Leon Kuwata X Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

Misunderstood By Society (4)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! Gn! Reader

Warnings :Posted here

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The silence between us stretched, heavy but not suffocating. I remained still, keeping a respectful distance, my hands loose at my sides—neither defensive nor threatening.

König hadn’t moved at first, just watching me from beneath his hood. I could feel his stare, could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, analyzing, waiting.

Then, slowly, his large hand reached for the paper cup on the table.

I didn’t react, didn’t make a sound, only kept my posture relaxed as he lifted his hood just enough to expose his mouth. I barely caught a glimpse of his pale skin, the sharp cut of his jawline, before he tipped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.

I made a mental note: Refuses water. Either out of habit or distrust.

Behind the two-way mirror, I could almost hear the stunned silence from Jacobs and the guards. They had expected a fight, a struggle. Instead, they got this—quiet cooperation.

I turned my attention back to König. He had tensed again, his hands gripping the edge of the table like he was waiting for something. A reprimand? A sarcastic comment? I wasn’t sure.

So I did the opposite.

I spoke.

Softly, steadily.

But not about him. Not about his medication. Not about the asylum.

"Back home, I had a neighbor who kept pigeons," I said, keeping my voice even. "He used to feed them by hand every morning, and they’d always come back to him."

König didn’t move. He didn’t respond, either, but he didn’t tell me to shut up.

I continued. "One day, a hawk showed up, and the pigeons wouldn’t land anymore. They were too scared. The neighbor was frustrated, thought they had abandoned him." I exhaled through my nose, a small huff of amusement. "But I told him they weren’t gone. They were just waiting for the hawk to leave."

Another beat of silence. Then—

"What is your point?"

His voice was sharp, edged with something unreadable, and thick with an Austrian accent. His words were clipped, like he wasn’t used to speaking much.

I didn’t react to his tone. Didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen. Instead, I turned slightly, tilting my head at him in mild curiosity.

"My point?" I mused. "Maybe the pigeons aren’t the problem. Maybe the hawk is."

A pause. His grip on the table tightened. I could almost hear the way his teeth clenched behind the fabric of his hood.

"You think I am the hawk?" His words had a bite to them, an almost mocking edge.

I considered that for a moment, then shook my head. "No. I think you’re the one waiting for it to leave."

His breath hitched, just slightly, before he scoffed—sharp and quiet. "You think you are very smart, ja?"

I smiled faintly. "No. Just observant."

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying me, weighing my words.

I didn’t press him. I didn’t need to. Instead, I did something simple—something human.

I extended my hand.

A handshake.

A basic, polite gesture. One that said, I acknowledge you. I see you.

His posture went rigid, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with the gesture. He stared at my outstretched hand like it was something foreign, something unfamiliar.

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then, just as I thought he wouldn’t take it—

His fingers twitched.

And slowly, cautiously, he reached out.

His hand dwarfed mine, rough and scarred, his grip firm but not crushing.

It lasted only a second before he pulled away, retreating slightly like he had just given something away.

I didn’t comment on it. I simply nodded, as if that single moment had said enough.

Behind the mirror, I knew Jacobs was seething, the guards stunned.

But I didn’t care.

I wasn’t here to control König.

I was here to understand him.

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Villain Donnie this, villain Donnie that, what about Villain Leo? I think that guy has potential-

A Mark of a Memory

Cedric x GN! Reader

I HC Cedric to have a back tattoo of Wormwood- .....Like...Genuinely love the thought of it so here's the inspiration. I could not find the artist so if you know them PLEASE TELL ME BC THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL ♡

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered around Cedric’s chamber, casting long shadows across the room. The air was warm, comfortable, filled with the faint scent of aged parchment and brewing potions. Y/N lay sprawled across Cedric’s plush bed, book in hand, idly flipping through pages while awaiting his return from a long day of assisting King Roland.

Cedric sighed, pulling off his robe with practiced ease, the heavy fabric slipping from his shoulders. Y/N glanced up just as he let his vest and button-up fall next, revealing his bare back. Their breath hitched.

There, inked across his pale skin, was an intricate tattoo—a circle of ancient spell symbols wrapping around the center of his back. And within it, a raven, wings spread wide, as though mid-flight.

Y/N sat up, setting the book aside. “Cedric…” Their voice was quiet, reverent, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

Cedric stiffened slightly, a faint shiver running down his spine. “W-what?” He glanced over his shoulder, cheeks already flushing.

Moving closer, Y/N let their fingers lightly trace one of the symbols, marveling at the precision of the design. “I never knew you had a tattoo,” they murmured, letting their fingertips drift toward the raven. The detail was stunning, each feather etched with such care that it almost looked alive.

Cedric swallowed hard, his muscles tensing beneath their touch. “It’s—It’s not exactly something I flaunt,” he stammered, his voice catching as Y/N’s fingertips ghosted over the raven’s wing. “It’s… a remembrance. For Wormwood.”

Y/N’s expression softened. They knew the history between Cedric and his former familiar—how Wormwood had once been his trusted companion before betraying him. To carry that memory so permanently on his skin… it spoke volumes.

Cedric gasped softly as Y/N traced along the edge of the raven, barely suppressing a shudder. “You’re—ah—making this rather difficult,” he muttered, his ears burning.

Y/N chuckled. “Difficult?”

He turned slightly, shooting them a look that was meant to be annoyed but came off more flustered. “I—It tickles,” he admitted, voice laced with something shy, something vulnerable.

Y/N smirked and tugged him toward the bed, guiding him gently until he was laying across their lap, arms folded beneath his chin. “Then let’s make it worse,” they teased, resuming their slow, feather-light tracing.

Cedric groaned into the sheets, but he didn’t protest. His breath hitched when Y/N’s fingers followed the curve of his shoulder blades, dipped along the runic circle, then glided down the spine of the raven. His body melted into their touch, tension unraveling with every lazy caress.

“You’re enjoying this,” Y/N observed, voice full of amusement.

Cedric huffed, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Y/N grinned, leaning down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Good. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Cedric let out a quiet, contented sigh, completely at their mercy. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

yandere headcannons for sbg gang? Maybe a few for their parents(platonically for the parents tho since reader would also be like 14 or smt), reader also went Savanah with the sbg gang and is experiencing the same as the rest of the gang, (if you don't mind, could you also put how the yanderes feel about your parents, you can choose what the readers parents r like, I would prefer it if readers parents lean on the dysfunctional/abusive/neglectful side, but at the end of the day I'm fine with anything! ty!^^)

Yandere HC's School Bus Graveyard

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan + parents(ish)

WARNING: Yandere Themes, violence, manipulation, harsh and controlling themes, the all around yandere per say just not intensely descriptive

I love this request, I did bullet points and everyone has separate hcs except towards the end where its an all together type thing but regardless you can read this as platonically or romantically, however you'd like! (Parent HCs are platonically, almost like over protective parents) The reader is Gender Neutral!! Hope you like it!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Protective: Will go to any lengths to keep the reader safe, especially from their own parents which can sometimes get violent but refuses to let you know about it. With her stealth, she’s able to get rid of any competition outside of the group. That crush you had last week that broke your heart? Oh, they’re missing? What a shame…

 Possessive: Sees the reader as her special friend/partner and doesn't like sharing their attention with others so whenever in the halls, tends to have scary dog privileges and stands close to the reader, scaring any other friends outside the gang away.

- Controlling: Likes to dictate who the reader can talk to and what they can do, under the guise of "protecting them." She can tend to become stalker-ish and since she had good hearing, if she were over at your house she’d overhear the shitty things your parents were saying so she could eventually bring them up to you in conversation and make you turn to her for a source of comfort.

- Manipulative: Uses the reader's need for safety and stability to bind them closer, often playing the role of the "savior." Since the 7 hour nightmare is a shared experience, she likes it better when you stay at her house so she can be there through it all and also to comfort you whenever you both wake up from it. Often offers for you to stay with her and not return home so she can watch over you at night, mostly just watch you.

Tyler:

- Obsessive: Constantly thinks about the reader and wants to be with them all the time. Keeps his eyes on you, don't wander to far from him when you guys are outside of the protective walls, he’ll go berserk. Also uses scary dog privileges and stays very close behind you, similar to Taylor but more so with you and doesn’t let you out of his sight. Ever.

- Jealous: Gets extremely jealous if the reader shows attention to others, even their own friends but learns to deal with it, knowing the group cares just as much as he does but never more than him.

- Idealizing: Puts the reader on a pedestal, believing they can do no wrong. He’s very attentive to their needs and desires. He praises them but in an aggressive, love-bombing type way. “Maybe I'm not smart enough…” He’d scoff and cross his arms ``Oh shut up, you know your grades are better than ours. Stop whining.” But he means well.

- Aggressive: Will lash out at anyone who he perceives as a threat to the reader’s well-being or happiness, including the reader's parents. That mean group of popular kids who laughed when you dropped your books? Yeah now they steer clear of you after Tyler caught them after school and lashed out severely, scaring them shitless.

Taylor:

- Charismatic: Uses charm to gain the reader's trust and affection. She always offers kind words and a big smile so its hard not to believe every word she says, shes so soft and gentle with it all. Is the main source of comfort, especially with the way every night for 7 hours has been going so she puts an arm around you and lets you rest while she watches. Watches the surroundings but also the way your breathing slows down while your near her..

- Stalkerish: Keeps tabs on the reader's whereabouts and activities, often without their knowledge. Literally had taken her and Tyler’s saved allowance to buy a cheap computer and now both take turns on days off from school. Are you at home? Oh your at the store with your shitty mom?? Time to go.

- Deceptive: May present a friendly and supportive facade while subtly isolating the reader from others. Often takes up on getting interested into your hobbies and things you enjoy just to pull you away from the others to talk to you about them and then keep you away for long periods of time.

- Overprotective: Will intervene in the reader's life, especially when it comes to their parents, believing that only she knows what's best for them. Calls on Tyler for brute force if ever needed while she holds you and tells you your safer with them. With her.

Aiden:

- Calm and Calculating: Observes the reader's life and plans ways to integrate himself more deeply into it. Very sneaky  about it but if you were to notice, it’d probably just look like his usual creepy behavior and would brush it off with his signature smile if you brought it up.

- Emotionally Manipulative: Uses the reader's vulnerabilities, like their troubled family situation, to create dependency on him. The phantom realm puts alot of stress on your shoulders but its okay! Aiden is right there to help you. Call him crying about it or show up on his doorstep and he’ll draw you in with love-bombing and telling you that he is all you need.

- Possessive: Feels a need to be the most important person in the reader's life and will remove any obstacles to that. He is one of the more skilled yanderes aside from Ashlynn and probably Ben. He’s got the good “I can play Psycho Killer’ tendencies and works well when he’s got the energy to take out any person he deems a threat to the reader. He singles out everyone else and inserts himself into situations or conversations often so you think about him more.

- Devoted: Will go to extreme lengths to "rescue" the reader from their abusive or neglectful parents, offering a new family with the gang. Can and will buy you things that you want or need so you rely on him and slowly come to him more. Constantly sticking close and trying to protect you from any Phantoms wandering near you. You get a scratch though? Yeah they won’t be around once he finds them.

Ben:

- Fixated Has an intense focus on the reader, wanting to know everything about them. Has a separate notebook full of pages about things he knows about you and everything you’ve told him. Its literally an unhealthy obsession at its finest.

- Unpredictable: His mood can swing between loving and harsh, depending on how close the reader is to him. Since he’s usually quiet, he likes to stay closer to you, especially in the phantom realm. If anything, humans and phantoms alike, were to become a threat to you? Its like his past hits like whiplash and he’s killing whatever threatens you in the first place. Now, with people he's more discrete but he tends to seek comfort after he manages to kill a Phantom and you happen to see it.

- Guilt-Inducing: Often makes the reader feel guilty for trusting their parents.’’ Why believe all the lies they tell. Is what I’m doing for you not good enough?? I thought you trusted me..’ would be the message you receive after venting about your parents but claiming they still loved you and you loved them. 

- Self-Sacrificing: Will do anything, even put himself in harm's way, to protect the reader from their parents and others. Countless times has he gotten caught in the cross-fire of trying to keep Phantoms from grabbing you. Gets fired up easily over anything getting too close to you but tries to keep his cool. He doesn’t want to scare you..

Logan:

- Gentle but Firm: Appears kind and understanding but can be strict about keeping the reader close. He keeps a soft tone but makes sure to be strict when the reader starts to sway back to their parents. “No it’s not safer there, I promise we can keep you safer..”

- Loyal: Deeply loyal to the reader and expects the same in return. Can become upset if the reader tries to distance themselves. Proves to be loyal by helping you with anything whether it be schoolwork, chores or even tasks before going into the Phantom realm.

- Protective: Has a strong desire to shield the reader from their dysfunctional family, often offering a "better home" with him and the gang. Constantly tries to persuade you by talking about how peaceful the garden is and all the plants and everything he helps take care of that you could see.

- Secretive: May hide his more intense feelings and actions, presenting himself as the "voice of reason" among the group but alerts the brutes if he notices things are off with you. He sees someone bothering you in the hall? Reports to Ash and that person is gone. Someone tripped you and laughed? He barely nudged Ben before it was taken care of. He’s like the messenger and is like your guardian to keep you safe, so safe from everything.

~The Group's Parents as Yanderes (Platonically)

Ashlynn's Parents:

- Overbearing: Makes jokes about wanting to "adopt" the reader into their family, offering them a better life than their own parents provide and stating it was a worriful joke.

- Invasive: Often pry into the reader's personal life and family situation, justifying it as concern so your not suspicious about the questions.

- Possessive: Believes the reader would be better off with them and might try to convince them to stay over more frequently, roping Ashlynn into trying to convince you to stay so your safe.

The Twin’s Mom

- Supportive: Offer emotional and sometimes financial support, wanting to become the reader's new support system.

- Manipulative: Subtly encourages the reader to distance themselves from their own parents, painting them as unworthy.

- Controlling: May attempt to take over the role of the reader's guardian, believing they know what's best for the reader so small acts of service like packing lunch or getting small articles of clothing since yours has blood stains or tears in them.

- Charismatic: Are friendly and welcoming, making the reader feel at home with them, constantly wanting you to feel comfortable and at home.

- Judgmental: Often criticize the reader's parents, emphasizing their own family's superiority just to change your mindset and how you see them.

- Encouraging: Pushes the reader to confide in them about their family issues, offering to "step in" whenever necessary.

Aiden's Parents/ Ben’s guardians

- Calm and Nurturing: Provide a stable and peaceful environment, contrasting with the reader's chaotic home life, explaining whats theirs is yours.

- Possessive: Feel a need to "rescue" the reader and integrate them into their family permanently.

- Protective: Actively works to shield the reader from their own parents' influence, sometimes through legal means.

- Loving: Shows an overwhelming amount of affection towards the reader, wanting to make up for the love they lack at home wether its through acts of service or gift giving.

- Overly Involved: Want to be involved in every aspect of the reader's life, including their relationship with their parents.

- Persistent: Keep offering the reader a place in their family, even if the reader hesitates and tries to rope Ben and Aiden to help do the same, pressuring you in a loving way.

Logan's Grandparents:

- Gentle and Understanding: Present themselves as a safe haven for the reader, understanding their struggles, offering gentle nature and helping hands to the reader's chaos.

- Supportive: Offer help and guidance, often encouraging the reader to stay with them so they can help and be there for them more.

- Protective: Will go to great lengths to keep the reader safe, including intervening in their family situation and acting as messengers to the group, including their guardians as well.

~Yandere Group's Feelings Toward Reader's Dysfunctional Parents and How They'd Help

~ General Feelings: The gang collectively despises the reader's parents for being neglectful, abusive, or dysfunctional. They see the reader's parents as unworthy and harmful, and they feel a strong desire to protect the reader from them.

~Helping the Reader:

  - Ashlynn: Would try to physically remove the reader from their home, offering her own house as a sanctuary.

  - Tyler: Would aggressively speak harshly about the readers parents, Taylor helping alongside him to alter your way of thinking so highly of them.

  - Taylor: Would manipulate situations to make the reader's parents look worse, encouraging the reader to rely more on her.

  - Aiden: Would provide a calm, safe space and work on legal ways to help the reader distance themselves from their parents.

  - Ben: Would emotionally support the reader, offering a listening ear and trying to become their main source of comfort.

  - Logan: Would offer practical solutions, like helping the reader find a new place to live or getting them into counseling, all while subtly keeping them close.

Each member of the gang would take a different approach to help the reader, but all would be united in their determination to remove the reader from their harmful home environment and keep them close within the gang's protective circle as their parents/guardians act as the protective outer circle.

I would like to add onto this-

Explaining plans to do evil things to his birdie... THE EYES???? 9/10

Learning a Lil something new I guess, ain't he just a cutie tho?? 8.5/10

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, would you?" Face??? MMMMM Yes. 7.9999999999/10

He is serving sass. That's it. Broad, confident, SASS. 10/10 all the way

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I highkey need cedric photos and memes in my life rn por favor 🥺❤️

Memes? They will come shortly. Photos? I’ll show you some of my select favourites!! 

First we have the sneaky whisper™ which is an easy 10/10 for me. Look at the side lean, the raise of his eyebrow and that SMIRK THAT SIDE SMIRK THE LITTLE CURL IN HIS LIPS OH MY GOD. 

this one’s a gif but absolute nerds who pretend to know what they’re talking about when they actually don’t but having the utmost confidence with a stupid grin on their face while doing it will always be my kryptonite 8/10.

...do I need to explain this one? 9/10

Cedric was honestly That Bitch for season 1 and most of season 2 and I loved it 10/10

baby boy.. just... baby <3 11/10

I didn’t know you write for Cursed Princess Club now, that’s exciting! Would you write for Syrah? If so, would you be able to write Syrah trying to find ways to use her curse to help or have fun? Since the ending of the series and seeing how she used her nose as a weapon, maybe she could use it for helping outside of fighting. I hope this is alright to request. Thank you for taking time to hear my request out 🙂

What If...

Syrah (CPC) Idea/short story

Yesss! I love Syrah, she cracked me up through the story, she was one of my favorites. I'm sorry if this is too short and that it took so so long to post! I've got 5 other requests on the way as well!! Again, im sorry if it's too short but I feel like these ideas would be super cute :(

-Writer Icy<3

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Syrah stood in front of her mirror, staring at her long nose. It had always been a source of insecurity, but recently, after realizing she could use it as a weapon, she started to wonder what else it might be good for. She had been telling the “Im fine” Fib but her nose was betraying her so she decided to think of a way to put it into good fun.

"Okay, Syrah," she said to herself, determination shining in her eyes. "Time to turn this curse into something fun and helpful!"

The Ring Toss Idea

She wandered outside to the palace garden, where Gwen was playing with a small group of children, looking for something to do. Inspiration struck her. Syrah quickly grabbed a few rings from a nearby game set and walked over to the kids. With her nose already long enough, this should be a piece of cake! "Hey, how about we play a new game?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The kids looked at her, intrigued. "What game?" one of them asked.

"Ring toss!" Syrah grinned. "But with a twist."

She bent her nose slightly upward and held the rings up to each. The children gasped in awe as they realized what she was planning. Syrah stood still, her nose acting as the perfect post, and the children took turns tossing rings onto it. Laughter filled the garden as the rings landed one after another, some falling off, others staying on. "This is so much fun!" a little girl exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. Syrah beamed, feeling a sense of pride and happiness she hadn't experienced in a long time. "See? My nose isn't just for show!"

The Crochet Experiment

Later that day, Syrah found herself in her room, thinking about what else she could do with her curse. As she sat down on her bed, her eyes looked around her as if responding to some subconscious thought as they landed on a ball of yarn. "Wait a minute..." she muttered, an idea forming in her mind. She grabbed some yarn and a crochet hook from her crafting supplies and began experimenting. 

Since her nose was already extended, she carefully used it to loop the yarn, creating a surprisingly neat chain of stitches. "Hmm, I think I’m onto something here!" Syrah said, smiling to herself. She spent the next few hours practicing, and by the end of the day, she had managed to crochet a small, albeit slightly wonky, scarf. It was far from perfect, but Syrah was thrilled with her progress. "I can't believe it! Who knew my nose could be so useful for crafting?" 

Over the next few days, Syrah continued to find creative uses for her curse. Whether it was helping her friends of the club with chores, making new friends with fun games, or crafting unique items for her loved ones, she was determined to prove that her curse could be a blessing in disguise. With every new discovery, Syrah grew more confident, learning to embrace her curse not as a flaw, but as a unique and valuable part of who she was.

Misunderstood By Society (3)

Asylum Patient! König x GN! Doctor! Reader

Warnings⚠️: Posted here

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The quiet hum of my apartment felt almost unnatural after the weight of the asylum. The dim glow of my desk lamp cast long shadows as I flipped through König’s file, the pages slightly worn from being handled so many times.

I had read through his basics already—his history of violence, his refusal to remove his hood, his resistance to treatment—but it wasn’t until I dug deeper into his medication list that my brows furrowed.

Several of his prescriptions made sense—antipsychotics, mood stabilizers, anti-anxiety medications—but a few names stood out.

{High doses of sedatives. Heavy tranquilizers.}

I muttered to myself, running a finger down the list. “Were they trying to sedate him or tranquilize him?”

I had seen this before. In facilities like Winchester, when a patient became too “difficult,” the solution was often chemical restraint rather than actual treatment. But König wasn’t an animal to be put down when he got too aggressive—he was a man. A man with a fractured mind, one that had been pushed to the point of breaking.

Sighing, I leaned back in my chair and scrubbed a hand down my face. I’d figure that out later. For now, I needed to prepare.

I got up, threw a microwave dinner into the machine, and let it spin while I grabbed my notebook. König’s file had listed his three biggest diagnoses—**PTSD, Severe Anxiety, and Bipolar Disorder.** None of them were uncommon for someone with a history like his, but combined with past military experience and hallucinations? It was a volatile mix.

I started writing.

PTSD:

- Triggers can vary (sounds, environments, smells).

- Hypervigilance—may react aggressively if startled.

- May experience flashbacks—important to ground them in the present.

- Do not corner or restrain without necessity—could escalate panic.

Severe Anxiety:

- Constant state of heightened awareness.

- Likely has difficulty trusting others—especially in a place like this.

- Resistance to medication may stem from paranoia.

- Routines might help stabilize his mood.

Bipolar Disorder:

- Mood swings—manic episodes vs. depressive episodes.

- Manic: Impulsive behavior, possible aggression.

- Depressive: Withdrawal, possible suicidal ideation.

- Medication regulation is critical.

I tapped the pen against my notepad, thinking. König wasn’t just violent—he was reactive. His entire life, he had been treated as a monster, as something to be subdued rather than understood. It wasn’t surprising that he lashed out.

The mircowave beeped, but I barely noticed it, my mind too focused on the task ahead. If I was going to handle this right, I needed to know what not to do.

What NOT to do around König:

- Sudden movements or loud noises—could trigger defensive aggression.

- Forced eye contact—may make him feel challenged or threatened.

- Overuse of restraints—will increase distrust and worsen anxiety.

- Talking down to him—he’s not *stupid*, and treating him like a child will only piss him off.

- Forcing medication—there has to be a reason he refuses it. Find out why.

I exhaled, closing the notebook.

Tomorrow was going to be my first session with König. I wasn’t walking into this blind.

I was going to be prepared.

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The asylum always felt colder in the mornings. Maybe it was just the old building settling, or maybe it was something else—something deeper. Either way, I felt it in my bones as I made my way to the lockers, stopping when I saw Miss. Nessi leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

"Morning," she greeted, offering me a small but knowing smile.

"Morning," I replied, twisting open my locker and grabbing my things. "Anything I should know before I see him?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Jacobs is already in there."

I paused, my fingers gripping the edge of my clipboard a little tighter. "Of course he is."

"Be careful," Nessi murmured, lowering her voice. "You ever notice how some of the staff here act like they enjoy this place a little too much?" I glanced at her, noting the concern in her eyes. She was right. There were people here who weren’t just desensitized to the work—they thrived in it. Jacobs was one of them.

I gave her a nod, silently assuring her I’d be fine before heading to König’s restricted wing.

The moment I stepped inside, I knew something was wrong.

König was restrained, held down by two guards, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring. His breathing was sharp and uneven, chest rising and falling with barely contained rage. Jacobs stood in front of him, holding a small paper cup filled with pills.

"You gonna take 'em, or are we gonna have to *help* you again?" Jacobs taunted, his voice laced with amusement. "Come on, big guy. Open up."

König didn’t move. His hood obscured most of his face, but even from here, I could feel the intensity of his glare.

I flipped through my notebook, skimming my own notes. "Intimidation tactics don’t work," I said aloud, not bothering to hide my disapproval. "Neither does *antagonizing* the patient, but I guess that’s too much to ask."

Jacobs turned, his cocky smirk faltering slightly. "Oh, look, the new doc finally showed up." I didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, I met his gaze with a calm but firm stare. "Leave."

Jacobs scoffed. "Excuse me?"

"You’re excused," I replied evenly. "I’ll be handling his medication today." Jacobs’ jaw tightened. "You’re new. You don’t know how things work around here." I smiled, sharp and polite. "I know enough to recognize unprofessional behavior when I see it. Now, leave."

For a moment, I thought he’d argue, but something in my expression must have told him I wasn’t budging. He rolled his eyes and stepped back, shoving the cup into my hands before walking off with an irritated huff. I turned to the guards. "Out."

One of them hesitated. "Doctor, we’re required to—"

"—Stay out." My voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "You’re not helping."

They exchanged looks but, eventually, backed away. The heavy doors clicked shut behind them, leaving just me and König in the room.

I finally exhaled, looking up at him. His breathing was still uneven, but now that Jacobs and the guards were gone, it wasn’t as ragged. His shoulders remained tense, but his fists had loosened slightly.

I took a slow, deliberate step forward. "They always treat you like that?"

Silence.

I held up the cup of pills. "I read your file. I know you don’t like taking these. I’m not going to force you. But if we’re going to work together, I need to understand *why* you refuse them." König didn’t speak, but he was listening. That was a start.

I placed the cup on the small table beside us, keeping my movements slow and non-threatening. "I’ll leave these here. Your choice. No threats. No force." I took a step back, giving him space.

"Can I take these off?" I gestured to the restraints. His fingers curled slightly, muscles twitching, but he gave a small nod. Carefully, I reached for the straps, undoing them one by one.

As the last restraint fell away, König didn’t move. He just *watched* me. For the first time since I walked in, I met his gaze, though his face remained shadowed beneath his hood.

"I’m Dr. Y/N," I said softly. "And I'll be taking care of you."

mnt x reader competition 💚🐢

Ahhh!! Stumbled across the prompts and got excited- I've been dying for some angst, recently going through a situationship problem myselllfff sooo we read about turtles to cope :)

Anyway, this is a Once Leo x Y/n to Raph x Y/n

Yknow...the old "He was first but the brother was better" type situation

My prompt:

"So what, you're just moving on from us and talking to this other person?" "We were never official."

@dancingdonatello

I've entered the competition, idc if I win, I just wanted an excuse to put this out before the other requests I have :')

Anywayyyy, Enjoy!

-Writer Icy♡

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The lair had always been a place of comfort for Y/N. From the cold, damp walls to the faint hum of the sewers, it was a place where they felt safe. Especially when they were with Leo.

It hadn’t always been like this, though. There was a time when the two of them shared moments—quiet cuddle sessions on the couch after long patrols, Leo’s arm wrapped securely around their waist, his cheek resting on top of their head. He had a way of making them feel safe, grounding them in a world that often felt overwhelming. They could still feel the warmth of his lips from when they would kiss, gentle and full of promises. They had spent nights talking until the early hours, Leo’s soft voice guiding them through his favorite episodes of Space Heroes. It was their thing, something only they shared.

They were never officially dating, but they were something. Or at least, Y/N had thought they were.

But everything started to shift when Danielle showed up.

April had introduced Danielle to the turtles, a mutual friend from school. At first, it seemed harmless. Danielle was friendly, bright, and curious about their world. Y/N didn’t think much of it. Leo was kind to everyone; it was one of the things they loved about him. But soon, those quiet moments Y/N used to have with Leo… they noticed them slipping away.

Y/N had come to the lair, expecting another night of *Space Heroes* marathons or watching Leo train in the dojo, only to find him sitting with Danielle instead. Danielle, laughing at something Leo said. Danielle, watching him while he trained, her eyes following his every move the way Y/N’s used to. Danielle, joining him on patrols—patrols that used to be reserved for Y/N and Leo.

It was like watching their memories play out with someone else in their place. *Déjà vu*, but it stung deeper with every passing day. No longer did they feel like the person Leo sought out at the end of a long day. Instead, Danielle was now in those places—sharing the moments Y/N had once cherished.

Y/N told themself not to care. After all, Leo and them were never official. But that didn’t stop the sinking feeling in their chest every time they saw them together. Every time they caught a glimpse of Danielle laughing at one of his jokes or sitting beside him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The breaking point came at a Halloween party hosted by April. The lair was decorated with makeshift pumpkins, glowing orange lights strung around the walls. It was meant to be a fun night—a distraction. Y/N had dressed up in a simple costume, determined to try and enjoy themself, even with the weight of everything going on with Leo.

But then they saw it.

Across the room, Leo and Danielle were talking, standing far too close for comfort. Danielle reached up to adjust the ninja headband Leo had worn with his costume, fingers brushing his cheek with a familiarity that made Y/N’s stomach twist. It was the kind of moment that should have been theirs—another stolen fragment of their past.

Y/N’s heart clenched as they turned away, the party’s music and chatter becoming nothing but background noise. They didn’t stay long after that, leaving the lair with a heavy heart.

That night, after everyone had gone home and the lair fell silent, Y/N confronted Leo. The tension had been building for weeks, and it finally snapped.

"So, what, you're just moving on from us and talking to this other person?" Y/N’s voice trembled, their hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Leo stood there, arms crossed, a defensive edge to his posture. “Y/N… we were never official.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat, their heart hammering painfully in their chest. “That’s what you’re going to say? After everything we’ve been through, that’s what you’re going to throw at me?”

Leo’s face was stoic, unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it, Leo?” Y/N’s voice rose, the hurt spilling out in waves. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just replaced me with Danielle like it was nothing. You used to talk to me, spend time with me—now it’s like I don’t even exist.”

Leo took a step forward, his brow furrowed. “I didn’t replace you, Y/N. It’s just… things change.”

Y/N shook their head, stepping back, away from him. “You’re right. Things *did* change. You stopped caring.”

Without waiting for a response, they turned and walked away, the sting of his words and the emptiness of their broken bond echoing in their chest. The door to the lair closed behind them with a soft thud, but the sound felt final.

Days passed, and Y/N did their best to avoid Leo. It was easier said than done, given that they both moved in the same circles, but they found comfort in an unexpected place: Raphael.

Raph had always been the opposite of Leo—fiery, rough around the edges, and unapologetically himself. But in those days following the fight, he was the one who made them feel like they still mattered. His gruff humor, the way he stood by their side when they needed someone, without any expectations. And before Y/N knew it, something deeper began to bloom between them.

It wasn’t long before Leo noticed. He caught sight of them training together one night, Raph standing close, guiding Y/N’s movements with an intensity that made Leo’s chest tighten. They weren’t just friends anymore—it was clear in the way Raph looked at them, the way Y/N smiled in his presence. It was a connection that Leo had let slip through his fingers.

He confronted Raph, jealousy boiling over in his veins. “You’re really going to do this? After everything?”

Raph didn’t hold back. “You dropped them, Leo. I didn’t.”

Leo opened his mouth to argue, but Raph cut him off. “You had your chance, and you blew it. You let them slip away because you couldn’t figure out what you wanted. That’s on you.”

Leo clenched his fists, frustration and regret warring inside him. He wanted to say something, to fight for Y/N now that they were gone, but it was too late. He could see it in the way Raph and Y/N stood together—the ease, the connection.

Danielle had faded into the background, uninterested now, but that didn’t matter. Leo had already lost the one person he truly cared about.

And watching them with Raph, happy in a way they hadn’t been with him in weeks, was a punishment far worse than he could have imagined.

The Lair was quiet, the sound of the television barely audible in the background as Raph stalked across the room, his fists clenched tight. He could feel the tension building in his muscles, the frustration from earlier still bubbling beneath the surface. Leo was standing near the dojo, his back turned as if to dismiss the argument they had started just moments ago.

Raph couldn’t let it go. Not this time.

“So, that’s it, huh?” Raph growled, his voice cutting through the stillness. “You’re just gonna act like nothing’s wrong?”

Leo turned slowly, his face calm, but Raph could see the strain in his eyes. “Raph, I’m not doing this right now,” he said, his tone carefully measured. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Nothing?” Raph took a step closer, his fists tightening. “*Nothing?* You’ve been riding me for weeks now, all ‘cause you can’t stand seein’ me with Y/N.”

Leo’s calm exterior cracked for a moment, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about that.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” Raph’s voice rose, his frustration spilling out. “Ever since I started seein’ Y/N, you’ve been actin’ like I stole somethin’ from you. You’re jealous, Leo. Admit it.”

“I’m not jealous,” Leo snapped, his voice rising to match Raph’s. “I just think you’re being reckless.”

“Reckless?” Raph laughed bitterly. “Reckless is lettin’ them go in the first place. You had ‘em, Leo, and you let ‘em slip away.”

Leo’s face hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. “We weren’t anything official. We never *were,* Raph. It’s not like I broke some unspoken rule.”

Raph’s nostrils flared, the bitterness of Leo’s words hitting a raw nerve. “You didn’t need some damn label to know what you had! And now that they’re with me, you can’t handle it.”

Leo took a step forward, his calm exterior completely shattered. “This has nothing to do with handling it! You don’t get it, do you? You think this is just some competition? Like it’s about winning?”

Raph’s eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as he stood his ground. “No, Leo. It’s about how you treated Y/N like they didn’t matter, and now you’re pissed ‘cause they found someone who makes ‘em feel like they do.”

Leo’s fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with anger. “I never treated Y/N like they didn’t matter.”

“Then why’d you push ‘em away?” Raph shot back. “Why’d you let Danielle come in and take all the moments you used to have? Y/N didn’t deserve that, and you know it.”

For a moment, Leo faltered, the guilt flickering across his face. But it was quickly replaced by a cold resolve. “I did what I thought was best.”

“Best for who?” Raph demanded, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Best for you, or best for Y/N? ‘Cause from where I’m standin’, you only cared about yourself.”

Leo’s eyes flared with anger, his voice rising again. “And what, you think you’re the hero now? You think just because you’re with Y/N, everything’s fine? You don’t get it, Raph. You don’t understand what it’s like to have to make these kinds of decisions.”

Raph’s temper snapped. “What I understand is that you messed up, Leo! You had Y/N, and you let ‘em down. And now, you can’t stand that they’re happy with me.”

Leo’s face darkened, his chest heaving as he tried to control the storm of emotions swirling inside him. “You don’t know anything about what Y/N and I had,” he hissed, stepping even closer to Raph.

Raph didn’t back down, his eyes blazing with anger. “I know enough to see that you never fought for ‘em. You didn’t try. And now you’re stuck watchin’ from the sidelines, and it’s killin’ you.”

Leo’s hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, it looked like he might swing at Raph. But instead, he just stared at him, his voice low and filled with resentment. “You think you’re better than me?”

Raph’s eyes never wavered, his voice steady and cold. “I ain’t better than you, Leo. But I sure as hell know how to fight for someone who matters to me.”

For a long moment, they just stood there, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Neither of them willing to back down, neither of them willing to break the silence.

Finally, Leo took a step back, his face a mask of frustration and hurt. “You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you, Raph?”

Raph shrugged, his expression hard. “Maybe I do. Maybe I just know what’s real.”

Leo stared at him for a moment longer, his jaw tight, before he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Raph standing there, breathing heavily, his heart still pounding from the confrontation.

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Raph’s hands were still shaking when he slammed the door to his room, his mind replaying the fight with Leo over and over. But as soon as he saw Y/N sitting on his bed, their eyes filled with worry, his anger faded into something else—something softer, but no less intense.

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand over his neck, trying to ease tension. He hadn’t wanted them to see that. To hear it. But it was too late now.

His chest heaved as he tried to calm down, the heat of his latest fight with Leo still burning under his skin. He rubbed his temples, cursing under his breath. It was always the same argument—

It didn’t help that the moment he stepped inside, he saw Y/N sitting on his bed, their eyes wide with guilt. The tension in the room shifted instantly, and Raph’s heart sank. They had heard everything.

“Raph…” Y/N’s voice was soft, laced with the same guilt he could see written across their face. “I didn’t mean to cause all this…”

Raph’s muscles tensed, frustration still lingering in his tone as he threw his hands up. “Don’t,” he said, his voice harsher than he intended. “Don’t go blamin’ yourself for any of this, Y/N.”

But the way Y/N’s shoulders slumped, the way they hugged themselves as if trying to hold back tears—it made Raph’s frustration turn inward. He wasn’t mad at Y/N. He was mad at Leo for making them feel this way. He was mad at himself for letting it affect them.

“Look,” he started again, this time softer, his hands dropping to his sides. “This ain’t your fault, okay? Leo’s just… he’s jealous. That’s all.”

Y/N looked up at him, their voice trembling. “But I didn’t want to come between you two. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Raph crossed the room in a few steps, sitting beside them on the bed, the anger draining from him as he saw the pain in their eyes. His hands came up to cup their face, rough but steady, forcing them to meet his gaze. “Listen to me. Me and Leo fight. It’s what we do. We’ve been fightin’ since we were kids, and it ain’t gonna stop just because of this. But what we have—” his voice softened, the rough edges melting away, “what we have is real.”

Y/N looked at him, searching his face for the truth, still uncertain. “But what if—what if you regret it? What if I’m just a rebound or something?”

Raph’s brows furrowed, and a low growl escaped him. “You think you’re some rebound?” He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. “Leo screwed up, alright? He let you go. But that don’t mean you’re replaceable. Not to me. Never to me.”

He saw the doubt flickering in Y/N’s eyes, so he did what he knew best—he broke the tension. “You seriously think I’d risk getting chewed out by Leo just for a fling?” He smirked, his usual cocky grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I got better taste than that.”

A soft laugh escaped Y/N, and Raph felt the tension lift just a little. “There’s that smile,” he teased, nudging them with his shoulder. “See? Told ya I’d cheer you up.”

Y/N shook their head, a small smile pulling at their lips, but their eyes were still clouded with doubt. “You really mean it, Raph? I’m not just some… phase?”

Raph’s smirk faded into something more serious, his green eyes locking with theirs. He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Y/N’s, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “I don’t do phases. I don’t do half-measures either. If I’m in, I’m all in.”

Before Y/N could respond, Raph’s lips were on theirs, firm and passionate, pouring everything he couldn’t put into words into that one kiss. His hands slid around their waist, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss as if to prove just how real this was. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t fleeting. It was filled with a quiet intensity, the kind that burned deep, steady and sure.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Raph pressed his lips to their forehead, his arms still wrapped protectively around them. “You’re not goin’ anywhere,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with certainty. “And I’m not lettin’ you go.”

Y/N leaned into him, their head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as they let his words sink in. They could feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms holding them close, and in that moment, all the doubts began to fade away.

Raph shifted, lying back on the bed, pulling Y/N with him until they were tucked against his side, his arm draped over their shoulders. “You’re mine, Y/N. And I don’t care what Leo says or does, he ain’t changin’ that.”

Y/N curled closer, their body fitting perfectly against his, the warmth of his skin chasing away the cold lingering from their earlier fears. Raph pressed a kiss to the top of their head, his hand gently running up and down their arm in a soothing rhythm.

“You got nothin’ to worry about,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’re not replaceable. Not to me. You’re the real deal.”

Y/N looked up at him, their eyes shining with something close to relief, and Raph smiled down at them, his thumb brushing gently over their cheek. “Now,” he said, his voice soft but teasing, “you gonna stop worryin’ and just enjoy this, or do I need to keep kissin’ you till you do?”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound making Raph’s chest swell with pride. “I think I’ll be okay,” they whispered, though the smile on their face said they wouldn’t mind the extra kisses.

Raph chuckled, pulling them even closer as they settled into the comforting quiet of the room. He held them tight, making a silent promise to himself. He’d never let Y/N feel like they weren’t enough. Not after everything they’d been through.

And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, Raph knew one thing for certain—he was never letting them go.

Thank you for the Syrah request! It turned out very cute! She's my favorite character so it made me happy to see some writing about her. Your writing is very wholesome!

*sobbing* Thank you so much, I'm so so glad people enjoy my writing!! I am still in the process of getting through more requests while also doing college classes and work so it may take time but I appreciate everyone being so so patient :') ♡

-Writer Icy♡

HE WAS AT MY WORK. WHY-

This is an announcement that I'm officially going to be writing for Sonic and Gravity Falls!

I do have several requests in the works/drafts atm!! I've been busy and trying to get these done so I can post them at once and I appreciate you all being so patient!! ♡

That's all!!

-Writer Icy♡♡