DONT SEND THEM HERE

wondergays x showtime sleepover comic!!

Thinking about marrying Aventurine and his face when he sees you walking down the aisle.

He's always so cool and confident. Always has an answer, a plan, a way out. Nothing can crack his exterior cover. Except for you.

He's never in his life cried in front of others. But here he was, standing at the altar, tears threatening to blur his vision as he watched you walk towards him.

You looked ethereal. Your white dress trailed behind you and gently sparkled in the sunlight. Your makeup accentuated all the features he already loved about you, and your hair cascaded down your back and framed your perfect face. You looked like an angel. Like salvation.

He did his best to keep his tears from flowing, not wanting to miss a single second of your walk towards him. Towards the rest of your lives together.

As you approached, he held out his hand to help you up onto the altar.

His purple-blue eyes glistened as he gazed into your own. Into his future. A future he never expected to have, at least until you came into his life.

With you he saw a future he wanted to protect and cherish. There would be no more staking it on risky gambles. Not anymore.

Instead, as he placed your ring on your finger, he also placed his most valuable chip in your hands: his heart.

It was all or nothing. And he decided to give you it all. His future, his life, his heart, it was all yours now. You were the best gamble he ever took, he thought, as he said "I do."

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Forelsket Masterlist

Forelsket: (n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love

Synopsis: After a falling out drives you and Albedo apart one year ago, you find yourself returning to Dragonspine, the same place that led to everything going downhill. But this time, you’re accompanying the traveller and his floating companion. Are some things best left buried beneath the snow or are there still secrets driving the two of you farther apart?

Total Word Count: ~52.1k

Status: Completed

Prologue

Act I: Abience 

Act II: Serendipity 

Act III: Metanoia 

Act IV: Ineffable 

Act V: Redamancy 

Epilogue 

Bonus Scene: Albedo’s Birthday 

Notes:

It’s a slow burn! And while this is an Albedo x GN!Reader fic, I’ve put a lot of thought into the Reader’s relationships with other characters as well and who they are

My apologies if any of the characters are OOC, I’ve tried to capture their personalities as best I can

Hello! Can I request an angst (with a good ending) scenario of Childe and Diluc (seperate) x reader? possibly them physically harming reader by accident during an argument but it ends good/comforting if that makes sense! ^^

— # 🫐Lingering Pain | Genshin Men ✘ Reader(s) HeadCannons

⤤ Summary: Genshin men are busy trying to do work while you (aka reader) attempt to help relieve their stress, when they accidentally throw their elbow towards their way, with the anger of their vision releasing. Cutting or burning or hitting your arm.

⤤ Notes: I tried to make this as accidentally as possible cause I don’t want to romanticize abuse and etc. So hopefully it doesn’t come off that way. But I will flat out say it seems toxic, so this isn’t romantic. I kinda experienced something like this but it wasn’t physically and more mentally. So sorry if this fic came off too personal. Also apologies to misspelling.

⤤ Characters: Childe & Diluc

⤤ Warnings: Physical Harm + Burns + Cuts - GN! Reader + Angst & Fluff + Toxic + Cussing/Swearing

Diluc | Burns

You entered the room carefully, with a tray of food and grape juice. You noticed your husband working harder than usual, as he had basically all of his attention on his work. It’s been going on for nearly 3 weeks.

It’s been so long, since you had a decent conversation. And due to his heavy amount of work, he hardly even sleeps besides you like he usually does. You wanted to interfered but feared of only annoying him. You kept quiet, but even Jean and Lisa suggested you try and talk to him.

“I brought you dinner” you greet, walking up to behind Diluc. He seemed stressed due to his gestures, and had stacks of papers overflowing. You smile a bit, trying to lighten the mood but nothing seemed to work. Because he didn’t even lift up his eyes from his work.

He let out a muffled groan, as you stood little bit behind him. Noticing how much papers he had to analyze and sign. It did seem stressful.

“A-Are you okay..?” You ended up finding yourself stuttering upon the question. You were scared of angering him.

“I’m fine” he said coldly.

You could tell he wasn’t. You placed the tray of food besides him, and keeping your arms and hands close to your chest. Your lips shivered a bit, but you shook your head.

It’s your husband, he cannot get that mad if I disturb him for a little… can he?

“Diluc you don’t seem fin-“ you started but before you could finish he had slammed his hands on the table in frustration. You grew startled as your shoulders shivered a bit.

“I have work to do honey…” he mumbled in frustration. Gesturing his hand hoping you would walk away.

You let out a sigh of frustration.

“Diluc… you should take a break” you stated, nervously. “You’ve been working way too hard.”

“I just need to finish my work” his voice lowered.

“I know, I know but have you tried to relax yourself?” You continue. Only pushing his buttons.

He let out a cold sigh.

“Can you leave?” He asked but you shook your head, getting frustrated yourself.

“Diluc, you need to take a break!” You raise your voice, which only pisses him off even more. “You’ve been doing so much work, you hardly pay attention to me anymore!”

Diluc became quiet. Biting his lower lip. You could feel yourself getting angry, but you felt like you have held these emotions for too long.

“Diluc,” you started. Diluc glared his attention towards you. “Do you even care about me anymore!?”

Your last question being a yell. He turned around so swiftly, attempting to gesture his elbow so that you could leave. And ever so accidentally, using his vision by a mistake out of anger. Flames leaving from his hands, as they whooshed right by your elbow and arm.

Leaving dark burns right there. You watched as your once flawless skin, now had deep and dark marks on them. You looked at him, to see that his eyes were now widened with fear and sadness. And full of regret.

His eyes had actually darken to that regret. To that guilt. But it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, you gained a burn. From your own husband. You could feel tears form from the corner of your eyes. Not only due to the burns that were given, but because he had hurt you.

You knew and assumed it was an accident. But either way it still hurt. He had a guilty expression on his face, as even he started to form tears in the corner of his eyes. He attempted to reach out to you, but you farted away from him, heading towards the door in a hurry.

“I’ll leave you alone…” you mumbled. “Sorry… sir”

He realizes you said ‘sir’ instead of his name. Which only made quiet rushing tears fall down to his face, as he watched you close the door shut. Hearing your footsteps down the hall, before you climbed up the stairs. Sobbing quietly.

— — —

You laid in bed, trying to fall asleep. It was quite hard though, since your husband wasn’t besides you. You always fell asleep to your husband holding you, or you holding him.

But you could feel his presence by the door frame. He had recently gotten home, from the work he participates in all night. He watched your body, wrapped in the sheets, shifting due to his non-existence presence.

“Dear…” he said quietly. But you don’t bother to turn your head, or gesture your body towards him. You just keep your back towards him, looking through the open window. You didn’t want to speak to him nor talk to him.

He let out a sigh, placing his things down to the corner of the room. You hear him shut the door, and was hoping he was gone. But you could hear his footsteps from inside the room.

“Leave.” You say loudly and clearly. You didn’t want to talk to him, despite how much you missed him sleeping besides you. He let out a sad groan.

“Dear, please…” he stated walking carefully towards you. You didn’t say anything. You just pressed your head deeper into the pillow. He walked over to the other side of the bed, before bending down right in front of you.

You could see him, but you just wanted him to leave. But a small part of you wanted to hear him say sorry and you could hopefully have him sleep besides him again. You could feel him grab onto your wrist, pulling it from under the blanket.

The burns he had accidentally left on your arm. Seeing that it was now purple, only made him feel more guilty. And you couldn’t help but start crying again, sobbing deeply into your pillow.

Diluc let out a sigh pushing most of the blankets off of you, and picking you up.

“Put me down” you sobbed trying to push yourself away from him, but he didn’t listen nor seem to care to those words. As he carried you to the out of the room and into the bathroom, to place bandages on you and your arm.

He continued to watch as you sobbed, before placing you on the counter top, besides the sink. He kept his head lowered, trying to hide his tears, but it was impossible. Since his tears kept dripping down to his jaw and then the floor.

He took the bandages out, but failed to even put them on your arm where the burns were. The burns were small. Very small, but they were visible. And either way he had still harmed you. Accident or not.

“I-I’m sorry” his words parting from each other. He was choking on his words. He couldn’t help but place his head on your shoulder, like he always does when he cries. He always had a strange habit of doing so.

You could feel his tears drip from your shoulders and down your body whiles your stopped. And as much as he had a habit of laying his head on your shoulder, you had a bad habit of playing with his hair when he cried.

You choked out a chuckle from your sobs.

“Don’t cry-“

“I’m so, sorry!”

Childe | Cuts

“What!?” Childe shouted loudly. You crossed your arms trying to not let tears escape.

For the past couple of weeks, your husband has been so obsessed with his work. He hardly even said goodnight anymore. And if you got a goodnight it was always muttered. He’d leave at the most random times to. Leaving around midnight to not even come home until the next afternoon.

It pissed you off, but you could assume it was for work. But it started to happen more often and often, to the point you always thought he was cheating on you.

“You’re cheating on me aren’t you?” You ask, glaring at him. You could see his eyes dart towards you, those dull blue eyes that you once admired.

“Excuse me?” He muttered, trying to not get more angry than he already was.

“You are arent you?” You shouted this time with your arms crossed tighter. “You’re always leaving at midnight, you hardly even talk to me anymore!”

You hear him let out a frustrated chuckle.

“What the hell…” he started but you felt tired of his bullshit.

“Are you cheating on me or not?” You screamed this time, before you felt a deep cut slash into your arms.

He had turned around letting out a shouting sentence, of asking if you trusted him or not. And when he realized he was to angry, accidentally using his vision and abilties by slashing you with a waterblade, his face darkened. Watching blood drip from your arm.

You stared at the blood yourself, as it dripped to the floor. The cut wasn’t deep, something like a paper cut, but it was a long one. You stared at it for a few seconds, as tears rinsed and fell down to your cheeks. You turned around, walking to the door before slamming it close.

Childe could feel his hands shiver, before slamming his head into the table. Which would sure leave a bruise.

“Fuck!”

— — —

You sat on the couch, looking at the cut. It was very faint, but the dried blood was very much visible. And while you were still angry at him, for blowing up so easily and growing so defensive, you felt guilty.

Perhaps you pushed him to his limit. But even so, you kept reassuring and telling yourself that everything would and get better. And that you weren’t wrong to begin with. But your heart felt loss. It’s been 3 hours since that happened, and by now you both would have been in bed cuddling and etc.

Been nearly two weeks since he last held you.

Your eyes widened a bit hearing the door to his office from down the hall open. As you could hear his heavy footsteps get closer and closer until he was in the same room as you. Right besides the couch you were sitting on.

You only lowered your head down even more, when he stood in front of you. But it surprised you when he got on his knees, placing his arms and hands in your lap.

You only lifted your eyes a bit, to see that even he had tears falling down from his jaw. It flowed like a river, which only made your sobs grow louder.

“I’m sorry.” He said before placing and laying his head in your lap. You could feel his tears soak your pants, as he continued to sob. You looked down, realizing how guilty and sorry he felt. “I’ve been doing tons and loads of work, I don’t want you in danger because of my work. That’s why I do it at night”

You could feel him sob in your lap, and you couldn’t help but intertwine your hand into his bright, orange, ginger hair as he continued to sob.

“I’m sorry… too” you can feel yourself mumble with tears flowing as well.

“[Name]…”

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Aquamarine Hoshino “Aqua” (星野 愛久愛海) - “Oshi no Ko” - Episode 2

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Hii, May I request something? :0 Soooo...Y/n being Kazuha,Aether(bc this boy si so underrated)and Childe's little sister, and she is in those teenage age you know, and she gets hurt badly. What would they do to comfort her?If requests are not open feel free to ignore it! :D. <33

"ohana" means family...

# — characters: fem!reader, aether, lumine, paimon, childe

# — summary: ...and family means nobody gets left behind.

# — warnings: blood/violence mention

# — tags: hc/drabble format, canon divergent, platonic/familial hurt/comfort, fluff, sibling bonding, heartbreak (reader)

# — notes: y'know, i don't see much sibling!reader content! maybe that's just me, but even when i look, i don't see much.. so this is refreshing, thank you for the req, anon! i did spin the request a bit and only did two characters, though. as always, reblogs are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

✧ — 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 — ✧

since you are the youngest -- born a year or two after the twins -- he and lumine treat you like you are the only star in their sky

you were too young to remember your parents, and after traveling so much, you all but forgot about them. your siblings were the only family you needed -- the only family you wanted.

(also, you don't mind them doting on you, but you wish they would stop babying you from time to time.)

before being stranded in teyvat, the three of you would travel between worlds together, experiencing all kinds of people and cultures and traditions, having all sorts of fun

the three of you only have each other, so you cherish one another very deeply. fights between you were actually rather rare

mostly because of your unstable lifestyle; if you fought and separated from each other, what were you supposed to do? all of you tried to avoid trouble with others and each other out of caution.

but then you encountered the unknown god and lumine went missing.

you and aether were stuck in an unfamiliar land with your new travel companion paimon, basically forced to help solve the problems of the people of this world until you get answers leading to lumine's whereabouts.

it wasn't all that bad at first; being gifted with the elements of both anemo and geo alongside your brother was exhilarating, and in your down time, you two would train and play around, keeping your spirits high

you and aether grew increasingly frustrated by your lack of clues, but you held each other up as best you could, trying to keep pushing forward

and then, with the help of dainsleif, you finally, finally got to see lumine

but... she refused to come home with you.

she left you.

a tense silence suffocates you as you and aether look over liyue harbor. not even paimon knows what to say after what just happened. you try to think of something to say -- something, anything -- but each time you open your mouth, you feel your throat tighten. now that you were in a quieter place, you felt like the sheer amount of thoughts that flooded your mind would start spilling out of your ears.

what were you supposed to say, anyways? were you even going to talk about it? what did any of that even mean? why were you still doing this? why couldn't you go home?

why did she leave you behind?

aether finally breaks the silence, his voice strained. "we need to keep moving," he says. his fists are trembling and his eyes are teary, but he tilts his chin up and takes a steadying breath. "if we want to understand what lumine was talking about, then we have to do what she says."

you frown at your brother. lumine was always the more stern sibling -- she was like a leader of sorts. without thinking, you and aether did what she said; she had very good judgement, so it wasn't much of a problem. but after all this--

"you still want to follow her?!" you cry. you didn't mean for your voice to come out so shrill and watery, but you can't help it. normally, it'd take you longer to get to this point -- to get to your breaking point -- but aether's attempt to put on a brave face makes your poorly built walls come crashing down. "you still want to do what she says? she's given up on us, aether, why would you still want to be in her good graces?!"

aether's glare is stony for all of two seconds before it smooths out, a glimmer of sunshine returning to them again. he calls your name as softly as he can muster. "that's not what i mean, and you know that."

you know he's right. a rational part of you agrees with him; if you want to have any hope of getting out of this world that has literally been forsaken by its gods, you were going to have to persevere. maybe at some point, lumine would return -- maybe she would keep her word and join you once more -- but until then, you were distraught, your heart shattered into near irreparable pieces over your sister's absence.

you sit yourself on the grass and grab a fistful of it, hoping the feeling will ground you. "what if she doesn't come back, ae'? w-what if she changes her mind and attacks us? you saw what she was capable of! she's a stranger now, aether, she--" you don't blink back the tears this time. "she had her sword. we don't have ours anymore. why is she doing this?"

aether doesn't move for a while. he watches silently as you break down, your frame shaking as sobs start to pour out of you. he doesn't know what to do either. as the eldest, the responsibility of caring for you and finding his twin sister fell on his shoulders, but he hadn't expected for lumine to just... refuse. the sight of you begging and pleading with lumine to come home replays in his mind, forcing his eyes shut.

the vow you three made all those years ago has been broken. you were never supposed to hurt each other like this; you were supposed to be each other's foundations. that hasn't changed one bit -- when lumine came back, he would be there for her as he always has been, and so would you. until then, he was going to protect the family he had left.

aether opens his eyes again and brushes any stray tears from his face before sitting next to you. he pulls you into a tight embrace and you return it immediately, burying your face in his shoulder.

you feel terrible; he should be the one crying, not you. sure, lumine is just as much your sister as she is his, but she's his twin; his other half. you tighten your hold on your brother. he's shaking like a leaf in the wind. he must be trying to carry the world on his shoulders right now. but as long as you were here, you'd never allow him to do that alone. "you're doing it again," you sniff after a while, your voice muffled by his shoulder. "you can let it out."

aether puts his hand on the back of your head. he's pulling you closer, if that was even possible. it's as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers too. "you need a shoulder to cry on, not me." he mutters. "just--"

"aether."

your brother flinches at your tone. he chuckles tightly. "who's older here, me or you?"

you return the gesture, burying your fingers in his blonde hair. he probably won't let it out yet; he's never been the type to do so. he and lumine were far better at controlling their emotions than you were. for now, you suppose you'll let it slide. "whatever," you sigh. "you can stop squeezing me, you know. i'm not gonna go anywhere. promise."

aether loosens his grip on you, but he doesn't let go. that must have been exactly what he needed to hear. "me neither." his voice is small, but his words are affirming. the two of you sigh in unison, making you giggle. "i'm not going anywhere. i swear."

it was you and your brother against this world. you wouldn't have it any other way.

✧— 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 — ✧

absolute pain in the ass older brother. the worst. horrible. annoying.

i'm kidding... sorta.

childe is the older brother who smushes your face with his hand just because he can

the brother who puts his entire body weight on you and challenges you to push him off

the brother who will literally fight you for the last snack in the pantry

but he's also the older brother who sits there and lets you play connect the dots with the freckles that barely exist on his face

the brother who does his best not to embarrass you when you're around friends or potential suitors

he's the best wingman in the world and the coolest older brother ever

his harbinger status means nothing to you

you're a big girl! you know what that means!

you don't brag about it; you show off your brother in a very different way

childe is prepared for many things. one could even say that he's prepared for anything.

monster ambush? no problem. an ancient deity threatening to sink all of liyue harbor? simple!

but childe... ajax was not prepared to see you sobbing in his office at northland bank.

when he arrived a few minutes earlier, every agent went on their guard. it's normal for them to do that since he's their boss, but something about their alertness was suspicious to him. he approached ekaterina and demanded to know what was going on.

"lord harbinger, it's..." the receptionist trailed off. her eyes were hidden by her mask, but childe could feel her looking away. he started to tap his finger on the wood; a sign of his growing impatience. not wanting to upset him further, ekaterina came clean. "it's your sister, sir."

childe's finger froze. "what about them?"

"they arrived not too long ago looking for you, but..."

"if you're doing this for dramatic effect, i will inform you right now that you're doing a terrible job. that," childe's finger began tapping again, faster this time, "and my patience is wearing very thin. what happened to my sister? tell me; that's an order."

though she was frightened, ekaterina couldn't bring herself to say any more. "she's in your office, sir. she wouldn't talk to any of us, so i feel that you should see the mess for yourself."

the mess? childe nodded briefly in thanks and sped to his office. it wasn't a far walk, but it felt like an eternity. were you okay? did someone hurt you? he grimaced as his hand hovered over the door to his office.

if someone did hurt you, was it because of him? it was no secret that he was a part of the fatui, and you'd been seen with him on multiple occasions. after the osial incident, people became particularly hostile towards the fatui, and even though you weren't a member yourself, you received the same foul treatment they did. probably even worse since you were childe's sister.

childe could handle the heat and he knew you could as well, but if someone touched you...

fueled by a sudden wave of anger, he swung open the door to the office and saw you hunched over in a chair, your face in your hands. you were trying to muffle your sobs from the sound of it, and--

was that blood on your shirt?

ajax is crouching in front of you in an instant. he's always been good at consoling you and your siblings. to the others, he's the perfect older brother; the one who sends trinkets and souvenirs from his travels; the one who's always kind and considerate, even when he's upset. but when he tugs your hands away from your face, he's anything but gentle.

he confirms what he saw before getting closer. there's splotches of blood your shirt, and when he inspects your hands closely and sees your knucles cut and bruised, he puts the pieces together. "you got in a fight." he says tersely. "whose blood is this?"

"s'not mine," you sniff. you try to pry your hands away, but ajax's grip is unrelenting. you don't know why you bothered in the first place. you look away from your brother, feeling like a scolded child under his harsh gaze. ajax always, always told you never to fight unless absolutely necessary. he was very clear about why you shouldn't.

"there's strength in numbers," he told you quietly. he was almost whispering, as though he was telling you something he shouldn't. "people won't stand up for you in a fight -- they would gang up on you instead."

you wrinkled your nose at him. "but you always fight people in groups."

ajax flashed you a cocky grin and squeezed your nose, chuckling when you fought him off. "yeah, but that's because i'm stronger than you, kid." his grin dropped off his face as fast as it came. "now pay attention. do you know why else you shouldn't get into fights here?"

you thought for a second and pointed at the electro vision on your hip questioningly, but ajax shook his head at you.

"close, but no. the second reason," he started, "is because of this." without warning, he pulls a small dagger out his back pocket and holds it to your neck. you don't waste a second, moving to disarm him as quickly as he taught you. almost in the blink of an eye, you've taken the blade from your brother and pressed it against his neck. his smile came back, this time full of pride.

"now, do you know why i don't want you fighting others?" he asked. "it's because you're my sister."

call him a bad influence, but ajax feels a familiar sense of pride swell in his chest when you tell him the blood isn't yours. there's also relief mixed in there somewhere, but it's overshadowed by the satisfaction. he doesn’t smile at you though; he's got to keep up the act. he wants to praise you for doing a good job, but you were a wreck before he came in, and you obviously wouldn't be covered in someone's blood for no reason. he keeps 'big brother mode' turned on and lets you go. "well? what happened?"

you find a clean part of your sleeve and wipe your face free of tears. you're trying to stall for time, but ajax can tell. you sigh and recount the story to him.

it wasn't your fault.

you were minding your business, taking a stroll down by the docks when some large fishermen recognized you and began to shout for you to leave. you ignored them; this happened every so often, so it was easy to tune them out. you kept on your stroll, walking down by the water.

you've always been fascinated by the water, even when you were still in snezhnaya. you envied your brother's hydro vision once, but after giving it some thought, you figured that there was no one better suited for it than him. that, and it made sparring with him all the more interesting. after basking in the sun for a little while longer, you decided to head back to northland bank to wait for ajax to return. but as soon as you turned to leave, you found yourself blocked by four boys, each one taller than you.

"do you guys need something?" you asked.

their scathing words went in one ear and out the other. each of them had something to rude say about you; they must have been trying to get a rise out of you.

enraged by your nonchalance, one of the boys shoved you, hard. you caught yourself just before you could fall into the water and gave them an icy glare -- it was the one you've seen ajax give his opponents every now and again. it obviously didn't have the same effect, because the boys decided to rush you.

after that...

"after that?" ajax prompts you to continue, but you shake your head. "then, why were you crying? did they hurt you? do i have to intervene? talk to me."

man, if only the fatui knew ajax could look like this. the stern look has long since faded and been replaced by concern. he's pulled out his handkerchief and started wiping your face and hands with such tenderness, you almost forget that he's a harbinger. you tell him the truth. "some locals saw me fighting." you mumble. "they called the millelith and said i just went beserk and started punching them, but they touched me first, ajax! what else was i supposed to do? none of them believed me -- no one helped me, no one stood up for me, i-- i was so alone, and--"

your brother balls up his handkerchief and sits in the chair beside you. his arm wraps around your shoulders and he shushes you as tears begin to fall again. for a while, he just lets you cry. if there's anyone on teyvat who knows what you're feeling, it's ajax.

he sees so much of himself in you. it terrifies him; breaks what's left of his heart into smaller pieces.

a large part of ajax wants to resort to his usual methods. he wants nothing more than to press you for details so he can find the people who hurt you and teach them a lesson, but when he glances at you again, he figures that now is as good a time as any to give it a rest. this isn't a mess he'd ever be able to clean up, and you've been hurt enough; he doesn't want to make it worse.

instead, he drops a gloved hand on your head. "you did a good job," he says with a serene smile. for a split second, you see some light in ajax's eyes. it always happens whenever he speaks to you or your other siblings -- it's one of your favorite sights in the world. "i'm so proud of you."

"but," you frown, "i beat people up."

ajax laughs heartily. "you think i'm gonna be mad at you for fighting someone? me? really? c'mon."

he has a point. he did advise you not to fight, but if it can't be helped, then it can't be helped. you lean your head on his shoulder. "i still made those people hate me."

ajax hums. "well, they're gonna hate you -- hate us -- regardless of what we do. that's just life. i wish i could send you home, kid; i'm sorry you have to go through this because of me."

his voice goes soft at the end. he must be beating himself up about all this. you flex your fingers, hissing when the cuts begin to sting. "i don't wanna go home, ajax. not without you. i can handle this! i guess i just need more practice."

your brother tilts his head down at you, an incredulous smile on his face. "you were just crying because you got in a fight and you're already trying to start another one?" he asks. he nudges you gently off his shoulder and makes his way across the room. he comes back with a first aid kit and kneels in front of you again, taking your hand and starts to treat the wounds. "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were trying to take my job."

you wince when an alcohol pad swipes over your knuckles. "who knows, maybe i'll become the new eleventh harbinger some day."

ajax looks up at you, his eyes flashing. you know that look very well. "is that a challenge?"

"you bet your ass it is!"

"that's my girl. as soon as i'm done with your hands, it's on. clear?"

you nod sharply. "crystal."

✧ (i've never felt so alive <(￣︶￣)> i hope you enjoyed it!!)

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃

"If you want to act like a brat then I'll treat you like one."

"Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you're going, hm? I'm not done with you yet."

"You and this fucking body of yours. Fuck... It drives me crazy."

"I won't let anyone take you from me. You're mine. Mine. Do you understand?"

"Who said you could touch? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a bad girl. Just asking me to punish her."

"Don't let me catch you so easily next time."

"Ooh, someone's a little fiesty. How exciting. You know how I enjoy getting a little rough."

"Push back, c'mon. Give it to me, pretty thing. Give me that pretty cunt."

"Fuck... Don't fucking tease me. It won't end well for you."

"You know better than to disobey, don't you? Or do you want to be a bad girl tonight?"

"Keep testing my patience and see where it gets you."

"A pretty little collar for a pretty little thing."

"Don't worry about them. Keep your eyes on me. I'm fucking you. Not them. Watch me."

"You haunt my entire being. You consume me. Now it's time for me to do the same. Let me devour you."

"You're so wet already. Don't tell me that you get worked up from being watched? What a dirty thing you truly are, hm?"

"Good girl. Just like that. Who's good girl are you?"

"C'mere, let me teach you a lesson since you want to run that fucking mouth of yours."

"Just the tip, baby. Just the tip, I swear to you. Fuck."

"You don't deserve my cock tonight. So if I were you I'd get those hips moving. Maybe if you grind hard enough against me you'll get off."

"Show me how you ride it, sweetheart."

"Don't tell me you're crying already. You wanted me to rough you up a bit, didn't you?"

"Stop your fucking whining and let me fuck you properly."