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fyorina · 3 months

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ᡣ𐭩 ALWAYS!

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: taking care of a certain suicidal detective is thankless work—or so, that's what everyone says at least, including dazai himself, but you're not as convinced. (wordcount: 1.8k; sfw, mentions of dazai's struggles w depression & self-care; fem!reader)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: dazaiiiii <3

Dazai chronically neglects his physical health.

You don't know if it's on purpose or not, you don't think it really matters either way, although some of your coworkers beg to differ in the way that they chide you for "encouraging" his behavior when you go out of your way to take care of him when he refuses to do so himself. Kunikida thinks that he’ll never learn to take care of himself if he constantly has you there as a fallback, but you think it's a bit ridiculous to not extend a hand to someone who is clearly struggling. You know Kunikida means well for Dazai, and he often goes out of his way himself to help the man in his own ways, but sometimes it's not as simple as having to "learn to take care of yourself" and you fear that if no one's there to set him straight when he starts to disregard his health, it'll just turn into another suicide attempt and you'll all be scrambling to help him when his body gives in because it's too weak to sustain itself.

Sometimes, he neglects himself in major ways. Frequently, you catch him going all day without eating, sometimes days if you don’t notice it right away, all because he claims that he’s not hungry. He rarely cleans his wounds properly after missions and they end up getting infected, and that’s always a mess because then he starts whining about "this type of death being too painful" and Yosano has to spend hours treating him.

Days like today, he neglects himself in minor ways—ways that he thinks he can get away with because no one cares enough to scold him over every little thing.

No one except you, at least.

It’s bitterly cold outside, the wind is harsh and dry, and the heat in the office has utterly failed. Usually, the president would let you guys go back to the dorms rather than let you suffer in the cold, but the case the office is handling is time-sensitive, and you need to at least set up the preparations for the infiltration mission that’s going to take place in a few days.

Dazai is late, of course, and Kunikida is even more irritated than usual because if all hands were on deck for this, you’d all be able to head back to the dorm earlier. You’re a bit annoyed too, honestly, because your fingers are freezing and your nose is cold, but you figure that Dazai is going to get enough shit from Kunikida anyway.

The door to the office cracks open—speak of the devil, you think to yourself—and your eyes cut upward to where Dazai is peeking into the office, as if to see if Kunikida was waiting for him. Luckily, the president called the irate blonde and Tanizaki into his office to go over the specifics of the infiltration.

“Dazai,” you say, shooting him a flinty look. “You’re late.”

“Bella,” he tosses you a charming smile—one that never works, mind you, but he never fails to try. “I have a good excuse, you see.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” you press. “Let me hear it”

“Ha, well…” he trails off, and your expression drops when he finally steps into the office and you see he’s only wearing his thin tan trench coat.

“Dazai, what are you wearing?” you ask, appalled. You’re bundled up in your winter jacket and a scarf and you’re still freezing—and you’ve worn Dazai’s coat often enough to know that there’s absolutely zero insulation or protection from the winds.

Dazai gives a look that’s eerily reminiscent of a dog that knows it did something bad, brown eyes just a bit too wide and the corner of his lips turned downward. He makes his way over to his desk, right next to your own, and you notice how he’s violently shivering, face bright red and lips so dry and chapped that they seem to be bleeding.

Your eye twitches in irritation, Dazai gives you a sheepish smile and then winces as his bottom lip splits and blood dribbles over his lips.

“You’re an absolute moron,” you hiss and rise to your feet. “Sit down.”

You all but storm over to the break room, rifling through the closet to find the blanket you stored in there a while back for Kunikida when he decides to stay over at the office to finish up work. It’s fluffy, and warm, and entirely not meant for Dazai’s idiocy but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Yosano gives you an amused look when she sees you gathering the blanket in your arms as she passes by the break room.

“You know, I bet he does this just because he likes when you fuss over him,” she says offhandedly, leaning against the doorframe as she watches you kick the closet door back shut.

“Well, it’s either fussing over him or letting him go off and get himself killed,” you scowl, making your way out of the break room back toward Dazai, who’s sitting dutifully where you left him.

“That’s so unfair,” Ranpo immediately complains. “I asked for the blanket earlier and you said no, you can’t just give it to Dazai because he’s your boyfriend.”

“First of all, I can give my blanket to whoever I want, maybe you shouldn’t have stolen my tootsie rolls, Ranpo,” you say, ignoring the way Ranpo raises his chin indignantly. “Second of all, Dazai is not my boyfriend, he is just incompetent at life.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Ranpo scoffs. “The day you two get together is the day the entire office can finally be at peace. We’re sick of the pining.”

You gape, picking up a stray desktop tape and flinging it at Ranpo’s head. Ranpo dodges with a cackle, letting it soar past him and into the wall. You glare at him and return your attention to Dazai, not even saying a word as you bundle the fluffy blanket around him until it’s fully covering his thin, shivering form.

You notice that his neck is still uncovered, both skin and bandages visible—red and frigid from the wind outside. Brows knit together, you unwrap your scarf from your neck and wrap it around his neck neatly.

You think it’s a bit cute the way he’s staring up at you, bundled in thick blankets and your scarf, but you’ll never admit that.

You frown as your eyes dart down to his chapped, bleeding lips. You dab at the wet blood with a tissue before letting out a sharp sigh, wandering back over to your desk and grabbing your lip balm from your drawer. You take a step closer to Dazai again, he watches curiously as you reach out to tilt his head up.

The skin of his cheek is cold beneath your fingers and you stroke it absently, trying to warm it up a bit, before you bring the lip balm up to your lips, biting the cap to take it off before dropping it back down in your hand and placing it in your pocket.

Dazai is uncharacteristically quiet as he watches you bring the lip balm up to his lips. You trace the outline of his lips with the balm, gentle over where they had cracked from dryness and the cold. You can feel his warm breath against your hand and you try to ignore his proximity because no, Dazai is not your boyfriend, but sometimes you wish he is—for all of his quirks and as much as he frustrates you, you care for him desperately.

And when he’s like this, pliant under under your touch as he lets you take care of him, watching you with wide eyes filled with an indecipherable, adoring emotion… You feel it all the more intensely.

Your touch lingers for a moment as you finish coating his lips with the lip balm before you finally let your hands fall to your sides.

“Not dating my ass,” Naomi snorts from across the room, still blatantly watching the two of you, as if you were some reality entertainment. You scowl at her and throw a pen in her direction, she only giggles and tosses you a wink.

You shake your head and take a seat back down at your desk, putting your lip balm away and about to go back to working on the research for the infiltration mission. Before you can focus, Dazai scooches his chair closer to you.

His cheeks are still flushed pink from the cold, hair tousled from the wind, and his lips are shiny from your lip balm. He leans in a bit and you raise your eyebrows a bit in amusement.

“Yes?” you ask quietly, lips tilted up in a small smile.

Dazai doesn’t answer for a moment, his eyes are glittering in a way that you know is dangerous but you don’t move away like you probably should. Instead, you stay still as he leans in a bit more and captures your lips in a soft kiss. It’s brief and gentle, no more than two or three seconds long, and his lips are terribly chapped and tasting of your lip balm, but it has your heart stuttering in your chest and your face feeling hot. You can hear Naomi gasp in delight, clapping her hands together, Yosano let out a deafening whoop of a cat call and Ranpo cry a loud finally!

Dazai leans back—his eyes are still shining and his lips are turned up. He looks as if he’s about to say something but before he can, the door to Fukuzawa’s office slams open and Kunikida storms out of it: “You shitty waste of bandages! You’re two hours late!”

“Not now, Kunikida!” Yosano says loudly, intercepting the man before he can rip Dazai right out of his chair. She pushes him toward the break room, throwing the two of you a grin and a wink. You shake your head a bit in amusement.

The moment is ruined, but Dazai is undeterred, finally speaking up.

“Let me take you out later, bella?” Dazai asks, voice quiet and teasing as he rests his chin on his hand, leaning on his desk as he looks over at you.

You laugh. “The only place you’re going later is back to your apartment because you’re going to be sick, Dazai.”

Dazai pouts, over-exaggerated and dramatic but then he amends, a bit more softly, “Take care of me later?”

Your smile is gentle now as you reply with: "Always.”

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai fluff #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu fluff #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs fluff

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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hii :) i love ur fics & i was wondering if you could do childhood friends to lovers with friends to lovers w/ miles morales (e-1610) where they're mutually pining but think that they don't feel the same but literally EVERYONE else sees it. bonus points if there's a confession in the rain or an accidental confession while crying when one of them gets seriously injured. sorry if my ask is either too descriptive or not descriptive enough thank you for your time <33

(Hello! Of course I can, lovely! Enjoy!)

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Frontline Confessions

Your guys' crushes on each other was practically orchestrated by y'all's parents

They always knew you guys would in some way like one another

You guys were best friends growing up, never leaving each other's sides

You also forced your parents to be friends just so you guys could hang out even more

You guys were always connected by the hip

If one was near the other was following closely behind

Miles and you always shared everything, sometimes you would come home at like 6 and your parents would be like

"Whose sweater is that?"

"Miles!"

And look at each other knowingly

Rio and your mom were mostly excited, as Rio wholeheartedly approved of you as she thought of you like a bonus child

Everyone could tell you two liked one another, it was no secret

But you guys didn't even know you had feelings until you guys got older

Miles would do anything for you

And I mean anything

Constantly sketching you, you and him as a photo on his lockscreen, he was bursting at the seems trying to keep it in he was Spider-man, but you found out

You guys had those little kid marriages under the slides at recess

You and him fended off childhood bullies or one who teased you guys

Only you two needed each other honestly

You guys obviously had other friends but always were each other's number one

The one to walk with you anywhere just to hold your hand

You guys had "platonic" affection but really just acted together

So many people thought you two were dating when they saw you guys

Ganke actually thought you were dating for like 6 months

You guys denied it over and over but couldn't help but wonder if you guys would ever actually date

His mom was constantly teasing him about you

Half of your closet was really his because he knew he wasn't getting them back

You guys were always out with one another, getting food, hanging on top of rooftops, sneaking away from your parents

He sometimes swung you around on his web shooters

You guys would also hang out at Uncle Aaron's apartment

You were there with the good and the bad

And Miles really needed you in the bad

He was always outside knocking on your window, or sneaking inside or just standing in front of your apartment door

You guys had movie marathons or pulled out old photos of you two when younger

"Look at your missing tooth!"

"Well, look at this horrible ponytail! What is this?!"

"You cut off half of it!"

"Oh, right-"

You guys always were seen giggling, holding each other or laughing your heads off

Everyone would look and know

Begging to be put out their misery

Confessions didn't happen for a long, long time, until a certain time you were almost bleeding to death

"Holy- I'm so sorry, (Name)!"

Miles panicked, by your side and spitting out apologies as you bled, holding your newly adorned soon-to-be battle scar.

"Are you okay?" Miles asked, glancing behind himself as Peter fought, Gwen and the rest of your friends desperately trying to keep up without you guys.

"Are you okay to fight?" Miles asked, grimacing at you and even more so at the look you gave him.

"I think I'm dying, Miles!" You yelled, holding your side in the pain as Miles tried to help stop the bleeding.

"Don't die! You can't die!" Miles said once more, trying to convince himself more than your blood piled beneath you.

"Why not? I'm gonna anyway!" You bickered back, much less concerned for your wound than Miles.

"Because I still have something to still tell you!" Miles tried once more, his own small tears in the corners of his eyes at the thought.

He couldn't lose you.

"Tell me then! What's the point of holding it in now?!" You continued on, shaking your head as your hand was almost coated red.

"I can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm scared you won't like it." Miles revealed, shaking his head as you gave a look of disbelief.

"Who cares! I'm dying." You countered.

"I like you! I've liked you since we were kids! And I don't want you to die because I'm scared!" Miles yelled back, looking down at his hands as they both tried to stop the blood, making it better, somewhat.

Miles then noticed his mistake, not able to take back his words but instead being able to slowly look up at you, grimacing at himself.

You couldn't help but stare at Miles, barely believing your ears, much less now.

Much less with the boy you had liked since you were kids.

"...you like me?"

"...yeah."

Miles stared at you for a moment, like the world went away as he took in your face as you spoke.

And suddenly, Miles laughed.

Miles laughed hard, the tears in his eyes turned to relief as he laughed. As your best friend, and maybe now more, laughed, you couldn't help but join in.

Miles then took a moment, turning it over in his head before he launched forward, bringing you in closer to him.

You and Miles stared at each other, closer than normal, then suddenly, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him, one you wanted to do for so long.

The kiss wasn't long, but it was waited for, dreamt about and slow and passionate, lips moving together almost like they were meant to be.

Miles pulled away, not away from you but away enough he could laugh, smiling in victory.

"Have you wanted to do that for as long as I have waited to do that?" You laughed at the both of you, and so did Miles as he nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah I have." Miles shook his head, the same smile there as he hugged you, arms around your waist as he almost pulled you into his lap, but stopped.

"Ow, ow, ow!" You cried out, punching his arm, cause even if you liked each other, you were still best friends, and friends hit.

"I'm sorry! Shit! I'm sorry!" Miles cried out, wincing as he looked at the blood on his arm, wiping it away quickly.

"We gotta get you out of here." Miles said, tucking his arm under yours and starting to lift you to your feet, a bit too rough at your circumstances.

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Don't make me leave you here!"

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@mushystrawberries

@sweetheartlizzie07

#across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse spoilers #into the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader

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moonknixght · 6 months

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Awkward conversations and.. Fishes? (Steven Grant x GN!Reader)

Summary: Curiosity to learn more about a gorgeous store clerk of a pet shop leads Steven to buying his first pet ever. Warnings: Fluff ?? and just embarrassingly long silences Word count: 1.1k A/N: Okay please imagine that Gus wasn't Steven's pet already 🙏 Might make a part 2 if I get ideas. Also first post woohoo!! Made this account solely so I could make my ideas a reality. I'm a little rusty at writing as of right now, so bare with me </3 Requests are open for stuff!! (please talk to me)

"And this little guy here, He's a feisty one, but he means no harm." Lifting up a perched budgie on your finger, who seemed to have distrustful look on it's face, You smile widely at the latest client that had stumbled upon your small shop. You've always been a passionate soul when it came to animals; from the age 8 when you first wanted to be a veterinarian, which you quickly backed out from after slight consideration as you realized that you would have to constantly put down animals and see them in absolute pain. The next choice was arts, which you did took a degree in, before landing on the final prospect of being a caretaker to injured animals. From there, you found yourself reverting back into your obsession, eventually starting a small shelter/pet-shop where you took in abandoned and wounded animals, healed them and put them back to find new owners. It would be a lie if you said that you didn't miss any of the animals that were taken by other people, but it was also a joy to see them go to homes where they would be given full attention and loved. Therefore, you found yourself rambling about all your beloved pets to whoever stepped into your little abode with any interest— which is what was happening right now. A guy, with almost perfect curly black hair and tan-kissed skin had walked in and began to mindlessly wander, often catching your eyes while he did so. You eventually walked up to him and offered your help, to which he seemed ever so grateful for, even though it was odd that he didn't know what animal he wanted to adopt. This man was Steven Grant. and only if you knew the panic the poor guy was going through. With Jake relentlessly pushing Steven to interact with the employee he's been eyeing through the glass doors of the pet-shop, Steven found himself awkwardly cruising through the different animals, who looked up at him with expectant eyes. Clearly, He needed a plan before walking into the shop, especially when you approached him with a confused look on your face. "Uh.. I-I'm not particularly fond of birds, love." Steven gave you a weak smile, he seemed like he was scared of possibly disappointing you. "Maybe the fishes?" 'Or the cats.' Jake added from somewhere in the headspace, obviously enjoying the shit-show. "Ah." You say allowing the bird back onto the bird perch, your eyes shifting towards a small section of the shop where you tucked away a rectangular aquarium with exactly one fish inhabiting it. "Well, The options are very limited with fishes." Steven was digging himself a deeper hole each time he enquired about the animals like he was actually going to get one— but don't get him wrong, he was genuinely finding your rambles about every creature there interesting. So interesting in fact, that he couldn't possibly leave without getting something. So, the most laziest pet to have would be a fish, according to him at least. You eventually lead him to the front of the tank, where you lightly bend (which Steven also mimicked) to meet eye-to-eye with a goldfish. But this wasn't any goldfish, it was a goldfish with exactly one fin. "He's your only luck if you're looking for fishes." "Does.. Does he have a name?" Steven asked, trying to keep the conversation going. How exactly was he going to take care of a goldfish anyways? Especially a goldfish that only had one fin? What if it dies? It'll ruin his entire day. Maybe his entire week.

You tilt your head to think about it, before giving a soft shrug in response— which Steven admittedly found quite endearing. "Not really, He just came in like this I guess, Never thought to give him a name." 'A fish, Seriously?' "What about Gus?" Steven asked, turning a deaf ear to Jake's mocking comment. The goldfish paused for a second looking at the two observing it for a moment, before it continued to pace around again. It was almost like the little aquatic creature had approved of the name, but he wasn't planning on sounding like a total nutjob by expressing that out loud. "Hm, It surprisingly fits him." You say after a moment of silence. Though a second later, With a chuckle, You pick up conversation again. "You're pretty good at naming fishes, huh?"

"No! I just.. It came to me, I guess. Lil' fella looks like a Gus." "I agree."

After another moment of uncomfortable silence, Steven desperately tried to revive the exchange. "D'you know that Gus means Majestic? It fits 'cause it's quite amazing that he can swim with just a fin." 'Way to make them swoon, Steven. Buen trabajo.' Steven was truly getting sick of the unnecessary commentary from Jake, but he couldn't quite tell the wanker to piss off just yet. You, on the other hand, seemed to be intrigued by this rather sudden splurge of knowledge. Honestly, You didn't mind this at all, actually finding some amusement in how he suddenly geeked out. "Huh, I didn't know that." You said with a pleasant smile. "That's quite interesting now that you put it that way." "Yeah..." Steven's voice was small; the fear that he might have come off as weird subsided with your smile, which he reciprocated almost immediately. "I'll take him then." Your eyes lit up. For some odd reason, you didn't exactly expect him to actually get anything— Let alone a damn fish. Actually, Even Steven didn't know that he would end up being the owner of a fish, it just happened. He's technically already named the fish, it's only right that he takes it.

"Right, A moment." You nod, excusing yourself to go get the equipment needed to pack Gus away and off to settle in his new home. You come back a moment later as Steven stepped by the counter, Gus in a small plastic baggy as you balanced a small tank to put the little guy in as well as some food for the strangers convenience. Handing it off to him carefully, you nodded as you glanced at the only goldfish your store has seen be taken away. Who would've guessed. "I'll be off then, Thanks, love!" "You're welcome, Take care Gus!" You cheerfully wave them off, watching as your customer for the night took off. You sigh contently, feeling unnaturally happy about the whole interaction. Strange. — 'You bought a fish but you didn't ask for their name?' Gods, He totally forgot amidst everything. Steven had made it back home, his lip curling into a subtle frown as Jake bought forth a very valid point. The male couldn't help but sigh out loud, gently face palming as he realized his error. Maybe Steven didn't manage to catch their name or learn more about them but as he laid in his bed, he found himself recalling how beautiful that store clerk looked when they smiled. And besides, he made a new friend— a companion he was starting to adore quite alot.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x gender neutral reader #jake lockely x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac x you #x reader #jake lockley x you #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #moonknight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight x y/n #reader insert

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cait-with-luv · 1 year

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Little Leopard [4]

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard."

Header Credit: Me

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst, eventual smut, Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Mentions of murder, abuse, sexual assault, drugs, PTSD, explicit language, body dysmorphia, anxiety, body branding (Not sure if this is a warning but putting it anyway)

Word Count: 5.1K

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“We need to talk.”

The boys pause and look at each other before Seokjin is clearing his throat and gestures to Namjoon to speak first but he holds his hand up and shakes his head. It seemed they all had things to discuss.

“You guys should go first. We have a lot to explain.” Namjoon urges his eldest boyfriend, leaning back into the couch, smiling slightly as Jungkook takes his hand into his and squeezes it reassuringly. He could see how stressed his partner was. They could all see it. They couldn’t blame him either, he had been working day and night along with Yoongi and Hoseok to try and find you in the system and find the cruel human that had left you to die in the alley and they were constantly reaching dead ends. It was like you didn’t even exist.

“Well, I’m taking her with me to the clinic tomorrow, if anyone is free you can come with me, I don’t know how she’ll react in a medical environment, I need to do a full physical checkup. Whilst we were out, we took her to get a collar so she can come out with us more often and I asked if she needed anything else, she picked up heat suppressants, she was forced to have them every day, we explained to her how bad they were and when I asked when her last heat was, guys she hasn’t had one for around two to three years, it’s dangerous, Leopards are meant to have heats every two to three months. If she’ll ever have one again is beyond me and if she does get one, it’s going to be intense, most likely more painful too. I have to check she’s physically doing okay.” Seokjin delineates watching their faces harden. The system had really failed you.

“I’ll go with you. I’m working from home tomorrow anyway, I have things to do away from the station.” Hoseok says and runs a hand through his hair, he was already in a bad mood. The things that had been revealed today had sent the usually calm and collected man into a spiral of anger and disappointment.

“You guys aren’t going to like what we have to tell you…” Yoongi trails off shaking his head, he couldn’t believe what they had found, how they managed for it to slip through the cracks. He was ashamed. He felt like he needed to do better. Because who knows how many more had managed to be missed.

“We did more background searching on her. We couldn’t find her at all in the system, so we were beginning to assume she was illegally being ‘owned’, Hobi came to help out and we had to dig really deep. We eventually managed to find her documents she was under a false name and under Snow Leopard instead of her actual hybrid breed an Amur Leopard. Meaning someone in the protection company had either been paid off to turn a blind eye or worked for the person but when we went to check her owners' files we discovered that he’s deceased, he died three years ago, cause of death was homicide so Hobi did a little digging into it but it means he was not her last owner, someone else had taken her, possibly the one who killed her last ‘owner’.” Namjoon frowns and Hoseok reaches into his bag for the file and hands it to Taehyung who begins to read it, Jimin and Seokjin reading over his shoulders.

“Yun Jong-Dae, aged forty at the time of his death, his autopsy had shown that he had strangulation, gunshot wounds, a disturbing amount of ketamine in him, enough to kill an elephant, any one of these could have been the cause, someone really wanted him dead but the case went cold, they couldn’t find who killed him. He had a criminal record too. Gang affiliation, abuse, sexual assault, drug use and possession, attempted murder. He was a terrible person. I found receipts of multiple reports made to his house too. Neighbors had called us concerned, saying they constantly heard yelling and screams coming from his house but the officers that went to the scene did nothing saying they saw nothing suspicious. I checked which officers went to the address and every single one was from my division. She was in that fucking house and my station failed her. I am now in the process of checking every incident they’ve been reported to and having them suspended.” Hoseok fumes, jaw clenched in rage. He could have had you saved earlier if it weren’t for his own colleagues turning a blind eye.

“Y-You don’t think he you know…” Jimin murmurs anxiously. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, the word left a bitter taste in his mouth, it made him nauseous to think about you having to suffer like that.

“As much as we want to think that he didn’t the chances that he did…assault her is likely. We can’t make her tell us either alright? She may tell us one day. We go at her pace okay?” Yoongi declares, he did not want you to feel like you had to do anything. He wants you to know you can make all your own choices from here on out.

They all nod in agreement and sit in silence, taking in everything that had been revealed, they were all filled with rage, guilt, and shame. For a while, you had been right under their noses and they hadn’t had a clue.

It was progress, finding out more about your background, they knew that but they also knew they still had a lot more to go. It was not going to be an easy process and it was going to be tedious but for you? They had all the patience in the world.

“Where do we go from here? What’s our next step? Because she’s basically a stray hybrid right? She’s now isn’t legally under anyone so we can adopt her? It will secure her safety with us and prevent her from being put back into the system and going through hell again. I can have the papers easily by tomorrow.” Taehyung says closing the file and handing it back to Hoseok.

“Technically yes but we can just have her sign papers Tae baby, we want her to have her own opinion on this and consent. We want to give her options not take them away from her like has had all her life. This is something we need to sit down with her and talk about and we don’t know what the process is going to be like for her, she could be put in a shelter for observations and for our pending papers to be approved.” Namjoon sighs but Taehyung shakes his head.

“It won’t be a difficult process, I can have us down as her foster home so she’ll still be able to stay with us until the papers are approved, she isn’t under a shelter, she has no owner, they can’t place her in a place she wasn’t at the beginning with. The process will be simple but I understand where you’re coming from, we want her approval before we start it.” Taehyung clarifies with a nod of his head. Yoongi opens his mouth to talk but closes it, the conversation coming to an end suddenly as they hear you walk down the stairs, giving you a soft smile as you step into the living room timidly.

“Hey Cub, did you have a nice shower? You even got some new pajamas? You look much comfier now.” Yoongi grins, almost cooing at the sight of you clutching your tail in your hands, shuffling in your spot shyly as you nod curtly, a low chuckle leaving his mouth. You were too cute.

“Want me to brush your hair and put it up for you Sweetpea?” Hoseok asks softly, patting the empty spot beside him for you to sit.

“I-It’s okay Hoseok, thank you though, is it okay if I go to bed instead of watching a movie? I-I didn’t realize how tired I was.” You whisper immediately getting smiles at you and nods. How could they tell you no? You were too sweet.

“Of course, you can go to bed Princess, you don’t have to ask, we can always watch a movie another day, there’s plenty of time to, sleep well okay? Remember if you need anything at all you can always come to us.” Namjoon cooed, giving you a dimpled smile that almost had your knees going weak. It was one of the prettiest smiles you had seen. They all murmur soft goodnights and sleep wells until Jungkook stands up and pouts at you,

“Hey, Sweet Girl, I promised I’d help you with your skincare routine and how to use the things I got you, you gotta take care of it now, Baby, come on let’s go get you properly ready for bed.”

—

“Hey, Jungkookie?” You hum as he helps with your skincare routine with the products he had gotten you before at the mall. You had figured out that you had sensitive skin just like him so he had bought you some products that he uses to help protect and soothe his own skin so now after your shower, he was helping you apply them, demanding that you have to take care of your skin so you don’t have sore skin.

He smiles softly at the nickname, gently applying a toner onto your face and almost cooing at your innocent eyes staring at him curiously, watching his every move wondering what he was doing. He sometimes wondered how on earth you were a leopard hybrid. You were more like a kitten or a rabbit.

“Yes, Sweet Girl?” He asks with a smile on his face, raising an eyebrow at your hesitation to continue with what you wanted to say. He pats your head as a reassurance that you could talk to him without worrying, nodding as you open your mouth to speak.

“What do you all do for a living?” You ask quietly, noticing the look of surprise on his face, he hadn’t expected you to ask about their careers but he was willing to answer. If it meant getting you to open up to them more and gaining your trust more then he’d answer. It wasn’t like they had anything to hide anyway.

“Well, we all work in different things but we all work together in a way if that makes sense? Our jobs link us together. Not really mine but sometimes. Namjoonie Hyung and Yoongi Hyung work together the most. Namjoon is the founder and CEO of a Hybrid Protection company and Yoongi is the deputy CEO. They help any and every hybrid who needs it, whether they be a stray, from an abusive home, fight rings, auctions, literally anything. They make sure that no matter where the hybrid comes from they are safe and get everything they need. I guess sometimes I help out if they have too much on their hands." He begins smiling slightly. He was always proud of what his partners do, he places aside the products before focusing his attention on you and continuing,

"Hobi Hyung is a detective in the police force. He works on all kinds of cases. He likes to mostly solve hybrid-related cases, knowing that other stations can usually turn them down and go for human ones. He wants them to get given justice just as equally as humans do. Jin Hyung is a Hybrid Medical Doctor. He treats all Hybrids' injuries and any illnesses they may have, he wants to save and care for as many hybrids as he can, it breaks his heart if he can’t. Tae Tae is a Hybrid Representative Lawyer. He basically supports any Hybrid in court and stuff like that, whether it be a change in adoption, abuse cases, or all sorts. Jiminie owns his own Hybrid Shelter. So he takes in any abandoned, stray, recently removed from abusive homes, even abandoned hybrid infants and children. He gives them a home they may have never gotten, and treatments for anything from medical or mentally, they have a choice of wanting to stay and live there or have a chance to have another home. He is so thorough with checking every single person’s background who comes in wanting to adopt. He’s very protective of them all.” Jungkook explains chuckling as you stare at him in awe, they were doing something barely anyone would do.

They all work with something related to hybrids. Wanting to protect them and give them more rights. Live an equal life as humans, to end the oppression and stigmas against Hybrids. Activists in a way. But you frown when you realize something. He had left himself out. He told you everything about his partners but not about himself.

“Well…what about you Jungkook? What do you do?” You ask as he sits in front of you and sighs giving you a small smile, taking your hands into his, and looking down at them. Was he uncomfortable about talking about his career?

“Mine’s…a bit more boring than theirs, Sweet girl. I don’t wanna bore you.” He says looking back up at you but you shake your head at him with a pout.

“Nothing about you is boring Jungkookie.” You murmur, a blush coming to your cheeks when you realize what you had said out loud, purring when Jungkook pecks your forehead and smiles at you in appreciation.

“Thank you, baby, that was kind of you. I’m…a hybrid tattoo artist. Yeah I know it's not as extravagant as the others huh? I was just an average tattoo artist just tattooing humans but when I worked in a studio we had so many hybrid’s coming in wanting tattoos and my boss would just…turn them away. But they weren’t coming for a tattoo for the fun of it. They were coming in to cover up something that reminded them of their past. Like a bad scar or tattoo of their number they were given from fight rings or even brandings. I felt like it was unfair, they just wanted a fresh start and they weren’t getting a chance to do that so I left and I opened my own studio for Hybrids. I don’t charge them anything so I don’t really get much profit, I get some humans from time to time and they pay because they want to keep my business running but I refuse to charge a Hybrid for wanting to cover up something traumatic to them. I know it’s not much but if it makes a difference for them to live a happier life, to show them that there are humans that care for them then I’m happy and hopefully I’ve somewhat of a difference.” He murmurs and your heart swells. His job was anything but boring, he had a job that would make a massive impact on a hybrid's life.

“That’s…the kindest thing I’ve ever heard Jungkookie. What all of you do. It’s amazing, I’ve never met anyone who cares so much about us, it’s special and I think I speak for all hybrids when I say this. Thank you. For being our voice…for being the ones to protect us and make us feel…normal. You should be proud of what you do. I may not be the greatest at expressing my emotions or understanding the simplest of things but if it weren’t for you guys. I would have had no future, I wouldn’t be able to have my eyes opened to the good in the world. I’m very very grateful and I promise to work hard on my healing and become a person you can be proud of.” You say shyly looking down, feeling your heart race.

Jungkook stared at you with a pout on his lips, squeezing your hands and taking a deep breath in. It was taking everything in him to not cry. It was the first time you had openly spoken about how you were comfortable living with them and how grateful you were for everything that they do for you. The first time he had heard someone really thank him and the boys for what they do. It only motivated him more. To give you a better life. To give hybrids around the world a better life.

“Thank you so much Y/N, I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. But, Sweet Girl, you don’t need to thank us for what we do for you. It’s the right thing to do. And I don’t think you understand how proud of you we are already, you’re doing so well. I know how difficult it must have been for you to trust us after everything you’ve been through, it must have been scary. You are so strong and brave. The bravest person I know. You have a future now and it’s only going to get better from here on out.” Jungkook says, gently lifting your head to look at him and he gives you a look of admiration. Proud written all over his and with all your courage you quickly place a kiss on his cheek, both of your eyes going wide and cheeks flushing red. It took him by surprise but his heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t expecting it but now he wanted more. It felt like a warm hug. Like a dew-freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. He will never forget this moment. This was a memory to remember.

“W-What was that for?” He stammers out and you shift in your spot and shrug, a shy giggle leaving your lips. He could have passed out right then and there, his heart was in frenzy. He couldn’t how adorable you were. It was too much.

“I…I don’t know…it just felt right to do? I’m sorry d-did I overstep?” You murmur nervously and he shakes his head quickly, a massive grin appearing on his face. He looked lovestruck. Like a teenage boy with a massive crush on his classmate. And he was beginning to feel like one. He loved six people already, and his heart had already felt full but now…now he realizes there was room for just one more person.

“You didn’t overstep baby, just nearly made my heart explode that’s all with how cute you are.” He teases making you laugh and shake your head at him before your thoughts begin to trail remembering that his job was tattooing. Specifically Hybrids. You had something you wanted gone. Something you may not be able to really see yourself but you knew it was there. Would he help you get rid of it one day?

“Actually Jungkook…you’re a tattoo artist, c-could…c-could you cover something for me one day? W-When I’m ready?” You ask, feeling your heart race with fear and insecurity. You were about to let him step into your past. Not much but it was enough to have you terrified. What would he think?

He frowns but nods slowly, noting your hesitation. He had seen many of your scars but there must be one prominent one that played on your mind a lot, one that he may have not seen but it worried me. Just how bad was it to have you practically trembling with fear? He could almost feel the anxiety coming off you.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid, I will never judge you, you don’t even have to show me it yet or even tell me how you got it. I’m not going to make you, everything you do is at your own pace, not ours.” He reassures but you shake your head, taking a deep breath. You need to do this. This was something that you needed to get off your chest no matter how much it reminded you of your past. This was part of healing right? Overcoming the trauma.

“I need to do this. I’ve got to. I want to overcome this.” You murmur before slowly turning around so your back was facing him and biting your cheek to hold back the tears already welling up in your eyes, slowly lifting your shirt up to show him your back, shutting your eyes as you hear his breath hitch and the smell of anger hit your nose. This was one thing you hated. How you could sense pheromone changes. Jungkook’s once soft linen and lavender scent now smelt burnt and sour. The scent overwhelming your sensitive nose with how strong it was.

Jungkook was relieved you couldn’t see his face though. His face contorted from concern, to worry and lastly anger. Rage. People made him sick. He felt ashamed that he was human. Because all they know how to do in the world is oppress, and discriminate. Hurt others. Hurt Hybrids. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The branding on your left shoulder blade will forever be imprinted in his mind. How the skin was slightly risen and horribly scarred. He can’t imagine the pain you suffered from it. From getting it to the healing. It must have been excruciating. He could tell it must have suffered an infection at some point from how poorly healed it was. His stomach churned as he leans closer and just about manages to read it.

‘Property of Kang Seo-Jun’’

“Baby…W-Was this who you were stuck with previously?” Jungkook whispers, feeling tears well up in his eyes. No wonder why you wanted it gone. He would no doubt cover it for you. Decorating your shoulder with something so pretty and bright, you’ll forget that it was even a cover-up for it. Not a single memory of it in your mind again. Completely erased.

“Y-Yeah. It i-is. You must be disgusted right? I am. H-He took away any of my belonging. The l-little ownership I had of myself. I will never forget him. H-He haunts my dreams every night. I feel like I can hear his voice still sometimes. He was by far the worst owner I had. T-The night he took me, he had some of his men pin me down and burnt it onto my skin. T-The pain was unbearable. I-I still feel it sometimes if I think about it long enough. H-He hurt me so much. H-He enjoyed my pain. H-He did s-so much but I’m not ready to open up about it yet. He l-laughed as he did it. Called me his ‘little bitch’, and all I was to him w-was a punching bag for his entertainment and pleasure. I-I really wanted to die. I really thought h-he was going to kill me eventually. I-I can’t go back there Jungkook. I can’t. H-He really will make sure I’m dead. I was meant to die that night.” You sob covering your face, whimpering as Jungkook lifts the shirt up again that you had let go of and soothingly rubs up and down your spine, his heart aching at how your tail sadly flicks slightly. From hearing how much you really had been through even if it was just the surface.

“Oh sweet girl, you are safe now. We will never let anyone hurt you again. He will never come near you again and he will be punished for this. Soon he will be a distant memory. Someone completely irrelevant to you. He has taken nothing from you. You are your own person. You have your very much-deserved freedom now, baby. Everything he may have ever told you is nothing but horrible lies. I am so so sorry you had to endure this and everything else you have gone through. You are so beautiful in your own unique way. I am not disgusted by you and neither are the boys. You will never experience anything like this again. You did so well telling me a little bit about your past. I’m so proud of you. You were so brave. Everything is going to be okay now. I promise you. I swear to you.” He says so softly, hesitating before placing a gentle kiss on your scar before pulling back and a small smile appearing at your little shudder from feeling his lips on your skin but it wasn’t from being uncomfortable, Jungkook knew it wasn’t from the way you relaxed.

You say nothing, too in shock from the gentle kiss he placed, from how you managed to open up and how he never interrupted you, just sat and listened to you, and then reassured you he was proud of you and was not disgusted in you. You had never felt this way before. You couldn’t put your finger on it. You didn’t know what this emotion was but you hoped that in the future you would understand it. Know what it was because it felt warm, strong yet comforting. It had your heart racing but in a good way. And you wanted to feel more of it.

“I hate to ask this but can I take a photo of this Sweet girl? Don’t panic, it’s okay, it’s just because this will be evidence baby. Against him. It will help Hobi hyung in finding him and having evidence against him to get him arrested and locked up. It will help Taehyungie in court for you. That’s all. We want to get you justice.” He elucidates when he feels you tense. You didn’t want the others to know but you knew if you wanted to feel completely safe, he needed to be prosecuted. They need to know to make it happen so you nod curtly, swallowing the lump in your throat but the nod wasn’t enough for Jungkook. He needed vocal consent.

“Words Sweet Girl. I need to hear your consent, not just a visual one. Verbal consent is very important in this home baby.” He murmurs, nodding in approval as he hears you whisper an ‘okay’ before quickly snapping a photo and checking it and quickly turning his phone off and throwing it aside, and turning you around to finally face him, wiping the tears that slid down your cheeks.

“Permission to hold you in my arms?” He asks, brushing hair out your face before gently tugging you into his arms as you nod and begin to move into his lap. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around tightly and sways side to side, biting back a chuckle as you begin to subconsciously scent him, rubbing your head into his neck, a low happy purr leaving your lips. He felt so content and happy. You were finally listening to your animal instincts and relieving any urge you may have had but never realized. The more you got comfortable with them, the more your leopard came out. And with that, you finally lulled to sleep. The quickest you had ever fallen asleep. The safest you had ever felt to fall asleep.

Not a single thought in mind.

—

“Kang Seo-Jun”

“Huh?”

“She opened up to me a little. The sick bastard that left her in that alley, his name is Kang Seo-Jun.” Jungkook grits out, opening his phone and going to his gallery, clicking on the photo he had taken and practically shoving his phone into Hoseok’s face.

“This is what she showed me, I got permission from her of course to take the photo. We’ve really underestimated how much she’s been through guys. We knew it was severe but I never imagined the actual extent.” He whimpers sitting down and holding his head in his hands. He wanted to break down in front of you but he knew he couldn’t, not when you were in tears yourself reliving the memories, he had to be strong for you but now, he could let it out.

“Can I send this to myself love bug? I need this evidence.” Hoseok breathes out, he could feel the anger boiling the longer he stared at the photo, quickly sending it to himself when he gets a silent nod from Jungkook and passing the phone to Yoongi and so on, each of their faces contorting to undeniable rage.

“Kookie talk to us, what did she tell you? How did you manage to get her to open up to you?” Yoongi asks faintly, he could visibly see the distress the boy was in. He didn’t want to tip him off the edge. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat before looking up and begins to explain to them how you had asked about what they all do career-wise, telling them how you thanked them all for what they do and how your body language had changed as you asked him to cover up the branding when you were ready which lead you to show him and telling him how you got it. By the time he had finished, he had tears falling, Hoseok was on the phone immediately demanding his colleagues to send him any information on the demented man. They were all having internal battles with their anger. Their sadness.

“Hyungs…s-she’s suffered so much. I-I just know she hasn’t even scratched the surface of her past. She deserved none of this. S-She’s too good for this world.” Jungkook sniffles, snuggling into Jimin as the older man tugs him into a hug, cradling the younger boy close and kissing the top of his head.

“She’s safe now baby, she will suffer no more. You did good. We are proud of you for how you handled it, and how you got her to open up without pushing her. It shows us how comfortable she’s getting. She felt safe to tell you. You took good care of her, well done Koo.” Taehyung reassures, snuggling into the other side of the younger boy, rubbing his arm encouragingly. It was no secret between them all that Jungkook was the most sensitive to Hybrid cruelty, having witnessed it at a young age, he understands how severe how bad it can get. He had such a big heart and they do everything they can to protect it.

“He’s right, you did great, Hoseok is going to find out everything he can on the bastard and bring him down with Taehyung, he isn’t going to get away with it, Y/N will get the justice she deserves at last. His karma is coming and it’s us. He will suffer for what he’s done.” Yoongi sneers, he could happily track him down right now and punish him for everything he’s done. He couldn’t wait to watch the twisted crook pay for his crimes. They were a step closer to finding him. A step closer to you finally having justice, and peace of mind that your trauma wasn’t for nothing.

You were their little leopard and they’d do anything for you.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 months

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🔪 for Chris!

🔪 Awake surgery

CW: Referenced hand whump, blood, sadism, reluctant whumper, facility whump, BBU

"You have got to be joking." The doctor dried his hands off on the single-use towel he held, watching through the one-way window as the trainee inside sat, shaking his head at a nurse who was speaking to him in a low voice. He shook it less like he was saying no and more like he was simply denying that she was speaking at all. "Him again? What the fuck is Petrus doing to this kid? It's only been, what, four days since I got him out of the clinic in the first place!"

"I mean, you know what he does to him, he's one of the little sluts." The handler rolls his eyes. "Petrus fucks him stupid, not that any of them have brains to begin with. But this time 223499 dropped a glass during his Mixology class. Can't pin it this one on Petrus, it's all on 499 being a little bitch again. His Mixology instructor says he's a clumsy little shit."

"Great. Okay." Dr. Ross has a headache already. He hates this place, hates the crude, aggressive handlers and the way they talk about - and to - the trainees. He hates sewing the injured trainees up only to see them again, with new wounds needing dressed and new terror in their eyes. He hates everything about this job except the paycheck.

He can't wait to get another job and get the hell out of here.

The Facility gets to him - it works its way down under his skin, seeing the haunted, nervous way the trainees looked around all the time, trying to guess where pain would come from next. Trying to curry favor, to avoid the torture constantly forced on them anyway. He's been seeing their frightened faces and hearing them beg in his dreams far too often. "So he's here because..."

"It's a deep cut." The handler shrugs. "He needs stitches."

Dr. Ross looks back at the trainee. 223499 is holding perfectly still while the nurse turns his hand over. His palm is a mess of blood, darker than the new-penny shine of his hair. The trainee's stained fingers twitch nervously.

He's just a kid.

The same kid who'd automatically gone to his knees just a week ago, ready to do whatever he was commanded to, thoughtless obedience making the doctor's stomach turn.

He has to get out of here.

Dr. Ross swallows, feeling like there's a lump in his throat he just can't quite get rid of it. "Fine. I'll prep something to numb his hand, we'll give him a little bit of-"

"Nah." The handler shrugs, looking bored. "His primary's got a note on his file, didn't you see it? No painkillers for three weeks. Not even topical."

Dr. Ross watches 223499 flinch away from the nurse, who slaps him, making him cry out. The sound is muffled through the one-way window. As is the apology the boy provides immediately, stammering through it, only to be slapped again. This time, he doesn't cry out. He only cringes back, hunching into himself, and keeps his eyes down.

It makes Dr. Ross feel sick.

"... fine," He says, realizing the silence is drawing out too long. "I'll get him sewn up. He can go back to his room once it's done. Tell Petrus to leave him alone for one night, at least?"

The handler snorts with dry humor. "Yeah, good luck on that. But I'll tell him you said so. You want me to help you strap him down?"

Dr. Ross doesn't let himself look at the trainee again. "Yeah. Come in and strap him down while I prep."

"You got it, Doc." The handler gives him a lazy salute.

The kid doesn't fight being strapped down, but it doesn't matter. Once the work begins, the kid's back arches, he screams and thrashes wordlessly, then... even worse, he makes noises after like he's dying, low moaning sounds that seem barely human. He's shuddering, whispering apologies when all he'd done was drop a glass and try to clean it up too fast.

Dr. Ross goes home that night with the trainee's screaming in his ears. He hears the sounds the kid makes once the needle goes into his skin all weekend in his nightmares.

On Monday, he emails his resignation, effective immediately.

He's smart enough to have a one-way ticket booked for a country WRU isn't operating in before anyone reads it.

#chris the strawberry blond romantic #223499 #facility whump #bbu #box boy #box boy whump #box boy universe #referenced hand whump #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper

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goodstimes · 3 months

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“ A means to an end. ”

— a secret life ! scar writing; not proofread. WARNING : this writing contains heavy talk of blood, gore (?) death — and slight mention of suicidal ideation. Discretion is advised. ♥︎

Scar has seen many sunsets in the time he’s been stuck here, and as much as he once loved them, he hoped he didn't see them anymore. They were only a reminder of another day stuck here. Alone, and he couldn't handle that.

He was tired, in pain, and he was lonely. There was a dread that followed him everywhere now. He was constantly reminded that he was the only one here, in a land that once used to be so full of life. Lively it was no more, and it killed him.

He ached, day after day, he slams his fist against the buttons presented by the secret keeper, hoping that something shifts, that by some miracle, he was let out of here. He longed to see the faces of those he held close to him, he longed for the comforting touch of others, he longed for human interaction. He couldn't be without it.

But that wish would forever go unanswered, wouldn't it?

The vex wished for this to be over, for another death game to start so he could see familiar faces again, yet none of those ever came true. So instead, he wished for death. He was tempted to reach for his sword, and kill himself, there was no other way. There couldn't have been. He was stuck there. If he stayed alive, he'd never make it out, he knew that deep down.

It drove him insane — every little gust of wind that blew the leaves on trees in the distance, only reminded him more of how desolate it really was here. There was no life. He couldn't even recall the last time he heard a bird chirping in the distance — he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a wolf out in the wild, either. He hasn't seen a single sign of life here since the day he won. How long has it even been, anyways? Has it been mere days? Weeks? Months? Scar didn't even know. All he knew was that he was the only remaining living being here. It felt like the end of the world.

He remains sat on the ground, wounds still present, life still intact, as his red hued irises glance into the distance. He notices that the hollow cavities in the ground were still there; he remembers the cause clear as day … he recalls frantically sprinting and dodging The Wither’s projectiles, and looking back? The man genuinely thought he was going to die for good that day, and his whole being really wished he had.

But no, that isn't how things played out, that wasn't the card he had been given — and it hurt. Why couldn't he have died? Why was it him? Was he isolated for this very reason? He had so many questions; ones that would never earn an answer. He wondered where everyone was now. More importantly, he wondered ... if they were all happy without him.

The scarred man pulled his knees to his chest, and buried his face in his arms, all to avoid seeing the sun sluggishly descend beneath the horizon, but it was all in vain. He peeks his head up, and stares, wide-eyed and hopeful; maybe this is the last day I'll be here, he thought. Maybe I'll get to go home now.

But no, the universe was cruel, and the moon mocked the desperate pleas that fell out of his mouth, it taunted him, and so did the sun.

Scar sobbed for what felt like hours, until the moon had finished having its laugh, and here the sun was, hanging above with pride, again.

He cried until his head hurt,

He weeped until his whole being trembled with each sniffle.

He sobbed until he finally made up his mind.

With shaky legs, he stood from his place on the grass, and the wind caught his hair and his flower-lined cloak, almost as if it were to say,

No … stay with me.

But he didn't listen this time, he took heavy steps toward the damned statue that started this endless suffering; and he unsheathed his diamond blade …

What happened next was morbid. A lonely man, driven to his wits end, with a sword forcefully shoved through his abdomen, thick and heavy drops of blood fell onto the ground below him, he tried to keep his oncoming death quiet, to the best of his ability, but he couldn't. He was heaving, pained cries filled the atmosphere, His hands still very much gripping the hilt of the weapon, so much so that his scarred knuckles were pale.

Scar then collapsed to his knees, hands trembling profusely as he pulls the blade out of his stomach. What follows is blood pouring out of his new wound. This was it, wasn't it? He hoped this was the end to the torture he'd endured … he hoped, and hoped, and hoped.

Please be over.

The strength leaves his body rather swiftly, and all he can do is lay on the ground, helplessly, the blood collects in the cracks of the stone beneath him, and it forms a pool that engulfs his being, it stains his skin and attire.

He stays there until the sun sets yet again, for what felt like the hundredth time; The sun feels warm. It's understanding this time, it reminds him of sand and flowers in the desert, and that alone made Scar use what little strength he had left to smile.

And that's when he drifts off. He's now held oh, so gently in the hands of death, and he couldn't be happier.

He has no regrets, if it means not being lonely anymore.

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jhuzen · 1 year

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Me the Waman guy, i love Wamans, happy women's day to all. My Ask would be affectionately asking for M!Reader returning from a mission completely wounded, going to the kitchen, giving a kiss in (Character you feel comfortable writing) and saying he missed her and refusing to let her go

beauty in simplicity [m.reader]

IM SO DANG LATE FOR THE WOMEN’S DAY. BUT BUT HERE IT IS SJAIDMCIWDC. lmao this fic’s process is just me recalling what it’s like to romance the only woman i dated after eating half of the men population because i cannot for the life of me write an m/f in a breeze. good times. ANYWAY. I’M A SIMP FOR THE TRAVELERS. SO I CHOSE LUMINE 😭 except there’s a catch,,, tis abyss lumine <3

𖦹 angst (moderate to heavy), death, fluffy in the end, abyss lumine, fairytale allusions

“Sire, the opposing force have been dealt with.” the Abyss Lector behind you had a hint of somberness in its voice. And even then you can understand why — your current expedition in accordance to the current plan of the Abyss Order did not exactly go off so well. There were vision holders brave enough to fend off you and your comrades.

Though it took their fickle lives away in the end, that did not mean your party suffered some collateral damage. It wasn’t the prettiest battle after all, and as your greatsword stayed planted on the ground littered with gallons of spilled blood from either parties, you can only grieve for your comrades.

“…Okay. Thank you.”

“Shall we get you treated, sire? You’re in quite a bad shape.”

You drew in a deep shaky breath as your long gone adrenaline aided you in feeling the most excruciating pain all over your body. You weren’t a clumsy man on the battlefield, but some of the weaker links had to be protected, and you figured it’s either them or you — and a captain never yields in front of his comrades, nor does he allow them to perish when he’s close by.

But even then you couldn’t find yourself completely able to treat these wounds, allowing them to fester within you like a parasite that gnawed and destroyed your body from the inside out. You’ve had plenty of battle scars already, that much you couldn’t particularly deny — but it’s the sheer fact that today was somehow managed to hit you harder than the most, that there was a blatant realization of the fact that today, you lost many of your men.

You honestly wondered how you can even sleep at night at this point. Your fellowmen, cursed with the eternity of immortality and with you all the same — for centuries you’ve had to witness everything, every death, every betrayal, and every conundrum knock you down.

But you would endure it for her. Your princess. And as her knight, you would do well in not dishonoring her name, you would keep waking up in that accursed morning if it meant you could aid your beloved princess in her mission — even if it meant you had to bear these scars your whole life… until this curse is lifted from you, until you can’t take it anymore.

Your silence was enough to worry the Abyss Lector, you were normally on the move, constantly walking around to check on whoever survived, supervising every little thing, mourning your fallen comrades. But today, you were so quiet, and even the Abyss Lector could barely hear your shallow breathing despite the little distance between the two of you. Concern lingered on your subordinate as you stewed in silence.

“Sire? Shall I carry you to the infirmary?”

Taking one last breath, you shook your head, “No, thank you. Let me bear the wounds that my brethren bled for a little while longer.” Your hand grasped the handle of your greatsword, pulling it out of the ground, with a consistent strength that you could never lose even after the most tiring battles. “It’s the least I could do.”

If your subordinate could openly express himself to you right now, you would’ve seen the way his eyes softened yet gleamed with pride for you. No doubt that the princess choosing you as her champion was not a mistake in the slightest. For the great strength that you bore came with absolute sympathy for the men around you — leading them to victories with your quick-witted strategies and boosting their morales with the glory and valor you emanated.

Truly the princess deserved someone like you.

Slinging the greatsword over the sheath that hung on your back, you finally turned to your subordinate, eyes glinting with determination and persistence like always, “…Alright, let’s get to work. Run me the statistics of all results, I need to see how many survived and how many died, we can base our next counterattack against vision holders from there. Bury the casualties in a grave… as despicable as they are… they still deserve a proper one.”

The Abyss Lector had no problem adhering to your commands as well as everyone else who can still move and do your bidding — and just like that, with the captain up and running again, the Abyss Order was back on its gears, ready to complete the mission.

Out of all the things that happened, you managed to accomplish the mission that was given to you, heading back into the depths of abyss to aid your wounded comrades, still refusing the many help offered to you from your other subordinates. The princess was nowhere to be found, no doubt making some arrangements herself somewhere else. And much after tending to everyone else, you finally found yourself walking back to your own home.

Perhaps there was something relatively odd at the sight of the great captain of the Abyss Order lugging around his greatsword deep in the woods. You should know, considering the fact that the Abyss became your home. But the humanity left in you was enough to convince the larger part of you that was consumed in darkness to retain some form of normalcy, to live like any other human right now, despite being completely ostracized from the society.

Your home was quaint and peaceful, deep enough so that no wandering adventure would stumble upon it. You’ve heard plenty of stories from some others — apparently some of them had the audacity to loot through some villager’s crates and even steal some root crops.

Nevertheless, it was the escape that you sought from your work. You never needed a little abode like this, you were perfectly fine in the depths of abyss, stewing in it, facing any harbinger that might have descended into it and some poor unfortunate soul that stumbled in unknowingly.

But what you didn’t expect was the smoke coming out of that tiny chimney protruding from the roof of your home. And as if there was a switch flipped within you, suddenly you regained your senses and could smell the faint aroma of that familiar herbal tea that you often shared with your beloved princess.

“Ah… she’s home…”

Your pace picked up and entered your home quick, and you were facing the illustrious princess of the abyss — your beloved, the woman you would absolutely die for and only live to ever serve, was there brewing some tea.

Lumine was far into her own world as she basked in the silence of your shared home. Admittedly, she was surprised when she saw that you managed to make enough time to construct a formidable home in the midst of the tasks she delegated on you. And when she was faced with such a place, warmth only managed to spread through, greatly reminding her of her times with her brother.

She had known you far before she woke Aether up, standing in as the personal knight of one of the most prominent noblemen in Khaenri’ah, protecting him and his lonesome self. Many times had she encountered you when she and Dainsleif had to cross blades with you before because of your neurotic employer.

Who would’ve thought that you would end up working under her in the Abyss Order — much less for you to be her most cherished person now other than her brother; with the countless nights she has spent in your arms, limbs entangled with each other and the bedsheets, living through this quiet forest like a carefree couple.

Lumine jolted as she felt a pair of arms snake into her waist, holding her tight. The familiar warmth engulfed her back and she couldn’t help but lean into your tender hold, closing her eyes with a content smile.

Up until she smelled a faint scent of blood — her eyes flew open and looked down to see your arms that embraced her form, your sleeves torn apart and hacked away with dried blood. She grimaced at the sight of your wounds that would no doubt leave yet another mark on your skin.

“Hey…” her soft murmurs reaches your ears and you can feel Lumine’s gentle hands tracing against your forearms, “You didn’t get yourself patched up?”

She never bothered asking if something went south. She’s intuitive, she can infer that beyond your exhaustion, there was somberness in your arrival. And she can only imagine what happened in that assignment that she sent you and your subordinates back on.

She would mourn them for you and with you. They were her comrades too, after all.

You can only stay silent as the bitterness that enclosed your heart gnawed away at your insides like a pest. Your grip around Lumine tightened as flashes of your men dissipating in ashes appear in your mind like a flash of a kamera, drawing in a shaky breath, you can only nuzzle your nose in your beloved’s soft blonde hair, inhaling that familiar scent that never failed to bring you solace.

Lumine pressed herself further into you as she understood your refusal to let go, her hands slithering under yours before bringing them up, leaning down to brush her lips on your wounds into a sweet kiss — it won’t be enough to heal, but it’s enough to make you feel much safer and better.

“Look, the sunset is directly in view of our window,” Lumine calls onto your attention and you were quick to look up from her tufts of hair, your gaze finding itself fixated on the setting sun that peeked through the tiny window of your kitchen. “I believe that’s everyone about to go to sleep with the stars. They’re saying goodbye to their captain.”

A laugh escapes your parched throat, “Don’t make this any sadder, love.”

“I’m not. It’s a resolution,” you can feel her head shift to the side and lean on your shoulder, her eyes glued on your face, “Something that you need.”

You shook your head, “You know me so well.”

“It’d be crime not to after a good five hundred-odd years.” Her laugh tinkled and the pain that you harbored was slowly being alleviated, leaving you completely breathless yet so full of life at the same time. It was why you admired her so much, and why you of all people are willing to go with her until the ends of this god-forsaken world.

“Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up. It’s almost tea time.”

You stilled in your place despite Lumine’s words, staying rooted as you continued to bask in the lovely orange hues that filtered through the windows of your home, head lolling to drop on her shoulder before you pressed a kiss on the side of her neck.

“Just a little while longer.”

“…Until the kettle starts screaming.”

“I can deal with that.”

It’s times like these that can have you forgetting the fact that you weren’t a cursed being, that you weren’t serving under an Order that’s paving a path of vengeance and salvation. It’s as if you were back in Khaenri’ah, back before the cataclysm, back when you first felt your heart thrum against your chest the day you and Lumine clashed blades against each other.

For once, there was peace and tranquility that nestled in your heart.

And even amidst the whistling kettle, that couldn’t stop you from planting a kiss on her forehead, “I missed you, Lumi.”

But even Lumine thought a forehead kiss was a bit too cheap, as she grabbed onto your cheeks pulled your head further down, meeting your lips halfway with a chaste and tender kiss.

“And I, you, my love.”

This is a testament that even fairytales can come true, with the princess and her knight in shining armor finally settling down in a nice home to hold their love and memories with each other.

#I MIGHT MAKE AN ABYSS AETHER VERSION #JASNSIDMAKSMC #genshin impact x male reader #lumine x male reader #traveler x male reader #lumine x reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

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wolfpawzjakey · 11 days

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The posthumous child Jercy with fem!Percy.

She was born at 12 o'clock and 32 minutes at night, she is small and fragile with a loud voice, the midwife carefully passes the baby to her assistant to examine and wash her. Sephis under the influence of a powerful sedative-analgesic mixture, but she understands everything anyway and cries. Tears have become a part of her nature, if she were a nymph and not a demigod, she would have turned into a river long ago. their daughter has just been born, their little girl is here, she still feels the pain of giving birth to her daughter and will take her in her arms very soon. But Jason is not here, he does not hold her hand, does not look at their daughter with tears of joy in his eyes, does not hold her hand and does not tell how much he loves her and how happy he is... Jason is dead, he will never meet their daughter, their girl never had a chance to meet her father, and Sephis will be her only parent. The tears are scalding cold on her hot cheeks and she feels especially acutely the abyss in her heart. When her baby girl is placed on her chest, she feels a searing warmth developing inside her. She has lush honey feathers on her head, a rare scattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but most importantly her eyes, her eyes, are bright piercing, blue, blue, like electricity, like lightning, like the most beautiful thing that ever existed. Doris Lou Jackson looks like Jason and she has his eyes. She presses her lips to the top of their gorgeous daughter's head and cries, mourning their family that was doomed from the very beginning.

Anon plz, ur harming me.

Im not such a fem!Percy Jercy kinda guy (most just cause I’ve never read it or thought about it) but like, the concept as a whole is just like sad and damned.

The exhaustion of losing the most important your life and being another into the world is like living life of this constantly grating and testing seesaw that’s unforgiving in pace. One side of you is now needing to live again because you have this little life that is in your hands now, but the other side is still lost in the grief of losing your other half.

Percy going through this is like kryptonite to me. Percy has been one of my favorites since I was in elementary school and since my creative bones have woken up, making him sad is a hobby. “Fixing” him through bittersweet means like this is torturous but also so fulfilling if you get what I mean?

For your concept, I imagine it would be a daily struggle for Percy. Everyday with a little bundle who makes her struggle with emotions and exhaustion in a way that taxes her more than depression already did pushes her to near exceeding limits everyday, but their little look alike also manages to heal still raw wounds. Even on the worst of days, their baby manages to fix something small within him, to allow some light to crack through that thick darkness that built up after Jason died. The darkness never fully goes away, but for their little one, it ceases to control every aspect of her life.

Huge disclaimer that kids shouldn’t be used as objects of “healing” but there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that kids can heal broken parts of us. I love writings with babies and kids just being exactly what they are and their gardians just being like “wow, I really have to change myself for this kid because I just love them so much. I never thought I could find happiness like this again, blah blah blah” it’s so AAAAAAAA

Thank you for the food anon 🤲🏻🤲🏻

#jercy #jercy fanfic #jason grace #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pjo #hoo #toa #baby au #genderbend #pawz replies #asks

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Maniac [05]

ー The scene starts in the living room of Kino’s manor

Kino: ーー Yeah, yeah. I understand. I’ll send them your way.

...I know. I’ll do well. Talk to you later.

*Tap*

Kino: ...

Yuuri: Kino. That call just now...

Kino: Hmー For some reason the Church is asking for half-dead Demons again.

You heard me, Yuuri.

Go and tell the Ghouls to go find some random Demons which are on the verge of death and hand them over to the Church.

Yuuri: ...I wonder what they are trying to accomplish.

Kino: I’m not sure but I guess they’re doing human experiments? That or they’re trying their luck at cloning.

Well, either way, from the looks of it, things aren’t going all too smooth on their end.

Anyway, I’m counting on you. I’m gonna head out for a bit.

Yuuri: Roger.

ー Kino leaves the house

Kino: ...Huh? Azusa? What are you doing out here?

Azusa: ...

Kino: You know you can’t be wandering around unsupervised.

I hope you realize that I showed my good heart by letting you leave your cell?

Azusa: I know...But I wanted to talk to you no matter what.

Kino-san...Why did you do such a thing?

Kino: ...Such a thing? Did I do anything?

Azusa: I’m asking why you burnt the Vibora Clan to death...!

Kino: ...Because you guys were at the Castle, obviously?

I thought you went to snitch to them.

That’s why I figured that now that the whole Vibora Clan had gathered in one place, I could use the opportunity to get rid of all of them.

I got rid of them before they get rid of me, that’s all. We don’t take any blame.

Azusa: ...

But, I...I didn’t mention you to Zweig-sama...! So why...!?

Kino: I didn’t know that. I mean, that kind of unexpected.

You were being falsely accused of a crime, so it just didn’t make sense to me that you’d try

ー Azusa grabs hold of his collar

Azusa: ーー I��ve never looked at it like that!

Kino: Che...Buzz off!

*Thud*

Azusa: ーー Uu...

Kino: I only did what I had to do.

I’m sure you’re well aware what kind of situation we’re experiencing right now...The Demon World is basically at war.

If you want to put the blame on me that badly, then why didn’t you try and fix the whole mess yourself!,

ーー With that arm of yours!

*Thud*

Azusa: ...Ugh...!

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Yui: ...I wonder where Azusa-kun could have gone?

( Quite some time has passed, but he still hasn’t come back... )

Selection

→ Go look for him

Yui: ( I can’t help but be worried about Azusa-kun. I’ll go look for him right away. )

( His wounds may be almost fully healed, I just can’t leave him alone. )

→ Wait here (❦)

Yui: ( I’m worried, but I’ll wait. )

( I’m pretty sure my past self would have gotten too protective over him...But I want to believe that he’ll be fine. )

ー She can hear a commotion outside

Yui: Hm...?

( It’s awfully noisy outside...? People are aruging? )

ー She walks towards the window

Yui: !? Azusa-kun and Kino-kun...!?

( Also...Azusa-kun is laying on the ground!? )

ー She rushes outside

Yui: ーー Kino-kun, stop!

Kino: Ahーah. What a shame. Ms. Nuisance has showed up.

Azusa: Eve...

Yui: Kino-kun, what did you do to Azusa-kun...!?

Kino: Nothing, really? We were just having a little chat. A fun one, at that.

Yui: ( Fun...? It looks far from fun to me though. )

Kino: ...Why are you looking at me like that? What a pain.

Or rather, I think it’s about time Azusa returns to his cell. Seems like he’s feeling a lot better already.

Yui: Ugh...

If you’re going to lock him up, then I’m going with him.

Kino: Is that so? Be my guest.

Monologue

Once again, we entered the prison cell,

where Ruki-kun and the others had been kept captive.

They all seemed very surprised,

but I believe what caught their attention the most,

was Azusa-kun.

I do not know what exactly he talked about with Kino-kun.

But ever since their argument, he’s been seemingl brooding (思いつめた) over something,

constantly sporting a gloomy expression on his face.

I wonder if perhaps,

Kino-kun said something inconsiderate (余計なこと) towards him?

I honestly had no clue what to say to him,

as he sat there in the corner of his cell,

not speaking a single word.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusamaniac5

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mae-i-scribble · 2 years

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Random thoughts on the orv epilogue part 4/??? AKA: why I will forever believe orv ends happily.

You see a lot of different interpretations of what happens after that hospital door opens, and rightfully so since that’s literally what the authors intend for us to do as readers. After scrolling through all available pages of fanfic for kdj/yjh I noticed that you tend to see imaginings that lean towards that happy ending, even with struggles along the way. Every now and again you’ll see a sort of “bad ending” fic that just dives head first into that depressing what if of kdj never coming back, or coming back but never to be the same. While these are fine and dandy, power to those who write them, personally a happy ending where kdj does come back (if not whole nearly enough to say he truly is whole) and lives his life happily with everyone in the end just fits better with the emotional strokes of orv’s writing.

Orv is about a lot of things, its incredibly fast paced giving us a convoluted plot and numerous characters to meet and watch grow or impact the narrative, its a meta thematic novel on epic proportions. But to me, really and truly, orv is a story about love and is in it of itself a love letter to every story. From the get go orv is a celebrator of stories and their importance to people, the hope and love and power they give people. It’s a narrative paying homage to any and all narratives before it, for their flaws and their triumphs. Beyond stories though, orv is about the love between people, no matter what label is applied, involving each and every one of the cast.

It’s about how kdj, through all his bluster and unreliable narration, can barely remember what it is to give or receive love, or what it means to be genuine, that he’s left fumbling constantly, met with problems his emotional intelligence cannot parce out. About how jihye and the kids become a trio of their own, all them far too young in a world that has made them adults, and how jihye fights to preserve the small spark of innocence those kids have. About how when hyunsung has to save heewon from her own demon he says that he will bear her wrath on behalf of the world, even if it means literally melting as he pushes through her flames to cover her with his steel shields. It’s Jung Heewon falling into despair as kdj leaves her behind again and again because loving a person who values themselves so little is a wound that keeps on growing, pain made all the worse by the fact that kdj means none of it, and would rather nothing happen to heewon, and she knows this, but cannot accept it because that is what her love means. It’s Sangah sacrificing herself over and over again to get their group more information on the future, to protect them in kdj’s place and make sure they all survive. It’s the entire group coming together to teach the kids important skills. It’s kdj waiting at yjh’s bedside after the reveal of ways of survival, for the first time willing to lay everything out on the table and just *talk* to yjh. And when yjh leaves, kdj accepts yjh’s anger and is more than willing to take it all without fighting back until hsy steps in between them. It’s jang hayoung tells dokja that even if you can’t reach at other person, to try anyways, because even the act of reaching out has value, even if it isn’t seen, even if it isn’t heard until it’s too late, it matters. It’s how lee sookyung loved kdj with everything she had, and how that love hurt him more than anything else in the world. About how even when kdj doesn’t consider lee sookyung to be his mother, he still loves her and wants to understand her. It’s how the adoration han myungoh has for his daughter makes him a fundamentally different person. How hades protects persephone until his last breath while persephone plays the ode to their love.

About how kdj saw a world where everything was nearly perfect, everyone was happy even the people he couldn’t save, and couldn’t accept that world because it was one where yjh was unhappy. It’s about hsy taking one look, one fucking look at kdj in that hospital stretcher and realizing that no, he never was lying when he said that ways of survival saved him, and that in turn she had to do whatever it took to make sure he kept living, the world be damned. About how kdj dies at the hands of the person he loves most after fighting yjh over which one of them will be the one to save the other. It’s the way that the 999 round companions travel the worldlines all for the sake of meeting the man who loved them enough to sacrifice everything for them. About how yjh first reacts with betrayal and hurt after finding out that kdj had read about his life, asking kdj why, when yjh is right here in front of him, is kdj still reading. About how yjh then goes on to say that he is the only one who can pass judgement on kdj for enjoying ways of survival, and he has long since forgiven kdj because that is how kdj lived, and yjh accepts that part of him. It’s about how secretive plotter, upon meeting the oldest dream, reacts not with violence but with understanding, and he and the 999 rounds are finally able to be at peace because of it. It’s the way that countless people, not just kdj’s company, went back for another life because they all had things they loved and wanted to save.

It’s about the way that even as kdj is dooming himself to a life of endless dreaming, he wants the people he loves to be happy.

There’s so much love in this novel, such care and loving detail put into describing its many facets and complexities. My rambling here only scratched the moments that I remember most clearly, and even then it wasn’t all of my favorites. In a story so full of love that centers around a protagonist who cannot, for the life of him, even imagine himself living in such a world peacefully, of course I want him to have his happy ending.To love without sacrifice, to love mundanely, simply, and to have all the time in the world to learn what it means. And for his companions, who traveled time and space to bring him home and spent years grieving him, to finally get that chance as well.

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | ... | Part 5 (upcoming)

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shadowycreatormentality · 7 months

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Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 2: Prom Queen

"Maybe I should try harder,

You should lower your expectations"

When she discovered the world of Jujutsu sorcery, Yue was amazed. How else would she react to a world where emotions are used for good but to improve one's abilities? This is her dream job.

This is why she idolises Hideyo so much. Even though they are the same age as her (even a few months younger), they make little to no mistakes in their missions. They also constantly protect her, which is always a nice plus.

"Oh, to be in those arms forever~," She thought to herself before being brought back to reality by a jab at her side. Oh yeah, she was sparring with Miwa.

"Who's the lucky boy, Yu-chan? You were zoning out while blushing for a while?" The swordsman asked with a mischievous look on her face. This only turned Yue's already pink face red.

"I-it's nothing, Miwa-chan."

This only caught the attention of Mai, who is talking to Momo about something related to clothes. "Yu-chan, your face is as pink as your hair. It's no use hiding it now."

"G-guys, it's really not a big deal. It's admiration at most." Yue realized too late that she just gave them more to chew on. The next thing she saw was the three girls getting in her face and asking for details.

"Admiration, huh? Who has my dear junior head over heels for?" Momo continued the teasing with a smug smile on her face.

"F-fine…it's Hideyo."

A long and painful second passed without anyone saying anything.

"HIDEYO?!" Mai exclaimed in shock, "Not that I don't see why you might get into them. It's just that they are the least interested in a relationship. Plus there's whatever they have with Fushiguro-kun. I mean-"

Mai was then elbowed by Momo in a 'hey, stop talking' type of way

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing hehe."

"Come on you two, I literally told you my crush~" Yue pouted making the other three giggle

Miwa decided to save Yue some grace and invited them to her room to hang out to Yue's relief.

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Even before Hideyo walks into Gakuganji's office, they already know what they are here for. It is the main thing they reported about.

That presence they sensed in Osaka was similar to the supposedly deceased Suguru Geto.

They never believed the curse user died because they were with Ieri the entire day after recovering from a sprained arm. That day was just Shoko disposing of the corpses of fallen sorcerers and healing wounded ones.

Not a single mention of Suguru Geto was heard that day in the clinic. They would carry that thought to the grave, mainly for Gojo's sake and sanity.

It also doesn't help that the curse user became a taboo topic in Jujutsu society. He was a special-grade Jujutsu sorcerer known for being respectful and kind to everyone he worked with.

To have him leave Jujutsu High will leave a permanent mark on the school's ever-so-perfect reputation.

"Before you say anything, I will keep my silence. It's better for the both of us, anyways." Hideyo clarified as soon as they opened the doors to his office.

"Good to know we are on the same page, Kurosawa-san." The elder said curtly, "I also would like to inform you that your clan head contacted me. He saw that your combat performance has been plateauing and asked me to relay a message to you."

Dread began to wear into Hideyo to the point they felt their heart tightening. They still kept up their signature poker face even though it was exhausting keeping it up for the entire day for everyone.

"He said, 'Our clan is known for our intelligence, wit and power. Your current progress is beneath our standards. Ask them to stop wasting time on trivial matters and focus on what is important, our clan's future. Do reflect on his words. You are dismissed, Hideyo Kurosawa."

With a nod, Hideyo stiffly made their way out of the office. When they finally closed the doors, they placed their soundproof headphones on their head and walked to their room.

They stayed silent while walking back to their room. And when they entered, they locked the doors and closed the curtains. They even double-checked in case they forgot.

As soon as they felt everything was in order, they slumped against the wall. The courteous filter is long gone, only a thousand-yard stare.

"Fuck," Hideyo breathed out as they buried their head in their hands. Everything felt hazy and numb to them like there was a chain wrapped around their neck.

Not knowing what to do, Hideyo picked up their phone to dial him. The only person they could trust with their problems.

“Hello… Megumi, are you free?”

#black air and black black lungs #Spotify #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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day0walkersdrafts · 7 months

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kinktober day five - restraint

“Goin’ to think you have a crush on me, Wolffe.”

Xavier peels away the gauze from his lip and looks up. Benji seems to have waited for that exact moment to snap the black glove down on his hand and the echo of it sits inside Xavier’s chest, heavy. He stands there, infirmary lights bright against his inky black stain of a silhouette. Benji hadn’t joined them out on the field for this recon mission gone fucking wrong, so he’s not fully tac’d. Shame. But he has that dark cotton shirt, stretching across his chest, his biceps. Keeps his camo pants military tucked into the tops of his boots and those fit just as nice around his thighs.

There’s a moment of pure absolute annoyance and hate that Xavier recognizes Benji’s done something different with his hair. Pulled it back, so it doesn’t fall around his face as much—but black curls have escaped here and there. They make him look boyish and sweet.

Xavier licks his lip, out of habit, or because there’s blood all over his face—regrets it, either way. He winces and that small show of pain makes Benji step forward. The sound of his heavy combat boots is loud. Pressing.

“If you fuck with me tonight, I’m going to actually hurt you,” Xavier swears, muffling himself with the gauze pad. He presses it down tight against the slash across the corner of his lips, the pain making his head go light. Good. It keeps him focused around the medic—he needs focus. On anything other than that one curl that keeps brushing Benji’s eyebrow, teasing him. He knows how much I like his hair. He knew I’d be here after the fight.

“Promise?” Benji practically pouts the word as he takes another step closer.

“Fuck you.”

He slips his hand around Xavier’s wrist. The fact that it’s light and not a hard yank, is what disarms Xavier enough that he’s pliable and easily moved. That’s what he tells himself anyway. Benji gets his hand away from his face to reveal the new wound that’ll likely scar something disgusting. Xavier keeps trying not to think of it, trying not to imagine what he’ll look like with something so garish and cruel.

Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe if he looked a little uglier things would be easier.

“Coulda waited for Rodriguez—wanted my attention bad enough you caught an enemy Ka-Bar to the face?” Benji uses his other hand to tilt Xavier’s head back, presses it to his forehead to keep him where he wants him. His eyes have gone flinty and dark, like a birds. Xavier knew that wounds were a special interest for Benji. Had caught him, on more than one occasion flicking through patient files to look at ones he didn’t personally treat.

“Wasn’t on my best behavior,” Xavier mutters and then feels the heavy oily cold settle in his stomach. He wants to backtrack the statement immediately, because that was Tillman’s phrase for it. A mission went wrong, or someone fucked up, things went FUBAR or someone died. They weren’t on their best behavior, Tillman would say, in his southern drawl. It was such a well known phrase on base that some people used it as a joke—Xavier didn’t. Sometimes it felt branded into his skin.

Benji’s eyes move from the wound up to Xavier’s. It isn’t often Xavier can discern what’s happening behind the medic’s eyes. They are liquid dark and constantly changing, the most beautiful shade of brown he’s ever looked at, especially when light hits them in a certain way—but they rarely ever tell Benji’s secrets. Now isn’t an exception. They’ve changed somehow, but Xavier can’t figure out what that means. Green or red flag, danger or not. His hands shake a little bit.

Then Benji’s finger presses against the slash on his mouth and Xavier’s entire body flinches. The pain explodes immediate, hot and white inside his head and across his face, which had slowly started to numb. He’d started to grow used to that pain and had already filed it away. His hands reach up and snatch at Benji’s waist as he stands in front of him, eyes narrowed to angry, hot slits.

“I’m not fuckin’ kidding, Benji—”

“It needs a butterfly stitch, s’all.” Benji cups Xavier’s cheek and that gesture is so oddly soothing that it makes him deflate. His hands aren’t grabbing any longer, but holding on. He’s sitting there, head tilted back to stare up at the rotten medic, dried blood crusting over his mouth and chin, and thinking, thank you.

Benji’s thumb touches the wound again and makes Xavier jerk away.

“Dickhead,” he seethes, slumping in the chair as the medic turns toward his supplies. For just an instant—so quick that he could only be imagining it, seeing things he wants to see, or making things up because of the pain, Benji has a smile on his face that is softer. That’s just amused, instead of dangerous and sick. But it’s gone so quick that Xavier has to admit, it likely wasn’t ever there at all.

—

The whole procedure takes less than a minute, because Benji is a sick piece of shit, but he’s well trained. No one on base could ever take that from him, no matter how widely disliked he was among others. Or widely liked among some (and Xavier burned at that, a possessive hot coal wedged between his ribs, making him want to close teeth around throats).

It’s the clean up that shocks Xavier, because it’s Benji who does it. He uses a fresh rag, with water and soap. He taps Xavier’s chin with his fingers to make him tilt his head back again and then begins. It’s the most gentle he’s ever been, if the word could even be used to describe Benji. His eyes never stray from his work, never once flick up to meet Xavier’s, who continues staring right at them. Xavier shivers every time he comes close to the wound, but Benji never does more than slowly wash off the dried blood.

When he’s done and the white rag has turned pink, Benji curls fingers into Xavier’s hair. He forces his head to stay just like that, tilted back, staring up.

“Come back later,” Benji says. Later. Alone. After hours. Xavier’s belly floods with heat. The fingers move from his hair, down. They touch his reddened cheekbone, continue further, tap his throat. “Yeah?”

He’s shocked by that, because Benji has a way of being in control. Ordering things happen. Sit, stay, heel. Yeah?

“Yes,” Xavier says in reply, finding his voice breathy.

—

He can’t put together a timeline of how long they’ve been together like this. If together is the right word—it is to Xavier. It feels right, even when it also feels so fucking wrong. But it works in his head; when he thinks of himself and Benji, he thinks together. It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong either, if it’s like two sick dogs in a kennel staring each other down, knowing this is it. They’re still together, in the end. Like a star exploding, sucking in another, right into the black hole so they die at the same time—together.

The funny thing is, they’ve still not fucked.

There’s been opportunity. Xavier comes back to his room sometimes and finds Benji already there, sitting on his bed, leaned back and expectant with a wide slash of a grin. No, they don’t fuck. Benji turns Xavier onto his stomach and does things that make the star explosion metaphor go nuclear. They find each other in empty hallways, or out on the field, covered in blood and keyed up in ways they shouldn’t be (Xavier, shouldn’t be, he shouldn’t like the way their sweat slicked bodies come together when there’s a layer of gore added to it).

But they don’t fuck.

Xavier’s never asked. He thinks sometimes, if he crawled across the bed, if he looked over his shoulder, if he directly told Benji, fuck me, it would happen. But…

Benji’s hands have hurt him plenty—that slap lives in his memory rent fucking free. The cut inside his mouth that healed to a scar, remembers the feel of fingertips prodding, so bad that saliva will pool automatically if he thinks on it. His bruised eye for a solid month took more than a few kisses from Benji that were aimed for pain rather than pleasure. His thumb, earlier that day, digging into the gash in his lip—and yet, when Xavier thinks about it. When he really thinks about it.

Benji would leave him alone, if he ever actually wanted him to. Benji would stop. If Xavier walked into the infirmary, he’d not even need to threaten him, he’d not even need to raise his voice. He’d say, it ends here and now and Benji might pout. Might make that condescending, snide face. Might look lethal and terrifying. But, he’d stop. Xavier knows that, somehow. There is a blanket of safety in realizing that—

Xavier pursues Benji. Wants him. Together. Involved. His choice. Make it hurt, make it feel good after. Xavier’s choice.

So they don’t fuck yet. Because Xavier hasn’t made that choice yet.

—

He is desperately close to that choice now, however.

Xavier breathes heavy, forehead pressed to Benji’s shoulder. His shoulders quiver, his body one tightly clenched muscle. His cock strains against the soft material of his sweatpants—he’d come to the infirmary in his dress down clothes. Benji was still in his military issue pants and shirt. The difference made his mouth dry, head dizzy.

“Good boy,” Benji purrs, making Xavier tremble harder, making him press his forehead harder. Xavier whimpers a bit when a strong, gloved hand takes hold of the zipties holding his hands behind his back. Benji jerks cruelly, making Xavier’s entire body arch—his head falls, his mouth open and panting, wet eyes blinking at the ceiling. He squirms his hips forward so he doesn’t slip from Benji’s lap.

“Look at you,” Benji continues, voice dark and husky. “Had a feelin’ you’d like that, Xavier.” Hearing his name makes him even more supple, his hips lifting and gyrating up in a desperate attempt to make Benji pay attention there to. He doesn’t.

“Fuck you,” Xavier weakly protests, his eyes blinking. He wants to grind back down—the sensation of Benji, hard in his tac pants, was everything. Knowing he was just as aroused, as into this—he can almost imagine being fucked in this position too. Bouncing on Benji, with his hands tied behind his back, looking down into those gorgeous, cruel eyes. But this is fucking fun, he can’t pretend it isn’t.

He continues thrusting his hips back and forth, grinding himself down as hard as he can, with Benji keeping his hands tight behind his back. The mean pull of his body is good. The stretch of him. Xavier tucks his chin down and is shocked to find Benji staring at the outline of his erection in his sweatpants. He’s never been so obvious about it before. He keeps a thin, veneer of control, of making it all seem like a fun game. Xavier can see those dark eyes, hooded and wanting. Watches Benji’s tongue cross over his lip, as if he can taste Xavier there.

“Benji.”

Dark eyes rise to his face. He feels the heat coalesce inside him like a category five hurricane, ripping apart his insides in random acts of fury. Xavier wiggles again and smiles. It’s boyish and sweet, a stark contrast to Benji’s expression, which feels worse than the hurricane. More dangerous, more vicious, more unpredictable. Insanely beautiful.

“Take the clip out your hair,” Xavier softly requests.

For a moment, he wonders if that’s a step too far. If he’ll get shoved off Benji’s lap and left to his own devices to find a way out the zipties and back to his room. There is no way to determine the expression on Benji’s face, no way to figure out what it means, until his hand lifts. He unclips his hair, lets it fall down around his face. He tosses the clip across the infirmary. The skittering sound of it feels like the teeth of a comb being plucked—it’s run right along Xavier’s spine.

He smiles again, wide and toothy and happy. Benji, in response, tightens his hand around the zipties and tugs harsher. Xavier whimpers, hips bucking forward. All at once the tension is released—without Benji’s hand on the ties, he nearly falls backward. He has to use the strength of his abdomen to right himself, pull his upper body forward.

“Make yourself cum,” Benji says, leaning back in the chair. His hands settle on Xavier’s thighs, but don’t move. They don’t even give a tantalizing squeeze. His eyes are sleepy, but bore into him. “Wanna see it, Xavier. Wanna see you get yourself off, yeah? You look fuckin’ pretty when you do it. So fuckin’ do it.”

That throaty, rough command knives into Xavier’s stomach. Punches up inside him and makes his brows slant, his whole body go submissive and loose. He presses his body forward, puts his forehead to Benji’s and begins thrusting himself back and forth. The rubbing sensation of their bodies is so close to enough. He moans and whimpers on every harsh dig of his hips forward, his body rolling back and forth. He pants breathy and soft against Benji’s face.

“Please,” Xavier begs. His eyes flicker across Benji’s face. That dark unknowing chasm closes a little. He sees a reflection of desire that is so bright it almost hurts. “I want to kiss—”

His hair is snatched, black gloved fingers winding through red strands. He’s yanked in for it. Their mouthes crush together. The cut on his lip reopens painfully, but Xavier doesn’t even care. He can barely feel it, with the way hes thrusting himself back and forth, frantic and hard now. Their lips part, tongues sliding together, filthy and messy. Xavier moans loudly and hears Benji’s echo. The kiss is hungry and devouring and nasty, their heads twisting back and forth. Xavier can barely keep himself upright, his hands numb and cold with the restraint. His shoulders burn with it.

It feels so good.

Benji’s hands clasp around Xavier’s ass, dragging him in tighter. He’s rough with it, his hips digging upward. Together, now, they roughly thrust against one another. Xavier realizes he’s speaking into the kiss, asking for more, begging desperately for it, blood from his cut slipping between their tongues. He licks hungrily at the inside of Benji’s mouth.

“C’mon, Xavier,” Benji’s harsh, deep voice brings him closer and closer still. “Xavier.”

The orgasm pulls him open, makes him slump across Benji. Wet tears spill out his eyes, his entire body shivering. He can’t catch his breath, shoulders shaking. Xavier makes a soft, pathetic sound as his hips give tiny stutters, work himself through the end of his release. He closes his eyes, blood dripping off his chin. He buries himself into Benji’s neck and feels oddly safe for a moment. Like a tiger has settled over top of him, claws outstretched, painfully dangerous to everyone near it. Including him.

He feels hands touching his face, angling it up. Benji’s warm, flat tongue licks the blood trail from his chin up to his mouth. He trembles and parts his lips to invite him back in.

—

“Is it going to scar?” Xavier asks. He’s freshly changed into a new pair of sweatpants from the supply closet. He looks at himself in the hand mirror, face tilted so that angry red gash is all he can see. His stomach turns cold at the thought of it.

“Somethin’ wrong with scars?” Benji asks, tapping his own, across his eye. It’s gnarled and messy, like someone hadn’t patched it right—but it doesn’t make him less handsome. Not to Xavier, anyway. He swallows and looks back to his own reflection.

“Don’t be so vain.” Benji snatches the mirror and cracks it down on the desk. It shatters, pieces scattering bright reflective everywhere and makes Xavier jump in surprise. “You’re more than a pretty face.”

A shard from the ground is cracked enough to have both their reflections in it. Xavier stares for a long moment before leaning in to try and kiss Benji one last time. He gets a hand to his face, pushing him away.

“I just fuckin’ put that stitch back on.”

“You suck.”

“You wish,” Benji replies, making an obscene gesture with his hand and turning on his boot.

#xavier #benji #xavier x benji #evil bastard au #oh to return to these slimy bastards

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