#strohl x reader

[words-of-a-pyt]

Am I the only one who never liked using "Y/N" in fanfics?

I mean, I know it literally stands for "Your Name" but IDK IT ALWAYS BROKE THE IMMERSION FOR ME😭 So me, I found ways to write around it.

"He passed Y/N the cup." ❌️

"He passed you the cup." ✅️

Another example being...

"I did it because I love you, Y/N" ❌️

"It was always you. Everything was for you. My heart, belongs to you."✅️

This is not me saying this is THE RIGHT WAY to write fanfics. This is just my opinion, and writing style.

I also REALLY REFUSE to use it because of this fucker😭

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: Boot Kink ༄ Levi Ackerman

@ghoularaki

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: Lingerie ༄ Character TBA

@kandyshoppeafterdark

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: Virginity Loss ༄ Sylus

@vividly-vermillion

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: Biting ༄ Dabi

@sinfessionsofalittledoll

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: Orgasm Control ༄ Yuki Tsumoko

@eliza-and-her-monsters

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: Hextrap ༄ Sevika

@jellyfishsart

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: Sensory Deprivation ༄ Satoru Gojo

@princesa-querida

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: Webcam ༄ Tomura Shigaraki

@deadhands69

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: Bondage ༄ Strohl

@honeyglazedfaun

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: Punishment ༄ Eren Jaeger

@d33pwithinmys0ul

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: Public Sex ༄ Erwin Smith

@alt--er--love

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: Hunter/Prey ༄ Jabber Wonger

@hayatoseyepatch

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: Sex Pollen ༄ Katsuki Bakugo

@kawasukii

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: Kink TBA ༄ Bro Santa

@kenpachisbrat

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: Monster Fucking ༄ Ryomen Sukuna

@ghoularaki

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔: Hybrid/Breeding ༄ Dan Heng

@hayatoseyepatch

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: Pet Play ༄ Ryomen Sukuna

@uzurimisery

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: Kink TBA ༄ Character TBA

@hojoslutoru

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: Pegging ༄ Keigo Takami (Hawks)

@awksrambles

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎: Hybrid ༄ Narumi Gen

@ryzheling

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: Monsterfucking ༄ Tomura Shigaraki

@deadhands69

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: Mask Kink ༄ Character TBA

@sinfessionsofalittledoll

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: Choking ༄ Enjin

@vividly-vermillion

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: Lactation ༄ Kyojuro Rengoku

@forest-hashira

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓: Double Penetration ༄ Eren Jaeger/Jean Kirstein

@d33pwithinmys0ul

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔: Aphrodisiac ༄ Varka

@ryzheling

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: Shibari ༄ Jabber Wonger

@jellyfishsart

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: Lactation ༄ Phainon

@reonaissance

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: Kink TBA ༄ Character TBA

@hojoslutoru

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: Orgasm Control ༄ Character TBA

@scary-grace

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: Medical play ༄ Shoko Ieiri

@eliza-and-her-monsters

[khys-treasure-box]

AN: I know I don't have Metaphor on my fandom list or anything yet, but GOOD GOD I needed to yap about Strohl so bad. I was on the verge of internally combusting before I started writing this, I swear it. I need to talk about this man. He's completely taken over my brain. No thoughts, just Strohl. Also, I am so sorry that this is somehow my longest post. Apparently being horny on main is my secret to writing more. :') /hj

CW: Just some good ol' hornyposting with Strohl! That being said, MDNI is not a suggestion, it is a requirement. <3 If I catch any of you kiddos in my notifications, you will be blocked on sight!

Reader is Fem/AFAB, but not given any pronouns. There's a little bit of purely fluffy stuff at the beginning that transitions into the horny stuff. I'll be honest, I'm keeping this fairly tasteful since this is my first time writing anything smutty on here and I gotta find my flow before I start writing crazy style, so just don't go in expecting it to be super graphic description-wise. As far as any other need to knows here, Strohl kinda has a breeding kink but he doesn't understand it as such, description of edging without the use of the word itself, and cum is explicitly said exactly once.

I know in my heart that Strohl would be a wonderful partner. Definitely the classic chivalrous type; always opens the door for you, pulls your chair out for you, and will treat you with hardly a second thought. Anything he could do that would make you happy, he would find a way to do it. He loves you so dearly and earnestly that it probably makes other people around you two atleast a tad envious.

That all being said, I also know in my heart that he's just as lovely in bed. When I tell you he is an absolute sweetheart about every single part of the process, I mean it. From getting undressed to cleaning up afterwards, he's an absolute angel with you. His first priority, above all else, is always that you feel reassured and comfortable, so he's sure to shower you in kisses and compliments through it all. The way he runs his hands along your skin is almost reverent in nature; it's like he's touching the most valuable thing in the entire world.

He doesn't just simply have sex with you either, he makes love to you. Every single time. You can't ever do quickies for the sole reason that he just can't stand the thought of not being able to give himself, body and soul, completely to you. Fast and hard just isn't really something he does. He will, however, go deep. Not a single thrust from him is ever shallow or halfhearted because there is nothing that satisfies him more than feeling you in your entirety. Well, nothing other than your pleasure. Knowing you feel good and that it's because of him is beyond intoxicating to Strohl.

Oh, and please do call him Leon. He already adores it when you call him by first name in general, but hearing it while you're in the throes of pleasure is equally delightful. He's so used to everyone else calling him Strohl that hearing you call him Leon is an almost dizzying reminder that you and him share a relationship that he has with no one else. There is no one else that makes him feel this way, just as there is no one else that can make you feel this way. He, Leon Strohl da Haliaetus, is the sole reason for your state of bliss.

In fact, he places so much value on your pleasure that he will actively deny himself the ability to finish until he knows you have. To him, it simply wouldn't feel as good if he did it before you. The feeling he gets from you squirming and squeezing him as you tip over that metaphorical edge is just... unmatched. If he's going to cum, it has to be because of that.

Speaking of which, he thinks it to be a bit shameful, but he honestly finds the idea of burying himself to the hilt and filling you with his release rather exciting. Of course, he wouldn't dare do such a thing without your permission, it would be risky to do so, but that certainly doesn't stop him from thinking about it. Sometimes, it doesn't stop him from asking if, just this time, he could please do it inside. He knows it risks the two of you ending up with a child, but gods above, his craving for this is strong. The pure ecstasy that would come from your warmth wrapped around him as he lets all that pent-up arousal finally come out is so tempting. The thought of how you'd look after, the vivid mental image he has of you dripping with a mix of your combined fluids after he pulls out, doesn't do his desperation any favors either.

Sure, he may end up being a father a tad earlier than planned if you let him do it, but it would be worth it, wouldn't it?

(Whether or not this fixation of his, somewhere deep down, has anything to do with his aspirations to rebuild Halia, and by extension, his noble house, is your guess. He honestly more than likely couldn't give you a solid answer even if you asked.)

The way he cares for you after everything is said and done is arguably the sweetest part of it all though. Even if he's run himself ragged, he'll hardly hesitate in getting up to run a bath so both of you can get cleaned up after all this excitement. He'll probably end up pampering you while you're in there too, so long as you'll let him. Strohl is a very service-oriented lover, so he does wholeheartedly enjoy being helpful to you. However, if he's honest, he loves it even more when you pamper him in return. It just makes his heart feel so full to not only simply share the space of the bath together, but to share the act of it too.

After you've had your bath, typically all that's left for you two is a night of cuddles and peaceful rest. Maybe a quick meal beforehand if you aren't both totally exhausted. <3

[lovehotelreservation]

When you're kidnapped by your estranged and very toxic religious family and promised to be Wed to a corrupt sanctist Noble obsessed with purity, what's the best way to cancel the wedding and finally cut your toxic lineage behind? your ever reliable friend and beloved Strohl has an idea to get that disownment and annulment speed run going .(Alter sex. Mating press in a church, caught by priest and fiance)

There were so many eyes on you.

The horrified ones of the priest, wondering the hellish depths of scandal this would plummet the church into.

The angered ones of your fiancé, furious that his property was being vandalized yet much too hesitant to even try and put a stop to matters.

The passive ones of God himself, silently spectating from above.

But the only pair of eyes that mattered most to you, who captivated, held, and possessed your attention were the impassioned grey ones currently gazing directly into yours.

You were most familiar and most comforted by those eyes, how they would flash defiantly in face of any foe regardless of strength or status, how they would soften as he reminisced about Halia and his parents.

So rebellious yet so tender--the qualities that defined Leon Strohl da Haliaetus for you.

As his hand delicately cupped your cheek while bringing his lips to yours for the sweetest of kisses, by contrast his hips continued to pummel against yours, the obscene and sticky wet noises of sweat-slicked skin meeting skin defiling the hallowed halls of St. Fermis Church.

Though from Strohl's point of view, what reason was there to maintain respect for an institution that encouraged, protected, and even rewarded selfishly nefarious scum such as your fiancé, who viewed your maidenhood as a prize to be collected?

The mere idea infuriated him the moment that your engagement was announced.

His teeth grit together as he suddenly felt compelled to drive his cock into you even harder, his balls smacking against your ass in heavy slaps as he was compelled to flood your core yet again with his release, the ground of the altar already desecrated with a growing pool of his seed.

He could hear the stumble of the priest as he was suddenly shoved away by your fiancé, who stormed off while raving about how he would see both you and Strohl ruined for your disrespect. Though, by the stammer of his voice, he wondered if he happened to catch a glimpse of the daunting aura of his Archetype.

Not that it mattered to him anyhow.

Not while what he cherished most in the entirety of this world was finally in his arms.

Hearing the soft and sweet mewl of his name from below, Strohl groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close with the intention of never letting you go. With his lips seeking out your neck, he breathlessly affirmed,

"As I swear and as I promise: not to any man, not to any god, you are mine and I am yours."

[philistiniphagottini]

Strohl x F!Reader with the prompt Stargazing. I need some fluff in my life 💕🙏

Thanks for the request Anon. I hope you enjoy :)

Comments/reblogs highly appreciated.

Strohl + Stargazing

cw. fluff, established relationship, female reader, chubby reader

Nagi's Summer Event

It was too hot to sleep in the Gauntlet Runner tonight. The air felt sticky and warm, your clothes clinging to you like a second layer of skin even long after the sun had already set. You were too restless to be able to get a good night’s sleep. The stars were out tonight so you and Strohl decided to lay on the Gauntlet Runner’s deck to gaze up at them. 

“They’re so clear out here” you mumbled in slight awe. 

Strohl hummed softly beside you, his jacket used as a pillow to cushion his head against the metal carapace of the Runner. Both hands were tucked behind his head, allowing you to use one of his arms as your pillow. He could feel wisps your hair tickling his neck and the scent of your perfume lingered on the tip of his tongue every time he took a deep breath. The cicadas were buzzing loudly tonight, their cries ringing in his ears as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Easier to see when you’re away from the smog of the cities” Strohl commented. 

You hummed softly in agreement, the plush seam of your lips pursed in thought. You traced your eyes over the stars, the crescent moon only a mere glow in the distance. You continued to stare at the starry sky. 

“I think I can make out Orion’s Belt from here” you said. 

Strohl tipped his head towards you, blinking owlishly in mild confusion. “Orion’s Belt?” he repeated. 

You nodded your head as you pointed up. “Yeah. Up there. See it?”

Strohl squinted, trying to follow your extended finger to see where you were pointing. He was having a little difficulty finding it. Wordlessly, you scooted closer, until your plush waist was squished into his side and the swell of your chubby cheek was rubbing against his face. Strands of your hair tickled his mouth and he had to tuck them behind the curve of your ear lest he accidentally swallow them. You continued to point. 

“See it now?”

Strohl followed the direction of your finger once more. His eyes widened and he pointed as well. 

“Do you mean that row of stars?” Strohl asked. 

He could hear the smile in your voice. “That’s right! That’s Orion’s Belt.”

You both lowered your hands and continued to look. 

“I’ve never heard of that constellation before” Strohl mentioned. 

“I read it in a book my parents kept on their bookshelves” you replied. “The book looked old. It talked about all these old myths and legends.”

“Really?” Strohl hummed with intrigue. “And what’s the stroy behind this one?”

You shifted closer, nuzzling your head closer to Strohl’s shoulder as you made yourself more comfortable. He could feel your warm breath tickling his ear when he spoke and despite the sickly body heat you both produced in this hot weather, he wanted you to stay close. 

“Well apparently it’s the belt of a hunter called Orion” you explained. “He was some sort of hero back in his time. You can kind of make out the rest of him with the other, surrounding stars. Oh! And apparently the brightest star is supposed to be his dog! Its…there!”

Strohl followed your pointing again and spotted the brightest star in the night sky. It certainly looked more luminous than the others, outshining its kin as you diligently pointed it out. 

“Fascinating” Strohl mumbled. “Do you still have the book? I would love to read it sometime.”

You pondered on the thought, fingers rubbing against your chin as you tried to recall the memory. 

“I’m not sure. My parents might still have it. All my things from when I was a kid were packed in a trunk and put in the attic for safe keeping. Guess I’ll have to visit home and find out.”

You trailed your fingers along Strohl’s chest, garnering his attention as your fingers walked along his chest. “And you can come along, see what treasures from my childhood we can find” you added.

A warm chuckle breezed past his lips. “I would be quite honoured, especially if they are half as interesting as that book you mentioned. Speaking of, did it tell you about other constellations?”

“Oh, a bunch” you replied with a chirp. 

You stayed up most of the night pointing out all the different constellations and telling Strohl the story behind them. 

[shangrila11]

A confession song // Leon Strohl (Metaphor: Refantazio) x reader

You took a deep breath before a determined look crossed your features. This was it. You were finally going to confess your feelings to a certain young clemar by doing what a bard like you did best -- singing. You had spent weeks trying to compose a song and rehearsing. It hadn't been easy finding the right words for the song as well as to practice without being caught. With that said, you had been able to get some inspiration and had been careful not to be discovered. Now all you had to do was to find Strohl. Clutching your lyre, you headed out.

En route, you spotted Will sitting by a window reading with Gallica by his side. Smiling brightly, you approached them.

"Hey, Will. Hey, Gallica. Have you seen Strohl?"

"I saw him walking towards the deck. He's probably over there." The male elda looked up from the book he was reading and returned your smile. "Do you need him for something?" He looked at you curiously. Your smile quickly turned bashful as you explained the reason you were looking for him.

"I see. Good luck," Will beamed.

"Tell us how it went later," Gallica added, a smug smile on her face.

"Thanks, you two. I will," you promised, a little too quickly. Bidding them farewell, you made your way to the deck. You silently hoped they did not see how red your face was.

xxx xxx

True enough, the male clemar was there, looking out at the view. Your heart raced, your earlier resolve wavering. Would he like your song? What if you made a fool of yourself? What if he didn't return your feelings? Would things become awkward between the two of you if that was the case? You didn't want that to happen. You shook your head. Thinking of the 'what ifs' would not help with anything. The only way to find out the outcome of the confession was to do it. More importantly, you did not want to have any regrets for not confessing your love earlier. You took a deep breath before calling his name. Strohl turned around at the sound of your voice and smiled.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite bard," he greeted. "What brings you here?"

"I've finished composing a new song. Care to listen to it?" you asked.

"Of course. Your performance never cease to amaze me," he grinned. He looked at you expectantly. You cleared your throat. It was now or never. You sang while playing your lyre. Your voice was shaky at first but gradually became more steady as you expressed what you admired about the male: his lovely smile, his compassion, his wits and the like. Strohl's eyes widened, speechless. He remained that way even after your song ended. You looked at him, biting your lips. After a moment of tense silence, Strohl found his voice.

"Is this how you feel about me?" he asked. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

"Well... Can't say that I saw this coming, you feeling the same way I do." Strohl rubbed his nape, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"Wait. You have romantic sentiments for me?" you asked. Your earlier nerves faded, giving way to relief and pleasant surprise. Strohl nodded.

"Yes. What's there not to admire about you? Your smile and songs can lift everyone's spirits, your compassion and optimism knows no bounds and you're courageous, if you confessing to me is anything to go by."

"And I thought I was the bard," you chuckled, nudging him playfully. Strohl chuckled as well.

"You must have rubbed off on me, Songster," he replied. "Anyway, your earlier performance was brilliant. You must have put a lot of thought and effort into it."

"Thank you, my Muse. I'm glad it's to your liking," you grinned, bowing playfully. Strohl chuckled, returning your gesture. The two of you gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, still smiling, before Strohl gently touched your cheek.

"May I?" he asked. You nodded. You could feel your heart pounding as he leant in and connected his lips with yours. It was gentle at first but became more passionate as you went deeper into the kiss. The two of you eventually broke away, beaming at each other.

"That was... amazing." Strohl's smile widened. "Could I get an encore?"

"For the kiss, performance or both?" you grinned cheekily.

"Would it be greedy of me to ask for both?" he replied, his expression mirroring yours.

"Not all all." You kissed him once again.

xxx xxx

Later that evening, you and Strohl sat with the rest of the group for dinner, fingers intertwined.

"Oh? What do we have here?" Heismay smirked. Strohl cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged red.

"Ah, yes. (Y/N) and I are now in a romantic relationship." Your lover tightened his clasp on your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. He gave you a warm smile that melt your heart. The rest of the group congratulated the two of you sincerely to which the two of you responded by thanking them.

"This calls for a celebration! Let me bring out the finest wine I have," Neuras declared.

"Are you sure you're not just finding an excuse to indulge yourself in drinks?" Hulkenberg dead-panned. But the eccentric ishkia had already left to get said drink, much to the female's exasperation. After Neuras came back with his drink, your companions asked Strohl and you for details regarding the confession (Not without a little teasing, of course). It was a little embarrassing recounting the earlier events. With that said, it was nice that your companions were very supportive of your relationship.

"Here, have some of this Redgrass-Roasted Bidou. Will and I made it," Strohl smiled, holding out a spoonful of said meat in front of you. Thanking him, you took a bite of the meat. The succulent meat melt in your mouth.

"It's delicious. You and Will did an excellent job cooking it," you grinned. Both your lover and Will returned your grin.

"Glad you like it," Will answered.

"Someone's being a romantic," Gallica remarked, a smug look on her face.

"Well, they are my significant other, after all," the male clemar rubbed the back of his neck. Your heart fluttered. Significant other. You wondered if you would be able to get used to being referred as that.

"Ah, young love," Heismay chuckled. You and Strohl exchanged bashful grins before continuing to enjoy your dinner.

xxx xxx

After dinner and chat, Strohl escorted you to your room, hand in hand.

"This feels like a dream," you commented. You still couldn't believe the person you were enamoured with was now your lover.

"Trust me. You're not the only one in disbelief," Strohl chuckled, gently squeezing your hand. His expression shifted to a sincere one. "I swear, on my honour as a noble, that I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

"Hey, you're not the only one who gets to be cool, you know." you wiped away the tears glistening in your eyes. "If you need someone to lean on, know that I'll always be there. Not just during the bad times but the good ones as well."

"Yeah, I hear you," Strohl smiled, ruffling your hair fondly. The two of you continue to chat happily until you reached your room.

"Goodnight, my Muse. Sweet dreams," you beamed.

"You too, Songster." Strohl planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed the door behind you. You placed a hand on your heart, unable to wipe the smile off your face. You would probably be up thinking of all the events that had transpired earlier. But that was fine with you. At least it was for a joyful reason.

[words-of-a-pyt]

Hello 👋🏽 If you’re still taking requests, may I please request headcanons for Basilio and Strohl reacting to their girlfriend being attacked and she manages to kick major ass?

I love how you think, girl.

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BTW I DIDNT FORGET ABT YOU!!

Certainly Not Weak.

Characters: Basilio Lupus Magnus, Leon Strohl DeHaliatus

Tags: Fluff??, Female Reader, POC reader, Violence, average metaphor refantazio shenanigans.

You joined the party, and took the role of healer. Poison, Curses, Cuts, Broken bones, you name it, you fix it.

Now, Strohl, being your lover couldn't always help but be worried you. He'd take his position at the vanguard in front of you, Call out whenever you were in the line of fire, and even chastise you if he thought you were being too reckless.

"I can't have you dying out there, love. Please, stay close to me."

Bear in mind, He'd never seen you fight before.

And for a good reason. You didn't like fighting. As a healer it was quite literally the antithesis of your code.

And, you also the thought of Strohl playing into the strong, gentle, protector role was very hot.

So you tried your best to stay out of harms' way, diffused tense situations the best you could, and generally were polite to everyone.

But of course, fate had other plans for you.

In an encounter with a human, the two of you were separated.

Safe to say, Strohl was mortified.

He tried his absolute hardest to make his way to you, with little success. You were cornered, against a human? He thought the worst was about to happen.

That you would surely die.

Thank God he was wrong.

In that moment, you revealed that you had an archetype yourself. Granting you the ability to use powerful light magic without an igniter.

Turns out, you ended up dealing the most damage out of the team.

After the battle was over, before you could even calm down, strohl was immediately in your personal space, pressing kisses all over your face.

"I thought I'd lose you! I thought I'd lose you..." he'd repeat over and over as he pulled you close into his arms.

Everyone was surprised by your newfound power, but Strohl couldn't care less.

He was just glad you were safe.

Here, you weren't really a part of the crew at all!

You owned a quaint, cozy, out-of-the-way tavern in Altabury Heights. A place where folk of all races and faiths can eat, drink, and rest peacefully.

It was one day when you were tending the bar, that Basilio first saw you.

You were up to your normal activities, pouring mugs and bussing tables, you noticed Basillio staring at you awestruck, and playfully, you decided you'd go speak with him.

"You ought to pick your jaw up off the floor, sir! Heaven knows I do my best to keep it clean, but it'd still be ill-advised for you to leave it there." You teased him as you folded up your cleaning rag. It was only then that the paripus snapped out of his daze.

"Oh— I- um... Sorry, I just–"

Before he could complete his thought, a loud crash rang throughout the bar. And the agitating voice of one of the drunken patrons "Oh, sweet barkeep! Could you come here and help a poor bastard?"

You sighed, and tossed the rag on the counter.

"Just a moment, love."

With that, you strode over to the stumbling man, an irate expression plastered onto your face.

"Alright, lad. I'll give you some grace and won't make you pay for the damaged cup. But you've had more than enough to drink tonight. Go home."

Your stern request fell upon deaf ears, for in his drunken stupor. All the man picked up were the words, "Go Home". Which sounded to him, like an insult. He straightened up, (what little he could) and scowled.

"Go home. Go home!? You kickin' me out huh? You ungrateful wench, I'm your most frequent customer. And I tip nicely!"

While all this occurred, Basillio was watching over like a hawk, carefully weaving his way through the tables to get to you in case the situation called for it. Though it was all going much slower than he'd like. Damn, why did these tables have to be so close together!?

You exhaled through your nose, your patience waning.

"Sir, trust that I am more than grateful—"

"You must think me a fool!"

The drunk interjected. It was here that he started to get concerningly close, he got close to your face. So close you could smell the ale and beef on his breath, and every other meal he had before.

"I work all day, and you drain my pockets and think you can just kick me to the curb!?"

Now, here there were three main actions, each happening quite fast, all at the same time. There was Basilio recklessly pushing the last chair out the way to intervene, The drunk man's palm swinging out to connect with your face, and your fist moving in a swift upward motion to gracefully connect with the drunk man's jaw.

Out of all three, yours was the swiftest.

The punch was so crisp, his jawbone couldn't handle the damage. He fell to the floor, cradling his jaw. And babbling indecipherable words.

Basilio was quite impressed! He relaxed the tension in his body, as it looked like the threat had dissipated, and just stared, trying to process it all as you wiped your hands on your apron. Your gaze snapped over to him.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the show, but I need this idiot out of my bar, and I can't carry him." You said, gesturing to the mess.

"Could you please...?"

At that, Basilio couldn't help but smile.

"It'd be my pleasure."

[words-of-a-pyt]

Trying to find inspo for scenarios 😭 idk what to do

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN, BTW! 😃