#･ †▐░▒ time for the humans to converse ╱ ooc replies･

[juniperstale]

think i like you, best when you're just with me — ashlyn, aiden, taylor

⋆ jealousy they feel even though you're not dating [ . . . gn!reader, sfw, lowercase intended little angsty but fluff at the end, jealousy, aiden calls reader a bbg as a joke but im still considering this gn, reader is described as attractive (ashlyn), reader is described as pretty (aiden), cursing, taylor is very ooc . . . ]

ASHLYN is someone who is very in tune with her emotions. she's very well connected with herself and knows immediately when she likes you. that doesn't mean she'll tell you though. as the leader, she believes it to be her job to keep the entire group safe and that means not getting into a relationship with you as to focus on the major problem at hand. unfortunately, that doesn't stop her from getting dejected at the sight of you being flirted with.

you are attractive, everyone can agree on that. and you are not hers, that is a plain fact. yes, you two flirt sometimes, but that doesn't matter because she immediately stops and walks away when she feels things are getting too real. it's only to protect you, after all. maybe, after this was all done and over with, you two could be happy, together, in a relationship, as a couple.

her eyebrows furrow as she watches the scene in front of her unfold. she was clearly disgusted, her already mean rbf becoming ten times worse.

"okay well your shirt just looks really nice!" the stranger complimented as you looked down at her, a warm smile resting on your face. ashlyn was beside you the entire time, her arms crossed as she glared at the stranger. "thank you, thank you! well, it was nice to meet you-" you were tryng to end the conversation as quickly as you could so you could get back to hanging out with ashlyn who you could tell was frustrated. "ah! wait before you go could i have your instagram? number even?" the question caught you off guard but before you could respond ashlyn did so for you. her heart burned at such a question, even though you weren't hers, she was used to people just assuming you two were in a relationship when you were together and backing off of you. she was frustrated, no furious, that someone dared to make a move on you, her face contorting from her rbf to a scowl. "no." she replied for you, coldly, grabbing your hand and turning around as she sped off with you.

once you were at a far enough location, you were quick to question her. "what was that about ash?" you asked sincerely as you sat next to her on the bench, watching passerby's go about their lives. "you know what it was about." she responded quickly, avoiding eye contact as you let out a sigh. "i don't get it, if you like me you'd ask me out like the others, no?" you questioned again as she turned to look at you. "if you want to be in a relationship just say yes to 'the others,' no?" she questioned back as it became your turn to avoid her gaze. you stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting out a small, "i only want you though." with her super human hearing, she obviously heard you clearly, the tips of her ears turning a pretty shade of pink as she looks down at her feet, than back up at you, a sudden boost of confidence taking over her as her hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

"trust me, the moment i can, i will."

if there is one word to describe AIDEN, it would not be quitter. from the moment he laid his eyes on you, you were his; to him and everyone around the two of you. he courted you relentlessly, flirting with you, buying you expensive gifts, dropping you off to your classes, picking you up. honestly people at your school eventually just assumed that it was no longer courting but that you were actually in an official relationship. and aiden was happy with that assumption, it only bothered him that strangers didn't also think so.

going to the nearest gas station, you and aiden decided to pick up snacks for yourselves and the rest of the group as an apology for being late. while at the cash register, you couldn't help but notice the nervous worker looking at you up at down as you took the items out your basket for him to scan. "is something the matter?" you ask him, to which he only blushes and shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you while scanning all the snacks you were purchasing. you look down to grab your wallet which aiden stops you from doing by grabbing your arm, giving you a wink while whispering a joking "i gotchu, don't worry my baby girl." you only hit him back, a small laugh escaping you lips as you shake your head no before making eye contact with the cashier once more.

"you're so pretty." your eyes widen as aidens head practically shoots up to glare at the poor cahier whose thoughts accidently fell out of his mouth as words. "excuse you?" aiden questions as he swipes his card. "oh im so sorry! i didn't mean to say that!" he fumbles nervously, confirming aidens payment and grabbing bags as he clumsily places the snacks in. "it's totally fine! don't worry about it," you can't help but giggle at his behavior, watching the cashiers eyes grow even wider and blush get darker as he hands aiden the bags, wishing you a good rest of your day. you (and aiden) feel his eyes on you, watching you exit the store as you turn slightly, raising your hand to send him a goodbye wave but aiden grabs your hand before you can, effectively dragging you out of the store and to ashlyns place.

the walk was quiet and the atmosphere between the two of you were thick once you were reunited with the rest of the group. you all worked on your project a bit and argued over what the best next move to make would be before deciding to go to sleep. to your surprise, aiden still took his spot next to you as the entire group fell into a short slumber. unfortunately for you, the events of the day were still playing in your mind, causing you to fall in and out of a state of drowsiness. it didn't help that you could also feel aiden shifting next to you as well before he finally gave up on trying to avoid holding you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his neck.

"once we survive this night, we're gonna have to talk about making us official because if one more person tries to flirt with you, im going to lose my mind."

TAYLOR is not one to be jealous. no matter what you're relationship with her may be, she is calm and collected and knows how to express her feeling in a healthy way. that's why it was so shocking for her to walk in on you kissing a girl she'd never seen before, someone you'd never told her about. she felt her heart shatter into a billion pieces as her eyes welled with tears. she didn't know why, the two of you weren't even in a relationship so she had no right to feel this way, right? right.

she made her way into an empty classroom, sitting down at one of the desks and laying her head into her arms as she sighed, remembering the moment once again. it was weird, her heart stung at the thought of it, it almost made her nauseous.

she only lifted her head when she heard the door open, prepared to apologize to some teacher about being in their classroom without permission. to her surprise it was you.

"hey can we talk?" you ask as you make your way over to taylor who shakily nods her head with a quiet yes. you sit yourself on top of the table her head was previously laying on, "im so sorry taylor, i didn't mean for you to see tha-" shes quick to interrupt you, placing her hands on yours. "no! its totally fine, we're teens of course your going to be kissing people." she states before looking down at the table once again. "it's just a little confusing." she says. "what is?" you ask, not understanding what she was getting it. "well, when i saw you kissing that girl it kind of hurt. like my stomach started churning and i got dizzy. then there was this feeling in my heart- hey why are you laughing!" she asks, genuienly confused at your sudden burst of laughter. "im sorry, sorry! it just seems like you got jealous because you have a little crush on me." you're quick to apologize and respond, bringing your face close to hers as she blushes, subconsciously leaning in before your lips finally touched. when you finally pulled away, out of breath, she continued tug your shirt wanting more, something that seemed very out of her character for her.

"im gonna keep kissing you until the lipstick from her lips is replaced with mine."

4.14.24 ⋆ NOT PROOFREAD! bro taylors is so out of character towards the end wtf happened omg. anyways part 2 with tyler, logan and ben will be out soon. also its my first time writing for something that isn't bsd so lets see how this goes!

[kazekagevi]

Bonds Beyond Words: If Eywa Wills It

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Pairing: Aged-Up!Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: dark themes, mention of suicide attempt, eventual NSFW, aged-up! Neteyam, reader has PTSD, Neteyam dislikes humans (except for you), eventual jealous/possessive Neteyam, future Olo'eyktan! Neteyam, Jake Sully appearance, random Human!OC's, interspecies slow burn, angst, fluff, probably OOC, POV’s all over the place, forgive the inconsistencies. 

Summary: You settle into your new home at High Camp. You have a conversation with the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully.

A/N and Disclaimer: If anyone would like to be notified/tagged in future updates, please comment on this post! Forgive any present tense inconsistencies.

This story contains explicit content and is only appropriate for audiences 18+. MDNI. Please do not repost my work. 

Your adrenaline plummets. You rest for hours without interruption. 

The room Max has put you up in is nice, but you know it’s too spacious to be permanent. You lie comfortably on a lumpy couch. Sometimes the dim lights flicker, there’s a constant mechanical hum, and the blankets are scratchy, but you nap peacefully for the first time since cryosleep. It’s homely. You need this moment of respite. 

Hours later, you wake to the smell of something fragrant cooking. You’re so hungry that you feel nauseous. 

As badly as you want to leap from the couch and venture into the kitchen, you lie still. You continue to cherish this time to yourself—you’re unsure when you’ll get such an opportunity again. 

You let the events of the past week wash over you like a tidal wave. Tears come and go, just like mental flashes of the faces of the many women and allied wardens long gone. As demoralizing and dehumanizing the experience was, you became a tight-knit family because of it. Your pain is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before—as much as you miss them, you know they’re better off dead than being torn apart and transformed into the RDA’s breeding machines. It leaves a tart feeling in your mouth: it’s upsettingly bittersweet. 

Wading through the water of your thoughts and emotions is treacherous. If you swim too long, you know you’ll drown. 

You push away the blankets, then fold them neatly. You swipe beneath your tear ducts. After standing by the door for ten minutes, you gain the courage to place your palm over the entryway censor. You make it two steps out before you’re stopped. 

You’re startled by a woman’s whistle—it’s reminiscent of a catcall. She leans against a doorframe with a toothpick between her canines. She’s human. She’s stocky and muscular. The woman wears a navy-blue jumpsuit and combat boots. You can tell her hair was once jet black, but it’s starting to grow in gray. “Welcome, new girl,” she says.

“Hi,” you reply sheepishly. You introduce yourself—first name only. 

She does the same: “I’m Mia.” 

You shake hands—you note that her palms are very calloused. Mia must be involved with hands-on labor. 

“Listen, I don’t like to beat around the bush,” says Mia. She leans in closer, like she has a secret to tell you. “You need to shower,” she confesses, this time much quieter. There isn’t a lick of malice in her tone. “Like, immediately.” 

You appreciate her honesty, but your cheeks flush. Mia pulls a chuckle from your chest. “I know,” you reply feebly. 

And so, Mia takes this moment as an opportunity to give you a proper tour of the human’s facility at High Camp. You’re going to be living there, after all. 

Admittedly, there isn’t much to see. Together, you stroll through the science shacks and a few vacant laboratories. You meet a few more scientists. You return to the two flex rooms, like the one you napped in; Mia shows you the barracks and bunk beds, the link units, and the kitchenette. Norm is cooking what he describes to be his very own fusion recipe: a soup that combines both human and Pandoran ingredients. In passing, you apologize to Norm for spitting on him, again—you’ve already apologized four times, but once more couldn’t hurt. He makes it abundantly clear that everything is well between you both. 

“I would do the same if they captured me,” Norm confesses. “Much worse, in fact.” 

Your tour ends at the showers. Mia leaves briefly, then returns with a towel, a new bar of soap, a plastic hairbrush, a few garments of clothing, and a toothbrush and paste. “This is all we have right now,” Mia explains. 

It’s more than enough, you think. 

Tears well in your eyes at the sight of these items; although necessary for most humans, to you, these things feel like a luxury. 

“There’s hot and cold water knobs. The hot water alone won’t last long. Try to maneuver the knobs to use hot and cold at the same time,” she says with a short demonstration. Warm water spits out of the shower head onto the tiled wall in front of it. You hold out your palm—it’s bliss. 

You’re solaced. You thank Mia one last time. She takes her cue to leave and gives you some privacy. 

---

Despite the lukewarm water diminishing to icy-cold after only a few minutes, you spend a long time in the shower. You wash your hair. You scrub everything, at least twice. Your pruned fingertips feel foreign angst the metal knob—you haven’t been allowed a long enough shower since your past life on Earth. 

The clothes Mia left for you don’t fit quite right. The pants drag on the floor and aren’t secure around the waist; you take a step, and your trousers pool at your knees. You have no choice but to create a makeshift belt with spare twine and an aptly-sized piece of elastic from Mia’s sewing kit. As you weave the components together, you realize her sewing kit doubles as her first-aid box. She must use the same thread to stitch seams on fabric and cuts on skin. You take this opportunity to gently reapply scar ointment and new dressing to the stitched slash beneath your collarbone. 

The tanktop she gave you, on the other hand, was made for someone with slightly smaller anatomy. In comparison to the pants, it fits skin-tight snug. Luckily, the undergarments are trouble-free. 

When you re-enter the common area, everyone is there. It’s down-to-Earth, you note—the thought makes your lips curl into a smile.

You spend a few moments observing. Most of the scientists look like regular people. They’re plain. Modest, simple. There’s nothing particularly special about any of them, barring their bright smiles. People involved with the RDA don’t smile like that. 

It isn’t long before the “plain scientist” exception enters via the airlock entrance. 

At first, you think he’s naked. You instinctively cover your eyes with your palms to give the guy some privacy. You faintly hear him yell something out the door through the glass—you can’t discern any of it, so it must be in Na’vi. You peek through your fingertips. 

Once the front airlock closes, the human male removes his oxygen mask, hangs it on a hook by the entrance, and presses his hand to the entryway scanner. He strolls in casually, like he owns the place. The young man wears nothing but a loincloth and carries an old leather satchel. Painted, blue streaks mark his body in horizontal stripes. 

It clicks for you quickly—he sees himself as one of them. He wears his loyalty to the Na’vi. It’s… admirable. 

When he speaks again, he greets Max in English and makes an inside joke with Norm that flies over your head. He chucks his bag onto a nearby stool and smoothes his hands over his ash-blonde dreads. 

Inevitably, you’re curious to know more. Your thoughts buzz with questions—instinctively, you’d like to interview him. 

“Food’s ready!” Norm calls. 

That’ll have to wait. 

The room descends to orderly chaos. A scientist you’ve already forgotten the name of is gathering silverware. Another gives everyone a bowl or mug. Metal chairs scrape across the floor as people line up in front of the kitchenette. Mia is adamant about having her mug, which is bright pink with a broken handle. Norm serves stew with a metal ladle. Someone else passes out dethawed bread rolls from the walk-in freezer. 

They make jokes in passing. They ask each other questions. Occasionally, they bicker, like when one of the scientists scolds Norm for giving him too big a portion. They’re a family. It’s lovely, you think. 

Then Mia calls your name. “Please,” she says, “join us!”

The room quiets down. You briefly make eye contact with the semi-nude young male. He’s around your age—maybe a year or two younger. 

Entering the common area takes only a sliver of bravery in comparison to the courage you had to collect in order to survive thus far; it’s still scary, nonetheless. You gulp. 

You’re provided a bowl. Norm serves you a heaping portion of soup. Max pours you a glass of water from a large pitcher at the end of the table. You’re offered two dinner rolls—just this once, Mia says. People move their chairs to make room for you. Your heart swells. 

“This is-” Mia begins. 

Your interruption is far from rude—you introduce yourself instead. First and last name. 

---

Dinner runs its course. It began with juvenile questions; the community simply wanted to know more about you as a person. They never banked on someone taking one of the empty bunks. They were all being used as precious storage. What’s your name? Where did you come from?

The spotlight is uncomfortable—blinding, even—but you squint through it. You want to interview these people, but it’s your turn instead. 

When some of the scientists begin asking about the RDA, however, the group rears towards an unsettling interrogation. What was it like? they ask. How many were there? Could you spare any details on the escape plan?

With every intrusive question, you intake another mouthful of the fusion stew. It tastes funny, like a bad pun or cringey joke; but you’re too hungry to care. 

“Did you ever see the General?” The human male whom you now know as Spider asks. “She was short. Blonde lady, resting bitch-face. General Ardmore?” 

Mia snorts. Norm clasps his hands together. “Alright, everyone. I think that’s enough,” he states. "Let's not overwhelm the newcomer."

The scientists look at each other, humbled and slightly ashamed. They give you apologetic stares and quiet redresses. 

Max offers to do the dishes. He knows he’ll regret this act of selflessness, but he does it for you. The rest of the scientists leave their empty bowls at the table and retreat to the barracks. Mia pats your shoulder before exiting with the others. 

You turn to Norm once everyone’s left. You hold out your bowl. “Can I have some more?”

---

You’re on your third helping of soup and fourth glass of water when there’s a series of raps at the door outside the airlock. For a split second, you’re back in your cell. You’re reminded of your least favorite warden’s early-morning roll calls. 

You flinch—your body instinctively jerks. But you don’t realize this until you’re swiftly saving your water glass from falling off the table. You rub your brow with the back of your head; you can’t break two things on your first day. 

“Is it him?” Max asks Norm. Max is elbows deep in soap suds and dirty dishes. He starts scrubbing faster. 

“Think so,” Norm replies. 

Who’s him? You’re left to wonder as you scrape the bottom of your soup bowl and take your final bite; there’s no more stew left. 

Norm stands from the table and strides over to the airlock. “Come in!”

You nearly twist your neck trying to turn around before the door opens. 

A tall, blue humanoid enters. He has to crouch when breaching the threshold—the door frame is just too short. It’s the first Na’vi you’ve seen since your interaction with the Na’vi in the forest; spare for Grace, the one in a glass tube full of liquid in the common area. 

For a moment, you think this Na’vi is the one who saved you. But as they grab a respirator mask and enter once the airlock is closed, your assumption is proved to be false. 

The Na’vi nods to Norm. “Good to see ya, Max,” the male Na’vi says, peering into the kitchen. Notably, his English is fluent; but above that, his accent is strangely commonplace among humans. Nothing like the Na’vi from the forest. 

Max peers at him over his shoulder. “You too, Jake,” Max calls back. 

Your eye twitches. You face forward. Your visage pales. 

“Let’s talk about all of this for a moment,” Norm tells Jake Sully. He agrees. Their footsteps get quieter as they walk away from the common room and round the corner. Max dries his hands with a dish towel and follows them. 

You hear bits and pieces of their hushed conversation while you chug another glass of water. 

“You’re sure?” Jake Sully asks. “Completely positive?”

“There’s no way,” one of the humans responds. “When she thought she’d been recaptured by the RDA, she tried to slit her wrists. A spy wouldn’t do that.”

Someone adds something to that point, but it’s indiscernible. 

“You’re right,” replies Jake. 

There are footsteps again. You keep your head forward. 

Max clears his throat. “You have a visitor,” Norm says. 

You push away the empty glass and bowl, then rise from your seat at the table. Your eyes meet pale yellow—the same shade as the other forest Na’vi’s irises. 

Jake opens his mouth to speak. “I’m-”

“You’re Jake Sully,” you interrupt. He’s like a myth come to life. During your imprisonment, the girls and wardens talked about him nonstop. He’s a Pandoran celebrity. 

Your face turns crimson. It’s one thing to interrupt Mia, but it’s another to interrupt the goddamn Olo'eyktan, the leader of his people. Not just any, but Jake Sully in particular. You’re mortified. 

You’re unsure how to greet him properly. Should you kneel? Your body scrambles to do the right thing—you bow, curtsey, and offer your hand to shake all at once. 

Jake Sully breathes into the respirator around his neck, veiling a small chuckle. He takes your hand and shakes it gently; due to his size, his engulfs yours. 

“Have a seat,” he says. You do.

Jake Sully can’t possibly fit in any of the chairs, so he defaults to sitting on the floor. “I may be asking for a lot,” he says. “But in order to grant you asylum here, I need to know everything.”

He is asking for a lot. You’ve been through nothing but hell. Your face heats up just thinking about the things you’ve witnessed. You don’t want to relive it. Maybe Norm stopped the others earlier because he knew this was coming. 

As you look into Jake Sully’s eyes, you know malignity isn’t his intention. It quite literally has nothing to do with you, actually. You know that the Olo'eyktan’s job is to keep his people safe. That’s Jake Sully’s motive. He has to know you’re safe. It’s a two-way street—in order to grant you safety, he must be able to ensure his own. 

---

You relay your history on Pandora thus far. It takes over an hour to get through everything. It doesn’t help when Jake asks a dozen questions, and tangents branch off into more tangents. Half-way through the conversation, however, you already know you’re earning his trust. You pinpoint the exact moment, in which Jake admits the reason he joined the RDA and decided to come to Pandora when he lived in a human body. 

It’s just the two of you now—Max finished the dishes a while ago and Norm left because he needed rest. 

Jake avoids your eyes every time you mention something particularly harrowing about your imprisonment. You’re as precise as you are descriptive. Towards the end of your testimony, he looks at his feet for ten minutes straight, while you reiterate the prison break. He can’t say much in response. He acknowledges that the ordeal must have been horrific. 

“Sounds like something out of this old dystopian novel,” Jake mutters. “I think it was called The Handmaid’s Tale.” 

Lastly, you tell him about the Na’vi in the forest who saved you. 

“Do you know him?” you inquire. 

Jake nods. “I do. His name is Neteyam.” He chooses not to elaborate. He omits the fact that Neteyam is his first-born son, next in line for his title. 

“Neteyam,” you echo. 

Jake nods again when you mimic his pronunciation. It’s not bad, he thinks. Not as bad as Neteyam said, when his son was harping on your horrible accent after bringing you, a human, to High Camp on his ikran. Something Jake never thought he’d see. 

“I’d like to thank him,” you say. “He saved my life. How do you say thank you or show gratitude?”

Jake rubs the back of his neck. “I think you should spend a week or two or three here. Take some time to yourself before you consider leaving the science shack and interacting with my people,” he says awkwardly albeit bluntly.

Your brows furrow. His tone of voice suggests there’s no room for protest. 

“Spider, Norm, Max, and everyone else will teach you the ways of the Na’vi,” Jake says. “They all speak the language fluently. And if you want to interact with and live amongst my people, then so will you.”

You nod. You consider telling him the very reason the RDA chose you and your talents—that that was exactly what you came to Pandora to do. “So I will,” you reply simply. 

“If you see us, then we will see you,” Jake says in Na’vi. 

You catch none of it, but nod confidently anyway. He scoffs. 

“Good talk,” Jake says lastly. He takes another breath through his respirator, then leaves through the airlock, just as he came. 

---

A/N: Feel free to leave any and all comments on this chapter! The exposition is almost done, just hold on a little longer! The exposition continues in the next part, but Neteyam will make an appearance, I pinky promise!

Next part is projected to come out a week from today, Tuesday. I will try to keep a consistent posting schedule.

Thank you all so much for the kind comments and notes thus far! <3

[passionateseadruid]

when he walks in…

A few things… there is some Lucifer slander but that should be expected as he is the devil from da bible.

Also a few references to Paradise Lost. How can you write bible fanfics (or anything about Luci) without referencing the OG bible fanfic.

Sera is also a big part of this but I want to think that she was kind before the exterminations.

Also my interpretation of eve.

And Adam is so Ooc but there is still bits and pieces. I definitely headcanon that he wasn’t always a misogynistic prick but was spoiled because he never ate the apple.

And finally (Y/n) is used to refer to reader but it’s completely gender neutral.

Your purpose was to keep Lucifer busy so that he wouldn’t go out seeking Lilith.

The first memory you had was blurry and the conversation you overheard was fuzzy but you’re sure it was about you.

“I don’t want an angel I want the human woman.” A man shouted.

“You don’t want an angel, fine!” A woman replied as if trying to calm a toddler throwing a tantrum. A slight sting came from your back, feathers flew around you.

“Oh really? How’re they going to get around without wigs, Sera?” There was a triumphant tone in the man’s voice. “Face it, they can’t live here if they’re human but they can’t be down there because it’s supposed to be just a single man and a single woman, and if they have wings they’re an angel so I don’t want THEM!!”

“Fine!! You know what!! They’ll bleed red like the humans do but I’ll give them the wings of an insect. They’ll be like nothing or no one else. Will that make you happy. A being not quite human but most definitely not an angel.” You felt your skin contort and mutate as Sera molded and shifted your flesh.

“You want me to be with some hideous monster? No. Sera, no! I love Lilith. She’s just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Lucifer stop! She is Adam’s wife. You can have my new creation.” Sera pushed you forward and the first thing that properly came into your vision was the short man with blond hair and rosy cheeks.

“Get that freak away from me!” He shouted and ran off.

“Did I come out wrong?” Sera’s heart almost broke as you said those words.

“No Darling. You’re perfect. Just give him time.”

He never came back after that. News that he had taken Lilith away swept the city behind the pearly gates.

“Did I do something wrong Sera?”

“No darling. He never gave you a chance. Come on now. We should get back to work.”

“is that all I’m good for? Work work work! I have to run around maintaining balance for people who don’t even care about me, and all because Lucifer didn’t choose me. Where’s my choice?”

“What do you want to do then?” She groaned.

“I heard that a new bride was made for Adam. He named her Eve. I also heard that Raphael was going to visit them, can I go with? Please?” Sera smiled at you.

Sera nodded. “If you want to oversee the garden you may.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!!”

“Go get ready, it’s quite muddy down there so you should probably change out of your white clothes!”

It was so green down there. “Hi! I’m (Y/n). Sera made me.”

“Who’s Sera?” A beautiful girl with dark brown hair and tan skin asked. She had big brown eyes and was of shorter stature.

“Doesn’t matter right now. Who are you?” You said with curiosity. A taller man wrapped his arms around the woman.

“Back off! I already had one angel steal my first wife. I’m not letting Eve slip away so easily.”

“Yes that’s actually what we came to talk about.” Raphael had said.

////////////////////////////////////////

After explaining what had happened with Lucifer to the humans Raphael had left. Eve wandered off halfway through the story leaving you with Adam.

“So…” he started, leaning back on his hands.

“I have so many things I want to ask you! First off, what was Lilith like?” You sat next to him, your knees against your chest.

“Prideful and lazy. I told her over and over again that we needed to grow food for keep the lions from killing the lambs but all she wanted to do was lounge on the beach.”

“Next question. What’s life like down here?”

“It’s… great actually. Other than the slight of having Lilith taken. Eve’s just fantastic though, she listens to everything I ask of her. I always got the feeling that Lilith hated being made for me and she wanted to be her own person. So her leaving is whatever. I wouldn’t want to be told that my only purpose was to be made for someone else’s sake.”

“I was made for someone else and I was fine with it.”

“I feel like Eve’s like that. She was made from my rib ya know. I let her do whatever she wants when she feels like it so she doesn’t get suffocated and leave me too. I love her so fucking much. Trust me, when she gets back I’ll ask her to tell you about all her favorite fruits. You’ll love her as much as I do.”

“What is freedom like? What is it like to live for yourself? You and Eve get to don’t you?”

“Yeah. We still have our duties in the garden but she’s always so excited to help. Do you not have freedom?”

“Not particularly. Sera keeps me pretty busy. I live her her rules, her will alone.”

“Was she the one who you were made for?”

You look away bashfully. “No, I was made for Lucifer so he could stop obsessing over Lilith.”

“Well, thanks for failing. I wouldn’t have Eve if he gave up on Lilith.”

“That actually makes me feel a little better.”

“Hey are you always so obedient to that Sera chick?”

“I have to be. She created me and I must honor her rules and orders above all else.”

“You seem tense. How many rules do you have?”

“Too many to count.”

“We only have one rule here.”

“Don’t eat the apple from the forbidden tree.” You and him say in unison.

“I know.” You look away. “Adam. Promise me one thing.” You look back at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “No matter what you do you have to follow that one rule okay? No matter if you’re starving, no matter if Eve is being threatened. You can never break that rule. Not even if Eve does. Tell her too, okay. Not if she’s starving. Not if you’re being threatened. I already lost my purpose in life because the man I was made for broke the rules and got kicked out. Promise me that you will never break this one simple rule.”

“Okay! Geez, you’re kinda dramatic. I’ll go tell Eve.” He stood up and walked away.

“You’re purpose in life huh? Don’t be so dramatic!” A voice from behind you called out.

“You can’t be here! HE forbid it.”

“HE can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“HE still loves you. Just apologize for what you did and we can go home.”

“I’m never going back. And I’m never going to be with you! So just take your disgusting SELF AND GO AWAY!!”

“Am I not good enough?”

“NO!!”

“Adam!?” You called out to him surprised at his sudden outburst.

“Eve!” Lucifer shouted worriedly as you both rushed to where the cry came from.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!! (Y/N)!! HELP!! We can fix this… WE CAN FIX THIS RIGHT??!!”

“What happened?” You asked trying to calm Adam down.

“I’m sorry. They said I didn’t know what I was doing. They said I was ignorant. I was. I was so stupid.”

“…What did you do Lucifer?”

“I showed her the truth. The truth that all of you were trying to hide.” He smirked triumphantly. However his smile faded as lightning struck behind him. The winds picked up. The sky darkened with rain clouds rolling in.

“Eve just apologize. Just say you made a mistake. HE is very forgiving. Please.”

“But it’s their fault! They tricked me! I’m not the one to blame! It was them! It was him!” She tried to reason.

“No no no! Just apologize! Eve just apologize! You won’t be in trouble. Just own up to your mistakes and ask for forgiveness!” You tried to persuade.

“Eve just do it!” Adam demanded.

“You eat it. We can do this together.” She pleaded.

“I… I can’t.”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a stupid apple. Now she can be more informed about her own life.” Lucifer shouted.

“it was their one rule! Why couldn’t you just mind your own FUCKING business!” You shouted at him. “I wasn’t good enough so you had to have Lilith! I thought maybe, just maybe, now that he’s happy I could move on! I was ecstatic when I saw them! I thought overseeing them would bring me a sense of purpose! But no! You had to mess that up for me too!”

“Do you honestly think that I give a shit about you?! That for one moment I thought about YOU!?” Lucifer laughed in your face. “That’s utterly pathetic!! YOU’RE pathetic!!”

“You shut up! They’re great! They’re kind and they actually want to protect us!!” Adam yelled as he held Eve.

No matter what kind word he said, Lucifer’s words stung like nothing else. Tears flowed from your eyes.

“You know what? Fuck you Lucifer!” You shouted and ran away.

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You hadn’t thought about that for nearly 5 decades. Then a certain brunette walked up behind Sera. He was rounder and dressed in white and gold robes. “Little darling. I’d like you to meet Adam, the first man.”

“We’ve met. Hi!” You waved.

“Hey teeny.” He smiled.

“Hey! I’m not short! You grew since the last time I saw you! I wasn’t this small when I-” You cut yourself off.

“When we first met, I know.” He smiled softly. But his smile drop as he spoke next. “She’s gone. He succeeded in taking her away from me. I thought you’d like to know.”

“Adam, I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

“Hey. I’m here because of you. You saved me. You tried to save her.” He cut you off and wrapped you in a hug. “Sorry. I just need this.”

“Take as long as you need.” You hugged him back.

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“Ugh! Those dumb fucking whores!” Adam shouted.

“What’s wrong now?” You groaned. Adam had gotten an attitude after he made it into Heaven.

“It’s that short fucking clown and the whore he left you for! Those skanks had a baby! She was such a lazy prude when she was with me but apparently she couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed and put out for that ugly little shit!”

“Hypocrite. You‘ve been having sex with pretty much anything that moves.”

“Okay but the difference is that I actually populated the earth like I was suppose to. She was created to be the mother of all humans yet she goes off and makes hell-spawn instead.”

“Are you feeling insecure?” You teased.

“No! Fuck you, bitch!” You giggled as he pouted.

“Hey! I just had an idea how we can get back at them.”

“How?”

“We get married.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He blushed. “We can’t do that!”

“Why not? If you’re not into me or you don’t want to give up sleeping around then you can just say so. But it would say to the brat downstairs that he isn’t the only one who can swoop in and steal away someone else’s lady. And it would prove to our Ex that we aren’t still thinking about each other.”

“But we are.”

“They don’t have to know that.”

“If we do this you’re taking my awesome dick every night.”

“Deal, you big horny crybaby.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

The news of the spur wedding rocked the pearly gates and all seven rings of Hell. All except the palace of the pride ring. They all couldn’t care less.

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It’s been a few months since you two got married. You sat brushing your husbands wings.

“Hey babe?” He turned to you slightly.

“Yes?”

“…do you think that I’m a good person?”

“Why do you ask?”

“…I feel like everyone always pities me because of my exes. They always say how I’m so good for listening. Does that make me a good person?”

“Sometimes you can be a bit misogynistic.”

“You get paid more than me! Why do I always have to pay for supper!?”

“Because you barely ever let me choose where we eat.” You tease.

“Spicy food makes me sick! I don’t want to be stuck on the toilet for three hours just because of your freakishly high tolerance.” He pouts.

“It’s also gentlemanly to pay. Besides you insist on getting burritos from that one place twice a month. …why do you ask anyway?”

“Sera’s got this dumb idea. It’s got me thinking about what makes a good person.”

“I wouldn’t know, I was created to follow rules. If I didn’t, I’d fall like Lucifer.”

“We had one rule. Then everything changed when Kane killed Able. I don’t even know if I’m a good person.”

“I think killing is back, harming children is also bad, sexual abuse is also bad. All these things are very purposeful though. People like that don’t change, but you changed. You used to sleep around and now you’re committed to me and you seem much happier.

“Can sinners change?”

“Not all obviously, but if they wanted to maybe.”

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too baby.” When he walks in I am loved… I am loved.

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy (Part II)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.5k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: Ben being a misogynist, talks about masturbation and porn, killing threats, Ben's POV in general is a red flag, death.

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Part II: Silence is Peace

The next day arrived fast, and again, you found yourself walking ready to have a conversation with the supe locked in the facility. A part of you was surprised he didn't try to escape yet, but Ben, on the other hand, was just letting things flow at the moment.

The heavy, metal door opened to let you in. The supe caught by surprise seeing you coming inside full of confidence at this time in the morning. A couple of armed men in black uniforms followed behind as they settled down some furniture in the empty area of the room: two small sofas and a coffee table.

His arrogant self knew those guns wouldn't tear a single hair off of him, but hey, he understood you needed to feel safe. So meanwhile, he decided to play along. He remained still by the bathroom door as you came closer.

"I didn't request that," he said once you stood face to face.

"Oh, I know. I did, it's for your therapy," you smiled, tugging the bag on your shoulder. The armed men finished decorating the cell, and they left with a loud thud of the door being closed behind their backs. "There's been a small change of plans. I will come by every day for one hour. Anything you want you will ask me first and if I approve, then I will bring it to you."

He smirked. Like if he needed to be bossed around by a fucking woman, he thought. "You sure have the balls to stand up on me like that."

"Like I said, I want to help you," you replied, making your way and sitting down on a sofa. "Please," you requested him with a hand to do the same and he followed with curiosity. You put the bag on the coffee table, taking out a notebook, pens, a folder, and a small zip bag containing the only thing he asked from you the day before. You left his reefer on the coffee table, putting the folder in your lap as you waited for him with a smile on your face he found unsettling.

Ben still didn't buy you or your intentions, but he sat down on the opposite sofa nonetheless. You had brought him something he asked from you, something he wanted and would calm him down for a little. Hopefully it wasn't going to be that bad. He only had to put up with the game of doctor-patient. In the back of his mind, he was also grateful you dropped the stupid white coat at the same time he found your attempt to fix him ridiculous. He didn't need to get fixed.

"Your guards ain't hurting me with those guns, you know that," Ben started.

"We have to try," you shrugged. "And you're still here, that has to mean something."

He rolled his eyes. Of fucking course he had to stay. There were a lot of questions in his head. He had to settle down for a moment. Things were different in the world, he needed to learn about today's tech and get a fucking good plan to get away with his shit. Who would he get to kill first? Still thinking about it. How would he escape? Probably could use some help to keep a low profile. Could you be that help, being the only human contact he figured would have from now on? Maybe.

"So how are you feeling? Did you have some sleep?" you asked.

"I slept enough, spent the whole fucking night jerking off," he spat. "That TV of yours now does have good porn some hours in the day."

With wide eyes, you wrote down after his answer.

"Alright. But tell me, how are you feeling?" you pushed, your smile long gone and replaced with a serious face locking your gaze to his own.

"Great, never been fucking better" he smirked and you shifted on your seat.

His green eyes started checking you all over for a second. The pencil skirt hugged your legs perfectly and the blouse was tight enough to show off the size of your breasts. The clothes yelling that you were expensive and valuable for the CIA, and most important, to Mallory. Soon he sensed the discomfort emanating from you as his gaze returned to your face. God, he loved doing that, but you sure were daring to get locked inside a room with him alone.

"You can tell me the truth, you know," you said.

"I can easily break your neck and explode this shithole if I want to," he spat back.

"You won't do that. You had the chance yesterday, today even, and yet here you are."

He thought you sounded so sure about that. Ben held your gaze. Neither of you dare to break eye contact. It was like you were challenging him to something he wasn't aware of just yet. He didn't like that, but he remained there, breathing deeply with a strong look on his face. You were right though, and he realised could find you a good usage besides the obvious fucking use for pretty girls like you. He might have missed a good fuck for 40 years but the little common sense on the back of his mind told him the porn channel was enough for now.

"Listen, I know you're not a bad guy," the words fell softly from your lips. "I know you didn't mean to harm those people in Midtown... And in order to help you I could use some information on how you feel every time the blast comes-"

He stood up abruptly, strong enough to move the sofa he was sitting some feet away behind his back and yelled aggressively.

"Fuck off, bitch. What the fuck do you know about me? I don't trust your kind and you're making my threat sound like a great plan now.

You held his gaze as he made his way towards you. You were a prey in his cage, but even if you were scared, he didn't sense any sign of it. Ben's big frame towered you, standing just inches away from the couch you sat on. The space was enough for him to kill you with only one hand but you never moved or flinched a second.

"If you touch me, just a single hair on my scalp, you're fucked."

"C'mon sweetheart, you're no match for me," he mocked with a smirk on his face.

"Novichok definitely is."

He tightened his fists with his lips on a straight line, and his heartbeat increased at the mention of that fucking poison. Meanwhile, you just sat down looking at him with a blank face and innocent eyes. For a moment, he was tempted to just kill you but he forced himself to calm the fuck down. He didn't want to black out again, he certainly did not want to become a fugitive. If he was going to do something, it had to be done well.

"Soldier Boy, it's okay," you got on your feet. His eyes followed your moves. "It's fine if you don't want to talk to me. I can't force you to."

He saw a strange sparkle in your eyes. Were you pitying him? He didn't need that. And when he said nothing, then you continued.

"You accepted the deal, and that includes therapy to help you get out of your trauma. And sooner or later, you have to talk to me," you explained, he felt like a fucking child being scolded.

"You want to fucking help me and spray me with Novichok at the same time," he groaned.

"We have to take our precautions. But trust me. I’d rather not use that on you, I prefer other ways."

"This is fucking crap," he mumbled through his teeth.

He watched you making your way towards the book shelf, leaning down to grab a couple of books. He took in the curve of your ass as you knelt, and he wondered if you were doing all that little show on purpose to test him. His jaw clenched once again at the thought of being played with false promises and a cure to his memories.

"I can leave, but I will come tomorrow," you tossed two books on the coffee table: one about PTSD, the other one about new technology for him to start educating himself on that. "Start reading those and write down in the notebook anything you have to say. It can be about the books, your thoughts, your feelings... Anything you want. I don't have to know unless you want me to."

If looks could kill, you were already dead. He still didn't trust you. He didn't understand completely why a stupid psychiatrist of the CIA wanted him to go through rehab. You were a woman, for fucks sake. Psychiatrists were old, wise, rich men back in his days, not expensive sluts.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I'm trying hard not to crush your bones right now, pretty thing."

"At least you're trying, that's improvement," you smiled cockily, pointing at his chest with a finger and you took your bag and belongings together, as if he didn't threaten to kill you like three times in the same conversation. "I will leave you now. Have a good lunch, Soldier Boy."

"Time of death 9:41 a.m."

The sound of the monitor disturbed your senses as the voice announced all over the place the death of yet another supe. You watched through the windows as two lab assistants ran inside the chamber to take out the lifeless body of the woman who had given her life to volunteer and assist the program. Anything for the cure, you remember her voice saying, even after she was warned about the possible effects. The worst of them being death. The contract stipulated it clearly and you told her to think twice before agreeing to take the third version of the Anti-V, although she hesitated a lot before joining.

You breathed out. The formula needed improvement, quickly. How many corpses had they taken out of there? You lost count already. You ordered Bianca, your young assistant, to note down all the details one day after the second death of a supe you witnessed, and for her to count them as necessary and at all cost. Arms folded on your chest, your jaw clenched, losing hope and feeling despair running through your spine. The discomfort of what had to be done to find a cure sometimes was too much of a burden. But sacrifices had to be done.

And speaking about sacrifices, you knew you had to get into Soldier Boy's head as soon as possible. The few other sessions you tried to talk to him were useless. The sixth one being today before lunch. A part of you was growing tired of faking it and pretending to be a psychiatrist, it really wasn't your field but you knew how to be one after many sessions, research, and medication on your own. Grace had taken care of your training years ago and this was just another mission with a huge impact and objective in mind: destroy Vought and Homelander, and then provide the cure to supes who didn't want their powers and give them the chance to live a normal life. People like you needed the cure, but first things first.

"Doc, the analysis of Blaze is updated," Bianca said, giving you the tablet to check the information on the supe that was collected.

"Thanks."

Blaze, or Electra Richards was her real name, was a low-profile supe for some time, and you had a secret track of those like her with some help. These kinds of supes didn't really represent a threat to Vought, so it was kind of easy to contact them and give them a possible solution with a warning written all over the place. When Electra was contacted, she had to think about it but eventually said yes. She was young and brave, but she never wanted powers. She had superhuman strength and healed in minutes, seconds even, her bones were indestructible, and when your people ran the proper tests on her she was healthy as hell. Pity that her body wasn't enough to take in the injection of the new Anti-V prototype.

You read the last notes your assistant typed on the supe's profile.

Cause of death: sudden cardiac arrest caused by ventricular fibrillation; failure in electrical signaling within the heart.

You couldn't continue like this, not anymore. Nine months and nothing seemed to work out. Some supes died, some of them quit the program, and you didn't really blame them for it. The failures were growing bigger than the small steps close to creating the final antidote. The process was becoming an endless trial and error. With a tired face and a sigh, you left the tablet on a desk and walked out making your way to your office.

You took out your cell phone and dialed Grace, walking around the room worriedly. You needed to vent or talk. Anything. And gladly, she picked up by the third ring.

"Is everything okay?" she asked on the other line. She knew you too well.

"I- No, it isn't. But you already know that," you breathed. "Another supe died on trial today. I don't know how many we have-" your voice cut off abruptly and you sighed, composing yourself after a moment. "We keep losing a lot of people..."

Grace exhaled. "It's part of the job. It's your project, you know it was coming when I approved to do this."

"That makes it even worse, you're not helping me," you replied with a playful tone. "I've been thinking- I would like to try the cure."

"No. We need you to focus on this."

"And when I get him, when I get Soldier Boy's blood? He already takes powers of supes with the blast. Should be easier."

"He's your safest option for now. You'll find a way to get it, I trust you. But don't make stupid and hurried decisions, just wait for the right moment," the lady scolded. You smiled a little, like if she was watching you. "About that, how's he doing? Is he cooperating?"

"Not at all, that's my other problem," you fell back on your chair ungracefully, your back hurting at the thought of seeing him again that day. "I am trying to get him to talk, even using my cards of dressing up like I'm a fucking slut with tight skirts and all, but he's really backing up. Besides he's a fucking dick," your words made Grace chuckle for a bit.

"All supes we have dealt with are dicks, especially Vought. But Y/N, you got this," her words attempted to make you feel better. "This is one of our best options to take them down for once. I know you've been working on this way long before you talked to me, and that's the reason I know it's gonna work, doing whatever it takes."

"Thank you, Grace," you mumbled from your heart. Disappointing her was not on your list, and you hoped it won't happen anytime soon. So you switched the topic of the conversation. "And how have you been?"

[onyxino]

Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know &lt;3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette 

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state. 

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.” 

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief. 

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought. 

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his. 

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.” 

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”  

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand. 

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss. 

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought. 

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

 “F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.  

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

[cro0kedme]

jealousy, jealousy

Summary: If you asked Scaramouche if he ever felt jealous, he'd say that he doesn't waste his time on human emotions. Although if that's the case, then what is it he's feeling when he sees you with Tartaglia?

Pairing: Scaramouche x female reader

Tags: Scaramouche being bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, possibly ooc Scara, not proofread so sorry for any mistakes,

A/n: Hi @yureismellslikefanfic I got you for the @2023gisecretsanta event! Sorry about it being a bit late, I had to go through like eight trials just to start writing it but I eventually did it! I hope you enjoy it!

Scaramouche was absolutely, in no way shape or form, jealous.

That's what he'd tell himself, anyways. Denying that he'd ever care for a lowly human in any capacity; much less seek their attention.

So why did he feel an irresistible urge to suddenly dispose of the eleventh fatui harbinger whenever he was around you?

He saw how you smiled at the ginger more than him, and it wasn't your teasing smiles you'd give when he was around, it was a genuine one that he rarely saw on you.

Childe was chatting away with you by his side, unaware, or perhaps simply ignoring Scaramouche's glare.

Scaramouche debated going over there and simply dragging you away, but then what? And why did he even have the urge to do so in the first place?

As Scaramouche was internally seething and questioning why he was doing so in the first place, he noticed the ginger lean down into your ear to whisper something, and whatever it was he could only imagine was flirtatious in nature since you blushed.

Oh that did it. 

Disregarding any previous notion to ignore it he made his way over to you and Childe, speaking before he could even really process it.

“What are you doing? Don’t you have anything more important to be done then converse with others?” Scaramouche asked, glaring at you.

“What’s wrong with her talking to me? Are you opposed to friendly conversation?” Childe replied, which only turned Scaramouche’s glare towards him.

Scaramouche scoffed, “It’s hardly ‘friendly’ from what I’ve heard. You’re both getting too personal for a work environment.” And oh no, that came out more bitter than intended. He could already see a smirk start to cover your face.

“Oho? My lord, are you, mayhaps, jealous in any way?” You ask with an annoyingly satisfied grin. 

His next words don't come as easily as they should have, “You're so full of yourself. Of course I'm not.” 

Before either you or Childe can respond, Scaramouche turns away from the both of you, walking away as he tells you both, “Do as you please, it's not as if I care.” 

Despite the ugly feelings bubbling up that Scaramouche would never admit even existed, he left you and Childe alone. 

He all but stormed into his office, but he hardly got a moment before you stepped in. 

“Wait, Scaramouche. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.” You told him, and he scoffed.

“As if a lowly human such as yourself could evoke such feelings from me.” He replied.

“Right… So if you weren't upset, what was all that about?” You ask, clearly not buying his story.

“It's none of your business.” Scaramouche very much avoided answering your question.

You cross your arms, “I just want to help, is all.” You say. 

“I don't need help from a being such as you.” Scaramouche said, and he knew he was pushing your buttons. 

It seems, however, you had quite enough of him today so you turned around and walked towards the door. “Fine, be that way, then. At least I know Childe actually likes me.” You say and it's such a childish remark and yet it still spurred him into action.

He grabbed your arm before you could leave, “What do you mean, ‘he actually likes you’?” Scaramouche basically demands. 

You turn back to him with a glare, “Exactly what I said. At least Childe pretends to care about me, unlike you.” 

“Do you think I don't care about you?” Scaramouche asks, speaking before thinking. 

It seems you both realize what he said and Scaramouche quickly let's go of your arm. 

“Forget I said anything, just go back to-”

“You care about me?” You interrupted him, and you looked so full of hope as you said that, like you'd fully believed Scaramouche to hate you as he does everyone.

For once, Scaramouche didn't have a response. It was an odd feeling. 

“Scaramouche?” You ask again after his prolonged silence, “Do you care for me?”

And isn't that the question of the hour? Scaramouche had been fully convinced he'd scrubbed away all human emotions, but then you had to enter the picture. Making him feel things he thought he never could again.

Despite his lingering silence, you simply smiled. “It's okay,” You said, “You don't have to answer now.” 

Scaramouche only scoffed, “Whatever, just go. I'm sure you're forgetting something by prolonging your visit here.” 

By the way you immediately startled and hurried out the door, Scaramouche can only guess that he was correct.

“Shoot, right!” You exclaimed, “I gotta go, see you later, bye!” You said in quick succession before leaving and closing the door behind you.

Scaramouche stood still after you left, simply staring at the spot you were in moments prior.

Maybe, against all odds, that wasn't just a slip of the tongue. Perhaps, somewhere deep down, Scaramouche did truly care for you. Maybe he even loved you.

But that was a tough pill to swallow. Scaramouche didn't even know if he was capable of feeling love. 

Although, if it was with you, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

[mydarlingdahlia]

𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 — 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎…?

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ : Prince!Veritas Ratio x Lady!Charlotte

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs + ɴᴏᴛᴇs : unrequited love, mentions of blood and death, basically incurable disease, brief mention of spiraling (into guilt/panic), Veritas denying his feelings, Hanahaki Disease, ghost winks (see explanation here), physical apparitions, major guilt, might be a little ooc, did I say guilt?, and fluff at the end

Also! In this story, for the plot, Hanahaki isn’t known or classified as a disease, but we all (probably) know what it is, obviously. Another thing, this story doesn’t have 18+ or NSFW content, but it does deal with heavy elements.

And it’s a royalty AU ting 🌚

ᴀ/ɴ — I like being allergic to happiness sometimes, so here we are. :) Also this is a self ship thing so just a heads up!

word count : 7.1k words

“My most sincere apologies, My Lady…. I’m afraid I do not feel the same way,” Was all that he could say.

Veritas was looking at Charlotte, standing by his side, but soon drifted his gaze towards the horizon. Dusk was rising, coloring the sky with beautiful warm colors of the crescendo of the day. In the morning, he had agreed for a rendezvous proposed by Lady Charlotte, well, to tell the truth, only having a stroll was asked. But the prince knew what kind of conversation would be brought up during that stroll. He wasn't wrong, he received a confession from her, he didn't know what to think of that situation, that got him fairly puzzled. After all, that was the first time someone ever admitted their love to him in person, and not by a letter or by indirect tellings.

What had he done to make him earn this love he couldn't even return? Or, for lack of better words, wasn’t sure how to return? Veritas didn't know, he didn't understand. That was what frustrated him.  They were merely in the same court, even if he was the prince and she was but a lady, sometimes having pleasant conversations when time allowed... Was it really enough for love to be born within one's heart? He didn't understand, but he was curious. 

“I hope I am not…intruding on any personal boundaries when I ask this,” Veritas began, breaking the heavy silence that had settled in between them. “But, why do you love me? I am curious to know of your perspective.”

“W-Why do I love you?” Charlotte repeated, her voice cracking slightly as she looked at Veritas. "I wish I could explain it better, but it's not a 'why' or 'how' question, really.... Love is just a...natural thing, for some people. It's human nature, I suppose." she replied, trying to keep a smile on her face, but the pain was evident.

"Human nature, I see,” Veritas echoed, repeating the last words. The prince had never paid attention to such matters, and now he was realizing how much he didn't know about things like this. 

"Is it painful when one can't return that love?" He asked solemnly, glancing at her worried features with a hint of concern. He couldn't find a better way to ease the probable pain she might suffer. He was a man of few words, but at least, he wanted to be gentle. After all, she was simply doing what she felt she had to do, and he respected that. Charlotte, after all, was just a lady of the court, while he was trapped in a delicate situation because of his true identity being that of the prince.

He felt deficient for not making her understand how it was impossible for him to return her love. Or, as he believed he couldn’t return it. It wasn't a lie nor a desire, but a simple fact since he couldn't even process those kinds of feelings, let alone return them. He just hoped Charlotte would find someone who could give her what she wanted, love, affection, and care. Someone humane could truly provide her what he couldn't.

"W-Well, yes, sometimes it's painful when love isn't reciprocated..." Charlotte replied, her voice starting to strain. "I don't want you to worry about it, though! I understand your feelings as well, Your Highness." she said. If she was trying to mask her sadness, it wasn't working very well, as he could practically see her heart cracking into pieces in her eyes, despite the smile she put on.

"I will not do anything that would make you suffer more,” Veritas stated, his voice barely audible as he looked into her sad eyes. He didn't want to see her in such pain, and if there was anything he could do to help, he would do it.

“Perhaps...we should continue our stroll. The sunset is quite a spectacle,” he suggested, turning around, facing the horizon with its breathtaking sunset. The sky, bathed by the warm tones, was painting their final strokes on the canvas before the night claimed its place. He hoped the sight would lift up her spirits a bit. It certainly helped him to unwind. There was something calming about the end of the day, watching the sun setting down, yielding to the darkness that would soon embrace the kingdom before a new morning was born.

"We can continue talking then, and I promise not to intrude on your feelings anymore." While he didn't understand the feelings of love entirely, he respected them and wanted to protect Charlotte from further sadness, even if it meant leaving his questions unanswered. Veritas, even in this lack of understanding of human nature and emotions, knew what it meant to hurt and didn't want to contribute to it in any way. 

"N-No, that's quite alright, Your Highness. I better be getting back, anyway," Charlotte said, her smile beginning to falter slightly. She gave him a slight bow before turning and briskly walking away. Her last facial expression that he saw made it clear that she was about to burst into tears, had she not turned away.

Veritas watched as Charlotte headed back home, unable to offer her more comfort. He was aware of his limitations, and he couldn't stand seeing her heartbroken. It pained him to witness that even if he didn't understand the reason behind it. He sighed and resumed his walk, contemplating the beauty of the sunset before him. He would have to dig deeper into this subject known as 'love'—that was the least he could do for Charlotte. Perhaps, in time, he could understand more about this emotion and the intricate feelings that came with it.

On the side, he wished that somehow, someone could return Charlotte's feelings, giving her the love and affection that she deserved, and that he couldn't render.

Then, the next day seemed to roll around without a hitch. Charlotte had shown up to the court, as per usual, but something seemed a bit...off. She seemed mostly like herself, but she didn't have as much energy or pep in her step like she always did. Not to mention the slightly dark circles under her eyes. Had his rejection of her feelings hurt her that severely? No, maybe she just had a regular sleepless night, everyone gets those once in a while…

But Veritas couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in Charlotte's demeanor when he saw her the next day. The loss of her usual energy and the noticeable dark circles were clear indications that she had a restless night. However, he chose not to inquire. This was a delicate situation, and he wanted to be cautious. He didn't want to aggravate her unintentionally. His inability to fully grasp her feelings frustrated him, but he promised himself to look into this love-matter thoroughly.

Yet, he also vowed to make sure Charlotte could maintain her position in court in the best possible conditions. He was her superior, and while he couldn't give her the emotions she desired in a private way, he could offer her a helping hand professionally. He wanted her to feel comfortable and supported under his care, especially now that her personal life was going through a rough patch.

The day went by, and Veritas focused on doing his part as the prince of his land to the best of his abilities. He hoped that in time, Charlotte could recover and perhaps even forget the disappointment she faced yesterday. It was, after all, not her fault that her love was not reciprocated.

But, Veritas couldn't shake off that nagging feeling inside of him. A feeling of responsibility, and a faint desire to make her happy. He was an enigma, a mind that very few could comprehend, yet he felt a kinship with the modern world, especially with its inhabitants. And the thought of her sadness caused him to take another step forward in his quest to understand love, hoping it could lead him to help her in some way. Perhaps not with his feelings, but with his knowledge and actions as her superior, her ruler.

By chance, Charlotte began to pass by him in the hallway as the day went on. Upon closer inspection, she did look fairly tired, and even a little sick. He'd caught glimpses of her throughout the day, and he had seen her coughing a few times.

Veritas paused, raising a finger for her to stay for a moment, waiving the cohort passing by, then he tilted his head a little, frowning. He scanned her features, searching for answers, but her condition was not able to be decided just by a mere look. Maybe it was just a common cold? After all, winter was starting to come about.

“Lady Charlotte, would you happen to be unwell?" His concern was evident in his tone, as well as how he stepped closer to her. His internal alarm rang when he saw her tired stature, dark circles, and coughing episodes, clearly an indication of her being unwell. His priority was now to make sure that she was alright, regardless of their previous conversation.

"Do not worry about your tasks today, I will assist in your duties. Rest at your place, and if possible, do not come to work for a couple of days. Recovering your health is more important." he advised firmly but gently, his voice laced with sincere concern.

Assuring her safety and well-being was something that he was willing to prioritize, no matter the situation. It was, after all, an obligation he held as her superior. Veritas may not understand love, but he was a responsible man in his public and private life. He couldn't allow his subjects to work while unwell, especially when he had the means to remedy the situation. Charlotte's welfare was important to him, and he wished to honor it in the best way he could.

"I-I think I'm fine, Sir.... It's just a small, cough, that's all," Charlotte said, offering him a weak smile. Her argument wasn't very convincing, however.

"You are not fine, miss. Trust in my judgment, please," Veritas insisted on sending her home, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Even if he couldn't empathize with the feelings of love, he hoped that his care for her health would enhance his bond with her. "The doctor of the Palace will be informed, and he'll come to check on you at your place. Don't worry; we'll get to your condition, and you'll be back to work in no time. Now, kindly head to your office, gather your things, and leave. You earned it."

Despite her hesitation, he gently nudged her towards the opposite direction with a hint of a smile. Veritas was usually a stern man, but in moments like this, his care and kindness shone through.

"I will handle everything until you are ready to rejoin us." hee assured her, pivoting, and striding away, his mind already focusing on how to arrange the missing tasks due to her leave.

"Are you sure? I don't mind working," Charlotte said meekly, still trying to put up a bit of an argument.

"Madam, trust me on this. It's not wise to work while in poor health, and I refuse to let you do so," Veritas said firmly, ensuring there was no room for further discussion. He already had a duty to be a good leader and superior. And now, he saw Charlotte's welfare as something personal as well.

With a nod, he conveyed that it was time for her to leave, and he'd complete her tasks while she was out. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and a palace to run. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a genuine one, as he let his eyes linger on her for a brief moment. Veritas may not be able to make Charlotte happy in the way she desired, but he could be a good ruler, a reliable comrade, and, perhaps, a friend in need.

"Now, go. Rest. Recover. We'll see each other when you're ready." With those words, Veritas relinquished any further argument, watching from afar as she reluctantly complied.

And so, he left to attend to the affairs of the day, keeping Charlotte in his thoughts, silently wishing her a swift recovery. In the background, something shifted within the sovereign. He had gained a new perspective on, not love, but caring for a human.

But, a week had passed since that day, and Charlotte still had not returned back to court. A few servants had come in now and then to alert Veritas of her condition, but each time he was informed, she just seemed to be getting worse for wear. Apparently, no medicines were working, no amount of rest or herbs were helping at all, and the doctors that visited her couldn't even provide a diagnosis.

Veritas tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept darting to Charlotte's health. A week was a long time to be away from court, and he had grown worried. He had made it his job to ensure her well-being, and he was failing as he couldn't reverse her predicament. Veritas cleared his thoughts, his composure returning. He would not let his worries show at the palace. It wouldn't be fair to his duties and the people who depended on him. He needed to remain his resolute self. Only after locking the doors of his study, did he relent and pick up a quill and parchment. He needed to check on her, despite their awkward previous encounter.

With a pen stroke, he wrote to the chief physician of the kingdom an order to gather all details possible about the Lady’s condition. He inquired about her specific symptoms and the medicines prescribed. If a regular doctor couldn't cure her, perhaps he could. Then, with a second letter, he requested the presence of a herbalist, another scholarly in botanical science, that could assist in formulating a new concoction with both the medicinal herbs from the royal land and the ancient knowledge he possessed.

After he had sent out the letters, Veritas went to his library, pouring over old records of herbs and cures from ancient and modern times. He feared he was too late, but he wouldn't accept defeat so easily. As a prince, he had witnessed and survived the test of time, refused to let Charlotte's life fade before his eyes. Fueled by a sense of responsibility and, he dared not admit, care for her, Veritas looked for answers. He vowed a solution would be found, he wouldn't rest nor stop until he secured Charlotte's health. Whether or not she loved him didn't matter anymore; she was a subject in his care, and he would revert to his resources to help her recover.

Surprisingly, when the physician wrote him back about her symptoms, they were most unusual, like no other disease or malady before. It mainly seemed to be affecting Charlotte's lungs, hence the various coughing fits. But, the strange part was that she had begun to cough up blood, and petals. Like that of a flower. But, no herbalist had ever provided her with anything with flora in its ingredients, which proved her case to be even more difficult and an even more puzzling enigma.

Veritas read through the scroll, narrowing his eyes as he observed the unique symptoms. Coughing up blood was a severe issue, but flowers? It was an entirely unprecedented case. However, as perplexing as it was, it didn't deter the royal. His resolve to help Charlotte remained unwavering. Flowers, a somewhat celestial association, brought an idea to mind. He wondered if the godly domain had an influence on this illness. Veritas knew of several ancient afflictions that correlated with the gods' interferences. He scribed a brief note to an advisor, asking them to consult their knowledge and retrieve any information related to melding divine essence maladies with mortal symptoms.

Thus, a plan began to form, blurred lines between the divine and mortal, an ancient illness mixing with his kingdom. Veritas, with sheer determination, set on a path towards discovering a cure for Charlotte's baffling condition. He would not fail her. This was, perhaps, the first emotion-driven quest the prince had undertaken, and he was bound to succeed or die trying. 

But, even as more weeks and months ticked by, her condition never seemed to lighten or get better. What was worse, was that now instead of coughing up just petals, Charlotte was now regurgitating floral buds and even flowers in full bloom. The coughing was almost constant, another report told him.

Veritas’ heart clenched, a burning sensation surging through his chest as the reports of Charlotte's condition deteriorated. He was failing to save her, and as the days, weeks, and months continued to pass, she continued to fall victim to the unknown malady. He couldn't bring himself to give up hope, however, and instead, he sought solace through intense research and the summoning of various medical experts—even those outside of his kingdom’s domain. In his long days and nights, he pored over ancient scrolls and texts, seeking answers as to why she was afflicted in such a manner. With every new report, he felt his desperation grow. He would spare no resources, no sacrifice, to save her. If he needed to dive into the deepest seas, he would. If he needed to tread upon the moonlit paths of dreams, he'd do that too.

Veritas’ resolve to save Charlotte grew into a fire that burned within him. He ordered boats, ships, and his men to be sent in search of the rarest herbs, gathering all the information regarding floral bloom maladies, and bringing specialists to his court to seek answers. No single avenue remained unexplored. In his study, he was almost a shadow of his former self. Gone was the composed, almost detached, magistrate. He had become consumed by Charlotte's condition, often not sleeping, and barely eating, since he took a personal stake in saving her. He systematically checked and re-checked the data in search of patterns, inconsistencies, or something that others had missed.

The once-unyielding sovereign was showing cracks. Each passing day that Charlotte didn't recover weighed heavily on his scarred heart. As the leader of his realm, Veritas knew better than anyone that sometimes things sank beneath the surface, never to be recovered. But he could not let that happen to Charlotte, his heart refused to allow it. 

Then, one day, a particularly frightening piece of data surfaced. Charlotte was now seemingly suffocating with each breath, and the flowers she coughed up were no longer dry, but drenched in blood. This was the worst that her condition had presented thus far.

Veritas’ eyes scanned the parchment, his heartbeat racing as he absorbed the latest update. It was beyond dire, verging on the edge of nightmarish, Charlotte's condition worsening in unimaginable ways. He'd never seen or heard of anything like this. The sovereign felt a weight on his chest, threatening to suffocate him, just as Charlotte was, metaphorically speaking. He crushed the document, still not willing to admit his defeat. The chronicler gasped as the prince glared furiously, fury burning within his eyes. Veritas grabbed his attendant, who'd waited by the door, "Take me to her. Now."

Silently, the attendant obeyed, leading him to the place Charlotte was held. It took little time before they arrived, and his heart clenched seeing the once-robust woman, now barely holding onto life. His throat constricted as he took in her ashen skin, pallid lips, and hollowed eyes. If there was any man unfit to express his emotion, Veritas had been that man, but as he stood over the sick bed, a well of sorrow and regret swelled inside him.

Approaching the bed, he reached out a hand but hesitated, unsure of what to do. All he'd managed to do was watch her slowly fade away. The blame of her condition rested on him, he'd failed to protect her, even as she'd shown him vulnerability.

Once a being defined by his resolve and unwavering poise, Veritas was at his wit's end, and his composure began to crack. He cursed the heavens, why had he accepted to be one of the god’s instruments, why had he agreed to be the prince, if this was the price he had to pay? His heart began to ache, his grief slowly reaching to the very core of his being. If he couldn't even save Charlotte, how could he save others? His failures as Veritas Ratio, prince, and the sovereign of his realm began to haunt him. Tears streaked his face, hot and scalding as he reached out and grabbed her now fragile hand, kneeling beside the bed.

"My Lady...?" he asked in a soft tone, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Your...Highness...?" Charlotte said, turning her face to look at him, nearly gasping for each shaking breath. Her hazel eyes, once bright and full of life, were now dull and drained. And to think, she was barely into her twenties. "You...came..."

Veritas nodded, his voice barely audible as he replied, "I am here, My Lady," A tender, forlorn smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a small sign that despite his cold nature, this woman had carved a space in his heart.

"I should have done more," he whispered as he brushed his fingertips across her forehead, trying to smooth her hair—an action only those close perform. "Do not fear, Charlotte. I will find a cure, I promise. You will not die in vain." he said, his normally firm tone wavering but not breaking. Veritas might not be able to express love, but in that moment, he'd move heaven and earth to save her, to make amends.

"You gave me a chance to give, Charlotte, something I never thought I'd experience. I won't let that end here, not on my watch. I'll save you, I swear to you." His grip tightened around her hand, a silent plea for her to fight, to hold on just a little bit longer, for him. The fierce, unbridled will that so many feared in him now boiled within, fueled by a fierce need to save this woman, who dared to love him.

"Oh, Your Highness..." Charlotte continued, her own eyes brimming with tears. "You don't know how much this means to me but–" her sentence was cut off by another one of her described coughing fits, except now he got to see it in person. The flower that emerged from her throat was indeed drenched in blood, as the physician had described.

But, yet something so simple seemed so morbid and gory all the same. The flower even had a crown of thorns around it.

Veritas’ heart plummeted at the sight, a fresh torrent of despair and anguish surging through him. He'd failed her, and he could not find it within himself to look away from the gruesome display, the thorned flower a stark symbol of her suffering and pain. When the convulsion subsided, Veritas leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes meeting hers as he whispered.

"Forgive me, Charlotte. I'll find your cure, I'll end your suffering. You have my word," The sovereign's eyes shimmered with tears yet again, a display of emotion he'd never shown, even in decades past. Most would think he was hopeless, but Veritas was a creature of stubborn will and determination. He would not falter, not without trying everything within his power first. His tears moistened her forehead, a poignant trail of silent apologies, as he resolved to save her. He wouldn't let her down.

Charlotte's own tears began to fall as well, the scene of it all like a Renaissance painting of two doomed lovers, embracing death together. But that wasn't what they were, it was something they could never be. Not forbidden lovers, but lovers never meant to love each other in the first place.

"I know I don't have much time left," Charlotte managed to gasp out, her voice strained.

"You'll have all the time you need," Veritas spoke fervently, unwavering in his resolve. "I'm not going to let you go, Charlotte." The prince understood nothing of love, but what he now felt was powerful enough to confront the very gods themselves. For Charlotte, he'd wage war. With trembling hands, he cradled her face, his touch gentle, a contrast to his harsh demeanor. "You have given me a gift, a feeling I never thought I'd have. I'm going to fight for it. For you." He held her gaze, eyes ablaze with a newfound conviction, a bond between them forming in spite of the circumstances.

"You are worth every fight, Charlotte. You will survive. I promise you." Veritas pulled away slightly, a hint of determination etched in the lines of his face, a steeliness that hinted he wouldn't stop until he brought her back. It was a fight of epic proportions, a David vs. Goliath, yet he wouldn't relent. This was his purpose, and he'd see it through to the end.

A small smile graced her lips as Veritas cradled her head, and her eyes began to droop as her movements became more relaxed. "You lit up my days, Your Highness. You filled my dreams at night, made my every waking moment something to live for," she whispered, more tears streaming down her face, despite the weak smile she wore. Like the day when he had rejected her love for him, all of those months before. It seemed so long ago, like an eternity. Now, there was nowhere to go.

Charlotte slowly leaned up, pressing her lips against Veritas’, the sickeningly sweet taste of her blood on his lips. As he reciprocated her kiss, his heart was torn in two. He felt a warmth he never knew he craved, an affirmation he never expected to receive. Charlotte had loved him and confessed it with her final breath. A sorrowful warmth enveloped the sovereign, a flood of emotions that threatened to drown him in grief.

She leaned back after a moment, her eyes unfocused, seemingly dimming by the second as she looked up at him. "I love you, Veritas Ratio.” she whispered with a soft smile, before she went still. Her chest had stopped rising and falling, and her eyes had finally closed. But, that smile was still there, like she was still with him. But she wasn't. Not anymore.

When she fell still, Veritas’’ world crumbled in an instant. He didn't feel heartbreak; he felt numb, and yet, he screamed inside. Time seemed to freeze, as though the universe itself had halted, leaving him a witness to the fleeting beauty of life. Charlotte lay before him, lifeless—an inhuman act perpetrated by the divine seemed to have snuffed out the flicker of humanity that once danced in her eyes.

“No…no…no, no, no, no no no no!” 

Veritas held her close, stroking her hair with a tenderness that would have been unimaginable just months earlier. He could do nothing but hold her, tears pouring from his eyes in a river of mourning for his failure, blame, regret, and loss. The prince had committed one fatal error, he'd let someone in. His heart, once a barren desert, had now sprouted roots, only to watch them wither in the space of a breath.

His composure shattered, he wept as he'd never wept before, silent tears finally giving expression to the myriad of thoughts and emotions turbulently coursing through his breached defenses. He'd failed Charlotte, and he knew he'd carry that guilt forever, forever knowing he'd failed at something he wanted more than anything to succeed in. Then, he realized it. He loved her. Now, it was too late. He couldn’t save her. And it was his fault.

“I love you…” Veritas gasped between strangled sobs, holding her close, the heat of her body still present. “I’m sorry…I’m so, so sorry…”

Veritas stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, trying to hold onto her for just a bit longer. This was what love was like. But why did it hurt him so? This was the price he paid for being such an insolent fool before. He felt like a king, stripped of his title and crown, and left a hollow shell of the man he once was. But, Charlotte still somehow found a way to comfort him, even after death. A birdsong could be heard from the window, and as Veritas turned to look, he saw a Violet-Backed Starling. Her favorite bird.

When the birdsong reached his ears, Veritas' heart constricted. Charlotte's beloved bird, a Violet-Backed Starling, perched on the windowsill, beak agape, singing. He didn't know if it was a mere coincidence or if the universe was conspiring to remind him one final time of the woman who'd left an indelible mark on him. With trembling fingers, he wiped the tears off his cheeks. He'd lost Charlotte, but he wouldn't let her sacrifice be in vain. As much as his heart ached, beat a lament for the love he'd never find again, he'd honor her memory. Charlotte had given him her love, sacrificed herself for it, and Veritas would do the same. He'd carry her love as a badge, an unyielding reminder of the power of love, an emotion he now understood, however late it was.

Slowly, with painstaking effort, the sovereign rose, clutching the hand of the woman he'd loved but couldn't save. Even in defeat, he'd continue the fight. Vowing to keep her love alive, he'd wage a solitary war against fate. Through cruel irony, he'd finally found an emotion, one he didn't know how to handle or express, and he'd honor it by doing the only thing he knew. Fight. He’d fight to find the malady that had caused her demise, even if it took his dying breath to do so.

In death, she lived in his heart, and in life, he'd keep her safe. In defeat, he found a purpose, and it would fuel him until his time came to join her. 

Charlotte's funeral procession was held just a week after her death. Family, friends, and others were in attendance, and so was Veritas himself. The rain was pouring that day, just like the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. He stood beside the graveside, a single hazel ribbon slipped into Charlotte's hand. A symbol of the bond he'd never forged before, a color to mirror the eyes he'd grown to love. He'd failed her, but he'd honor her final moments, a simple gesture that held more meaning than he'd ever had to express.

As the coffin lowered, Veritas watched, a heavy weight in his chest, a wound he'd carry to his dying day. He'd pledged his allegiance to her memory, but he'd failed as a man and as a prince. He'd failed in the one piece of humanity he'd finally discovered in a mundane existence. Yet, despite the ache, a newfound purpose bloomed in him. He'd feel her absence every day, with every heartbeat, with every breath he took. But from her love, he would find a way to interpret the emotions he'd never understood, fueling him to become the protector Charlotte had wanted him to be.

With a final tear rolling down his cheek, he bowed his head, sliding a hand through his hair, a ritual he'd never performed, expressive, unguarded. For one last time, he whispered her name, a benediction to mark the end of her earthly journey, promising to follow soon.

But, somehow, in a means of grace, the universe let him know that Charlotte was still very much with him. Whether it would be her Violet-Backed Starling, her favorite song suddenly appearing on the radio, it was like she was there with him, even in the cold grasp of death. He visited her grave every day. Every dawn, every dusk, it was a sort of comforting ritual. 

Over time, Veritas’ wound started to mend, a scar on his heart where Charlotte once lived. It remained a constant reminder, a testament to love and loss, but with each visit to her graveside, the light of her memory lingered a little brighter. Charlotte wasn't just a gravestone in a cemetery; she was forever intertwined with his identity. As he sustained his visits, a small cluster of Violet-Backed Starlings began to follow him, congregating near Charlotte's tombstone, as though they too grieved for her. The sight did little to assuage his pain, but it brought with it a sense of solace, of companionship in his sorrow. Like her, they'd become a sort of anchor, a semblance of her presence in the world.

Music too provided comfort. Her favorite songs, played on the radio, on the streets, filled the void she had left, reminding Veritas that they'd shared something pure and wonderful. Through the anguish, he wove an intricate tapestry of remembrance, surrounding himself with her presence. Mystical happenings and coincidences became commonplace, and he'd come to understand that her spirit, as much as her life, would weave through his days to come. Losing her had been a tragedy, but her love had furnished his soul with the capacity to endure.

He had failed Charlotte, yet she'd given him something he'd never sought—purpose, love, and a wounded heart to remind him to fight for others, to protect the innocent. For all his power as a royal, Charlotte's love proved one of the greatest forces he'd faced, an unseen hand guiding him toward a more compassionate, loving self. 

Then, one night, it was like the unthinkable happened. He heard her voice singing in the halls of his palace, even through the pouring rain outside. He knew Charlotte's voice anywhere, since it was a habit that she used to sing occasionally as she resided in court, a quirk which Veritas had grown fond of. He stood still, a startling jolt of disbelief mingling with overwhelming hope. The sound of her voice, as clear as day in his palace, brought him to his feet. It was Charlotte's gentle, sweet melody, ringing through the halls, evoking memories of their time together.

Veritas’ long strides carried him through the halls, toward the sound of her voice. His heart raced, a palpable beat in the air as he went in search of the ethereal shadow of the woman he'd loved. Steps echoed as he explored—the chambers, the walls, the gentle swoosh of water that seemed to amplify the song's notes. Then, he found her. Well, merely an apparition of her. She was dancing alone in his ballroom, wearing a magnificent violet gown. She no longer looked sick, but as alive and well as the day they first met. Her gaze turned to look at him, as he entered the ballroom, and that same warm smile spread across her face.

He rushed over to her, the unyielding grief of the past days splintering into a million cracks. Veritas spun her around, holding her close, his laughter echoing throughout the room, feeling the warmth of her apparition. It was a physical impossibility, yet, his brain could no longer discern the difference between reality and illusion. All he knew was that he'd found her in a way that he'd never thought was possible.

In the swirl of dance, there was laughter, a resonant crescendo that echoed through the grand ballroom. Tears streamed down the prince’s face, mingling with his laughter. Charlotte, even as a breath of memory, had stirred an unrestrained joie de vivre in Veritas; it was a moment, ephemeral as the wind, yet ageless as the tides. 

"I missed you, mon amour..." Charlotte's spirit whispered, her form surprisingly warm for a ghost.

"And I have missed you more than I could ever articulate," Veritas whispered back, in tandem with the sway of their dance. The room, bathed in moonlight, seemed to pulsate with every beat, the rhythm of their hearts, the infinitesimal quakes their passage left in the very sands of time. It was a transcendent moment, one where reality, the law, and logic dissolved into a singular point of divine affection.

Veritas held her closer, savoring the sensation like a man dying of thirst in a barren desert. He couldn't taste her lips, couldn't feel her heartbeat, but it mattered little; he'd found her again. For a minute, a moment brief as a feather on the wind, he tasted love, happiness, and the bliss of reunion. Charlotte's whispered words, her form, and her expression, embedded themselves in his heart. This would remain his eternal balm of peace, his solace amongst the ashes of woe.

"I'll be back, my dear," Charlotte whispered to him, looking up at his face. "For every full moon, I shall wait for you here. Then, when dawn arrives, I must return to my rightful realm, until our next meeting."

Veritas’ heart leaped at Charlotte's promise, as he stopped their dance, gazing down at her, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He knew that Charlotte's visits would be once a month, as brief as they were. It wasn't fair, hardly enough for a man who'd lost his heart completely. But, for him, it was enough. It was the flame that illuminated his darkness, the beacon in his storm. He cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing her cheek, a silent pledge of the oath he'd made—to honor her memory, to love as she'd taught him. He'd never forget the promise of their monthly dances, a pact sealed in moonlight, and memory.

"Until then, my love, I'll await your return, my strength renewed by your visit," Veritas whispered back, a wistful smile tugging at the edge of his lips, an expression only felt by a man nurturing an insurmountable love. Charlotte then leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. Was this what it was like, to feel the kiss of a ghost, like old poems had said?

As Charlotte leaned in, her spirit pressing a kiss to Veritas’ lips, there was a sense of déjà vu, an echo of the first kiss they shared. It was like stolen memories, a wisp of something that shouldn't exist. Veritas’s lips tingled, the sensation akin to petals gently brushing against them, numbing and exhilarating. For an instant, as their lips parted, his love had materialized, felt in that kiss. As the apparition of Charlotte faded from view, leaving him alone, the kiss remained, imprinted on his lips, a memento of their love. It would be his solace amid grief, his compass in a sea of sorrow. Every month, on the full moon, he would remember the sensation, and it would keep him sane.

Lingering in the ballroom, Veritas’ eyes met the empty space where Charlotte had danced, the memory of her kindness, sincerity, and love reflected in their depths. He would keep their dance alive in his heart, returning to it every full moon, as Charlotte promised. It would be his ritual of remembrance, a sacred vow to protect her legacy. And, as she promised, every full moon, she returned, her apparition's voice calling him through the halls, right back to the ballroom once more.

The full moon, a celestial symbol of everlasting affection, marked the return of Charlotte's spirit, her malachite eyes alight in the moon's pale radiance. With the rhythm of the dance, of their whirling embrace, Veritas was given respite, a sanctuary from the monotony of earthly duties and responsibilities. Here, in the transcendent expanse of starlight, love, and song, he became a mere man, lost in the dream of romance, mirroring the primitive pull of humanity.

Each dance was an echo of the last, punctuated with Charlotte's warm smile, her cheeks flushed as they twirled. She'd whisper into his ear, and he'd respond, their shared secret, a pact that bound them together in a state of enchantment. The whispers of love, the fragile touch of her spirit, would leave an indelible impression on Veritas’ heart. Sunrise, a fiery benediction, would dissolve Charlotte's apparition, sending her back to her realm, leaving Veritas alone, pining for the next full moon. As days turned into weeks, and months passed, the ritual remained unbroken, a constant in his quest to honor and memorialize Charlotte's memory.

As the years slipped by, the people came and went, the world and the kingdom evolved, but the gossamer thread of Charlotte's love remained unbroken, untarnished. The full moon, the call of her violet-backed starling, the sweet fragrance of lavender—all these served as silent whispers of her enduring presence.

In the presence of Charlotte's ethereal spirit, he became human, feeling the raw, unflinching emotion that love imbues, the very emotion he thought he'd never understand. Charlotte's visits, a whispered prayer of love, created ripples, transforming not just the heart of Veritas but the very heart of his realm.

These nocturnal dances, these stolen moments, borne in the gentle embrace of moonlit nights, laid the cornerstone of Veritas’ devotion, a mixture of justice, passion, and protection. Charlotte's spirit bred a symbiotic love, a reciprocity, where he protected the innocent and upheld justice as a testament to her life, a balm to his soul. As the years marched on, so too did the ballroom dance. The stars shifted, the world turned, yet the rhythm of their footsteps, the caress of her spirit upon his, remained.

And yet, even as Veritas’ hairs began to turn gray, and he wasn’t as graceful like his youthful days, his beloved was still there, waiting for him. She would always welcome him back with her melodic voice and open arms, and danced with him until the dawn reared its head.

Even on his deathbed, Veritas wasn’t afraid. While he never found love on the mortal plane, or started a family of his own, he had found all of the solace and love he needed in his beloved Lady, who was waiting for him in the realm beyond. And even as he passed on, they still danced in that ballroom. But now, it was every night. Every night, if one would listen closely, they could hear the faint music while the two danced in the celestial moonlight. Every night, if you stayed quiet enough, you could hear their voices, reminiscing about their mortal lives. And, every night, if you were lucky enough to get a glimpse, you could see the two of them, spinning and waltzing around the palace’s ballroom.

Like they never even left in the first place. They looked so happy, gazing into one another’s eyes as their ghosts danced around the opulent chamber, like they were the only two in the world that mattered. But, to them, that was true. Even in death, the only company they needed was one another. In death, for eternity, they waltzed and danced from sunset to rise.

 And that was enough.

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Staticmoth: Angsty, toxic, obsessive, already stablished or still in a situationship, I would love to role play something that dives in the type of relationship they have. But it can vary, it can be in the past, during or after season 1, we can try demon canon or human au... Lots of ideas and plots. I would prefer to play Vox, but it can be discussed.

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Gavril from the Bubo Series Fanfic

Riddled with thoughts you've kept suppressed come spilling out in the middle of the night.

Gender neutral.

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That night, you maybe would have died if you slept like a log throughout a break-in even after a tiring day. Painless death, with no trace of your body, perhaps not even a sign of struggle. Police investigation may come to conclusions that you might have ran away but then again, that would be a questionable disappearance as you really showed no signs of of such. Your belongings intact (except for maybe the foods in your fridge), through texts you never really showed any hints. Neighbors and co-workers wouldn't even know where you went, nor would your loved ones.

You'd be plastered in thumbnails of exploitative True Crime shows. If you hadn't crept down the stairs and swung your bat at the first thing you saw, then yes, you would have died too. There was just about plenty ways for you to die that night and thankfully you had taken the right steps to keep your life. Gavril could kill you but for some reason, he didn't.

Reason in which you can only assume to attaching himself to the first person who shows the barely barest minimum of human kindness. You have no recollection by which you had expressed hints of being interested with him, you were just trying to survive and live another day.

"You really are lonely"

Back then, you mentally scoffed at the statement. 'Projection much?' you thought. You don't even know where he pulled that from, aside from the man himself... Only to have that confirmation upon conversing with him further.

Suddenly, you were in a relationship that would put your middle school relationship to shame. Neck-break pace of getting in a relationship, that's a new record, Disney Princesses could never. It felt like being a hostage for fuck's sake, what would have happened if you rejected him? Knowing nothing about him but his first name (not even his full name), favourite food, some of his hobbies that isn't larceny, has a friend rat, and he travels a lot. Well, you came to know more about him when you reached out to him via texts, which he was quick and particularly eager to reply.

There was this lingering thought of calling the police on him after he had given his number to you. Give his contact detail to the authorities and let them have him. But you didn't. You had the choice not to talk to him, but you did and in fact, they were highlights of your days. The Pavlovian effect it had instilled within you was just pathetically laughable in your eyes, how you'd perk up at the notification coming from your phone. Not to be a stupid romantic cliché nut, but he brings a warm tug on your cheeks when you can't help but smile with every texts. Cringe, but true. You were starting to wonder whether he saw through you when he said you were lonely or it was sheer projection and you were just being a crazy defensive bitch.

But in all this, there's this nagging voice at the back of your head. What the fuck is this relationship?What does 'not roomates' even mean? He calls you darling, but what if that is just him being friendly and referring to friends with terms of endearment? Like you've thought before, you have barely expressed something remotely close to romantic that night but at the same time, he seems to be the type to get attached so fast with the show of the minute show of the bare minimum of being a decent fucking person. What if it is just friendship he wants? You want nothing more but the clarity of the boundaries of your relationship in fear of overstepping or making him uncomfortable. It is why you have been holding back no matter how playful he is with flirtations.

You've had previous relationship experiences that had made you this... Wary. Out of defense, you always kept that annoying nagging paranoia on your mental bedside table to protect yourself or the other person from the inevitable heartbreak. This is unabashedly so middle school relationship-coded, you have no idea why you continue to indulge this at this age, were you really trying to achieve a new low? You have nothing against Gavril... Okay, maybe you do, the man did try to eat you, it is justified, but water under the bridge (sort of), but other than that, he is just a bit of a recluse and withdrawn from certain topics.

Whenever you'd ask for clarifications of what your relationship is, he would often swerve the topic away. It was painfully obvious how he doesn't want to address it. In one month you knew him, maybe he does not know either or maybe there is nothing at all in this relationship but he is afraid to answer. You learned not to further upset him by allowing him to change the subject and it has always been that way. You are well-aware that it's a red flag, his refusal to communicate but did that sway you away from him? Barely.

We need to talk.

I need you to be serious.

You are well-aware how much these words can be anxiety-inducing and would immediately hold his attention with no cutesy emojis indicated. At first you didn't exactly know why you wanted to know until you texted him. It wasn't to confirm any of your paranoia and hurt yourself in the process, you genuinely want to fix it... Keep him longer. At least there's some growth, the old Y/N would have done this with the intent being the former. Old Y/N would set up the trap, and if they didn't like what they heard, they're pushing the person away before they could feel hurt.

Yes?

Eager as ever, he was always quick to reply.

What are we exactly?

To him, it was unprompted for the day, to be fair, it had always been a question which lingered every time you talked with him. You just wanted an answer, why can't he answer it? It's not like you were asking for too much, you just wanted to know. How serious does he want this to be?

Not roommates 😅

It took him longer to reply, considering his icon had been bouncing for a few moment that you'd assume he already has at least a paragraph ready. This would have made you smile, but today was different.

I'm serious Gavril.

For a moment you were struck with guilt. Were you selfish to put him in such an uncomfortable position right now? Maybe there is a reason he does not want to answer— no... Communication is key, and you need to know at least an inkling of how he feels to know how to proceed.

Here's another one, why do you always avoid this question? I just want to know so we know how to talk about this.

I honestly don't know

Can I call?

Go ahead

Almost immediately his contact appeared on your notification tab, ringing incessantly. Upon answering, you can hear all sorts of background noises on his end, most of them being the motors of vehicles.

"I hope it's not an inconvenience that I called, but I don't think I can text what's on my mind." His voice was clear despite the city noises you can hear from his end.

"All good."

For a moment he stumbles, pausing momentarily in search for words and gather his thoughts. "I don't know what are we honestly. I always thought that we're... Ya know... A thing," again with the vagueness, but you let him continue. "But then you started asking 'what are we', I also started to question that and I can't really return the question around since you're also confused... I... I just don't know how to, y'know, start a conversation about it. I always thought that if we don't talk about it, it would be fine." Uncertainty was in his voice as he rambled, sighing by the end of it. "Why are you asking?"

"I didn't want to assume what our relationship is. I want to avoid overstepping some boundaries. Been there, done that." A bitter laugh originates from your throat, memories of past relationships flooding in your mind. "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable... I... I'm sorry, I overthink a lot of things that sometimes I just make problems in my head and--"

"No, you didn't make it up. I think this has been keeping you up a lot and you just wanted to talk about it properly. I'm sorry for not clarifying sooner," His tone was light and pleasant, there he was again being the warm tug on your cheeks. The anxiety in your chest subsides with his words and honestly, you have no idea how much you can hold on to it before abandoning him all together. "Well then, what do you want us to be?"

There was that question again, this time it came from him. He already thought you guys are a thing, whatever that means, but perhaps now it bears a certain connotation that have just been confirmed and you can't help but to smile.

"I like what we have..." Except now you're now aware of it. Perhaps in time you'd be more comfortable expressing yourself as well. "I guess we are a thing"

"A bit vague but I guess we don't really have a word for it yet," He chuckled on the other side of the line. To be frank, he isn't quite comfortable labelling it as a 'couple' yet. Emphasis on yet. "I'm glad you brought this up."

"You are?" You sheepishly ask, fumbling with your sleeve. "I was always told that I'm just paranoid. Er, everyone says that I am. That everything that I overthink only becomes a problem when I bring them up... So sometimes I just try to shut up because I don't want any trouble and then every problem I 'created' in my mind just plays out and comes apart at the seams and ruins everything."

"Sounds like they're the problem. You're just pointing it out and they're not listening. Let me guess, they blamed you to some degree?"

"Bullseye. No wonder I thought being alone was better," You bitterly chuckled, before sighing. "This is... Stupidly depressing. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. And it's depressingly relatable. But at least we have each other."

That's reassuring, you'll take it. A yawn creeps from your mouth as you responded, "Right."

"Go to bed. It's late already."

"Only if you do the same." Knowing him, he'd skip sleep yet again.

"Fine." He relents with a defeated sigh. "Next time, just address the problems okay? I promise you're not paranoid."

The old you would be in deep doubt. The current you is just relieved at the reassurances sent your way. Heart strings were strummed and you smiled through the haze of sleepiness.

"Promise."

"Alright. Good night, darling."

Half-lidded eyes flew for a moment when you hear the term of endearment, the word rolling off his tongue, pass his lips suddenly envelopes you with warmth in the late, cold night.

"Goodnight, Gavril."

[silenteyes]

That headcannon of the Child of the Cheshire cat was amazing! Their reaction to seeing MC be a floating head is amazing! I hope you'll make it a series! If you do and do the child of the queen of hearts I can just see MC just cooing over Luke

I'm so sorry it took a while to reply, but thank you! If I get asks about it more I'll definitely write more, but it is a plan to make it a series! Thank you for the request though (is it one? I don't know, never got one!), Miss Hearts is definitely an interesting individual with an interesting personality, I hope you enjoy this!

The Child of Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts

An Obey Me Series where the MC/you are the child of a fairytale character!

Characters: All of them minus the S4 Trio (I haven’t gotten there yet, and I fear I’d make them too OOC, apologies!), Gender-Neutral MC

Lucifer

Oh dear Diavolo. You were uptight. So VERY uptight.

When you had first arrived, you were dressed as if you were royalty. Well, to be completely fair, you were - but no one knew that yet.

Everything had to be on time for you. And you had a very wayward sense of time. It complicated a lot of things.

Lucifer never admitted it, but he kind of liked how you could reign in your brothers. You had that ability to make everyone hear you AND listen to you.

When he had gotten over his initial judgement of you, he realized that you were just a bit... crazy?

(It feels like he dealt with someone like this, maybe in another life. He remembers a sort of cat-like presence. Maybe it was just him.)

You were extremely good at chess, and card games.

You were very demanding. You’re way of speaking seemed a bit weird to him too. (”Off with your heads!”. Really? Is this an execution?)

You were good in court, seeing your performance in the academy's debate club.

He's slightly intimidated, but he finds that getting on your good side is easy with just blood red roses and some chocolate (that is, if you aren't allergic to them)

Mammon

Y ou were so much like Lucifer, at first. He hated it!

You... made him roses? Paper roses? Painted them? A HUNDRED OF THEM?

He honestly almost had a heart attack FOR you, what in the name of Diavolo were you thinking?

He had hung around you after that, mostly out of guilt. During those times, he did grow to like you and enjoy your presence.

You and him are GREAT gambling buddies. You somehow always win against the other party.

Somehow, you think of the best punishments for the other party when they lose? It’s amazing and he stays in awe every time.

He knows you’re not some normal human.

No offense, no normal human would act and dress like you

He literally cannot resist any request from you, he spoils you a lot. He has a feeling you do it on purpose.

Leviathan

How were you so rich with ACTUAL gold? He sensed it the moment you entered Devildom.

Levi avoided you, but to be fair, he avoided everyone. Mostly you because you felt... off.

The first time he met you PERSONALLY, he thought you were very bossy.

He disliked how you thought you were like all that, ordering everyone around.

He never got along with you, and he thought you disliked him too, at first.

One day, the brothers all went out and he thought you followed them, but there you were in the kitchen, making tea.

You immediately invited him over, and he wanted to decline, but you had already poured him a cup of tea.

He sat down, and he was immediately thrown off because of how talkative you were. You were asking him about anime, games and much more.

He wanted to cry tears of joy. Someone who was open to the same interests he had? He would never have to play games alone again!

From that day onwards, he made it his mission to introduce you to modern-day pop culture.

Satan

He thought you were a self-absorbed royal. Yes, royal.

With how you dressed he wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.

He was interested in you, though. So he had walked up to you one day and struck a conversation.

Surprisingly (to him), you actually had a pretty nice personality! Maybe a bit haughty, but he thought it might’ve been the way you were raised.

He could tell you had a kind heart.

The two of you often hang out at his room for tea parties, and discuss books.

He brought you into the “Lucifer Hate Club” shenanigans

You both bond over cats.

You’d ramble about a certain Chesire, and he’d listen intently.

Asmodeus

With such an amazing sense of style, suffice to say he fell in love with you at first sight

Asmo would always have you go out with him

Shopping, mani-pedi, shopping again, eat, and shop

It was an endless cycle

If you wanted to consider which demon brother you’ve had sleepovers with most, it’s Asmodeus

Sometimes, you all surf the web to judge on other people’s fashion styles

It usually ends up with him writing an essay-long advice for the person while you watch him

Cafe dates, lots of them.

Asmo is just THAT influencer, but he still pays attention to you

“Oh, you look fabulous, hun. Most magnificent human I’ve ever laid my eyes upon! Obviously, out of all beings, I’m still the most gorgeous!”

Beelzebub

This human smelt funny… smelt too much like flowers and smoke and war -

But then he smelled the butter, tea, chocolate, scones

Yeah he tried to eat you

He didn’t get to, obviously, but a jewelry was eaten!

… Along with some hair

Don’t worry, you’re not bald

You avoided him like the plague for a while

But then he came in with puppy-dog-eyes and a pout that reminded you too much of her, though you’ve only heard tales and saw paintings

You forgave him grumpily

You both bond by you making tasty sweets and him eating it

You both also like fencing!

You were excited to spar with him, finally able to practice to make sure you won’t get rusty

Maybe this glutton isn’t so bad, after all…

Belphegor

Oh, you despised him at first sight

You weren’t so foolish as to believe him, but playing pretend is something you’re really good at

When he had finally ended you (or so he thought), you were livid

You were wearing your favourite clothes, no less, one that reminded you of home

All of it… teared and ripped to shreds.

You both had a rocky relationship after that

It was only because of Beelzebub that you both tried to get along

He never apologized, but you could see it through his actions that he was trying

You appreciated it

Actions speak louder than words

(Though your mother only wanted an apology, you wanted to be better. Words were useless if there was no sincerity)

After a few weeks, you finally decided to forgive him

Only because of Beelzebub.

It was only after that that you both realized startling similarites

You both loved piano, and chocolate!

You guys begrudgingly hang out, but will never admit that you enjoy each others’ company!

Diavolo

The Queen of Hearts was someone he respected

He enjoyed her company as well!

To receive the child of Her Majesty was an honour

He babied you immensely, only because he had promised to keep you safe

Even though you were in school, you weren’t rid of your royal duties

That means paperwork.

He’d invite you for teatime, but usually it’s for filling out paperwork

Don’t worry, you both mourn about your wasted time together

Barbatos would have to threaten you both to get you guys working

You find that he and you have many things in common

Child of a major royal, heir to the throne, all that jazz

You often hang out with him, only to get a sense of familiarity

Your mom would be royally pissed if you forgot “Royalty 101”

You both played chess often, though it ends in ties

Yeah, he’s definitely the most normal out of every demon

Barbatos

You adored him

He reminded you of the White Rabbit, your best friend and assistant

You’d order him around, and he’ll follow without complaint

Finally! Someone who treats you like how you should be treated!

The again… this isn’t your realm…

Barbatos often indulges you with sweets and pastries

He was the second best butler, most definitely

Your homesickness would be cured with only his presence

He is the oddest one of them all

You knew nothing about him

A certain Chesire’s voice would ring in your mind

“Curiouser and curiouser…”

Oh, he also reminded you of the Caterpillar

You could only be glad he isn’t smoking

Simeon

The angel was an absolute… angel!

Oh, he was so kind and nice and indulgent

The subjects in Underland were rarely like him, it was refreshing!

Most of them were anxious and loud and hyper

He was one of your favourites

Simeon finds you interesting, and would often ask questions which you only answered in riddles

Well, you could say Mad Hatter rubbed off on you

He has a botanical garden he shares with Beelzebub and Barbatos, and now with you

The roses were your favourite, and Simeon made sure to take really good care of them

His favourite were white roses

He was confused when none were left, but then he smelled… paint?

You were painting the white roses?!?

He almost had a heart attack and had to explain that the flowers can’t have paint on them

If you wanted naturally red roses, he had some at the back of the garden

You stared at him in awe

“YOU HAVE ROSES THAT ARE RED? THAT HAD NOT BEEN PAINTED AND ARE STILL RED?”

Oh dear…

Luke

Oh… this sweet child

The Underland had always taken a liking to children, especially after Alice

But Alice had never returned, and you never met her, or any normal child

A child’s imagination and happiness was what you needed to keep alive

So, instead of ordering him around like you did with others

You indulged the child with fairytales and stories

Luke loved you to bits!

You never acted patronizing towards him, even though he knew you treated him like a child

He had cried once, when everything was getting too much, when everyone was bullying him

And you were pissed

Children should not be crying and frowning, they should be giggling and having fun

The demon brothers got an earful

He looked up to you after that, often copying your way with words and your movements

It was like having a mini you!

… Was this how your mother felt when she had you? When she met Alice?

Blegh, who cares!

You remind yourself everyday to ask Luke if he’d like to visit Underland one day

You’ll ask him before leaving Devildom.

He’s your #1 favourite in the whole Devildom, no one else

Besides, he even bakes for you! All for you!

Solomon

“Alice in Wonderland?”

You paused and stared at him when he said that

He immediately got goosebumps, and he could only be glad your head wasn’t as huge as your mother’s!

You were suspicious of him, at first, but then he revealed to you he was a sorcerer

(He was terrified that you’d actually cut his head off, so he said that to divert your suspicion but what were you even suspicious about was what he was confused with)

He reminded you of the Mad Hatter!

Solomon was definitely mad.

And not a normal human being

He loves to irritate you, but he always make sure you know to not take it to heart

It was… refreshing

You hated his dishes, though

Heaven forbid he cook for you again, because the one time he did you looked him straight in the eye with a blank gaze

“If you cook for me ever again, it will be off with your head.”

You emphasized your point but flicking a card from your deck straight to the wall

It got stuck. In the damn wall. Because it cut through the wall.

You intimidate him.

I’M FINALLY DONE! I’m so sorry to the anon who requested this, it took quite literally ALMOST A YEAR! My motivation to write was down the drain, so I apologize. I also got confused a lot while writing, but I hope it is coherent enough

[gentaro-kinniecom]

hihi! may i rq kaoru x fem reader where the reader is a mermaid? :3 thank you! <3

Destiny was made for us

Characters: Kaoru Hakaze/fem!reader

C/w: none! 2k+ words, fluff, mermaid!reader, a bit of fighting and angst but it has a happy ending. Kaoru might be ooc but he’s still a flirty mf 😞 HELP tooth-rotting fluff ew (AWEEUSNSNXND) slightly suggestive in some parts?? (Up to the readers pov i guess)

A/n: Hii !! This post is super long so I apologize for the extensive paragraphs LMAO also I just started my senior year so I might be more busy in school, but I’ll try to post and update as much as I can, thank you all for your follows, likes and the many support you’ve given me, it means a lot!! I hope you enjoy this <33

The sea calls out for him. It was a weird feeling, walking towards the sea during such a late hour. His friends adviced Kaoru to not even dare go so late out, he didn't listen nor believed in what his friends said about mermaids. Kaoru thought it was something out of a fairy tail, that wasn't real and that his friends were pranking him about the matter. It wasn't until he went that day, that he realized his friends were more than right.

But it was too late, Kaoru felt mesmerized by the ocean, noticing a faint glow peaking out from the dephs of the sea. He suddenly saw what he thought was a tail, from a mermaid? His body pulling itself towards the current, eyes locked on the now strong glow. Kaoru locked eyes with the person (?) in front of him, the thing is, it wasn't a human, but a mermaid who's eyes reflected the ocean.

"ah so you're a human?" the mermaid asked as kaoru smiled, feeling his body sit on the ocean floor, the mermaid's hands on his cheeks as she suddendly gasped

"oh right! you can't breathe.." she spoke, taking the new man she had met to the shore as he coughed up water, looking around as he saw the tail from earlier and turning towards her. In a moment of shock, Kaoru got aback, looking at her as she laughed, returning to the ocean as Kaoru stared in shock, leaving the beach and silently promising himself to come back some other day.

Undead had a photoshoot a few days after the encounter Kaoru had in the same beach as before. He wondered around, looking to see if the mysterious mermaid would appear before him once more. The photoshoot ended within a few hours, Kaoru had stayed back, waiting for the right moment as he saw her again. She laid in the sand, smiling at Kaoru who was admiring her beautiful features.

"i believe i have yet to know your name" the mermaid spoke, her tail shimmering under the afternoon sun as he sat beside her, looking at the sea as he replied

"Kaoru. Kaoru Hakaze, what's yours?" He asked, short and simple but it made her smile. It has been a long time since she's ever had an interaction with a human once more.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for nearly drowning you yesterday, I didn't think you would be that curious to follow me into the depths of the ocean" She replied, joining Kaoru who was still admiring the ocean view, Y/n suddenly joined the waves, noticing that Kaoru had stood up briefly to watch as she swam happily, coming back to shore and waiting for Kaoru to bring up the conversation again.

"Well..I just felt like I had to do it. Something was telling me to follow you, weird isn't it?" Kaoru joined her in the seashore, staring at her e/c orbs, she was just so pretty, almost like a siren in disguise, waiting for the right moment to drown him in the ocean to her heart's content. But it wasn't that way, she was just as in awe as him. His light brown eyes complementing his dark blonde mullet styled hair that flowed with the wind.

"no I get that, how long are you staying at the resort?" y/n inquired, sitting in the seashore, feeling the waves pull at her body as Kaoru did the same, he smiled shorty before replying to her.

"about a month or so? I haven't spoken to my managers about that" He sheepishly spoke, scratching the back of his neck slightly as she pondered, then speaking

"your..manager? Do you sing? I've seen many idols come by sometimes and seen their performances from up close..when i have the chance every few moons or so" He frowned, not understanding the words that she had just spoken, y/n smiled before explaining what she meant by that

"I can turn into a human, it happens during some change the sun and moon form together, I cannot control it and which is why..I have a small house from here, it truly is my second home" Y/n spoke, truthfully, noticing Kaoru had been attently listening to her. It seemed what she spoke of, was happening right in front of him.

"Is it such a coincidence how you changed after you said that?" He asked, looking at her and the new form she adquired after leaving the ocean, her tail had 'magically' changed into legs like his. Y/n still had a rough time getting herself used to her new form, nearly tripping as she felt Kaoru's hands holding her to prevent that from happening again.

"apperantly it is, my father had warned that it could happen again and this time it may be permanent" Kaoru's face expressed worry for her, they began walking together in the beach, their footprints dissapearing once the waves met the sandy shore as they talked about their lives, and how different both of them were, but of course, the sea and land are two completely different worlds.

"So your father is a legend in your hometown?" Y/n nodded, she crouched down to look at the sea shells and pretty rocks as Kaoru picked some up, offering them to her as she smiled.

"Somewhat, I just had the bad luck of getting this curse that I can't even control, there's a sea witch that offered me help but I can't give her what she's asking for in exchange"

"What could she probably ask in exchange?" Kaoru questioned, sitting on a nearby bench that was a bit far from the beach itself and in the park that was right beside it. He offered her a seat beside him, noticing how she fidgeted with her hands, looking a bit nervous as she answered him.

"My soul. Strange, isn't it? It would be useless to give up something as precious and life giving as that to be able to control what I can't in the first place." His eyes slightly widened at the reveal, Kaoru wasn't expecting that, he didn't know if to comfort her or just straight up do nothing.

"That..really is something, I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's not your fault, I don't need any pity as well. Its just, things that happen you know?" Kaoru disagreed, expressing his thoughts later on.

"But those things aren't common, anywhere! I know we come from different areas, but you shouldn't have to do something so extreme like that" She wasn't expecting that, looking at Kaoru who was already glancing at her, eyes with a faint sparkle that she noticed, he wondered if it was really destiny that brought them together

"I know, maybe its a good thing we met then. When's your next concert?" She asked as Kaoru accompanied Y/n to the small beach house around the corner, it was beautifully decorated on the outside, the inside had little to not much furniture, it seemed the amount of times she would visit here weren't so frequent as he thought it would be.

"Nice house, I'm asuming you rarely come by right?" Kaoru asked, she slightly smiled and laughed as he did the same.

"Yeah, my apologies for not being able to offer you anything at the moment, I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon." He digressed, sitting on one of the stools from the kitchen, soon answering Y/n

"Its in about a week from here, why? You're planning on going?" She smiled, nodding as they later on, stood out on the front porch.

"Its getting late, your friends might get worried, I'll go see you in a week, I promise" With those final words, Kaoru bid her a goodnight and left towards the nearby resort, thinking about tonight’s events as he soon fell into a deep slumber.

The week went by so fast, Kaoru couldn't believe it as he stood in front of the big mirror in his dressing room. Looking at the clock and silently wishing Y/n would keep her promise of being there to see him perform. As Undead began their performance, Kaoru spotted Y/n in a (f/c) summer dress as she waved at him softly. During the entire concert, he couldn’t help but stare at her, smiling every once in a while in her direction as she reciprocated her own. After it had ended, Kaoru requested for her presence in his dressing room.

“You called?” She asked, closing the door behind her as Kaoru smiled, noticing that she was cold from the air conditioning in the room, he quickly grabbed one of his favorite coats, placing it on her arms as she thanked him

“Well yeah, I wanted to know if you liked the concert” Kaoru replied, allowing her to sit on his couch as she smiled, noticing how Kaoru looked..different from all those days ago, his aura was radient, it almost seemed as if he felt at peace with her, and she felt at home with him.

“Of course I did, I didn’t pin you to be the flirting type” Y/n laughed, seeing how Kaoru suddenly leaned closer towards her, slowly making her back hit the couch while Kaoru chuckled, caressing her face as she laid there for a moment, realizing the compromising position

“Why? Are you into flirty guys?” She pushed him back, feeling a bit embarrassed as he smiled, softly ruffling her hair while Kaoru stood up, Y/n following as they walked outside towards the beach like usual

“I guess it’s things I rarely see in my hometown, there’s no one I’m really interested in. They’re all after the same thing, to become the next heir to a great fortune my ancestors left behind” His eyes widen slightly, pouting a bit as he enjoyed the night breeze at the beach alongside who he knew was his soulmate, two souls destined to meet each other and spend the rest of their lives together. His hand intertwined with hers, kissing the top of hers as she smiled, listening to his words with awe

“I know we barely met about two weeks ago, but I can promise you, those guys are jerks, they don’t deserve anything that you have” Kaoru’s words touched her heart, which was beating at about a hundred miles, she had never felt this way before, perhaps this curse..wasn’t that terrible at all

“You’re right, they were, and still are. Tell me Kaoru, do you believe in true love, or are you just flirting with any woman you come across?” The question snapped him out of the daydream he had while gazing at the moon that reflected on the ocean. Kaoru turned towards Y/n, smiling as he moved a bit closer to her, not letting go of her hand as he answered her question

“I’ve flirted with many girls-“ he paused, taking in Y/n’s face for a moment and continuing “-but I do believe in true love, I think I found the one” He smiled, glancing at her again, his grip on her hand tightened.

“Really? I think so too” They smiled and looked away as teenagers feel when they’re in love with each other. She quickly dragged Kaoru towards a nearby cave that revealed a beautiful waterfall at the very end of it

“It’s..absolutely breathtaking Y/n, how did you find this place?” He looked around in awe as she let go of his hand, walking towards the waterfall as she sat down in one of the rocks inside the big pond that accompanied it.

“When I turned into a human for the first time, I came across it, and just knew I had to bring whom I think would be my true love” He felt his heart burst, sitting beside her, not believing the words that she had just spoken

“..me? You really think so?” Y/n nodded, leaning closer towards Kaoru as he held her hands, now stumbling together in the pond, getting their clothes wet as they laughed, hugging each other for a while

After a while, Kaoru took her back to her small beach house, standing in the doorway. It was a bit of an awkward moment even though they technically confessed to one another.

“Have you ever kissed someone Kaoru?” Y/n wondered, observing how he stood closer, his eyes scanning her face before pulling Y/n into his embrace

“I..haven’t. Why? Do you want to kiss?” She averted her gaze to the floor, he smiled, placing his hand on her chin, making her look up as he leaned forward, close enough for her to hold her breath

“Yeah, I guess you could say that” And with that, their lips met, his hands on her waist softly as they kissed under the moonlight. As they parted away, she couldn’t believe he would just kiss her like that at her request

“Just so you know, I wouldn’t kiss anyone else even if they asked, I want to be yours Y/n, even if you eventually turn back into your normal state, I’ll keep loving you” She smiled, tear-eyed as he kissed her forehead lovingly. Her hands holding him tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I think I’m in love with you Kaoru” Y/n confessed, feeling as Kaoru kissed her again, this time she was pinned against her front door, his hands remained on her waist, parting away while panting heavily.

“Me too, I can’t live without you. It’s like I’ve known you for a long time” Her eyes widen a bit, noticing the necklace he wore as she touched it.

“Wait, Kaoru have we met before? This necklace..you were the guy I met three years ago! I gave you this necklace, it has my hometown’s most precious gem.” His brain clicked the pieces together, that one summer where he went on vacation with his family and met a girl his age, making necklaces on the shore as he sat beside her…it was Y/n this entire time

“I’ve always knew I’d find you some day, I haven’t forgotten about it ever since I began wearing the necklace” She hugged him, sobbing in his arms, not believing that destiny was real and how it favored them so.

Years later, they got engaged, getting married at the same beach they met for the first time, Y/n’s family heard of the news, and now that her life finally found a balance, the curse was no more. She could easily change between human and mermaid form, her family already knowing how to do so and being able to assist their wedding. It was the best day ever for them. Wearing beautiful outfits and crying during their vows, their love was unmatched for any circumstance that occurred in their lifes, and now as Husband and Wife, Kaoru was more than happy to settle down together, taking a small hiatus from his group to tend to his loving wife.

“I don’t regret ever marrying you my love, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me” He smiled, kissing Y/n dearly as they laid in their new bed, taking in how exhausting yet fun the wedding was.

“Me neither, I’m glad its you, even my family approves of you, trust me when they said they are visiting frequently from now on” They laughed, now sitting up and looking from their bedroom window the sunset and the ocean. Two different worlds, colliding to achieve peace between them. In perfect harmony, holding hands as they felt their connection towards one another stronger, this was the beginning of something truly beautiful.

[matchaxberries]

Please may I have Tokyo Ghoul headcanons of Hide falling in love with a female Ghoul who happened to be Touka's and Ayato's oldest sister and her name is Hana Kirishima. Hana is generally a kind woman despite her serious demeanor but don't be fooled by the weak woman act..Hana is stronger than she looks as a ghoul. How would Hide feel about falling for a female Ghoul..who is very similar to Touka.

Hana was reluctant about the guy considering her identity as a ghoul and the last time that she fell in love with a human..she almost got killed by a CCG investigater.

Hide With a Ghoul Love Interest Headcanons

Hideyoshi x Ghoul!OC (Hana Kirishima)

Headcanons, Requested, SFW

Summary: Headcanons of Hideyoshi Nagachika with a ghoul!OC! love interest, who is siblings to Touka and Ayato Kirishima.

Warnings: The word hentai is mentioned, maybe OOC of Hide? Smallest mentions of children at the very end.

(A/N) Thank you for the Tokyo Ghoul request! This is going to be written pre RE: era. I don’t know too much about your OC, but I hope I do her justice. :3

Hide is pretty nice, he never turns down a friendship or a conversation with anyone. So Hana and him get along and talk in Anteiku often.

Hide didn’t know of her ghoul identity for a while, and never would of thought someone like her could be a ghoul.

He finds her sweet, and has a sense of wanting to protect her. Even if he isn’t all that strong himself.

He finds her ability to be serious very cute. He enjoys teasing her of it and likes to try and break her act.

He finds out that she’s siblings to Touka quite quickly, since she works in Anteiku she noticed her own sibling hanging out with Hide.

“I don’t see what you see in him Hana…” Touka will comment, making her sister a cup of coffee to enjoy.

“I don’t see anything in him… Don’t make assumptions like that.” Hana will comment back. Obviously just too stubborn to admit how he makes her feel.

Hide eventually suggests a double date with himself, Hana, Kaneki, and Touka. Everyone accepts that date, and Hana still isn’t wanting to admit her feelings for Hide.

Hide on the other hand…

Random really bad pick up lines. Jokes too, and so many hints Hana just doesn’t take.

Eventually Hide is tired of all his efforts being denied. He confronts her about it.

“Hana, why are you always rejecting me? What is it about me you don’t like?” He questions her.

You see he tried to go to Touka, but all Touka said was that it was complicated. Which he didn’t understand.

“It’s not that there’s something I don’t like, it’s that I’m something you shouldn’t like.” She replied back to him pretty harsh.

Hide seems dumbfounded, really confused to why that is.

Eventually, after a bit of back and forth, Hana will come out to him with her biggest secret. She’s a ghoul, and she explains her past with the CCG and humans.

Hide just stares at her for a bit, and cracks a joke. “Is that why you don’t like my cooking?” He gave her a warm smile.

Hana stays absolutely confused for a while, he isn’t yelling at her, isn’t running away? Why isn’t he scared?

Hana worries he’s going to go tell the CCG after this. So she begins to distance herself from him for a while, never acknowledging him and almost disappearing from his eyes completely for a few weeks.

No news ever comes of the CCG looking for her, no CCG officers end up coming to Anteiku, and her siblings haven’t heard any news either.

She eventually starts seeing Hide again. Asking him many questions to why he never told the CCG, why he wasn’t scared.

“Why would I tell on someone I love so much? How could I be scared if someone I’m so close to?” He says all with a cheery smile.

Hana just stares at him in the eyes, what does he mean how could he be scared??? Literally a flesh eating ghoul?

After a while, they begin to date. :3

Hide is surprised at how impressive her kagune is. Hana showed it to him after a while of his begs, and after quite an interesting encounter.

They were together walking at night in a bit of a secluded place, and someone came at them going on of how it’s their territory. Not for long though.

Hide is very glad she was there to help him, he would of gotten devoured.

After the (quick) fight was over, Hide just stares at it, at her eyes, everything.

“So can I touch it?”

Hana is like what? But let’s him, if he’s extremely careful and doesn’t touch the tips where it can be sharp.

He is very impressed at the texture, he’s confused too. “This is like a hentai.”

Hana gives him a glare, “if you want it to go through you keep talking.” She teases, maybe serious though.

He only chuckles, and they go home after a bit.

They have a pretty cute relationship, lots of random gifts from Hide, and lots of teases from Hana.

If Hana is working at Anteiku for a while too, Hide is bringing her flowers to work to embarrass her in-front of her sister.

Hide spends time with Hana at his own place, and they always play video games or Hide ends up playing them with Hana laying across his lap.

No new issues ever came of their relationship, the CCG never came for her, and Hide was never scared of her.

Hide thinks she’s pretty badass, and loves how soft she is for him compared to anyone else.

If she ever ends up hurt, he’s sending Hana’s sister after her. She doesn’t come home in like 30 minutes? Dialing Touka right now. Maybe even Ayato if it’s hours. Don’t ask how he got their numbers.

He knows they’re both ghoul’s too, since Hana is related to them. So he can trust them to protect Hana when he can’t.

He doesn’t find Hana’s diet gross, and he doesn’t gag when she has to eat. He even keeps wrapped up things for her in a separate mini fridge at his place. He just never wants to try it himself.

Overall very sweet. :3 Hide would never be afraid of his love, he loves Hana with everything. He just is a bit confused of how babies will work in the future…

Word count: 946

Character count: 4,827

(A/N 2) This took me forever I’m so sorry. 3: I didn’t know how to really write your character, but I hope I did well. This isn’t as good as I hoped it would be but I hope it’s still enjoyable to read. I’ve been having mega writers block so pushing out content is slow right nyeow. Hopefully I’ll get all my inbox done soon. :3

Masterlist

Request Rules

[futturmangamez]

Warning: this is a longggg post😅😅

Another ooc post..shh ik yall want futturman not me just GIVE ME A MIN LMAO. U may or may not know this account is 5 months old now (very woo..very wow) I mentioned in my last post it def has been a major twist in my life, considering the fact I'm literally acting like one of my fav fictional characters basically 99.9 % of the time haha. Yes, there has been MANY awesome great things that come with this account, but there has also been lots of negative (unfortunately but hey hey hey dw we move onnn!! big swagarooneyyy ya feel me lemon peppas??🤙) This is another reminder, a very important one, that yes even tho this is a roleplay account and the purpose is that it's supposed to literally be josh, pls remember I am UNFORTUNATELY not josh futturman😩😩😩😩(I mean fuck we r very similar but..) I am a human behind the screen, not ai. Pls be respectful..this includes to ALL. Roleplay accounts. Clearly I'm ok with a loT on this account (aka silly reblogs, spicy dms, very nsfw asks u name it) but as a human who has human experiences I am not alwayssss able to comply to some things and that's ok. There r pros and cons to running an account like this..sometimes u wake up to 50+ notifs, sometimes u wake up to 0. If for some reason I miss or don't reply to ur post, it's very possible it got lost in the sea on notifs, I seen it and told myself I'd get back to it when I had a proper futturman-like reply(happens but i do get back within the week), and/or I ignored it bc it made me uncomfy/confused. Usually in that last case it's because I'm aware ur a minor and u replied to a nsfw post in an even more nsfw manner (tss tss haha). If u really want josh to see a post, feel free to tag him, I'm not against that😁 Sometimes as a roleplayer (other ppl have agreed) that it can feel pressuring to run our pages and keep up with the notifications and dms, so pls pls have patience. And if u dont get quick replies back or begin to grow angry bc josh does not dm u the way u may have wanted or something, respectfully maybe touch grass aha..I am doing my best. There were some past followers that soley used my character for sex purposes and if that's what u want, there are PLENTY of ai platforms u can run and cum to as many times as you'd like🔥🔥(yes some shit is allowed but lets not only hmu to help u rub one out😅..josh is flattered tho LMFAO)somedays ofc we all get posters block (similar to writers or art block..I just made this up haha) especially to the accounts that have been around for longer..we r doing our best trying to come up with unique ideas to keep the characters alive without repeating the same content over and over😅so also to those who help throw cool stuff in our inbox to open new doors and ideas for the character, thanks a million..a roleplay account continues to live from both parties. On that note, the jhutch fandom is lowkey dying atm, especially the tumblr one. I completely understand whether ur hyperfixation is dying or u r busy with school/personal life..I hope u guys understand that I can be busy too, hence why some days I am not as active as other days. I've also contemplated deleting this account a lot of times due to the fact that I can get overwhelmed sometimes+I feel silly role-playing a character when I myself am even more of a loser than josh haha so I'm always like 😃wtf am I doing josh hutcherson would probably think I'm insane for this😃 ofcourse I'm not sure if this is like..the maturist thing to do at my grown ass age but whateva😅if I do decide to take any breaks in the future pls don't be mad☹️

So yea um..ik that was a whole fucking lot of a mess but I feel like I had to get those points out b4 I continued this account and I really hope u guys can respect & understand my feelings..if not ☺️dm me what u don't like. I'd LOVE. To have a conversation with u about what u don't like about my account that i run🙈 if ur seeing this, thank u for taking the time out to read all of this. Means a lot to me to know I've made atleast one person in the jhutch fandom smile thru my page💛

-sincerely 🃏

[viva-la-runaway]

Info about me!

~~ Basics ~~

You can call me Ally, or Viva. Either is fine.

I'm 18, bisexual (taken), and I'm a self-taught artist!

I post fanart as well as oc art. My Discord and Instagram are: viva_la_runaway. It's the same as my Tumblr username, so it's not hard to find! I'm more active on there, if you guys want to check out my art.

Dni: Homophobes, proship, zoophiles, pedos, ableists, racists, etc.

~~ Hyperfixations/Fandoms ~~

Here are a few of my fandoms that I hyperfixate on! I went ahead and put down how common it is for these hyperfixations to be active because sometimes certain ones come back much more than others do. :)

Hellboy (common)

Pacific Rim (common)

Portal (common)

Hlvrai (common)

The Stanley Parable (common)

Fnaf (semi-common)

Jazzpunk (common)

Eddsworld (uncommon)

Undertale (very uncommon)

Arcane (semi-common)

Detroit: become human (uncommon)

Overwatch (uncommon)

Don't hug me I'm scared (uncommon)

Tf2 (semi-common)

Crash box (uncommon)

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets (semi-common)

Ocs (common)

Twd (uncommon)

Mlp (semi-common)

Venom (semi-common)

Punch-Out (uncommon)

South Park (uncommon)

Minecraft (uncommon)

Invader Zim (uncommon)

SCP Foundation (uncommon)

~~ Hobbies/Interests ~~

I'm into arts and crafts! I mainly draw digitally, but sometimes I paint, and I plan to start making fur suits soon!

I love to roleplay and talk about my hyperfixations. Talking about headcanons is an excellent way for me to connect with others!

I‘m a multishipper with most of my fandoms, but sometimes I'm more set and stone, depending on the fandom.

A warning to anyone who may end up befriending me: I go on rants. Typically, they're happy rants about my hyperfixations. For example, my girlfriend had to sit through a 10-minute rant about me explaining all the reasons why Prince Nuada is the best Hellboy villain and even one of my all-time favorite villains.

Just…Don’t mention 2019 Hellboy around me. That sparks a not-so-happy rant session. I hate that movie…….

I fucking LOVE aquatic life. Sm.

~~ Roleplay rules ~~

For those who are interested in roleplaying with me, here's some basic stuff to keep in mind.

I do NOT allow:

Mentions of SA, SH, gr*oming, or anything like that. Dead dove stuff is a no-no.

Acting out domestic abuse. Mentions of it is fine, but I will not roleplay it.

Characters randomly getting terminally ill. I lost my dad to cancer, and believe it or not, people have tried forcing it into roleplays before without asking me about it.

Killing off important characters without asking first.

Controlling my character is a no-no. If you need my character to do something for the sake of your reply, please tell me ooc.

I roleplay on Discord, and I do not roleplay with people under the age of 18.

Script roleplay.

Op characters. Strong, yes, op, no.

I DO allow:

Smut/NSFW. The plot can't surround it completely, though.

Double ups.

Gore and violence (to a certain extent)

Angst.

B x B, B x G, G x G, and Poly relationships.

Canon x Canon is preferred. I only do OC roleplays with people I'm close to.

Etc.

I encourage:

Communication ooc. Talking about plot points, headcanons, and potential scenes is a lot of fun for me!

Expressive roleplay is excellent. Don't be scared to hold back character personalities! If my character says something your character would hate, don't hesitate to have them rebel! I love it when people get super in character during roleplay!

If you want to draw a scene from the roleplay, idm that, too! I may even draw scenes from roleplays!

Don't be shy when talking ooc! I still like to make conversation when I'm too tired to roleplay!

I love creativity and descriptiveness. You don't ALWAYS need to be at 100%, though! Don't feel pressured to write extremely long replies if you're too tired or just don't know what to say.

I think that's about it. Thank you for reading! I hope to make some friends here. ❤️

[deardarlingthings]

Hey! Time to touch base and ask for another RP request, but this one is a little more specific than the last few. I would love to find a Stolas to my Blitz for a specific human AU. The Hunger Games AU I wrote something of a starter, but totally willing to revamp it. I was hoping to write long term RP where they would somewhat grow together, Capitol Stolas, and tribute to victor Blitz. Sort of like an Haymitch/Effie vibe. It could be that for the Academy, Stolas has to shadow an escort of any district, and it happened to be Blitz. He could be the President's son, could come from old money, it is dealer's choice. After their games, it would evolve more- a victory tour, maybe a quarter quell where something is added to the special games. Could even eventually be a rebellion of their own. It will have violence, and possibly explore other darker themes as well.

I want to say the only things I'm looking for specifically: - please be 24+, as I am 27 and I would prefer to be closer in age - I am more of a collaborative RPer than off the cuff, so I'm big on OOC conversing on the side! It's also not always got to be about the roleplay, I'm hopeful you would be just as open - I'm exclusively a discord RPer, I'm not one for the tumblr DMs, can be so disorganized - I prefer people who write at the minimum 3-5 paras. Otherwise I lose interest or feel like I have nothing to go off of. I'm known to hit the nitro limit at least once, and have written 2-3 pages or more on a google doc before replying. - I'm not always active, my jobs are always changing so schedule varies, so please be patient if I don't reply every day.

If this at all interests you, please like and/or DM me!

[morgansmornings]

SHIPPING INFO /

/ Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

@brooklynislandgirl While I have gone on to the point of endless circles about how Jayden loves Beth. It is more than a love of being friends. There is such a deep connection, may be not soul-mate status, but close enough that if it were true, then I would have no reason to argue against it. They are a close as they can get as friends, as family, and more. Beth and Jay were created, on paper with pens and pencils, sticky notes and yarn to connect the dots. Looking a lot like a conspiracy board to outsiders. But Turtle and I spent a solid six months, if not more, working out details of the girls' lives and how they fit together with each other. Across different verse and timelines. How they know that the other will be there when all hope is lost and there is nothing left but each other.

All of my ships are near and dear to me. To know that there are those out there that are putting in the time and effort like I am to make the Ship, no matter what shape it takes, to work. I can't give specifics as to why one is greater than another when the reality is that I see them all as stars in my night sky of written words.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

It would be easier to state what I will not write when it comes to shipping. Meaning I will NOT write things like Non-Con, Age Play, Daddy/Mommy Kinks and closely related themes to the listed ones. I refuse for many reasons that do not need explanation further than I'm just not going to do it.

The Following are Available if the Muns are friends for at least Six Months and are consenting to: Dub-Con could only come up as a suggested plot if I have written with you over a regular basis and that we talk near constant OOC. Toxic and Negative Ships can be brought up provided that we the Muns have a healthy understanding and plot it out over several weeks.

Sex and BDSM topics can be talked about after two months of OOC of conversation. Or if we the Muns feel comfortable enough with each other to talk about such things. But that is a preference of mine.

That being said, I am open to most types of shipping from romantic, to friendship, to familial, and even frenemies. With the clear statement being that, and let me say it loudly for those in the back of the auditorium, COMMUNICATION IS KEY!

For me to be able to write out certain things, I need to know where my partner is at. I will check in with them at every reply, ask questions to the point it might feel like an interrogation to the outside the thread. If it becomes clear that the ship is starting to harm or make my RP Partner uncomfortable, I need them to be honest with me and I will terminate that specific ship and all threads relating to it.

I am not here to get my jollies at the risk of my partner's; mental, emotional, and physical health. Nothing is worth hurting another human being for.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Age gaps do not really bother me so long as again, We Communicate. I do prefer the Muse in question to be over 21 as I am not going to even pretend to enter the Underage thing. It honestly creeps me out now that I am older in real life. I get a few years, but after they are approaching being about five years younger than Jay is where I draw a hard line.

Are you selective when shipping?

I have to say that I am to a certain point. I like the semi-realism of watching Muses meet, grow and interact. Seeing that relationship develop and blossom gives the Ship a certain fondness for me. Something I can look back on and go "Yeah, that was the moment it became something real." I have stated that I am a slow-burn kind of girl, but that doesn't mean we can't plot the past and jump into an established friendship.

I am open to figuring out pre-established romantic relationships, so long as it is not fresh following each other. I need to know you a bit more than a name and a "hey baby, how you doin'" if that's okay.

I will be honest, unless I have known the Mun for a spell and it is something that we have plotted for, Jayden is not going to just drop her panties and say please within the first ten minutes. That is something that I don't feel right about as I think it betrays who she is as a person. Yes, she is an OC of canon characters from a show. But she is more than her parents. She belongs to no one, except maybe Beth and even then Jay does not always listen. She can make her own choices.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Personally, I like to stick to T.V. standards. If it would be considered rate R, then of course I am going to tag it as such. But for me, I like to take it somewhere more private if the Scene goes to Third Base. Mostly because A) I do not have a lot of experience with writing for the public, and B) It takes days if not weeks to make sure that I am follow where my fellow Mun wants to take things.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I have several ships that I will go down with. But I understand that life happens. To list them all would keep us here for several hours. And even then I would feel like it wouldn't do the Ships justice. Because I love them all in different ways.

For those standing Ships, it takes a weight off my soul to know that my mutual Muns have taken the time to chip away the near indestructible wall of Jayden's exterior personality to get to that soft gooey center. That they can see she has flaws and still choose to love her on purpose. No matter what that love is.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

Don't get me wrong, I would like a head's up that it is something you, the Mun asking, is interested in. If it happens by accident, that is awesome. I'll be fair and honest, unlike my Muse, I am in real life oblivious to people flirting and the associated actions. So if you are subtle about it, I won't see it. And my goal is to not intentionally hurt someone because I was "Madam Not Getting the Hint."

And if I am asked, then I have a better grasp of what direction we want these stories to go. And yes it will change how my Muse interacts with yours.

How often do you like to ship?

I am not looking to force anyone into anything. As it has been a very large Issue in the RPC. Only getting followed for sex and nothing else just isn't my cup of tea. Not to say that you can't do that, I'm just respectfully bowing out of that.

I want us to know each other, to be able to be friends before putting a label on what our Muses are. But I would like to hope that our Muses could have at least and "I tolerate you" and "I would save you from being on fire" kind of ship.

Are you multiship?

I am. Each ship is in their own bubble pocket universes and timelines. Think of them as Pants of Time. There are two choices, and each one taken changes that timeline differently.

That is not to say that I can't enjoy watching other relationships come into being. Even if there are multiple crossover verses with several Muns, UNLESS TALKED ABOUT BEFORE HAND, there is very little butting into someone else's relationships. There is no "Oh my God, Becky you're dating my man! How Dare?!" Honestly cheating plots are not something I am all that interested in? But that is just me.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I mean, kind of More or Less. If one happens I am here for it. But even if one never comes up, that is okay too! Sometimes you just see Bob Joe at the park when you walk your dog and exchange a "Still breathing?" in passing.

I have had a standing Mutual that at first our Muses would just annoy the shit out of each other for like a year's worth of multiple threads. And we as Muns were fucking tickled pink by it. To this day I am not sure if He considers Jayden His friend or that woman the bane of His existence. I am looking at you my feathered friend.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I have so many that it is silly and that there is very little time to explain them and why I will die on their respective hills.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Talk to me. Be honest with what you want to see and I will do my damn best to make it happen for you. I sadly cannot read minds from my desk chair. SO in order for us to write something we are both enjoying, I need to have a head start and a map to get to the right path we want to take our stories into.

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