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Overworked

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Character: Yukio Okumura x gn! Reader

Word Count: 0.8k (816 words)

This fic can also be read on AO3!

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Yukio is overworking himself again, this time to the point of getting sick. When you're called in, will you be able to convince him to take a break?

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:3 No, I have no idea what he'd think of me or that fact.

👉👈 I don't wanna say I'm his complete opposite, but I'm pretty close. I'm older than him, I practice a faith and try to be devout in it, and while I am very accepting of even the oddest of characters (I love outcasts/weirdos/psychos) I'm not fond of liars & immature toxic types.

Yeah, I don't have the nerve to ask someone who RPs as him or writes for him to conjure up for me a scenario of us meeting and learning we share a birthday. I'd like to think at least that would make us friends. And he might be amused that I still stick around him, though I don't always buy what he says, but I don't freak out either cuz I'm mostly reserved. Maybe he'd like to tease me and see what makes me tick. Or we'd really only interact once.

Goodness, I don't know. But he should know our birthday makes us very interesting characters on the inside. Gemini-Cancer cusp ♊♋

There's more behind the surface for both of us ~~

Oh well. 💜 Happy birthday, birthday twin~ 💜

and for the record, my Danganronpa husbandos are:

Ishimaru (DR1) and DR2 Togami ("Twogami")

I also have an.. interesting relationship with Nagito & Teruteru.. and wouldn't object to Monokuma either.

Coming out from the game venue, only you and Chishiya survived the game.

For what seemed like forever, Chishiya stood just outside the game venue, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He did not speak, though that was nothing too out of the ordinary, yet somehow it worried you. There was usually a snarky comment here and there about how stupid the other players were but there was none today.

“Chishiy-”

“AHHHHHHH!”

Just as you called out for him, he suddenly let out a frustrated yell.

He had no interest in life, be it his own or that of others. To be honest, he had been playing the games without a care for whether he came out alive or not, he simply played because he thought it was interesting and entertaining to see others struggle for their lives. Especially when they realised that they were no match for him, and still they fight.

ah yes! after all the angst with Law that has been (and will still come) a little fluffy soff break for this bread-hating gremlin seems fitting! Hope you like this little scenario my drawing kween!! 

A Little Longer - Law x Reader 

It’s always dark in the submarine, the sun unable to penetrate deep enough into the sea to indicate the time of day. You tried keeping a normal schedule by eating and sleeping at the appropriate times, and in general, that was something you succeeded in. It made the days you did not go underwater so much easier to manage, you never got any jetlagged feelings from messing up your rhythm. 

Your boyfriend, however… even if the sun and the moon suddenly grew faces so they could yell in his face which time was appropriate to eat, sleep, and stay awake, he would not do it. Suffering from terrible insomnia, he took every nap his body would allow him to if there were no other duties to be done. He rarely ate regularly, often skipping meals. Not on purpose, but just because he was too focused on a book, a newspaper, a plan, way too deep into his head, thinking and overthinking past, present and future. 

“We should get that looked at.” -Zoro

As a Straw Hat, you were used to toppling corrupt governments, being dragged into untamed wilds, and battling the ever-changing nature of the Grand Line.

Generally speaking, pain and blood were not exactly foreign concepts, especially when your boyfriend was a man like Roronoa Zoro.

Leg pinned under a boulder and still reeling from your head smacking hard into the ground, you wondered if his less-than-stellar medical record was rubbing off on you.

“[Name]!”

Blinking through the spinning pain, you managed to focus on the rather concerned face of said swordsman, who was already slicing the boulder into more manageable chunks.

“Hey, Zoro…” You voiced, tongue strangely numb and uncoordinated, and hissed at a sharp stab of pain when the chunks of rock were lifted off.

“Shit…” Zoro grunted, eyeing the uncomfortable angle of your knee. “We should get that looked at.”

“It’s not that bad…” You argued, shoving upright with a hitch of breath at jostling your quickly-bruising leg. “Just...Just need a stick, or…”

A strangled squeak popped loose at being lifted, automatically grabbing at his shoulders and wincing as he adjusted your injured leg over an elbow.

“What you need is Chopper.” He stated firmly, turning to start walking down the nearest path.

“Alright…” You gave in, resting your aching head on his shoulder. “But you should be going the other way.”

Cursing about how the mountain kept rearranging itself, Zoro turned on a heel and started marching in the other direction as you hid a smile.

“Not that way, either.”

“Damn it!”

“Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.” -Law

To say you were ‘accident-prone’ would be the understatement of the century.

There was even a sign up in the rec room proclaiming how many days it had been since your last visit to the infirmary, and your record so far was three.

“I’m going to start covering you in bubble-wrap.” Law groused, and you frowned at a firm touch to your badly-bruised shoulder, squirming. “Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.”

Following his instructions, you tried not to wiggle or flinch as your captain carefully inspected for broken bone, a dislocated joint, pinched nerves, or whatever else could be trying to hide under the swelling.

“Care to explain how you unmoored an entire bookcase that was bolted to the wall?”

“Luck?” You offered, yelping at a firmer press to the crease of your armpit.

“Every time I take my eyes off you, [Name]-ya, you’ve somehow fallen on something, had something fall on you, or simply toppled over the railing on deck. Which is impressive, since most of what falls is bolted to solid metal. If I let you off the Tang, it would be a disaster.”

“I’m not that bad!” You argued, fingers wiggling to show there was nothing blocking the nerves.

“So that quicksand pit just happened to form spontaneously under your foot on that last island?”

“It was a Devil’s Fruit power, I swear!”

Law rolled his eyes, grabbing up a small tub of salve once his evaluation revealed nothing worse than deep bruising.

“I can’t imagine how you’ve even survived this long with luck like that, [Name]-ya.”

You could only pout in response, stubbornly staring at the wall as he spread the cool balm, and Law released a sigh as the silence settled.

“It can’t be helped.”

Glancing over at that tone, you tried to read the captain’s expression as he wrapped up your shoulder, confused by the faint color he attempted to hide in the shadows of his hat.

“When we make port, you’ll need to stay by my side. As long as you’re with me, I’ll make sure nothing hurts you.”

Heat crept up your face, heart doing a neat flip against constraining ribs, you smiled shyly at the vaguely embarrassed hunch of Law’s shoulders as he worked.

“Whatever you say, captain.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”-Law

When it came to you, there were moments Law questioned his own sanity.

How else could he explain falling in love with a woman that somehow turned things like boiling water and walking across the deck into life-or-death emergencies?

What other explanation was there for putting himself through this?

“[Name]-ya…”

“It wasn’t my fault.” You argued, pouting as he cleaned a scrape on your cheek with an alcoholic swab. “That tree came out of nowhere! And Shachi pushed me!”

“It’s because of Shachi you didn’t somehow impale yourself on a branch.” Law retorted, gently taking your hand to check none of the fingers had been dislocated or broken in the collision.

There was an instinctive twitch, the digits curling inward just slightly, and he was careful while examining the mottled bruising already blossoming up your arm.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”

“Four?” You offered after a moment’s consideration, earning a skeptically-raised brow.

“Your elbow is clearly dislocated.”

“I’ve felt worse.”

“The fact that I believe you is slightly worrying.” Law admitted, noting the swelling was at least not so bad anymore. “Room.”

Your pain tolerance may have been almost as high as Luffy’s, but that hardly meant he should put you through more without good reason.

Levering the joint back into place with his abilities was the work of a few moments, and he secured the splint with everything short of industrial-strength glue to ensure it would stay in place while hopefully preventing any further injury.

“Keep this on for at least three weeks, and try not to fall on it.” He instructed, fitting on a sling before checking the bandages for the other scrapes you had gotten from that ‘unexpected’ meeting with the tree.

“I can do tha-”

Only experience, and a timely Takt, kept you from slipping right off the medical cot onto your face.

“Really, [Name]-ya?”

“It’s slippery up here!”

A squeak escaped you at being scooped up into Law’s arms, who smirked at your surprise as he strode out of the infirmary.

“I suppose I’ll have to keep a close eye on you to be sure there’s no backslide in your recovery.”

“Yeah?” You spoke up, starting to smile. “What do you recommend for that, doctor?”

Opening the door to their shared quarters with a Takt, Law laid you out on the bed, caged in by his arms as heat flashed through you.

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Eiichi:

“Do you want to talk about it?” Guaranteed first words because “Are you okay?” is unnecessary. Wouldn’t leave until S/O admits what’s wrong. Don’t bother making up excuses, he sees through souls with those glasses. When S/O finally confesses and shows him the hate comments they’ve been getting, he’d hug them and tell them that they shouldn’t worry about it. He knew better than anyone what it’s like to get hate comments and nasty rumors, but more than trying to confront them, he’d put his angel’s happiness first and tell them that no matter what others may say, he will always love them. He’d then write on the new HEAVENS blog about how he feels about his S/O and ask the other fans to stop sending hate. S/O was surprised to find it as long as a scientific report, but every word they read made their heart flip.

Van:

Before finding out, he’d try to cheer S/O up by being his Van-full self. It doesn’t work so something’s seriously wrong. “Did something happen? Can I help?” No one can say no to this man’s puppy eyes. When S/O tells him about the comments, he went online and checks on them himself. Yeah, they’re pretty bad. First thing’s first though, he has to bring that sweet smile back to his angel’s face! Funny faces, jokes, tickling... he does everything on the list and will not stop until they laugh full-heartedly. He spends the next few days being absolutely lovey-dovey with his S/O, making them forget all about those comments. The hate is just fueling him at this point. The more comments there are, the more lovey-dovey they get, so ultimately, they can’t lose.

Shion: