★ tw: physical fight, injuries, medical examination
★ Hurt/Comfort, fluff
★ GN MC
★ Second-Person POV
★ Summary: You’re in line for the circus when you spot a rude guest yelling at Ticket Taker and just have to intervene.
★ 2,193 words
★ AO3 crossover link: Intervention
The sunset resembled a watercolor painting, soft pinks mixed with brilliant oranges before being swallowed by the all encompassing dark blue as night crept upon your small town. You played with the blue ticket in your hands, remembering your promise to come again tonight and see the blue suited man with the dual toned mask.
The circus has been in town for a little over 2 weeks now and Ticket Taker has exchanged your ticket twice from Red and Green to his blue ticket, insisting you come each night.
“Wow that guy is being so rude” you overhear a girl whisper in front of you to her friend, snapping you from your thoughts of the blue gentleman. You follow her finger to the front of the line where a man’s yelling can be heard, insults being tossed every other word. You shift a little to the side of the line, leaning against the stanchion ropes to see who he’s being so verbally abusive to and see him, the polite gentleman who’s captured your eye and heart as of late, Ticket Taker.
“I know she was here, she texted me! Where the fuck is she you bastard?!” The man yells, grabbing Ticket Taker by his jacket. You gasp in horror as he’s dragged forward from his usual pristine posture, his hat is askew, hair ruffled from being jerked so suddenly and rough by the slightly taller man. He grunts as he's forced to grab onto the other mans forearms to not fall into his aggressor. What the hell is that guys problem?! I can’t just stand here and watch this, he needs help!
You slip out of your place in line, spinning quickly around a fool that attempts to keep you between the ropes and beeline it for Ticket Taker. “HEY ASSHOLE!” You yell as the man yells in rage, pushing Ticket Taker to the ground.
He slides a bit on his ass and grunts, looking up at the man in what you can now recognize as disgusted hatred, where to anyone else would appear as professional composure.
You sprint as fast as your legs can take you, shoving yourself in front of Ticket Taker just as the man goes to kick him, winding back his foot and swinging it forward as hard as he can. His foot collides with your shin, just under your knee “Fuck!” You cry out in pain, your hunch over and grab at the area he just struck, nearly falling from the force behind it. Gasps sound off from the line as onlookers see you get kicked.
The man yells again, spit flying from his lips and splattering the ground at your feet "You're with them aren't you?! AREN'T YOU?!" He screams, and for a moment you lose your hearing as his palm strikes over your ear. Eyes widen as the world sways around you, a loud ringing in your ear as you try to remain standing and not join Ticket Taker on the ground. You growl under your breath and swiftly bring your leg between the man's legs, he gasps and chokes on air, his head falling as he grabs at his crotch with a painful groan.
"Fuck. You." You grind out, reassuming your position in front of Ticket Taker as he stands, feet in a wide stance with shoulders squared, your arms out on either side of you to almost cage Ticket Taker from any incoming damage.
A heavy hand comes to clamp down on the angry man’s shoulder, a plague doctor mask looming over him “I believe you have an appointment, right this way.” His tone gives no room for argument, and the man is promptly dragged from the front gates and towards the Cyan tent, the Doctors footsteps fade as the man disappears from your sight.
You groan as you reach down to rub the ache, hobbling in a spin to face Ticket Taker your gaze his chest, a hand comes to grab your jaw to tip it upwards, his white eye stares down at you with a whirlwind of emotions lurking in their depths. Fear, Anger, Pride, Worry, they all rush to meet yours as he accesses the damage you took for him.
His gaze flickers to a Fool, and curls his finger in a beckoning motion, “Come. You are to punch these guests tickets, I shall be back shortly.” He commands, placing a hole puncher into the Fools hand, she just nods mindlessly and turns to the long line without a word. “Hello, ticket please.” her monotonous voice calls to the next visitor in line, holding her hand out.
Ticket Takers finger under your chin lightly caresses you, silently calling your attention back to him. “That was a disgusting man, you should see the doctor about an ice pack.” His voice is like velvet, a shiver crawling its way down your spine as you rest under his rapt attention. “Come along, Blue Ticket Guest” he calls, his spine is back to its perfectly straight resting position, as if nothing happened in the first place.
He drops the hand on your chin to instead offer his arm, something he never did before. Ticket Taker was the embodiment of professionalism and being gentleman, but he rarely touches anyone, not unless its necessary; so for him to be willingly offering you to hang on his arm? In public no less?
Your heart hammered in your chest as you gently clutched his blue sleeve, letting the man weave you through the crowds, past the stalls and games to The Doctor's cyan tent.
You look at the ground as you walk, suddenly shy from the gentle affection your blue gentleman has shown you. "I'm sorry you saw that" You whisper, an embarrassed blush decorating your cheeks and grabbing at your ears. Your hands fiddle with the soft fabric "I don't usually lash out like that, but I couldn't stand- couldn't watch--That man! That awful, awful man and how he was treating you! I couldn't stand it." You huff, eyebrows furrowed as embarrassment clashed with an almost defensive feeling settling in your chest. You never intended for him to see you angry, you didn't want to seem brutish, or come across as ill-mannered, but you were so angry with that abuser.
Tears prickle as Ticket Taker comes to a halt outside the cyan tent "It is fine, I only wish you weren't harmed in the scuffle" He murmurs, turning to you and placing a hand over yours, another comes to wipe a falling tear from your cheek.
The blush burns your cheeks as your eyes flicker between his face and hand as the warm words rush through you, scorching every nerve in your body. "I-I uhm" You fumble, "I'll be okay! There'll definitely be a bruise, but I got a pretty good kick in return!" You grin at him, watching as his gaze dips to your leg. He nods quietly and escorts you into the Doctor's tent "Doctor, an ice pack please." Ticket Taker calls out before the flap of the tent even closes behind you two. There's a clash and bang further into the tent, you jump slightly at the loud noises "D-Doctor? Are you okay?" You call, going to step forward before Ticket Taker gentle pulls you back to his side with a head shake.
Suddenly the massive man with the plague doctor mask peeks over the top of a hanging doll, light from the opening catching the glass in his mask making it twinkle. "Ah hello again dear patient" Doctor greets as he steps out from behind the dolls.
Blood is splattered on his uniform and hands, fresh from the looks of it "Oh! Did we catch you in the middle of getting ready for your show? I'm sorry!" You apologize, bowing a little to the man. He pauses and looks down at the blood "Yes. It's fine." He dismisses quickly, walking around the chair in the middle of the tent to a freezer, his body blocking the contents from sight.
Doctor closes the freezer again and turns to you two with an icepack and a wash cloth covering it "Here you are. May I inspect your injuries?" He asks, gesturing to his chair. Ticket Taker clears his throat "They won't need the full show, just an examination is fine." He tells the doctor, leading you to the chair before you can respond. "Can I request to not be tied down?" You ask softly "It kinda hurt my wrists last time..." You trail off, rubbing at your wrist as the memory.
Ticket Taker stands taller as he points a glare at the Doctor who chuckles and nods "Of course Blue Ticket Guest, just a light examination" He says as he grabs a small hammer from his table. He comes to crouch beside you and lightly taps it on the knee of the leg that got kicked. He watches it jolt and lightly kick forward, he does this again two more times before nodding and standing. "Now, beyond that kick, did you sustain any other injuries?" He asks, turning to place the hammer back in its place.
"He smacked my ear real hard and caused it to ring, but I can hear fine now." You recount, reaching to rub your ear tenderly. A gloved hand gently forces your hand away, an otoscope placed at your ear so he can look inside. "Hmmm, there's irritation but luckily no bleeding." He notes mostly to himself, pulling the otoscope back out and clicking a tab on the side, the used attachment going into the trash beside you.
You smile and nod "Thank you Doctor." He's never been very forceful with you, then again you've always obeyed from the start so maybe its just that he never had to be.
"I observe a clean bill of health, you are free to go dear patient." The Doctor moves to the side and sweeps his arms towards the entrance, his head tilting as you stand, gingerly putting pressure on your sore shin. You hand back the now warm icepack and give a grateful bow "Thank you again for your services Doctor, I always appreciate your care." The only thing that ever unnerved you was the dolls watching you, but the Doctor was kind. Attentive and curious, but kind.
Ticket Taker offers his arm again, allowing you to place a bit of your weight on him so you're not putting too much pressure on the limb. You blink in astonishment before taking the arm "Again? My, my ever the gentleman" you beam up at Ticket Taker. He nods gently and begins to escort you from the tent "Yes, and thank you Doctor." He calls behind him, receiving a hum in reply.
The last twinkle of the sun dips below the horizon as you step out, the crisp air filling your lungs as the sound of laughter and screams greet you. "Now, I do believe 'No Violence' is rule number 3. Am I going to be removed from the circus grounds?" You ask the gentleman, glancing over at him as he guides you between the tents.
The world spins as he places you against his blue tent, away from the prying eyes of visitors and crew alike. He leans in, mask lightly rubbing your cheek as you gasp, the blush from earlier making a killer comeback. "You worried me." He sighs, arms coming around you, gripping your waist and shoulders, its not too tight but you're not getting away easily. Your heart thunders in your chest from the close proximity, never has he been as forward as he has been today, and you don't know how to respond.
"I'm sorry." You whisper again, you hold him to you, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder as you settle into the embrace. "It's okay if a guest gets rough with us, the Doctor will handle them. Don't use your own body to shield me again." He rumbles, "Please." His grip tightens slightly, his tone edging on desperate and professional. Nothing about this feels professional though, this feels very personal. He's carved out a corner of the circus for you two to share this moment, a moment of tender askance and sturdy embraces.
You gulp the lump in your throat and nod against his shoulder "Okay...unless they harm you." He pulls back to protest but you quickly stammer out "I can't handle the sight, please. I will try to get harmed, but I refuse to sit back and watch someone hurt you and not intervene." You finish firmly, and a tense silence hangs in the air between you.
He stares down at you, searching your face before the white eye closes in defeat "I see. It seems there is no stopping you Y/N" You heart skips a beat as your name leaves his lips, the velvet smooth of his voice caressing every syllable.
He smiles at your surprised face and places a soft kiss against your cheek "Thank you for saving me then." A slight tug at your collar alerts you as he places a pin there, a half white half black teardrop.
masterlist
★ tw: Sharp Teeth, Drool, Tongues, Mouth Kink, Blood, Biting Kink, Self Inflicted Harm, Drinking Blood, Light Cannibalism, Grinding, Praising, Praise Kink
★ Poly Route, Very Suggestive, Soft Smut
★ GN MC
★ Second POV
★ Summary: Harlequin points out how easily you are to harm, how dangerous it is to be with them. You're determined to prove to him that you're not afraid of Pierrot or Harlequin, that you trust them completely.
★ 1,824 words
★ AO3 crossover link: Dangerous? Never!
★ A/N: Okay I really have a thing for sharp teeth, so this is a little self-indulgent fic to satisfy the need to interact with the crews sharp chompers ♥ Let me know if yall want a part 2 with split male and female smut 👀
You glanced over at Pierrot, his golden eyes watching your every breath, a look of pure adoration on his face. He's proudly sat himself between you and Harlequin the couch, the TV murmurs in the background, news of the circus and another person who has run away from home. You'd made it clear that they would have to get along for this to work, to be civil in the very least, and to their credit they have been trying.
That doesn't mean Harlequin stops antagonizing Pierrot, nor does it stop Pierrot from retaliating when he's had enough. However, that does mean that Harlequin is let in on the secret that Pierrot will talk with you, which didn't sit well with Pierrot for a while.
Harlequin tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at you before his gaze flickers to Pierrot "You two having a staring contest?" He asks, his tone teasing and light.
You laugh softly and shake your head "Nah, he just likes to keep watch, and look at him!" You reach up and squish Pierrot's face between your palms gently, turning his head to face Harlequin "He's so cute!" Pierrot's smile drops to a blank face as he meets Harlequins, causing the green goblin to snicker. "Oh yeah, real cute~" He teases "You realize you could easily lose a hand like that right?" Harlequin snaps his teeth at you playfully. Pierrot's eyes widen, his entire body stiffening as that image rolls through your head. A hand comes to hold one of yours to his face, his large hand dwarfing yours in size. He looks back to you and shakes his head "My Dear! I'd never!" Pierrot cries, turning and kissing your palm and nuzzling the hand he's holding. You can't help to soft smile that works its way onto your face "I know Pi, it's okay" You chuckle, caressing his face with your thumb.
Harlequin sticks a finger to his mouth and sticks his tongue out "You two are too sweet, it's going to make me sick" He grumbles, eyes rolling at your antics. It's your turn to cock an eyebrow "Oh yeah? Don't believe him?" You challenge, leaning toward Harlequin a little. Before Harlequin has a chance to reply you swing your leg over to straddle Pierrot's lap, and grin up at the tall marshmallow whose face is set aflame.
"Pierrot can I?" You ask quietly, slipping the hand not in his grasp to run a finger along his lips. His breath hitches as he searches your face in confusion, his maw popping open to reveal his very sharp and pointed teeth, primed to rip and tear through flesh.
Much to both Harlequin and Pierrot's bafflement, you shiver in delight as you stick your fingers into Pierrot's mouth. His golden tongue twitching as your finger pads run along the strong muscle, the appendage warm and wet. He takes his time as he licks each finger, wiggling between your pointer and middle finger, his tongue wraps the expanse of your middle, ring, and little finger and goes down your palm to your wrist.
Pierrot's hands come to rest on your waist, gripping your hips and locking you in place as his tongue lazily slides along your palm and wrist, tasting you, savoring you. Harlequin scoffs and shakes his head again "You really love to test your luck, don't you dear one?" He grunts, watching with mild jealousy and a hint of hunger, his claws gripping the cushion beneath him.
You grin and shiver again, pressing your pointer fingers pad onto a tooth and drag it lightly, letting it dance for 3 teeth before purposely nicking yourself on one. Pierrot freezes, eyes wide as your blood drips and pools into his open mouth, your left hand half stuffed into his large bear trap of a maw.
Harlequin sits up more as he smells the blood, shifting to face you both more with a half worried, half annoyed look working its way onto his face "I told yo-" You cut him off with a giggle "I did that on purpose Harley, it's okay" You chide, shaking your head as you turn back to Pierrot who's still frozen, a little bit of drool dripping over his lip as he gets a taste of your blood, your very life essence.
"M-Mah Deahus? (My Dearest?)" He asks, a soft whimper coming out of his throat, your blood tastes divine on his tongue, its steady drip is driving him crazy.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He feels each drop hit his tongue, nourishing him, feeding him as if he were a starving man. He doesn't dare swallow, what if he accidentally moves his jaw and cuts you again? You almost sense his hesitation and smile softly at him "You can swallow silly, I know you're not gonna take my hand with you" You press your forehead to his and watch as he sucks gently on your pointer, swallowing greedily. You press against his tongue until your little finger slides off and onto a fang - slice! The little finger begins to drip delicious red blood, dripping into both sides of his mouth. Neither cut is terribly deep, a simple band-aid will do the trick, but you can't resist challenging Harley, it's too tempting to prove him wrong.
"Alright, that's enough-" Harlequin quips, starting to rise from his seat, but your hand that was resting against Pierrot's face comes to capture Harlequin's cheek, your thumb sliding along the bottom lip of his still open mouth and slipping it in, bypassing the sharp points and resting your thumb pad against the backs of them, where smooth bone meets the gum. Harlequin halts and cocks an eyebrow "Nah you knoh I achually will ache youh han (Now you know I actually will take your hand)" He says, trapping your thumb at the knuckle between two razors, a false threat to spill your blood or remove the appendage lingering in the air. Pierrot growls low in his throat as that, while Harlequin wouldn't actually go that far, Pierrot is very quick to remind him how easily he could overpower the green clown. The rumble vibrates your fingers as his tongue swirls around the pads, dancing from finger to finger as he continues to savor the taste of your flesh and a little of your blood.
You laugh softly; it's nearly drowned out by the TV "No you won't, you love me too much" You tease in a whisper, watching has Harlequin's split tongue flares out and licks along your palm and the side of the meat of your thumb as he chuckles in a hum. You curl your thumb in his mouth and, almost like a fishhook, draw him closer and onto his knees, forcing him to brace himself on Pierrot to avoid slipping off the couch or crouching awkwardly. His knees dig into the couches cushions as he stares you down, his teeth lightly gnash on your thumb, not enough to break the skin, but the threat is there.
With your boys so close now you can see the TV's light glisten off their fangs, and with little to no thought, you slice your thumb in Harlequin's maw. Harley moans and doesn't hesitate to suck on the pad of your thumb, one hand gripping your wrist while the other bracing on Pierrot's shoulder, "Naughty" He whispers, tossing you a wink.
Pierrot pants softly as he fights his instincts to bite down more, he doesn't want to hurt you, but you taste so good, so perfectly sweet. He whines and pulls more of your hand in, your fingers now up to your knuckles in the wet hot heat, thumb resting on his cheek, caressing him. "Good boys, do I taste good? Like a little sweet treat only you are allowed to indulge in?" You ask teasingly, both respond with soft moans of delight.
Pierrot might be satisfied with your hand, but Harlequin quickly grows tired of it and slips your thumb out with is wet pop. "Sorry kitten but I want more than just a little treat" Harlequin releases his grip on your wrist and slides his hand down your arm, pulling your shirt collar aside. Eyeing where your shoulder meets of your neck, his forked tongue swiping over his lips. Pierrot immediately pushes his tongue against your palm, lightly removing it from his jaws and growls at Harlequin, your hand wet and slippery from his ministrations "You can't. You will harm our dearest, they are too fragile for that!" Pierrot protests, grabbing Harlequin by the nape of the neck.
You glance between the two, Harlequin on your right, Pierrot in front of you. You let yourself settle on Pierrot's lap a bit more and give an experimental grind, watching as his face light up as a deep blush rises on his cheeks as a hard bulge makes itself known. His gaze quickly falls to you, eyes wide as he takes in your flushed face, a smile splitting your lips.
Harlequin chuckles deeply and comes to stand behind you, leaning over your shoulder. "I think all this foreplay has our dear one" Harlequin grips your hips, aiding in you grinding against Pierrot, peering over your shoulder at him mischievously "pent-up~♪" he finishes, pushing you down onto Pierrot's clothed dick, a wet spot starting against his trousers. You can't help the soft moan as you feel Pierrot pressed against you, and two straining bulges at your back from Harlequin, you're trapped between the two and there's no place you would rather be.
Pierrot panted hot breaths against your collarbone, his hips twitch against yours, a high pitch whine coming ripping from his throat. "Haah ha- M-My dearest, may I?" He whimpers, a shudder wracking his spine, his lips come to rest at the junction between your neck and shoulder on your left side. Harlequin lips press into the right side as he peers at you, a challenge in his eyes "Think you can handle both of us drinking from you?" He asks, his tongue licking the column of your neck. You hastily nod, pulling your shirt over your head quickly to give full access.
"I love you dearest" they murmur as they both sink their razor sharp teeth into your flesh, blood spurting into their mouths. They're nearly panting as they gulp it down, their eyes nearly rolling to the back of their skulls before their eyelids flutter closed. You gasp at the sharp pain as your skin is broken, clutching Harlequin's hand where it rests on your hip and Pierrot's shoulder, gripping the fabric. "A-Ah!" You cry out as they pull free, licking their lips clean.
Harlequin steps back as Pierrot stands, lifting you in his arms. His eyes are fully lust blown as his stare penatrates you, he stalks his way to your bedroom, the layout of the apartment as familiar as your scent. Harlequin is hot on his heels, the TV long forgotten.
masterlist
☆ tw: Canon typical violence, stabbing, injury description, panic, blood, accidental betrayal
☆ Hurt & Comfort, graphic injury
☆ GN MC
☆ Second POV
☆ Summary: Reader finds themselves unwillingly in the place of Pierrot's stage assistant.
☆ 1,602 words
☆ AO3 crossover link: The Assistant
Music vibrates your sore body, loud and rhythmic, the music of Pierrot's act played through the air.
Jingle-Jingle-Jingle
Pierrot's act? That wasn't for another hour... What? Where…? Your head felt so heavy as you tried to lift it, eyes like lead, barely filtering light through. Your vision sways and falters as you come back to your senses.
The white of a mask and crescent holes come into view once you stop seeing double. It's so hot, the stage lights and the mask make every humid breath a struggle. Your chest heaves as you greedily gasp for any air you can get, lungs quivering and aching.
Glancing up, Pierrot is dancing with his shadow again, a sinister smile decorating his mask, his steps are very precise as he floats around the ring in time with the music.
The music picks up, a thumping beat as Pierrot dips his body into a bow, the bells jingle again softly.
Jingle-Jingle
He looks up, his smile widening as his wrists flick, and suddenly his sharp knives are between his fingers, the knives seem to wink at you under the lights.
Groggy pieces click together in slow motion, you're not in the stands, you're not near the tent's entrance either - no. No, that'd be too easy, too safe.
The pain in your arms makes itself known as your wrists scream against the leather cuffs that shackle you to a wooden board. Your feet dangle below you, a good six or so inches from the ground. The red of the ring whispers secrets as you notice small splotches of the fake blood where one of the black rings circle the ground.
You're the assistant this time.
I didn't prepare for this, how does this work? How did I even get here? All I remember was leaving the Doctor's tent when I saw one of the Fools with a bat... The Fools. You tug at a cuff and whimper as it barely budges, a light thump against the hard wood at your back.
THUD
You jolt as the metal of the knife an inch from your eyes buries itself into the hardwood, perfectly into a slot- as if made to be there. As if this wood has been used multiple times. Cotton fills your mouth as you choke on a scream, your throat refusing to make a peep. Sweat drips down your temple as you catch sight of Pierrot raising his arm again in the metal's reflection. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
You work to build as much saliva as you can, coating the inside of your mouth before thickly swallowing, praying that's enough to scream, to plead, to make any sound - any indication that it's you. I'm not trained for this, I don't know the act inside and out - Hell I've only seen it once and once was enough!
THUD
Another knife buries itself next to your heaving chest, cutting the fabric of the pink uniform that you were apparently dressed in while unconscious. You don't have enough time to mull that over, as another knife sails through the air like a missile on a mission, this time as your arm jerks against the cuff, leather biting into your skin, the knife plunges itself into the meat of your arm, sliding through the skin and muscle like butter, your arm jolts and lets out a sickening crunch into your ear as the knife gets stuck in your bone. That does the trick.
"PIERROT!!!" Your scream in agony, red-hot lava courses through your arm as pain erupts from the wound, the limb seizing as you thrash against the cuffs. Pierrot freezes and stumbles as your voice echoes off the walls of his tent, the thumping now resembling very closely to the heartbeat echoing in your ears as tears stream down your face.
Pierrot drops his last knife and with a small dread you realize that the knife was meant to kiss your skull, crack it open and spill your life onto the ground below you like the assistant the night before. This was no act, this wasn't fake blood and hired actors..no this was very-VERY real.
The lights dim to pitch blackness, a red exit sign popping up above the tent's exit as a monotone voice comes over an intercom "Thank you for coming to the Pierrot's show, hope you enjoyed". Through the pitch blackness you can see the glow of Pierrot's golden eyes racing from floor level to your height as he stands and sprints across the ring to you. He's panting and what sounds like broken sobs are rumbling out of his chest. Your sobs quiver as he rips the leather cuffs from the wood, the wood snapping as the chain attached is ripped free. The mask is plucked from your face, the elastic snapping at the back of your head and falling to the ground. The mask falls and cracks on the ground as he finally sees your face, covered in tears and snot, etched with horrid agony.
His eyes are flickering all over you in a dizzying array "No no no, please no! Dearest I'm so sorry" He cries, trembling hands catch you as gently as they can, lifting you against his chest, your arm with the knife sticking out is cradled against you carefully.
Suddenly Ticket Taker appears behind Pierrot, his white eye staring at him hard "Do not speak." His voice rumbles before the white eye flicks to you, taking in your uniform and injury. "Take them to the Doctor, quickly." His eye lingers on the knife sticking out of your arm, thick red blood oozing from the wound and decorating the pink uniform red.
Pierrot wastes no time, his feet pound against the gravel and dirt as he weaves between tents, and oddly enough the other performers all peer over at you two as you rush by. Not out of curiosity, no, it almost looks like they're hungry, and you're a full platter waiting to be feasted upon.
You moan in pain as the wound is jostled, your head slumping to rest against Pierrot's shoulder. He whimpers and tucks you closer to him, and under the moonlight and circus bulbs you can now see hot tears decorating his mask, a look of absolute panic and remorse plastered on it.
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Your curled on a bed inside the Doctors tent, your cries long since died down once the Doctor gave you a few shots. He had stitched your wound up, wrapping it and sending you on your way once Pierrot made it clear he was not leaving your side, giving the Doctor no opening for "experiments".
Pierrot sat on his knees in front of you, his large form crumbled low to the floor as he peered at you in sorrow with large golden orbs. "You didn't know" You whisper, reaching out with your uninjured arm's hand to grab onto his that's been clutching the mattress to the point of ripping the sheet and stuffing spilling over his talons.
You gently ease his hand off the mattress into your own, bringing him closer to rest his two fingers against your pulse point. He goes to pull away, afraid his claws may harm you further, that he might harm you again. You tighten your grip and smile "Shhhhh it's okay, feel that?" You ask, placing his fingers back, a steady thumping below his pads. "I'm alive, I'm okay" You whisper, a single tear rolling off your cheek and onto the dingy pillow.
The flap of the tent signals someone's arrival, and you strain to peer over your shoulder as Ticket Taker enters, his hands coming to clasp behind him. "Well now Red Ticket Guest, how did you end up being Pierrot's assistant tonight?" His shoes clicking against the floor of Doctors tent. You struggle to sit up but manage with Pierrot's help, his large hands coming to your shoulders and gently pulling you into a sitting position.
"Thank you, Pierrot" You smile at him before turning back to Ticket Taker "I actually had just left the Doctor's tent, he did an exam and all was fine. I last remember seeing two Fools, one had a bat" You explain, eyebrows furrowing in thought "I... I don't remember anything after that, I woke up on...on that board" You finish in a whisper, voice shaking softly. Pierrot's claws tap on the underside of your fingers until he can wedge his hand between your hand and thigh, providing you with an anchor to reality.
Ticket Taker taps his chin in thought before nodding and turning to leave again, he glances back as he walks "I may be back with more questions, for now you shall rest. I'll discuss this with Jester, Im sure we can find whoever is responsible." The tents flap falls back into place as he exits. You shiver as the wind creeps in and shuffle closer to Pierrot "I uhm...I'm not going to ask about your shows. I know you said the less I know the better, its just" You take a deep breath and turn to face him "That was really terrifying. Not to mention that hurt like hell." You grip his hand lightly as the crack of your bone echos in your mind "Would it be okay to not go back to your shows for a while?" You ask, timidly peering up at him. Pierrot looks like a kicked puppy, pitiful and small even as he looms over you, but he nods slowly. He raises your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on each knuckle.
🖖 tw: Mentioned death, mention of vomit, graphic descriptions of injuries
🖖 Angst with happy ending, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Found Family, Slow Burn
🖖 OC x Senator Letant
🖖 First-Person POV
🖖 Summary and Prompts: When a ship is found with a sos signal, Anna investigates and finds a Romulan escape pod with one sole survivor, a child.
🖖 2,308 words
🖖 AO3 crossover link: The Bond
A/N: I had read a fic that mentioned Vulcan's creating links to family that they can feel the emotions of and its most prevalent to children to aid them in controlling their emotions. What if Romulans had something similar? Aka newly orphaned Romulan child creates a bond with their savior and refuses to leave their side. All Rihannsu is from the dictionary or translator when available. This will have multiple parts!
Rihannsu Dictionary:
lloann'mhrahel - Federation
The cockpit of the Danube runabout was mostly quiet, soft beeps every now and again of a sensor picking up minor debris such as rocks or various metals.
I shifted in the pilot seat, leaning over the console to tap the coordinates for Deep Space Nine into the navigation and flicking autopilot on. A soft sigh left my lips as I fell back into my chair, my arms ached from hand plucking Makara Herbs, enough to fill 3 large bins as requested by Dr. Julian Bashir aboard the station for a restock. Bajoran's that resided on the station often used the herbs to help with pregnancies and for those who come into contact with the prophet orbs. I needed a break from the constant buzz of the station and offered my botanist services and relative good standing with the Bajoran people to head down to the planet myself and hand pick the herbs.
A copy of an old earth novel rested on my lap, 'The Hobbit' by J.R.R. Tolkien, a fantasy book and a classic. It wasn't long into my chapter that my runabout's console lit up in an urgent repetitive message, an SOS being sent out from nearby. I sat up quickly and all but slapped the screen to answer the hail "Hello? This is Anna Barnes, how may I assist you?" I call out, willing the adrenaline rushing through my veins to not stumble my words.
Silence. As if I never even answered, the SOS kept a steady beat, blipping on my view screen. I clicked over to the runabouts long range scanners to bring up the distressed vessel, a sharp gasp left me.
What appeared to be a Romulan escape pod was floating in space, heavily damaged, and from the flickering appearance, had a cloaking device that wasn't fully operational.
"H-Hey there, I know we aren't on the friendliest of terms, but I can bring you onboard, your vessel doesn't look stable enough to remain there." I call out, waiting and hoping for an answer. The only response was the blood rushing in my ears.
I'm a civilian, I may have heard of battles being fought and the deaths that come from it, but I have no experience with it first hand and I really didn't want to get a taste today. On the otherhand, I cant just sit here while there may be people aboard that escape pod in serious trouble.
I clear my throat "Would it be acceptable if I came aboard? I have a medki-" A green field flickered, and the pod remained fully visible, now just floating, a gentle spin to the ship the only movement it produced. The cloak was now fully disabled, and if the green hue was their shields going down then perhaps someone was on board! Maybe they can't communicate back, the timing is too perfect, and I can't just stand here any longer.
I shuffled around the cockpit, grabbing my jacket and the com-badge given by Commander Sisko, or as I knew him - Ben. Slipping them both on as I hurried to the back and pulled the emergency med-kit from the wall. Slipping the strap over my shoulder and across my body, I step onto the transporter behind the cockpit and clicked my com-badge "Computer energize to Romulan Escape Vessel at-" I looked over at the view screen and read out the coordinates.
Blue particles filled my vision and when they dispersed I could hear a loud blaring alarm, a green flashing and lighting up the damaged vessel.
"Hello?" I call out, taking a few tentative steps as I take in the full extent of the damage. The main console is shattered, a fire in its belly and glass litters the ground, crunching beneath my boots. A pipe is off the wall and hissing steam at the ceiling. Walking around the shattered console and nearly tripping, I catch myself on an overturned chair thats singed and torn open.
At my feet is a foot, attached to a deceased Romulan man, green blood coats what is left of his face. Hair is burnt off and deep green lacerations mark up the right side of his face, neck, shoulder, and chest. Thick green blood oozes from the wounds, some splattering is dried with a few main streams darkening his uniform. Along his chest I can see the white of his bones, 2 ribs are visible under the burnt meat. 'He must have been sitting at the console when it exploded' slapping a hand over my mouth and forcing the vomit back down into my throat, I stand on shaky legs.
"Oh my stars..." I whisper, blinking tears away. A cough sounds off behind the cockpit, and I rush to the back of the vessel "Hello? Hello! I'm here to help, please, I only want to help" I cry, frantically looking around the debris and into the side rooms - or what use to be operational rooms.
"Here" A woman calls out, weak and raspy, echoing down the long corridor of beyond the cockpit. I waste no time, jumping over pipes and sliding under fallen beams, tearing the fabric of my pants and skinning my knee on the debris-ridden floor "I'm here, where are you?" I call, facing 3 closed doors in front of me, hissing in slight pain as my knee makes its injury known. A coughing fit could be heard behind the door in the middle followed by loud banging of metal on metal.
BANG BANG BANG-BANG BANG
The door was stuck but with enough adrenaline driven force I was able to pry it open, a loud THUNK echoed in the room as the heavy doors fell in place, smoke poured out of the room and pooling around my feet and waist. A hot blast of air rushes to meet me as the red and orange of flames dances against the far wall, catching the drapes on the viewport and various papers littering the room.
Waving my hands to clear some of the thick smoke from my face, I could see the foggy image of a woman laid on the ground, a broken pipe on clutched in her hand that she was banging into the floor, half of her body was stuck beneath a fallen beam, the other half was shakily propped up on her forearm. "Shit!" I cry as the ship rumbles, forcing me to the ground. 'It won't last much longer' I crawled to the woman and just barely manage to drag the beam from her body, a smaller set of legs poked out from beneath her, and fluffy hair from beneath her visibly broken arm that's holding a cloth over their face. A child.
"lloann'mhrahel..." she mumbled in Rihannsu, looking at my borrowed com-badge, green blood dripping from her forehead and down her face to her chin, splattering on the floor where a puddle was forming. "I uhm- I don't know what that means, but I mean no harm! We have to get out of here, I don't know how much longer this ship will last." I ramble, reaching out before hesitating, recalling the most basic information I have on Vulcanoid species - you are really not supposed to touch them. "M-May I?" I whisper, holding my hands out, one hovering over her arm and the other over the child's ankle. A weak nod is all I get before her eyes roll back and she collapses.
I smack the com-badge and grip both parties "Computer, three to energize". The blue particles fill my vision again before the Danube runabout's familiar interior greets me with its tan walls and blue chairs of the cockpit. Just as I resume the course for Deep Space Nine, my vessel is violently rocked as the escape pod explodes, shrapnel flying through space. 'Any longer and we all would've been goners...' I can't help but think with a shudder.
Turning to the two Romulans I carefully lift the woman, placing her heavily injured body in the copilot chair, holding the switch to convert it into a laying position. The child is still unconscious as I lift him, his small body folding into my side as I place him in the chair beside who I assume is his mother. He groans and turns his head but remains unconscious, his tiny pointed eyebrows scrunching before smoothing again.
I slid back into the pilot seat, shaking hands tapping the hail button 'Please please please' I flip the lid of the med-kit and pull out the tricoder, running it over the woman. "You've reached Deep Space Nine, this is Lieutenant Dax, welcome back Anna!" Jadzia's cheerful voice chirps through the coms.
I gulp and review the tricorders report, definitely internal injuries, broken bones, cracked skull "Dax get Julian, I have two Romulans that are heavily injured - they-they uh- fuck!" I look over and see the blue seat stained with the Romulan woman's green blood. I chuck my jacket from my shoulders, placing the combadge on the console, and apply pressure to the open head wound the woman is sporting. "Anna, honey, what happened?" Dax asks, beeping of her console coming over the coms line.
Tears drip down my face "I'll tell you when I get there, am I in range yet?" I croak, taking a deep breath and swallowing some of the anxiety building, pushing the lump in my throat down. "Just about, hold for transport to medbay. Julian has been notified and is awaiting your arrival. Hey, Anna, it's going to be okay" She sounds so confident, so sure.
The medbay is a flurry of beeps and alarms as the woman is hooked up, her child in a medbed beside her, his monitor shows he is relatively stable. My green soaked jacket rests over my arm as I stand just outside the door, watching as Julian flies around the woman, hyposprays, scans, his tricorder glues to his hand and his eyes keeping constant watch of her monitor as he works on her.
A hand comes to rest on my shoulder, Dax coming beside me with a grim smile "Hey there, how are you doing?" She asks, gently coaxing me from the medbay window to sit on a bench just inside the entrance. My lip wobbles, eyebrows scrunching, as I try not to cry "The most violence I've been around was working on a farm, natural predators and the like. I've never seen anything like this..." I whisper, long red hair falling in front of my eyes, fanning and making a soft shield, blocking my view of the door where a woman is fighting for her life and one of my good friends is trying his best to help her fight.
Dax nods and sighs "It never gets easier, and it shouldn't" Her hand comes to rest on my knee, drawing my attention where she is staring me down "I'm serious, this anxiety is normal, this empathy and sympathy - they are a part of you Anna, any good person would be feeling like this" She says, a smile gracing her lips.
The medbay doors swished open and a defeated looking Julian slowly stepped out 'No...' I stand quickly, hands flying to my lips "Julian?" I ask, his name coming out small and fractured. Julian lifts his head, he looks so tired "She's mostly stable, I'll be keeping a close watch on her for now, but she isn't out of the woods just yet. I've placed her into an induced coma for now" He informs us.
"What about the boy?" I ask, needing some kind of good news from this awful disaster. Julian's head perked up and a gentle smile worked its way on his face "He is doing just fine, I've kept him unconscious for now, he should wake soon though. Commander Sisko has alerted Romulus, a ship should be on its way to assess the situation." He led the way back into the medbay, the woman looked so peaceful as she slept, a soft beeping from the monitor recording her heart rate and blood pressure.
The young Romulan boy laid on the medbay bed, his small body taking up just under half of its length. He looked much better now, cleaned of the soot and dirt, his eyes remained shut as we approached the bed. "Hes so small" I mumbled, he looked around 4 or 5 by human standards, tiny pointed ears and eyebrows, a small ridge line on his forehead - a characteristic of his race, the biggest tell to diffiniate from their cousins, the Vulcans. "He is quite young. According to the crew manifest from the ship they departed on, they are mother and child alongside their father who I assume is the man you spoke of. He is just freshly 5 years old, the woman is 36." Julian informed us, gesturing to the pair. 'So her husband and his father perished in that disaster. I hope they didn't see the state of him'
I tugged a chair over to sit between the beds "I'd like to stay a bit longer please" I ask Julian, searching for any refusal. "I might not know them, but I need to make sure they'll be okay." I whisper, gaze flicking to the peaceful woman. Julain nods and gives a small bow, "Of course." He spins on his heel and exits the room, likely going back to the main area of the medbay.
Dax lingers at the door, watching as I take my seat between the family, "They're alive because of you" She says, her voice filling the room. Theres a proud smile on her face as she leans against the wall, her arms crossed "I'll come get you for lunch later, take your time here." Dax waves as she takes her leave, hands coming to clasp behind her back as she exits the door.
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🖖 tw: n/a
🖖 Fluff, Hurt & Comfort
🖖 Female OC
🖖 First Person POV
🖖 Summary: It's Christmas on Earth and Cassidy misses home, so of course she must show her boyfriend the wonders of winter, including ice skating!! ♥
Prompt: Fandomless Advent Challenge - Ice Skating
🖖 2,697 words
🖖 AO3 crossover link: Hold Onto Me
December 25th, Christmas Day. It was early winter back home, with fluffy white snow covering the ground and the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air. Everyone was bundled up head to toe and cheerful all around.
I sat on the sill of my quarters window, watching the stars twinkle outside in the Alpha Quadrant's space. I couldn't help the soft frown that graced my lips nor the furrow of my brow; this wasn't my first Christmas away from home, but it certainly didn't get easier.
I could still remember my first Christmas away from home. I hadn't known many people and was so alone, I'd felt like crying; it was such a vast difference from the large family Christmas feast I was used to, surrounded by loved ones and cheer, twinkling lights, and warm cider.
Glancing around my quarters, I had done my best to decorate with the replicator and arts and crafts. It was no winter wonderland, but it did its job.
Red, blue, yellow, and green Christmas lights decorated the small tree in the corner of the living space, white icicle lights were around each window, fake poinsettias in golden wrapping pots sat on the kitchen island, the living room table, and the entryway table. I'd strung popcorn together one night after work and got vintage Christmas lights to wrap around the tree, snowflake ornaments, and large colored glass orbs to decorate it.
I'd wrapped presents and put them under my small 4ft tree, one for each of my friends and 3 for Weyoun, the man I'd come to call my lover.
ding
I jumped slightly. I must have lost track of time staring out the window, lost in my thoughts.
"Come in" I call, standing and wrapping my long light grey cardigan around my torso.
Weyoun strolled in, a large smile on his face, his mouth falling open in awe as he took in the twinkling lights and decor, turning slowly to look everything over.
"What's this?" he asked, and I almost snorted as I remembered an old vintage movie with a skeleton and his Christmas dreams.
Weyoun can't understand aesthetics, but he does seem to enjoy the twinkling lights for some reason.
"Christmas decorations, I couldn't help myself" I mumbled, making my way over and holding his hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss the back of his fingers.
He turned back to me, head tilted, "The holiday that is today, correct? The one with the gifts?" He asked, glancing at the lights again before bringing his focus back to me. I smiled and nodded, humming in agreement, leading him over to the sofa.
"It's customary to decorate. I didn't see a point for most of the month, but I guess I really can't help but want my twinkling lights and snowflakes." I laughed, a hollow sound. Weyoun frowned and brushed his thumb across my knuckles. "You're upset, why?" he asked, leaning closer and catching my eyes.
I shrug and frown again; it felt stupid. I've had plenty of Christmases away from home; this year was no different, and I even had people to celebrate with, but that didn't wash away this odd feeling of homesickness. It shouldn't bother me this much, but it did, more than I'm comfortable with.
"It feels dumb, but I guess I just feel a little homesick. I come from a large family, and this holiday in particular was always a favorite, a large feast surrounded by loved ones. I miss that feeling." I grumbled, picking at the sleeve of the cardigan, a hole had begun from how long I owned it and how often I wore it.
Weyoun was quiet for a long moment, running his thumb along my knuckles, my skin prickled with embarrassment, he must think it's dumb too.
"I don't know about family, as I am a clone, but I can imagine it would be difficult to be so far from home. I might not understand fully, but I can try to celebrate this Earth holiday with you if you are willing to teach me." He offered, a small smile working its way onto his lips.
A soft laugh erupted before I could stop it. Of course, he'd be so kind as to spend the holiday with me; it didn't matter to him if he knew nothing of it, if it made me happy then he'd try his best. I felt a little foolish for thinking he'd dismiss me for even a second.
Nodding, I stand and pick up one of his gifts, it's wrapped in lavender wrapping paper with golden snowflake decals. "Snowflakes are a very popular symbol for Christmas; a white Christmas is the dream, fluffy snow covering the ground, while you're cozy indoors." I comment as I hand him the gift, retaking my place beside him.
His eyebrows raised as he lifted the present closer to his eyes, turning the box in his hands and marveling at the shimmer of the gold wrapping. "I see, how fascinating," He says, a grin kissing his lips.
I can't help but fidget with my sleeve. Will he like the present? "I chose lavender like your blush and gold because it shines as brilliantly as you do." I told him, fighting down my own blush.
Weyoun's cheeks dust lavender, and his eyes widen, sparkling under the glimmering lights that hang around us.
"Thank you my dear" He says, his voice so full of love you can hear it, it drips from his voice like honey. He slips a finger under the wrapping and carefully unwraps the present, trying his best to not rip the paper. A small laugh bubbles out of me, "Normally you rip it open" I tell him gently, motioning with my hands to rip the paper off an imaginary present. He shakes his head "Oh no no no, that wouldn't do, I want to keep it. It's my first Christmas gift after all." He tells me, a cheeky smile thrown my way.
Inside the long white box is a sweater, gray with a cartoon version of Weyoun and I on the front, the star date we became official below us, and our names above us spelling 'Weyoun + Cassidy' over our respective heads in blue writing. The left sleeve had the star date embroidered in it, and the right had our initials together, 'W+C'.
He gasped as he held it up, looking over all the details, his eyes flicked between the cartoon versions of ourselves and me. "Is this us?" He asked excitedly.
I could only nod before he was chucking the sweater over his head and marveling at himself, noticing the embroidered details on the sleeves. "How do I look?" He asked, doing a slight spin.
"You look amazing my love" I stand and wrap my arms around his waist, the soft sweater squishing against my arms. I tap my chin and look him over "You know, you look bundled enough to maybe go ice skating with me" I hint at him, tugging at his hands.
"Ice skating?" He asked, following out of my quarters easily, and into the turbo lift in no time. "It's a recreational hobby humans enjoy doing, when it gets really, really cold on our planet, the water freezes over, and when its thick enough we wear shoes with blades under them to glide over the ice" I explain, acting as if I'm balancing and skating as I talk, arms out at my sides, a small twirl at the end as we step out of the turbo lift.
He worries his lip "Blades on your shoes?" He asks, looking down at his feet as we walked, "Vorta are very good at balancing, but I've never tried anything like this." He said, then tilted his head, "Although I can't deny, it does sound exciting. Alright! I'll try!" He decides, just as we arrive at Quarks.
"Wonderful! Quark!!" I call, as we arrive at the bar, the joint is rather full and rowdy as usual.
There are people at the dabo tables with girls hanging off them, a few conversations and the occasional raised voice.
Weyoun steps a little closer and wraps a protective arm around my waist as he quickly looks over the patrons sitting at the bar and at the tables. It is a habit of his, to take notice of how many people are in the vicinity, so there are no surprises, as many people as he can see at least.
The Ferengi makes his way over, polishing a glass in his hands and a sly smirk on his lips. "Lieutenant, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, he gestured to the empty chairs in front of us "Care for a drink?" He sets the glass down at an empty chair in front of us and quickly grabs a bottle from the shelf to show us. "I just got a new shipment of Springwine in if you're interested!" He tries, hoping I'd bite for a sale.
I shake my head, "No thank you, I was actually hoping to rent a holosuite. I want to try the ice skating program I told you about a few weeks ago." I explained, as lovely as a drink sounded, I couldn't wait to see Weyoun on skates.
Quark grinned again "Ahhhh okay, a little date then?" He quickly comes around the bar and sweeps his arms to the staircase, bowing lightly.
I'd prepaid for holosuite usage for at least 5 uses, looks like that was a good idea.
The metal steps clank beneath our footsteps, mine louder than Weyoun's graceful lighter steps as we climbed to the 3rd floor to where my ice skating program is preloaded and ready to go. Weyoun trails behind me, glancing at every patron we pass, his hands lightly resting on my hips to guide me if someone gets a little too close.
Stepping into the holosuite, the crisp winter air greets us, biting our cheeks and the wind makes my eyes lightly water. Weyoun lets out a soft whimper and grabs his arms, rubbing them to attempt to warm up. "Computer, 2 hats, scarves, and sets of gloves please" I call out as we walk inside.
The metal floor gives way to snow, crunching beneath our shoes, from the looks of it, it's freshly fallen with a light icy layer that gives way easily beneath our weight with a satisfying crack. The items appear on one of the picnic tables inside a wooden pavilion. I quickly wrap Weyoun up and then myself, a soft warmth begins to spread, fighting back the winter chill. "Computer, 2 sets of ice skates, please measure and produce the correct size for each of us." I request as I finish wrapping the scarf around his neck, tucking it into the sweater.
A soft thump sounds at our feet as the ice skates materialize and softly fall to their sides. "Perfect" I grin, scooping both sets up by the laces and sit on the picnic tables bench, patting for Weyoun to sit beside me. His cheeks are still dusted lavender from the wind but he's no longer shivering. He slides in next to me and peers at the bladed shoes.
"So those are ice skates?" He asks, offering a hand out to inspect them. I settle one into his hand gently "Yeah, be careful with the blade, its not for decoration" I caution as I slip my feet into the ice skates, lacing them up.
Weyoun watches and mimic's the movement, slipping the laces into the metal C clips to hold them in place and tying the laces at the top, tucking the excess into the shoe. "Very interesting indeed, now what?" he asks, extending his legs and clicking the boot's toes together lightly.
I stand and hold my hands out, a wide grin on my face. "Now, dear Weyoun, we make our way to the lake," Weyoun wobbled and tightened his grip on my forearms, bypassing my hands for more stability. His eyes widened, he all but froze as his tried to remain upright. "Weyoun?" I chuckled, doing my best to stablize the poor man.
Weyoun slowly looked up from his bent position, his knees lightly bent and angled inwards "I've never been so off balance before, I must admit that it's a little alarming." He mumbles. I take a small step back "It'll be okay, the more you walk the better you'll get at it, its hard to be balanced when you're not moving" I explain, watching as he cautiously follows, placing all of his trust in me.
Making it out to the lake is a slow but steady venture, 15 feet has never felt so far before. Finally I get him on the ice "Just focus on balancing, I'll move us for now" I grin, watching him slowly becoming more confident and finding his center of gravity again. By the time we've lapped 3 times, Weyoun is standing at his full height again, his shoulders no longer tense "This is better" He chuckles, flicking his gaze from our gliding feet to my face and back again. "How do I do what you're doing?" He asks, his head tilting again as he stares at my feet, moving us backwards.
"First I'll need to teach you how to move forward, here" I slowly let his arms go and get into position beside him. "You push off the ice, one foot at a time, left, right, left, right" I say, moving my feet in time with my demostration. Weyoun nods and tries for himself, left, right le-
THUMP
Weyoun slips, quickly ending up as a purple tinted bundle on the ground, sliding a little on the ice before coming to a stop. His face is upturned in a small scowl, his lip jutting out in a soft pout "Ow.." He grumbles. I gasp and spin to face him "Weyoun!! Are you okay?" I ask, crouching down and offer my hands. "Here, lets try again, yeah?" I smile softly down at him as he takes my offer and lets me help him up, rubbing his poor bottom once hes standing. "I landed right on my tailbone" He sighs, letting our gloved fingers entertwine so I can guide him around the bend of the lake.
"Im sorry love" I kiss the back of his gloved hand, I know I can't express it without him fixing it, but that tumble jostled his normally perfect hair, a few curls now hang along his forehead, stopping at just above the eyebrow. His blush his darker now, but whether thats from the wind or the embarrassment of the fall, is hard to tell. Guilt bubbles softly in my gut, I should of caught him or paid better attention. "Hold onto me, I've got you." I promise, paying close attention to his movements and balance. If he falls again he will likely want to quit after all.
Weyoun follows the instructions again, his feet gliding across the ice with ease within a few minutes. A soft smile graces his lips as he gains the confidence to lift his head and meet my eyes.
The evening continues like that, teaching Weyoun the basics of ice skating, building his confidence on the ice until we're able to glide in laps together. As we decide to turn in and dematerialize the items we generated, Weyoun wraps his arms around my waist as the winter scene fizzles out, the regular holosuite walls now on display, the cold wind gone with it.
"Thank you my dear, this has been an exciting evening" His lips slide gently against mine, sealing the date as a success. His curls tickle my nose and I can't help the giggle that bubbles between our lips. Weyoun pulls back a bit and levels me with a mischivious grin "You didn't tell me my hair fell out of place, how cruel" He chides jokingly. "Im afraid you'll have to be punished my dear" He declares, fingers twitching in a familiar tickling gesture.
I squeal and run from the room, a chuckling Weyoun hot on my heels, determined to catch his prize- I mean prisoner.
I’m pleased to say I have finished The Next Generation, so that 3 Star Trek shows I can write for (I JUST started Voyager). I wrote for Vorik because I just love him so much 🫣
You can expect part 2 of A Little Help and a Weyoun story soon! 🫶🏻
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✎ Tw: Injury
✎ Light Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff
✎ GN Reader
✎ First Person POV
✎ Summary and Prompts: Animals tend to hate the smell of hospitals, and Tamao is no exception. Especially with Akira around, he's always on edge. When the reader is injured and wakes up in the nurse's office, they're surprised to find Tamao curled up on them, having been worried sick about their well-being.
✎ 1,422 words
✎ AO3 crossover link: Hospital Smells
The bright white lights nearly blinded me as the world came back into view. How long was I out? My limbs remind me of their presence with a dull thumping ache, a light TV static settling over my body, buzzing particularly hard in my fingers and toes. "Ugh..." I groan, raising a half-asleep hand to my face to rub at my eyes.
"Y/n?.." A small voice calls from my chest. I'm not sure how I missed him, but Tamao is in his cat form, curled up on my chest, looking pitiful. "Mmm..." I can't form words, cotton fills my throat, and the dry stinging threatens to croak if I try. What even happened? All I remember was walking into P.E....
"Ah you're awake" I recognize Dr. Takahashi's voice, his face coming into frame, leaning over my head with a small flashlight, pointing it at one eye and then the other. "Hmmm, you appear to have a minor concussion, you can expect a headache soon and bruising, but you should be fine." He chirps, a grin spreading across his face.
I attempt to sit up, but my body won't respond, lead for bones, anchoring me to the bed. I struggle to raise my hand again, resting it against my throat and grimacing. "Ah, of course," He chuckles and disappears from view. The sound of water can be heard a few feet away, filling a container.
Tamao's tails tap against my stomach, he is laser focused on the doctor, ears perked in Dr. Takahashi's direction, his hackles slightly raised in unease.
Dr. Takahashi comes back into view and helps pull my body into a slightly sitting-up position, Tamao adjusting to be on my lap instead, staring as the water disappears from my glass as I greedily gulp it down. "Haaa...Thank you. What-" I cough into my hand. "Eh, sorry, what happened?" I ask, looking between the two before me, confusion etching onto my face, brows knitting together.
"You were walking into P.E. and got smacked really good with a basketball, it knocked you into the door, and you hit your head on the knob, then the floor. It knocked you out cold." Tamao explained, his tails swished against the sheets as his voice betrayed how distressed he was in this moment.
His ears lay flat against his head, claws extended and carefully gripping the sheet that separates us, sure to not scratch me by accident.
I try to recall my last moment conscious, but all I remember is turning the corner and seeing a startled Tamao and Mame in the middle of the gymnasium, watching a ball soar over their heads and towards me. Then nothing, fade to black. I hum in acknowledgment, that checks out. "Your head bounced, it was really scary.." He whimpered, raising his eyes from his paws to mine, trying to search my eyes for any sign of pain.
"Why am I so...this?" I ask, lifting my arm sluggishly and letting it drop; it bounces off the bed like dead weight. Tamao growls softly and turns to the doctor, whose face is still grinning, watching my demonstration with- is that pride?
"That'd be my doing, I didn't want to risk you jumping out of bed right away so I gave you a mild paralyzer, after all, I had to run my tests." He chuckles, spinning on his heel to retrieve a clipboard hanging from the edge of the bed and clicks his pen, scribbling on the paper. "It's been so long you see, I've been testing yokai for quite a while, that I find it hard to pass up a human every once in a while. Thank you for indulging me, young Y/n." Dr. Takahashi peers over his clipboard; his expression grows more... intense. I can't help but look away; it feels like he's staring through me. Who knows? Maybe he is.
I drag my body into a full sitting position, adjusting the pillow behind me. "When can I be dismissed?" I ask, absentmindedly reaching down to pet Tamao; he's so tense. No matter how I try to smooth his fur, it rises again as soon as my hand passes over it.
"As soon as the paralyzer wears off, you're okay to go back to class. Make sure to ice your head and have someone watch after you for a while until you're out of danger from your concussion." Dr. Takahashi notes, clicking his pen again and settling the clipboard on his desk. He gives a short farewell and goes into the room next door, to do what I'm not sure, and I don't think I want to know.
Tamao releases a breath and sighs, turning back to face me. "I hate it here, reminds me of all my shots," He grumbles, his nose crinkling. His head raises to meet my hand on the next pass, standing and arching into it as it passes down his back. He jumps a little beside me and -poof- turns into his human form, resting his head on his hand to hold himself up, watching me. "It smells weird here, too hospitally," He comments, looking around the room. His autumn eyes flicker over the other beds, the cabinets full of pill bottles, books, and blankets.
I laugh softly; the sound echoes off the walls of the empty room. "Yeah, I get what you mean, if it's this potent for me, I can't even imagine how it must be for you." I say, lightly tapping his nose, and remember how animal yokai have much stronger senses than I do.
He nods and casts his eyes downward "It's fine, I didn't want to leave you here by yourself, who knows what that weirdo doctor would do." He glares at the door as he says this; if he were capable, the door would no doubt catch fire from the heat of his glare."I appreciate it, it definitely helps to have a more familiar face," I joke, as if we haven't been dating for the past 4 months. A soft blush dusts his cheeks and he nods slowly "Y-Yeah, you shouldn't wake up alone after being pummeled in the face." He glanced back up, catching my eyes and gave a small grin. He must be feeling a little shy.
Tamao cleared his throat and sat up, stretching lightly and hopping off the cot. "Well! Think you can stand?" He asks, spinning to face me, his hands outstretched to hold onto. My legs still feel a little heavy and tingly, but I believe I can move them. I shuffle the covers off my legs and slowly swing them off the bed.
tap
My feet lightly tap the ground, my sneakers almost squeaking against the sterilized vinyl of Dr. Takahashi's patient room. I grip his hands and, with maybe a little too much confidence, stand up straight. My knees buckle almost instantly, sending me falling into Tamao's side.
He takes it in stride, sliding his grip from my hands to my forearms, a chuckle pouring from his mouth. "Jeez Y/n!! Careful now, ah, there we go." He helps me stand, more balanced this time, and helps me take small steps around the room.
My head swims with the sudden movement, the paralyzer still faintly in my system, making it hard to think straight. Every step is deliberate, left-right-left-right-left-right, until I become more comfortable with the slow pace and work into an almost normal walking stride.
"That's much better" Tamao smiles happily, his tail swaying happily behind him, no longer puffed up in stress but silky smooth. Tamao slowly lets go, giving me plenty of time to grab his hands again if I feel that I'll fall without him. I take a few steps by myself, wobbly, but make it to the door that leads back into the hallways. "Thank you Tama, what would I do without you?" I bring his head closer and kiss his temple lightly, his face is a little red when I pull away.
"Now, think you can help me back to class?" I ask, tossing my thumb over my shoulder at the door. He gently grasps my hand again and turns the knob "Of course, lean on me if you need to, kay?"
We exit the nurses office and begin the longer than normal trek back to our classroom seeing as P.E. is over, hand in hand. Tamao's tails gently tapping my legs with every step, his ears perked up as he engages in a happy banter.
masterlist
Akisame Tamao x Reader
✎ Tw: scratches, blood, pain, nausea, anxiety, wound care
✎ Fluff, Hurt & Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a happy ending
✎ GN Reader
✎ Second Person POV
✎ Summary and Prompts: What if Tamao accidentally scratched Reader and drew blood?
✎ 2,319 words
✎ AO3 crossover link: Just a Scratch
You hissed at the sudden sharp sting in your hand, bringing it quickly to your chest and holding it, pressing against it as if it would stop that hot pain searing through it.
"Fuck" You whispered, pacing back and forth, trying to both calm down and stop the warm blood now prickling to the surface of the 3 slashes now decorating your hand and part of your wrist.
"Y/N!! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Tamao cried, he spun on his foot to face you, and rushed forward; his hands hesitated to take yours as he tried to look at the damage. "Is it bad? Let me see.." He paused your pacing and gently grabbed your hand in his, pulling it closer to his face so he could assess the damage. His soft fingers close around your forearm, carefully avoiding the damaged areas and grasp your fingers in his. He steps a little closer, fully in your personal bubble, and brings the area to his lips. His first instinct is to lap at the wound, trying to fix it himself. It's too deep to work however, his attempt is rendered useless.
Tears slowly filled your vision, blurring the room around you, before spilling over. It was an accident. Tamao was so excited by the good grade he received that he spun around in happiness, just as you were approaching him. Still, it didn't stop the pain in your hand nor the blood from oozing its way from the wound.
Tamao's ears lay flat against his head, his eyebrows knit together as he bit his lip. His amber eyes glance up at you, their depths full of remorse and sadness. "I'm so sorry, Y/n...is it..are you okay? Does it hurt?" He whimpered, pulling you gently closer together and raising a hand to wipe your tears away, eyes flickering over your face.
Your lip wobbles as you nod, your hand and wrist feel hot, and the wound feels as though it's pulsing against the flesh. Nyuudou stands and comes to look at the new wound. "Oh, that's pretty bad. Here, we should wash it out and visit the nurse," He says, placing a hand on your and Tamao's backs to lead you from the worried whispers of the classroom.
Tamao's tails swish behind him, tapping against your leg in an anxious tempo. "I'll be okay," You mumble, still pressing as hard as you can into your hand to quell some of the pain and try to stop the blood from dripping on the floor.
Tamao is about to apologize again when you three arrive at the restrooms, "Really, I've been scratched before, this is just deeper than usual, that's all. I'll be right back." You interrupt, you notice his mouth snap shut, and he watches as you quickly disappear behind the restroom door.
You brace your back against it and take a deep breath. In--Out--In--Out I'm fine, it'll be fine. You slowly make your way to the sinks, gripping the edge of the nearest with your good hand, and take a look in the mirror hanging above them.
You look pale, a little clammy, but overall alright. Your hand pulses against the sink's cold porcelain. The blood is beginning to slow, a thin red line ran to your elbow where it dripped to the floor when you were walking through the halls. Now it slips down the slope and down the drain. Its mostly dried on your hand, a slow stream remaining, stubbornly still dripping.
You begin to worry about how deep the wound appears to be. Dr. Takahashi may want to stitch you up. For a quick accidental swipe, Tamao got you real good; his claws not only sliced through your skin effortlessly like a hot knife through butter, but they also snagged in the meat where your thumb connects with the rest of your hand. The feeling flashes in your mind again, the tug as his hand was forced to stop momentarily before he turned to see what happened had forced them through the skin and out again.
Anxiety swirls its way into your chest. You have to wash out the wound; you know this. It'll help prevent infection and wash away the blood, allowing you to see the damage better. It will also hurt though.
You take a deep breath and start the water, shoving your hand beneath the cold stream before you can think twice about it. You can't help the yelp that escapes you; you nearly fall to your knees, but force your hand to remain beneath the water. A long, drawn-out whine leaves your throat involuntarily, echoing off the off-white walls.
You can feel the water slipping into the wound and out over the edge of the cuts. It's an extremely unsettling feeling, an invasion to the senses. Fingers twitch as your hand slowly loses the burning feeling the cuts had introduced, the cold water gradually quelling the pain, and the bleeding begins to draw to a stop.
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, chest protesting and demanding more air than you feel you can intake.
knees shake as you stand again, relying on the hard porcelain sink to steady and support your weight.
Swiping a paper towel or two from the dispenser and patting the area lightly, the irritated skin growling back at you. You bump the door open with your hip and walk back to Nyuudou and Tamao's side, the taller of the two leaning patiently against the railing as Tamao paced a hole into the wooden floors. "Y/n!" Tamao runs to your side and peers over your shoulder at your hand. The freshly cleaned cut reveals 3 deep cuts, clean and for the most part straight. They wrap from 3 inches before your wrist to just before your thumb; the middle cut is especially deeper than the other two.
It almost resembles a wide C shape, the cuts following Tamao's turn and your hands raising to talk, a habit you've had since childhood. Your hands like to dance as you speak, emphasising your words and driving them home. A game of charades for yourself, and anyone who cares to watch your standalone performance.
Nyuudou clears his throat. "We uh, We should get going." He comments, leading the way. Tamao falls back in line beside you, one of his tails wraps its way around your leg, and the other falls back into its anxious swaying.
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"Come in!" Dr. Takahashi's voice calls, a small clatter being heard from the other side of the door.
Nyuudou opens the door and ushers the three of you inside, letting the door shut behind you. Tamao is noticeably more nervous, the doctor drawing out his anxiety for every shot he's had to receive from the man, every exam.
"Ah, young Y/n, what happened to your hand?" Dr. Takahashi asks, hopping off his stool to stride closer. He pulls the limb towards himself, no regard for personal space, as usual. "Hmmmm, these are rather deep. What happened?" He asks, his eyes flicker to Tamao. He already knows, of course he does, he just wants to see what I'll say.
"It was an accident, doctor." You tell him, slipping your hand from his grasp to hop onto the medical bed and crumble the nearly dry towel from the bathroom in your good hand, tossing it into the nearby trashcan.
"I see." He grins, evidently pleased with your answer. He floats around the room with practiced ease, grabbing the necessary equipment to clean and fix your wound. "Hold still young Y/n, this will hurt." Not may, will hurt. You gulp and try to prepare for the pain.
You flinch in surprise when Tamao climbs onto the bed, now in his normal cat form, and curls on your lap, purring softly. He's trying to calm me down...thanks, Tamao... It's a welcome distraction, your good hand slowly petting him. You try to focus on how soft his fur is, like liquid velvet beneath the pads of your fingers. His purr vibrates against your legs and stomach, getting louder whenever you tense or flinch from Dr. Takahashi's ministrations, trying his best to distract you from what is happening.
The doctor sets to work with stitching the worst cut, the middle one, closed. It's too deep and thick to go unattended. Nyuudou has to turn away, the scene making him squeamish.
The area was numbed, your hand tingling like TV static. You can feel the pressure of the needle slipping in and out of your skin, pulling the wound closed as he quickly works. While it doesn't hurt, it still makes your stomach flip, nausea settling over you.
"Done, hows that feel?" Dr. Takahashi asks, tilting his head, a grin settling in his cheeks, it doesn't reach his eyes. You rotate your wrist slowly, and it works like normal, though the stitches tug at the skin, causing you to pause. Dr. Takahashi produces a wrist brace and wraps it around you, the velcro securing it in place.
"There we are, this should keep you from disturbing the stitches. I'll see you in, say, two weeks?" He asks, stretching a little. You nod, still staring at the brace. "Can I still wash my hands?" You can't help but ask, bringing the restricted limb back to you and tilting your arm to look it over. "Of course! Just be cautious and reapply the brace when you're done." Dr. Takahashi instructs you on how to slip the brace on and off.
"Don't stitches dissolve?" Nyuudou asks, finally looking after so long of facing the yellow wallpaper. Dr. Takahashi chuckles and shrugs, "I haven't been allowed to work on a human in so long, I can't help it. I'll see you in two weeks Y/n!" Your trio is promptly kicked from the nurses' office by Dr. Takahashi, the door slamming and locking behind you.
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RIIIIING
Tamao has hung around you for the rest of the day, the guilt still evident in his eyes. "Can I walk you to your dorm?" He asks, his fingers slipping between yours on your good hand. A smile brightens your face. "Of course Tama." You laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair and scratch the spot between his ears. He leans in and begins to purr happily, tail swaying behind him, ears relaxing.
"Hold up!!" Hatanaka's voice calls from down the hall, his red scarf flowing easily behind him. "Seeing as there was an injury caused between two students, I'm afraid I'll have to make a note of it and ask a few questions." He comments, his hands rest on his hips as he leans towards the two of you.
"Oh, uhm" You glance at Tamao, eyebrows knitting together "It was an accident Mr. Hatanaka, honest" You hold up the injured hand and remove the brace, revealing the stitched cut. "I got a little too close when Tamao was spinning, I talk with my hands a lot, you know, and it was kinda wrong place, wrong time." You ramble, your hands following your story, the injured one stiffly moving along. "Besides! Tamao is really sorry, and I forgave him, right Tamao?" You ask, nudging his side lightly with your elbow when Tamao is still staring at your injured hand.
"Ah! Y-Yeah, it..its okay" He quietly said, his eyes drifting from Mr. Hatanaka to your hand.
"Akisame, are you okay?" Hatanaka asks, his posture shifting from stiff and authoritative to worried as he takes in his students' body language. "I...I uhm" Tamao's fists his shirt at his sides, and he looks away when tears gather in his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch your boyfriend's shoulders climb his neck and shake softly, Tamao is crying...
"Tama?" You ask quietly, slipping in front of him and carefully holding his face in your hands, the scratchy velcro bites his cheek lightly. He closes his eyes and leans into your good hand before looking past you to Hatanaka. "I really hurt them..." He breathed, his voice shivering. "I forgot how easily I could harm them, I almost didn't- didn't notice." He hangs his head, and tears drop onto the floor between you.
You draw him into a crushing hug, tears of your own welling in your eyes, as the sunset becomes a swirly mess and your vision blurs. "Shhh, it's okay Tama, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You hold his hand tightly, not letting him tug it away, not caring how sharp and hazardous his claws really are.
Hatanaka clears his throat and sighs, "I'm sure it was very scary, I know it was when it happened to me." Hatanaka injected, referring to his own scythe-like arms. "Accidents do happen, will happen, it's inevitable. What is important is handling the aftermath, Akisame." He gives Tamao's shoulder a squeeze and pat, relating to his student's troubles.
"Can you just write it was an accident Mr. Hatanaka? A little snag, that's all, nothing big." You ask, eyes pleading for him to let you two go without questioning. He runs a hand through his hair and thinks for a moment before letting out another sigh and nodding, "Sure, I'll let it slide this once. You take good care of them Mr. Akisame" Hatanaka quips, a small smile on his lips.
Tamao jumps lightly and nods "Of course!!" He nearly shouts, his hand squeezing yours.
Tamao quickly wipes his tears, kisses the brace on your wrist and grins "I'll take care of you, I'm the one who hurt you after all" He promises. Heat rises to your cheeks and a giggly squeal rips from your throat as your boyfriend hoists you onto his back and takes off down the hall, making your way to your dorms. Your laughter nearly drowns out Hatanaka's shouting, "Slow down, no running!!"
masterlist
Maizuka Mamekichi x Reader
✎ Tw: Sleepy cuddles?
✎ Fluff
✎ GN Reader
✎ First Person POV
✎ Summary and Prompts: Reader is on the train with the crew in human society. Reader is the one to hold Mame when he is acting like a stuffed toy, but when they're holding a small, cuddly animal, they find themselves dozing off and snuggling Mame.
✎ 1,068 words
✎ AO3 crossover link: Train Rides
This was my first time really getting to hang out, outside of school activities, with some of the friends I’ve made at the Yokai school where my older brother teaches. As of right now, we’re headed out to Kanagawa to do some touring and check out an amusement park in the area.
To get there though, we have to take the train, with humans. Beyond my brother, it’s been a while since I’ve been around other humans, and I almost worry I’ll act weird to them. I can't help the bits of anxiety stirring in my chest, I can't mess this up.
"Here's your ticket, don't lose it," Sano tells me, handing me my slip. A train ride with friends, being invited out, it's such a nice feeling. Ame usually chased everyone away with his antics. You could say this is my first time having real friends. I tuck the ticket in my pocket and smile "Thanks! I wont" I assure him, patting the pocket and giving a silly salute.
We all rush to our platform, sliding through the doors as the final call is announced. I chuckle to myself and look around the train car, its too crowded, full of people sitting, standing, a very narrow path leads to the next car. We make our way through until we come to a mostly empty car, a group of teens is sat near the doors, chatting animatedly with each other. Something about a party and a daring game they should play. We pass them and sit on the other side of the car.
Hijita had become liquid in a bottle in Beniko's hand. Rin and Kou are sitting side by side, whispering to each other and looking at the girls in the other group, taking particular interest in their skirts.
Interestingly enough, Mame has chosen to be with me for this ride instead of Sano, like he usually does.
He normally has to pretend to be a stuffed animal, an incredibly realistic one if anyone asks.
Sano gave me a smile as he handed Mame off to me. "Take care of him please" he said, patting Mame affectionately on the head, moving to take his seat.
I take my seat beside Beniko, between her and Sano, and across from Rin and Kou. Mame is sat comfortably on my lap; he's very soft to the touch, and my fingers sink into his fur. The warmth radiating from him is slowly easing my anxiety.
The only problem is that the quiet chatter on the bus is becoming white noise, and after not getting much rest the previous night, my eyelids are threatening to close. Mame shifts in my arms slightly, as if he's trying to get a glimpse of my face. He must have felt my arms begin to go slack around him.
"Y/N?" Beniko whispers, her elbow softly prodding my side. I stir and sit up, holding Mame more firmly now and rubbing at my eye. "Mmm, sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I promise I'll-" A yawn rips my sentence from me, my hand coming up to cover it.
"Eh, sorry, I was saying I promise I'll be more awake when we get off," I mumble, my thumb idly brushing at Mame's fur, my eyes stinging from the effort to keep them open.
Beniko tilted her head to look at me better. "Didn't sleep, huh?" She asked, taking in the circles beneath my eyes and how the smile I offer doesn't reach my eyes.
I nod and look down at the top of Mame's head. "It might be better if someone else holds Mame," I whisper, a little saddened at the prospect of giving him over to someone else. He's so soft and warm, with a comfortable weight in my arms, perfect for snuggling.
"I'm worried I might fall asleep and drop him, or worse," I mumble, a soft blush creeping onto my cheeks. I'm not ashamed to admit I sleep with a stuffed animal, but to hold Mame like that, that'd be so embarrassing for him.
Mame squeaks softly and shifts, trying to not draw any attention from the humans at the other end of the train car. "I won't mind if you fall asleep, Y/N," He whispered, lying back a bit into me. His tail swishes against my leg softly, He doesn't seem to be upset with me at least. I turn to Sano only to be met with a shrug before he looks back at the windows across from us and idly watches Rin and Kou.
Unbeknownst to me, Sano is smiling to himself, seeming to know more than he lets on.
"I uhm, I don't want to embarrass you, Mame," I whisper back sheepishly, watching his ear flick. He doesn't respond right away, but his paw comes down to hold onto my finger and gives it a small squeeze.
"I won't be embarrassed, it's okay," he whispers back. Both of us freeze as one of the human boys our age turns and looks at us, eyes flickering between Mame and I, his eyebrow arched. He shrugs and goes back to his friends, telling some cheap joke.
Beniko nods, scooches over, and pats her shoulder. "Here, I'll wake you up when we get to our stop." She offers, a small smile on her lips as she watches us. "Oi no fair!" I hear Hijita whine softly, the bottle tilting in her hand.
I give her a grateful smile and nod, "Thank you, Beniko-chan, I really appreciate it." I grin, laying my head on her shoulder, her hoodie's soft fabric padding my head comfortably. I bring my knees up and shift around, getting comfortable.
I draw Mame closer, my nose buried in the fur at the top of his head. The scent of the forest and a small trace of his shampoo dance around me, enveloping what is left of my tired mind. My eyelids are too heavy now, the train gets fuzzy as they slide shut, my arms holding Mame securely to me, nuzzling into him.
I'm too far gone to realize Mame's tail has become a full, barely restrained wag, tickling Sano's hand as he relaxes beside us, happy for his friend.
I press a soft kiss between his ears before I let sleep take me, the soft hum of the train putting my tired brain to rest.
I have so many drafts for fics, various fandoms 🫠 quite a few for yohaji, some for DBH, and a few for DS9, TNG, and Supernatural. Anyone else swimming with unfinished fics? 😅
Masterlist
Vorik x OC
🖖 tw: light smut, awkward encounters
🖖 Smut/ low spice
🖖 Female OC
🖖 First Person POV
🖖 Summary and Prompts: Jennifer Quinn catches Vorik in the act of pleasing himself in his quarters. Vorik is on the tail end of his pon farr, and with his mate away, he decides to take his problem into his own hands. However, losing track of time leads to giving Jen a free show.
Prompt: Kinktober 2025 - Caught Masturbating
🖖 563 words
🖖 AO3 crossover link: Flushed Green
Its been 3 days since the majority of Vorik's pon farr hit him like a tidal wave, he's been struggling with some lingering lust and emotional outbursts, but he's slowly making his way to resume his usual self. Today was the first day I was cleared to return to work after helping with his predicament.
"fuck" I paused before the door, that harsh breathy pant sounded like Vorik, but he's not known to curse very often. Ear to the door I listen, waiting to see if I misheard or if perhaps he was working on something and didn't wish to be disturbed.
Short gasps filled the room beyond the door, and a grunt following a low whine. My eyebrows furrowed "Vorik? Hun? Are you okay?" I ask, but receive no answer.
I click the small button on the doorframe, swish, and take a small tentative step inside. His room is like a void, black and relatively empty; it's tidy. I freeze as I catch sight of Vorik, he's lying on his bed, a hand covers his mouth, low moans and whines escaping between his fingers.
His eyes are screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed, sweat lightly dripping down his temple. His uniform is a mess, shirt shoved upward on his chest, and pants halfway down his legs, one knee bent, stretching the fabric. What really plants me in place though is his other hand, fisting his lok, pumping and thrusting into his hand.
"Mmmmmm Y/N," He keens, his head tossing back, smacking into his pillow, his fluffy brown hair falling back. He hadn't heard me come in from the looks of it.
The tip of his double-ridged lok was covered in precum; he keeps gathering it with his thumb and spreading it down his shaft, aiding in his ministrations. I took a few small steps forward, now only 5 feet from him. His cheeks and ears were flushed green, his lip bruised from biting it. He brought his hand down from his mouth to grab at the pillow behind him, tightening his grip on it, as if to hold himself in place.
"Haaah," He breathed, easing up the thrusts to swipe his thumb on his tip, collecting more precum. His hips jolted as his thumb grazed over the especially sensitive slit.
"Mmm" His brown eyes opened slowly, head falling back to his chest to look down at his weeping lok, he was so close to cumming, I could see his thighs shaking in the dim lighting.
I shifted my weight to my foot and opened my mouth to draw attention to myself when his eyes snapped to my foot, all movement freezing, before his head jolted up, wide eyes blown with lust met mine, his face growing hotter in embarrassment and a little shame.
"Ashayam" He mumbled softly, glancing between his lok and I, "I.." He looked lost for words, gulping as he looked me over. "I must of lost track of time, my apologies." He spoke, his voice slightly wavering.
I smiled at his sheepishness, something must really but under his skin for him to be speechless. "Quite the show you've got going on, mind if I help?" I ask, quickly tying my hair back and crawling onto the bed to settle between his thighs.
He nods and moves his hand. "S-Sure" He says, a small smile working its way onto his face.
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Ichigo x Grimmjow
💀 tw: N/A
💀 Fluff
💀 Third Person
💀 Summary: Ichigo finds Grimmjow sunbathing on the floor in his bedroom and joins him.
💀 Notes: I haven't written anything for Bleach before, but I love Ichigo x Grimmjow, so I decided to write a little ficlet!
💀 430 words
💀 AO3 crossover link: Sunbathing
Ichigo climbs the steps of his home, avoiding the creaky ones, and calls downstairs, "Alright Alright," bringing his breakfast conversation to an end. He sighs, stretching his back as he pads to his room. "Talk my ear off why don't you?" He grumbles, swinging his bedroom door open-
thunk
Ichigo lifts an eyebrow and peers down at the foot that stopped the door, a foot belonging to a certain blue-haired Arrancar. "Oi, watch it Kurosaki." The man grumbled, his eyes closed as he lay on the sun-soaked floor, head resting on his arms tucked behind him. His brow is furrowed, the sun kissing his face, and he looks almost glowing.
"Grimmjow??" Ichigo asks, looking at his rival and friend sprawled out on his bedroom floor. "What're you doing here?" He asks, coming into the room and quietly shutting the door behind him.
Grimmjow creaks an eye open to peer up at the orange-haired shinigami, a small grin creeping on his lips. "What's it look like? I'm sunbathing." Grimmjow says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Ichigo crouches down and tilts his head "But...why? What are you, a cat?" Ichigo jokes, Grimmjow rolls his eyes, and grabs his collar. "Technically, yes," Grimmjow mutters as he pulls Ichigo down to the floor with him, forcing him to lie beside him. "Now shut up and relax a little" Grimmjow grumbles, trying to go back to his relaxed state.
"mmf" Ichigo grunts as he rolls over to lie on his back "I have stuff to do." Ichigo groans as he tries to sit back up, his plan is quickly foiled when he's tugged by the back of his shirt back to the floor. "Relax." Grimmjow growls, turning to give him a light glare. Is this some weird way of taking care of me or something?? Ichigo thinks, staring back at him before huffing and looking at the ceiling.
He must admit to himself that the sun does feel nice, a soft warmth coating him as a cool breeze wafts in from the window, dragging the soft tweeting of birds, and the cars driving past, making a soothing blend a city boy can appreciate.
Ichigo sighs and lets his muscles relax, his fingers knocking against Grimmjow's, who only twitches his in response. Perhaps he has been running on 100% too much lately, taking a moment to relax every now and then could help clear his head. "Thanks" Ichigo mumbles, letting his eyes slide shut. He can almost hear the cocky grin in Grimmjow's voice when he responds "Anytime Kurosaki, anytime."
Masterlist
✎ tw: None I can think of ♡
✎ Fluff
✎ GN reader
✎ First Person
✎ Summary: Welcome to Hyakki Academy, the youngest sibling of the Abe family!!
✎ Notes: This is the intro for all student x readers for A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, unless otherwise stated. This isn't necessary to read, but it's here for your enjoyment ♡
✎ 1,212 Words
I've been dying to see Haru's new job, usually working at the shrine with Mom, Dad, and big Bro Abe, a change of scenery would be nice. That why I've decided to spend some time with Haru and scope out his school, maybe compare it to my own, and get to know his students!!
I checked my phone as I packed my clothes, the 10 hour boat trip wont be very fun but I can work through it if it means I get to see real life yokai! Not just some fairytale your mother tells you to get you to behave, not a scary story told around a campfire, an actual Yokai. I grinned as I heard the ping! of Haru's new text
WAAAAAA I cant wait to see you Y/n!! It's so scary here by myself!!
I couldn't help the small laugh at his text, if he's not been gobbled up or kidnapped then he should be just fine
I'm coming Im coming, it shouldn't be all that scary!! They're teenagers Haru, same as me!
I stuffed my toothpaste and deodorant into the suitcase and snapped it closed. "ABE!! I'm heading out!" I called out, heading down the hall. "Y/N!! Oh, we'll miss you sweetheart, call me when you get there and tell Haru to take care of himself!" Mom came trotting from the kitchen, giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Mooom I'll be fine! You don't gotta worry about me, if anything, I'm excited to see all the yokai. I wonder if ALL yokai are real or only some of them?" I pondered, thinking over the various yokai types and species, some being way weirder than others…like a Shirime. I couldn't help the grimace that crossed my face.
Abe turned the corner and frowned "I'm at least drivin' ya to the docks. I'm not too keen on this whole thing ya know." Abe grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he shoved his feet in his shoes, ready to head out the door.
I smiled at Abe, he was a worry wart, not nearly as bad with me as he is Haru, but he does still care a lot. It's kept Haru and I safe plenty of times, so I guess I can't knock it if it helps.
-10 hour boat trip later-
I finally reached the island, I swear the boat ride felt so much longer than necessary. I stumbled my way down the dock to Haru who was waiting, antennae wiggling excitedly. "Haru!! I see you're still alive, and here you had me thinking I'd be coming to collect your cadaver." I grinned, waving at him.
Haru ran and hugged me tightly, nearly too tightly "Y/N!! Im so happy you're here!! How long will you be here? Don't you have school on Monday?" Haru asked, setting me down and grabbing my luggage.
Embarrassment filled me, quickly followed by shame "-Ah! About that…I'm kinda sorta…suspended?" I said, playing with my fingers and hanging my head. "Huh?! What? Why?" Haru asked, his antennae forming a question mark. I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly "To be fair, I fought a bully to save a classmate but uh, I got caught by a teacher, and since it was a fight that I technically started, and on school grounds no less, I'm off for a week and a half.." I trail off, kicking the rocks at my feet. Haru sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder "I see, well at least you saved your classmate Y/n, Im proud of you for sticking up for your peers, but uh, maybe don't resort to violence?" Haru suggested, a smile sneaking its way onto his face.
I nodded and gave a little salute "yes sir!" I laughed.
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"Welcome to Hyakki Academy!! I'm the Japanese teacher and homeroom teacher for Class 2-3!" Haru announced, making a big show of swinging his arms out in front of the school. I laughed and clapped a little "Hooray! Now lets work on actually interacting with your students Haru" I commented cheekily. Haru spent a lot of time his first night at the school texting me all about how he works at a yokai school and how scared he is, how scary his students are. Surely they're just fine, he's a scaredy cat after all.
Climbing so many stairs wasn't my ideal way to spend the day but what other choice is there? "Hello young Y/n" I jumped a little and looked behind us quickly, there on the ground was the top half of a mans body coming out of the floor. I'd seen him a few times around the shrine, always wearing that mask and robe set. I blinked a few times before tilting my head "hey wait…I recognize you!" I hit my fist into my palm, I couldn't remember a name though.. "Principal!!" Haru cried "Why do you always sneak up on me?" He whimpered, hiding behind me.
"Principal? Nice to meet you, I guess you already know my name though. I came to see where Haru will be working, I hope that's not a problem" I say, bowing in respect to the man.
I soon saw his feet appear in front of me and stood straight "I don't see why not" the principal said, shaking my hand.
I smiled and nodded "I'll only be here for a few days to a week" I told him, I figure I'll stay with Haru and maybe explore the school while Haru has to work.
Principal tilts his head "I see. I'll have a room arranged in the girls' dorm for you then. Stop by for a key after you attend Seimei's class."
"Ah okay, thank you Principal!" I smiled and gave a nod of appreciation. He waved and stepped back "I'll be off now, don't go getting into trouble you two." He lightly taunted as he disappeared back into the floor, off to who knows where. It was strange, but it was my first time seeing a yokai and one using their powers!!
"Eep!" Haru shivered and stepped out from behind me, a tingle seeming to go down his spine. "W-Well, I guess we should c-continue, right?" Haru plastered a big, brave smile on his face and continued to march up the steps.
I snickered to myself and trailed after him, my big brother is a scary cat alright.
The long hallways had an open courtyard view, with a red wooden railing preventing any accidents. A nice cooling breeze brushed past us, and I couldn't help but walk over to the railing, taking in the sheer drop to the ground and watching all the tardy students rushing to their classes. It reminds me of my old high school; there's never enough time to get to your classes! "Y/n?" Haru calls from behind me.
I turn to jog over to him, a soft smile on my face "Sorry sorry, its just really pretty is all" I tell him, tossing my thumb over my shoulder at view. He nods and looks at the classroom door "Well, this is us!" He exclaimed, grabbing hold of the door. "Ready?" He asks, his voice wavering, giving his fear away despite the brave smile on his face.
