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hoony2k · 10 days

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Call me Lovesick?

Tending to their significant other who's unwell due to flu season. How would they do it?

Pairing: hyung line

Genre: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 1282 (total)

Warnings: mentions of sickness (throwing up).

Note: hii <3 hope everyone's been well! I had this marinating half complete in my drafts, I had forgotten about it. but here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Heeseung:

He'd get so worried about you but at the same time, he's kind of giddy because he gets to take care of you even more than usual.

Tucks you in and helps you to the washroom even if you can stand. Will ignore your protests and continues to help, "I know you can but I'm here aren't I?"

Can not stop himself from brushing your hair out of your face and hand-feeding your soup, gently blowing on it. Tries the airplane hack and you give him a deadpan look but he laughs at his joke.

Definitely pulls the "I told you so card" every time you try to avoid medicine or eating because you feel too sick to do anything.

"I told you eating ice cream during a snow storm was a bad idea". "maybe there's a reason people don't eat from sketchy hidden vendors even if the prices are cheap!"

But either way, when he's not nagging your ears off, he's being the sweetest bf ever.

Very observant about your condition, and constantly checks your temperature to see if you're improving or not.

Entertains you by sharing silly childhood stories, messages the boys sent and sings you to sleep with his honey voice.

Rubs your back to help you sleep, the warmth that radiates from him is so soothing.

Jay:

For a second he's shocked that you're sick...like on his watch? How was he careless? 🤨

Activates his inner nurse and tends to you like a newborn kitten and you have to tell him to calm down. (even if you like the treatment and attention).

Makes you warm broth soup, thick creamy soup, rice porridge, slices sweet apples, ginger lemon grass tea and you wonder if you should get sick all the time if it’s going to be such a healthy and delicious experience.

It doesn't matter if you can't taste the flavours properly.

Places a trash can nearby with a tray of mouthwash and tissues in case. He wants to be prepared for anything!

Doesn’t allow himself to sleep unless you fall asleep first and ensures you lay on your side rather than on your back.

Tries his hardest to calm your humiliation when you throw up because it's normal! “Nothing to be ashamed about!” He keeps reminding you he doesn't see you differently even at this moment of vulnerability. Makes him instantly 100x more attractive.

Jay is a major act of service guy so when he’s not tending to you, he’s mentally planning ahead -> prepping your next week's outfits/irons them for when you get better soon, makes small portions of your favourite food and stores them in your fridge because he knows you’ll be on low energy even when you get better. Cleans the apartment for you.

Is so patient with you. During tantrums to avoid medicine he'll bribe you with kisses and if that doesn't work he'll just crush the tablet if you can’t swallow it to add in your food, becomes 100x times more creative. Though he sighs a lot he means well as he bribes you with juice as compensation for the disgusting taste. 😭

Jake:

So worried that the crease between his eyebrows doesn't leave until you recover. Each time you cough, his pout deepens and it's the cutest thing ever.

He hates how much pain you're in and wants to take it away, wants to endure it in your place but that's not possible so he pulls out his phone to search for the best ways to deal with sick loved ones.

Uses Wikihow, he does not care because your health comes before looking desperate. Willing to do every thing by the book until he sees your discomfort and almost...almost gives in but you need to eat to get better!

It kills a part of him when he forces you to take medicine or when you shiver as he wipes your heated arms/forehead with a wet cloth.

“I know it’s cold but you’ll feel so much better soon. I promise”.

He fears something awful will happen if he turns away so he never leaves your side even when you sleep. It's so comforting to wake up to his loving presence.

His eye bags are a depressing sight but Jake is stubborn and claims that he wants to do these things for you, it’s bittersweet but it’s love.

Massages your shoulders and legs to lull you into a deep sleep, hopes you might recover faster if your body recharges.

There are moments when he tries to cook a sick dish he’s never cooked before and it turns out awful. He can’t have his baby eating that so he whips up soup he’s made before and anticipates your reaction.

Tries to hand-feed you but gets too giddy and shy, covers his face with his hand when you make eye contact and you near yelp as he tilts the spoon. Never again.

Watches your favourite shows you’ve missed out on and narrates the episodes to you, there’s no way he’s letting your burnt-out eyes get a hint of screen that isn’t your text messages/calls. They’re more important than a show you can watch later.

Despite your worries about infecting him, he pulls you to rest on his chest as he plays with your hair and talks about all the places, he wants to take you out to in the future.

SUNGHOON:

He tries his best to convey an image of rationality but internally he’s panicking losing each sane fibre of being.

Can NOT stop thinking about horrible situations so he needs a small session where he's alone and hyping himself up and pretends safer and happier scenarios.

After that he immediately switches and becomes the poster caretaker, literally knowing exactly what to do.

Sunghoon pays keen interest to your expressions and body language, waiting for the next sign of discomfort or pain.

As an elder sibling, he has the urge to protect and has taken care of others before so this isn’t anything new but, it’s you. It’s not a friend or a family member, it’s the love of his life who needs his attentive help so, he has to approach you like you’re made out of glass.

Reminisces of days when he took care of his sister and almost tore up and you ask him what the hell was wrong and he's like "Oh how fast time flies by" like ??? Ok

Already had a cabinet stocked with flu/allergy medicine so he doesn’t need to worry about leaving you alone and buying medicine. Sunghoon would try to avoid strong medicine until it’s advised by a doctor. Definitely tries home remedies his parents used on him during his sick childhood years.

A firm believer in soul food healing so he orders it or makes it often.

Thinks back to all the ways this could have been avoided and the what-if situations make him recall all the fun you two would have together. Instead of sulking, he gets motivated to work harder to ease your pain.

Cramps? A heating pad is available. Back hurts? Will massage the pain away. Head and eyes hurt? Be ready to get serenaded to sleep by his voice.

Although he understands the importance of checking up on you, he knows how irritating it is to constantly hover around someone. So in instances where Sunghoon, can feel that you’re overwhelmed or want privacy, he’ll leave the room and do whatever he usually does. He’s ready to wait until you’re emotionally recharged and call for his company.

When Sunghoon returns, he’s beaming with a bright smile and a story to tell you.

Sickness or not, he’s still big on affection and ignores your worries for him as he hugs you, touches you or kisses your cheeks.

thank you for reading!

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moonys-love · 1 year

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Howdy Pillar Headcanons :D

be aware this is my first time writing on tumblr so if its a tad odd in some places, i apologize :))) i should be doing my math work i missed or sleeping but guess what i wont

cw: staring mentions (?), howdy being cheesy, i think that's it? ( i do not know how to tag stories)

(look at the funky man!!)

Dating Howdy!!

i just KNOW this man loves to give hugs from behind

everytime you're doing literally anything that has you with your back exposed, he's going to pick you up

you could be in the middle of cleaning and next thing you know four limbs are wrapped around you and you're being picked up

he is both big spoon and little spoon, ignore the fact that he's like 7 foot/213 cm

if you don't like being hugged/touched, that's fine! he likes to make sure that you're comfortable with how he shows affection.

instead of hugging you, he tends to move things around to make it more accessible for you (especially if you enjoy cooking/baking, there are a lot of things in the howdy-sized cabinets but not the y/n-sized cabinets)

sometimes he does purposefully move things out of your reach to have you call him over for help so he can come bother you >:)

that is until you learned that you can climb on the counters... (as someone who is short, this is in fact the most effective way of getting things [dont do this])

he loves holding hands with you! regardless of whether you're in public or at home, he enjoys making sure that you don't get lost /j ("Its hard to see you all the way down there, neighbor!")

he is also a big fan of pinky holding <3

i hc him to have some anxiety issues, so this is a big reason why he enjoys holding hands/pinkys

it's become a big way to help him calm down, and if you start rubbing shapes (?) into his hand it makes things a lot better (he does it to you too <3)

after a long day at the bugdega (bodega? I've seen someone call it that so I'm calling it that bc it's funky!), he will fwump literally anywhere it is convenient for him to do so

let's just hope you're not on the couch/bed because you are a candidate for him to do so! (good luck)

he constantly is making sure that you're ok, mentally and physically! he is a great listener, and he gives great advice too.

everytime you try to help him out at the bugdega, he CANNOT focus

he will literally stare at you for ages until either you or a neighbor points out he's doing so ("howdy, are you ok?" "huh- oh yeah! it's just that you're really pretty...")

he also gives you an 100% discount if you agree to a kiss

either he's really cheesy, or he's reciting poetry to you, there is in fact, no in-between

"i love you berry much! *holds out a strawberry*"

"If i was to be given the option of eternal life, i would turn it down, for a life without you is not one worth living."

all in all, your relationship is berry sweet!! (help i regret writing that)

Being friends with Howdy!!

if YOU have chaotic energy, HE has chaotic energy

he could be cheerfully having an exchange with julie to chanting "thief" to wally in the corner with you (art idea??? might make this)

howdy is great at adapting to your current mood! if you're being funky and all gremlin-like, so is he! if you're tired or sad, he makes sure to give you your time and space to talk if you want!

regardless of this, he does give mother-friend energy

not in the sense of like making sure you're sunscreened, but just looking out for you and making sure you're ok :O)

he LOVES to spook you. regardless of how tall he is, he is in fact, great at sneaking around!

he is also good at being quiet on his feet, which does not end well when you're in the middle of doing something

i feel like he is genuinely a sweet guy, but when he's with friends, he's a totally different caterpillar

if tiktok existed then, you would constantly point at him and say "caterpillar" in that voice (y'know the one from the audio that everyone draws frank spying on howdy with [i absolutely love that audio])

HE KNOWS ALL OF THE GOSSIP OOH JUST YOU WAIT

"did you hear? frank and eddie are finally dating!" "HAH WALLY OWES ME HIS APPLE SUPPLY"

wally is definitely a part of your guy's shenanigans btw it's canon I'm howdys hat

if howdy needs something delivered (most likely wallys hairspray/apples) and eddie isn't available, he asks you! you're practically a second employee so you might as well ahshefs

you still get an 100% discount, since you know, you're kinda working there so that's fabulous!!

he's practically your babysitter at this point i just kinda imagine y/n being one of the leash kids

he can and will throw you on top of his shoulders, you think he's not buff under those sleeves? he has to carry around literal HUNDREDS of apples for wally pretty much everyday

i feel like he likes making things with his hands (I'm really projecting here arent i)

HE LIKES MAKING TINY THINGS OK OK GLAD WE CAN AGREE

random little figurines or things you enjoy will just appear. you have little to no clue where they came from but that's fineee

he knows some of the most obscure things, either about you, or anything really

he loves hearing people infodump about anything! he loves learning new things about people's special interests :D

at the end of the day, he appreciates being your friend so much! he's so glad he got to meet you <3

i am very tired so im probably going to sleep now!! i really liked making this but headcanons are not, in fact, my strong suit. requests are open, i would love to write some more for welcome home!!

#moony writes!!#im incredibly tired but i really wanted to get this out so here it is!#howdy is a funky little guy <3 #howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar headcanons #welcome home #welcome home show #welcome home puppets #welcome home puppet show #tumblr #writer #writers on tumblr

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Hi! if requests are still open can you do parental Aizawa with prompt 15 of the soft family section?

Hello! Yes, requests are still very much open, I've just been very busy and haven't had much time to write during the day. So I'm very sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy despite the time it took ( ˶ˊᵕˋ)

Sounds of Sorrow

Welcome! - Request rules (if you'd like me to write for you) + A little info about me (⁠^⁠^⁠)

▶ Characters: GN (gender neutral) Reader and Father! Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: Time has never been on your side. You've always been counting down the minutes until your father might up and leave you, but Aizawa thinks otherwise. He just needs you to understand.

▶ Word Count: ~ 4229

▶ Warnings:

- Talk about quirk orphanages (something I made up)

- Mentions of abuse, kidnapping, trauma (and it's related PTSD), death, mental illness, and so on

- Reader has a mental breakdown

➤ Request:

"I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

How long had it been?

Time was always promised to heal your wounds unconditionally, always promised that you'll indefinitely feel better as time grew. This promise felt as though it was under the same umbrella of that of a snake oil salesman trying to sell his "cure-all" while being blanketed by the shade of a grim alleyway.

But, nevertheless, you sat and waited. You endured every nightmare, every flashback, every flinch and twitch and imaginary breath down your neck, fully believing not enough time had passed and so that was why you were still the way you were.

But, now how long had it been?

So much time had passed that the people who always spoke those promises to you had backed down upon seeing your tormented state, writhing in the agony of your own subconscious. And it upset you.

You were constantly in pain, but at least you had something to look forward to. The future where you could possibly be normal and happy burned atop your mind, fueling your legs to move everyday and keeping your heart pumping and lungs breathing. The pain was endured even though it was horrible misery, but to you, if it meant it would be gone one day then you'd suffer the torment.

So that's why when you realized that it was never going away and that those people were just saying things, life suddenly lost all its color and the bubbling memories raged as they burned and broiled all the way to the top of your mind, filling your world entirely with the past. You weren't a fighter, you were meek and cowardly, and so the dark emotions and thoughts would always go out of control, no restrictions or opposing forces to hold them back.

Currently lying on the couch of the living room, it was all you could do as your energy was now unpredictable, leaving you either shaking in paranoia of the shadow you saw earlier, or draining you and leaving you to succumb to the devoid atmosphere created by your mind.

Currently in the latter, you had moved yourself to the couch since you remembered it always made your father upset to see you lying in bed all the time. Not angry upset, but rather sad upset. You could always see some dark emotion swirling behind those somber dark pupils of his, but he would never clue you in on to how he was feeling, always focusing solely on you instead.

It felt a tad embarrassing, to be so dependent on someone to help you get through life because you can't do it on your own. Although it made you feel guilty for being so dependent on him to take care of you when your depression reared its ugly head, you found that you couldn't do anything about it whether you wanted to or not. Too drained to move, if you lived alone then you knew you'd probably have already died by lack of personal care.

You didn't know why, but you felt as though you were burdening this man that had so kindly taken you in. He took you in when you were at your worst and absolutely needed it, and how did you repay him? By having him work extra hard to care about your health and safety, by constantly worrying and saddening him with your depression, by taking up so much time in his busy life that he gets little to no sleep, and so on and so forth.

So, maybe you did know why after all.

It still hurt.

Thoughts started flowing in your mind, the steady stream picking up pace and beginning to form what looked to be a violent torrent. Crashing waves paired with the violent drag of the water threatened to pull you in and fully submerge you in the river of dark thoughts.

'Maybe you were better off gone, no need to further be a burden'

'A kind soul takes you in and you simply serve to batter and bruise it with you presence '

'What good do you even give?'

'He'll lose interest soon, nobody will stay somewhere giving all they have only to gain nothing but loss of materials and time '

'One day, he might just abandon you on the side of the road, all because you can't help but take up everything he's got'

Shaking, you clutched your head and burrowed your face into the soft back of the couch, warm fresh tears beginning to make their way down your face as the thoughts pummeled you with their cruel words. What hurt was most of them made sense to think about, and it only served to fill your guilt more than ever.

And you stayed like that for who knows how long. Laying limp and letting the thoughts hurl their callous statements at you. It hurt, but you couldn't do much about it, too drained to even get up from where you were laying. All you could manage was being able to pull the blanket you had wrapped around you earlier up your torso a little further, making it engulf you a little more.

The tears never stopped, and you understood that once again time wasn't on your side as it never helped with anything when needed. Little sobs grew to light wails, tears furiously pouring down your face and body racked with shaking and shivering, a hiccup or two cutting off the sound for a split second every now and then.

All of a sudden, light footsteps were heard dashing rapidly in your direction, but your paranoia was muffled by the sorrow that poured from your soul.

Before you knew it, two large warm hands were gently prying the blanket from your death grip, and then softly coddling your head as they turned you around to look at whoever was behind you.

You met eyes with your adoptive father, and once again, as you saw the worried look across his face all the horrible thoughts began to make sense, causing you to cry even harder and Aizawa to engulf you in his arms as he tried to gently move around you to sit with you on the couch.

His hair was still damp from the shower he just took, and it looked like he didn't finish completely drying himself before dashing out of his bathroom upon hearing your heart wrenching wails coming from the living room.

It was a fatherly instinct, to drop everything regardless of its value or importance and immediately aim to soothe the pain of his little one (despite how old you are, you'll always be his little one to him).

Because to him, it was as if he could feel your pain right alongside you. He may have not known what was the cause of your tears, but it still pained him to see them running down your face and be the cause of an unknown ache- whether that ache came from the body or the mind, it didn't matter as he just wanted to do anything he could to soothe you from it.

And so that's why he found himself in his current position; cradling you in his arms in the spot you were previously laying, holding you and trying to soothe whatever was troubling you.

The blanket was still wrapped around you, but even though it was a bit awkward to work around that still didn't deter Aizawa. He ran his hands along your back, hushing and cooing at you to help your tears come to a slow.

Pushing back the unruly hair that made its way in front of your darling face, he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead as you were starting to come to, the tears slowing and your crying turning from wails to little sniffles and hiccups that still jabbed him in the heart regardless of the intensity.

Once he thought you were back enough, he decided that now was the time to question what might have been the cause of your tears. He wasn't looking for an answer if you didn't want to give one, all he wanted was to know what to do to get rid of the pain that hurt you so.

He held you closely, your head laying against his chest as the warmth and the sound of his heartbeat soothed you in a way. Your face was still wet with the trails of tears and it was accompanied with puffy, red splotchy eyes and unruly hair that seemed to have a strand flying in every direction known to man.

Yet, as Aizawa looked at you, none of that even mattered to him, because through it all he saw his beloved little baby. The little imperfections you struggled to deal with were his favorite aspects of you, because it helped to serve him an image that was made entirely of you, real and existing without a template. And when you were gone, those memories helped him find little bits of you in things that he previously wouldn't have payed any attention to.

Like, for example, how you hated the way your hair looked at times. And once when Aizawa had to leave for the store once not too long ago, he noticed a little character on a ramen box that had a similar hairstyle in the exact way you didn't like yours (he ended up getting it because it got a chuckle out of him). Or how while he was walking to work once, he noticed a man walking in the streets with nearly the exact same limp as you did when you were too tired.

The little things that you didn't like were in the end what made you... You. And Aizawa loved you unconditionally, little imperfections and all. Theoretically, you could run out of your room one day and state that you believed aliens were real and they were coming to harvest people's kidneys, and he'd still love you the same regardless.

So that's why he strived to end the pain that constantly tormented you, wanting nothing more than to choke out the flame of dark thoughts that only existed to feast on your suffering.

Once, at a time in Aizawa's life when he was still struggling to find himself and his place in the world, he ran into a little child all by themselves on the street. No one seemed to even spare a glance at this child, the crowd simply walking around them with cruel apathy and empty hearts. The kid was so little, so fragile looking that Aizawa was worried that even a single gust of wind would be able to knock them down.

He didn't know why a child would be by themselves all alone in the city at night, nor did he know why nobody was even bothering to ask them if they needed help. But nevertheless, he still did what he thought was best. He went up to them and asked them about their parents, their life, if they needed help, and so on.

Imagine a young Aizawa's horror when he realized that this child was a survivor of a quirk orphanage.

When quirks made their way into society, many sick bastards were able to find ways to profit off of them, and human trafficking and organ harvester crimes rocketed up the charts as heroes and police officers tried to find any way to put an end to the explosion of what was deemed a new marketing potential.

And one of these 'investments' were quirk orphanages. A cruel place of business where children without any parents to care for them and also had a potentially powerful quirk were normally the biggest targets of these corperations. Sometimes the child's parents were set up to be murdered just for this sake of 'business'.

They would steal the child's quirk, or if it was irremovable, then they would be forced to work until they couldn't any longer. And then the child would be disposed of, and another would be brought in.

It was a cruel cycle that had unfortunately gained an alarmingly large reputation among the groups of villains that corrupted the town, and it seemed as if everytime one was closed and shut down then two more popped up. It was easy money, especially for those heartless villains that didn't seem to have any other care in the world other than how much their wallet weighed.

You were so young that you didn't even remember what your quirk was, having it taken from you only a week after it developed. Somehow you were able to escape after a riot formed between the villains and the older kids who still had their quirks. And so, instead of fighting, you did what was the only thing on your mind: you ran.

The streets seemed so bright, and the taste of freedom was like honey upon your tongue when you first breached the orphanage's gates alongside some other kids. But the outside world was nothing but even more cruelty waiting for fresh new faces to consume. Half the group spilt off as food was scarce, and the police couldn't help much with too many cases such as yours piling onto them.

You never saw that group again as they got onto a different bus in hopes of finding someone out there to help, and eventually the kids left in your group started to disappear one after another, all having previously promised to take care of you since you were the youngest. Too bad they broke that promise, but you couldn't blame them. Food and clothes were hard to find, and any mouth other than the one on your face wasn't guaranteed anything to eat.

And that's how Aizawa found you, at the ripe age of 19 during one of his first patrols on his own. Seeing a sniveling, grimy, bruised child all by themselves huddled in a box in a dark alleyway certainly wasn't something that he was prepared to run into. But still, he took you to the police station in the end.

It was originally his plan to drop you off and hope that the police would sort things out, but when the officers were discussing on what to do with you he felt you cling to the pants of his hero outfit, and upon looking down he met eyes with your teary expression, face dirty and red while swollen tears ran down your little cheeks.

And something changed in him that day. Before he knew what he was doing, suddenly he was trying to convince the older officers that he, a young inexperienced boy who had no idea who this child was, was suitable for taking you in. And surprisingly, they allowed it right away.

So that's why looking at your teary face on moments like these gives Aizawa a special type of sting, it hits him low and hard because no matter how much time passes he'll always remember that sudden change in his demeanor. And he'll always remember the small, scared child that clung to him so desperately out of fear of what might happen to them.

Sighing somberly to himself at the memory, Aizawa noticed that your crying had finally come to a stop, and instead you were clinging onto his shirt while shaking slightly. Rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you, he leaned back and tenderly used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the wet trails that still stuck to your cheeks.

"You feeling better?" He asked, taking caution to keep his tone soft while you were still in a vulnerable state.

Upon feeling a slight nod of your head Aizawa relaxed some of the tension that ran through his body, allowing himself to lean back into the couch while still holding you in his arms. He fondly ran one hand through the locks of your hair while the other was constantly kept wrapped around you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, the tired pro began to think about how he could ask you what was wrong without it feeling too forced or too sudden, but you ended up beating him to it.

"I'm sorry.."

Upon hearing your apology, Aizawa shook his head. "No, there's nothing to be sorry for", shaking his head once again, "nothing at all".

You soon began to shake, and Aizawa prepared for another bought of tears, fearing he might accidentally fall with you as he can't stand the sight of your pain.

"No!" The sudden outburst caught the both of you off guard, and in your panic you tried pulling away from the man, but unsuccessfully as Aizawa gently held you in place.

"No?.."

The split second of silence was deafening, but it was quickly filled regardless.

"I just- ... I just... " You didn't know how to properly phrase the thoughts in your head, and it ended with you shoving your face back into Aizawa's chest, his arms immediately wrapping back around you as he sensed you were becoming overwhelmed.

"J-just- Just.. don't wanna-.. see you g-gone.. or be a bu-burden..". Your voice came out muffled due to the fact that you were refusing to face the world and instead opted to hide away in the arms of your father, but he still understood you anyways.

Aizawa's expression softened as he breathed out in saddened exasperation. Now he was finally starting to piece things together; you thought you were taking up too much time or space in his life. But that couldn't have been any further from the truth.

"..."

Upon receiving nothing from the man but silence, you started to quiver in his arms, fearing for the worst as the cruel thoughts began mocking and berating you just as they had done moments earlier.

"I don't ever want to hear you say you're a burden again."

He started it slow, as if he was still testing the way the words came out, ending it with a complete flip in attitude when he confidently stated it, as though he was cemented down in his decision and was thoroughly ready to shoot down any opposing views.

"But-"

"No." Such a simple word, yet it still held behind it such a heavy force that beared the weight of the words that he planned to speak, the wave of emotions and hidden thoughts behind it almost too much for such a lonely word to bear.

Aizawa clenched his jaw, a pained expression gnawing at his features. Despite his face holding such as exasperated and angered expression, the profound sadness in his eyes gave away the true merit of his mind.

"You've been with me how long? I'd say about 10 years, correct?"

Confused on how to behave in compliance to his odd reaction, you numbly nodded your head, wondering where he was planning to go.

"10 years...", He leaned back, reveling in the pleasant memories that came to his mind when he thought about all the things he got to do with you.

"That's a decade of me getting to watch you grow up. A decade where I got to help you learn how to get through with life, a decade where I got the honor of being your father ..." He paused, seemingly getting lost in thought as he looked idly behind you, before turning to look back at you having once again hidden your face in his arms.

His expression softened further as a gentle rush of fond memories began to make their way through his mind.

Lazy mornings going shopping in your guys' pajamas, holding you up so you can put the star on the Christmas tree, watching you run around in your new kimono on child's day, taking you all the way to Tokyo since you loved it so much and it seemed to bring the biggest smile he's ever seen reach across your little face... And so many others.

Burden... Oh how he loathed the word. It exacted from him a dormant rage that he had never been aware of boiling and seething inside of him. But oh, how he wanted to erase the word and it's meaning clean from your mind. And fill the empty spot with even more cherished memories instead.

He continued looking down at you with a tender expression, one of longing and fatherly affection. Softly nuzzling the top of your head with his free hand, he gently pried your face from his arms so that he had you facing him.

"Tell me, during those 10 years, did you ever regret getting taken in by me? Did you ever wish you were taken in by another family? "

Startled by his questions, you thought that you had given him the wrong idea, that instead of you thinking of yourself as a burden he thought he was the problem. Truth be told, Aizawa knew what he was doing. He's a smart man, so of course he's going to try to find a solid way to get you to understand his point of view and what he wants you to know.

"Ehh?! No! No, it's not that! I just- I just-"

You started getting teary eyed again and Aizawa cut you off before you ran yourself dry with a kiss to the side of your head.

Pulling back, he continued.

"So you don't regret how your life turned out?" He said, trying to get you to look him in the eye, but failing due to your uncooperative demeanor, "You see, I feel the exact same way. Just asking you those questions hurt. Do you know why I asked them in the first place?"

Dumbfounded once again, you dumbly shook your head in response to the odd questions he was asking you. You wanted to know where he was going with this, as everytime something like this happened, he'd always have a new answer, one that was always somehow deeper and more profound than the last.

Aizawa wasn't finished, and this time he wanted to get his answer to hit somewhere deep and prominent, to have it so that not a single piece of guilt could shred your determination, nor a single dark thought to tear away at your resolve. He just wanted to help you be happy without fear or guilt, for you to be truly relaxed without paranoia breathing upon you, and for you to simply enjoy what life held without feeling weighed down by all the past packages that consumed your mind everyday.

"Because- and I want you to hear me loud and clear- I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

And with his words stated quite clearly, he waited for your response. Although he knew what he thought and how he felt, Aizawa clearly understood that you didn't, and that was the main root of all your worry and fears of abandonment.

Silence filled the room, the tension weighing down the previous sounds and words said. Smaller sounds were able to be heard from around the house, but Aizawa was completely focused on you. He was mentally preparing himself for any opposing remarks, questions, or debates, knowing all too well that you were like an object being used by your terrible thoughts and paranoia. Oh, how Aizawa had developed a deep hatred for something that didn't even physically exist.

Nothing was said as you sat there in your father's arms, trying your best to make what your could of the situation. It was an all out clash of thoughts as you began to absorb more and more of his words. The dark thoughts, crying out their terrible song and attempting to drag you down with their sharpened claws, versus the firmly planted words of your father (that you knew right away the man wasn't going to debate).

Nothing was said, but it wasn't needed as your actions spoke soundless words and cried in silent pain.

Aizawa was watching you carefully, you knew that the whole time as it was a habit of his, never daring to take his eyes off of you (the tired pro had his own fears and paranoias to battle himself).

Silently, tenderly, you seemed to make a decision as Aizawa watched you slowly look up at him, shyly making eye contact for the first time in ages. And with that, the tense barrier was broken as you lunged forward, hugging him as tightly as your arms could hold. In a matter of milliseconds, Aizawa's arms met yours immediately, wrapping you up in a just at tight hug (though, he had to be careful in order to not cause you any harm with his strength).

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Aizawa knew that though this conversation wasn't the last of many, but he was glad that you both had stepped forward together.

And that's how your night went, both of you content in each other's arms as your paranoia was snuffed out by the brighter and hotter flame that was of your father's devotion to loving and caring for you.

Just this once, your sounds of sorrow weren't given the right of way, and for that you knew you owed your father a "thank you".

A/N:

Once again, I'm very sorry for the delay! I promise I'm working on the asks that were sent to me, I try to write when I can, even if that means at least a sentence or two a day if that's all I can do.

If anyone is interested in this becoming a whole story, I can gladly write out the reader's and Aizawa's background! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Thank you all for reading, feel free to request at anytime, and I hope you all have a wonderful day! ‪ ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

年2023/月02/日19

#Copycat Writes #boku no hero academia #bnha aizawa #my hero academia #aizawa shōta #dadzawa #aizawa x daughter reader #my hero academia fanfic #bnha #mha #Eraserhead #my hero academia fluff #aizawa comfort #mha fluff #boku no hero #boku no hero fanfic

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sunmoonstarsflowers · 2 years

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Intuitive Reading: What makes you a Badass?

[ I hope you'd resonate with my message and if you don't, it's alright, perhaps there's another message coming for you.,

I'm not a professional and this is strictly for entertainment purposes, please don't use it as an alternative to any kind of professional advice. If you're actually going through something, it would be better to contact a professional.]

Choose a gif that really attracts you or calls to you:

Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

Pile 1

You're elegant and the biggest strength is that you believe in yourself even after phases of self doubt. It's builds up and it gets better everytime you feel like you're falling. Someone who'd look deep into your eyes would be able to tell that you're fearless. Again, you might fall but you stand up again and you stand up stronger. Do you have Saturn in 5th or Chiron in 5th? You give me 5th house vibes and also, Libra and venus. You should believe more in your beauty. You're crazy beautiful and talented. Moreover, if you don't believe in your talents and beauty, I know you have great potential to build your confidence in them and to enhance them. Also, sometimes people might doubt you, which would make you doubt yourself. I get that's your energy right now. You'll start feeling like the gif I used for Pile 1 after some time, like a month. You should be focusing on yourself, your hobbies, things you've been putting off since some time. Do what you were once good at and believe in that version of yourself. You'll regain your confidence and will definitely feel invincible then. ❤️

Pile 2

I think you're someone who's fun and quirky and being who you are, you have, in a way, learnt how to not care about what most people say. You've learnt to believe in yourself. And this is such a rare thing to be honest. You've learnt how to believe in yourself and its an unfathomable task for a lot of people. You have learnt the difference what it means to be wary of an instinct and confident of another. To know when your mistake is gonna put you in a path you don't wanna take and to know what mistakes are important for you to grow and learn or just simply enjoying your time in the world. You're also focused. You're focused but on the things that the world considers comparatively useless, but you stand your ground, even if it isn't a conventional thing. Also, do you like color blue? Or yellow? It feels like you might have phases where sometimes you have high confidence while sometimes you get low confidence. Don't let the lower times get you. You have to potential to genuinely, from your deepest point, to be a truly confident person. Embrace your imperfections, struggles, as well as talents and wins. ❤️

Pile 3

Waah Pile 3, you're savage. Like you may or may not say it in words or show it on the surface but your savage. You have that 'I'm the boss' mentality and its not ignorant, it's rightful and well deserved. You have been through such phases and cycles which had made you very resilient, things touch you but can never break you. I wish, you guys, accept love, don't be too hard on yourself. You're keen and you don't trust anyone easily, so you might have surveyed people and thier actions enough until now, so learn to melt for the right ones. I know its scary, but learn to soften, it won't hurt you because you aren't a kind of person who lets go of thier boundaries. Your life built your confidence and resilience the hard way. You're strong, you're fire. When you walk, you walk with purpose. This was about the greater energy you embody but remember to soften yourself. You might have your weapons and armours on most of the time, and you don't wanna end up as a mighty but lonely castle. If you don't give time and if you don't put your weapons down on your allies and friends, you might lose them. And trust me, in the end you'll appreciate thier presence more than anything. ❤️ Check the line with highlighted 3 in pile 4.

Pile 4

You're serene. You're empathetic and caring. You're calm when there's chaos around. Not that calm though, but you function at much calmer vibe than most around you. What actually makes you Badass is that you don't let things get to you. You and pile 3 have this in common, that you don't let things cross that door in your heart and rob you off of peace. But you two have very different ways of handling that discomfort. Pile 3 attacks while you, pile 4 defend. You aren't really fighting against each other, I feel you're more likely to be friends, but that's how you act when someone or something attacks you. And you protect too. You're an earthly energy, elder sibling vibes. Another thing that makes you a Badass is that you're adamant, you don't let go of your beliefs, you question them but you don't abandon them. You think in the terms of your family or community. You don't neglect yourself but your major focus is on the whole community. And actually, another badass thing about you is that you really care for yourself, I feel that you never miss your skincare routine, am I right? Apart from that you might have some rituals for yourself that you always fulfill no matter what. These traits make you incredibly amazing. ❤️

Thank you so much. Your feedback is appreciated. ✨

#astro notes #intuitive readings #intutition #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #Pac #pac reading

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403tarot · 6 months

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Hi! At today's concert leeknow said he has been feeling down for a while (which plenty of stays noticed) and he even apologized... Could you look into it? Thank you!

i know i'm a bit late but ..

LEE KNOW'S ENERGY CHECK - 11.23

general: i see that lino feels trapped in a vicious cycle with his problems. when i ask about what's causing this sensation, it seems he might be having constant friction or prolonged arguments with someone close to him, be it a friend, family member, or someone with whom he has frequent interaction. this situation has made lino more temperamental, and a part of him feels like a failure because to him, just as things seem to get a bit better and he begins to have hope, everything collapses, dragging him back into the eye of the storm. these might be details he prefers to keep to himself, so few people around him are aware of it

love: someone turned his world upside down. lino has a crush! it's in the early stages, and one of them is recovering from a past breakup, so things are moving slow emotionally. lino thinks this person is fascinating, like a dream partner, but for now, he's not making a move anytime soon – he just wants to enjoy the feeling of being head over heels for someone without worrying too much about this.

mental health: it could be better, but it could also be worse. lino's been trying to distract himself and keep his mind occupied with things he enjoys, helping him forget his own problems for a while. "one day at a time" is the current philosophy, and it's been working... mostly. he might be feeling pressured or overwhelmed by some everyday life matters, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

physical health: lino might have had some sort of issue that he's been trying hard to postpone dealing with, but apparently, for now, he's finally taking care of it. he might have recently undergone some kind of examination, visited a doctor, or simply started taking his health more seriously. physical conditions tend to improve in the coming weeks.

professional: "one day at a time" also applies here, a lot. i see that lino's mood regarding his career and obligations constantly fluctuates. there's fatigue, and it's stressful, but it's something that passes quickly, even though it also arises frequently. it feels like when we complain about having to go to class but end up laughing with friends the whole time, forgetting about our problems until we get home again and sigh, knowing the next day will be the same all over again.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#stray kids tarot #lee know #minho #skz #kpop readings #kpop astrology #kpop tarot

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reread ur nd!hcs and they were amazing, do u think u could write smth about ocd!dahyun?? i don’t have much of a plot unfortunately 😖😖 but still ty!!

hiya anon :) absolutely! i hope you enjoy it!! (i feel like cg!jeongyeon just fits so well with ocd!dahyun)

icky thoughts

|| littlend!dahyun, cg!jeongyeon ||

Dahyun was having a hard day. She was late for practice because she kept having to go back and make sure she turned the stove off. When she got to practice, she had to keep tying and retying her shoes because the first four times she tied them didn't feel right. Even getting back to the dorm to take a shower didn't go well because she kept on having to turn the water off and on until she got it right.

By the time Dahyun finished her shower and laid down in her bed, she was exhausted. Practice wasn't too long, but the mental energy she had used with checking and redoing things took its toll. She just wanted to go to sleep and have a better day tomorrow, but every time she closed her eyes, her mind would drift to bad places.

Dahyun sat up in her bed and held Slinky, her stuffed octopus, close to her chest. She rocked back and forth, trying to make the icky thoughts go away, but they wouldn't. Each time she closed her eyes for more than a few seconds, they'd come back.

After an hour of trying to close her eyes to go to sleep, Dahyun had regressed and the icky thoughts had gotten worse. She started to panic and she couldn't do anything to make the icky thoughts go away.

Running out of solutions, Dahyun quietly slipped out of her bed. She slowly opened the door and walked down the hallway to Jeongyeon's room, peeking her head through the cracked door. Thankfully, her mama was still awake on her phone.

Dahyun gently knocked on the door, prompting Jeongyeon to look up from her phone. She smiled when she saw the little, but it was quickly replaced with a concerned frown once she saw the tears in Dahyun's eyes.

"What's wrong, Hyun?" Jeongyeon set her phone down and patted her bed as Dahyun walked into her room. Dahyun crawled up onto Jeongyeon's bed and sat close to her, head resting on her mama's chest.

"Can't get rid of icky thoughts." Dahyun mumbled in a watery voice.

"What icky thoughts, sweetness?" Jeongyeon brushed her fingers through Dahyun's silky hair, pulling her closer to try and provide a little more comfort.

"Tryin' to go to sleep and each time I close my eyes I see icky things." Dahyun looked up at her mama, a few tears on her cheeks.

Jeongyeon felt her heart break a little as she wiped Dahyun's cheeks with her thumb. "Can you tell mama a little more about these icky thoughts so I can try to help you?"

Dahyun looked down at Slinky and took a deep breath. She fidgeted with his soft tentacles before she nodded. "Tellin' me that if I go to sleep then you're gonna leave me." Dahyun managed to choke out the last few words before she started to quietly sob into her mama's shirt.

Intrusive thoughts like this weren't anything new to Jeongyeon, but it didn't mean they hurt any less to hear about. She would never think of leaving her baby, but she knew that Dahyun didn't have any control of the intrusive thoughts she had.

"I'm so sorry, Hyun, but I promise that mama would never ever think about leaving you." Jeongyeon kissed the crown of Dahyun's head and pulled rubbed small circles into her lower back.

"B-but the icky thoughts-"

"I know, Hyun, but they're just thoughts, remember?" Jeongyeon gently pulled Dahyun away from her and tilted her chin up. "Those icky thoughts won't ever come true. I promise. Can you do your breathing exercises with mama?"

Dahyun nodded and sat up a little straighter as she took a few shaky breaths in and out. There were only a few ways for Jeongyeon to get the little to calm down when she got herself this worked up and this was one of the easiest. After a few more deep breaths, Dahyun's tears slowly subsided. She still had the icky thoughts, but they didn't seem as scary when she was with her mama.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Dahyun's voice was quiet and unsure. She didn't think her mama would say no, but if she did, there was no way she was getting any sleep tonight.

Jeongyeon smiled and placed her phone on her nightstand before she pulled the covers over the little. "Of course you can, sweetness. I promise I'll stay with you all night. If your icky thoughts wake you up, then you can look and see that I'm right here with you, okay?"

Dahyun sniffled and tucked herself into Jeongyeon's side. She held tight onto Slinky and her mama's shirt. It took her a few minutes to actually close her eyes, but once her eyelids started to droop, she finally stopped fighting sleep. She could feel her mama's belly going up and down with each breath she took, letting her know that she was okay.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littlend!dahyun #littleocd!dahyun #little!dahyun #caregiver!jeongyeon #sfw #sfw agere #sfw interaction only

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cloud-somersault · 2 months

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Hey, how are you doing? I hope you’re alright. 💕 I’ve been reading your status updates on Constellations and the Epilogue, and I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re amazing. Your writing is incredible and I love it. Your stories are so well thought out and the characters are ✨on point✨, and the plot is complex and detailed and aaahhh! It has me hooked! 🤩

And I understand how it hurts when you put so much effort and love into a story, only to post it and not see others be anywhere near as excited or invested as you are. I know how discouraging it can be. And it may be a little silly, but I do want to apologize for not commenting lately—life took some difficult turns for me healthwise around the end of last year and I haven’t been able to catch up! I’m still on Chapter 4 of Constellations! 😭 BUT Chapter 5 is open on my phone, and I am READY to read it as soon as I have the time (and mental energy, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue 😩). Don’t worry that your writing isn’t enough, or be discouraged if some readers don’t catch hints while others are figuring it all out seemingly too easily. Everybody reads and comprehends stuff differently, and it’s not a sign that your writing is bad if they don’t catch it! Honestly, I’m pretty bad at catching hints the first time I read a story unless they’re pretty darn obvious. I don’t usually notice subtle hints until the second, or third, or even seventh read-through, haha! (on the bright side, rereading stories and rewatching TV shows is always fun!) 😅

I guess what I really wanted to say is… don’t give up hope. Don’t lose your love and enthusiasm for your works, or feel like they aren’t worth writing because others don’t seem interested in them. At the heart of it all… at the end of the day… write because you love to. Because it makes you happy. And know that it doesn’t have to be “perfect”—the main goal should be that you enjoy it. That’s something I’m trying to teach myself, too. 💕

Thank you for taking the time to write this message and send it. I appreciate you're very kind words 💕I'm doing okay, I just had to take a step back for a bit from socials and stuff. I'm gonna keep that up for a while.

Please don't apologize for not commenting or taking your time reading. Your health always comes first, and I'm sorry if I came off as childish or needy, that wasn't my intention. Two things just happened that set me off and the timing of it was incredibly poor 😓

Please take your time reading; none of it is going anywhere, and don't feel obligated to leave comments either. i'm realizing that, even if chapters are short or long, finding the time to finish things is difficult, and everyone lives different lives. And I'm sorry about all the spoilers on this blog, I'll tag that better from now on.

But I really do think I got confused or disjointed in my perceptions; everyone here knows so much because i've been asked questions and given answers and people have interacted, so people following me here have more context than the average ao3 user. But I've kinda been expecting everyone to be on the same page, which will never be true.

I'm also the same way where it takes me a while to pick up on hints. I actually changed my writing style to prevent this. I got tired of reading books in college where you had to dive into every little thing. the hints and clues weren't obvious to me. I decided then that, when I wrote, I wanted things to be bold, obvious, but beautiful. I didn't want to make readers feel like they're missing something. I wanted them to trust that every answer, every clue would be answered in time. I made that promise to myself a decade ago, and being reminded of how different people interpret things just...made me remember.

I take writing really seriously, probably too seriously, but I've been doing it for so long and I love doing it. I want to be good at it. When it feels like I've gone back on that promise to myself, I get frustrated. I think of ways I could've fixed things. But I also remember that those books and those writing styles just weren't for me. I wasn't the target audience.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, but I wanted to explain why I got upset. I still love Constellations and I'm posting it on ao3 out of convenience, really. It's easier to reference and search there in one "Entire Work" than to have 5 documents open. The fact that others can see and read and have fun is a bonus. But I'm committed to telling this story, and I'm gonna finish with a bang.

Thank you, I won't forget why I'm doing this and that my thoughts/feelings come first! 😤I hope your health concerns are taken care of soon. Take it easy, and thanks again! 💕

#ask #this is very kind i'm sorry i worried people i was just REAL upset/mad #but i'm better now. i just needed to take a minute and refocus and remind myself of a few things #we're still chugging along #but seriously thank you for sending this. i'm really glad you like constellations! that means a lot to me #but seriously--health comes first. and DON'T FEEL PRESSURED TO COMMENT!!! 😤#okay love you bye~ 💕

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icypantherwrites · 4 days

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Update on AO3 Situation + Final RAINN Support Event

(this is a little long, but please, if possible, read to the end.)

AO3 has *finally* reinstated my fanfiction To Become the Nightmare and in a way this nightmare situation is over. I'm still extremely frustrated and disappointed though with AO3 especially as I am 99.9% certain the only reason my issue was finally addressed was because I tagged their support page on Twitter/X rather than any of my emails and communications to their actual Policy and Abuse team. They also provided no apology or reason for the delay or an explanation for why their staff provided a 1-week timeline that they then ignored for 3.5 weeks. I'm grateful to have my story back, but this entire ordeal has been awful in so many ways.

I will also admit on a personal note it was also disheartening to see how many folks sent me messages, asks (to the point I locked them down on Tumblr) and comments on AO3 stories (of which I'd know there'd be even more if AO3 hadn't made the blanket decision to lock down all guest comments) wanting to know where I'd be updating now, getting upset over the fact I use Patreon as they don't want paywalls to read my works, asking about the status of current stories and former stories, etc. and very rarely, if at all, even taking into account how all of this was affecting me.

I have poured years into posting on AO3, on making it a platform where I have over 2.5 million words worth of stories for everyone to enjoy, and am dealing with AO3 painting me as some villain because I linked to an organization to try to help sexual assault victims, and their complete lack of communication on top of all of that felt intentional. It's put me in a really bad mental health state and coming in daily to see multiple people asking and asking about how will *they* read my stories and making me feel guilty for not updating just... it really hurt. And the answer was I didn't know entirely what was going to happen and was still hoping for the best outcome with AO3. And contrary to some of the accusations I received, I never intended to put all of my new and upcoming works behind a Patreon paywall and certainly never planned to delete any works other than the single one I mentioned (and I explained why that was). I may have used Patreon's platform (because it has better formatting than say Tumblr) and made the works posted there available to the public (anyone can join as a free member, fyi), but that was never the end-game and the fact so many people got mad and angry and posted honestly kind of cruel asks and comments... I'm really hurt. I'm a person too and I share my works with my own time and energy and to have everyone so embroiled in this "me me me" energy when I was really struggling with what AO3 did, just... makes me not want to post anymore anywhere at all. I won't do that because I won't punish those folks who have been supportive and kind, but please, take a moment before you comment to think how it feels to be the recipient of a message like that. That's all the energy left I have to spend on that but please, be kind. Be understand. Be appreciative for what you do have and remember always that authors have feelings too.

Going forward I'll be looking to get back to updating existing stories and publishing some backlog on AO3 during this suspension/lock; however, I will be holding off on that until AO3 lifts their own blanket ban on guest comments as I know there are plenty of folks who prefer to engage that way and/or haven't yet been able to get accounts. You may have seen as well that my account, given that it seems to be AI-bots leading the reason for the guest ban, has been locked down to only AO3 accounts able to read my works. That will remain in effect until AO3 releases theirs and it may be something I ultimately do to protect my account and my works in the future, but for now once the current AO3 situation has been resolved that will go back to access to guest accounts as well.

In the meantime, with To Become the Nightmare restored and the fact my earlier RAINN support events have thus far yielded $2 for me to donate (which hurts in other ways xD Come on y'all, financial support for a great organization and some emotional support and love for the author, what's not to like about that?) I'm going to do one final event to try to raise some funds for RAINN and at least try to make a small, positive difference in all of this mess.

For the remainder of this week, anyone who leaves an engaged comment (100+ words, no quote-backs in that word count, about the fanfiction at hand) on To Become the Nightmare I will donate $2 per comment to RAINN. It would also personally mean a lot to me as this story never really had a lot of comment engagement in the first place AND on top of that it got a really, really toxic comment. I unfortunately get those folks regularly on sexual assault recovery fanfictions I write because they refuse to accept that everyone heals in different ways AND also refuse to take accountability where if they don't like what they're reading they have the power to hit the back button on their browser and just not read it. I left that particular comment up (you can see it on page 2) if you want a taste of some of the people I still encounter to this day. Anyways, it would mean a lot to hear from those who may want to read it, but given that it both a; has sexual assault and b; is an M-rating please do read it at your own discretion. I'm posting the full summary below and please read the warnings tagged on the story. I'll post an update at the end of the week with how much we managed to raise for RAINN (and if you'd like to donate on your own too, please feel free~! ♥)

To Become the Nightmare

Summary: [College AU] “And if you didn’t want to have fun,” nails dug into Lance’s skin as the grip tightened and Dios, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t move, “then you shouldn’t have been such a pretty little tease, freshie. You wanted to hang with the big boys? Well,” he chuckled, “welcome to the real party.” Hot breath wafted over Lance’s face as the upperclassmen smirked down at him. “Now let’s get it started.”

#voltron #vld #lance #langst #fanfiction #fanfic #icypanther #icypantherwrites #rainn #donation #support #ao3 #archive of our own

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emeraldborealis · 2 years

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Talk To Me

Pairing: Poly!Ghostface x GN!reader

TW//CW: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, darkish topics.

Words: 1,486

It was movie night, truly my favorite night with the boys. But I wasn't really that into it this particular night, and they could tell. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying the movie or my time with Billy and Stu, I was just perturbed, a bit dazed. My mind was elsewhere while I simultaneously tried to focus on the movie. It wasn't working either.

Every time I'd start to get a grasp or sense on what was happening my mind would wander right back to what I was trying not to think about, it was like an infectious plague haunting my mind, demanding my addressal that I did not want to give it. That required energy I did not have to work through it.

Billy had been watching me the whole time without my notice, rather than watching the movie. He was trying to figure out what was wrong, if he'd done something or if I could just be tired. He was good at reading people and the room but he still couldn't read minds. Giving up on his mental guessing game he grabbed the remote from the coffee table hitting pause on the VHS.

Stu's head raised from it's place on my chest to question Billy's actions but he stopped when he saw his face, immediately knowing something wasn't right. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Billy asked me.

"Nothing, let's just watch the movie." I answered weakly, really not wanting to get into it, and just wanting a distraction from what was bothering me.

"I can clearly see something's wrong, don't try and bullshit me. You haven't even been paying attention to the movie this whole time. Look, if something's wrong you can talk to me. To us." Billy pressed on knowing better than to believe my sad attempt to shut myself off. Something he knew to recognize from his own behavior.

"Darling, it's ok. We're here for you. Always." Stu ushered me on, taking my face into his hands to stare deeply into my eyes, as if searching for the thing torturing me in them.

"I-" I started before stopping, trying to collect some cohesive words to portray how I felt. To portray what was wrong. "I don't know how to say it. I can't say it. I can't even collect my thoughts on the matter, and yet they're all that's running through my head." Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

"You don't have to know what to say, or what to think. But if something's bothering you, hurting you. You can let it out. However you want, there's no one way to vent, no one way to get help. To be loved. Because I love you, I hope you know that. So, come as you are and I'll meet you there." Billy moved from his place on the chair to sit with me on the couch. With his warm welcometouch on my shoulder the tears began to fall freely.

"No matter what you have to say, let your words release your pain, you and I can share the weight. It's doing no good holding it in, it'll poison you until it's all consuming. It's alright, let it out." Stu took my hand in his, feeling a pain strike in his heart feeling it tremble in his hold.

Nodding my head I did the one thing I could to tell something I wanted no one to know, I treated it as a secret. Taking turns whispering my problems in their ear, so I could say what was wrong without feeling too revealed. Too vulnerable. Without saying it loud enough for anyone but them to hear.

With the release of the cat from it's bag the boy's took me into their arms holding me tightly, allowing me to cry in a place I felt safe and unexposed. Over my head they locked eyes with each other, sharing a look of understanding. They knew how they were going to handle the situation. How it wouldn't happen again. But not right now, what mattered now was taking care of me.

"I don't know what to do anymore, I just wish I was someone else. Someone who wasn't me. I don't want to be me. I wish I was like you two, I wish I was as strong as you both. But I'm not, and I keep cracking under the pressure because I'm not strong enough to take it, or shove it off and release myself from my burdens." I sobbed hiding my face in their comfort, I couldn't bear to have them see me like this, to let them watch me fall to pieces.

"You don't have to be anybody but you, I love you just the way you are. I love you for being you, and that you keep going not despite the fact that you're you, but because you're you. You think anyone but you would love us? After everything, and knowing everything? Not a chance. No one could replace you, because no one's quite like you." Stu cooed to me, gently moving my hair to see me better.

"It feels like nothings easy, it never will be. Life isn't easy. Things happen we don't want to, but we have to keep going. So it's alright, you can let it all out. You can vent to me, tell me anything. You can talk to me, because I'll never judge you for it." Billy brought me onto his lap holding me close to his chest, to his heart.

"I just want things to be easy. I don't want to keep going through things that will make me 'stronger', I am not strong! I can't keep going like this! I just can't do it anymore. And I shouldn't have to." I laid my head down on Billy's shoulder, feeling myself going numb. "Can't you just kill me?" I felt Billy tense under me from the shock of my suggestion.

Stu frantically took my head in his hands making me look at him, to look in his scared worried eyes. "Baby no, we could never kill you. Anyone but you. We need you. You are what's keeping everything together, without you everything would fall apart. Something very big would be missing without you, and how you think, no one could ever fill the void of your absence. You'll survive, you'll make it through this. Because you have to." His words were just as frantically said as his actions.

"Y/n, you can't ever say anything like that ever again. We would never do anything to hurt you, in any way. Stu's right, we need you. For no other reason than we love you. But what other reason would we need? You being you is enough for us to need you, even if you're upset and crying, we still need you. We still want you." Billy held me by the waist, I felt safe and secure with them. In their essences. I knew they'd never do anything to really hurt me, even if I asked them to.

"I'm sorry." I whispered out feeling bad I had requested it of them in the first place. "I shouldn't have said that-"

"No, It's ok. I get it, I really do. You don't have to apologize." Stu interrupted my self deprecation. "Whatever you say or think is ok, even if it's dark, it's ok. Just try not to linger on it too long."

"Thanks Stu." He nodded leaning in to place a tender kiss to my forehead. "I know I can push through this, but sometimes I just want to let it push through me instead. I want to let it consume me until there's nothing left of me."

"And that's ok, I think it's pretty normal to think like that. But you have to hold on. You can't let it get to the point it's killing you. Let it go before it gets there. Give it to me, or Stu, and we'll help you push through. No matter what may be bothering you we can help, or at least just be here so you're not alone." Billy placed his forehead against my temple showing his affection for me. "We're here for you, just like you're here for us. That's how a relationship works."

"Don't ever think somethings too dark to tell us, that something is too small or insignificant. You can say anything, about anything, and we're here to listen. You can ramble on and on about whatever you want, I'm happy to hear it. I want to hear it. Especially your horror rambles, those are my favorite." I settled myself between them on the couch feeling a bit better. Having less of a burning topic on my mind.

"Can we restart the movie? I did actually want to watch it, I just couldn't focus on it." I asked meekly, to which they happily obliged and rewound the tape to the beginning.

"Anything for my love!" Stu grinned widely, pressing play.

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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Hello! This is actually my first time ever asking for a request so please bare with me if I'm unclear, can i please have some wolf x reader comfort, very burnt out and tired reader and just wolf tryna do what he can to comfort them:) school hasn't been the best for most of us I'm sure so we can all use some nice comfort from our favorite wolf:] thank you!

hey!! your request was perfect, sin!(is it okay if i call you that?) idk how well me writing a comforting wolf keum is gonna be but i'll give it my best! i hope you enjoy and please do take care of yourself(eat enough, drink some water, and please take breaks and sleep well. you deserve it.) also i apologize that this took so long, i literally wrote half of it and IT DIDNT FUCKING SAVE and i’m in class so i can’t cry, but i’m bawling on the inside.

warning: burnt out reader, mental breakdown, swearing, negative self-talk, wolf name-calling reader affectionately, fluff??

safety net - wolf keum x reader

"This is so stupid. I'm so stupid." You mutter to yourself, drying your freshly rinsed face with the sand-like paper towels that your school could afford. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and your mood only sinks further, the pressure pressing harder on your chest, you mind static yet all thoughts are screaming at you to pull yourself together. You were at school, for fuck's sake. You can't be wasting away, crying in the bathroom. And yet here you are, eye liner creeping down your face, eyes red from crying, eye bags darker than the bottom of the ocean, and a killer headache.

You had just started school, being burnt out wasn't an option. Not when you know that you could do better. You sigh and finish cleaning your face, throwing away the last paper towel in the over flowing trash bin. You trudge out the bathroom and glumly make your way back to class. Everything was screaming at you not to go back. You were too tired, you couldn't pay attention to the teacher if you tried, and the thought of hearing any more information makes you want to cry.

The whole day was hell. One reprimand after another by your teachers for "not paying attention" had killed the morsel of energy you somehow had. All you wanted to do was go home, burrow under your blankets, and hide until everything goes away.

But life never works like that. So as soon as you're released from school, you head straight home, relieved to have some alone time. Your plans quickly disappear when you spot Wolf smoking right out front your door. You sigh and internally bash your head. Of course, the one time you need a break, the universe won't let you. You walk closer to Wolf and asses that he's bleeding.

"Another fight?" You murmur, focusing on unlocking your door. Wolf just hums, putting out his cigarette and following you inside. You toe off your shoes, dump your bag somewhere, and head off to the bathroom where you always keep your med kit. Wolf goes to your kitchen- him having done this enough times to know that you prefer him sitting at the kitchen table than anywhere else.

What he didn't expect, though, is for you to take so damn long grabbing the kit. Two minutes passed by before he gets fed up and waltz's into your bathroom, demanding to know what you're doing. The words fall deaf on his tongue when he sees you sitting on your bathroom floor, knees to your chest, struggling to breathe.

It was minutes of awkward silence. You were aware that Wolf was watching you from the bathroom doorway, you just didn’t have energy to do anything about it. “The kit’s on the counter, just give me a second. I’ll be fine.” You mutter, rubbing at your face to try and ground yourself.

Wolf didn’t move, making you feel even more on display. “Fuck that.” He stated, moving to sit next to you on the floor. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you down to lay your head on his lap. His hand went to your side, probably to keep you there you assume. Wolf’s other hand pulled out a cigarette and lit it between his lips. “I’ll stop bleeding eventually.”

You didn’t fight, opting to just close to your eyes to enjoy the moment, finally feeling yourself relax. The next thing your conscious of is opening your eyes, finding yourself in your bed. Blinking yourself into reality, you stare as your clock stares back at you with 4:03 am viciously blazing against the black screen. Once the information processes in your brain, you kick your way out of your blankets and stumble out of your room to find Wolf.

He wasn’t on the couch he normally crashes on, so he must be in the kitchen raiding your fridge again, right? Wrong. Wolf’s not there either. You walk into the bathroom and, again, find nothing except your phone and the bathroom smelling like antiseptic.

You wrinkle your nose at the blunt smell and reach for your phone. Below the clock, you see text messages from Wolf.

wolfy: i put the kit back in the cabinet, go back to sleep dumbass.

Wolfy: Also don’t come to school tomorrow, i’ve got an excuse ready and i’ll beat your ass if i can’t use it.

You smiled at the texts after realizing what they meant. You relaxed and wandered back into your room, charging your phone.

Sleep was easy to find after you nestled back into your bed, feeling much more at ease with knowing that you don’t have to go to school tomorrow.

The next day, you wake up leisurely and go to grab some food in the kitchen. A large, styrofoam take out box startles you and you hesitate taking it out of the fridge. You haven’t ordered take out in weeks, but once you opened the lid, you immediately knew it was Wolf who got you the food.

It was your go-to order from the restaurant that Wolf took you to once months ago. You two have been there a couple times since but you didn’t think that Wolf would know what you ordered.

The rest of the day was filled with little surprises that weren’t there before. And each one brought you a little more joy. Maybe Wolf did care more than he let on, little shit.

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader

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colderdrafts · 5 months

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Hello!

I was working today and a random thought crossed my mind. I was wondering how Dren, Morgan, Amren, and Irwen would react to the reader getting sick.

Just curious about how they would react, nothing more! I do enjoy your writing, keep up the good work!

Obligatory sick question! Right in time for flu season. Hope y'all staying healthy and have plenty of warm drinks, it's cold af where I'm at rn.

Dren: He's taken care of someone sick before, but not a human. He knows what to do, but he'll be worried your differences will make his way not useful. Will get a little more clingy than usual as a result. So he can keep an eye on you. He'll keep you warm, make sure you rest and will bring you food if you can't make any on your own. If you're in a really bad way, he may go through his collection on plant-litterature for anything useful, gauging if anything he'd usually use would be poisonous to you.

Morgan: Likes you have to rely more on them, and not afraid to tease you with it. Also knows exactly what to do. They have a mental collection of herbs that can help, and can quickly go grab you stuff like warm soup etc. Don't ask how they got it. Will build you a safe, hidden spot to rest in and will only leave your side to get something you need. Their energy will do wonders for you, and they will help you sleep it off whether you like it or not.

Amren: Not very used to taking care of anyone like that, but he'll try his best. Mostly, he'll just try to provide you what he likes if he's sick, unless you ask for something else. Will cook for you. If it's really bad, he may think to swallow his pride and call Elise for advice. Let him coil around you, his naturally cool body will feel great if you're burning up with a fever. He'll be insistant you rest as much as possible and will have an odd need to guard your house lmao

Irwin: Excellent at managing sick-days. Will swing by with warm soup, ibuprofen, tissues, a snack, tea, honey, etc etc. He's been there. He'll lovingly tease you with it, awe lil buddy got sick :(, and laugh when you tell him to piss off. He'll want to curl up on the couch with you and watch something to pass the time until you get better. (And then probably get sick himself).

#Colderwriting #Thanks for the question 💙#about amren #About Irwin #About dren #About Morgan #UV #Tga #monster x reader

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aldbooks · 1 year

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35 for Gwynriel or 23 for Elucien? 😍

Prompt list

First of all, I plan to answer both of these, because they're excellent choices, but the Elucien idea came to me easier so you can have that one first...

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fall in love?"

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Elain stared at the door in disbelief as she heard the click of the lock slide in place, trapping her inside. Betrayal sparked through her, hot and sharp, only fanned higher as she heard an exasperated sigh behind her and whipped around to face the bane of her immortal existence. Her mate.

Lucien had squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed the space between his brows, before they snapped open again and that strange mechanical orb that served as his left eye scanned the door and then the room. "They've warded us in here as well," he stated dryly. "It's a good bit of spellwork, not that I couldn't break it if given enough time, but frankly I'm exhausted and haven't the energy. And Feyre knows that. This was a setup."

She scoffed quietly. A set up indeed. Elain had been enjoying her afternoon in the garden with her newly blooming roses when Feyre had called her in. She'd made it seem urgent so Elain had dropped everything and rushed inside to the room Feyre had indicated, only to find the small parlor occupied by only one figure. That last person she wanted to see. She'd skidded to a stop, stammering a half hearted apology and turned on her heel but before she could reach the door, it had slammed shut on a phantom, dark wind and been locked magically. From the outside.

The only thing that made her feel better was that Lucien seemed no more inclined to be locked in a room with her than she was with him. Thinking her energy might be better spent directing her anger at the person- or more likely persons- (her brother-in-law was a horribly nosy busybody these days) who had orchestrated this entire scenario. she balled her hands into fists, and shouted her sisters name in her mind, watching as Lucien flinched.

"Don't bother," he sighed, dropping down into a chair. His entire posture as he slouched against the back, his long legs sprawling out across the carpet was pure indolence, and despite herself, she found it oddly charming. "The wards include mental communication. From our side at least. I have no doubt they're monitoring this room from somewhere and have no intention of letting either of us out until they're satisfied with whatever goal they'd hoped to achieve. You might as well make yourself comfortable."

He waved a hand at the only other seat in the room which happened to be across from him. It was only then she noticed the lack of the usual sofas and chairs that littered the room to accommodate their friends who liked to stop by unexpectedly. Well played, sister. She could've sworn she felt a trickle of amusement filter back to her at the thought.

With a deep breath for fortification, Elain carefully took the seat across from him, keeping her gaze on him the whole time. She wasn't sure what exactly she expected him to do, he'd just told her they were stuck in this room for the foreseeable future. It wasn't as though he could just grab her and whisk her away somewhere, force her to accept the bond and do mother only knew what to her. Did she really expect that her sister and Rhysand would just sit by while he- what? Ravaged her in this room against her will?

Would it really be against your will? some traitorous part of her whispered darkly. She shook the thought off, fighting the rising well of desire the thought brought. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she was attracted to this male. Though he seemed to be the exact opposite of the sort she normally was attracted to. What? Mysterious, handsome males with dark hair and wings? Or perhaps pretentious lords with lots of money and even more prejudice?

A growl slipped out of her before she could stop it. Lucien, who had leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, slid one open. Russet peered at her curiously as she smoothed her skirts and generally pretended she hadn't just made such an inhuman noise. With a soft sniff, he closed the eye again and resumed his relaxed position.

She took the opportunity to look him over, noticing the signs of exhaustion he had hinted at before. His clothes looked as though they'd been worn for a long time, the collar of his shirt gaped open more than usual, his waistcoat half unbuttoned, his long hair had been pulled back in a sort of half bun that looked hastily done and there were dark shadows in the golden skin under his eyes. The steady cadence of his breath told her he was on the verge of falling asleep already. He looked so dishevled, almost vulnerable, she felt herself softening towards him, the bond between them urging her to see to his comfort. Which, of course, only served to piss her off.

"Why are you so tired?" she blurted out, a bit harsher than she intended. He jerked slightly, his eyes blinking open as though he truly had fallen asleep.

"I just returned from a trip to the continent to discuss trade agreements," he explained, his voice rough. "I was headed back to Spring to rest before seeing to my obligations there when Rhysand reached out, insisting I report immediately instead of later this week as originally planned. The extra winnowing was an excessive drain on my power."

Well, that certainly explained his appearance and unusually unguarded manner. A niggling of concern for him began to swell up, but she quickly squashed it. He was nearly three hundred year old, he could handle himself.

When she said nothing in response, he gave a little sigh and closed his eyes again. Politeness dictated she let him sleep, he certainly seemed to need it. But she was so agitated and uncomfortable at the situation they'd found themselves in, she couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut.

"What do you want?"

This time he lifted his head to look at her fully. "I beg your pardon?"

She blushed at his scrutiny. His gaze had always felt too much. Too intense, too longing, too sad, too hungry, too disappointed. Now, it was too curious. He watched her like he was trying to see straight through to the heart of her. She disliked feeling so exposed. She wished she could keep her mouth shut and ignore him, but she'd never been good at silence. Especially the last few years since... She stopped that train of thought before it could gain steam.

One of her favorite things about living with Feyre and Rhysand, was that their house was never quiet, even when they weren't there. The servants were friendly and kind, and the other members of their group had a tendency to trope in and out of the house without invitation as though it were their own homes. And with a toddler in the house now, there was always something going on.

Lately though, she'd found herself wanting- not more exactly, but something... different. It had taken her a while to realize that this longing she felt was because she wished for a family of her own. She had expected to already have one with Graysen by now, but that path had been taken from her several years ago now. It was time to move on. Still, she could not help but still want those things, and the more she thought about wanting them, the more she felt that little golden string in her chest tugging her in one clear direction. A direction she stubbornly resisted. She would not allow some mystical cauldron, the same one that had turned her fae and taken away that future with Graysen, to dictate where her life would lead her now. She refused to accept this fate that had been decided for her. Perhaps that was silly. As a seer herself, she understood the inevitability of fate and the longer she avoided it, the sillier it seemed, but she would not give in... at least, not yet.

Deciding this was as good a time as any to address some things that had been left unsaid between them for long enough, Elain drew herself up, squared her shoulders and addressed him with the same frankness he watched her with. "What is it you want from me?"

He sat with that preternatural stillness that fae had that still unnerved her, though she knew she sometimes did it herself when deep in thought. Finally, he replied. Just one word that threw her entirely off balance. "Nothing."

She blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry? Nothing? What do you mean?"

"Just that," he said simply. "I have no expectation of you. I never have. I know this is all foreign to you, just as it was for your sisters. I have no intention of rushing you into something you're not ready for- or do not want."

She stared at him, realizing her mouth had fallen open, but could not seem to close it as she gaped at him. "I- you-" came her very intelligent reply. "You... do not wish to formalise the bond?"

He seemed amused by that for a second before shrugging and leaning back in seat once more. "I know most fae might think it strange, but I know that mating bonds are not the end all be all. They do not always guarantee a harmonious union." He said nothing else for a long moment before continuing, his words careful. "I do hope to have a family- some day. Currently, I'm not in a position to readily support one, however. I travel constantly, have no steady home..."

She could hear the sadness in his voice. The longing. Sympathy for him washed over her in a sudden flash of understanding. He wanted a home. Something so simple, something she took for granted. To her, home was not a place. It was not a structure; bricks and mortar. It was the people in it. The companionship and belonging. She'd been displaced from the houses she'd lived in several times already, but she was young, and now immortal. There would be plenty of time to settle. When she was ready.

But for someone as old as Lucien, who had spent most of their life moving from place to place, on the whims of others, what might home mean to them?

If he saw or sensed her thoughts, he did not say. "I do not know you well, but from what I do know, I think we might suit. I had hoped to eventually have the time to determine that for ourselves but... there's no rush. And, as I said, I do not wish to push you into something you do not want."

Her heart gave a slight flutter. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you think we'd suit?"

He gave her his full attention once more, his expression cautious. "Well, I believe we have similar temperments. Similar values. You are loyal, caring, resilient-" that fluttering in her heart increased. She wasn't sure anyone had ever referred to her as resilient. People had a tendency to treat her like a doll. fragile and breakable...

He shrugged and she realized he'd continued speaking but she hadn't heard what he'd said. "I think, if given time to know one another, we could be good partners. If that is something you want."

"That's all you want? A partner?"

His face was unreadble as he shrugged once more.

That soft, romantic part of her that still wanted things she'd thought lost to her, rose up. "Truly? You want nothing more? What about connection? Desire? Love? Have you never wondered what it would be like to fall in love?"

A painfully familiar emotion flickered over his features. "I don't need to wonder," he said quietly. For a moment, she felt a stirring of panic before she realized he was no longer looking at her. Or rather, he was, but he did not seem to see her. His gaze was distant, unfocused. He wasn't speaking about her. Of course he wasn't. He'd just told her he did not know her well. Why would he be speaking of her?

"Oh," she said, another flash of understanding hitting her in the chest.

He laughed softly, the sound achingly sad, almost bitter. "I've lived for almost three centuries, Elain. Did you truly think I'd never been in love in all that time?"

Her face heated. She had thought that. Though why she'd even thought such a ridiculous thing she wasn't sure. "I- I'm sorry."

He nodded his acceptance, reclining once more, his eyes closing, a clear indication he did not wish to speak on it anymore. Of course, after such a revelation, she definitely could not contain herself. "Who was she?" she asked.

He froze, and for a moment, she did not think he would answer. Then he sighed, the sound filled with a sort of grief she could not quite fathom despite her own losses. "Her name was Jesminda," he breathed.

And then, he told her the saddest story she'd ever heard.

#writing prompts #elucien angst #elucien #lucien and elain #lucien x elain #elain x lucien #elain and lucien

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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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I have no other works planned to release after this. It's time for me to start focusing on my original stories again. Thank you all for reading these and I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did.

Content warning: attempted murder and taunting

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Chapter 12

Respect of the Universe

The walk was hard and eventually Sebastian had to help Ominis get you to the lake. They knelt you down at the water's edge.

Sighing from the relief of getting off your legs, you looked out on the dark water as the rain slowed.

"How are you doing?" Ominis asked, drawing your attention.

"I'm just tired." You admitted as you leaned forward, slipping your hand into the water, magically calling out to any nearby creatures.

A calm feeling enveloped you as you allowed all of the magic you held to drain into the water as a tentacle wrapped around your hand, startling you for a second. Two eyes looked up at you from under the water as a familiar, albeit smaller, creature appeared.

"Isn't that the giant squid living in the Black lake in our time?" Sebastian asked softly.

You remember the tentacles reaching out of the water as you were in flying class, making you smile. It was as if the squid was waving at an old friend.

"Not quite so giant right now," Anne replied, with a chuckle.

The golden light filled the water around your hand, but the squid just watched you for a moment judging how you changed the magic.

You watched it worriedly until it playfully splashed water at you, before you felt your energy quickly draining as the color started to stain the water.

The strength you had slowly gotten used to while holding the magic was slipping away, getting your eyes to flicker close.

"Remember our promise," Ominis whispered thinking the worst was happening.

Smiling as much as you could, you rested your head against his. "I won't forget."

He let out a sharp exhale when you met his eyes, but he could see how tired you were getting.

When the squid splashed the water again, both of you looked back, seeing the burns on your arm had completely healed, while the water turned white and appeared like your body was soaking it up.

Godric chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It seems the universe decided your worth the magic Salazar stole. It's giving it back."

You thought you'd go back to being magicless, you had mentally prepared yourself for leaving Hogwarts and living life as a muggle.

The squid let out a soft noise as it tightened its tentacle.

"Thank you," you whispered, never realizing how much you wanted your magic until you no longer had it.

The squid slowly let go and slipped further into the water, giving you a wave like movement before completely disappearing into the dark lake.

Pulling your hand from the water, you looked at it, realizing you no longer felt exhausted.

"You look better." Sebastian teased as you moved to stand, only needing Ominis to steady you when you slipped on a particularly wet rock.

"I understand the water, but why did the squid?"

You looked back at Rowena. "It had to be accepted back after being judged at how damaged it was from the people who held it."

"That's why the wizard who took it couldn't return it?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, he twisted the magic with his greed and eventually his guilt, so he had to seal it away. Without emotions to feed on, it went dormant."

"Until Salazar kept trying to get to it," Godric added, staring out into the water.

You nodded. "The magic would have eventually been taken by Salazar, so it reached out in desperation for the magic that was equivalent to his, finding nothing until we showed up."

"And Salazar?" Helga asked, stepping forward. "I doubt he'll stop-"

"I took all of his magic," you admitted, earning surprise from the founders. "It was the only way I could ensure I didn't mess with the future by killing him."

"And us?" Sebastian asked softly. "We still don't have a way to get back to our time."

"We do actually," you replied, smiling at the water. "As a gift, a portal home will open when we return to the cave we arrived in."

Everyone fell quiet for a moment as the breeze moved through, giving you a chill.

"Did the universe bring us here on purpose?" Anne asked, pulling her robes closer to her.

"I have no idea, but things could have gone a lot worse if we hadn't come here."

Ominis sighed, shifting his weight to his other foot while he stood. "What happened to an uneventful sixth year?"

He held out his hand, which you took. "I guess we had something else planned for us."

He pulled you up to your feet.

"When will you four leave?" Godric asked, drawing everyone's attention.

"Did you get attached to us?" You teased, getting his eyes to roll.

"Not at all, I just didn't think it's a good idea to go at night."

Helga snickered and slapped him on the back. "You're a liar." She looked at the four of you. "You remind him of us back when we first met."

"I can see that," Sebastian laughed as the group moved to head up towards the school.

Ominis fell into step with you, before entwining his fingers with yours. "I'm glad you're okay."

You nudged his shoulder. "Back at you, Omni."

The four of you decided to wait a little bit to see what Salazar was going to do, but he went deep into hiding and vanished, just like the history books said.

So, now the four of you were walking towards your destination, it was a nice day. As you entered the cave, you saw the swirl of magic come to life.

"Let's hope your parents and Fig didn't hunt down every possible lead to find us," Sebastian teased.

Rolling your eyes, you moved close, motioning for your friends to go first.

Sebastian gave an exaggerated 'thank you' before you just shoved him through, his laughter echoing after him.

Anne stepped through next, giving you a smile.

Ominis stepped up and grabbed your hand, telling you that he was wanting to go through with you.

You grabbed his hand and turned toward the portal, until something grabbed you and shoved Ominis forward.

You were sent flying into the cave wall, hitting your head hard.

"You're not going anywhere," Salazar hissed as he flipped you on your back while his hands went around your neck, squeezing so tightly that you wanted to choke but couldn't.

You tried to reach for your wand, but he was pinning it with his leg. So, you reached for something to help and found a rock.

You grabbed it just as the corners of your eyes started to darken and smacked him in the side of the head.

He growled as he fell off you and you coughed so harshly it sent pain through your chest and throat.

Knowing you couldn't stay here, you rolled over and ran towards the portal. "Your own greed lead to this Salazar. Enjoy living as a muggle."

You heard him move to give chase as you jumped through, knocking into the three of them who were trying to find a way back in.

The portal closed up instantly as the four of you fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

You were a little busy gasping and coughing as Ominis pressed his hand down on your head, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Salazar-" Was all you were able to choke out.

"What are you three doing here?"

The three of them looked over as Fig made his way down the side of the crater with Richard Jordon following.

"Long story," Ominis said hurriedly. "Do you have any wiggenweld potion?"

He pulled a bottle from his pocket and handed it to him, noticing Ominis could see it.

"I have a feeling I missed a lot."

Ominis moved you to drink the potion, trying to be careful not to drown you.

"How long have we been gone?" Sebastian asked, getting a funny look to pass between Fig and Richard.

"Gone? She just walked in and stopped the magic."

You finally calmed down, breathing heavily only due to the adrenaline leaving your system.

Fig moved closer to examine your face once he saw the blood. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," you answered, glad to be home.

Fig, Richard and Weasley stared at the four of you in silence as you relaxed in the chair.

Everything from the last couple weeks has been hectic. To be sitting safely in Weasley's office was a blessing.

"I'm glad to say your escapade into the past hasn't changed history from what you remember," Fig said, looking towards Richard. "Salazar still vanished from school when he did. There's no record of your names at all. I think the founders hid it for your safety."

"Well, given what you've been through, I think you can take the rest of the day off," Weasley said, giving the four of you a smile.

You stood and headed towards the door after the twins.

"Oh, try not to go anywhere you can't return from."

You chuckled as you walked out of the office. "I'll try to stay put."

"We can go to our spot?" Ominis offered, grabbing the twin's attention. "A little bit of relaxation after whatever the heck just happened."

"Alright."

Bathing in the sun felt good, even if it had the trilling of Sebastian and Anne playing nearby.

Ominis's tail curled around you, as he began to fall asleep.

Moving to get comfortable, he cracked an eye open.

"Is something wrong?"

You looked his way. "No, I'm just tired. I feel like I haven't slept in ages, but I can't seem to fall asleep."

"What's on your mind?"

You shifted your head to look his way. "You."

Now wide awake, he stretched his paws. "In a bad way or a good way?"

"Depends on how you take it," you admitted.

"That sounds worrying."

You gave him a push with your paw. "It's not, I'm just worrying about you. I know your aunt wanted to believe Salazar wasn't all about dark magic and learning this-"

"Is no different from what I expected, you don't have to worry about that. All that matters to me is that you're safe."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. "Are you sure?"

He bumped his nose against yours, before shifting closer until he rested his head over your shoulders.

"Yes, I'm positive."

"What about you? Going through what you did, it was a lot."

Stretching you laid your head down. "I'm just going to file it in my bury deep and ignore it file."

"That's healthy," he replied sarcastically.

"It's better than thinking about it."

He grumbled, nudging you. "You can talk to me, I hope you know that."

Leaning into him, you relaxed. "I know Omni. I'm just- I never want to have that much power ever again."

"Careful, that's not very Slytherin of you."

Chuckling you moved your head out from under his, seeing his eyes shining in the light.

"Your eyes are still beautiful."

His head pressed into yours. "Thank you for granting my wish."

"It was a cute wish. I had to."

He chuckled as his eyes closed. "I have that other wish you could help me grant." His eyes sparkled as you looked at him. "Letting me see you everyday. Can we try to make sure that happens?"

"I don't know," you teased, shifting towards him. "I guess you're going to have to ask me tomorrow."

He stared at you for a moment, before giving an awkward shake of his head. He stood up sharply, the movement so fast you ended up rolling onto your back, where he began nudging at your stomach.

Laughing, you pawed at him to get him to stop and eventually he laid down beside you, allowing you to finish chuckling before you spoke.

"Why would you think I wouldn't want to spend my days with you?"

He sighed. "Well given what my family has done-"

"You're not your family. You're Ominis and all you've done since I came here is protected me. If that's not proof enough, I don't know what is."

"Yeah, but it's still a stain on everything."

You rolled his way, as he rested his head on the ground to stop himself from saying more.

"Only because you're allowing it to be. I don't hold you accountable for your family's actions. I love you. Not because because you're a Gaunt, but because you're Ominis."

He rolled onto your paws, getting you to laugh as he rested his head on them, not that it really fit.

"I love you too, I hope you know that."

"I do," you whispered, resting your head on his neck.

Your ear swished as you caught the sound of Sebastian and Anne running over, both of you straightened up to look.

"What'd you two do now?" Ominis asked, trying to get his tone to sound disappointed, but he couldn't quite get it right.

Sebastian's eyes danced between you two. "Should we be asking you two that?"

All those times he interrupted you and Ominis, it felt like payback was in order.

You looked at Ominis, who glanced at you, just before both of you jumped to your feet and ran at him.

He turned and bolted, so both of you gave chase, with Anne closely following telling her brother he had it coming before laughing.

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