#💌non

[dollivication]

okay but consider... twincest w leon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ maybe even... puppy twin brother leon... 😋 I think it just makes sense laikkkk only having each other when moving from shelter to shelter, not even realising you both act way too close to be siblings jdjdkfjhh

— 💌

this is BEAUTIFULLY fucked up laik you guys have never had anywan to correct your behavior so you think it’s completely normal 4 yu two to be touching each other in no ways siblings should…. the normality of incest is already so established in your and his head, there’s no going back from it when anyone DOES try to correct it.

puppy twin brother leum who fucks yew whenever you’re in heat because he thinks he’s just helping his twin!!! this is how you guys show your love! with lots of sloppy kisses and messy sex, and you’re both always sososo eager to make each other feel good!! cutest puppies ever! :3

(anywan who wants to adopt you HAS to adopt you two in a pair, you two cannot be separated the staff make this very clear to customers…..)

splendid as always 💌nawnie i LAUV YEW SO BADLY owuggg 🩷🩷🩷….;;; am going 2 be thinking about this actually…..

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[yuwuta]

every so often you’ll catch yuuji just staring at you with a dopey smile and blushing and his pupils dilated all the way and when you ask him what’s up he just laughs and gets even more red when he admits “nothing. sometimes i remember i have a real big crush on you, that’s all,” he grins, blushing from ear to ear and leaning over to give you a kiss on your cheek, “and you’re sooooo pretty.”

this also happens to megumi, except his face is not nearly as love sick. he actually looks kind of angry, a small pout and furrowed brows that might signal that he’s upset but when you ask him he just scoffs and shakes his head, when he has to admit it: “i have a crush on you,” he says, very matter of fact, ignoring his burning ears, “it’s your fault. i thought the point of dating was that this feeling was going to go away.” 

[haruniki]

Midnight × Reader with a catgirl quirk? Maybe having them make "nya" noises and other such cat related sounds

a/n: wait bc you are cooking with that idea, went ahead and made this like a pre-established relationship hcs pls enjoy Midnight x Reader with a catgirl like quirk (hcs)

CW: OOC(maybe?? first time writing for this fandom like this be nice to me pls), my own personal hcs are slightly included in this teehee, slightly suggestive at one point

Midnight is a lover of cats and what's even better than a cat? A cat girlfriend

Wants nothing more than to just curl up with you and snuggle with you all day and night, but sadly she has a job and has to do that job

Loves petting your ears! Scratching behind them, even just mindlessly playing with the fur on them, she loves the softness of them

Nemuri sometimes places bows on your ears because she thinks it's so cute, but she never leaves them on your ears because she doesn't want it to hurt your ears or anything like that, though i you don't mind the slight pulling of your ears caused by the bows then she might leave them in for a bit longer

Speaking of bows, definitely asks you to wear one on your tail (like the main character in Tokyo Mew Mew)

Speaking of Tokyo Mew Mew, would definitely asks you to dress up as one of the characters because it was her favorite sow growing up. But she won't be disappointed if you don't want to (she might be a little bit)

Collars. Collars with bells on them, collars with bows, collars with tags on them that say "If lost please call xxx-xxx-xxxx" or "If lost please return to this address". Her favorite part about the collars is placing leashes on them, Midnight quite enjoys your flustered face when she tugs on them lightly

Purring is one of her favorite things to hear from you, Midnight thinks it's the highest form of compliment when she can get to purr for her. "Such a pretty kitty for me, hmm?"

Cue the purring

Seriously she loves it, wishes she could make you purr for her all day and night, no breaks in between

And if you have any more catlike behaviors such as head rubbing to get her attention, she might just all excited about it.

[captain-hawks]

Okay. How would you subtly mess with kita or osamu to drive them crazy missing you (say they’re away or something for a few weeks)? Would you start small and ramp up the mischief the longer he’s away? Or start with big mischief and then slowly pull away for maximum missing you-ness? Rule: no titty/dick pics, no dirty texts, calls are okay but they happen at night anyway.

💜💜kita-non 2-day streak!

kita-non!!!!! ooooooh i love your brain so much I HAVE THOUGHTS.

the thing with osamu is that he doesn’t even need dirty pictures, per se.

you sending him a video of you eating the onigiri he made for you before he left is enough to leave him shifting in his seat as his fingers hover over the screen, eyes fixated on the rogue pieces of rice stuck to your lips. your tongue darting out to try and clean them. the way you finally end up using your fingers, casually licking them clean after as if you’re not wholly aware that sight alone is enough to drive him to the brink of coming in his pants.

(you do this again the next night, but over FaceTime instead of a pre-recorded video, and osamu promptly folds like a deck of horny cards)

—

as for pragmatic kita? while he’s sensitive to how you feel about him going out of town (he picks you fresh sunflowers and makes you breakfast in bed the morning before he leaves), he doesn’t come off outwardly emotional over it himself. he spends his time away optimistically looking forward to coming home to you.

if phone calls are fair game…this is how i see this playing out. you message kita regular updates while he’s away—good morning texts, a picture of your breakfast, a zoomed-in picture of a cute fox in the garden. you ramp it up just a little with pictures of yourself. nothing obscene, just a mirror shot of you wearing his gardening hat, a selfie of you in the corner with the focus on a bird’s nest on your deck. (kita’s forever smitten with you, the hat picture immediately becomes his lock screen.)

BUT THEN you start playing a little dirty by taking a picture of you brushing your teeth in the bathroom mirror wearing nothing but your underwear and his old inarizaki jersey. it’s not a lewd image, per se. but the implication that you’ve been digging through his closet and sleeping in his clothes is enough to send him off kilter. once you can tell you’ve got him (when he texts back a cheeky “why don’t ya ever wear that for me?”), you set your trap.

when kita rings you up later that evening to say goodnight, the only greeting he gets is the slightly muffled sounds of you moaning his name and the hum of your vibrator. you can hear the hitch in his breath, and just when you think you’ve got him, he calmly says, “stop.” he proceeds to tell you to put your vibrator aside and spends the next hour edging you as he steadily talks you through exactly how he wants you to touch yourself until he finally lets you come (and you’re not expecting it at all when a picture of his cum-streaked abdomen pops up in your messages shortly after you hang up).

[punkeropercyjackson]

Cass stans calling out fanon Jason stans for antiblackness as they leave out Duke as a core Batkid,potray Kory as a muscle mommy with no personality in their D/K content,do an emphasis on Cass being 'obsessed' with Stephanie for being 'quirky white basic blonde chick' and shit on afrolatino Jason hcs with no nuance:

[celestial-letters]

obey me! as things my friends have said (pt. 6)

mammon: *trips and lands on his ass*

levi: can you please stop acting like an anime girl

[megistusdiary]

rosaria the type of girl to be obsessed with boobs ngl

she would, which makes me sob because i am flat as hell 🤬

rosaria wants your chest to press against hers while she fucks you with her strap. she wants to lean down and wrap her lips around your nipples while she plays with your clit.

she'll squeeze your boobs too, and you better play with hers, too, or else ☝️

[dollivication]

had a very bad thought abt dad!leon and had to share or I'd implode...

dad!leon who just loves and adores u and thinks you can do no wrong!! buttt the first time he fucks you, you're so dumb and fucked out you just babble out random whines and moans until you let slip out a "dad— daddy!" which makes Leon's hips falter as he stops mid thrust and just look down at you w the saddest puppy dog eyes like he's just been shot and mumbles a "don't call me that, i'm dad." like y would u even think of calling him daddy... he's just dad to u!! I CAN'T.

—💌

THIS FLOORED ME UGGHGGGGH THIS IS DAD LEON!!! THIS IS DAD LEON!!!!!!! I DONT CARE WHAT ANYWAN SAYS!!!

he does NOT like that shit.. like it ruins the moment 4 him, because that’s only meant for stuff in PORN. FAKE stuff. or for your (god forbid) BOYFRIENDS! he’s your DAD, he raised you and he’s proud!! don’t water that down by calling him some stupid term only bitchy bimbos scream in their over-exaggerated moans :(

i reckon he thinks there’s something far more intimate when you actually refer to him as your father. because that’s what this is! daughter and father bonding time!! “daddy” is what your mom and the girls before her called him. you aren’t your mom or past hookups,, you’re his sweet beloved kiddo !!! he loves you in a way no father should, and that’s what makes it special!!

he actually gets so sad hearing you say it its actually hornswoggling… you’ll probably have to comfort him he’s so pathetic and Stupid UHHHHGGGGH‼️‼️

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owes me 20 dollars :D

Is there a particular piece of non-spoiler 14dwy info that you really want to talk about but haven't gotten a chance to yet? I would like to hear about it if so :3

⌞♥⌝ The hidden Purity and Decay mechanic!!

The Purity meter tracks tracks how Angel treats Ren. The higher the meter, the more likely Ren will consider Angel's treatment towards him as something done out of pure, genuine love. The lower the meter, the more likely Ren will start to associate Angel's treatment towards him with something tainted — something his father would normally do.

The Decay meter tracks Angel's "influence" over Ren. The higher the meter, the more decrepit things he'll suggest or indulge in. The lower the meter, the less likely he'll suggest/indulge in darker things. Basically... if Angel acts cruel towards others or shows an interest in darker themes (like his own father), Ren will start to regress back to his old ways in order to "submit" and placate them. But if Angel does the opposite, then he won't feel as inclined to bend himself backwards and indulge in hurting others to appease them.

So!! If the player has a high Purity and high Decay meter, Ren will see things like killing and mutilating others as an act of pure love. High Purity and low Decay will have Ren keep up the usual behaviour seen at the beginning of the game (A Normal Guy who does Normal Things™). Low Purity and high Decay will have Ren killing and torturing others as a way to appease Angel and keep them "satisfied" and interested in him. Low Purity and low Decay would just confuse Ren lmao ("Does Angel despise me because I didn't suggest kicking Olivia down an empty elevator shaft???? ;_;")

[pasteilian]

This has been my life for about 4 months now

[strawberri-sundae]

I saw this really cute prompt and thought it'd be really cute to draw it with Goldie and me.. I know I didn't draw the prompt accurately, but I still love it sm,,,,

prompt by @/brittle-doughie on tumblr !

s/i goes by he/she pronouns!

[haruniki]

Can I get an afab × Makima fanfic?

Reader works at the PSDH (Hope I remembered the acronym right. I am just a simp, not a watcher of the manga or anime) as a sort of paper worker. Basically just doing the paper work that doesn't need to be bothered with by Makima. (if that is a thing that is real idk) Reader one day finished all her work and then walks straight to Makima's office and sits on her lap, puts her face in the crook of her neck, and promptly falls asleep hugging Makima. No words said by Reader, Makima only going like "Oh!" and then just going with it, maybe talking a bit. Idk i'm a lonely sapphic lmao

a/n: tysm for rqing!! i do apologize for taking so long to fulfill this quest! I don't really like writing Makima too often! I hope you enjoy this and i do apologize if it isn't too great!! Also for context of this story, Makima and Reader will already be in a relationship bc i think that would be easier for me to write akdnfadkjfla

Scratching noise can be heard all throughout the room, a stack of papers on one side of the desk. Papers needing verification to whether people could switch patrol or even to get permission to temporarily take out one of the higher functioning devils for a day for some need back up. And lots and lots of damage reports that need to be reviewed. You've been working all day and haven't taken any breaks, but it was all the more worth to be done with it all before 10 PM. Adding the final stamp to the paper, you give a small cheer and a small stretch. Standing up, you begin to head to a very familiar office. Makima had asked you earlier that morning that you had some paperwork to do and to come visit her after you were done. Knocking on her office door, a muffled "come in" can be heard, inside Makima sits at her desk with a similar sized stack of papers beside her. She doesn't look as tired as you are though. Walking up to her, you pull her chair back which cause Makima to let out a little "hmm" before letting out a small "Oh" as you sit in her lap. Wrapping you arms around her waist and muzzling your face in her neck. Makima looks down at you briefly before smiling softly and placing a small kiss on your temple. "Did all that paperwork make you tired? I do apologize, no one else finishes the work in such a timely manner. I'll have to make it up to you. Perhaps we could go on a date? After you rest up of course,"

[captain-hawks]

he laughs, looking over at the foxes expectantly.

"anything else, little troublemakers?"

Your date doesn't notice the fourth fox, watching curiously from the nigella flowers.

But you do.

When you hold out your hand in greeting, it hops into your palm. It doesn't unfurl like the others did. Instead, it hardens into a small rectangular shape. You spin it around in your hands, recognizing it as a kaleidoscope.

You hesitate. This fox must be mischievous too...

So.

Will you take a peek inside?

🌻🌻dm.kita-non

"well well, what little secret are you hiding?" i murmur under my breath as i twirl the kaleidoscope between my fingers before lifting it up to take a peek inside.

(JIIIIIII what are you planning 👀)

(WHAT TWIST IS THE GAME TAKING)

(👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀)

[nanapples]

snowpath / dawnbreaker zayne x non mc reader tags: traveling between worlds, angst word count: 4k

it's difficult caring for someone who is so painfully indifferent to you.

you know, very well, that zayne is not unkind. hidden within his cold, brooding eyes, beneath the frost of his facade, is a warmth you have witnessed only a handful of times. it was never anything grand, only ever faint smiles or the rare instances he would take you by the hand. things that are so easily taken for granted, all moments that have long left you hooked. addicted, even.

you desperately yearned for his warmth, wished upon stars that he would permanently let you in, but the stars never listened. he remained just as closed off as he did when you had met as children. he kept you at a distance. as if he was scared of something hidden deep within himself. you didn't understand it no matter how much you wanted to, because he never let you try. he never amused your efforts. your attempts.

he never let you get too close.

"you seem quite free today," zayne hums from his desk, only lifting his eyes away from his papers to briefly glance at you. "are you certain you don't have more important matters to tend to?"

the corners of your mouth rise at the sound of his gentle voice. "more important matters?"

"what could be more important than spending some time with my favorite doctor?" you snicker with eyes the shape of playful crescent moons.

"…" he looks at you calmly. he is as inexpressive as always, but you can easily tell he isn't very amused judging by his prickly gaze.

he clears his throat before speaking again, "are you not second-in-command of your team?"

"i am," you confirm. "why does that matter?"

zayne sighs at your behavior, pinching the bridge of his nose. "your team would certainly appreciate you being more proactive for a change," he says.

"relax," you yawn. "my teammates are all highly trained individuals. i trust them to handle things on their own."

"your laid-back attitude could very well be detrimental to your team's safety and reputation."

"y'know, i'm starting to think you're only saying these things because you want me to leave," you snort.

"i see you're capable of reading the room." he responds. his words might seem harsh, but it lacks intent to hurt. his quick quips always bring a goofy smile to your face.

"you really do never change, zayne." you push off of the couch, standing and stretching in place. "since you won't be returning home anytime soon, i might as well leave first."

"i will order a cab for you." zayne says, rising up from his own seat. he steps around the desk and walks closer to you. never too close, always an inch or two out of arm's reach.

"no need." you shake your head. "i drove here and i don't want to leave my car in the parking lot again."

"driving at this time of night…"

at that moment, the door to his office abruptly slams open. "dr. zayne!" a girl exclaims, her arms full of to-go boxes from the nearest cafe.

"oh, i'm sorry…" she cringes backwards, offering you and zayne an apologetic look. "am i interrupting something?"

"no, not at all." zayne passes you and approaches the girl, standing just two steps away from her. his neck bends as he focuses in on her, his expression softer than soft.

you'll never get used to seeing him like this.

"did you just get off work?" he asks.

"yup! i thought you'd like a sweet treat, so i stopped by the nearby cafe before it closed," she says with a sweet laugh.

"you really didn't need to." he says through a small and obvious smile.

not wanting to stick around and witness such a lovely sight, you quietly see yourself out of the office. you were once curious about why zayne returned to linkon, but who knew it was for her. no wonder. you really had no idea until you had moved here yourself.

zayne never spoke about his childhood before you two met. he didn't speak of who he was or who he cherished in a past that didn't involve you. you were always curious about it. about him. you wanted to know more than the little scraps and pieces he threw at you. that's why you followed him everywhere you could.

if you had known that his actions were so innately tied to the girl with a sickly sweet smile…

the door clicks behind you, interrupting your train of thought.

"zayne?" you raise an eyebrow at him, somewhat surprised to see that he had followed you out. he's standing right in front of the closed door, staring at you with that same unreadable expression.

"driving at night can be dangerous. i hope you can be careful on the road." he picks out a small mint from his white coat. he holds it atop the palm of his hand, offering it to you. "get home safely."

how polite.

"see you later," you chuckle, graciously accepting the mint.

with a smile on your lips, you nod at him, gesturing for him to return to his office. he has a very important guest to care for, and you know where his priorities lie. he mimics your gesture and faces the door again, turning the handle just before your watch goes off.

your hunter's watch beeps alarmingly loud, a holographic display appearing right before your eyes, flashing in time to the beeps. you quickly answer the call coming from a teammate, concern beating hard in your heart.

"vice captain! three high level wanderers have suddenly appeared on site!" one of your teammates exclaims through the call. "we need your guidance and support!"

you hurry down the hall without worrying about anything else. "send me your coordinates. what's the current situation?"

"it's not looking good! the energy index is off the charts and we're unable to calculate the wanderers' strength—"

zayne watches you quickly slip out of sight. he exhales quietly, stuck in place, staring down the hall with his lips pursed. seeing you run in the direction of danger makes him feel a bit unsettled.

he's definitely worried, but not worried enough. he finally presses down on the handle, opting to focus on what feels right rather than worrying about what can't be helped.

—

…how long have you been here? wandering in this endless void?

you're not sure. one moment, you're fighting wanderers you've never seen before, pushing yourself past your own limits. the next, you're lost in pitch black darkness. it's difficult to gauge how long you've been drifting around, having lost your sense of time the moment you faded into this endless prison. it feels like you've been here forever.

if this goes on for any longer, you might genuinely lose your mind.

"when will this end?!" you shout into nothingness, your shrill voice echoing for longer than you had expected. unwillingness washes over you, soaking deep into your bones.

you had stayed calm about your ordeal for as long as you possibly could, a trait you prided yourself in, but even you have your limits. your patience has long worn thin, and frustration took its place at the forefront, bringing troubled tears to your weary eyes.

"i can't do this anymore." you hang your head low, falling into the palms of your hands. "i just want to go home…"

slow, hot tears trickle past the gaps of your fingers, disappearing into the darkness below you. it was like the void was slowly eating away at everything you are. doesn't that mean you're going to die?

"i don't want to die," you whisper, "not like this."

your head snaps up, spite breeding newfound determination. you're still somewhat hopeless, still confused, but you have to get out of here. even if it kills you.

earlier, you had tried using your evol, stretching blue flames as far and wide as you could. it resulted in you passing out. while you were a little apprehensive about trying that again, fearful that you might not wake up this time, it needed to be done. you were out of options.

inhaling deeply, you stretch the palms of your hands outwards past your body. the moment your skin is about to set the darkness aflame, you hear something unusual.

something crunchy. crisp, like frost on a window. it was a familiar sound, being friends with zayne and all, and it captured your attention immediately. the sudden sound prompted you to abandon your plan.

this was an anomaly.

in a space that lacked everything but you, you hadn't heard a lick of anything else. no divine intervention from an unseen god— nothing. it was only you, the sound of your breathing, and the beating of your heart.

you needed to find out what made that sound.

"is that..?" your eyes widen when you spot something glimmering in the distance.

wasting no time, you stumbled towards the unknown light, fearing it would vanish without a trace. you cleared the distance after a few minutes, sweat trickling down your face and neck as you stood in front of some sort of orb.

floating in front of you, emitting a faint blue glow, was some sort of large glass marble. it had frozen over, snowflakes twinkling around it like stars. its appearance reminded you of someone.

it was captivating. familiar.

you reached for it without thinking. your hands cupping it from underneath, a few centimeters away from touching it. you felt nervous. despite how desperate you were to find this oddity, you've grown cowardly in its presence.

as if sensing your unease, the orb drifted down into your palms, filling out the space perfectly. it was cold. so cold you could feel it searing into your skin, but you refused to drop it. not when it made your hands its new home.

you accepted it just as it accepted you.

even though the void continued to surround you, you no longer felt as lonely. sure, this weird, cosmic ball wasn't a living creature you could connect with like another human or a cute animal companion. no, you couldn't feel a heartbeat from the orb, but… it still felt alive.

especially when you brought it to your chest and held it close.

the faint life you felt from the frosty orb comforted you. for the first time since entering nothingness, you felt relaxed. your stiff shoulders fell and exhaustion warmly poured into you, lulling you closer towards a well-deserved slumber.

your eyelids had stopped resisting after many blinks and, like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, sleep pressed over your much too tired soul.

—

slipping out of sleep, you are met with the sight of a dirty ceiling, still too dazed to recognize how unusual everything around you felt. you yawned before slowly sitting up. it was only after stretching that you finally realized you were not in the comfort of your own home.

instead, you were in a room completely foreign to you.

"what…" you kick the blanket off and sling your legs off the side of the bed. you look around for a moment, rooted in place as you took everything in.

"where am i now?" you grumble.

the room is in a sorry state. everything is haphazardly strewn all over the place, clothes on the floor, trinkets toppled over on shelves. there are cracks on the walls and cobwebs in every corner.

this wasn't your room.

you jump to your feet and stomp over to the nearest window. beyond the glass panes, you're met with an unfamiliar outside. the buildings nearby aren't particularly well cared for, and the streets are empty. you can't spot any life outside. your stomach churns with dread.

"this isn't linkon city," you whisper to yourself.

something is wrong. terribly wrong.

you know panicking would only make things worse, so you take a deep breath to push it back down, clearing your head. you grab a tattered coat from the ground and throw it on. you need information and, to do that, you will have to step outside of this room.

if you're not in linkon, then where exactly are you?

all sorts of questions throb against your head, an annoyance you ignore as you slam open the room's door and step out. the rest of the house is equally as messy as the room you woke up in. the kitchen is weary and worn, and the living room's only furniture is a torn up couch. there's no sense of familiarity in any part of this house.

you've gain nothing from your brief search around the small flat. your lack of information brings you outside. you thought some fresh air could help your aching head, and it probably would to an extent, but the air outside was not fresh. the moment you stepped out, you were hit with a sense of heaviness that almost suffocated you.

linkon city had its own issues with air pollution, but this was different. it wasn't only air pollution. it was an atmosphere of fear. the houses nearby seemed to be lived in, but the front doors were varying types of closed shut. there were doors with many heavy locks and others boarded up beyond what was necessary.

what was it that had people terrified to step outside of their homes?

if you weren't a hunter, these obvious red flags would have made you nervous. you kept yourself calm thanks to the years of experience under your belt and continued on your search for answers.

a small convenience store popped into view a few minutes into your stroll around the empty neighborhoods. seeing other people around, even for a few seconds, relieved you. you hadn't seen a single soul up into this point, so you entered the store with a spring in your step. when someone passed by you in a hurry, you cared little about how they bumped into your shoulder. you were just glad you weren't alone.

you had noticed, earlier, that the front counter was being handled by a small robot and a holographic screen. though somewhat similar to technology back home, both appeared to be a bit more advanced. it seems this place focused more on technology than the world outside their doors.

it was still hard to piece together where you were. you have never heard of such a run-down place like this. even the n109 zone had people out and about, both dead or alive.

after browsing the many aisles, you realize how strange the items on the shelves are. you couldn't recall ever seeing any of the labels on the chocolate bars and snacks. you could only grab a small bag of mints and a water after looking around for so long.

something dark flashed in the corner of your eye when you approached the checkout counter. when you turned to look, you saw a man leaving the store in an unhurried pace and a plastic bag full of chocolates at his side. his back looked oddly familiar.

you shook the thought out of your head and paid for your things with money you had found in your pocket. you didn't know whose money it was, but it was gone now. you popped a mint into your mouth, letting it sit in your cheek as you continued walking around. the fresh, cooling taste comforted you a little. it reminded you of the home you had to return to as soon as possible.

did anyone notice that you had gone missing? surely, your team must have realized it by now. you, as vice captain, had a responsibility to show up at work every single day.

could they be looking for you like how you're searching for answers?

a sigh passes from your lips. your headache only worsening.

you thought of returning to that rickety house from earlier to take a break, but before you could even continue thinking about your next move, you heard the roar of a wanderer. the terrible shriek snapped you out of your thoughts, your sharp ears instantly locating the direction of danger. rather than running from it, you actively raced towards it.

weaving through shady alleyways and jumping through buildings torn open, you managed to find exactly what you were looking for. behind a random building, there was a wanderer with an unusual appearance. if this were any other time, you wouldn't hesitate to jump in and handle it yourself, but the wanderer wasn't alone.

there, standing opposite of the wanderer, was a man dressed in all black.

zayne…

no, something isn't right.

when the man turns his head, and you get a glimpse of his face, you can tell that this person is not the zayne you know. his gaze is far too dark, leaving a ruthless and worryingly cold impression. the surrounding area was frozen with blackened ice crystals gripping onto the earth with intent to kill. the man had the aura of something akin to a god of death.

you couldn't help but take a step back.

this wasn't zayne. it couldn't be.

a quiet voice in your head urged you to run, and you wanted to, but another wanderer appeared from out of nowhere. it had turned the corner and lunged towards the man's back at lightning speed.

"zayne!" you shout, blasting yourself forward with your evol.

you make it in time to deflect the blow, striking the wanderer with an attack that sends it back several feet. you can hear your heart beating loudly in your ears. you know this man isn't your zayne, but you can't just leave him to face danger alone.

wordlessly, you pursue the wanderer in front of you. the man behind you was quick in his own battle. he avoided the large swipes of the wanderer's claws before striking it down with a single beam of light, its shape vaguely resembling a shard of ice. you had managed your fight in a timely manner as well. the only thing that bothered you was how much your evol burned through your clothes.

"you…" a large hand wraps around your wrist, chaining you in place before you could even catch your breath.

cold.

his hands are cold— just like zayne's.

"who are you?" his hold on your wrist tightens, his eyes dark with suspicion. "and what do you think you're doing here?"

"what?" you pull your hand away with great effort. "i just saved your life." you feign arrogance to mask your fear. your nervousness.

"i had it all under control." he glances at his empty hand before looking at you again. "i didn't need your assistance."

"then consider it a mistake." you shrug, averting your gaze.

this man looks exactly like zayne. his voice, too, is that same cold hum you know extremely well. there is a very obvious difference, however, and it's how the man holds himself. his shoulders are heavy with a weight you can't see, the features on his face frozen in place, showing not even an ounce of emotion. the zayne you know is also a little impassive, but not to this extent.

it's unsettling, looking at zayne's face, knowing this person isn't actually him.

"i… need to go." you swallow, one of your shoes shifting backwards on the heel, similar to how a scared animal prepares for an escape.

you can't stay here with this man.

"you—"

in one swift motion, you twirl around and make an attempt to flee.

it didn't work.

he had caught you by the wrist again, pulling you back within seconds.

"let go of me!" you shout, wriggling under his icy grip.

"my name." the man, with his free hand, grabs you by the shoulder. he forces you to look at him, forest-green eyes fully taking in your face, his gaze oppressive.

"wh, what?"

"you called my name." he murmurs, pulling you in closer. "who are you?"

"i… i mistook you for someone i know." you shakily explain. "that's all it is, so could you please let go?"

he ignores your plea, instead focusing on your face again. somehow, his frigid features seem to melt a little and his gaze becomes… soft.

"it's you." he whispers, your name rolling off his tongue. the way he says your name comes off a bit clumsy. like he isn't used to saying it aloud.

hearing that voice call your name causes an ache in your chest. your heart thumps loudly against your rib cage, threatening to burst and spill out between you and the man that looks so much like zayne. you only barely managed to clear your eyes of tears that threatened to fall.

"zayne..?" you whisper, your eyes searching his.

you raise a hand up to his face, fingers ghosting over cold, pale skin. you brush your thumb against his cheek, satisfied by how alive he feels. "zayne, i'm so confused… i don't know what's happening..."

he doesn't shy away from your touch, but there's an odd look on his face.

"i'm not the zayne you know," he mumbles, his words hot against your fingers.

"what do you mean?" disappointment seeps into your voice.

the man— zayne shakes his head. he can't explain it. not now, at least. just like how you can't explain your sudden appearance in this place so unlike linkon city.

"that girl," he murmurs, breaking away from your eyes. he searches the area for someone else. "is she here too?"

there's a certain glint in zayne's eyes as he looks around. one subtly full of hope. you also hear it in his voice, and it makes you sick. you pull your hand away within an instant, jealousy rearing its ugly head once more.

"really?" a single, bitter laugh escapes you. "is that really your concern right now? i— i don't know how i got here, and i'm terrified, and yet you're more worried about her..?"

"i understand she's important to you, but what about me?" you glare at him, eyes red with frustration. "why can't you just—" you bite your tongue, realization coming in quick. it replaces your hurt with shame.

"sorry." you take another step back, embarrassed of yourself.

"i'm so sorry." you don't even want to look at him. "i don't know what came over me," you whisper.

zayne doesn't respond. he just watches you hang your head. it's only after a long, silent minute that he does anything at all. he doesn't confront or condemn you. he drapes his coat over your shoulders, locking the first button in place to ensure that it doesn't fall off.

"you need new clothes." he says, his voice a low hum that dips into a whisper.

you're a little relieved that he's willing to look past your humiliating outburst.

"it's okay." your hands slip under and over the coat, approaching the button to undo it. "i don't need this. i'm going back."

he grabs both of your hands with only one of his own and shakes his head. "leave it. you can't walk around with your clothes in the state it's in."

"it's really fine..."

"no, it isn't." zayne glances at your hand, hesitating for a few seconds before he cautiously links one of your hands together. his fingers slot between yours, cold and calloused.

"i'm taking you to my house." he says, tugging you along. he stumbles with you following a step behind him, clearly not used to this kind of gesture.

unable to help yourself, you stare at the back of his head as he holds your hand in his, guiding you through buildings and hidden paths with practiced ease. his grip is awkward, palms clammy. it's not too dissimilar to the zayne you know, and it alleviates some of your discomfort.

you're not sure if following him is really the right choice, but you're weak to him, even if he isn't really zayne. even if he's dangerous. his face is the only thing you're familiar with. just this once, you'll trust your heart over your head and let him take you away.

[celestial-letters]

obey me! as things my friends have said (pt. 4)

mc: hey lets all go catch a movie together

satan: sure, what movie?

thirteen: deadpool and wolverine

solomon: trolls 3