tw: fem!reader, body worship, soft dom lilia, marking, light possessiveness, fingering, sweet + soft, unprotected piv, some plot, the slightest bit of blood (blame lilia’s fae fangs), sappy lilia (he’s whipped for you), domestic home life, reader works a brutal office job (that’s the biggest tw here, let’s be honest), reader is implied to be yuu, might be ooc, not proofread!!
this was requested!! ty anon <333
you fucking hated that fucking office job. your boss, the brutal hours, the soulless work, the overtime. it was the worst.
worst of all, though, you kept coming home way too late to spend any time at all with lilia. and, he started getting antsy. his precious human spouse wasn’t ever around!! whatever was he to do??
you both hated the arrangement, honestly. coming home after the moon has risen and nightlife has awakened is so damn draining
tonight, like all others from these past weeks, seemed to fall victim to the same depressing song and dance. you carefully enter your home, closing the door as quietly as possible, trying not to awaken your sleeping lover. he’s left you dinner (poison?) on the stove, as usual, and you leave your bag by the door. it’s typical. boring, even
locking the door, you loosen the buttons of your dress shirt collar, rushing to finally get comfortable after hours of tending to your boss’s every whim
instead, you feel a set of lips settling onto the now slightly exposed skin of your neck. sharp canines brush your skin, moving along the surface as your gasp quietly
“lilia? you’re usually asleep by now… why’d you wait up?” you keep your voice low, surprised at his unannounced appearance
he laughs against your skin, lips kissing it gently. “my, dearie, you’ve been so stressed. you’ve not even graced my lips today, i’m being deprived of your love”
it’s true, you’ve been getting up so early and arriving home so late that you’ve barely gotten to see your, much less kiss him goodbye or goodnight.
you can practically picture the pout he’d be wearing right now if he weren’t pressing fervent kisses to the side of your neck.
setting your stuff down, you turn to face him, seeing the sly smirk on his face. he pulls you into a chaste kiss, leading you gently to the bedroom
he presses you down onto the bed, urging you to finally relax, as he approaches your neck and lips once more
he kisses deeper this time, his teeth grazing the stress-bitten skin of your lip. his hands rest on your shoulders, pressing into them, slowly massaging the tension out of your skin
“dearie, let me appreciate you tonight, alright? it’s been so long” lilia smiles at you, the point of his canine peaking out from the curve of his lips
at your nod, he moves down from your lips, kissing up the skin of your jaw, nipping at the lobe of your ear, sucking gently at the skin just below
it’s been far too long since he’s left marks of his love on your skin, and something deep and instinctive inside him wishes to fix that
he moves across your neck, kissing down the muscles and veins, sucking and lapping at the bare skin as you rest your head back into the pillows, finally getting the luxury of relaxing into your lover’s hold
lilia feels the stress ebb out of your form, and you feel the smile of his lips as he notices
he kisses down to your collar bone, lapping at the sensitive skin adorning your chest. once he hears you sigh contently, he focuses on that one specific spot nuzzling closer to your neck as he kisses the spot, messily pressing his lips to it. he gently bares his signature fae fangs, gently nibbling at your skin before pressing down gently, making sure to leak behind a hickey, leaving the mark of his favor
he watches as your skin blooms in response to his love, smiling as he lick as the skin along your shoulder
the sounds you make as he displays his adoration bring warmth to his heart, knowing that you have given him not just body, but soul
he sinks the points of his fangs just barely into your shoulder, sucking another hickey into your skin, slightly rougher this time
the small, carnal noise that escapes your throat makes something bloom throughout lilia, who hums happily into your shoulder, watching as one drop of blood slides down the skin of your chest before he delicately laps it up
“my dear, i have not hurt you in my display, have i? i know that my infatuation may grow too strong at times” he would never wish you harm, and, as a fae, is always careful of his effect on his fragile, human lover
once you’ve eased his worries, he turns to your lips once again, one of his hands now resting on your waist as his other runs over your newly marked skin
he kisses you deeply once again, his tongue tracing your lips as he mumbles how much he misses you
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you. for just a moment, all of your stressors bleed away as you lie in the arms of your lover, his hands pressing into your sides, desperate to removes the rest of your office attire
once you begin taking it off yourself, gently breaking the kiss, lilia steps back a moment to admire you once again, skin littered with his marks, face warm, and thighs rubbed together as you lay before him, in only your everyday bra and panties
he finds you so precious like this, wearing mundane clothes, simply just you, you don’t need any special, lacy detailing or revealing clothes for him to find you beautiful or sexy. he loves you for you, simply as yourself, on your best day or you worst. you’re his spouse, his wife, his lover, his world. he’d go back to war for you if it meant he’d be able to cherish this forever
he’s pulled out of his epiphany when you cup his cheek with one hand, looking up at him
he snaps back to himself, and the moment, pressing himself to your lips once again
his hands spread across your bare skin, his lips kissing along the fabric of your bra, leaving more marks on newly exposed skin of your chest
your hands rest on his shoulders, quiet giggles escaping your lips as he sings praises into your skin.
words spill from his lips as he kisses you, claiming your lips again as he presses two of his fingers to the throbbing heat of your core
“may i, my dear? i’ve missed you so much, i’ve missed the sparkle of your eyes, the moans of your lips, the beauty of your pleasure..” you pull his down to your once again, interrupting his loving monologue as you remove the last of your clothes, leaving yourself completely open to him
“lilia, love, please do” you smile at him, spreading your thighs open to him
he gathers some of your essence onto his fingers, circling the bud of your clit, watching it swell gently under his touch
he gently presses two fingers into the heat of your cunt, curling them slightly as he waits for you to relax
he drinks in your moans as his thumbs your clit, his hand moving to press against your gummy walls, searching for the sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars
when you whine out, pressing your head back into the pillow, lilia smiles, kissing your chest as he massages the spot, flicking your clit gently
“are you close, lovely? can you cum for me, dear?” he’s being so sweet with you, after so many late nights, so many days slaving away without seeing your lover, you both miss the gentle intimacy of your married life.
as you nod, telling him how good it feels, he moves a hand to gently knead your chest, rubbing the sensitive pebble of your nipple, making your rumple over the edge into your orgasm, his fingers continuing to pump into you, leading you through the orgasm, while he moves to messily lick at your tit, connecting with your nipple. his teeth graze the tip, making you shiver as your fall from your high, cum dripping over the already messy folds of your pussy
“dearie, i’m so glad i can still make you feel this good, even after all these years” he twists you nipples between his fingertips, licking your slick off the hand that was once between your hands. “may i make love to you, my love?”
you instinctively hide your face at the comment, embarrassed by his words, but nodding anyway
“lilia, love, you don’t need to be so formal with me. of course, i’d love to” you cup his cheek again, giggling at him while you pull his chest to yours
he’s finally undressed, and slowly moving to press his thick tip to your soaked folds
“relax for me, dear, i only want you to feel pleasure, not pain. talk to me, okay?” he presses kisses to your face as he pushes inside the tight muscles of your pussy, groaning as he feels you stretch around him, the warmth of your wetness enveloping his swollen tip
he presses his head to the crook of your neck, biting down as he resists the urge to roughly thrust into and bottom out into.
but that’s not what tonight’s about, it’s about you, your pleasure, not him. his precious lover has been so busy, and she deserves slow, loving intimacy after all your hard work
the whine that escapes you throat pulls lilia back into the moment, and he pushes inside further
he continues, slowly moving deeper as he watches your face, making sure you feel good
when he finally bottoms out, his tongue claims you, and your hands find lilia’s shoulders, with hands hands on your plush hips
he moans into your lips, waiting for you to tell him to move. your pussy feels so good around him after so long, and he’s cherishing this moment, relishing in your warmth and embrace
“mm- lilia, move, please!” you break the kiss, a string connecting your lips, and your head falls back as lilia pulls out almost all the way, before pushing back into you slowly and deeply, fucking you slow and passionate
he keeps his head buried in your shoulder, kissing and suck more marks as he quickly becomes drunk on the feel of your cunt around him. it takes everything in him not to speed up his thrusts, but he wants to be loving and careful with you right now. you deserve the sweetest, most gentle night, and it was his duty, as your husband, to treat you right
your moans, whines, and whimpers sync with his own, lining up with the deep, strong thrusts of lilia’s hips as he angles his hips to perfectly hit your sensitive cervix, a hand traveling down to circle your swollen bud as his other grasps the headboard behind you.
he’s moaning into your shoulder, finding himself extra sensitive after being separated from you so much for so long. the fae in him cherishes this connection, and he’s trying so hard not to let it take over
“my love, i’m so close… mm.. please cum with me?” his fingers press harder into your clit, his hips meets your pelvis with more force, his tip massages into your cervix all the much harder, just trying to make you cum once more “m-may i… inside?” he sounds so desperate like this, whining into your ear as he twitches deep in your pussy, but the love in all of his motions is stronger than his words
he held you so gently, even like this. it was like he was a different man, just for you
with one particularly deep thrust, you begin to feel that knot in your core tighten, your orgasm coming closer
“lilia- ‘m… close!” you moan out to him, clit throbbing, pussy clenching, head thrown back
amidst your nearing high, you feel the hand that was once on the headboard lace with you own, and his head dipping down to your moaning lips, kissing you and he thrusts faster, both your orgasms very close
his hips falter, fingers pinching your clit harshly, tipping you both into climax, his cum seeping into you, dick twitching, and your cum painting a white ring right where you both connect
his head rests in the valley of your chest, pressing light, chaste kisses to the skin as he breathes heavily
lilia’s dick rests heavy inside of you, his cum lightly bloating your soft stomach, as you still feel the final waves of your high
once the flash of white fades, and you begin to come down, you hear little whispers as lilia lays on top of you, almost entirely spent
“i love you so much… you make me feel so young, alive, loved, i can’t imagine life without you, my love” his whispers are barely noticeable, but the sounds reach your ears, making your heart flutter once more, even while he’s still buried deep inside of you
“lilia… love?” you pull his attention up, dragging him into a kiss, this time one full of love, pulling him into your deep embrace
pulling away, you speak to him, cupping his cheek, “i love you, more than anything, lilia, you’re the love of my life, the stars to my midnight sky. okay?”
one final kiss, shared between the two of you once again, seals your words, as you lie together, embraced in one another’s arms, connected together, as in love as you’d always been
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Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?
Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia
You're Here: Diasmonia!
A/N: Yup. I definetly went over board. Do I regret it? Not at all. I will preach Diasmonia 'found family,' supremacy until I die.
Malleus Draconia
The longer he spends with humanity, the more Malleus realizes just how different man is from fae. In biology, in morality, in social structure, and in tradition. A prime example being birthday celebrations.
The fae see many more anniversaries than humans. Celebrations are typically reserved for children as they hit milestones in development, but after some decades the shine of life begins to fade. The day blends in with all the others on the calendar, until it’s relevancy has dwindled to a mere recognition. ‘Ah, another year gone by,’ being a fleeting thought as the day passes.
Malleus being a prince makes him an exception, since he is celebrated by many fae every year. Yet not in the way he’s witnessed at NRC. When his peers age, there is always a boisterous gathering. One full of laughter, games, food, and jubilation. A stark contrast to the regal dinners that he is used to attending.
He has never been invited personally. He is not offended, per-say, yet he does watch at a distance. He witnesses humans celebrate life as if it is a gift to cherish.
A short life, yet one well lived. Malleus begins to understand humanity’s philosophical take on how, “life is bittersweet”.
Which leads him to a dilemma. How should he go about celebrating your birthday? If a large party was being thrown, then he had not received any invitation. Yet, he is not satisfied with letting the day pass by as many fae do. Spontaneous partying is not for him either, as he does not feel comfortable celebrating you living as if it could have been your last year.
Needless to say, your birthday is a serious matter to Malleus. It makes him recognize your mortality, and the cultural differences that divide you both. So, he turns to Lilia for advice. On both philosophy and regarding your celebration.
After a discussion full of sarcastic quips and riddles, Malleus chooses to blend the traditions of humanity and fae. In the daytime you can enjoy your party with friends, and in the night you will come to Diasmonia. Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and himself will host a casual dinner—one that Lilia is not allowed to cook, and where Sebek is forbidden from lecturing your table manners.
The evening feels so foreign to Malleus. He takes his meals with his family every day, yet the table is never as lively as it is when you attend. As you both engage in pleasant conversation, the fighting between Sebek and Silver fades to background noise. When he turns to talk with Lilia, you are soon wrangled into the fight, yet it becomes more playful than tense. Malleus watches in amusement as you draw a whip-cream mustache on Silver when he falls asleep. Sebek even ends up with icing in his hair after making fun of your art skills, and Malleus nearly chokes on his cake.
It’s perfect. You are perfect. He can hardly keep himself from giving you your present then and there—something Lilia notices, urging Malleus to walk you home since, ‘it is a school night fufu’.
Leading you through the forrest, Malleus feels his heart soar when you thank him for the wonderful evening. He stops you mid-stride with his hand on his chest, and reaches to pull something from his uniform breast pocket. A sigil. More specifically, a sigil that grants entrance to Briar Valley.
“Child of man—no, (Y/N). You and I are different in so many ways. Compared to my people you are merely a child, yet I find myself learning more from you than any elder has taught. Not only in terms of humanity, but of my heart. You have beseeched me in body and soul. I dread the day we must part; and so, If you choose to remain in this world then know that there is a home waiting—you need only want it,”
Lilia Vanrouge
Birthdays are important to Lilia. They celebrate the gift of life, yet also remind us of the past. Lilia knows many birthdays. He’s old enough to fill books with his companions — he actually has. You need only open a textbook to hear about some of his past friends — and the list keeps growing. Even after people have long passed on, he remembers their birthday. The day will come and he will remember their life. Their shared memories.
You are no exception, although you have yet to pass on (which he is hoping does not happen anytime soon. The next time someone overblots he will be reporting NRC for student neglect). Being the sleuth that he is, Lilia learned about your birthday through snooping.
It was a difficult task considering how you are an enigma to Twisted Wonderland. With no documentations to smuggle, all Lilia could do is rely on gossip. How fortunate he was to be in the area when his heightened hearing picked up talk of a surprise celebration.
And how unfortunate for the party planners, because you will have other plans that evening. Fufufu~
With a special day quickly approaching, Lilia is in chipper spirits. Silver does not miss the extra carton of eggs, sack of flour, sugar, etc. stashed in the kitchen and fears for his life. All of Diasmonia is on edge, thinking that their senior is planning to craft them a new dish
Tensions diminish when notice of your birthday reaches everyone else, until an entirely new problem arises. This being that Lilia plans for you to eat one of his monstrosities, on your birthday no less
It wouldn’t be so bad. Except that it’s been literal decades since their elder has been in love good friends with someone, and your death would end that. If not death, food poisoning would definitely cause Lilia to lose good noodle points
With his father set on making you a special treat, Silver watches from the sidelines as one of the most hideous cakes is produced.
Being the good son he is, Silver waits until nightfall to swap the cake with an exact replica. Except this one is edible, although some “unique,” features could not be replicated with fondant. Just be grateful it’s all edible and doesn’t have fish scales for “crunchy texture”
Lilia wastes no time on your birthday. At exactly midnight, your window is thrown open and he’s sitting on the ledge expectantly. Lilia balances both the cake and a present box in his hands, laughing when you leap out of bed to pull him inside.
Blow out your candles quickly, because he is excited for his cake to be the first you taste. The flavors were chosen with you in mind, and when that’s done he has an extra special surprise present. He’s a bit smug when handing over the box, a comment about spoiling you too much playing on his lips. Quickly now, open it—
“You like it, yes? Fufufu~ Of course you do, it was once mine after all. Pocket watches are not in style as they used to be, but this is an antique! One of my favorite pieces — and now it belongs to you. Happy birthday, my dear. My time is forever yours,”
Silver
“Ah. So, today is your birthday?”
Silver does not know until you tell him. He’s not nosy like Lilia, desperate like Malleus, or blunt like Sebek; he relies on you to tell him about important things. Now that he knows, there is a mental bookmark for next year, but currently? He has nothing prepared
He feels a bit guilty. This is your first year in Twisted Wonderland; with him. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t know his partner’s birthday? A scummy one, according to your little cat friend
He doesn’t go out of his way to plan something extra special. Celebrating tomorrow seems pointless since it’s today that you were born, so that is out
He also has to serve Lord Malleus, since he hadn’t requested time off and Sebek would slice his head off for skimping on his duties. It’s unfortunate, but all Silver can do is wish you a happy day. With fleeting a kiss on your wrist in the morning, he begrudgingly goes to start his daily routine
It is not easy. Please do not think him heartless. Oh great seven, the thought of upsetting you spikes his adrenaline enough to keep him awake through class
Time skip to dinner, where the four are sitting down to one of Lilia’s delicious homecooked meals. Malleus asks Silver if you both had already celebrated, which leads to a shameful admittance of forgetting…
Que Sebek fury. Uncontrolled rage because Silver ditched you for duties that Sebek could have easily covered. “Humans only live so many years,”… “You lazy bastard,” yada yada. Wow. Sebek chewing Silver out for something unrelated to Malleus??? And he’s right?? Someone get a camera.
Nevermind that he is also human, and Sebek half-human. The point is that Silver royally fucked up, and his family now has to fix it. Half-way through the argument Malleus disappeared to kidnap invite you over. Lilia’s on his way to see if Sam has any treats for sale (since there is not enough time to bake), and the two fighting are left to scream. They only stop when you return with Malleus, confused and in need of an explanation
Which you do not get. Instead, Silver composes himself and thanks his liege before pulling a chair out for you to sit. Lilia returns with store-bought sweets, and apologizes that they are not homemade. While there are no gifts, the four of you all enjoy the evening together.
Eventually it is time for you to return home, and despite the enjoyable evening there is still something missing. Silver is grateful that his family gave you both the chance for quality time…yet something still feels unfulfilled
As he walks you home, it hits him. An idea that’s been in front of him the entire day. Not ready for the day to end, Silver asks you to wait on the steps of your dorm as he runs to fetch something. He runs back into the woods with purpose, and soon returns with small bouquet of wildflowers.
“I am sorry for making this day a mess. If not for everyone else, I may have let a precious moment like this pass by. Happy Birthday, (Y/N). I may not voice it often, but I care for you. Deeply,”
Sebek Zigvolt
Birthday? Why does that matter when lord malleus is breathing the same air as you? Feel honored, peasant.
You have somehow done the unimaginable. Sebek has gotten over his daddy issues and accepted that humans are not entirely terrible. Why? Well, because he is maybe…sort of…kind of…just a bit…in love with you
Yeah. He did not see that one coming. You can’t even use magic! Yet…credit goes where it is due and you have proven yourself worthy. He is infatuated, and speaks of you with pride. Do not expect anything less than a grand effort on your birthday. Although, please keep an open mind. This is first time with a lover and so he needs help. Lots of help.
Sebek would not dare bother Lord Malleus or Master Lilia with his personal matters, but on the other hand he does not have anyone else to ask. He could write home but that is unwise for many reasons.
Thankfully, Sebek is awful at lying and Lilia was able to dig up his worries. The bat could have pulled a prank and offered bad advice, yet even he knows a joke would be in poor taste. Not with such pure-hearted love at stake
In the end, Sebek was told to stick with human tradition. A present, and a sweet. Easy, right?
Haha. Since when is anything involving Sebek been considered easy. He cannot decide on the “perfect” present, and ends up accumulating a multitude of gifts. He had only gone out shopping once, yet at every shop he found something that reminded him of you. No gift felt, “perfect,” and so now he has around a dozen different presents to choose from. All stashed under his bed.
Next came the wrapping. Should the paper match your eyes or your hair? Should he get a large bow, or make one himself? There are so many gifts, should he wrap them together or individually?
Then comes the sweet. Sebek wanted to get your favorite, but had no clue what it was. What if it was a complicated recipe from your world? He would make it, of course he would. Yet how can he make what he’s never tasted himself?
It goes on like this. Every detail has to be perfect, or else it is not worthy. He begins to stress himself while doing a horrible job at hiding it from you. Eventually it becomes too painful to watch, yet all becomes clear on your birthday.
It’s at breakfast when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and Grimm points over to Diasmonia’s table with a shaking paw. Confused by his sudden fear, you turn to see your boyfriend glaring daggers into the back of your head
When your eyes meet, he shoots up and a loud bang resounds as his leg collides with the bottom of the table. Smooth.
After composing himself, he marches to your table with determination and demands that you meet him in the botanical garden after classes. Leaving no room for response, the man is back at his table and likely being laughed at by Silver
When you arrive, there is a table with the presents he bought stacked on top. All perfectly wrapped and arranged. You admire them briefly when the clatter of cutlery, followed by the sound of a match being lit catches your attention.
“Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday (Y/N)~ Happy Birthday to you~…was that to your liking? I have not heard anyone sing to you today, yet it is human custom in some cultures. I will do so again next year if you want,”
Hello, it’s me again! I was wondering if you could write about Toph Beifong reader in twisted wonderland with the Pomefiore trio!
Toph’s always been such a fun and sassy character (and insanely overpowered for a blind 12 year old. Ideally, I want this request to be platonic as Toph is still 12, so it’d be fun to see how they interact with Toph, especially a certain beauty queen who would gasp at the amount of dirt that Toph canonically has on her everyday.
Anyway, have a great time writing this and I hope you have a good time with all your requests!
【❝One Big, Happy Family!❞】
【Featuring: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, and Eoel Felmier】
【Tags: gn reader, Toph coded reader, blind reader, reader is implied to be yuu/mc, implied child/preteen reader, implied RookVil (I couldn’t help myself lol), relationships depicted are strictly platonic, fluff, some crack, Vil is trying his best not to crash out, Epel is encouraging the chaos, Rook is just watching is all go down lol, possible typos/spelling errors, uh I think that’s about it, please let me know if I missed tagging anything】
【Word count: 1k】
【a/n: HIIII WELCOME BACKKKKKK!!! I promised I wouldn’t keep you waiting too long, and I hope I delivered in time lol! Now, I want it to be known that I did watch all of atla wayyyyyyy back in the day when I was in like… elementary school, so this is based off my me memories of Toph from back then! As a former tomboy who has since realized their transness, I heavily related to Toph growing up and she was probably the second fave of the gaang next to my darling Zuko! I haven’t watched the new movie since I 1) don’t really like pirating and 2) want to wait until it’s officially released so I can support the artist, but I’m not tryna act to superior to anyone who has. Anyway, I’ve yapped enough! I had so much fun with this and I hope you enjoy! <3333333333】
‧₊˚ ┊ Ohh, you have Vil stressed out, and you're not a part of his dorm
‧₊˚ ┊ Well, you might as well be a part of Pomefiore since you're always hanging around the Epel causing a ruckus (you two are the reason why he never wants to have children of his own lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Literally every time Vil catches the two of you up to no good — which is just about every other day at this point — you look like a complete disaster
‧₊˚ ┊ I'm talking dirt smudges on your face, clothes wrinkled, hair looking like a rat's nest kind of disaster (maybe disaster is an understatement in that case lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Now, Vil can't let you walk around looking like a feral child — which one could argue that you for the criteria for — so you better believe he's pulling you by the ear all the way to the nearest bathroom and forcing you to touch soap and water (he deadass stands outside the door to make sure you don't get any smart ideas)
‧₊˚ ┊ Don't even try to run from Vil either, because he'll just send Rook to track you down and drag you back, kicking and screaming
‧₊˚ ┊ The torture, unfortunately, isn't over because once you're washed up and dressed in some clean clothes that Vil so graciously provided, he sits you down and starts slathering your face with layered upon layers of products he thinks will improve your skin
‧₊˚ ┊ Since you can't see the products on account of you being blind, he thoroughly explains each step of the routine before applying it to your skin (he also lets you know when he's about to touch you since you can't see that either)
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, Rook will be there the entire time waxing poetically about how his Roi du Poison is using his skills to polish up this dirt-caked diamond in the rough (he literally does not shut up)
‧₊˚ ┊ If Vil is particularly upset with Epel for his antics, then he'll rope the poor boy into helping
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, you're going to get your hair done too, but Vil will refrain from styling it in any particular fashion and, more so focuses on just getting out any knots
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil will never force you to dress up or wear makeup, since he knows it's not your thing
‧₊˚ ┊ He will, however, make sure you take care of yourself and will absolutely scold you if you don't
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil likes to pretend you stress him out, but his fondness for you can't be denied — especially when he finds himself making a hand cream to keep you from getting calluses while you're messing around in the dirt
‧₊˚ ┊ You do stress him out in other regards, though
‧₊˚ ┊ He swears that helping you study has taken years off his life, but he'll be damned if he lets you fail any of your classes (he expects good grades from all of his dorm members, and that includes you even though you're only a member in spirit lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Although Rook usually sides with Vil on most things, he's secretly very amused by your antics
‧₊˚ ┊ For one, he's incredibly impressed by how strong you are
‧₊˚ ┊ He calls you 'Le diamant dans le brut' (the diamond in the rough) due to the innate talent you possess despite your outwardly gruff demeanor (plus, you're also very lovely when you decide to put effort into your appearance)
‧₊˚ ┊ He loves putting your lie detector skills to the test and is endlessly amused by how easily you can clock when someone is being untruthful
‧₊˚ ┊ Testing your strength is also incredibly entertaining for him, but the methods he uses are rather… unconventional
‧₊˚ ┊ Like, he has you break open fruit with your bare hands on some days and tries to get you to bench press Epel on others (the first year is all too eager to be a part of whatever strange strength tests Rook puts you though lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Now, when it comes to you and Epel, there is no worse a duo (in a good way lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Like you, Epel is the rough and tumble type
‧₊˚ ┊ The two of you are always roughhousing and competing to see who's stronger (Epel always loses, but he swears he'll be you one day lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Epel never makes you feel like you're less than simply because you're blind — in fact, he often reminds you that you're one of the most badass people he's ever met, even though you can't see
‧₊˚ ┊ He always warns people not to underestimate you and has a smug sense of satisfaction when those who do get what's coming to them (he's definitely the type to talk trash on your behalf when you're beating someone up lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Unfortunately, Vil is less enthused by your brawling
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil is the parent that instantly starts scolding you after a fight, while Rook is the one who asks if you won lol
‧₊˚ ┊ Since you're an honorary member of Pomefiore, that pretty much means Vil is in charge of you, and he's not about to let you get away with your shenanigans just because he likes you (nobody can say he's not a fair Housewarden lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil's punishments range from making you and Epel clean up Pomefiore's basement, to having you help out with the Film Studies Club
‧₊˚ ┊ If Rook feels bad for you, then he'll sweet talk Vil into going easy on you, but that usually only works if he's not furious with you (if Vil is only mildly annoyed then some sweet nothing whispered in French from a certain hunter will see you dismissed from the dorm for the night so they can have some alone time lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Despite how… chaotic things can get, you're — albeit unofficially — a part of the Pomefiore family
‧₊˚ ┊ Family looks out for one another, so you're always welcome to stop by if you need anything (if not, then Vil will seek you out himself and make sure you're doing alright)
‧₊˚ ┊ Whatever you need — be it food, clothes, a shoulder to cry on, or whatever else — you can find it at Pomefiore
Hello ! I don't know if your requests are open still (or I may have missed the text somewhere saying that it isn't open) but could I PERCHANCE request the OB! cast (timeskip) as dads with a daughter like toph beifong? (Blind since birth, incredible adaptability in situations and being able to see their surroundings through seismic sense, a prodigy fighter !!)
For Leona specifically though...maybe the scenario would be him helping turn stuff into sand for his daughter to bend !! if this isn't too complicated.
Feel free to ignore this ! Have a wonderful hour.
[TWST] OVERBLOT BOYS & TOPH! Reader
Contains: Fluff, Chaos, Father and Daughter bonding moments, Blind, and Earth bending
A/N: OMG TOPH IS SO PEAK sorry this took so long most of the time when its lengthy characters or all the cast they take longer to write but I hope you appreciate the amount of work I put into this!
Summary: Born without sight but never without strength, you read the world through the ground every step, every heartbeat, every lie. Stone speaks to you. Sand sings. Nothing moves without you knowing, and your father seems to try to help you out in any way he can
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Twisted Wonderland୭ ˚.
────★ ˙🌹 When Riddle first held you, you were impossibly small warm, solid, alive in a way that terrified him more than any blot ever could. He remembers the weight of you against his chest, the way your tiny fingers curled into the fabric of his glove, and how your crying stopped the moment he steadied his breathing. Even then, you listened. Not with your eyes never with those but with something deeper something grounded
────★ ˙🌹 The stone courtyard is cool beneath your bare feet. You like it that way no shoes, no barriers. Every vibration travels cleanly through you, whispering secrets about the world: the uneven mortar lines, the faint crack near the rose trellis, the steady rhythm of your father’s heartbeat a few paces behind you
────★ ˙🌹 He thinks you don’t notice when he’s nervous. “You may begin when ready,” Riddle says, posture straight, hands folded behind his back while a snort came from you “You always say that like there’s a wrong time.” There’s a pause coming from riddle and the faintest shift of fabric “…Point taken.”
────★ ˙🌹 You grin and set your stance, feet planted wide, toes curling slightly against the stone. The courtyard comes alive beneath you every tremor, every echo of magic lingering in the ground. You see it all, mapped out in sensation instead of light
────★ ˙🌹 You stomp once and the ground answers beneath you. Stone loosens, not shattering but listening, the solid surface giving way into fine, obedient sand that spills outward in a perfect circle around you
────★ ˙🌹 You don’t rush it. You let the vibrations settle, let the sand tell you where it wants to go. Your hands sweep through the air and the grains follow, lifting, spiraling, shaping themselves into low walls and ridges. Behind you, Riddle inhales sharply smiling softly watching you even if you can't see it he felt proud and well you felt it
────★ ˙🌹 “You converted compact stone into sand without destabilizing the foundation,” he says carefully. “That degree of control is… exceptional.” You turn your head toward him, smirking. “That’s a long way of saying ‘wow.’” “…I do not say ‘wow.’” “But you’re thinking it.” Riddle huffed “…Yes.” You laugh, and the sound makes his shoulders relax just a little
────★ ˙🌹 As the sand settles, you wobble just barely. The effort always leaves a faint aftershock in your legs before you can even register it, Riddle is there one steady hand at your elbow, grounding, warm “I’ve got you,” he says, low and immediate you steady yourself with a breath. “I didn’t fall.” “I know,” he replies at once. “I simply… anticipated the possibility.”
────★ ˙🌹 You tilted your head. “Papa.” “…Yes?” “You’re hovering again.” you snicker feeling him let out a small erk sound
────★ ˙🌹 His fingers twitch, then deliberately loosen. He steps back but only half a pace, close enough that you can still feel his presence like a constant landmark in the earth “Apologies,” he murmurs. “I’m working on it.”
────★ ˙🌹 You reach out, pat his sleeve, leaving a dusting of sand behind. “You’re doing fine.” That earns you a huff of disbelief. “I doubt that.” Training ends not with a command, but with Riddle kneeling beside you, producing a neatly folded cloth from his coat pocket
────★ ˙🌹 You recognize the feeling instantly as you lift a brow. “You carry that just for me, don’t you?” “It’s practical,” he says stiffly. “Sand causes skin irritation if left unattended.”
────★ ˙🌹 He gently wipes your hands, then your feet careful, precise, always asking before he touches sensitive areas. He never assumes. Never rushes. When he’s finished, he presses a small object into your palm your hands moved to feel it as you hear small chimes. A bell
────★ ˙🌹 “So you can hear me when I move too quietly,” you say pouting “Yes,” Riddle confirms. “And so others will hear you as well. It’s… regrettable how often people forget to announce themselves.” You curl your fingers around it “…You think of everything.” He hesitates. Then reaches out and adjusts the ribbon in your hair just slightly crooked, just the way you like it
────★ ˙🌹 “I do not intend to be my mother,” he says softly. “But I do intend to be present. If the world insists on underestimating you, then it will answer to me.” You lean into him without warning, pressing your forehead against his chest. His heartbeat is steady now. Strong. He stiffens then carefully rests his chin atop your head
────★ ˙🌹 “You are not fragile,” Riddle continues, voice firm but warm. “You are capable. Brilliant. And frighteningly powerful.” A small pause “…However,” he adds, “you are also my child. And it is my privilege to walk beside you not ahead of you.” You smile, grounding yourself in the sound of his voice, the solid reassurance of him there
────★ ˙🌹 “Good,” you say. “Because I hate being led." He exhales, something like a laugh. “…So I’ve noticed.”
────★ ˙🦁 When Leona first held you, he did it like you might explode. Not because you were fragile he could tell immediately you weren’t but because he didn’t trust his own strength. One arm braced under you, the other stiff at your back, ears flattened in concentration. You were warm. Solid. Heavy in a way that grounded him instead of frightening him
────★ ˙🦁 You stopped crying the moment he sat down and pressed his bare foot to the floor “…Huh,” he muttered. “You listen better than most adults.” a giggle came from your tiny body as your chubby finger was held by Leona whos eyes softened for a moment
────★ ˙🦁 The savanna stretches endless beneath your feet. Warm earth, sparse stone, grasses brushing your ankles. You love the feeling the ground vibrating, alive, like it’s telling you stories. Each step carries a pulse, every stomp a language of sand and rock, and Leona is there, quiet, letting you feel it all before he moves you toward more formal lessons
────★ ˙🦁 “You done standing there or what?” he drawls. “The ground’s not gonna introduce itself.” You snort. “Maybe it would if you stopped glaring at it.” “I’m not glaring.” “Yes you are. The sand’s nervous.” "How?" Leona said deadpanned "cause I can see it" "what do you mean you can-" Leona paused seeing you putting your hand in front of your eyes waving it while grinning, there’s a pause. A low click of his tongue. “…Smart mouth.”
────★ ˙🦁 Leona exhales through his nose, tail flicking once. “You’re lucky the sand can’t talk back.” You plant your feet, grin widening. “It is talking back. You just don’t listen.” “Tch. I listen fine. Kings Roar” Leoka raised his hand placing it on a large stone letting it crumble to the ground into sand as it hums beneath you, low and steady, like it’s amused at him “…Great,” Leona mutters. “Now the sand got jokes.”
────★ ˙🦁 He jerks his chin toward the open stretch of savanna. “Show me.” You step forward, barefoot, toes sinking into warm grit. The earth greets you like an old friend, vibrations crawling up your legs, mapping every stone, every root beneath the surface. Leona watches closely, golden eyes narrowed not in judgment, but in focus. Predator stillness “Don’t overdo it,” he adds lazily. “Last thing I need is the ground swallowing my favorite nap spot.”
────★ ˙🦁You roll your shoulders. “You nap everywhere Dad.” “And now I’m gonna nap here,” he says, plopping down onto a rock. “So make it impressive.”
────★ ˙🦁 You stomp once. The savanna answers like a ripple. The sand shivers, then slowly lifts, curling into low ridges around your feet. Stones nudge themselves into neat lines, like the earth is tidying up for you. Leona’s ears twitch. His tail goes still “…Huh,” he murmurs. “Didn’t even crack the surface. Clean work.”
────★ ˙🦁 “Again,” he says, sitting up straighter. “This time, move something heavy. Over there.” He points at a half-buried slab of stone, old and sun-warmed, stubbornly lodged in the earth. You reach out with your senses first. Feel its weight. Its history. The way it’s settled in like it belongs there You frown. “It doesn’t wanna move.” Leona snorts. “Yeah, neither do I. You still drag me up in the mornings.”
────★ ˙🦁 You plant your stance wider, breathe out slow. The earth pushes back at first. Then it listens. The slab shudders. Sand loosens around its edges. With a low groan, the stone lifts just enough to tilt, then settles again, half-freed. Your legs tremble. The effort burns deep, like your bones are buzzing before you can wobble, Leona’s there. Not hovering not grabbing just close enough that his presence anchors you. “Easy,” he says quietly. “You don’t gotta force it. The ground’s stubborn, not stupid.” You steady yourself with a breath. “It felt heavy.” “Yeah,” he replies. “Power usually does.”
────★ ˙🦁He crouches beside you, presses his palm flat to the dirt. You feel it through your feet the faint thrum of his magic, the way he listens to the terrain without bending it to his will “Try asking instead of ordering,” he mutters. “The Savanna doesn’t like being told what to do. Neither do I.”
────★ ˙🦁You try again. Softer this time. Your foot taps once not a stomp, just a greeting. The earth responds with a gentle shift, loosening its grip. The slab slides free, scraping forward a few inches before settling neatly at your feet. No shaking. No backlash. Just cooperation as you grin throwing the stone slab back and using the sand making it shift from walls to pillars before having them drop back to the floor
────★ ˙🦁 The training ends with you flopping down beside him, warm sand sticking to your calves and feet. The savanna hums quietly under you both, content. Leona leans back on his elbows, eyes half-lidded “You did good today,” he says, like it’s nothing. Then, after a beat, softer “…You’re gonna be a problem someday.” "Thanks Dad" you said as you reached out to where he would be "Wrong way kid" "YOU MOVED!" a chuckle came from leona
────★ ˙🐙 When Azul first held you, he did it like you might slip through his fingers. Not because you were fragile he could tell immediately you weren’t but because you were slick with seawater and newborn warmth, small and surprisingly heavy for something so tiny
────★ ˙🐙His grip was careful, practiced from handling contracts and ledgers, not infants. One hand supported your back, the other curled around your side, knuckles stiff with nerves. You were warm. Solid. Real. It grounded him in a way numbers never could
────★ ˙🐙 “You may… begin when ready,” Azul says, cane tapping once against the stone for emphasis. You snort. “You say that like I’m gonna wait for permission.” There’s a pause. “…A fair assessment,” he admits, adjusting his glasses
────★ ˙🐙You set your stance, feet bare against the cold stone. The training hall opens up in your senses, every vibration mapping the space in your mind. Pillars. Walls. Azul’s steady presence just off to your right. Further back, two familiar, lazy signatures leaning against the doorway
────★ ˙🐙 “Ooo, front row seats,” Floyd’s voice lilts. Jade hums thoughtfully. Azul doesn’t turn. “This is a controlled exercise,” he says. “Try not to… encourage structural damage.” “Can’t promise anything,” you grin before stomping the ground causing the stone to ripple outward in a low wave, not shattering, but bending to your will. The surface buckles and rises into a broad ridge in front of you, smooth where you intend it to be, jagged only at the edges. You roll your shoulders, feeling the magic settle into your bones
────★ ˙🐙 “Excellent conversion speed,” he says, pride slipping through his composed tone. “You maintained structural integrity while shifting density. That’s… not easy.” "Hah! watch this" You grinned
────★ ˙🐙You pivot too sharply, riding the wave of magic a little too hard. The floor bucks in response, and the aftershock rattles up your legs. Before you can fully stumble, Azul’s hand finds your wrist, grounding you with a steady flow of mana
────★ ˙🐙 “Don’t overpower it,” he murmurs. “Redirect. The ground isn’t your enemy.” You steady yourself with a huff. “I wasn’t gonna fall. “I know,” he says immediately. “I intercepted the momentum. There’s a difference.”
────★ ˙🐙The stone settles as your magic winds down, the arena growing quiet beneath your feet. The vibrations soften, the floor finally at rest. Azul lingers close not crowding, not pulling away either his presence a steady landmark in your senses
────★ ˙🐙 “You push yourself too hard when you get excited,” he says, not scolding observing. “Your control is improving. Your recovery is what needs work.” You roll your shoulders. “I’m fine.” “I know,” he answers. “You always are. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a moment to breathe.”
────★ ˙🐙 He doesn’t touch you this time. Instead, he adjusts his stance so you can feel him clearly through the floor solid, grounded, unshaken. A quiet reminder that you’re not holding the ground alone
────★ ˙🐙 You huff, but the tension eases out of your posture anyway “…You’re annoying when you’re right.” Azul exhales softly, the sound almost a laugh. “I consider that one of my more reliable qualities.”
────★ ˙🐙 “You worry too much.” He exhales softly. “Yes. And you worry far too little. Between us, we achieve something resembling balance.” Jade and Floyd drift past, footsteps light against the stone. Jade offers a small nod. “You’re improving quickly.” Floyd leans down just enough for you to feel the vibration of his grin. “Next time, crack the ceiling.”
────★ ˙🐙 “Absolutely not,” Azul says at once. Then, softer, to you, “You are powerful. Frighteningly so. But power without intent is just noise. Learn to choose how you shape the world.” You take a slow breath, grounding yourself in the steady rhythm of the floor, in the familiar weight of his presence nearby. “Got it.” He hesitates, then places a brief, careful hand atop your head “…I’m proud of you,” he says quietly
────★ ˙🐍 When Jamil first held you, he was tense, staring at you. Not because you seemed fragile, you didn’t. Your cries were sharp, your fists stubbornly clenched, but because he had never held something that wasn’t meant to be managed
────★ ˙🐍 One hand steadied your head, the other firm at your back, posture perfect as if control alone could guarantee safety. Your unfocused eyes didn’t follow the light, and the room had gone quiet at the healer’s words. Jamil hadn’t. He only adjusted his grip, expression calm. “She will adapt,” he said evenly while you squirmed with surprising strength, and something quiet and resolute settled in his chest
────★ ˙🐍 He learned very early that underestimating someone is how you lose control of a situation. And he refuses to ever make that mistake especially with you
────★ ˙🐍 The training courtyard is sun-warmed stone and packed earth, measured and orderly just how Jamil prefers it. You stand barefoot at its center, toes curled slightly into the grit.
────★ ˙🐍 Jamil stands across from you, posture straight, hands clasped behind his back. Kalim lounges beneath the shaded archway with his partner, bright eyes fixed on the scene. He’s smiling soft, fond, entirely unbothered “Isn’t she amazing?” he whispers, nudging Jamil’s shoulder lightly
────★ ˙🐍 Jamil does not look away from you “She has potential,” he replies evenly Kalim beams. “You’re proud.” "...She is my daughter” Jamil corrects
────★ ˙🐍 You rolled your shoulders once, feeling the courtyard map itself beneath your feet. Jamil shifted his weight, testing you. You slapped your hands together in front of you as the ground below answered instantly
────★ ˙🐍 A controlled ripple spread outward in a perfect ring, sand shivering, stone humming as the vibration travelled straight toward him and stopped precisely at the tip of his shoes not a grain displaced beyond that point
────★ ˙🐍 Kalim clapped once, delighted. “That was amazing!” Jamil inclined his head slightly. “Improved radius control.” You grinned. “You didn’t even move.” “I wasn’t required to.” Your grin widened at your father's voice as you pivoted sharply, heel grinding into the stone. A jagged pillar of rock shot upward at his left side a blind angle for anyone who relied on sight
────★ ˙🐍 Jamil moved half a step, that was all. The pillar froze inches from his shoulder “Predictable,” he said calmly “You shifted your weight,” you shot back at your Dad pouting “Yes.” “That’s cheating.” “It’s adaptation.” Kalim laughed softly from the archway. “She really does sound like you.” Jamil exhaled once through his nose but didn’t dignify that with a response
────★ ˙🐍 He stepped forward without warning the pressure changed light, sudden displacement through the air as he leapt. You felt it before he landed your palm slammed down. Stone snapped upward in a curved wall behind you, intercepting the exact point of impact. His foot tapped against it testing as it held
────★ ˙🐍 Dust drifted down in a quiet curtain “Acceptable,” Jamil said You beamed, chest lifting with pride. “You escalate when you’re confident,” he continued evenly. “You use force where precision would suffice.” “The ground listens better when I stomp Dad! come on!" You huffed “It listens more clearly when you do not rush it.” Jamil replied back
────★ ˙🐍 “Try again,” he said. This time, you didn’t stomp. You pressed your heel slowly into the earth The vibration traveled differently. Smoother. Deeper. The stone beneath you rose in a broad, steady platform, lifting you just above the courtyard floor. No cracking. No jagged edges
────★ ˙🐍 Just clean elevation Kalim gasped in quiet delight. “Oh! That’s new!” Jamil looked up at you, eyes sharp, evaluating every tremor. The platform wobbled slightly as your legs trembled from effort
────★ ˙🐍 Jamil merely stepped closer close enough that you could feel him clearly through the ground. Solid. Unshaken. A steady landmark beneath the vibrations “You are not fighting the earth,” he said. “You are negotiating with it.” You steadied your breathing “…It’s stubborn.” “So are you.” You made a up motion with a small sand pillar, hitting your dad's sides. “That’s your fault.” “…Likely.”
────★ ˙🐍 From the archway, Kalim smiled warmly at his advisor. There was pride there not just for you, but for him. “You’re a good teacher,” Kalim said softly. Jamil didn’t answer immediately. You lowered the platform carefully, letting it settle back into place with a muted thud. No cracks. No backlash. Just obedience as the dust settled
────★ ˙🐍 The courtyard returned to stillness “…She is a capable student,” Jamil replied. You turned your face toward him. “Did I do well baba?” “Yes,” he said, voice steady and certain. “You did.”
────★ ˙🐍 Behind him, Kalim’s smile only widened as he watched the two of you as you beamed at your Dad hugging his waist as he hugged you back smiling subtly
────★ ˙🍎👑 Vil never once described you as “unfortunate.” From the moment you were placed in his arms, tiny fingers gripping his sleeve with startling strength, he did not sigh. He did not pity. He did not mourn what you “lacked. Doctors spoke in softened tones. Advisors suggested special accommodations. Tutors recommended gentler instruction. Vil dismissed them all. “My daughter,” he said evenly, adjusting the fall of his hair over his shoulder, “will not be treated as porcelain.”
────★ ˙🍎👑 You were blind since birth and from the moment your feet could press against the floor, you were listening. The estate staff learned quickly not to whisper near marble corridors. You always knew who was approaching. You always knew when someone hesitated before speaking to you
────★ ˙🍎👑 The first time he realizes you can “see” through vibrations? It happens during a public event. Someone tries to sneak up behind him backstage and you tilt your head slightly “Three steps behind you.." Vil doesn’t even turn around. He smiles patting your head “Thank you, my dear.” The man freezes.
────★ ˙🍎👑 Vil connects the dots quickly. Your sensitivity to flooring changes. The way you avoid obstacles without hesitation. The way your bare feet prefer stone, earth, or wood. He commissions training halls with different textures.
────★ ˙🍎👑 The first time you cracked the training floor with a single stomp, the instructors panicked. Vil only said, “Again. But with control.” before you could say anything you could hear his heel click to the floor as a sign to start
────★ ˙🍎👑 You steadied your breathing. Felt the ground. Listened to the tiny shifts in weight around you. When you bent the earth this time, it rose smooth and clean instead of wild “Better,” he said calmly "Ha! Whatcha know I'm-" "Remember to speak properly and clearly" Vil reminded instantly knowing you could sense his side eye
────★ ˙🍎👑 Vil taught you that beauty wasn’t about being seenv“Beauty is precision,” he would remind you. “Power without control is just chaos.” When you sparred, you didn’t rush. You waited. You felt the vibration of your opponent’s stance before they moved. You turned their strength against them with small, exact motions
────★ ˙🍎👑 Every step had purpose. Every strike had intention. He corrected your posture, your breathing, your timing. Not to make you softer, sharper. Even in battle, Vil cared about presentation despite the fact you always fussed and would whine about it (Reminding him too much of Epel)
────★ ˙🍎👑 Your clothes were chosen for movement. Your hair was styled so it wouldn’t distract you. If you preferred fighting barefoot, he allowed it as long as the floor was safe “Chin up,” he would say gently. “Shoulders back. Even if you cannot see them, they will see you.”
────★ ˙🍎👑 It had only been a small thing Vil adjusting your collar, gently reminding you that posture and presentation mattered. However, after a long day of training, dust still clinging to your clothes and the stone cool beneath your bare feet, the words felt heavier than usual
────★ ˙🍎👑 When he began suggesting a neater hairstyle and straighter stance, something in you snapped at Vil “One of the good things about being blind is that I don’t have to worry about my appearance. I don’t need anyone’s approval. I know who I am.”
────★ ˙🍎👑 instead of reprimand, a slow, unmistakable smile touched his lips. There was pride there, quiet but deep. He stepped closer, smoothing your sleeve not to correct you, but simply because he could. “Confidence,” he said evenly, voice softer than before, “is a beauty few ever truly master.” And in that moment, he could not have been more proud that his daughter had learned to stand her ground even against him
────★ ˙🍎👑 After that day, something shifted. Vil did not abandon his love for refinement but he stopped trying to polish you mid-battle
────★ ˙🍎👑 If you wanted to fight with dirt on your hands and your hair loose, so be it. Beauty, he realized, did not have to look pristine
────★ ˙🍎👑 Sometimes it looked like cracked stone and dust clouds. Sometimes it looked like you grinning with scraped knuckles and earth rising wildly at your command, and if fighting “dirty” meant winning intelligently, then he would not restrain you
────★ ˙💀 When Idia held you, the monitors in the S.T.Y.X. medical wing were still softly chiming, sterile lights reflecting faintly off the metallic trim of his coat
────★ ˙💀 He looked wildly out of place there long blue flame-like hair cascading nearly to the floor, yellow eyes too bright, expression caught somewhere between disbelief and fragile wonder. Yet when the nurse placed you into his arms, he didn’t recoil
────★ ˙💀 He laughed. It was breathless. Shaky. Disbelieving. “W-Whoa… she’s so tiny,” he murmured, voice cracking in a way no board meeting had ever forced from him. His hands, more accustomed to holographic keyboards and containment interfaces, adjusted carefully beneath your back and head. Despite the tremor in his fingers, his grip was secure. Protective. Instinctive
────★ ˙💀 Your cry was sharp and stubborn, fists clenched as if already ready to argue with the universe. He grinned, eyes shining. “Okay. Yeah. High stat roll in Strength.” The room quieted when Ortho floated closer, optics scanning gently. His voice, warm but clinical, broke the hush
────★ ˙💀 “Nii-san… ocular response remains unreactive. She is not responding to light stimuli.” For a moment, the silence thickened. The medical staff exchanged careful glances
────★ ˙💀 Idia merely adjusted you closer to his chest, flame hair flickering brighter rather than dimming. His chin lowered until it brushed the crown of your head “…So what?” he said softly, almost offended on your behalf. “Sight is just one input system. We’ll optimize the rest.” Ortho tilted his head. “You are not distressed?”
────★ ˙💀 Idia’s lips curved faintly, stubborn and certain. “I grew up under a hereditary curse and survived an underworld containment breach. I think I can handle parenting on hard mode.” His thumb brushed across your tiny knuckles, which tightened around him reflexively
────★ ˙💀 The S.T.Y.X. headquarters was not designed for toddlers. It was designed for containment. For precision. For catastrophic failures of Overblots, and Phantoms measured and prevented in milliseconds
────★ ˙💀 Yet somehow, within months, it became your territory. By the time you began to crawl, you preferred the reinforced metal corridors over padded nursery flooring. You would pause frequently, palms pressing flat against the cool surface, head tilting slightly as if listening to something deeper than sound
────★ ˙💀 One afternoon, Idia had been pacing a habit he never quite lost during high-stress diagnostics. His boots made almost no audible noise on the treated flooring, and he had not spoken. Yet you changed direction mid-crawl you moved straight toward him without hesitation
────★ ˙💀 You bumped gently into his shin, grabbed the edge of his coat, and looked up at nothing in particular “Papa,” you said confidently, as though correcting him. “You’re walking in circles.” He froze “…Ortho.” “Yes, Nii-san.” “She’s not guessing, right?” “Negative. She is detecting vibrational patterns through conductive flooring. Early seismic mapping adaptation confirmed.” His laugh this time was quieter. Almost reverent. “…She’s cracked the engine.” From that day forward, you refused shoes
────★ ˙💀 As you grew, so did your awareness. You learned the rhythm of the servers humming beneath the earth, the difference between technicians’ steps and guards’ patrol routes, the subtle change in your father’s gait when anxiety crept in
────★ ˙💀 He could not hide from you not truly. You would sit cross-legged on the laboratory floor while he worked, flame-lit screens reflecting in his golden eyes, and without looking at him you would say, “You’re thinking too loud.” “…That’s not how thinking works,” he would mutter automatically. “You’re pacing again.” He would glance down and he was
────★ ˙💀 A slow exhale would leave him, and he would consciously steady his steps. For you. He never mentioned how much that meant
────★ ˙💀 What he had not anticipated was your personality. You spoke to everyone. Technicians, engineers, visiting officials your confidence startled them. You did not wait for assistance. You did not tolerate pity
────★ ˙💀 Once, a junior researcher offered to guide you by the elbow. The ground trembled sharply beneath him just enough to destabilise his balance “I know where I’m standing,” you said flatly
────★ ˙💀 Idia, watching from a distance, exhaled slowly through his nose “…That’s my kid.” and yet, your extroversion remained a constant bewilderment to him
────★ ˙💀 He found you one day enthusiastically explaining vibrational feedback loops to three interns, hands animated, barefoot on polished tile as though it were your personal domain
────★ ˙💀Ortho drifted beside him. “She has initiated social interaction with seventeen new individuals this week.” Idia dragged a hand down his face. “Why is she charismatic. That’s not genetically consistent.” You ran to him moments later and wrapped your arms around his waist without hesitation “Papa! I made friends!”
────★ ˙💀 When you were old enough to demand training not ask, demand Idia did not refuse especially due to the fact you threatened your own father that you would find any sort of piece of earth to use against him
────★ ˙💀 Idia modified an outer courtyard within S.T.Y.X.’s compound, layering compacted stone over reinforced metal plating for maximum vibrational clarity. Ortho created impact sensors. Safety fields remained on standby, invisible but ever-present
────★ ˙💀 The afternoon sun warmed the stone as you stood barefoot at its center, toes curling slightly into grit. Your posture was confident, chin lifted, shoulders rolled once in preparation
────★ ˙💀 Idia stood across from you, hands buried in his coat pockets as though he were merely tolerating this “Reminder,” Ortho chimed pleasantly from the sidelines. “Today’s objective is aerial displacement tracking.” You grinned. “Uncle Ortho talks too much.” “Feedback acknowledged.” Idia sighed. “…I was supposed to have a quiet gamer kid.”
────★ ˙💀 You slammed your heel down. The ground answered. A controlled ripple spread outward in a perfect circle, stone humming beneath the surface as it travelled directly toward him and stopped precisely at the tips of his boots. Not a grain shifted beyond that boundary
────★ ˙💀 Ortho’s optics brightened. “Radius precision improved.” Idia’s eyes narrowed slightly in evaluation. “Not bad.” You beamed. The vibration beneath you vanished for half a second. Your brow furrowed at the sense of displacement
────★ ˙💀 Your hand struck the stone hard. A jagged wall erupted behind you exactly where he would have landed, intercepting his descent in a burst of dust and fractured light. Silence settled. Idia’s boot tapped experimentally against the newly formed barrier
────★ ˙💀 You crossed your arms immediately, chin lifting in offense. “You left the ground. That’s unfair.” Idia stared at you for a long second, golden eyes half-lidded. His flame hair sputtered once, then flared brighter at the tips
────★ ˙💀 “…Unfair?” he echoed flatly. “That’s not ‘unfair,’ that’s basic combat patch notes. Airborne opponents are literally a known boss mechanic.” You scowled. “You disappeared.” “I jumped,” he corrected dryly. “There was a very obvious displacement of mass and airflow. Ten out of ten telegraphed move. You just hesitated.”
────★ ˙💀 You stomped lightly in frustration. “I can’t feel you when you’re off the ground!” “Yes,” he said, as if this were painfully obvious. “Which is why you don’t wait for confirmation. You predict the trajectory. Think three frames ahead.” You huffed. “That’s annoying.”
────★ ˙💀 Idia folded his arms now, long sleeves shifting as embers of blue light trailed lazily down. “Welcome to combat. Enemies do not politely remain within your sensory render distance. They will absolutely exploit your blind spot. That’s not cruelty. That’s strategy.”
────★ ˙💀 A huff came from you as Idia sighed, "I'm going to literally die. This is too much exercise I didn't put that much effort in when it came to P.E" Idia grumbled "I can tell Papa" Ortho snickered at your comment before sighing as you two moved
────★ ˙💀 Your palm pressed flat to the stone, but the response was wrong. It wasn’t the familiar pulse of earth, steady, layered, patient. It was sharper and tighter. Alive in a different way
────★ ˙💀 Beneath the courtyard’s stone tiles, something trembled. Not from the impact of you. Ortho’s voice cut through the air mid-calculation. “Anomalous frequency detected-” The ground shuddered
────★ ˙💀 A thin seam split through the rock, and with a clean metallic shriek, a ribbon of alloy tore upward, gleaming silver in the afternoon light. It curved instinctively precise, controlled intercepting Idia mid-descent
────★ ˙💀 He landed on it eyes wide. Dust drifted through the stunned silence. The metal held him suspended between you, smooth and obedient, not warped or jagged shaped
────★ ˙💀 Ortho’s optics flared brighter. “Direct manipulation of refined alloy confirmed. She is isolating mineral impurities within the structure.” You stood still, fingers barely flexing against the stone
────★ ˙💀 “…It felt different,” you murmured. “But it’s still there. Inside it.” Idia didn’t answer right away. He stepped down slowly as the metal shifted again, curling faintly around your wrist before settling back into the courtyard as if nothing had happened
────★ ˙💀 His golden eyes were wide. His flame hair burned brighter, embers scattering faintly into the air “…You didn’t brute-force that,” he said quietly. “That’s S.T.Y.X.-grade alloy. It resists magic.” You blinked. “So?” Ortho hovered closer. “Statistical probability of this level of control at her current development stage was below one percent.”
────★ ˙💀 A slow grin spread across Idia’s face sharp, stunned, proud “…My daughter,” he muttered, running a hand through his glowing hair, “is a full SSR character.” You frowned slightly. “Is that good?” He crouched in front of you, eyes gleaming
────★ ˙💀 “It’s busted,” he corrected. “You just unlocked a hidden mechanic.” The metal beneath your feet hummed softly, responsive. You tilted your head. “…So I adapted?” Idia let out a quiet, almost breathless laugh “No,” he said, pride slipping unfiltered into his voice. “You escalated.”
────★ ˙🐉 The night you were born, the storms hat once hovered above departed from the sky. Cheers were heard from the people of Briar Valley
────★ ˙🐉 High above the thorn-laced towers of Briar Valley, the clouds coiled in heavy spirals, lightning flickering faintly between them as if even the sky understood that something important had entered the world. Inside the royal chamber, candlelight reflected off black crystal walls and silver embroidery, casting soft gold against dark stone
────★ ˙🐉 Malleus stood at the centre of it all. Tall. Still. Crown set aside and in his arms were you. You were small, wrapped in velvet the colour of deep forest moss, your tiny fingers flexing against the air as if testing it. Your eyes were open, but unfocused, unmoving despite the flicker of light
────★ ˙🐉 The physician’s voice trembled “Your Majesty… the princess was born without sight.” Silence swallowed the room whole. Sebek stiffened so sharply it was a wonder he did not crack. “W-What do you mean without sight?!”
────★ ˙🐉 Silver blinked slowly, expression soft but concerned. Lilia’s crimson eyes sharpened, watching Malleus carefully. Malleus gaze lowered to you. You were not crying. You were not distressed. In fact, your brow was furrowed slightly as though listening before making a loud 'Bah' sound moving your first slightly
────★ ˙🐉 Malleus eyes softened "Without sight,” he repeated quietly “Yes, Your Majesty.” A soft smile reached his lips. It was faint, but unmistakable “She is breathing. Her magic is strong. Her heart is steady.” His voice remained calm, regal, unwavering. “Why should I mourn what she has never possessed?” The physician faltered. “But, Your Majesty-” “She is my heir,” Malleus said simply
────★ ˙🐉 It was clear no one in that room would dare pity you. You tightened your grip around one of his fingers, surprisingly strong for someone so small. Malleus felt it the firmness, the quiet defiance in that tiny hold “You listen,” Lilia murmured with an amused hum. “Sharp little hatchling.”
────★ ˙🐉 Sebek dropped to one knee immediately. “Even without sight, she will be formidable! I swear it upon my life! Briar Valley shall never question her strength!” Silver smiled warmly, swaying slightly as sleep tugged at him. His head dipped for a second before jerking back upright. “…I’ll protect her too.”
────★ ˙🐉 Malleus adjusted you carefully against his chest “My child,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against your cheek, “you will not be hidden.”
────★ ˙🐉 Your childhood was not gentle. Not because Malleus was cruel but because he refused to cage you. Servants tried at first. Soft slippers. Guided hallways. Cushioned corners but you rejected every single one
────★ ˙🐉 The first time the palace floor cracked beneath your bare feet, you were barely five. The courtyard had been warm from the afternoon sun. You had wandered away from your tutors again ignoring their frantic calls. The moment your feet touched stone without obstruction, you stilled
────★ ˙🐉 A vibration, Subtle, and Alive. You stomped experimentally. The grass beneath you rippled, stone shifted into a small, uneven ring around you, responding not to spellwork but to instinct
────★ ˙🐉 Malleus had felt it from three floors above. When he appeared at the balcony overlooking the courtyard, his horns silhouetted against the sky, he saw you standing in the center of disturbed earth barefoot, grinning
────★ ˙🐉 “I can feel it!” you declared proudly. Lilia, leaning lazily against a pillar nearby, laughed. “Feel what, little dragon?” “Everything.” You stomped again. The vibration spread further while Malleus glanced to Lilia "It seems she has discovered her unique magic"
────★ ˙🐉 The earth itself was answering you as you laughed. Malleus descended in a blink of green light. The ground quieted immediately under his presence, but you turned your head toward him without hesitation “You’re three steps to the left,” you said smugly while Malleus laughed softly
────★ ˙🐉Tutors were assigned regardless. Geomancers. Rune scholars. Professors who specialise in blot control. You despised every single lesson held indoors. “They’re boring,” you muttered one afternoon, arms crossed as another lecture droned on about structured spellcasting. “The ground teaches better.”
────★ ˙🐉 By lunch, you had escaped. A distant crash echoed from the training fields. Sebek flinched. “…She has skipped her studies.” Silver glanced toward the noise with a knowing smile. “…She’s practicing.”
────★ ˙🐉 Sure enough, when they arrived, you were in the middle of the field dirt coating your ankles, hair windswept, laughing as pillars of stone rose and fell around you like obedient soldiers
────★ ˙🐉 You moved differently than any mage in Briar Valley Rolling. Pushing off the ground with one hand. Flipping to regain balance when vibrations shifted too quickly. You were light on your feet for someone who relied on them so heavily
────★ ˙🐉 When Silver sparred with you gently, you sensed the moment his foot pressed too hard before a swing. You ducked. The earth bucked upward and knocked him clean off balance
────★ ˙🐉 He landed on his back with a soft thud. You hurried over instantly. “You okay?” Silver blinked up at you, smiling warmly. “Yeah… I’m okay.” Sebek insisted on formal drills. You mocked his heavy stomping every time “You breathe louder when you’re nervous,” you informed him once during sparring. He nearly combusted.
────★ ˙🐉 Lilia tested you with disappearing tricks, sudden feints, erratic movements. Each time you adapted faster, but it was Malleus who challenged you most
────★ ˙🐉 The first time he disrupted your connection intentionally, you nearly fell. Night covered the valley in violet and blue. The training field was quiet except for the hum of distant insects “Again,” Malleus instructed as you stomped stone surged forward
────★ ˙🐉 He countered not to overpower but to distort the vibrations beneath you. A subtle magical interference. Suddenly the ground felt wrong blurry as you winced
────★ ˙🐉 You wobbled, frustration flashing across your face. Malleus’ voice remained steady. “The earth is not your only sense.” You steadied your breathing. Wind brushed against your cheek "Dad" You muttered wincing "Just breathe" A soft breath escaped you
────★ ˙🐉 The next wave of stone curved perfectly to intercept where he moved "Again. But be faster I was quicker at your age" "DAD!" Malleus snickered knowing the earful he was going to get from his wife for teasing their daughter
────★ ˙🐉 Malleus sighed often when tutors complained about your absences. He pretended mild disappointment when you tracked dirt into council chambers
────★ ˙🐉 He maintained composure when you loudly belched at a diplomatic banquet just to hear Sebek nearly faint but every time he watched you train barefoot, stubborn, laughing as the earth bent willingly around you his chest swelled with pride
────★ ˙🐉 Because you were not fragile. You were adapting, and able to feel free
────★ ˙🐉 One evening, as the sun dipped behind Briar Valley’s thorned skyline, you sat beside him on the palace balcony “Father?” “Yes.” “You’re not disappointed?” The question lingered between you
────★ ˙🐉 “That I’m blind,” you clarified quietly. Malleus turned fully toward you. The fading light reflected faintly in your unfocused eyes but you tilted your head toward him perfectly
────★ ˙🐉 He knelt before you, placing one clawed hand gently atop your head “My child,” he said softly, “you were born extraordinary.” You shifted slightly, listening. “You do not lack sight,” he continued. “You perceive the world in ways others cannot even imagine.” Below, the earth hummed faintly under your feet
────★ ˙🐉 “And Briar Valley,” Malleus said with quiet certainty, “will one day understand that its future ruler does not need eyes to see.” You grinned leaning your head onto his side as he looked ahead to the sky
Do you think you could please write a Qifrey x Pregnant! Reader?? His reaction to finding out, how he’d take care of them, etc? No worries if not ofc, I love your writing sm! <33
(Also if I could please request that reader stay gender neutral in pronouns at the very least? But whatever works easiest for you of course!! I understand if it’s easier to write them as fem :> )
Gender neutral pronouns are not a problem at all! Though this does bring up the question of how contraceptives work in WHA...or if are even a thing.
TW: talk of pregnancy/ brief non graphic talk of childbirth and a brief implication of abortion (nothing is elaborated on, just Qifrey being supportive of his partners bodily autonomy)
Anxiety shoots through Qifrey like am arrow when he finds them hunched over the dinning room table, face in their hands, shoulders trembling with quiet sobs. Its early, much too early for anyone else to be awake. Olly wouldn't be seen till noon and the girls didn't need to be roused for a few more hours. Precious time Qifrey used to prepare for the day.
He hadn't heard them come in the night before, couldn't recall feeling them crawl into bed next to him. The weight of their body in bed, the warmth they radiated. Guilt takes hold of Qifrey, because how could he NOT have noticed their absence???
Rushing to their side, he places a gentle hand to their shoulder, squeezing it.
"What happened?"
They jolt, turning in their seat to look up at Qifrey with wide, frightened eyes. Cheeks damp from tears, lips quivering as they force down a pitiful sound.
"Are you hurt?" Qifrey kneels before them, taking their hands in his own and rubbing his thumb gently over their knuckles.
"Qifrey- Qifrey I'm so sorry," they suck in a breath, chewing at their lip, "I...we need to talk."
"I'm listening my love," he brings their hands to his lips, dusting kisses across their wrists, silvery blue eyes filled with nothing short of concern and adoration.
The tremble in their hands grows stronger as they try and steady their breath, swallowing back tears.
"I haven't been feeling very well, so I went to the healing spire the other night," instantly, Qifrey feels dread bubble up in the pit of his belly, a chill running down his spine, "I had to wait a few hours for them to run tests and get results-"
Now, it was his turn to tremble. Thoughts of deadly ailments, incurable disease, and all sorts of life altering or ending conditions. He holds their hands tighter, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw clicks.
"I'm pregnant, Qifrey."
It doesn't register at first.
Those weren't the words he was expecting. Not the life ending outcoming that would shatter his world to pieces.
"Qifrey?" Their voice wavers, "Say something, please."
He shakes his head, chasing away his previous thoughts as he holds their hands to his chest.
"But you are...well? Your health?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then there is no need to cry. We will...figure this out as well as we've figured out everything before."
They still, brows furrowed, "You aren't angry?"
"Whatever would I be angry for?" He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, "I was worried you were going to tell me you were ill or...gods forbid dying."
"But a baby- Qifrey, a baby-"
"Do you wish to carry it through?" A pause hangs in the air.
"What do you wish for me to do Qifrey?"
"That, is not my decision to make," another kiss is pressed to their knuckles, "For it is not my body that must carry it. Whatever choice you make, I will support you through. Say the word, and it shall be done."
Laughing weakly, they pull one hand free and press it to his cheek, staring deeply into those love filled eyes.
"I...wish to carry them...if you are willing to stand beside me."
Quickly, he's back on his feet, pressing kisses across their cheeks, nose and lips, the pair dissolving into gleeful giggles.
~~~
"Qifrey, my love," six months have passed far too quick, the nursery nearly completed and everyone well aware of the impending arrival, "if you do not *back off* I am going to strangle you."
It's said with all the love they can muster, their frayed nerves ready to snap if the silver haired witch didn't stop hovering.
Qifrey looks momentarily wounded, but quickly steps away. Dropping his head in an apologetic motion, "I'm sorry my love-"
Taking in a deep breath, they do their best to keep their temper in check, which had become a far greater struggle as their moods swung drastically from hour to hour.
"I am not incapable of things. I'm pregnant."
Opening his mouth as if to argue, Qifrey quickly closes it and runs a hand through his messy white hair.
"I know, my love, I know- I just, can not stand to sit back and not help-"
"Qifrey I'm folding laundry not repairing the roof. If you don't allow me to do something, I will go stir crazy and everyone in the atelier will suffer."
He winces, nodding in slow agreement.
"I understand my love...forgive me."
~~~
The crib is the last piece to be placed into the nursery. Much to their fretting, Qifrey had insisted and insisted on waiting to buy one, up until the final month with days left to prepare. It was driving them mad, how this man who hovered like a second shadow over them this whole pregnancy, who had rushed out to buy blankets, bottles and diapers the day after learning he'd be a father, was delaying the most important part of the whole nursery.
It didn't make any sense, until they're lead into the room one afternoon, and it clicks. Tucked neatly against the wall was a crib, but not just any crib. It was ornate, carved vy hand and decorated with all the love and care only a true craftsman could muster. Olruggio stood next to Qifrey, and his four little students stood beside him, all smiles and giggles.
"Qifrey-"
"Isn't it pretty!" Tetia grins, "Master Qifrey and Master Olly have been working on it for months!"
"You made this?" They whisper, moving closer and running their hand over the railing, marveling at the woodwork.
"Olly did all the hard work," Qifrey chuckles, "I simply nagged him about specifications."
"And let me tell you, Qifrey might just be the worst client I've ever hard," Olruggio crosses his arms and huffs, "You two best keep that crib for your grandkids grandchildren because I will NOT be making either of you any more furniture."
They laugh, giddy and breathless, "Oh it's perfect....everything about it is perfect!" They turn to face Qifrey, tears pricking the corner of their eyes. Before they can move to hug him, they pause, face shifting from delight to confusion.
"Darling?" Qifrey steps closer, reaching out to take their hand, "Is something wrong-"
"Ah..." a bit of nervous laughter spills out, "I believe...we should make haste to the Healing Spire-"
~~~
Despite all the horrors he had faced in life Qifrey is certain none stood in comparison to watching his most beloved bring their child into the world. Hours and hours of wails and agony, far too much blood for his liking, and a few very bemused nurses watching the new father pale and stagger away from the bedside as he grew lightheaded.
"He's perfect," the words catch in his throat, leaning over their shoulder and gently rubbing his finger across their son's ruddy cheek, "You...did amazing. I am... such a lucky man..."
They chuckle weakly, nuzzling their newborn and kissing the top of their head, "Blue eyes...bright blue eyes...just like his father."
Qifrey chokes up a bit, smiling down at his little family, "He has your nose...your lips, your hair."
"I wonder who he'll look like once he's older?" Qifrey leans down, kissing both of their cheeks.
hmmm.... tribbie! Yuu with twisted wonderland? And thank you for the writings, they bring me much joy.
𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🌟🚀
Imagine twisted wonderland with a tribbie!yuu, how would the storyline and relationship go.
Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a river full of memory
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river, all is found
Twst men x tribbie!yuu ( Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomifiore, Ignihyde, Disamonia )
>> tribbie!yuu can be considered tribios!yuu, "they" are the address for the tribbie!yuus ( tribbie!yuu, trianne!yuu, trinnon!yuu) since they are fragments of tribios!yuu.
The tribbie!yuus referring to the trio of tribios!yuu fragment, I hope this makes sense because I was also confused on how to put this. 😅
Heartslabyul
A highly respective figure, carrying knowledge beyond the years as well as delivering messages and prophecy. Even though possessing three bodies formally thousands the trio of tribbie!yuu shared the same mind and sensation of one another. They are known as tribbie!yuu but can also be called tribios!yuu, even though sharing the same mind–the three bodies share distinct personality and purpose.
Ace and deuce would constantly make fun of tribbie!yuu size, and they would shut up when a staff walked by. Ace, deuce and grim would be taught by tribbie!yuu. Ace and deuce would often be confused by tribbie!yuu multiple bodies but one body– each fragment of tribios!yuu would be closed to one first year, while ace get along with trianne!yuu–deuce would get along with trinnon!yuu despite having one mind, they all have distinct personalities.
Cater would compare the tribbie!yuus to his unique magic, but instead it's a Permanent and tribios!yuu is forever split. Honestly, he enjoys the tribbie!yuus chaos. Cater finds their presence warm and upbeat, he also sees her as a mentor where he could trust as well as a reliable little sister. He finds it sad that her fate is becoming like this, but with tribbie!yuus personality hopefulness for a better tomorrow–cater would start to also hope for a better tomorrow.
Trey would greatly respect tribbie!yuu and would often refer to her in a dignified manner, he would enjoy the tribbies!yuus chaotic nature but sad because it can be a sign that they already used all of their power and might perish so he would often try to prevent situations that might cause it.
Riddle would absolutely respect tribbios!yuu and put them in high esteem but couldn't say the same thing for her fragments. tribbie!yuu, trianne!yuu and trinnon!yuu are chaotic he would often try to hold himself back from lecturing a person he greatly admired and respect. Even though, he despises disobedience–tribios!yuu choosing to disobey because humanity might be in danger is one where he questions his rigidness.
Savanaclaw
Tribbie!yuus position is a weird thing, one is a student, while one is a teacher and another one is a staff or work outside of the school. All three of them share different purposes, honestly it's weird seeing your class mate teaching a class while another one is sitting right beside you paying attention to themselves. Tribbie!yuu as a student while a trianne!yuu as a teacher while trinnon!yuu as a staff member or work outside, yet all of them put on the identity of tribios!yuu.
Jack would respect tribios!yuu and care for the tribbies!yuu, respecting their knowledge and wisdom seeing them as tribios!yuu. He would observe the tribbie!yuus to make sure they don't cause too much chaos, as well as helping them with tasks. He admired their determination and sense of justice, and care for others.
Ruggie would view them as strange and something beyond he's understanding, although he enjoys the pranks that trianne!yuu pulls as well as enjoy their spunkiness. Honestly, he views them as a person who's reliable as well as responsible.
Leona does not appreciate the explosions of the tribbie!yuus cause, it disturbs his slumber as well as hurting his ears. He would not say it out loud, but every time when tribbie!yuu have a command–he would allow it. Imagine him walking around, with tribbie!yuu trianne!yuu and trinnos!yuu on his shoulder telling him what to do and where to go. Honestly, it is such a heartwarming side to him–he would never treat tribbie!yuus as a kid despite their appearance because he knows that they are older than all of them as well as him holding great respect for them and tribios!yuu.
Octavinelle
People may still be confused by all these different body but one mind, in simple terms all of tribbie!yuus fragments share one mind and sensation yet with a distinct personality suited for their duty. The tribbie!yuus is more proficient at completing a task as well as freely travel anywhere at top speed without the worry of being late, imagine being an NRC student getting to class and a rocket just pass you carrying your classmate ace, deuce, and grim with a tribbie!yuu as the pilot–they were just getting to class.
Azul would be impressed on how efficient the tribbie!yuus are, also quite curious about the process of the fragment ritual–honestly he's been eyeing towards her coreflame. Azul would try to bribe the tribbies!yuus with sweets and candy but that always fails, he would have a hard time deceiving her or at some point it's hopeless to deceive tribbie!yuus because they would read the contract and point out the mistakes like a teacher correcting a student grammar.
Jade would respect them and have a cordial relationship, although he enjoys the chaos and is interested in how each fragment of tribios!yuu function like even though they all share the same mind, they all have distinct personalities or habits. Not to mention, tribbie!yuus carries centuries of knowledge and experience which is also another thing that jade is quite curious–imagine the tribbie!yuus using orynox spell to reverse a damage.
Floyd and tribbie!yuus would hang out a lot, it's like an older sister with a younger brother who got influence and become a chaos gremlin. Floyd would love to see the tribbie!yuus experiment and also want to partake in it, the rockets that they launch–imagine Floyd reaction towards them launching multiple rockets towards an overblot Azul, hes instantly entertained.
Scarabia
Tribbie!yuus can act as a guide as well as a mentor towards many people, their prophecy can be considered vague yet accurate. Yet they are mischievous, sometimes pulling pranks on many students and staff despite their highly respective reputation and position. Pulling harmless pranks to see students reactions, unfortunately many staff cannot do anything about it–ps, Crowley is often a victim of it.
Tribbie!yuu would often teach students on the topics they don't understand, and one of those students is kalim. He asks her personally to help him learn math, he under estimates on how strict tribbie!yuu is on their lessons. He would view the tribbie!yuus as a highly respected figure admiring their intelligence and bravery, he would often love to hear stories about the tales of the chrysos heirs on his free time from tribbie!yuu. He enjoys trianne!yuu spunkiness, while also trinnon!yuu intelligence. Them hoping for a better tomorrow, would be such an inspiration.
Jamil would respect tribios!yuus and the sacrifice she commits addressing her with the highest dignity, the same goes towards the tribbie!yuus despite them being fragments it doesn't one is less than another. Honestly, he is quite happy that kalim is preoccupied with tribbies!yuus lesson because he can relax now–as well as not worrying about Kalim's well being.
Pomifiore
It's pretty established that tribbie!yuus functions as a mail main towards NRC, delivering messages as well as giving students a slip of their own future and add some good fortune. Although this delivery can expand towards the entire sage island, because they don't need to worry about missing out the lessons and what happened since they shared the same mind and senses.
Vil would have casual tea times with the tribbie!yuus, he values their guidance as well as tales while tribbie!yuus value his stern and determination. Honestly he reminds them of a certain student of theirs, vil is the only person that can predict their movement as well as a person they can trust with dealing matters behind the scene.
Rook would absolutely be interested in their one mind yet three body, and he also became more obsessed when he learned that there used to be a thousand fragments of them. He loves to hear the tribbie!yuus interaction as well as hearing stories about tribios!yuu and the chrysos heirs, he would sing praises about her tale and what an inspiring hero she is as well as admiring her decision to rebel.
Epel would be caught off guard by the tribbie!yuus size and wondering why is their bunch of kids in a school like NRC, he becomes more confused when they all identify as tribios!yuu and as well as them being thousands of years old.
Ignihyde
Many students and staff would agree that the tribbie!yuus is a genius inventor, the ramshackle is often a victim of their experiments once in a while exploding. They would build devices that might be useful towards combat or day to day life–their craftsmanship can be considered on a divine level, this would serve as proof of the tribbie!yuus talent as well as creativity.
"She's nice" idia would honestly get along with trinnon!yuu more than tribbie!yuu and trianne!yuu. Both of them are shy and also sleepy, and idia would listen closely when trinnon!yuu is discussing prophecy. Idia would honestly relate towards tribios!yuu past of growing up isolated, as well as both of them losing their loved ones to accidents not to mention Respecting their inguinity.
Ortho would get along with the tribbie!yuus, he would usually tag along with the first years when he's not busy dealing with idia. He is quite curious about the technique they use as well as tales from amphoreus, it feels nice to finally have somebody he can talk to as well as understand him–he would compare tribbie!yuus towards a goddess from the island of woes myth.
Disamonia
With each fragment of tribbie!yuus they all share the same mind and sensation, so all of them feel what it's like to be stabbed as well as another fragment death. The first years is constantly worried about them overworking themselves to exhaustion, as the demi god of passage and messenger–they have taught many heroes throughout their lifetime and seeing their students pass away. When they are teleported towards the world of twisted wonderland, they would try their best to protect this peaceful world.
Oh malleus would hold tribbie!yuus with the highest esteem, seeing her as a person of sacrifice and legends. He admired her role as a mentor as well as a friend towards him, he doesn't understand humans but is meeting a person like tribbie!yuus makes him want to bow his head towards the pain and sacrifices she made for her people. He enjoys the presence of the tribbie!yuus it's like having 3 friends, he would not tolerate people disrespecting them and will not let their sacrifice to be thrown away.
Sebek would kneel towards tribbie!yuus, ABSOLUTELY RESPECT AND ADMIRATION FROM HIM. The way she would defy the divine to save people and others–the way she agreed to be split into thousands of fragments. She's a person who followed her duty for thousands of years even when met with disasters she would keep walking forward and hope for a better tomorrow.
Silver would also kneel towards tribbie!yuus or tribios!yuu, as well as admiring the heroism. From a person that defied fate becoming the messenger and goddess of passage, seeing her as a person of high dignity and respect. He would never look down upon them, or as well as doubt their capabilities.
Lilia would call the tribbie!yuus as "lady tribios" or simply "teacher" he would respect them as well as seeing them as a leader, friend and also a mentor. They have seen countless war and battle with the gods for humanity which is something lilia would respect and kneel to, instead of them being a ruler–they choose to be a guide. Lilia and tribbie!yuus would respect each other, and would hold tea parties where they would discuss history and time. "Did you regret it" he asked and tribbie!yuu would respond with a yes saying that she holds no regrets.
vlogger!rafayel tries to survive a week without you!
cw- rafayel kinda loses it, suggestive at the end, you call him a whore (over text)
day one
sitting at the terminal gate, rafayel flips open his video camera and hits record.
"hello, my desciples. my girlfriend has just abandoned me for a week. she'll be going on a business trip to this conference thing for the best hunters around the world. i'm super proud of her. but i'm also gonna be super lonely now." he gazes into the lens, making a pouty face.
"i'm still at the airport. she left like—" he checks the recording time— "two minutes ago." standing up with his camera in hand, the vlogger makes sure he didn't leave anything behind before setting off down the long, brightly lit hallways of the airport.
"i'm gonna get some seafood for dinner tonight. maybe some crab? ooooo or lobster, mhmm. but i won't have anyone to share my delicious cooking with." he garners a few stares from passersby, either curious or judgmental about why he's filming himself. must be famous or something, they think.
since becoming a part time vlogger, rafayel's art exhibitions have become even more popular, and his reputation has improved significantly. but that doesn't mean he's become any less of a flake or actually takes the pr advice thomas gives him. however, there's something enchanting about the artist that makes viewers stick around from the beginning to the end of his videos.
"i wouldn't say i'm clingy or anything." rafayel lowers the angle to focus on his sharp jawline. "i mean, my girlfriend says i'm clingy, but i think i express my love to her and want to be with her a normal amount."
glancing down, into the camera, he grins. "i bet by the end of this week, i'll be fine. i won't even have noticed that she left."
leaving the airport, he stops by the fish market on the way home and picks up a lobster and a few other goodies for tonight's meal. tonight's meal for one, not two. he found himself ordering double of everything by habit, but of course, changed it at the last second, much to the vendor's annoyance.
that night, he forgot to film his cooking or even his meal before he began eating it. what viewers receive is a close-up of a semi-eaten cheese-baked lobster before they watch rafayel eat it in silence.
day two
rafayel wakes up alone in his bed. his arms naturally reach out for you, but all he finds are his bedsheets. they still smelled like you. but that might have made his desire to see you even worse.
you were super busy and had responded to his bajillion messages (self-proclaimed 'not clingy' btw) during the early hours of the morning. his heart drops and splashes in his stomach. you had full days packed with meetings and likely wouldn't be able to talk much over the next week. oh, the cruelty! the horror! just drive a dagger straight through him, why don't you?!
in the early afternoon, he flips on his camera and begins with, "i don't think i'm gonna make it. like, she texted me and said that she wouldn't even be able to call while she's away. i think i might die. no exaggeration."
sighing dramatically, he flops down on the couch and holds the camera steady as it captures him gazing out the long windows. crashing waves can be heard in the distance, alongside squawking seagulls.
"i guess i could start training my seagull choir again. maybe i could teach them a performance for my girlfriend when she comes home. or maybe i should sculpt her something. but i like painting better. but i have no inspiration. my muse is gone." his other hand falls over his forehead; a true damsel in distress.
"i think i need to alone right now. sorry." instead of cutting the camera, he positions it on the coffee table while he lies there on his leather sofa, contemplating the meaning of life. his battery is dead by the time he's ready to move.
day three
the camera focuses on a dishevelled rafayel. his white button-up isn't tucked into his pants like it is usually, his hair looks like it's been pulled at by his fingers, and there's this wildness in his enchanting eyes.
"is this on?" he asks, checking for the red dot on the screen. "okay, good. now, everyone, i want you to see what i've been working on for the past few hours." turning around, he steps back. behind him is a flock of seagulls perched on his sofa.
"okay. three, two, one." rafayel moves his hands as a conductor does while the seagulls squawk in a somewhat identifiable melody. it's the beginning of something great. but it's also grating to the ear. headphone warning!!
once the gulls finish, rafayel whips around to the camera with the biggest grin on his face. "isn't it great? they're amazing, i know. all because of me. i should be a conductor or something." facing the seagulls once more, he dismisses them. they scurry out of his house like they were being held hostage.
for a moment, he just stands there, gazing at where they were congregated on his couch. some sense seems to return to him, jolting him to take action. grabbing his camera, he stares into the lens as he says, "i'm holding up okay, i swear. really. i'm doing fine. i don't miss her at all." his gaze shifts elsewhere. "literally, like, she hasn't responded to my messages since last night, and i don't care. really. i'm feeling good about this, actually."
popping the camera down on his coffee table, he sinks down to the floor and rests against the couch. "it's good, like, i have more time to focus on me and what i want." a spark lights up in his eyes.
"actually," he starts while getting up and leaving the camera there. "i've been wanting a new cooking apron. and also i was thinking about buying some new bedsheets." when he comes back into frame, he's holding a laptop in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other.
returning to the floor, he slips his blue light glasses on before opening up his laptop. the sound of typing resounds throughout his home. he makes sure to screen record his desktop before beginning to commentate on the website he's browsing; it sells various house items like bedding or bathroom accessories.
"i like silk. it's very gentle on the skin, you know? and my girlfriend always says that she gets a good night's rest after sleeping with me." realising how that might have sounded, rafayel quickly elaborates, "i mean, like, next to me. in our bed." crisis averted (?). "so yeah, i think i'm gonna get another pair of silk bedsheets." his mouse hovers over a bedding bundle.
clicking on it, he flicks through the colours and remarks, "i like this twilight zone colour. but this dark sage is also really nice. oh and the periwinkle. hmm." he glances up at his camera. "help me choose since my girlfriend abandoned me. i bet if i texted her, she wouldn't even text me back before i picked a colour."
but his shopping doesn't stop at bedsheets or aprons. soon, he's adding shell-themed hand soap dispensers and tea towels decorated with sea creatures to his cart. and that's only the tip of the iceberg. viewers eyes would bulge at the ludicrous amount of money he drops on these domestic items, but he doesn't even look at the total before checking out.
he finishes off the day's filming with a cooking montage this time, but skips the eating part as he wants to watch some funny cat videos while enjoying his meal. and he'll never admit that to the world. only you know about his cat-aholic browsing history.
day four
the video begins inside of rafayel's sports car. he's driving as he starts yapping away, "so last night, i texted my girlfriend that if she didn't respond in six hours, i'd get my nipples pierced. and it's been over ten hours and she still hasn't responded so... i'm a man of my word.
"i mean, i didn't actually think she'd let me get it done. but maybe she's ignoring me on purpose because she wants me to get it done. am i just gaslighting myself at this point? probably. but also, i think she won't be able to keep her hands off me once my nipples are pierced."
after parking the car, he switches off his camera and doesn't turn it back on until he's inside a white room, sitting on a medical bed. the piercer tells him to take his shirt off.
"but then my followers will see me half-naked," he frowns. the guy in all black shrugs. sighing, rafayel begins unbuttoning his shirt and slowly shrugs it off while the piercer prepares the needles.
after discussing metals for the jewellery, raf lies down on the bed. once his nipples are marked, he grabs his camera and shows the future viewers where the needle is gonna go (up close, if i might add. up very close) before ending the video.
the next shot is at a low angle of rafayel walking out of the mall. when he looks into the camera, his eyes are glassy.
"don't ever get your nipples pierced. it's a lie. i'm in so much pain right now—" his phone dings. "oh, look! my girlfriend just texted me!" he sniffles as he reads the texts, a sweet smile breaking out on his lips as he does so.
"she said that i must be her whore now because i probably got them done. and she's right. i'm all hers." ...soon, he shuts off his camera before crying in his car from the pure agony radiating across his chest.
day six
"hello, disciples," he says while standing on the beach. the sky overhead is bright blue and untouched by a single tuft of white for miles on end. "yesterday i forgot to film. but basically, i watched wildlife documentaries all day. you guys have some really crazy species on land. like, did you know komodo dragons can have offspring solo? like what? isn't that a two-person job? but anyway, today i'm on the beach. i'm gonna be doing some painting."
he flips around the view to show off his set-up easel and paints. the video cuts to after he's secured his camera to his tripod and begun painting.
"when i paint on the beach, my girlfriend usually comes and bugs me. and sometimes, we even paint together. OH and—" he places down his paintbrush to show the camera his nails. "i painted my nails black yesterday to match this new vibe with my nipple piercings. i'm so glad there's no breeze right now, or i'd have to show them to you. they're still super tender."
taking up his brush again, he resumes painting. "i'm thinking, like, just a classic sunny beach landscape. but to make it a little more interesting, i thought i'd blindfold myself and just rely on my other senses. wait, let me move you guys over here." one he's repositioned the tripod behind him with his canvas in full view, the artist takes out a blindfold and ties it around his head.
"okay, how's that?" he asks, turning around and completely missing the camera. "is it good? i can't see. like, i actually can't see. uh, where's my canvas." the camera captures him stumbling around a bit before eventually finding his brushes and easel.
haters will say it's fake, but the work he produces is as stunning as his others. but this one has a messier feel. it's unapologetically colourful, and there are accidental smears all around the edges from rafayel touching the wet paint when stabilising the canvas.
after he takes off his blindfol—inevitably getting paint on his face in the process—his first words are: "that's actually pretty good." picking up his camera, he gives the viewers a clear shot of his artwork.
now that he can see, he fixes up some of the smears and other accidents. but he doesn't change the core ambience of the painting. it retains that messy look, whilst being given an air of sophistication. he doesn't know it yet, but he'll have followers bidding insane sums of money for his artwork in the comment section once his video has been posted.
day seven
rafayel is lying in bed. his hair clearly hasn't been brushed, and there are love bites littered all over his neck, shoulders, and upper chest that likely stretch much further down.
"just woke up," he rasps, his voice deep and thickened with sleep. "there won't be a day seven, thankfully. my girlfriend came home last night without telling me. turns out she had been speed-running all of her work so she could return to me."
bringing the camera in closer, rafayel's long finger gestures to the marks on his milky skin. "do you see the masterpiece she left on me?" there's a quiet groan off-screen.
shifting the camera up to his face, the vlogger says, "i gotta go. think i woke her up." the video ends abruptly.
comment section
rafayell0v3r4eva commented: one million. beat my offer @/rafayelloverforever
mimiko90909commented: ughhh😩😩😩i need a love like theirs😔
n000filternancy replied to mimiko90909: ikr like where am i gonna find a man who will get his nipples pierced for me😔
justine7452price commented: he's acc so clingy... what spell did u use gurl?🤨
railmerafa replied to justine7452price: fr like where did you find him? i need to know so i can avoid that place at all costs😏
rafayelloverforever commented: 1.5mil. i ain't losin to you @/rafayell0v3r4eva
pr0tectthe0cean0relse commented: biologist here! yes! komodo dragons can reproduce asexually. that is, without a partner! it happens through this process called parthogenesis where a female komodo dragon can produce offspring from an unfertilised ova. however, all komodo dragons born from asexual reproduction are male. as komodo dragons don't tend to stray far from home, those males will typically mate with the limited females in the population, leading to inbreeding. the more you know!
─ .✦ Single mom MC, First meetings, pre-relationship
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“It’s snowing!” The door to your bedroom swings open with a loud thud, tiny footsteps drawing closer until they meet the end of your bed, accompanied by a melody of excited yelps.
You let out a small groan when you feel something plop onto your legs, the weight on the mattress shifting, small hands grabbing onto your warm covers and pulling at them. As you yawn and rub the sleep out of your eyes, you stare in amusement at the little head of locks that is slowly crawling closer, the adorable voice of your son as he huffs and puffs until he reaches you, like a little morning alarm to you now.
“Good morning, mommy!” he beams, nuzzling his head into your comfortable sheets, big eyes watching you as you break into a smile and caress his hair, “Good morning, darling. You are up quite early today”
He leans a little bit closer, as if wanting to tell you a secret, hands cupped around his mouth, “Because it’s snowing, mommy!” he whisper-shouts, rolling over to the free space next to you, giggling excitedly, “It’s finally snowing!”
You chuckle, propping your head up with an arm as you watch him; Theo - your little ball of sunshine who has managed to make every day a little bit brighter, even through all the tough times and stress that the last four years have brought on.
And now can you imagine how incredibly sad that little ball of sunshine of yours was when he found out that it hadn’t snowed all December? When he woke up Christmas morning and spent a whole hour staring outside the window hoping it would snow just a tiny bit, because that’s what always happens in the picture books he’s reading? Yeah, you didn’t know how to handle that either, and this is your fourth year of being a mom. Being his mom.
“Mommy, we need to go outside! Now!” His tiny voice takes you out of your thoughts as he sits up on his knees, a little pout on his lips. “Before the snow melts! Hurry!”
“Alright, alright”, you laugh, sitting up slowly, “But we need to have breakfast first, otherwise you are going to be very cold later when you are playing outside”
He is still pouting, the tantrum just seconds from happening, but when you remind him of the orange juice you bought last night - his favorite one - his face lights up and he dashes out the door into the bathroom where you can hear him frantically splash water at his face to ‘get ready’.
-
“There you go, honey. Careful, still hot”
Toast with jam is a go-to when you are too lazy or tired to think about what to make in the morning, especially when you have an impatient toddler sitting in front of you who is just seconds from dashing out the door to play in the snow.
The cup of orange juice has been downed the moment you two sat down and before you could even have one sip of your coffee; at least that’s some kind of vitamins you can get him to have in the morning, along with some apple slices you two share together.
“Do you think we can make a snowman today?”, he asks mid-chewing, his little cheeks filling up cutely. “We can try”, you respond confidently, recalling that last year you two got nowhere close to making one and instead settled on making a very small one on your balcony. That same year, you two ended up catching one of the worst colds ever as well; uncle Caleb coming in clutch when he managed to take an early vacation and spend a week nursing you two back to health.
“I want to make two!”, he exclaims excitedly, “one for mommy and one for me!”
You smile, trying to ignore the little pang in your chest and how full your heart felt at his innocent ramblings, “Sounds lovely, darling. I can’t wait to see them.”
-
He’s out of the door the moment you deem him ready to go, the end of his scarf flying with the wind as he runs to the nearby playground that’s just a couple of minutes away from your home.
“Wait for mommy!”, you shout after him as you hurriedly close the door behind you, making sure to bring your bag of essentials with you in case he gets hungry when out playing, as well as some tissues for his runny nose, “And don’t run too fast or you might accidentally walk into some-”
Too late.
As you watch him rush around the corner, his small body collides with someone else, a little yelp escaping his lips as he falls back, luckily onto a bed of soft snow that cushions the fall. A rush of panic overcomes you as you jog closer, an apology already sitting on top of your tongue as you help your son up, gently brushing away the snow on his pants.
“Everything alright?”
You look up to beautiful blue eyes gently setting on you and then your son. The young man kneels down, so he can be on the same level as him, a soft smile adorning his face when he reaches his hand out. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there”
“No, no, it’s our fault”, you jump in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t keep my eye on him for a moment and-”
“Mister, do you want to join us?”
The stranger tilts his head, confused, a little grin on his face now, “Join you in what?”, he asks curiously, wiping away the snow on your son’s shoulder, as they talk. “Mommy and I are making a snowman!”
“I’m so sorry, I know you must be busy. We will just go on about our day just fine, don’t worry”, you assure with an awkward chuckle, patting Theo on the shoulder as a silent sign, “Right, honey?”
He pouts, but just before you can find something else to cheer him up, the silver-haired stranger in front of you stands up and speaks up first;
“Actually, I do have some time”, he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m off work today and was just out to take a stroll. If you don’t mind, I can help you two with the snowman”
“Really..?” small fingers wrap around his hand, big eyes looking up at him expectantly, “I want to make a biiiig one!”
“Sure can”, he grins, “Anything you’d like”
“Mommy, mommy, did you hear that? We are making a biiiiiig one!”
“I’m glad, honey”, you turn towards the man, who is being pulled along by your son towards the direction of the playground, “Thank you for offering your help... uh, may I ask for your name?”
-
“Xavier, Xavier, look at this one!”
“You are doing great, buddy”, Xavier responds with a big grin, jogging up to your son to help him roll a snowball almost the size of him, “You’re an expert at this”
Your son whips his head around to look at you, sparkles in his eyes about the compliment he had just gotten, as if wanting to tell you ‘Did you hear that, Mommy? He just called me an expert!’ and you smile at him and give a small thumbs up, watching him giggle and chatter away with Xavier about how amazing their snowman is going to be.
Xavier lives in the neighbourhood and usually spends most of his days on duty as an active hunter. When you tell him that you used to study for the hunter’s exam, preparing to be one in the future, he looks quite delighted, until you tell him that you had to give up those dreams a couple of years ago for a more relaxing office job that allowed you to work from home more often than not.
He doesn’t pity you, which you appreciate, and hopes that your current work fulfills you in a sense that doesn’t make you regret the choice you made back then when you got pregnant. Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but you tell him that’s a chapter of your past now.
It doesn’t take them another forty minutes and you have two almost perfect snowmen standing next to each other now. The smaller one that is supposed to be your son, has one of his old scarfs wrapped around his snow-neck, a big smile on its face made by the pebbles you collected while the two of them put the snowman together.
“Mommy’s should have big eyelashes! Her eyelashes are very pretty”, he explains to Xavier, a face almost too serious to be talking about his snow-mom. But Xavier nods understandingly, looking back at you and agreeing that they are “indeed, quite pretty”, which drew a small blush to your face.
They brainstorm for a couple of minutes about how to make the vision work when you offer some thin branches that might just do it justice. Theo jumps up excitedly when he steps back to admire his work.
“What do you think, mommy?” he asks and you pick him up for a hug.
“I love it, honey. You did such a great job, thank you”, you press a kiss to his cheek and he giggles, beaming at you, “Mister Xavier is very good at making snowmen!”
Xavier looks slightly embarrassed, but he smiles gently at your son, “I had the best teacher”, he replies fondly.
-
“Are we not doing a third one for your dad?”
Your smile freezes.
Xavier looks confused, the innocent question still lingering in the air, because you don’t know how to respond to it and he hasn’t put two and two together. Now that you think about it, it’s been quite some time since you have last been asked something akin to that question.
A part of you wants to curl up into a tiny ball and disappear, the familiar fear of being judged by someone you thought to be nice, overcoming your emotions until you start to feel completely numb.
Before you can open your mouth to respond, however, your son walks up between you two, “I only need mommy”, he says almost stubbornly, taking your hand into his small one and giving it a squeeze, “And mommy only needs me, right?”
There’s a lump in your throat that makes it impossible for you to say anything without bursting into tears, so instead, you squeeze his hand back, drawing a giggle out of him that warms your heart.
Your precious little ball of sunshine.
Xavier’s eyes widen, “O-oh, um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into-”
You shake your head, swallowing that lump whole, so it can stay inside that part of you that you’re still not comfortable sharing with anyone else, “No, it’s alright. You just caught me off guard, that’s all”
You give him a smile that you hope is convincing enough and tell Theo to put some more pebbles on his snowman to represent the coat he is wearing, which he immediately dashes off to do. Your eyes follow him wherever he goes, even when you continue talking to Xavier next to you.
“I’m raising him on my own. His father and I broke it off before he was born - let alone I was able to tell him I was pregnant.”
To which you only get a small nod in response.
Maybe that was a bit too much at once.
-
“Thank you so much again for your help today, Xavier. Theo and I had a lot of fun today.”
“Sooo much fun!”, your son adds, his arms reaching up to the sky as he tip-toes to show his excitement. Xavier giggles. “I’m glad”, he responds, “I had quite a lot of fun as well. It’s been years since I’ve last made a snowman.”
“You should join us next time, too!” Theo exclaims happily, looking between you two, “We can make three snowmen together! Like a family!”
Xavier and you silently exchange looks at the words of your son, which you are sure he didn’t actually mean that way at all. Your face feels warm. Xavier’s ears are pink. Theo giggles, gloved hands covering his mouth before he dashes off cheerily, but never out of your sight.
Almost as if he wants to give you two some space to talk.
“...Would you be alright with that?” Xavier breaks the silence and you catch him looking at you when you look up to him. “W-With what?” you are pretty sure your voice just cracked from nervosity.
Xavier chuckles, “Making more snowmen next time. I can give you my number if you’d like, so you can shoot me a message when you two are free.”
Your heart makes a little jump.
Is this really alright for you to do? Are you allowed to take this hand that is reaching out to you after years of sealing off any feeling of affection that could be aimed at you, because you thought you had other priorities to take care of first?
In Xavier’s eyes you see honesty, kindness, and most important of them all: trust. Maybe it’s fine to trust this feeling just this once and see where it goes.
You had gotten your chance at spending the night with one of the five bachelors that ran Elysium.
Dawnbreaker was someone you had wanted to meet for a long time as you shared a slew of kinks, and the one you chose, well, it was just perfect for the both of you.
Now you're his patient and he's your doctor and well… Guess who hasn't been able to orgasm?
Series masterlist
tw: fem!reader, inappropriate use of medical instruments, fingering, squirting, finger sucking, gloves, a whole lot of use of doctor, medical kink.
a/n: hope you like this little piece. it was supposed to be pwp and it ended up that the w was with not without. i also hope that i did zayne justice.
wc: 7.6k
“The doctor will see you now, Miss.” Should you be impressed by the fact that Dawnbreaker actually had someone manning the front desk of his fake clinic? Or was it more about you being impressed over the fact that she wasn’t dressed like a slutty nurse but an actual ones - scrubs and all.
You had waited almost two months for this chance, and it certainly was turning out to be more well put together than you imagined. But that was what Elysium was famous for, wasn’t it?
The fact that the five men that owned it took one night lovers wasn’t uncommon, that the list was as long as a child’s Christmas list, even less so. But the care that they took into keeping up the exclusive sex club they had formed, well, that wasn’t expected of… well, men.
But that was one of the reasons that every single person who applied for an Elysium membership accepted the extensive look at their records, medical history and the steep entry fee that you could loose if you weren’t accepted. All of it turned Elysium into a club that would accept only the best of the best, and only those with an impeccable track record when it came to relationships and life.
“Good afternoon.” His voice was cool, collected, green eyes looking at you through the lenses of the glasses that perched on the tip of his nose. Dawnbreaker was a handsome man, they all were, but there was just something about the calm demeanor that did it for you. That security in his words and acts that had your core clenching before you even noticed.
Most would have called him cold and impenetrable, all you could see was someone so stable that not even an earthquake could move him if he did not wish for it.
“Good afternoon.” You smiled at him, the sight of the handsome man in a white coat did stupid things to your libido, especially when it was paired with the ensemble of a white shirt, black tie and linen vest. If any real doctors dressed like that you would love going to them a lot more than you normally did. Wouldn’t even mind paying a bit more if it meant eye candy with every visit.
Dawnbreaker rose to offer you his hand, and oh God, was he planning to kill you? The way that he re-buttoned the vest with just one hand, only to smooth the lapel of his white coat with the same one… It wasn’t fair just how attractive one man could be, and you could feel your nipples pebbling under the silk blouse you had chosen to wear.
His eyes darkened slightly, and you felt proud of your choice, after all, they were obvious through the thin fabric even if hidden to the eyes. Would he notice it was the same pretty shade as his eyes? The neckline high and tied in a bow around your neck, ties falling down and framing your peaked nipples even more.
His gaze swept lower, and there was a pleased glint to his eyes when he took notice of your skirt - black, half a size too small so it hugged you even better, following the contours of your body like a second skin. Otherwise, it was just a normal pencil skirt, and the green heels you were wearing were also sensible, easy to walk in and close toed.
If he was more fit for a runway than a doctor’s office, you were better fit to be behind the front office desk instead of the woman playing nurse.
Once the two of you had shaken hands - where you couldn’t help but notice how big his hand was compared to yours, you both sat down.
Dawnbreaker’s expression was professional, if not for the glint of arousal that you could notice in his green eyes, you would have thought that this was very much a real doctor’s appointment. But the fact was that you had both agreed on this before hand, during the communication you had kept with him by email. You knew what he liked and what he didn’t and he knew the same for you. It was the more in depth that you had gone with a partner before and it had eased any worries you had had when it came to sleeping with a stranger.
“What brings you here, Miss?” he settled some papers inside a case file and put it to the side as you started.
“It’s a bit personal.” You bit your lip, feigning bashfulness, enjoying how he zeroed on your lips, painted a soft pretty pink that would still stain. Especially if he used the gloves you asked him to. You had made sure at home that it would give the desired effect.
“You don’t have to worry, nothing will leave this room, that I can promise you.” A reassuring polite smile that had you crossing your legs just to be able to press your thighs together with more ease. You trusted Dawnbreaker, after all, there was no way that he wouldn’t be able to keep a secret when no one knew of the past or present that didn’t involve Elysium. Neither from him or from his friends.
You pressed a hand to your heart, fiddling with the ties that fell from the blouse’s bow, eyes blinking in faux embarrassment. There was no flush to your cheeks besides the soft pink of arousal. “I know, Doctor.” You loved the intake of breath that he gave, covered up by a cough that sounded weak to both your ears. “I trust you, of course.” A rehearsed breath, a nibble of your lower lip and only when his eyes went darker did you continue. “I’ve been finding it hard to reach…” a pause, next words said in a rush, so they sounded like a confession. “my orgasm.”
The way that he picked up his pen was deliberate, and so was the slowness and gentleness of his writing. As if he truly was taking notes about a medical condition and not about a woman that had agreed to be debauched by a man playing her doctor. “Tell me more. Any changes to your habits, undue stress?”
“There has been a couple of changes at work.” You were playing as close to the truth as possible, that had been one of his requests - ‘Honesty is something I value.’, he had told you in one of the emails. You had kept that in your mind, and wanted to respect his wishes as much as you possibly could. “Projects keep being accepted and we were already overworked…”
It was the reason that you had needed this whole scene. A way to turn off your brain, to accept what was given and for someone to decide for you. It was very nice that Dawnbreaker had accepted to have you for a scene, but you would have settled for any of the Dominants that made Elysium their hanging ground. He was just the one whose play style better fit with yours, especially this kind of play.
It was something you always wanted to explore, but most people went too deep into the porn route, and that broke the immersion that you wished for. But Dawnbreaker? Dawnbreaker was doing it perfectly in your mind, with attention to detail and a love for the reality of it all. You could recognize the anatomy schematics that hang in the wall behind his desk, mostly about the heart and the upper part of the body.
They were familiar to the ones you’ve seen around the clinic you worked at.
A hum of agreement as Dawnbreaker continued to write, and you almost giggled as you caught sight of his writing - Exactly like a doctor’s, up to the perfect chicken scratch that could actually be read by those who dealt with it day to day. It was funny how they all seemed to know exactly how to make it legible and yet illegible at the same time.
You could recognize a couple of words, and he was actually writing about what you were telling him, not just random scratches.
“How does that make you feel?” that led you to actually think about everything that was going on at work, you were getting overwhelmed by the amount of patients that came in asking for help.
Non-profit clinics always had their fair share of patients, but times were getting rougher for a lot of people and that meant that demand for their services had increased. Not many people volunteered and you had even less staff actually employed and paid by the donations and the few fundraisers you did through the years.
But it was your baby and you wanted to help as many people as you could.
Thing was… The lack of alone time and coming home completely spent and stressed contributed to the fact that you were so pent up. It wasn’t like you couldn’t get yourself off, it was the fact that you couldn’t turn your brain off for five fucking seconds to be able to achieve a satisfying orgasm.
And if you couldn’t get a satisfying one, you would continue to feel frustrated. And more frustration meant more stress and eventually it became a vicious cycle.
“Frustrated, tense.” You sighed and pursed your lips before leaning forward. “I’ve tried so many methods, Doctor.”
“Which methods?” he asked, pen still scribbling even as his eyes were set on your face. Not even your body, but your face, as if those would give him the best signs of your mood.
“I used my fingers at first, played with my clit.” You started, emboldened by the way that his breathing picked up, even if just slightly, by the way that he shifted in his seat. Wetness started to gather more insistently between your legs, starting to wet your underwear as you continued. “When that didn’t work, I tried to see if fucking myself with them would work.”
“How many have you used?” his tone was even, soft in the way that a doctor’s should use while seeing a patient and prompting for more information. He was really good at playing doctor, that was for sure, and the fact that he was so competent only made you more aroused.
You couldn’t wait until he actually touched you.
“Two.” You replied to him with a soft flush of your cheeks, caused by arousal but passed as bashfulness. He jotted down your answer, humming as you continued “I could almost get myself there, but it wasn’t enough.” Frustration colored your words. “And then I bought a toy, one of those rabbit vibrators…”
“You didn’t try a bullet vibrator first? Those are more indicated to beginners.” Dawnbreaker commented lightly, still taking notes, still listening intently to you. Yeah, competence was definitively a turn on for you.
“It was recommended by a friend.” Which was the truth, your very first vibe had been one of those pink cute ones, with the rabbit ears for clitoral stimulation. You had been overwhelmed the first time that you had used it - too big, too strong, too much. After a couple of experiences with partners and beginner toys, well, you had warmed up to it.
You had upgraded a year or two back to a more recent version. It still wasn’t able to give you a satisfying orgasm at this moment. But the man in front of you? Oh, by how aroused this simple play was making you… Well, you didn’t doubt that he would be able to finally make you stop thinking enough for a good orgasm.
You could have combusted when his eyes turned to you as you didn’t continue, questioning your stop. The brunt of his full attention felt like a caress on your skin, soft but insistent, prickling and making goosebumps rise on your arms.
The need to please him was immediate, that willingness you had to submit being brought to the forefront the more he looked at you. “It didn’t really work that well, I don’t know if I was the one who didn’t know how to use it, though.” Your lips parted in a soft breath, you noticed the dip of his gaze towards them. You decided to cut the wait short, eager for the play to turn into what you both needed. “I also tried with a partner.”
A questioning raise of his eyebrow, the pen stopping for a beat before returning to its even, measured scrawling. “One night stand, nice enough but I still could not climax.” The frustrated breath was real, not faked for the drama of it all or to set the scene.
It was also the truth, you had tried with two different partners after a particular hard week, the second had happened because the first hadn’t been able to properly satisfy you.
The second had been the exact same thing.
“Did you use protection?” he questioned, and even though you knew it was part of the play as you both had done brand new STD tests before agreeing on a date, you still felt like you were being underestimated.
“Of course!” a huff was given and you had to hold yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You had been the one to request the tests, though he had told you that he would have done the same, you didn’t know if it had been said just to save face. “Dental dam for oral and condoms for the penetration.”
Dawnbreaker seemed to be holding back a chuckle, his not really there smile had a tilt of amusement. If you hadn’t combusted before, you certainly felt like you were doing it right after he said. His voice was decadent, sure in each syllable that left his lips, tone pleased “Good girl.”
He had to know what he was doing, the effect that he was having on you. And if the smile he was trying to hide was anything to go by, it was a certainty that he knew, he knew and he was doing it on purpose. If you were getting this wet and nothing of note had happened yet, what would happen when he started showing you with gestures just how good he was? Just how dependable and able he was?
Would you be a melted puddle of human on the ground? Perhaps with how much you were leaking that would be exactly what you would become.
“I take health very seriously.” You gave him a smile and were very happy when it seemed that he couldn’t hold himself back from giving one in answer. You thanked God that you were alive to see such a handsome man smile in front of you, let alone that you were going to have him touch and hopefully fuck you. You bit your lip and looked at Dawnbreaker through your lashes, words coming out unsure “Am I the problem, Doctor?”
He finally put the pen down, fingers clasping together in front of his body, right in your field of vision. You had to hold yourself back from squirming. He had perfect hands, with long fingers that would be worthy of a pianist or a surgeon. They would certainly feel much better than yours. “Of course it is not.” His gaze softened “A mixture of stress and overwork can cause your body and brain to not compute when you have stopped, so they’re on a near constant state of stress and as such, they do not allow you to relax and simply feel.”
Well, yeah, you had gathered that by yourself about your lackluster orgasms, but having someone else say it, especially in such a clinical way… well, it did help more than having your own knowledge. It was an assurance that nothing was wrong even when you knew it wasn’t, it was the safety that you were missing.
“Thank you, Doctor.” Another look through your lashes that you hoped read as coy and hopeful in equal measures. “How should I proceed? I really don’t know what more to do.”
“May I do a physical exam?”
Could he do a physical exam? He more than could do a physical exam, Dawnbreaker could bend you over the desk and fuck you and you would thank him five times over. Instead, you kept yourself calm and collected outside, probably being as good as hiding your eagerness as he was at hiding his amusement. “Of course, Doctor, you know better than I do.”
Those words allowed you to breathe better, leaving the thinking to someone else, trusting someone else with the answers… Yes, that was exactly what you needed at that moment. What you were craving.
Dawnbreaker got up from his desk, and that damn buttoning of his vest as he moved around the desk was almost your undoing. You were about to get on your knees and beg for a crumb of his attention, thankfully, he stopped your lewd thoughts by speaking.
“I believe that the blockage you are experiencing is certainly mental. But at the same time, I want to check your overall physical health. You’ll allow me to do that, won’t you?”
Don’t nod like crazy, don’t nod like crazy.
A very calm and collected nod was given as you raised from your seat. “Yes, Doctor.” Oh, that pretty intake of breath from him, as if he was controlling the need to groan as you submitted to his instructions, to his will. And if you had a medical and competency kink, he certainly had one as well and seemed to enjoy being called doctor a lot, didn’t he?
Your followed Dawnbreaker towards the exam table, watching as he pulled down the paper cover to shield your body from the surface. The ease with how he did it was practiced and impressed you, made you wonder if he also worked at a clinic just like you did… It would explain the attention to detail that only a doctor would have. Though the tools could be bought with money, the expertise came from experience.
“If you could please take your clothes off, bottoms only is fine If you’re not comfortable with bring bare before me, especially as I’m a man.” His smile was soft, reassuring, caring. The perfect visage that had your fingers going to the bow, undoing it so you could start unbuttoning the blouse.
He didn’t comment about you doing it in front of him, but he also didn’t stare. Instead, even if you were the one undressing, you felt like you were the one who was paying the most attention to the other.
Dawnbreaker was looking to the side, not to give you space, though maybe that was also part of it, but to settle some tools on the small side table. You recognized a few from your internship as a gyno, but mostly you did general practice. You folded your blouse and put it on a chair that had been propped against the wall, your skirt going next even if you had to wiggle out of it.
Even if he wasn’t directly looking at you, you were sure that Dawnbreaker was watching, so you made sure to bend over as you slid your panties down your legs, grinning at the sharp intake of breath as he took sight of your bare wet core.
Hook, line, sinker.
Once you were settled on the exam table, Dawnbreaker covered your torso down to just below your cunt. A facsimile of privacy, but one of the steps of the ‘procedure’, “Thank you, Doctor.” This time he only looked at you with a raised eyebrow, having caught on to what you’ve been doing. You only smiled beatifically at him.
“Are you ready for the next steps, Miss?” he asked instead of commenting, making his way towards the side table and grabbing two blue gloves. The way he put them on was too obscene for your mental health - slow, methodical, making sure that his skin didn’t make much contact with the outside of it to keep them as clean as possible.
It was a good thing that you were naked and as such the way that your body warmed up didn’t force you to wave yourself.
Dawnbreaker returned to your side, his green eyes studied your face, fingers following the shape of your jaw before moving to your cheek. “I’m going to touch you to see how you respond to outside stimuli, is that alright?”
Those who didn’t think consent could be sexy were very wrong in your mind, or they had to have a scene with Dawnbreaker. His voice was low, his eyes intent on you as he waited for your acceptance. He wouldn’t take what wasn’t freely given and why wouldn’t you give it to someone taking such good care of you? “Of course, Doctor.”
“Thank you.” Your flush went lower now, down to your chest and he followed it with his eyes, fingers moving with care down to where it had stopped, just above your breasts. “I’m going to uncover them, alright?”
He waited until you breathed out a yes before slowly pulling the top of the sheet down to bare your breasts to him, the sensation of the fabric scrapping over your pebbled nipples had you moaning softly. Much to his delight, as you noticed his eyes glinting in satisfaction. “Do you play with your breasts when you touch yourself?”
A nod before you paused and voiced your thoughts. “If I have time, if I’m just trying to get myself off as fast as possible, I go straight for my clit.”
His tsk had you clenching around nothing, breathing picking up. “It’s always good to start slow, build up the sensation.” The gloves were colder than your skin, but quickly warming up from his hands. The touch was gentle, soft, pressed against the side of your breast so Dawnbreaker could cup it. His other hand returned to your face, trailing your lips, smearing some lipstick on the tips.
At the pink color, he stopped what he was doing to stare at it, his eyes darkening another shade. “Open up.” He didn’t need to tell you twice, your lips parting to take in two of his fingers, cheeks hollowing as you sucked on them. Part of you disappointed for the gloves as you couldn’t taste his skin, but the other part getting further aroused by the fact that he had them on. “That’s it, what a good girl for me.”
You moaned around his fingers, shiver running down your back as Dawnbreaker’s other hand finally moved, two fingers pinching your nipple lightly before he rubbed it with his thumb. He repeated the exact same thing on the other breast, his fingers pressing further inside the warmth of your mouth, fingertips breaching past your throat and making you gag around them.
It was only then that he pulled his fingers away, a string of saliva following them, connecting the two of them until it broke and fell back onto your lips and chin.
Both of you stared at the pretty pink ring that had been stamped into the blue gloves, surrounding his middle and index fingers almost kissing his knuckles, showing just just how deep they had been. “Quick gag reflex.” Dawnbreaker commented, his words light as he moved his hand down, your muscles twitching and quivering under it as it passed, even above the sheet. “That seems to be healthy.”
Healthy? You didn’t feel healthy at that moment. You felt unfulfilled and feverish, needy in a way that was too much and too little at the same time. You wanted more and needed more and yet also wished that he would slow down even more, that he would make you drift further under his control.
That he would lead as assuredly as he seemed to play the part of doctor.
He stopped just shy of where the fabric ended, the weight of his palm perfectly on top of the crest of your cunt. Your walls clenched, as if they were trying to call his touch forth, try to entice him into doing something, anything.
“May I uncover you?” he tilted his head to the side, amusement deep in his eyes as he probably saw just how worked up you were - lips swollen from his touch and shiny from your own saliva, chest heaving with every breath, nipples hard and thighs already damp from the way you were leaking for him.
“Yes, Doctor.” It was breathy and almost moaned and as you chanced a look down, you couldn’t help but groan at the sight of the bulge in his pants. At least you weren’t the only one getting worked up over the whole thing, and the sign of it made you press your thighs together.
Dawnbreaker finally slipped the sheet from your body, letting it rest folded on your middle. And the fact that he hadn’t simply taken it fully from you, only made it hotter in a way.
He groaned at the sight of your lower lips, and you couldn’t help but open your legs to allow him a better vision of just how wet he had already made you. The coil in your lower belly still wasn’t tight enough, but fuck, it was slowly starting to increase with each stare and touch of his. You moaned as his fingers finally touched your cunt, just cupping the heat of it, one finger running between the outer lips before he pulled away.
You were going to complain, but that was before you saw him bring it in front of his face. “It seems you are more than capable of becoming aroused. Good.” And for fuck’s sake, he looked you straight in the eyes as he put the finger inside his mouth, tasting your juices from his glove. Obscene, that was what he was. “Your juices also seem normal to me.”
“Really, Doctor?” you were still trying to play the coy woman, but it was starting to become harder to do so as the fire of arousal licked at your veins. Dawnbreaker hummed, breathing picking up as his fingers returned to your core.
This time, there was a circle or two of your clit, which wasn’t near enough for your greedy cunt, before he was pulling away once more. His fingers were coated with your wetness, and he pressed them to your mouth. “Open up.” You did, moaning as you tasted yourself, becoming closer and closer to just asking the damn man to fill you up. Instead, he slowly moved his fingers, thrusting in and out of your mouth, mimicking what you wanted him to do but on your core.
You shivered, tongue pressing against his fingertips, licking all the wetness that he had collected from you, it tasted sweeter than it ever had in your sexual life.
Dawnbreaker pulled his fingers out of your mind with a pop, and you chuckled as he used your skin to clean them. “Oh.” You breathed out, both of his hands coming to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling at the nubs before soothing them with soft circles.
“You respond beautifully.” His praise had you moaning, and the man grinning. Your pleasure just seemed to increase, coil pulling tighter and tighter the more he played with you. “That’s it.” His voice was perfect for this kind of play, calm, demure, a slowness that most could never replicate. He enunciated everything beautifully. “Let yourself go, focus on the feeling of your breasts being played with.”
You had never managed to cum with just breast stimulation before, it had always been nice, but not the kind of nice enough that would get you there. But now… a moaned out “Doctor” was given, your back arching as you came. It wasn’t a strong orgasm by any means, but it was still nicer than any of the ones you had tried to give yourself. It did make you hungry for more, though.
Dawnbreaker didn’t stop the rubbing of your nipples until your breathing had returned to only being heavy and not heaving. “That’s a good girl.” He praised and you arched your back again, legs opening even further, inviting him to touch you further. “It seems that your breasts have enough sensitivity on their own. That’s good.” What wasn’t good was that he wasn’t touching you properly where you wanted him to, on purpose it looked like.
“Of course, Doctor.” You glanced at his trousers and they seemed to be even tighter… It did almost break your character, you almost asked him to undo them, allow you to pleasure him. But the play wasn’t done yet, was it?
“Shall we see how your core is doing sensitivity wise, now?” you wanted to scream in frustration, throw something at his head because how dare he ask such an asinine question like that?
“Yes!” you didn’t even care that you were sounding desperate, you were desperate. Wanted to have him touching you in a way that would bring an even better orgasm, that would make the first one seem not even like an appetizer but an amuse-bouche.
There to be the very start of the meal and wet the appetite but not fulfill it.
Your next moan was loud, core made even more sensitive by the last orgasm. Your hand shot to his wrist, not having really expected the shot of pleasure that had ran up your spine. “Fuck.” You didn’t know if you wanted to stop him or pull him closer.
Ah, who were you kidding? “More, please.”
“Sensitive.” He hummed, and his touch continued to move at the same measured pace as before, your nails scrapping at the skin of his wrist. You actually whined this time when he pulled away, breathing heavy and fingers falling from his arm, and of course he gave a soft chuckle. “Just making you more comfortable, Miss.”
He was methodical and quick as he set the stirrups, and as your thighs were hoisted over them, opening you up to his gaze, you groaned. It was embarrassing in an arousing way that he could now see the way that your entrance clenched over nothing, dribbling liquid as to make his passage easier - as soon as he decided to fuck you.
Why was he taking so long? You knew that he was turned on, even if he kept looking calm and collected, and he would feel even better if he was inside of you, so why was he drawing it out? Dawnbreaker brought a small wheeled stool to where you were, sitting down and making you flush even further, hips bucking and metal creaking as you tried to bring your legs together. Fuck, you didn’t think this could get hotter.
“I’ll be examining inside of you now, Miss.”
Yeah, no, you were wrong. It could get hotter. “Yes, Doctor.” Breathy, oh so breathy, lost in your breathing as you practically panted for him. The build up was crazy, and you wished that you could do something more but he was so in control of it all… And that only made you grow wetter, coil of pleasure increasing.
You heard more than saw him squirt some lube into his fingers, and then felt the coolness of them as one finger pushed against your entrance to enter you. It wasn’t like Dawnbreaker needed the lubrication with how wet you were, but the thought that he had done it regardless was hot on itself. “Doctor.” You breathed out, looking down and regretting it immediately.
Not because he was displeased at you, of course not, but because his expression was simply divinal - half lidded green eyes that looked up at you from his glasses, cheeks flushed from arousal and mouth open. God, he seemed to have been carved by the Gods and painted by a Renassaince artist. Only the best of the best could have created this man, that was for sure.
He added a second finger, humming as he scissored them. “You stretch well.” When he was happy with that part of the exam - probably because you were panting and rocking your hips by then, second orgasm already rearing it’s head, he started feeling up your walls with the pads of his fingers.
Was he… Your moan was loud, surprised as you came around his fingers once he found just what he wanted to. You had never been able to reach your gspot with your own fingers, but once or twice you had done it with a toy. But of course he had managed to find it, and of course the feeling was something that brought you over.
A deep breath was given, your eyes closing before you were opening them again once Dawnbreaker used his other hand to draw slow circles on your clit. Your walls were still spasming from the last orgasm and he hadn’t let out the pressure on your gspot, what was he planning?
“Are you ready?” you blinked at him, once, twice.
No. “Yes, Doctor.” You breathed out.
His smile was praise enough, but the “Good girl.” That followed was even better. His fingers started to draw tighter and harder circles on your clit and it was like you were feeling shock waves running through your veins. And then his fingers started to move, not fast, but hard, even thrust in had them hitting that spot inside of you.
Your eyes rolled as the pleasure rose to impossible heights, this was the first time that someone had spent so much time just carefully trying to bring you over and the pressure that you were starting to feel in your core was too great. Your mouth opened but no sound came out, caught in your throat as you saw white. Body lighting up in a way that it never had before, almost like you were having an out of body experience.
Your thighs were shaking on the stirrups once you came back down to reality, your breathing choppy and heavy. Your walls still clenching and his fingers making a decisively obscene wet noise as they kept thrusting inside of you, drawing out your pleasure so you didn’t fall to the ground but floated down.
Only once you thought you could catch your breath did you look his way, and that only seemed to steal it away from you once more.
Dawnbreaker’s fingers had finally left you, the sleeve of his shirt damp, but what really caught your attention were the droplets that clung to the lenses of his glasses. Had you just?!
“You respond pretty well to internal and external stimuli.” Still that clinical tone, couldn’t the man just break a bit and finally fuck you? You felt like he was drawing it out this much just to torture you, wasn’t he? He had to be?
Picking up a tissue from the second level of the side table, Dawnbreaker cleaned his glasses, and you almost cried out in frustration. Why was he drawing it out so much? But begging him to fuck you would be bringing both of you out of the little scene, and you still weren’t willing to do that. You needed this and he was being perfect at it, so why stop it because you couldn’t seem to control your horniness when it came to this man?
“Then it was never my problem?” you knew it would never be your problem, but you also wanted the words to come out of his mouth, wanted to watch the small furrow of his brows as he was faced with those words.
“Of course not.” His hands moved to rub over your thighs, soothing the still twitching muscles. “You’ve orgasmed from breast, clitoral and vaginal stimulation, have you not?”
Ah, fuck it.
You bit your lip, enjoying the way he was distracted by it again, as if he didn’t know how good they could feel. “What about penetration? Would I be able to climax during it, Doctor?”
That satisfying hitch of his breathing, his movements stopping halfway as he was divesting himself of the wet gloves. His eyes were intense as he looked at you, your chin raising a bit as you tried not to smile as if you had won.
“That is the only method we haven’t tried yet.” He conceded, moving until he was by the side table, his gloves being thrown into the waste basket before he returned with what you recognized as a condom foil. You did a little victory dance inside of your mind, even if outwardly you were trying to keep yourself calm… Or as calm as your body could be after three orgasms, one of which had rocked your very own soul. “Will you be fine going through the procedure?”
Fine? Were you going to be fine? You were going to be much more than fine, that was what your body had been screaming for. What you had agreed over email during that negotiation phase. If he decided that he didn’t want to fuck you, it would be alright, but you would cry inside all the way to your home.
“Will you do the procedure, Doctor?” you asked slowly, softly. And this time, your hesitancy wasn’t fake, you were truly worried that he would simply pick up a toy and torture you with another orgasm that didn’t come from him fucking you.
“I do my utmost to please my patients, so if it is something you wish for, all you have to do is ask for it, Miss.” Oh, Dawnbreaker was diabolical, wasn’t he? Requesting something like that as if you wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Please, Doctor.” Your voice dropped, became that moaned out whine that you knew worked perfectly on men. “I want you to see if I can climax with your cock inside of me, please.”
This time, he was the one that moaned. Guttural and lower than your register, from within deep your chest. His hands were once again on your thighs, and you welcomed the weight of them, the warmth, the closeness. It would have been much better if he got rid of his trousers and fucked into you.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Shouldn’t you be the one to say that? Your mouth opened to ask, only for you to be distracted as he finally, fucking finally, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Nothing beneath them, just skin and the length that you had wanted to see since the waiting room that had been way too realistic in the best way possible. Since your own anatomy lessons, and since you had first seen a dick in real life, you had never thought you would have found them to be attractive.
They were just there, and they kind of felt nice inside of you if the person knew how to use it, but it wasn’t something stupidly attractive. You were starting to think that he had put a spell on you for you to think that yeah, maybe his dick was attractive. Maybe it was the way that it curved upward just slightly, or the way that his fingers grabbed at the base and made it seem… Well, easy to take.
Having into account he had made you squirt, you didn’t think you would have any troubles taking him inside of you, that was for certain.
Dawnbreaker broke the condom foil and took it out, and you weren’t sure if you found it attractive because it was him or because he was finally going to fuck you. Probably a little bit of both. He gave a couple of cursory pumps of his hand once the condom was perfectly placed, and if your thighs weren’t spread by the stirrups and you could easily reach for him, you would have been the one to do it.
Perhaps even lean forward to taste the latex the same way you had tasted his gloves.
“Are you ready?” he set himself between your thighs, adjusting the position of the metal holders so you were better spread for him.
You wanted to tell him that you had been ready for the last half hour, but that would be breaking immersion and you didn’t wish for that to happen now that he was finally moving his cock to rub between your lower lips, earning a moan out of you. “Yes, Doctor.”
Your breath hitched at the first breach. He wasn’t the thickest you had taken, but he was still very sizable, stretching you more than his fingers had. But with how relaxed and wet you were, it felt really good. He pushed into you the same way that he had done everything up until then - slow, methodical, searching your face for the tell of where it felt the best.
Your breathing only returned when he bottomed out, making you feel so fucking full and pleased that you felt overwhelmed. He was perfect in every way, fit inside you so fucking beautifully. And by the way that he was breathing, it seemed that he also enjoyed being inside of you.
It seemed that soon, both of you were breathing in sync, pants and groans mixing as Dawnbreaker pulled his hips back only to thrust them again. His hands moved to clutch at your middle, giving himself a better hold so he could increase the force behind his thrusts.
And the angle with which he fucked you, making sure that his cock scrapped over that spongy spot inside of you that he had found earlier. The coil of pleasure started to tighten up again, and as his thrusts quickened, his hand fell down on your clit, earning out a chocked out groan from you. He did it again, bringing tears of pleasure to your eyes, your walls clenching around him, once, twice and then you were cumming, seeing white once more.
“Good girl.” Dawnbreaker said, his cock still moving in and out of you, his body starting to lean forward, hands moving to the exam table, the sound of the metal loud in your ears but still not enough to drown out the wet sounds of your coupling. “But I know you can do better than that, can’t you?”
Was he expecting you to answer? You still hadn’t come down from your last orgasm and another was already building, hiccuped sobs of pleasure leaving your lips as the coil started once again. And it felt just like your third orgasm, that pressure on your navel.
“Yes, that’s it.” He hummed, fingers finding your clit again to rub it hard and quickly, his thrusts becoming ruthless in their speed and intensity as he chased his own orgasm. “You’re doing so good. You just need to give me one more, c’mon.”
And who were you if not someone who wanted to please the good doctor? His hips shifted just enough that his next thrust in zeroed on your gspot and you were a goner. For the first time in a whole while, you came with a scream, your fingers grabbing onto the first thing that they found at the overwhelming feeling. This time you could feel the wetness that gushed from you with the white hot pleasure.
You honestly must have blacked out for a couple of seconds, or your brain had been so lost in your orgasm that you hadn’t even registered when he came, only when he pulled out. Your legs felt like jelly and you were so glad for those fucking stirrups because you didn’t believe you would have been able to keep them from falling down boneless.
Dawnbreaker’s clothes had a round wet patch that was slowly growing as the fabric slowly absorbed more of your juices. It was hotter than you thought it would be, even as you wondered if he wasn’t uncomfortable - not that you had any energy left to care for his comfort.
You needed a bath and a ten hour nap. Good thing you had done this during your long weekend. If you had to work in the morning you didn’t think that you would have been a very good doctor.
“Here.” Dawnbreaker offered you a bottle of water. “You have to replenish your fluids.” Having into account you had squirted not once but twice? Yes, you did.
“Thank you.” Your voice was shot, one more reason for you to be thankful for the two off days you still would have. You downed half the bottle in one go, watching as he picked up a towel. You thought he was going to try and dry himself as much as possible, but instead, he cleaned you up first, being careful with your now overly sensitive cunt.
“How are you feeling?” he had taken his glasses off, put them to the side while you were still out of it probably.
“Great.” Which didn’t even properly cover it. You hadn’t been this well spent for ages, and the orgasms… fuck, the orgasms had been the best ones you had… ever. “Thank you for this experience.”
You smiled at each other, Dawnbreaker being careful as he took your still jellified legs from the stirrups and moved them so they weren’t in the way. “I would like to thank you too. It was a very enjoyable experience.”
“Hm, would be better with a change of clothes, no?” you nodded at the wet patches, making him chuckle and your smile brighten. You really liked to make him happy, didn’t you? But after the fucking fantastic hour or so? How could you not?
Heck, Dawnbreaker had even fucked up your motor skills. Hopefully not for long because you did have to walk upstairs to call an Uber. “I do have one, and a shower available. Would you like to take one?”
Who were you to say no? “I’d love to.” His smile was all the answer you needed.
I've NEVER written fanfiction before, but I've been re-watching Call the Midwife lately and couldn't help but imagine how you'd bring your baby into the world with the LIs.
CW: mentions of birth, pregnancy, mention of baby making, medical jargon, bodily fluids, angst and happy endings.
IMPORTANT CONTEXT: a full term pregnancy is 40 weeks
Rafayel:
Rafayel once told you that when ancient Lemuria thrived, birth was a painless process. Seemingly magic medicine could relieve labor pain entirely. Women relaxed while midwives delivered babies at a leisurely pace. There was no stress or screaming needed. Most importantly, a Lemurian baby taking its first breath underwater was a sacred rite that represented the cycle of life and the soul’s eventual return to the sea. Since the fall of Lemuria, many of Rafayel’s brethren had fled to land, mixing with humans and giving birth the “dry” way (you couldn’t help but giggle at Rafayel’s use of the word “dry”).
You wouldn't be the first human to have a baby with a Lemurian, but you would be the first to become pregnant by the God of the Sea and live to tell the tale. The thought of your baby losing touch with her Lemurian roots made her heart ache, especially when your beloved Rafayel had such a strong bond with the sea. Your baby’s birth represented new hope for the Lemurian people that the legacy of the Sea God would live on. You wanted to bring her into the world the most Lemurian way possible.
Rafayel let you plan what you wanted- after all, who was he to tell you how you should go about your own labor? Plans were made for you to have a home water birth attended by Aunt Talia. According to Rafayel, Aunt Talia had delivered more babies than there were fish in the sea. A water birth ensured that your baby would breathe its first breath underwater (even if it wasn’t technically seawater). Afterwards, you and Rafayel would bring your baby to the sea to be baptised in the waves.
When the time came for you to give birth, you’d realized you’d been naive in your expectations. The agony of your first birth was killing you. The magical Lemurian medicine of years past was impossible to make now, so you had to go "all natural." No epidural. Nothing. It was just you, the warm, sterile bathwater, and the painful passing of time. Thankfully, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl. But…after pushing for hours upon hours, there would be no family trip to the ocean that day. Maybe after a long, well-deserved nap.
Sylus:
The plan was that you would give birth at Linkon's top obstetrics hospital. A true state-of-the-art facility outfitted with entire birthing suites, several ORs, and the world's top anesthesiologists ready to provide your epidural. The OB set to deliver your baby had been personally vetted by the Onichynus leader himself. Your child would be born into a clean, pristine, beautiful world that Sylus never had growing up. He refused to have it any other way. However, when your baby decided it was time to enter the world, there was no stopping her. Your labor progressed so quickly that by the time you stopped being in denial and admitted you were having contractions, your water had already broken. You’d secretly hoped the stress of your labor would put a crack in Sylus’ infuriatingly calm and cool demeanor, but your hopes were dashed. Without a second thought, Sylus picked you up and tossed you (gently) into the fastest car he owned. Getting to the hospital was like participating in a street race you hadn’t signed up for. You counted Sylus’ numerous traffic violations as a way to distract yourself from the contractions.
Despite Sylus’ heroic efforts, just as he's pressing on the breaks to stop in front of the hospital, your daughter makes her grand entrance...right on the car's leather seats. The speed and adrenaline of her arrival was only befitting of Sylus' baby. The world operated on her terms now.
Afterwards, Sylus would tear out a piece of the ruined car seat and insist you put it in your baby album. You try telling him that’s gross, but he won’t have it. He insists it’s treasure he wants to keep forever. Also, did you keep a piece of your umbilical cord? He wants to keep that too.
Xavier: this hits different after his main story update :(
You two were definitely NOT trying for a baby. Xavier had always thought it impossible for him to get you pregnant. Philosians were evolved from humans. They were an entirely different species with similar, but different, DNA. So, his DNA shouldn't be able to mix with yours and make a baby, right? Wrong. Against all odds, something half-Philosian, the first of its kind, was growing in your womb. If you hadn't recovered the memories of your future life on Philos yet, then Xavier would be forced to show his hand. How else was he going to explain why your pregnancy was so unusual?
Xavier had been accompanied by a doctor on his backtracking mission from Philos. Thankfully, the doctor was still alive and willing to take on your case. Since Philosians are an undying race, they age at a fraction of the rate of humans. Naturally, their pregnancies progress slowly as well. According to your backtracker doctor, women on Philos aren't pregnant for 9 months...it's more like 9 years before they reach full term. The news makes you want to faint. Will you have to wait nine years to meet your baby? Will you really have to experience 9 years of nausea, back pain, and heartburn before it's all over? Your doctor's primary concern is that since you are human, your body will want to birth your baby before your baby is large enough to live outside of you.
At six months gestation, you're still flat as a board. At 12 months, you have a cute little bump. At 18 months, you finally look like an actual pregnant woman. At 22 months, there were no signs that your little alien would depart from your uterus' solar system soon. Xavier didn't like that you called your growing son an alien baby, but you thought it was cute. Your knew your little alien would come when he was ready.
When the time finally came, you calmly went to the hospital and experienced a 72-hour labor that ended with a c-section attended by your backtracker doctor. Why a c-section? Apparently, your baby just stopped coming down the birth canal. It was as if…he fell asleep in there, on the most important day of his life. In reality, your uterine contractions just weren't strong enough to push him out. You like to joke that your uterus fell asleep too.
Caleb:
An unexpected rip in the deepspace tunnel shuts Skyhaven down when you're 36 weeks along. During the day when Caleb is at work, you're barely allowed to leave the apartment. As soon as an evacuation route is secured, you'll be moved out of Skyhaven to a safe hospital in Linkon. The thought of giving birth on Linkon while Caleb is obligated to stay behind in Skyhaven tears your heart in two. So far, there are no signs that you're moving into labor. That is...until one fateful night just three days after the lock down has begun. A thunderstorm rages outside, caused by a particularly deadly species of wanderer swarming the Skyhaven gates. It's chaos outside and inside your womb. Contractions have started. You wonder if maybe the wanderers' metaflux is what triggered your early labor. Or...maybe your baby also couldn't stand the thought of being born into the world away from dad. You try your best to hold out until Caleb gets home, but the contractions are getting worse. You tap out and let him know that the baby's coming. When he arrives at the apartment, you're on your hands and knees in your marital bed, cursing the day you indulged his fantasies of growing your family. He tries coaxing you out of bed- he says he'll carry you bridal style to the infirmary, where the medical staff can deliver the baby. But you can't leave now. You're pretty sure you feel the baby's head crowning. That's how you end up on your back with Caleb pulling the infant out of you himself. It's fitting that Caleb would be the one to deliver your baby. As long as you can remember, it's just been the two of you against the world. You've only ever needed him. Now, it's the three of you against the world. Thankfully, a medical unit is rapping on the front door before the afterbirth comes.
Zayne:
Birth is something that no one can control. Babies come when and how they want. Not Zayne’s baby, though. Linkon’s top cardiac surgeon pulled every string he could to master the fate of your pregnancy. Since being your husband and the baby’s father created a conflict of interest, he (temporarily) resigned as your primary care doctor and installed Dr. Noah in his stead. At your first OB appointment, you discovered Dr. Noah had attentively called ahead of your arrival to provide a professional consult regarding your heart condition. You would only carry your baby to 36 weeks maximum, at which point a c-section would be carried out. The risks of third trimester heart failure were too much for Dr. Zayne Li’s nerves. You and the baby would stay in the hospital for a few days for observation afterwards.
And that’s exactly what happened. A cold, sterile OR wasn’t everyone’s idea of a happy place to have a baby, but you’d learned to love the cold. Your c-section went off without a hitch. Seeing you hold your baby for the first time, Zayne had a realization. Zayne once believed his only purpose as a doctor was to find a cure for your heart condition. Over the course of his career, Zayne’s tireless efforts earned him many favors- favors attached to the strings he’d pull to make sure your baby was brought safely into the world.
(Zayne's portion of his drabble is shorter than the other LIs by his own design. I just don't think he'd allow anything to happen to you that could be written about, lol)
tags: caleb x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, xavier x reader, zayne x reader, established relationship, angsty, hurt/comfort
//cw: disordered thinking, self-harming behavior, depictions of mental illness(mainly anxiety and depression), disordered eating, disordered sleeping, suggestive dialogue, self-endangerment\\
summary: how the LADS guys react and respond to self-destructive tendencies/behavior (wc. 4.2k)
a/n: I wasn't sure if the contents count for 18+. Please look at the content warnings and proceed with caution as the subject materials addressed here are mature in nature and can be very upsetting.
Please know that while mental health struggles can be horrible and exhausting that there is always help available. That doesn't mean it'll be easy or immediate, but it does get better.
Here is a useful place to get started if you are looking for help: Mental Health Resources | Mental Health | CDC
Caleb is absolutely ready to prepare you your favorite meal, eager really, since he feels guilty over his growing absence due to colonel responsibilities. He hums to himself as he opens the fridge, only to stand there in complete surprise because your fridge has a water filter and a single apple. The emptiness twists his stomach and he shuts it, opening the freezer. There’s a few quarter full ice cream pints. He shuts the freezer and stands in the kitchen with his arms crossed.
That’s okay, he tells himself, it can be a double surprise. He heads off to the market to restock your fridge. He still manages to beat you back to the apartment, unpacking and washing groceries when you come home. Caleb spins into your line of sight, flourishing the apron he wore to entice you. You chuckle a little but your gaze is stuck on the pile of groceries on the kitchen counter. Caleb moves to take off your coat, pecking your cheek as he does.
“I’m making your favorite and figured I should do a little restock while at the market. How was work?”
“Good. Work was good.” You catch him by the elbow before he can walk back into the kitchen. “I actually wanted to watch a movie and head to bed early tonight. I’m not really hungry. Let’s just snuggle, hmm?”
Caleb nods and smiles, but his eyes track every inch of your body. “You go ahead and wash up while I put the groceries away. Then we’re two bugs in a rug.”
You laugh, the sound real.
But in the morning you skip breakfast. Caleb hardly sleeps in and when he does, it’s typically because he’s in your arms. When you fly out of bed, jump into new clothes, and dash out the door, he’s still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He gets up and wanders out of the bedroom to frown at the empty kitchen.
He calls to no one, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
He relieves stress by prepping every ingredient he purchased. When you return home he has an irresistible soup simmering on the stove. Before he can offer any to you, you’re ladling some into a bowl for him and yourself. You take a few hurried bites and then sit back on the kitchen stool with an uneasy sigh.
Caleb knows what’s wrong without you saying anything and the tension slips into his voice, “You’re nauseous because you haven’t eaten.”
You drag your spoon through the soup and refuse to meet his eyes. “No, I just haven’t been feeling well lately…” You push the bowl away. “Thank you for making dinner, I’m gonna wash up.”
“You need to eat.” The sternness in his voice makes you flinch and a wave of guilt hits him hard. “I-” He purses his lips and takes in a breath, offering his hands to you. He keeps his voice gentle, “Why don’t you just try for a few more bites, hm? I promise it’ll feel better.”
You look at him and Caleb’s heart settles. He’s about to relax when you stand and leave, whispering over your shoulder, “I said I’m not hungry.”
That night Caleb startles awake to you coughing. He feels along the slight dip in the bed where you should be and feels nothing. He gets out of bed very quietly and peeks out the door, pausing when he sees the stove light is on. He leans a little further out of the doorway and sees you hovering over the sink, hurriedly eating and breaking to cough. Your grip on the counter is tight and he can see the tension in your back and shoulders.
Caleb bites down on his lip to keep it from shaking and parts from the doorway in immense pain. He quietly calls out your name and you startle as if an explosion went off. You look back at him and instantly start crying. He goes to hug you and you push him away before hiding your face in your hands.
“Don’t!” Your voice stings your own ears and you sigh in defeat, letting Caleb hold you. “I really wasn’t hungry… and then I was and I-” You bite down hard on your cheek, sick of crying. “I don’t want to bother you. Please just go back to bed.”
Caleb rubs your back and strikes down a flurry of responses in exchange for a gentle, “I’ll heat up a bowl of soup, okay? And I’ll go back to bed and when you’re done, I’ll be there.” He hesitates before adding, “When you’re ready, we’ll talk, but that’s later. For now, just have some soup.”
🫧RAFAYEL🫧
Rafayel takes a long look at you slumped sideways in the passenger seat of his car. He’d already done a few laps around the block, but at this rate you were going to be late to your meeting. He clears his throat and all that happens is a soft rumble of a snore escapes you. Finally, he builds up the courage and gently shakes your shoulder. You jolt to life, knees knocking against the car and hands flailing.
“Tired, cutie?”
“Crap, yeah, sorry.” You curse again when you see the time and give Rafayel a kiss on the cheek before scrambling out of the car.
That night he’s sure you're asleep when he stops painting to find a snack, but he passes by the bedroom and sees the eerie glow of your cellphone. He stops for a moment and watches you, the colors from the screen shining onto your face. He knocks on the door, a little rapping sound. You startle, the phone falling onto your face. Rafayel winces and runs over, half apologizing and half laughing.
“It’s late.” He sits by your side and pats your back. “You really need to sleep.”
You smile at him, wrapping a hand around his wrist and tugging him into a kiss. He kisses back, but you sense the reservation and pull back with a frown. “C’mon, Raf. Just a little?”
He puts a finger on your lip and smiles. “Tomorrow morning, after you’ve slept.”
You pout and whine, “Rafayel.”
He almost caves looking at you, so perfect in his arms. But he knows the only sleep you’ve gotten was that nap in the car. He kisses your shoulder. “We can have all the fun in the world once you’ve slept.”
You groan and turn your back to him. He sees you aren’t pouting anymore when you pull out your phone and the screen lights your face.
“Hey…” Rafayel drapes over you, but you ignore him. “Cutie?”
“Just go back to painting, Rafayel.”
Rafayel doesn’t feel the normal rush of a challenge, instead only a glimmer of irritation and a slap of hurt. He keeps his voice cheery, “It’s time for bed-”
“Am I a child?” You snap, looking up at him with a glare he’s never seen before.
He sits straight, his hands leaving you. He swallows hard and laughs, the sound comes out nervous. “Are you upset with me?”
“No.”
He tilts, trying to get a better look at your face. “Is something wrong?”
You sigh, pointedly rolling your eyes and another flash of hurt goes through him, which he chides himself for. Clearly, you’re in a bad mood. Usually, you’re in a bad mood with him, not at him and a strange sort of distance cleaves between you.
He says your name again and the sound is serious this time. “When’s the last time you slept?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does.”
He waits for you to look at him and after a while you. In that very moment he sees it, the dark circles under your eyes, the redness surrounding your iris, and the dryness of your lips. The frustration he felt is out the door. Last time he saw you like this, you didn’t sleep until you passed out. He lost his voice yelling at you and you didn’t look at him head on for a month.
“You need to sleep.” His voice trembles and he coughs to hide it. “I’m serious.”
“I will, lay off.”
“I will not. How long has it been? Not napping but actual sleep. Two days?” He shakes your elbow gently. “Three?” He feels the color drain from his face because he can’t remember the last time he saw you actually sleeping. “More-?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m tired, okay?” Your voice is rushed and he sees the nerves in your eyes.
He’s caught you and his voice is low when he asks, “How many days?”
“I don’t know.” You sit up, phone left behind on the bed and squint through the dark to try to see Rafayel’s face. “I don’t know. I’m just not tired, okay? I really did try and then I got frustrated and I’m sure it’ll happen again because I slept in the car and I just have to wait for it.”
“You can’t keep doing this.”
“What do you want me to do?” You flinch at your own voice, shocked at yourself for yelling. “I can’t just promise you I’ll sleep and go to bed, it doesn’t work like that.”
“That’s not what I’m asking for.”
“Well, I’m obviously trying, okay? It's just not working.” You lay back down with a huff and pull at your hair, which Rafayel instantly stops you from doing. “Nothing’s working!”
“Then we try again.” Rafayel holds your hands still in his own and when he speaks, you can’t help but believe him. “We try until it works.”
☾SYLUS☾
Sylus is a short distance away from you, following your zig zag lines as your motorcycle revs and speeds through the street. It’s exactly the sort of area to speed in and is exactly where he told you not to go. He knows you can hear him in your earpiece.
“Turn around.” He brakes hard, pulling over to the sidewalk when the line clicks and takes off his helmet to shout, “Turn around!”
And you do, in the worst way possible, motorcycle spinning out under you. You fall to one side and the motorcycle flies the other way. A car instantly crushing it and Sylus’s evol is lashing out to shield you before he can even process the danger you’re in. Tires screech and vehicles swerve to avoid the mass. He’s by your side in a second, grabbing you by the shoulder and dragging you to the sidewalk.
“What was that?” He knows his voice is raised, but his ears are ringing so loud he can’t hear himself. “You know how to ride. I know you know how to ride. What were you thinking?”
You take the helmet off, laughing and try to take Sylus’s hand. He steps away from you, his gaze intense and chest quickly moving up and down. You sigh and cross your arms.
“I was having fun and made a mistake. No biggie.”
He points across the way at the crushed bike. “I think it is a rather big deal, actually.”
You shift your weight and can’t hide the wince. In that second, a tingly sensation climbs through your entire body and when you blink, you're in Sylus’s office. He sits you down on the couch and hurries to pull out the first aid kit. You go to stand and he glares at you, actually glares at you and you stop dead in your tracks.
You accuse, “You’re overreacting.”
“You’re hurt.” His jaw tenses and his finger brush against your riding boots. You gasp when he takes off your boot. The words fall from his lips, quiet and afraid. “You could have died.”
“I didn’t.” You reply simply, hands turned to fists to keep from reacting as he pulls up your pant leg. The scrape is worse than you thought but the sight of it makes your heart beat with dual fear and excitement.
Sylus’s hands continue to move, cleaning the wound and applying ointment. After a minute, he chokes out, “Did you want to?”
You jolt back, hissing in a breath when your leg knocks against Sylus’s hands. You look at him, wide eyed and hurt, but he sees you. His already pale face almost turns gray and he moves back on the touch, putting his head in his hands.
“Wait, Sylus-”
“Is that what tonight was? When you said you wanted to go for a ride? What about yesterday when we blew up that mansion? When we were down at the shooting range the day before?” He raises his head and his eyes are almost crazed, his entire body shaking. “Don’t you dare use me to hurt yourself.”
“It’s not like that.” You can’t even convince yourself and shame slams into you.
You rush off the couch and Sylus grabs you only long enough to stop you from leaving. When his hand leaves your wrist you shiver from the cold that washes around you. Your back is to him.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere else.” But you don’t move. You feel if you take another step you’ll suddenly break into a million pieces.
“What are you going to do?”
Your voice shakes, “I don’t know.” You take a deep breath and shrink into yourself. “C-can you hold me?”
He sweeps you off your feet, cradling you in his arms. You bury your face into his neck and try to keep your breathing even. Sylus feels your body tense and breath hitch.
“Hold onto me.” When you don’t move, he repeats, “Hold onto me.”
You do, squeezing him the way you used to do to your stuffed animals. The shame you were choking on turns to fear- bright and haunting. You hold Sylus so tight he strains to breathe. Then you let him go, your shaking gone in a single second to limpness and you can’t get yourself to move because what were you thinking? What did you just do?
Before you can spiral, Sylus grabs onto you just as tight. He calls out your name and the sound swirls strangely into your head. “Breathe.”
You do, with a sputtering cough. Sylus is everywhere and you melt into him with a blubbery sob. All you can see is the crumbled motorcycle you left behind in the street. And some part of you wonders how it would have felt to have gone with it.
You choke out, “Don’t let go of me.”
“I won’t.” Sylus’s grip remains strong, permanent. “I’m right here.”
✦XAVIER✦
Xavier can’t stop himself from staring at your forearm. He saw the bandage during training and though he saw you get the injury -took you to the medical clinic himself- his alarms were raised. It’s been a week. At your typical healing pace, the bandage shouldn’t be so big or require so many changes. He feels like throwing up, he feels like some possessive asshole, but he stays hidden in the doorway to your bedroom and watches you anyway.
You peel back the bandage and all Xavier can do is stare. The wound is healing fine, but around it are bruises and half moon scratches. He gulps and feels himself start to shake as you grab your arm and squeeze. You hand lines up with the marks. Under your fingernails, skin breaks. Xavier knows in that moment he is utterly helpless and a spark of sudden fear lights in his chest. He pushes the door open and you jump, immediately turning to hide your arm.
“Xavier-”
“What are you feeling right now?” His voice is eerie calm, he doesn’t move any closer to you and there is a mask up that turns his eyes blank and watchful.
There’s a lump in your throat, embarrassment, shame, and a thousand other things that you can’t speak around except to manage a small, “I’m sorry.”
Xavier shakes his head and repeats, “What are you feeling right now?” When you remain shaking and silent, he continues. “I need to know how you’re feeling so I can figure out how to help.”
His calmness which soothes you scares you now and you stutter, “I don’t know! There’s something wrong with me, Xavier. I- I need this.”
“Can you… can you explain it to me?” His mask slips, his nerves tumbling forward and suddenly he’s appearing at your side, hands hovering. “Can I hug you?” You nod and he takes you tenderly in his arms, breathing deeply into your hair. He softly requests, “Just try to tell me.”
“I have problems and- Xavier, I can’t do this.” His hold loosens on you but you grip him tightly. “You’ll think I’m disgusting.”
“You aren’t.” He rubs your back, taps the same pace you use on him for his panic attacks. “You’re just in a rough spot… This isn’t the first time, is it?” His voice breaks and he lets himself sink into you. “What usually happens?”
You shake your head, match your breathing to his. “I change to weekly sessions.”
“What else?”
The two of you stand that way for a long time while you think. Xavier is thinking too, thinking of all the signs he missed, of how long he waited, of how he let his fear stop him. He wants to be angry, at himself, or you, or the situation. But any chance of that fiery shield is gone. All that’s left is an insistence that he handles this correctly. That he doesn’t scare you or make you feel worse.
He has no idea what he’s doing when he repeats, “Weekly sessions. What else?”
You don’t remember how or when, but you’re on the bed, Xavier’s body like an assuring weighted blanket. It feels better not having to say it to his face. “Medication changes.” You reach over and run a hand through his hair and count the steady beats of his heart. “Building a schedule. Group meetings. No drinking. No overtime.”
“And what can you do instead?”
You close your eyes. Xavier shifts in your silence, adjusting his hold on your hand. “I go for a walk. I… I do a coloring page or journal. I talk to you. I listen to people. I sing something. I read my favorite book.” You take a deep breath, breaking the pattern you’ve followed. “Xavier, have you ever felt this way?”
“Yes.” His head raises from your chest and you look down, startled at the answer. “Many times.”
Your voice is small, “What do you do?”
“I keep myself busy.” His head settles back and you turn your attention to the ceiling. “I train. One time I got a pet fish… I talk to you.”
“How did you stop?”
“I got scared of ruining things. Of failing people.” He pauses and thinks and finds himself surprised to say, “I stopped holding back. Started doing the things I wanted to.”
“Do you think that’ll ever work for me?”
“I don’t know. But we have to try.”
❄ZAYNE❄
Zayne pauses before shutting his car door, his attention captured by you in the window, reading a book. He looks down at his watch, 7pm. When he enters the house, he does so almost sneakily, his movement quick and quiet. He walks to the living room and stands there, waiting for you to notice him. You flip a page and he clears his throat.
“You’re home early.” You give him a smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.
Zayne nods and sets his coat on the arm of the couch before sitting beside you. You scoot closer to the other arm of the couch, away from him, but set your book down and give him your attention.
He asks, his eyes desperately searching yours, “Everything okay? I thought you had a dinner with some friends tonight?”
You nod and he knows you can tell he’s nervous because you stretch out your legs and settle them over his lap as if to placate him. “I just didn’t feel like going out tonight.”
He lays his head back as if to nap, but keeps an eye on you. Your breathing is quick but movements are slow, turning the pages in your book at an uneven pace. As if you aren’t reading at all. Zayne shift slightly to get a better look at your face and discovers you are, indeed, not reading. Your eyes are blank and unfocused. They do not move as you turn another page.
Zayne swallows and looks away before casually repeating, “Everything okay?”
You snap your book closed and stand from the couch, walking out the door with a quiet, “I forgot something at home.”
Zayne doesn’t follow you or say anything else, in fact he is frozen until his phone buzzes. You’ve texted an apology and that you made it home safely. You say you’ll be in a better mood the next day. Zayne clears his throat and looks around the empty living room, now darkened from the setting sun.
The first thing he does is consult your safety plan. Most of the time, its in a file in his office, but in times like this, he keeps it secured to his notebook, which is filled with notes. Pulling the notebook out fills him with dread and loneliness, as well as a terrible fear that you’ll hate him for it. You’ve looked at the notebook before, on one of your better days and he assured you it’s always open to you. There are some signs he knows you'll never write down, either from embarrassment or denial. Those are the ones he needs to keep an eye out for. There have been times you’ve thanked his efforts and times where they just make you scream nothing is going to work. The pit in Zayne’s stomach tells him this might be one of those times that make him feel useless.
Then, he looks online for events near your apartment. He finds the perfect one, a book shop having a special clearance week. He pushes his own fear and frustration aside, heading to your apartment. He sends a text, knowing it’ll always go better than a call. In a few minutes you’re rushing out of the lobby. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It’s not that you look happy necessarily, but he can see the pleasant surprise through your every movement as you walk to his car.
He leans over and opens the door for you, and smiles when you greet, “Thank you for thinking of me. I actually saw the flyer a week ago but couldn’t convince myself to go.” You pause and your eyes scan his face with a watchful nervousness. “Really, thanks.”
“Of course.” He keeps one hand available to you, which you slowly grab and interlock fingers with.
At the book store, he gives you ample space, close when you need him and nearby when you don’t. He finds books he knows you’ve been looking for and collects them for you. After, you shyly invite him up to your apartment as if it’s back when you first started dating. He is at once relieved and disappointed in his relief. You notice his briefcase when he takes it up with him, but don’t say anything until you’re behind closed doors.
“I appreciate you taking me out.” You’re smiling but your hands are twisting, glued to the briefcase. Zayne sets it down and pulls out the notebook, tensing when you huff. “It isn’t like that!”
He says your name very softly, slightly turned from you, but you can’t see the cue with all the thoughts rushing through your head. “I’ve been doing well! Like really well. I can cancel a dinner, it’s not the end of the world.”
He sets the notebook in the counter between the two of you and you step away from it. He asks in a voice so fragile you’re instantly afraid of breaking him, “Have you been taking your medication?”
“I-” You swallow hard and Zayne sighs, rubbing at his face. “I just said I was feeling better!”
“The medication makes you feel better, that’s why you need to take it everyday, not just wait until you feel bad.” He sees the panic in your eyes and feels it creeping into him. “How long were you alone in my house?”
You scoff, pushing anger in front of your fear, “What? I can’t be at your house now?”
“You only do that when you don’t feel safe. We have a plan for a reason, we’re honest with each other for a reason.” Zayne keeps his voice steady but the situation gnaws at him. “You’re scared and I can’t sit back doing nothing. It’s not who I am, it’s not what you deserve.”
It’s as if someone poured a bucket of water on you. Your shoulders sag and you physically stagger toward him. He catches you and holds you, even when you turn away from him. After a few seconds, he feels your breathing even out and you hesitantly wrap your arms around him.
“How do you always know?” Your voice is muffled in his chest and he knows it will be a while before you can look at him.
Zayne isn’t any less afraid, but he holds the two of you steady and that fact he is able to do so makes him feel a little better. “Because it’s you and me.”
