If you think the notes were cheesy Eliza absolutely cringed while writing them and had to take breaks to go scream in their pillow because of how sappy they were, but Mammon liked this kind of cheesy and it doesn't mean they weren't 100% sincere.*

Levi

For Levi they hunt down Simeon, trailing after him begging, negotiating and making deals.

"I-is this - this isn't - h-how - there isn't any - ELIZAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" He launches himself at them, still holding the little book. "I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ELIZA! I - " He pauses, seeming to finally register his words and jumping away, hand flying to cover his flaming face "I! That doesn't mean! I didn't mean it like -"

"Love you too," they say easily.

And that has Levi blushing even more and trying to hide his face while mumbling something about 'normies'.

"Do you like it?"

"LIKE IT!? How'd you get it! This! This isn't even supposed to exist!"

"Ah I spoke to Simeon, he wrote it just for your birthday. They're only a collection of short stories though."

"FOR MY BIRTHDAY!? A LIMITED EDITION!? NO! NOT EVEN A LIMITED EDITION, AN IMPOSSIBLE ONE THAT SHOULDN'T EVEN EXIST!"

"...happy birthday Levi?"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Love you too."

Satan

For Satan Eliza follows both Diavolo and Lucifer around, once again begging, pleading and bargaining. Diavolo agrees pretty quickly, it's Lucifer they take a week to convince

"Where are we going exactly?"

"You'll see."

"And how exactly did you manage to convince them to let us into the human world?"

"Uhm.."

"Do I want to know?"

"Probably not."

He chuckles softly, gently bumping them with his elbow he asks, "At least tell me where we are."

"Well this is where my mother was from. She was the one who was Lilith's descendant."

"It's not the same as where you lived?"

Eliza flushes at his use of the past tense. "Nope. It's funny though... "

"What is?"

"The first people who lived, the natives, the name of their clan translated to 'Demon'. They even had a Demon King. Ah, not sure how much of that is actual history and how much has been twisted through time but. It's an odd little coincidence don't you think?"

"Amid the action and reaction of so dense a swarm of humanity, every possible combination of events may be expected to take place, and many a little problem will be presented which may be striking and bizarre..."

"Don't quote your detective at me."

Satan laughs. "What happened to them? In your history?"

"Well it's a bit of a long story, it's not exactly a fair one either."

"History so rarely is. It's always told through the mouths of the survivors, the winners, it rarely gets a chance to be fair, to be anything more than fiction peppered with fact." His eyes are fixed firmly on the sky.

Eliza looks up with him, staring at the cloudless blue sky.

He shakes himself out of it with a chuckle, "That doesn't mean I'm not interested in hearing it. Quite the opposite actually." He smiles sweetly at them.

Eliza grins back. "I actually managed to get us a few days here. There are lots of ruins all around the country, they're not from that original clan but they're still really old and kind of amazing. We won't be able to visit all of them but it's still something."

"It is. Thank you, Eliza. It means a lot that I'd be able to learn something new and that you're sharing this with me."

Still grinning they hug him gently.

He wraps his arms around them

"Is this the part where you wish me?"

"It is. Happy Birthday, Satan."

*Anyway this is part of our actual history and even though I haven't really decided where Eliza is from this felt fitting? The detective quote is taken straight from Sherlock Holmes*

Asmo

"Elizaaa~ This is so sweet! Ahh, I love it! I love you!!"

Eliza couldn't help the soft laugh as Asmo clung on to them, rubbing their cheeks together and enveloping them in the sweet scent of his perfume.

"How did you know I needed this?"

"Well, living with six brothers anyone would need a weekend spa retreat away from them."

"You're right, Eliza! You're so right! They're the worst and it's even started to affect my skin! I needed some me time."

"Well... It's actually a coupon for two..."

Asmo blinked at them looking down at it and yes it was a coupon for two.

"You know, just in case you wanna..." they did a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle that had him giggling.

"Well then, Dear. How about a weekend spa treatment with me? Hmm?"

Eliza blushed, stumbling back and stuttering, "That's not - I - you know - I'm just - I - "

He watches them stutter, with an amused smile before he mercifully cuts in "I know you're set on that idiot brother of mine. Lord knows why, he's such a mess and I'm much prettier. You know I love you Eliza but you really do have terrible taste."

At their scowl he giggles, "But you love him, and you look out for him and you make him happy and he does all that for you too. And, well that's all that matters, isn't it?"

They're a bit red again, but they're smiling at him softly and looking at him with such love in their eyes, it makes a gentle sort of warmth spread through him.

"No, what I meant was not everyone in my family has been driving me crazy recently and you look like you could use a weekend off too. I can tell you embarrassing stories about Mammon from back in the Celestial Realm, if that sweetens the deal? Unless," now that he thought about it, "that makes you uncomfortable!? Ah! Eliza, I'm so sorry I didn't even think! I know you don't like this kind of thing, that's okay I'll ask So-"

"No, wait Asmo it's fine. I don't mind it, if it's with you."

Asmo blinked. The warmth spread. Then he flung himself at them again, "Elizaaaaa, don't say things like that and expect me not to react!"

They laughed, easily catching him in their arms, "Happy Birthday, Asmo."

Beel & Belphie

With Beel & Belphie Eliza leads them into the attic and locks the door behind them.

"Are you going to kill us here?"

"Haha. Funny."

Belphie laughed lightly, and Eliza could almost hear Beel's frown as commonplace as it was when the topic was brought up. Not wanting to keep Beel in any type of discomfort they reached out with that flicker of magic in them and a muttered spell and lit the fairy light like little lamps that hung across the room.

"You're getting better at that." Belphie said, eyes on them and looking impressed.

Beel hummed and agreed, looking proud.

"I know." Their chest puffed out a bit and the twins laughed.

Letting the moment fade they swept their hands, gesturing at the rest of the room. "So what do you think?"

The furniture had all been moved to the sides, the blankets and pillows from the room along with many, many additional ones were all piled strategically on the floor, making a large nest like structure. The outer structure of the nest was lined with various boxes and packets of different kinds of snacks and drinks. On the wooden floor in front of the nest was a large cake decorated in warm oranges and cool purples.

"I made it!" They said, proudly before deflating a second later "Well Luke made it, he wanted to do something nice for Beel's birthday but I stood around and licked the raw batter so that counts?... There's also a handheld vacuum for crumbs." They gestured at the side.

"It looks good," Beel said with a nod. "Smells good. I'm hungry."

Belphie tilted his head, "So your present for us is our sins?"

Eliza bristled, "No. That's just the setting, next is the accessories."

"Accessories?" Beel asked softly, still eyeing the cake, only held back by the firm grip that both Eliza and Belphie had on his hands.

"Accessories." Eliza moved away to a corner, returning while juggling two wrapped gift.

"It's that manga of Levi's that you like, it's the full published series so you don't need to keep borrowing it." Turning to Beel, "pyjamas. Large oversized thick and comfy pyjamas. I washed them too so that they would smell nice and wouldn't be scratchy. So this is your present: A sleepover, cuddled together under the blankets, in large comfortable clothes, eating junk food and reading manga where none of your brothers can interrupt." Eliza stopped for a breath, their proud smile dimming a bit, "I guess your presents are your sins..."

"No. They're not." Beel said firmly. Hands already unbuckling his pants and sliding them down. He changed his clothes quickly with no care for either of his audience who, to his credit, failed to react. He folded the old ones and placed them in a corner while Belphie removed his boots.

"They're not," Beel said again looking straight at Eliza, "They're quality time doing things we love with the people we love, without having to worry about anything else." He walks up to them, enfolding them in a warm, soft hug. "Thank you, Eliza."

"Right, right. Our sins are part of it because those are things we enjoy. But they're not the actual gift. Like you said it's the settings and accessories that make the actual gift. And that's spending time together without any of those idiots interrupting us for once."

"It's a good gift." Beel said, as Belphie slid into the hug. Beel lifted them both off their feet as they clung to him.

"Happy Birthday guys," Eliza said through their laughter.

"Love you," they both said in unison.

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