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illyabata · 7 months

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♜ wriothesley and his big hands.

slightly suggestive in one paragraph, but romantically so :3

covered in callouses and scars, one wouldn’t imagine wriothesley’s hands to be a symbol of anything all too romantic. but he is nothing if not gentle—when it comes to you, at least.

the iron fists that he uses to keep the fortress of meropide under lock and key are the same ones that rest on your waist to find comfort, the same ones that tug you close at night, the same ones that cradle your face like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

his hands are rough and scary. his hands are the softest things you’ve ever felt.

he is incapable of consciously doing anything that would bring you harm. he has only ever laid you down—gently, carefully—kissing you, worshipping you. he wants to be able to see your face no matter what; he wants to be able to hold it no matter what. he wants access to all of you—he wants to be intimate with you.

wriothesley is a big man, but it has never scared you. he has done things less than desirable to land himself in a place like the fortress of meropide, but it has never scared you. his hands are rough; his hands are big; his hands are covered in blood—but it has never scared you.

the scars that run down his neck, stripe his chest, crowd his arms: you trace each one with your fingers—your small, soft fingers—and he shivers as if you possess a cryo vision of your own. your untainted, un-calloused hands touch each intersection and cluster of healed wounds with absolute fascination, listening so intimately to the stories tattooed on his body by his own spilt blood, as if the stretched skin were the grooves on a record, your little hands the needle on the player; as if by tracing these grooves, the memories recorded in their wake would unfold.

just as a music player reads the language of its disc, you have the unique understanding of the language on wriothesley’s skin.

he secretly prides himself that he is able to protect you. that he alone can provide you the comfort and stability you desire—no other man. it is wriothesley, even with the sutures that litter his body, who has the privilege of being yours, and of having you as his own. to you, his scars are not a measure of his worth. his scars are not some separate, unfortunate feature that you are merely excusing in order to love him, no—they’re included in the contract. they are a part of what it means to love him.

the gracious nature of his authority commands respect from anyone who knows his name—and there is no man who does not. he is greatly loved by all, and he is greatly feared by all—but not by you. they love him for what he does; they love him as the man he presents himself to be in small, carefully crafted fragments.

yours is the privilege to love him as a whole, and it is yours alone.

so how are we feeling wriothesley nation (i still dont know how to pronounce his name, i use the korean voiceover) (also reblogs are appreciated because i’m just getting started here)

#genshin impact #wriothesley x reader #wrio x reader #wriothesley #genshin wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #sorry the paragraphs are sort of all over the place #its like a coagulation of broken thoughts idek at this point #pretty happy with it overall tjpuvh #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin writing #mbj.write

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heartss4val · 10 months

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𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie while dating. (gn reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 1/?

— Edmund leaves little notes everywhere. In the pages of your books, the pockets of your pants, etc. Usually they just consist of sweet words and reminders to eat and take care of yourself as a much needed endorphin boost. He always makes sure to fill up the entire piece of paper, front and back until there's no space to write any more loving words. — Random "I love you"s throughout the day for no particular reason. — Playful arguments over the most miniscule things, I mean seriously, the two of you bicker like a married couple. Edmund can be quite argumentative, but not in the way you expect. No, usually you quarrel over the correct way to toast a piece of bread, topics such as that. None of it is serious of course, nine times out of ten it turns into a tickle fight that ends with a cuddle session anyway. — Edmund naturally smiles excessively around you. He doesn't really think about it, it just happens. Like this guy literally GLOWS when he sees you, it's not even funny. When you look at him, he smiles. When you rant, he smiles. When you talk about your interests, he smiles. No matter where the two of you are and what you're doing, he's always grinning around you, both of you in your own world. — Even though Edmund is one of the most renowned swordsman in Narnia, that doesn't mean he's immune to the occasional injury. And so, you have to tend to his wounds quite often. Sometimes you end up scolding him if the wound was the result of reckless actions and impulsive behavior, and yes he appreciates the concern, but he just thinks it's cute how your lips form into a pout whenever he comes back with a new injury to tend to. He adores how much you care for him, even if it's just through small actions. — Absolute SUCKER for when you kiss his scars. Edmund used to see his scars as a nuisance, only there to remind him of the treacheries of war and danger. But of course, life has different perspectives for different people. So when you came around, reassuring him that his blemishes were a sign of his bravery and strength from the pain he endured, he felt like he was going to cry. And the second your lips came in contact with a particular scar just shy of his collarbone, he immediately felt comfort and a sense of safety wash over him. Maybe it was the warmth of your lips, or the alleviation of your words, whatever it was, it made him feel like maybe everything was going to be okay. — Kisses on the nape and shoulder. (goes both ways) — Since we're on the topic of kissing, Edmund has a thing for tracing your jawline before or while the two of you are kissing, or just sharing an intimate moment in general. He prefers to rest one hand on the curve of your hip, and the other hand caressing your jaw, no matter what the position is. He also enjoys trailing little pecks from the side of your neck to the corner of your lips before he finally presses his lips against yours. — Chess dates!! Yeah, it doesn't sound like the most romantic activity but, cmon, it's Edmund Pevensie. He'll find a way to make it memorable. And while he loves a fair match, (who doesn't?) sometimes he just so happens to "accidentally" put his king in danger and — oh will you look at that, you won. Yeah, maybe he changed up his moves a little so you would win, but it's all worth it to him. He adores the sight of your eyes lighting up, and how you throw your hands up in triumph and shout in glee. While you're busy celebrating, he gazes at you fondly with an impossibly soft look in his eyes. One of his hands is lying on his cheek, supporting his head, while his other hand still remains on his king. Even though he "lost", his smile is wide as ever because as long as you're happy, he's happy.

— On days when he's not busy with training or just occupied with the responsibilities that come with being one of the kings of Narnia, picnic dates are a must. He cooks up your favorite meals and packs them up in a picnic box along with the traditional red and white checkered blanket, and off you go. It's kind of just a de-stresser for him. Quality time with you and a home cooked meal to go along with it. Sometimes he brings you to brings you to picturesque flower fields, or the patch of green grass directly in front of the river front. No matter where it is, Edmund has his reasons for why he chose those specific locations. They always remind him of you. The two of you watch the sun slowly disappear under the horizon as you both lay on the checkered blanket, with your head resting on his chest and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, it looks just like a scene straight out of a fairytale. — Edmund is always eager to prove his love and devotion to you. He's deeply committed to you, and loves to declare it proudly. Sometimes he writes short poems about you, recounting his favorite moments the two of you shared. He describes the way your hair blows in the wind while the two of you are horseback riding, or how your smile is one of his favorite sights, he writes about anything regarding you. He just pours out his feelings onto a piece of paper. And when the stack of poetry about you piles up too high on his desk, he ties it up neatly in a ribbon and places it on your bedside table for you to wake up to. (CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD GUYS 🗣️🗣️ ) — Edmund has a thing for kissing your hand. Like not even as a greeting, just in general. He just thinks of it as another way of showing his love and admiration for you. He brushes his lips against your palm and trails kisses up your fingertips, like HELLO??? — All in all, your relationship with Edmund Pevensie is truly one of a kind. ∙ u guys i know i havent posted a proper story since like may, and honestly i have no excuse i was just being lazy af. also my love for edmund has kind of faded but i started writing this months ago and decided i might as well finish it. ∙ so next time i post, it probably won't be edmund pevensie related, OR MAYBE IT WILL!! i still have many ideas (don't unfollow me pls im sorry LMAO) ∙ until next time, (and trust me, there will be a next time.) xx valerie.

#edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie fluff #edmund pevensie fanfiction #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund x reader #narnia #edmund pevensie headcanon #narnia x reader #edmund pevensie x you

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kurogane2512 · 11 months

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If that okay, can I please get headcanon of Himiko, Kafka, and Natasha trying to help female reader to deal with anger issues? Like as the fluff and maybe a little angst, if you're comfortable with it.

Yes, of course! So sorry for being late and thank you for waiting <3

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Himeko, Kafka, Natasha x fem!reader

Type: Fluff (dealing with anger issues)

Natasha

She's very caring and kind, honestly a medicine by herself. You are her childhood friend since the days at Rivet Town, you know everything about each other and are practically inseparable. You have always been each other's best support and had a mutual crush, eventually forming a romantic relationship.

You have always been a bit short-tempered due to how life in the Underworld was but she always knows how to calm you and soothe you. When she was accused of killing her brother out of jealously, you were the only one to be by her side and believe in her. At present, you help her around the clinic and other activities.

"Y/n, my love, could you deliver these medicines to the elders down the street?"

Natasha requested and you easily accepted, going out to deliver her medicines to the mentioned address. On the way, some children from around the town huddled around you requesting you to play with them. You had delivered the medicines and were on the way back when you overheard some people talking about Natasha.

"Hey, don't you think Natasha's medicines have been ineffective recently?"

"Recently? I believe they never worked. Her brother was the true miracle artist, she's nothing compared to him."

"Huh, and to imagine she killed him for that. In the end, her medicines still don't work and we lost someone truly skilled."

Such gossip happened rarely now but it always made you lose control. You ended up initiating a fight with the group, kicking and punching them for mocking Natasha. These were the moments you'd get truly angry; you didn't tolerate any of this. The kids end up calling Natasha to stop you, who hurriedly apologizes to everyone and drags you back to the clinic.

"My love, I have told you so many times not to fight that way...." Natasha pleads while sitting beside you and applying medicine on your wounds.

You scoff, "Hmph, they were making fun of you. I won't tolerate that!"

"Y/n....I have told you to control it, haven't I? Look how you injured your cute face...."

She gently rubbed on your wounds with the cotton swab, making you blush slightly and look away.

"W-Well, it does pain a bit...."

"It does? Well then let me soothe you~"

She turned your face towards herself and planted soft kisses on it, especially on the wounds. Her lips travelled all over your face and you pulled her closer to make her straddle your lap, arms wrapping around your neck as you place your lips on hers. This was the best way to calm you, just be in her loving embrace and feel her body on yours.

She chuckled as she pulled away, "It's so cute how you can be so assertive at one moment then become so childish the next~"

You blush and hug her closely, keeping your face in the crook of her neck while she caresses the back of your head and pecks your forehead. "Thank you, my love but please, don't hurt yourself any more."

"Okay....sorry for increasing your work."

"Hehe~ You'll compensate by working extra for me~"

Himeko

Himeko's nature is quite mysterious; she's motherly and kind on surface but deep down she harbors loneliness. The two of you met in the most unlikely circumstances, then fell in love in even more unlikeliness. You were a researcher at Herta Space Station, one of the closest to Herta. You had met Himeko a couple of times when the Express came there and you two naturally bonded over some shared interests.

However, forming a long-distance relationship didn't turn out as you had expected. She'd be away for months, cruising around in the Express and going to new places, meeting new people. While you were stuck in that floating monument with a hell of a boss to deal with. Herta's antics would already make you irritated enough, then the loneliness from not meeting your lover would also contribute.

"Y/n, have you run the tests I asked yesterday?" Herta asked as she paced around the lab while you were sitting on your desk, looking at your phone and not hearing her.

"Y/n? Oi, I asked you something!" she lightly punched your shoulder, making you quickly stand up and bow.

"S-Sorry, did you say something?"

"Seriously! Stop looking at your phone all the time. This is the third time I have caught you this week already! She'll reply when she has time, get on with your work!"

You gritted your teeth and slammed the table, catching Herta off guard. But you held back your emotions and instead stormed out of the lab and went to your room. You slammed the door shut and leaned against it, fists clenched, when you noticed the lamp of your desk was switched on and a note was kept on it.

You walked up to the desk and picked up the note only to be immediately surprised as it was from none other than Himeko herself. She hadn't replied to your messages nor called in over a week, it was the first time you went so long without any contact. Yet, finding a handwritten letter from her was the last thing you were expecting.

"Dear Y/n, listen, i know this isn't easy for you and I'm so proud of you for keeping up. Wait for me, okay? i long to see you too and when I can....I'll love you dearly." -Himeko.

You were confused as to how the letter even reached here when suddenly a pair of arms was wrapped around you, a familiar fragrance and presence embracing you.

"Sshh~ It's me." Himeko whispered as she buried her face in your neck and hugged you closely. You stood frozen at your place, too surprised to respond.

"Surprise~" she mused and kissed your neck, happily giggling.

"....When did you come?" you coldly asked, making her slightly surprised at your dull reaction.

"Hm? Just some minutes ago. I heard Herta shouting at you, was everything fine?"

"Yes..."

She furrowed her brows and held you tighter, "What is it? Are you not happy to see me?"

You remained silent and she became worried then turned you around to look at you.

"Are you angry about the messages? I'm sorry, it was really busy this past week. And I had already planned to stop by so I thought it'd be a nice way to make you surprised."

You pursed your lips and mumbled, "I thought you didn't love me anymore...."

Himeko's eyes widened and she cupped your face, "What? No— Why would I—?!"

"I thought you wanted to break up and get this over with! I thought it's an inconvenience for you and maybe you found someone better! I....I got frustrated and....I didn't know what to do!"

You shouted and tears formed in your eyes, she was even more shocked. You were about to speak more but she quickly leaned in and placed her lips on yours, roughly kissing you. Your hands grabbed her shoulders as hers snaked around your waist and she pushed you against the desk, making you lean on the edge.

She kissed you deeply and passionately, her way of telling you how much she loved you and that your fears were unfounded. She let go after a while and immediately kissed your neck, licking at a spot and biting followed by sucking, a mark forming on your skin.

"I missed you, my darling. And I still love you very dearly, you have no idea how difficult it was for me without you as well. I promise I won't make you feel that way ever again. Will you forgive me?"

You slowly smiled and nodded, "Of course. I'm....very happy to see you, I missed you too."

Kafka

Oh god, she won't tolerate you being angry at all. Jk, but don't worry she has her ways to quell your anger for sure. You are a Stellaron Hunter and it hasn't been long since you joined. Naturally, you are an amateur compared to veterans like her and Silver Wolf. This also meant that you were incompetent and failed some missions.

You weren't given any major missions but there had been a few important ones where you performed below expectations and angered the higher-ups. Nobody liked getting an earful, and you particularly didn't have fond memories of it. You'd end up thrashing your room after every scolding in order to get out your frustration, and perhaps that's exactly what attracted Kafka.

"Y/n, what is this?! Another failed mission! This is twice in a row, are you even serious about your position?!" Elio shouted over the phone, making you squirm away and grit your teeth.

"I-I'm sorry...I—"

"I want you back at the HQ tomorrow, anyhow. Otherwise....you won't hear from us again, ever."

He cut the phone and you clicked your tongue before standing up and kicking the chair followed by throwing away the books across the room as you cursed yourself for being so weak and incompetent.

"Ooh~ This time the damage isn't much~"

A familiar voice spoke from behind and you turned around to see Kafka standing at the door, whistling to herself as she leisurely walked inside.

"So? What is it this time?"

"....He wants me at the HQ tomorrow."

"My, too bad. But it makes sense. You jeopardized the mission quite badly this time. Do you realize what is at stake here? One wrong move and you will be caught by the Peace Corporation and jailed, or much worse....executed. Do you how realize how troublesome it would be for the rest of us?"

She continued speaking— lecturing, to be precise. Kafka usually didn't care about others, much less her colleagues. However, a part of her seemed to care for you as a lover and partner and her lecturing was to help you improve. But she didn't always choose the right time.

"Don't lecture me about stakes and my incompetence! I wi—"

She suddenly pushed you to the wall behind and pinned you, covering your mouth her hand.

"Sssh, now don't you interrupt again when I'm talking~"

You glared at her, she removed her hand and you were about to talk back but she connected her lips with yours and stopped you from speaking. Her body pressed against you as she went deeper and more sensual, making you forget all your anger and instead be focused on her.

"Hmm~ It's almost too easy to shut you up this way. I wonder how others would react if they knew of this~"

"H-How dare you— mhm!~"

She again kissed you, this time slipping her tongue in and rolling it with yours. Your muffled voices resounded in the room until she finally let go, both of you panting with reddened faces.

"Looks like you have lost all steam now. Call me again in case you need it~"

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #himeko x reader #hsr himeko x reader #natasha x reader #hsr natasha x reader #kafka x reader #hsr kafka x reader #hsr natasha #hsr kafka #hsr himeko #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff

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hina-hina · 1 year

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König and his s/o that's like always super nice and kind to everyone but then the moment they step onto the field they turn horrifying? Like deathly silent would prolly snap your neck in half with their bare hands type

Such an interesting request, friend! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy!! (～￣▽￣)～

Wow so this turned into something completely different, but I still hope you like it!

This work is not beta-read!

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|| König With a Nice but Scary S/O ||

Tags: Fluff, Scary!Reader, Established Relationship, Soft, Cleaning each others wounds, Kinda Sad, Comfort, Caretaking, König is Babygirl, Short.

Warnings: vague mention of blood and violence

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

I sort of thing he would be the same in a way

I think he can get quite scary when he is out on the field, in the heat of battle

But, while he is like this on the battlefield, I imagine your scariness would be unpredictable

Like, one minute you can be the nicest person on the planet and then someone gets on your bad side and it's downhill from there

I also imagine you being really protective of König

Like, if a rookie comes in thinking they can poke fun at him due to his quite, anxious nature, you immediately step in

They start warning each other not to say anything mean to König, then the rookies get surprised when they say he isn't the one they should be scared of

Because, yes König could easily handle himself, he isn't a big fan of confrontational and he doesn't like to be seen as scary

You, on the other mind don't mind at all

I can also see you not really knowing that other people see you as scary

Like, König is just like "Maus, you need to stop scaring the new guys."

And you're just like, me? Scary?

Because in reality you aren't really and you are actually quite kind to everyone,

König tells them that you just value respect and if they act with respect you will in turn

They are even more concerned with how you act on the field

If you were scary before, you are down-right feral in the field

You go silent with this look in your eye that begs anyone to mess with you

You and König work as a power-couple together

You are like unsuspecting silently feral type, he is a loud and unabashed feral type

the two of you often have to be reeled in after an op, the both of you wildly blood thirsty

But then imagine the two of you, wrapped up in each others arms as you come down from the adrenaline

The two of you gently cleaning each others wounds and exchanging soft kisses

After the adrenaline wears off your both bone tired and in need of a good nap

Your hands were laid across his shoulders, slowly sliding down to unclip the latches on his tactical vest. He hums lightly, lifting one of his large hands to your face, a damp washcloth secured in it to wipe at the blood splatters across your cheeks. The heavy vest drops with a thump, neither of you caring about where your gear ends up in that moment.

Your hand comes up and covers his, laying a gentle kiss on his knuckles. You gently take the cloth from his hand, moving your other hand up to remove his veil. You wait for his small nod of approval before you lift it off, throwing it over the dresser in the corner. König flattens his hand across your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb moving along it. Your smile while looking at his face, pushing some of his long fringe back from his eyes before beginning to wipe at the eye-black that rims them. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch, his other hand rubbing up and down on your outstretched arm.

When you seem satisfied with his newly cleaned face, you throw your cloth down onto the bedside table to be dealt with later. König moves in, placing the softest kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to mutter, "Let's go to sleep, Maus" against your lips. With a gentle tug, he slumps down onto his too-small cot and pulls you across his chest. The cot was barely enough to fit just him but even with the two of you, it didn't feel too small.

It was jarring to you, that two people so intimately capable of violence were allowed such softness. That two monsters, as you were often called, were allowed moments like this. Maybe you were monsters. You didn't really mind as long as you could be a monster with him.

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yanderes-galore · 22 days

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Could I request your prompts 2, 31, and 42 for Sukuna? I feel like they fit his sadistic nature, only really caring about his own needs and desires, treating his Darling more like an object to possess than an actual person.

Hope you all want more cruel yanderes because here's the king of them right here. This gets a bit... intimate in terms of kissing but nothing too bad. Read at your own risk.

Yandere! Ryomen Sukuna Prompts 2, 31, 42

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

"Even if I have to break you... I'll never stop loving you."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Implications/Mentions of intimate activities, Degrading behavior, Slight drinking of blood, Neck kissing, Possessive behavior, Biting, Forced "relationship".

Sukuna was always rough with his playthings. Right up until the point he usually breaks them by the end of his sessions. However... with you... he is mindful of your limits.

He doesn't plan on tossing you away too soon, after all.

He finds you... special.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!" Sukuna grins, circling you like a predator would prey. His teeth flash as he eyes your neck, claws ready to dig into your sides. "Not many can keep me this entertained... you're lucky, really."

Sukuna then walks in front of you, claws restricting your movement as he laughs. He adores the fear in your eyes when he confronts you like this. Poor you... so close to Itadori... yet flinch away when the demon comes out to play.

He presses his lips to your neck playfully, a ritual he's surprised you aren't quite used to at this point. You gasp when you feel his teeth graze your neck before he continues to mark the flesh. You hear him chuckle as he pulls away to whisper in your ear.

"How's it feel?" He purrs in your ear. "How's it feel to have someone like me so addicted to your taste, hm~? You're like ambrosia."

Sukuna presses a kiss to your lips quickly before moving his attention to nipping your neck. He loves it when you flinch. He loves it when you shiver.

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...." Sukuna whispers, lapping at the small wound with a grin. "It's never fair when that brat gets to have you all the time."

He then pulls away, the taste of your blood lingering on his tongue as he chuckles again. You stare when he caresses your cheek, eyes half lidded in bliss. When it comes to human love... you're his only exception.

Even then... he likes the rougher kind of adoration.

"Scared, aren't you?" Sukuna taunts, kissing your lips again playfully before pulling away. "Maybe you should be... someone like me loving you may be problematic for you...."

Another dark chuckle resounds from him at the thought. The thought of breaking you intrigues him. He's never enjoyed such a connection before... certainly not with any other toys, at least.

"Even if I have to break you..." Sukuna purrs, kissing the other side of your neck, "I'll never stop loving you."

"I'm not planning on letting that brat or anyone have you..." Sukuna growls, nipping your neck to see your breath hitch.

"You're my doll to play with..." Sukuna purrs, pressing you against him tightly.

"You're my toy to break...."

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere sukuna #yandere ryomen sukuna

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pupkashi · 10 months

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picnics

in which mother nature decides picnics are no good without a little rain

a/n: hi hi ! how are you all? i hope well <3 sorry for taking literal months to get to this request i hope you’re still around to find this anon !! let me know what y’all think :]

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there’s a sort of deeply romantic aspect about picnics. a plush blanket beneath you, reaching only so far before the blades of grass peak over, tickling at your legs if you don’t scoot in closer. there’s a small array of foods and snacks splayed infront of the two of you, the basket you’d bought only 30 minutes ago overflowing with sweets that your lover had bought in a haste.

“we have to go fast! what if someone takes our spot!” satoru had cried out, loading your shopping cart in a frenzy of moves before rushing you to the self checkout. you kept up as best you could, his much longer legs making significantly larger slides than your smaller ones, almost jogging to stay next to him.

“it isn’t that serious” you laughed, slowing down to catch your breath before he turned to look at you, his mouth falling open.

“this is our romantic spark we are talking about! the spontaneous-ness of our relationship!” you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling as you agreed with him and walked with him to self checkout, loading the car up and heading to the park you were currently at.

“this is nice” you smiled, your head in satoru’s lap as he finished off the last chocolate covered strawberry, humming in agreement before wiping his hands and smiling down at you.

“didnt i pick such a great spot?” he’s grinning at your nod of approval, relishing in the way the sunlight bathed your body. your hair was messed up from the wind, but he thought it made you more charming.

you sat up, crossing your legs and letting out an ‘oomph’ sound when satoru practically threw his head in your lap, looking at you with bright eyes behind his sunglasses.

“play with my hair?” he asked, already fluttering his eyes closed before you answered, knowing you’d never refuse him.

“course angel boy” you replied, your hands finding their way to his snowy locks, easily carding through the soft strands. “you’re so pretty” you whisper, gojo’s ear peeking up at your compliment.

“you’ve been using my shampoo haven’t you?” you accuse, causing one of his eyes to open and look at you.

“conditioner too” he quipped, grinning as you smacked his chest, “ow!” he groaned, you only scoffed at him, hitting him again and causing a smile to form in his lips.

“as if that hurt at all you wimp!” you laughed. watching as he sat up, a pout replacing his smile.

“you wound me with your words, lover of mine” his face falling for dramatic effect, you can’t stop the laughter that shakes your whole body, throwing your arms around satoru as you continue laughing loudly.

gojo doesn’t struggle, easily falling on his back and laughing along with you, wheezes and squeaks soon being the only noises heard from the two of you.

then, a bolt of lightning, a loud crack and boom. the two of you staring at each other, then the food infront of you, and locking eyes again.

it’s too late when you both reach for the food, fat raindrops falling quickly and relentlessly on both of you and the food.

“the candy!” satoru cries, reaching for it and shoving it in the basket, closing it and trying to shield it from the pouring rain.

he glanced over at you, deciding in that moment he cared about nothing else but you.

you who was smiling and giggling as the rain soaked your clothes, your hair sticking to your face, droplets of water running down your neck when you turn to look at your lover, laughing when you see the small frown on his lips.

“your theatrics caused this” you accuse teasingly, laughing when gojo smiled back at you, throwing his head back in laughter.

he’s living up to his pet name in that moment, the white hair sticking to his forehead, strands soaking and dripping water, there’s a droplet on his nose bound to fall any second. his black tshirt is sticking to his skin, you can see the soft outline of his muscles when he flexes a bit, abs visible if you stare just a bit too much.

it’s not long before he’s taking his phone out, playing stupidly romantic music and yanking you up to stand.

“we have to dance in the rain!” he speaks excitedly, practically glowing as he leads you to the beat of the music, the two of you laughing at the comments the other makes.

there’s another loud clap of thunder that has you jumping, your head hitting Gojo’s nose.

“oh my god sorry!” you cry out, taking a hold of his chin and making him face you, making sure he wasn’t bleeding, breath hitching at how gorgeous he looked.

“staring at my pretty face?” he grins, eyes glinting when your hand moves from his chin to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“who said you had a pretty face to stare at?” there’s a lilt to your voice, you’re biting back a smile and he knows it.

“oh i dunno, just this very beautiful person i go on spontaneous picnics with” he smiles, his hands shaking around your waist and pulling you close, the rain still going strong as he crashes his lips onto yours.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, when another clap of thunder causes you to jump, biting down on his bottom lip.

the two of you pull away, satoru laughing at the concern etched in your features, assuring you he’s fine, chasing your lips for more kisses.

the two of you end up in the car with drenched clothes, soggy candy and a dripping wet blanket, a satisfied sigh leaving either of your guys’ lips as the warm air hit your bodies.

“fun picnic” you laughed, watching as gojo reversed out of the parking spot, his hand places behind your headrest, his muscles practically straining against the wet t shirt.

“much more wet than i anticipated” he smiled, “but fun” a dazzling smile on his face as he drove home, the two of you hurrying in under the still pouring rain, rushing to change out of your wet shoes and drenched clothes.

“i heard it’s good to take a warm bath after getting caught in the rain” satoru speaks, “especially with your amazing awesome pretty boyfriend” a grin on his face as he takes his shirt off and throws it in the washing machine alongside your clothes.

“who said that?” you question, a brow raised as you slip on one of satoru’s t shirt and some clean shorts.

“experts say” he confirms, a much to believable look on his face that has you smiling.

“does this expert happen to be the ‘awesome amazing cute boyfriend’ in question?” you’re almost standing chest to chest now, he smiling down at you as he nods.

“pretty boyfriend” he corrects, “maybe we should check and make sure my idea is correct” mischief and excitement swirling in his bright eyes as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“in the name of science of course” you state, already walking to the restroom.

“of course” he beams, hot on your heels, his heart growing in size as you look back at him, bright smile on your face and a look of love on your face.

#not proof read we die like men #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x reader fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff

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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, yandere James's s/o tries to escape

cw(s): yandere themes, semi-graphic gore, suggestive themes

☾ He hadn't killed you yet, but he will. You two had such a good thing going. He stalked you through the hotel and fell madly in love with you. You stayed unaware and gave him perfect views into your body and soul. You just had to go and do this. You just had to go and try to escape. Now he's dragging your body into a torture chamber and strapping you onto a metal table.

☾ He is still madly in love with you. He's getting drunk off of those terrified faces you're making and how your features contort into unending petrification. He may even be a little excited that such a delicate bird like you tried to fly from their cage. It gives him a chance to try some more of his extreme methods to make you submissive to his words and will.

☾ You won't be in peace for many weeks to come. The times you are visited by James are filled with 'reprogramming' as he has coined it. This is a mix of torture and praise. He keeps you on high alert constantly. You don't know whether he is going to choose to take you on the table once again or ruthlessly dig his favorite knives into your skin, so you know how he felt when you tried to leave him.

☾ Naturally, he first broke your legs. It is for the 'reprogramming'. You need to be dependent on him. You need to be nothing without him. Don't worry. He won't allow them to heal incorrectly. He won't allow them to heal at all. He threatens you with cutting them off and then killing you. It would be so romantic. You wouldn't be able to act like the Countess. You'd have to depend on him to carry you everywhere. ♡

☾ He starves you of food and his attention. He makes you eat from his hands. He makes you eat from the utensil he is holding. Oh no, sweetheart. You have not earned the right to eat at the table with him again. You will be eating on the metal table. Perhaps if he is feeling generous he will unstrap you and allow you to sit up. If you spit at him or refuse, you'll only make it infinity worse for yourself. No more food for you. The Countess is now delivering your food. As much as she detests James, she hates it more that he's found someone he truly loves. So she manages to be even worse than he is.

☾ He breaks your mind by allowing the addiction demon to be your constant companion. He soaks in your tortured screams as his hand fiddles with his belt. As much as he'd love to indulge in his carnal needs... he'd rather just use the lovely companion he has in the torture chamber. It'll give you a reprieve from the demon. He gets to hear you beg for him and his body. It's like falling in love with you all over again.

☾ He injects you with many different drugs. He paints you with many scars from his most beloved tools. It felt like years before your pain finally ceased. In reality, it could have been just days. James came in to the torture chamber and whispered 'I love you, darling' into your ear. He cut your neck wide open so you would have a matching neck wound. As the life leaves your eyes he presses kisses all over your face. He gropes your body and moans. 'We will be forever together. There is no escape now.'

☾ You awake in his bed with a new pair of sleepware on. You look so pretty and cute. You touch your neck and the slit is there. James can't get enough of it. You tried to escape and now he has you forever.

☾ James taxedermied your dead body. He thinks it's the greatest thing he could do for you. He keeps it next to the 10 Commandment jars. Your body even gets its own glass case. No disgusting chute for you. His love deserves so much more.

☾ He doesn't allow you out of his sight. If you stray too far from his side he summons the addiction demon to terrorize you until you come back. He makes sure that you are so utterly pathetic and lost without his constant attention and care.

☾ He's still very paranoid that you will find someway to escape. He makes sure every guest that enters the hotel doesn't have any affinity for the dark arts. He makes sure no holy people come in either. The last thing he needs is your soul being saved. He needs you here for all eternity with him. If you try and beg for help with other guests he only drags you back. He pulls you into his embrace and gently tsks you. He treats you almost like a bratty, disobedient child. He secretly loves when you're bratty. He loves an excuse to punish you.

☾ You are under his control at all times. Yet, you also have such a control on him. The mere absence of your presence causes him to go on a murderous frenzy. In the lack of your absence he seeks out the Countess for some hate-filled companionship. He has canceled his monthly dinners with the Countess. Something new arises. A sort of punishment from your previous escape that has now made James addicted. You are all in the dining room but the Countess has to watch as he toys with you, makes out with you, plays with the pretty little throat slit he gave you. He doesn't allow her to say anything to you. He just makes her watch. He makes her watch so that he is able to get revenge. As I said, this was originally about 'reprogramming you'... now it is just a greater payback, and an erotic payback at that.

☾ You are able to use that small amount of control over him to get anything you'd like. Your freedom? No. Space or privacy? No. The greatest luxuries and lavish goods one could wish for? Yes. Behave and he'll offer the world to your hands. You may even be able to talk with a guest or two— if he's allowed to stay by your side in his invisible ghost mode— and he gets to brutally slaughter them after.

☾ It'll take over a year for you to gain any semblance of his trust back. After that, you have a better chance of exploiting him and possibly escaping through exorcism or attachment to someone's presence. You will get more freedoms and responsibilities within the hotel. Does that mean he's gonna leave you alone? Not even a little. He may just leave for a few minutes to commit another massacre of guests.

☾ You may have lost your chance to ever escape at after 2026. The hotel is now a historical landmark. They will never tear it down. The place is ever so popular. People go just for the possibility of getting murdered. And oh? James is even more possessive of you as the hotel gains popularity. These swine have come to see his beautiful god(dess)!? They have come just to see if they are able to help you escape? 'Darling, you cannot leave anywhere without me. It's not safe. They want to take you from me. I will not allow it! There will be no arguments on this subject matter! Understood?'

☾ He does not allow any of the other ghosts around you. You are completely isolated except for him. If one or two of them try to pity you they are tortured and scared out of spending time with you.

☾ He contemplates binding your souls together. It's a risky ritual. It would require a talented witch or warlock. It is the process in which you and your soul mate conjoin your souls through time and space. Through every reincarnation you both will find each other. Even if you do not remember you will be tied together. It is a manipulation of fate considering you already had a soul bound to you. James was infuriated when he found that out. He is more likely to do it even more now. He can't have your soul escape, and you find whoever it is that your soul is bound to. You belong to him! Him only!

☾ He treats everyday with you like it is your last. He constantly showers you in praise and love. He allows makes you watch his killings. He is just so utterly obsessed with your presence. He makes it so you would never want to leave. Right? Darling? Dearest? Love of my life? God(dess) of everything in my life?

☾ If somehow all of this didn't manage to move your heart and you still wanted to escape, he would be devastated. He would resort to begging on his hands and knees and sobbing. It would be quite out of character for him. Can't you just see that's what you do to him?

☾ He will do anything and everything. He will make you his forever. He will go through with the soul binding ritual. He will kiss away all of your attempts at anger. He will soothe your need to lash out. He will practically be floating in the heavens. You are his, forever. You are his even after death. In the next lifetime he will have you. He will have you in the lifetime after that as well. It makes his dead body flush. His desire for you just continuously grows even though he has you for all life and eternity.

☾ You'll never truly escape his presence. You'll never truly leave this hotel. Even if it crumbles and the world caves in— he'll pass on with your lips locked together, his hand in yours.

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friendsoup · 5 months

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HEYYY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE MEDI IM SOBBING AAAA- could you write something with medi getting hurt in some way, and reader patches them up? :>

Boo-Boos

Recipe: Not strictly romantic, Medi is implied to have romantic feelings for reader, Reader's feelings are up to you, Medi x Reader, GN! Reader, APPle and Regulus ship it, Clumsy! Reader, Oblivious! Reader, Medi is a tsundere. Sorry.

WC: 1,351

Chef's Note: SOOOO.... I may have read this prompt wrong the first time.... So you get the best of both worlds! Medi patches up reader, and then reader patches up Medi! I hope you enjoy!

You always manage to get in the worst situations. Perhaps it was because you’re naturally clumsy. Or maybe it was just due to dumb luck. Whatever the case, tragedy always seemed to befall you. Whether it be knocks to the head, tripping over nothing, or scars you had no clue the origins of. Today was no different. You were on patrol, fighting critters for the timekeeper, when your legs got twisted with each other, and you fell. You were lucky that your teammates covered your slack, though you’d managed to get quite the hefty scrape on your chin. Not that it bothered you, though. You’d suffered greater scrapes and bumps in your time, and were convinced you’d be fine on your own. Regulus was the one to change your mind on that. “You’ll be no use to us if your wounds are all infected!” She argued, as the two of you walked back to the suitcase. “You should go see Medicine Pocket! They’re a doctor!” “I’m sure just a few bandaids will cover me.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Does it really look that bad?” “You’re bleeding!” Regulus exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “If you get sick, then your chores will fall onto my shoulders!” You laughed at that. Though she was right. Getting sick was a good way to throw off the entire balance of the team, and you didn’t want to be a burden to the timekeeper.a

“Besides, if you go see Medi, you might get some special treatment.” She elbowed you in the side, the action only shooting more pain up your ribs. “What do you mean by that?” You asked, your eyebrows drawing up in genuine confusion.

Regulus just stood there for a moment, stunned that you didn’t understand her words.

“What the Captain is meaning to say, is that Dr.Medicine Pocket is awfully fond of you.” APPle pipes up, floating behind the two of you. “Perhaps, if you are to visit their room, they can provide you with a better experience than our other healers can.”

“Medi is fond of me?” You ask, blinking. “No way! They’re always so mean…” That simply earns a groan out of Regulus, who shakes her head. “God, you’re just like Vertin! I can’t stand it sometimes!” “You should visit Dr.Medicine Pocket anyways, and confirm for yourself.” APPle encourages. You nod. If even the reasonable APPle agrees, then perhaps there’s some merit in what Regulus is saying.

And so, you make your way through the suitcase, down to Medicine Pocket’s laboratory. It’s quite easy to find, following the sounds of dog’s barking and the sterile smell of medical equipment. It’s a path you’ve walked before, many times. “Medi, are you here?” You call from the doorway. Instinctively, you rub at your chin, cringing when you glance back at your hand. That’s a lot of blood. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the middle of something. Can you come back-” They dismissively wave to you, before looking up from their work. “Holy fuck!” “Haha! Hi!” You smile and wave. “[Y/N]. What the fuck did you do?” They hiss, standing from their seat and making their way over to you. They grab you by the shoulders, pulling you into their room, before pushing you down on the examining table. “I tripped!” You explain. “Down a fucking cliff? You look like shit!” Medi shakes their head, digging through their supplies. They return with a handful of cotton balls, alcohol wipes, and bandages. “Just on some pavement. I did slide a bit though, which is probably why I look so rough.” You admit, glancing somewhere else. Anywhere but Medi’s disappointed look.

“Fucking dumbass.” They sigh, pulling on new gloves, before picking up a cotton ball with tweezers. “You’ve got to be careful.” They bend to your height. Muttering a quiet,”Lift your chin now.” Their breath hot on your cheek. You obey, feeling a bit flustered with how close they are to you. Gently, they dab the cotton on your wound, soaking in the blood and wiping it away. It feels weird against your skin, both soft and cold. The intensity of Medi’s gaze makes your heart speed up, which you pray they can’t notice.

“I try!” You protest, squirming slightly in your seat. “It’s just difficult. Y’know? These things happen without me trying!” Medi grumbles something inaudible before responding. “It doesn’t seem like you’re trying, when you come into my office nearly every day with a new injury. I have important work to do, y’know? I can’t spend all my time with you.”

“Sorry.” You mutter, feeling a great sense of guilt fill you. Medi grumbles something else, before wiping down your wound and sticking a bandage on it. With that done, they get up and begin working on something else, completely leaving you alone.

…

A month has passed, and the two of you haven’t spoken a great deal since your accident. You’ve been managing to handle yourself, and Medi has been too busy with work to come out of their shell. However, the two of you are now on patrol, preparing the last things for the Storm.

Medi walks ahead while you trail behind, your mind wandering in the other direction. Neither of you say a word, you haven’t since you left the suitcase. You don’t particularly mind though, the silent walk is nice. Medi stops suddenly in their tracks, their eyes focusing on something else. You, who’s attention is far away from what’s in front of you, don’t notice, continuing to walk forward. You bump into Medi, and they trip while trying to steady themselves, falling on their knees. “Ow! Shit!” They hiss, scrambling to a sit. You jump back, trying to comprehend what just happened. “Ah! Medi!” You exclaim, dropping to a kneel besides them. “Fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” “I’m fine, asshole.” They cradle their knee, wiping a bit of blood from their scrape. “I have bandages in my lab. I’ll fix it myself-” “I can help!” You argue, digging through your pockets. Out come a crumpled bandaid, and a package containing an alcohol wipe. “Here- I have these! Let me help!” Medi blinks. “Since when did you start caring about first aid?” They ask tilting their head. “Well, last time I showed up at your office, you seemed a bit mad! So I learned how to clean and bandage my own scrapes, so I wouldn’t bother you again!” You respond, giving a smile. “Now, roll up your pant leg, I’ll clean the wound.” Medi obeys, though they seem lost in thought. “Oh.” Their voice is a bit forlorn, as they glance away from you. You fiddle with the packaging of the alcohol wipe, completely oblivious to their expression. “You know I don’t mind you stopping by every once in a while.” “What was that?” You ask, pressing the wipe to the scrape. Medi nearly jumps out of their skin. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! God damn it, that stings! And here I am, trying to have a moment with you! Fuck!” “Uh. Sorry.” You mutter, removing the wipe from their skin. “I’ll just put the bandage on now.” Guilt fills your chest. You didn’t mean to make them worse.

“No, I…” Medi sighs. “Thank you for your help. You saved me some supplies.” They rub the back of their neck, struggling to focus their eyes on you.

The smile returns to your lips. “Oh! I forgot to do one last thing!” You exclaim, after smoothing the bandage out on their skin. You press a quick kiss to the top of the bandaid. “All better!” Medi jumps again, this time to their feet. Their face is tomato red, their eyes frantically looking back and forth. “I-I think we should call it here!” They exclaim, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve got lots to work on, y’know? And Vertin is only going to sponsor me so long without any progress!” They turn around, and begin to run off, leaving you sitting there. Confused. What did you do this time?

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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kangen-wanshi · 1 year

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Sitting on Their Lap ft. Watanabe: Nightblade, Wanshi: Hypnos, Chrome: Glory

How it happened with each of them, and possibly their preference on it.

Tags: Separate, small mention of minor injury in Chrome's, fluff/comfort

Watanabe Nightblade, He pulled you in

A rather domestic morning at the Oasis. A rare one, that both of you shared together in his humble quarter.

With sun slipping from the window, adorning your face with warmth and comfort he seeks to achieve for his people, he just sort of falls in love with you all over again.

You were preparing something - something that he can't really pay attention to as he called out your name and invited you over to him.

You're innocent to his intention, putting down whatever it was that you're working on as you walk across the small room towards him.

Then it just happens. He tugged on your wrist, pulled you towards him, and let you fall and sit on his lap, facing him.

It's a sense of normalcy. You're out of your gear, he's out of his, in his home, together.

With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, locking your escape, his head buried on your neck and jaw, peppering them with kisses.

Kiss him back, or play with his hair. Scratch the back of his neck and tell him you love him.

The stoic, serious Watanabe will easily be charmed by the domesticity and sense of comfort that you've granted each other with during these dark times.

"I would love to stay like this forever. With you."

Wanshi Hypnos, A natural instinct

First time it happened, neither of you weren't even together.

Both of you were tired, and from experience, Wanshi knows that you're one of his favourite 'pillows'. So he just dragged you along for a nap, and you kind of accepted it.

It was in the secluded shooting range. Sitting in his lap with your back against him, and his cheek firmly pressed between your shoulder blades. Arms wrapped around your midsection as his breathing grows soft.

Sometimes you refuse to be his cuddle buddy, but when you agree to his invitation and request with whatever reason you have, it just felt natural to be that close to him.

Now, everytime you come across him sleeping on his own, you'd settle yourself between his arms. And whether he's awakened or not by your intervention, he'd always complied with your action and immediately wrapped himself around you.

If you decided to get on his lap when both of you are awake, there's a high chance that he might just fall asleep in the next minute with your body warm so close to him.

So before doing it, just make sure that your schedule is free because he'll definitely trap you there with him for a while.

"If I win in the simulation, you will sleep with me after this, okay?"

(You almost die out of embarrassment with how he word it)

Chrome Glory, He asks. Politely

Never, ever in his life thought about it. It's certainly inappropriate to his mind and he's not creative enough in the romantic department to imagine it on his own.

But a specific event awakened something in him.

You were visiting the clinic for a small cut on your shoulder down to your shoulder blades. It's nothing serious, but Liv's healing method can't really fully close all wounds.

At the same time Chrome was there, he was looking for Wanshi before he came across you. With how busy Star of Life is, he offered you his assistance in helping you with your small issue.

Accepting his request, both of you found two seats amidst the busy life in the medical bay. With him sitting behind you, diligently wiping off the blood, sterilising it, and wrapping it with bandage.

When he's finished, you turned your head to thank him right at his face, but you sort of rolled your chair back towards him which brought your back closer to his chest.

You didn't consider it anything serious, other than it flustered you slightly, but Chrome can't really get the feeling out of his mind.

So when you visit the Strike Hawk common room with just him sitting on the couch, he tugged on your sleeve before you parted ways.

Staring up to you from the seat, with pink dust on his cheek, he can't believe the words that leave his mouth.

His request came out as a surprise, of course, but you accept regardless and fulfill his fantasy by plopping yourself between his legs with your back against his chest.

Looking back at him with a teasing smile, you ask whether this fits with what he imagined or not.

With his hands on your hips (after asking for your consent), he nodded, and recorded everything happening during that event in the special corner of his M.I.N.D.

If you don't mind, he'd definitely ask more of this in the future.

"I'm sorry for the sudden request and the.. Inappropriateness of my request. But I must come clean. Your comforting presence, here in my arms.. I can't help but crave for more of it, Commandant."

#les does writing #x reader #reader insert #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #pgr imagines #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr wanshi x reader #wanshi x reader #pgr chrome x reader #chrome x reader #pgr watanabe x reader #watanabe x reader

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Little Dove

Jane Murdstone x Reader

Your lover can't seem to keep her hands off of you, preventing you from finishing your work. Little do you know, she has a surprise in store.

this is a super random fic. i just started writing and this is where we landed. i hope its decent xD jane was feeling like my muse this morning so here is a little fic about her <3

“Jane… Should we- Should we be doing this?”

You were beyond nervous as Jane’s body pressed to yours, holding you to the wall of the dining room. There were others present in the household that could catch the two of you at any moment, but since the start of your relationship weeks prior, Jane found it hard to keep her hands away from you.

Everything about her hands sliding up your sides to feel up your breasts over your corset was maddening. Her lips and tongue had found their home in the crook of your neck while her knee rested between your legs, keeping you pinned to the wall. Jane knew the public nature of her affections could get the both of you in serious trouble, but she couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

“Mmm… Just a little more, little dove… I missed you.” Jane’s tone was low with a hint of a growl when she told you she missed you. Her mouth opened against your neck, desperate to taste your sweet flesh with a swipe of her tongue.

You were fully aware of the desire she was trying to stoke within you, and you would be a fool to say it wasn’t working. More than anything you wished for the two of you to adjourn to her rooms to make sweet and tender love as you did every night. But sadly, you had chores to complete and a job to keep by not making out with your boss in the dining room.

Typically, Jane was the one who was more restrained, keeping a tight lid on her desires. This morning she had lost all of her senses in the need to chase after her desires… her desires for you.

It was when you felt her hands drifting lower that you knew trouble was coming. Much to your own disappointment, you break from her grasp, slipping away from her hungry mouth and roaming hands. Rather than stand by and wait for her to capture you again, you set off towards your next chore: packing away Mr. Murdstone’s belongings for his sojourn to London for the next week.

Jane wouldn’t be discouraged. She followed you every step of the way, grasping at your hands and the skirts of your dress, hoping she could coax you back into her arms.

Halfway up the stairs, Jane caught you on the landings, pulling you into her arms from behind, the floorboards creaking with the sudden movement. Her arms wound around your middle and her lips landed on the side of your neck, trying to stave off the intense desire to mark up your throat with little bruises to claim you for all to see.

“Janey…” You bemoan, attempting to free yourself from her loving grasp. If you were honest with yourself, you would be happy for Jane to take you in any room of the house and on whichever surface she pleased.

“I can make it quick… I just want a taste…”

You knew Jane wasn’t desiring a kiss from you. No. She was more interested in the wetness growing between your legs, and you were sure her hunger for you would take much longer than the ‘quick’ taste she was looking for.

You only respond with a stern tone, “Jane, please…” Your resistance went against every fiber of your being as you desperately wished to be back up against a wall for Jane to relieve the deep yearning you felt in the pit of your stomach.

With a huff of disappointment, Jane releases you once more, but when you move away from her, she continues her pursuit of you. Or at least, she was pursuing you until another maid emerged from a guest bedroom, carrying an armful of bed sheets to be washed. Jane’s tone turned stern, addressing you as she would if you weren’t romantically entwined, “Once you have finished packing Mr. Murdstone’s belongings, I expect his bedding to be changed as well. He should have fresh sheets when he returns from his journey.”

“Yes, miss.” You nod, turning your face away from your coworker so she couldn’t see the silly smirk plastered across your face. Maintaining the secrecy of Jane and your relationship was always such a thrill.

“I don’t need you dilly-dallying anymore this morning. Do you hear me?” Jane scolded you once more, earning a sympathetic look from the other maid who began her journey down the stairs. Following closely behind you, Jane’s hands were on your waist once more when the familiar creak of the floorboards came from the landing of the staircase.

Her hands man-handled you, her gasp tighter, and breath hot in your ear, “You are always so good at doing what you are told, aren’t you?”

“Yes, miss.” Your tone was tinged with false politeness, earning you a swat on the behind.

Jane ducked into her brother’s room behind you, hands on your waist and her foot kicking the door shut behind herself. From the feather-light pecks over your shoulders, you could tell Jane’s intensity had altered to something more light-hearted. She began mumbling sweet words of affirmation, “How I love you, my dear, darling, little dove. Perhaps we should run away together… Two maids growing old together in the countryside…”

“With a great, big garden and grand library?” You question, walking slowly towards Mr. Murdstone’s wardrobe so as to allow Jane to follow behind you, never breaking contact.

“A garden with more flowers than fish in the ocean and a library with more books than you could ever count…” Jane murmured against your skin; her fingers splayed out across your abdomen pressing into your bodice to hold you against her. You removed another of Edward Murdstone’s shirts from the wardrobe, folding and setting the neatly folded cloth on the credenza nearby.

Her sweet promises were empty, but you chose to ignore the painful truth that the two of you would most likely never be together in the way you wished. You were sure Jane would never leave her brother and wealth to live out a life with you. For now, your sweet secret romance was enough, and you were happy to live in the bliss of the moment rather than think too far into a more realistic future.

“Perhaps a cat?” You enquire, leaning into the make-believe of it all.

“A sweet little orange cat… One that will curl up at the foot of our bed.” Jane’s tone was so tender and sweet. This soft side was something only you saw in the confines of her bedroom and brief moments of alone time (such as the moment you were in right now). Her hands slid over your abdomen, bringing you into the tightest of hugs.

You could feel her draw in a shaky breath, making your brow furrow as you folded another of Edward’s shirts. Adding the shirt to the growing pile, you turn in her arms, bringing your hands to the collar of her dress. When your eyes met hers, you were met with the sight of Jane on the verge of tears.

“Whatever is the matter, Janey?”

She let out a small laugh, attempting to ward off the tears by making light of her emotionality. Jane looked up and away from you, not wishing for you to see her unable to control her emotions. When she finally spoke, her voice shook as she willed the tears away, “I just… adore you so. Won’t you run away with me, little dove?”

“Jane…” Your tone was a warning, not wishing for Jane to jest about a matter that could tear at your heart like this, “You know it isn’t that easy…”

You simply could not fathom the idea of Jane wanting to run away with you. There was no possibility a woman of her status would wish to squander her status on someone as common as you. A small part of you had a sliver of hope she would prove you wrong.

The way she looked at you right now stoked this hope, making your heart ache. The words she spoke only deepened your pain, “I have an inheritance from my father. We could live in a home-”

You cut Jane off, a growing bit of anger in your chest. She had no clue about the pain she was causing you with the frivolity of these plans. As a woman of status, she would have no idea of how quickly you could fall in status by making the mistake of quitting your job and running away with your sapphic lover, “Women can’t own property, let alone live together in the manner I wish to live with you, Jane.”

“Darling, I-”

Jane cut herself short when the angered voice of her brother came from the staircase. While you couldn’t make out the full sentence, he was raging about his trunk. You knew immediately allowing yourself this time with Jane was a serious lapse in judgment. You hadn’t finished your chores in time for Edward’s arrival from the office. He wished to have left in the hour after returning home, and here his trunk sat before you, without a singular piece of clothing packed away.

Your eyes were wide with fear. A mistake made before either of the Murdstone siblings was any worker’s nightmare.

Glancing into Jane’s eyes, you saw her mind quick at work as she spun her own story of why she would be in his room with one of the house’s maids. She stepped away from you, straightening her dress first before reaching out a hand to adjust your collar.

As the doorknob twisted and the door came flying open with a furious Edward Murdstone, Jane pretended to finish her ‘scolding,’ her fists resting on her hips to really sell her seriousness, “-your work so Mr. Murdstone can leave in a timely manner. Oh, Edward. I was discussing the change in job description we had discussed for her. Her untimeliness is due to my distraction.”

“And? Do you wish to take the job?” Edward seemed entirely disinterested in the matter. He glanced down at you in distaste, his lip curling as he looked you over. For the life of him, Mr. Murdstone could not fathom why his sister wanted you (of all the maids in the home) to join her in their family’s countryside property as her sole companion.

Furrowing your brows, you look up to your master, unsure of what he meant, “The job?”

Edward ignored you for a moment, turning to his sister in pure distaste for your ‘stupidity.’ He tapped his foot impatiently, glancing from Jane to you to the trunk on the floor and back to Jane once more, “Are you sure you wish to take her with you to the countryside? She seems quite slow.”

“I wish to bring her to the cottage for her abilities to cook, clean, and mend, brother. Not for her intelligence.” Jane lied through her teeth, but if her plan were to work in her favor, her brother mustn't think she had any interest in you beyond your abilities as a maid.

“Very well. Finish packing my things, then accompany Miss Murdstone to her rooms so she may pack her belongings.”

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“How long had you been planning this?” You questioned from Jane’s side. Your head was resting on her shoulder as you lay in her bed, your bodies bare and intertwined. The past week had been the most blissful time of your life and it wasn’t due to the copious amounts of intimate activities you and Jane found yourselves involved in. Your bliss resided in the privilege of living with Jane; just the two of you in the countryside cottage.

There was no more stealing kisses in darkened corners or lying with one another for a few hours each evening before you had to slink off to your own bed. Here, you could sleep in the same bed, steal kisses over tea, and make love in the parlor if you so pleased.

“Since I knew I loved you.” Jane smiled down at you, her hand moving up to your cheek. Her next omission brings a giggle from your throat, reminding you that your darling Jane was one of the most cunning individuals you knew. “My brother believes I am taking this time in the countryside ‘for my health’ and so far, … I can feel my health improving, but… I still may need a few more decades of your company to be at my peak health, however.”

Languidly, you run your hand up and down her arm, shifting your body to close any remaining space between the two of you, “As you wish… I am here to be of service to you, miss.”

#jane murdstone #jane murdstone x reader #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #The Personal History of David Copperfield #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #songfic

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thebellearchives · 9 months

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Please do fluff prompt 1 with Nanami 🙏🏻

Reader is fembodied with eyes similar to Hinata from Naruto but icey blue.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉 <--- that's for you because I love your writing

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

~ nanami kento ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your friendship with nanami has always felt simple and natural, it makes sense that when you end up together it feels exactly the same

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mayyyybe a bit ooc nanami?? 🙇🏼‍♀️

‧₊˚ a / n : omg don’t come after me but i’ve never watched naruto hah, hope nanami’s description of the reader’s eyes is good enough (dw at least i know who hinata is) sorry for the wait aaa 😭🫶🏻 and yes i’m writing that “taking care of the other’s wounds” scenario again i have no regrets

Boredom prompted a slow yawn out of your mouth, sleepy tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you scrolled on your phone in search of entertainment. It was about 10:00 pm when some heavy steps entering the infirmary made you look up. Nanami looked worn out, but also relieved when he saw you there.

“You’re here. I’m glad” the man had some cuts in his face and bruises down his neck, your eyes followed as he walked over to the table next to you.

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to refuse Ieiri’s treatment. Where is she?”

“She went out for a smoke” Nanami’s nimble fingers picked up a bag of cotton balls and went in search of the alcohol bottle. His brows raised, chocolate brown eyes looking for yours from behind his glasses.

“Didn’t she say she’d quit?”

“You know Ieiri” with a sigh, you moved closer and stole the bottle from his hand.

“It’s okay, I can-”

“I know” he sighed in defeat, you decided to offer him a sweet small smile “just let me take care of you, okay? you look really tired”

He licked his lower lip, hesitant, but ended up nodding softly.

“Fine. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your hands opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up some cotton while waiting for him to sit down in the chair right behind him, but he didn’t. He remained silent and calm, studying your movements. You had known Nanami for a long, long time, ever since you were just a girl. Enough time for him to let you come close, enough to feel comfortable and relaxed in your presence. Enough for you to slowly develop feelings for him.

“I’ll take these” a soft whisper made its way from your lips, your free hand sliding his glasses away from his face.

He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on yours almost as if he had zoned out. You started cleaning the small cuts and dried blood off his skin, the sound of his even breathing carrying your mind far away. Swiping your fingertips gently near the injuries to soothe the burn of the alcohol, brushing some hair strands of his golden hair pretending they were getting in your way. You remembered how he used to be so wary of you, always keeping a certain distance. And now you were here with him, walls down, letting you take care of him as you wished. Intimate, vulnerable. You finished up cleaning some smudged dirt from his jawline when you felt his hands grasping your hips delicately, the touch bringing you back from your thoughts and your pupils searching for his curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head slightly. You blinked in surprise as he lifted up your face just a bit, cradling your cheek.

“It’s just that I had never stopped to really see how misty your eyes are. They make me feel like i’m somewhere else, a hazy blue lake in a foggy forest. Peaceful… at ease.”

Somehow your breath got caught up in your throat, eyes widening and heartbeat picking up a quicker rhythm. The words Nanami spoke felt so natural, so much that you wondered if he had even said them with a romantic intention or if it had been just an observation, a gentle compliment. For a second your mind tried to decipher the meaning behind them, come up with a response to the genuine confession, but the attempt was immediately interrupted by the grazing of his thumb right under your eye. The light brush wiping your head clean in an instant, his ring and pinky under your chin guiding you closer towards his lips.

So you patiently closed your eyes and followed his actions. Nanami’s lips met yours then, soft movements, prompting a sweet warmth to cover your cheeks and travel down towards your chest. There was no hesitation, no doubts, your hands didn’t even tremble when you reached to cup his face. There was a certain tranquility in the simplicity of the movements, the way his arms softly brought you closer to him, the way your hands slid towards the back of his neck, the tenderness and longing of your lips grasping for each other.

And the moment he pulled away to grasp for air your lips almost followed like magnets, but stopped the moment you realized you also needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on top of yours, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

You smiled. There in his arms you felt like everything had fallen into place, it was just that simple. There was no need for words, everything had already been said.

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summertimemusician · 7 months

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Linktober Shadow Day 3

Twilight

Definitely self indulgent, just a small thing I managed to throw together after a sleep deprivation filled day.

My Twilight Princess lover side definitely comes out on this one, as well as some vague headcanons in a short drabble, as always can be read as platonic or romantic.

There was something special, you think, about the way autumn came in a howling moonson of glory into the Era of Twilight, heralding the coming of the temperate strokes over the woods in flowering tones of russet, bronze, maple and amethyst in gilding gold over the evergreen of Hyrule’s eternity in warmth even as the weather turned ever colder, the late afternoon sunset fleeting in it’s mercurial transition into the hour of twilight, only matched in honor to the abandoned forests of the Era of Sky, the enduring wealds of the Era of time and the untamed thickets of the Era of Wilds. Oh so contrasting to it’s hero but no less lovely for it was a perfect balance, when you first met Twilight (or well, got properly acquainted, really, but that’s a story for another day), it was clear he was no less captivating than his homeland, as steady as the oaks and pines stretching towards the heavens and with the kindness of it’s people, was it any wonder then, that you found it easy to love the man with the loyalty and eyes of wolf to match the divine beast in his soul?

So it was why through a long, long period of trying to make the true extent of your feelings as unseen as a dream after waking hours and trying to hide just how enamored you had slowly become, that you became well acquainted with the tells that showed something weighted on his mind as you left Ordon’s Spring after washing Epona for the long road ahead tomorrow. The way his head hang just a little, ears lowering to match the way Wolfie’s would when he gently nudged one of the members of the Chain into holding him after a nightmare as his walls attempt to come back up, as solemn as a wolf in mourning.

Ever so responsible, ever steady. Trying to take the world onto his shoulders as any hero would.

He should have know it wouldn’t work on you, not after all you’ve been through.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Your tone gently broke through the stillness of the stream as you fed Epona an apple, Twilight’s ears twitch as he turns towards you, softening as he notes the way the twilit enchanted sunlight lingered upon your visage in a most ephemeral way, shadows holding affectionately and brightening the stars of your eyes and the liminal nature of this moment and how Epona neighs, gently nudging the side of your hand for more rubs or maybe apples he knew you loved sneaking to her when he wasn’t looking, making your airy, fae like laughter free to be taken by the breeze.

“Reminiscing, is all.” He answer you, tone a low rumbling of the fall winds and like handling mirror shards into something new and beautiful as he privately holds onto the memory of your smile, holding it with claws and teeth for he can never quite be sure for how long he’ll have it, “It feels like a lifetime ago since...”

Since the start of his journey, since the beginning of his new one in the throes of attempting to settle in Ordon to lick his wounds after the lingering shaded reality of another realm settled into the crevices of his soul and marrow after grabbing the neck of the beast inside his being and biting down onto the hackles had left the injury open to bleed again.

Since losing Midna shattered his heart and killed him all at once, leaving him to live a life of haunting his own existence until you looked at him, all of him, and guided him back to life. Picking the shards of his heart and slowly putting them back together with the care of someone he’d seen mourn for an unfortunate nightingale on the road even as you cut yourself when he attempted to push you away.

You nod, gently resting your head on his shoulder, your gaze flicking to the Shadow Crystal, you don’t press about Midna and Twilight feels so, so warm, breathing out, you were both working on it, slowly but surely. Midna may not be dead, but he knew her absence left you haunted too, “Does it still hurt?” The twisting of reality upon his form, drawing from a well of ambition from long gone spirits who’d attempted to grab at the Goddesses throat, and the way the darkness so fiercely claimed any part of his he could touch. Making both of your shadows darker as the veil between worlds thinned, refusing to allow anything else to attempt a claim.

He shakes his head, gently putting his chin atop yours, “No, not anymore.”

You hum, gently nudging his chin in a sweet, adoring nuzzle, “I’m glad, then.”

You both remain on the spring until night falls, basking into one another’s presence and soaking into the timeless moment of learning to love one another as you can.

Twilight silently wishes that, just this once, he’s allowed to keep this the same way the Twilight Realm still keeps the old him.

#linked universe twilight x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #midna x reader kinda?#something about how Twilight can't go home again #something about mourning lost love even if they aren't dead #something about new beginnings when you don't fully recognize yourself anymore #something about how another world's magic irrevocably changes you just by being in close proximity to it #summer writes #summer writes linktober shadow 2023

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FireBird - March

Ah, my dear friend @cilil was so good to send in a couple of requests!

It's my joy and honour to present the first fic to you tonight :D

Prompts: “The worst part is you didn’t even notice” – “I don’t need a gentleman right now.” – Responsibility – Knight in shining armour

Pairing: Eönwë x Gothmog

Words: 1030

Warnings: Injury, blood, sadness, bad elves, good Eönwë

“Let him be, I’ll take care of it,” Eönwë called, feeling the back of his neck heat up as the despicable half-truth crossed his dry lips.

Nobody had expected the co-habitation of once inveterate foes to be easy, and Eönwë even secretly believed that Manwë could and should have been more discouraging when it came to the outright hostile behaviour towards the reformed former denizens of Angband.

Unfortunately, the reality turned out to be much worse than anything the kind-hearted herald had ever imagined.

“Milord,” the group of reembodied Elves muttered and withdrew reluctantly.

It was forbidden for the Balrogs to travel in groups, and much too often resentful, unforgiving members of the High Houses liked to corner Melkor’s fallen servants and harass them cruelly.

“Away with you,” Eönwë called sternly. “Leave it to me!”

Of course, Eönwë did not doubt that any of the fearsome Maiar could have defended themselves against a few puny incarnates, but he took his role as a keeper of the peace very seriously.

Moreover, he was eager for this one Balrog in particular to understand that he was on his side, as much as that was even possible anymore.

“Bird,” Gothmog purred, leaning heavily against a boulder, and trying to angle his body so as to dissimulate the minor wounds the group of pesky troublemakers had inflicted upon him. “Have you come to chide me? I swear upon my honour that I’ve not laid a single claw upon your precious Children.”

At that ludicrous declaration, Eönwë let his frown deepen disapprovingly.

He knew Manwë’s stipulations only too well—after all, he had been the one tasked to convey them to the unfortunate souls they concerned—but, in his heart of hearts, he nevertheless much regretted to see his friend and lover hurt because of a set of cold, unfeeling rules.

“You’re allowed to defend yourself against those who’d seek to harm you,” he murmured insistently.

“And risk your displeasure, beloved? From your sweet lips came the ordinance to renounce my evil ways, and I shall do so, no matter the cost to my health and heart,” Gothmog replied calmly.

Unfortunately, his efforts at clumsy gallantry were considerably hampered by the fact that he was by now slowly slumping under the strain of desperately pretending that he was perfectly hale and happy.

“You look particularly appetising today, bird,” Gothmog tried to assuage the worry in the bright, sky-blue eyes of his most cherished enemy. “I mean, you look handsome.”

Eru’s long-haired pet meat bags might never have understood it, but there were truths and affinities sung into creation that far transcended their very limited interpretation of beauty and affection.

Thus, it had come to pass that these fierce warriors—having fought ferociously on opposite fronts in a seemingly eternal war—had ultimately found well-deserved peace in one another.

As all star-crossed lovers were wont to asseverate, they naturally were willing to selflessly die for the other.

Living, they’d soon found out, was a much more arduous and treacherous challenge.

Ever diligent to the point of undeniable stubbornness, Gothmog had decided that he’d use his new-found freedom to give Eönwë what he clearly yearned for so desperately: a proper romantic courtship.

“Could I interest you in a leisurely stroll by the river then?” the Balrog asked in a forcibly level voice.

“Don’t be silly,” Eönwë exclaimed. “You are injured! This is hardly the moment for pleasant walks by the water. Let me see!”

Indeed, the herald’s heart ached as he glimpsed the superficial but undoubtedly painful gashes marring Gothmog’s precious, gleaming hide.

“I shall have words with them,” he grumbled, gnashing his flawless teeth.

“Do not trouble yourself on my account, my sweetling,” Gothmog assured him quickly as he tried to squirm away from the inquisitive fingers ghosting across his skin and threatening to undo his carefully constructed façade of good manners and gentle words.

“They are my responsibility,” Eönwë opined. “And so are you, you foolhardy creature! If you will not defend yourself, will you at least promise to call for me if this ever happens again?”

His stern gaze softened, and his pursed lips relaxed into a charming smile. “I quite like being your knight in shining armour.”

As if embarrassed by his own confession, he drew his wings up defensively.

“Keep talking,” Gothmog drawled. The cocky, teasing grin he flashed Eönwë now was genuine, despite his tangible discomfort.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying to impress by putting his best foot forward, and the worst thing is, you didn’t even notice…” Eönwë complained softly, rubbing a blood-stained hand along his chiselled jaw shamefacedly.

“What do you believe has escaped my notice? How competently you’ve handled this situation, getting rid of these unwelcome intruders with aplomb and grace? Or your indescribable beauty as you arrived on the scene like an avenging entity made of summer bliss and autumn storms? You underestimate me, my winged wonder, for I am humbled by every awe-inspiring detail of your appearance and demeanour!”

“Humbug,” Eönwë mumbled, flattered despite suspecting that he was being lovingly mocked. “I don’t need a gentleman right now, Gothmog. Tell me how bad it is…Should I bring you to Estë?”

“Pah! Estë!” Gothmog guffawed. “What for? To be fussed over endlessly? ‘tis but a scratch, I tell you.”

Lifting his arm slowly, he cupped Eönwë’s cheek tenderly. “Please, believe me when I say that neither your entirely unnecessary preoccupation nor your gentle care has gone unnoticed.”

Beneath the soothing, healing caress of the one he loved against all odds and despite the bitter feud engraved into their very souls, Gothmog finally relaxed.

“When you arrived, I couldn’t help thinking how marvellous it is to see you appear like a ray of sun cutting through the blinding, burning mist of battle and to know that you’ve not come to smite me.”

“I am on your side, you know?” Eönwë whispered, curling up against the living heat of the terrible fire demon.

“There are no sides anymore,” Gothmog reminded him, quoting the announcement that had allowed them to meet and reconnect once more.

“Nevertheless…”

“Yes,” Gothmog yawned, slinging his arm around his beloved hero. “Thank you!”

-> Masterlist

Lots of love from me! (I shall be busy this weekend, but I theoretically am still willing to write something for this <3)

@fellowshipofthefics You didn't think that I'd skip this one, did you? LOL

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vampire x poisoned werewolf

wrote a short one-shot about a male vampire who has to deal with his nemesis, a female werewolf who is poisoned, just to get myself out of a rut. enjoy!

tags: werewolf x vampire, fxm, extreme slow burn, literally nothing remotely romantic really happens, poison, bites, enemies to lovers, archenemies to lovers, unspoken truces, forced proximity to save the other

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The vampire heard a knock at his door.

“Coming, coming,” he called. “I thought most humans weren't awake at this hour,” he muttered to himself.

He unlatched the door, and it flew open, the full weight of a werewolf behind it. She collapsed onto the ground.

“Wh-What? What are you doing here?” he hissed. The vampire, although filled with a mixture of shock and hatred at the sight of his nemesis, sensed something was wrong. He closed the door shut behind her.

“I’d like to know what possessed you at this hour of the night to come crashing on my door.”

The werewolf made a guttural growl. Or was that a groan? She raised her face at him, and he could see that she was foaming at the mouth.

“Oh great, you’ve brought your filthy canine diseases in with you. This had better be good.”

Slowly, pained, the werewolf morphed from her animal form to her human form. The mass of her wolfishness returned to her hair, and in the end she laid on his stone floor, a naked woman, almost entirely covered in strands of long black hair. He started, averting his eyes.

“Good God, woman, what has gotten into you? I sincerely hope this is not some sort of inane confession or attempt to seduce me.”

Something inside the vampire felt as though he wouldn’t entirely hate the werewolf if this were to be true. He quashed that part of him away and hoped it never reared its ugly head again.

“Poison,” she grunted.

He whirled back towards her, then turned his head again when he realized she was in a state of undress. “Poison? What kind?”

“Drink,” she managed to cough out. “Need. Medicine.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t know what kind of poison it is,” he said.

The werewolf-woman growled. “I don’t know.”

The vampire sighed. “Well, then I’ll have to try and deduce what kind of poison you have from your symptoms. Which would require me to inspect you, as improper as you are at the moment.”

“Don’t care.”

Well all right then, he thought, turning towards the werewolf. He never thought in his wildest dreams that there would come a night like this. Although he supposed his notorious expertise at poisons and such was necessary in this situation.

To describe the two as ones who didn’t get along would be an understatement. In fact, they had often dealt each other severe wounds in fights over clan disputes. Vampires versus werewolves, it was only as natural as cats versus dogs.

Then again, the vampire had often seen cats and dogs managing to get along well with each other and even become friends. Another thought to quash.

“Alright, foaming at the mouth,” he started crouching down towards the werewolf. She growled at him, and he hissed back.

“If you want me to help, I’ll have to get close to you. Close enough to make the both of us extremely uncomfortable, but I was of the impression you wanted to live.” At his words, the woman rolled her eyes, turning her head away. The vampire took that as a sign that she was willing to comply.

He touched the skin at her neck. She jolted and became tense, but otherwise let him continue.

“Hot at the neck, excessive sweating,” he continued, counting the symptoms to himself.

Crap, he thought to himself. These symptoms are all generic. The options of poisons are too varied for me to narrow down what she has.

I wish I was poisoned. With my expertise in recognizing poisons, I’d know what this was.

It was then that an idea struck the vampire. A terrible, but necessary idea.

“I just want to let you know that what I’m about to do is entirely necessary for the sake of your survival. Also that I’m not trying to kill you,” the vampire said. The werewolf turned towards him, giving him a skeptical look.

“Do you want me to try and save you or not?” The vampire asked. The werewolf glared at him.

“Just do it,” she muttered.

The vampire took in a deep breath. “Alright then.”

He sat down next to her, leaning over her. She looked at him, confused.

Her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do, but by then it was too late. He had sunk his teeth into her neck. She tried to thrash around, but the poison had weakened her significantly, and the most she could do was wiggle around.

It wasn’t long before he pulled himself away from her neck, and got up, rushing to his cabinet of herbs. She laid there on the floor, feeling a thin stream of blood slowly dribble down her neck from his bite. Werewolves were immune to vampiric bites and the curse that followed them, as they had a curse themselves, which meant the two canceled each other out.

Now that he felt the poison coursing through his own, the vampire quickly identified, it, coming up with a simple yet effective antidote comprised of a few ingredients. He rushed back to the werewolf with a mixture, tipping down her throat.

She gagged, but swallowed it down.

Within minutes, she felt significantly better, her strength and health regaining. The werewolf sat up, her hair cascading down the front of her body, and looked at the vampire. He was leaning against a nearby table, setting down a small cup, no doubt filled with his own antidote.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No problem. Now, please, leave before anyone finds out about this.”

She got up, transforming back into her animal form, and left through the door.

He sighed a breath of relief, and batted away the unbidden thoughts in his mind.

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