#'fine i'll master it but You'll Regret This'

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the underappreciated comedy of Sherlock Holmes and his violin. he owns a world-class instrument he bought for pennies. he's an accomplished musician well-versed in the classics. his favorite way to play? fiddling with it absentmindedly while thinking bout other stuff. bitch uses a stradivarius as a stim toy. he bribes his long-suffering roommate with golden oldies

[rin-may-1103]

The Master Post.

someone asked for a master post so here we are.

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I hope y'all keep enjoying the stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

(currently dealing with life, so posts are going to be very, very slow, sorry.)

Stories and Summaries:

The Wrong Robin Au (DP x DC):

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back. Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Badger Day Au (DP x DC):

Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation and he would like to be let out now, please. The league is very worried.

Delilah's language (DP x DC):

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla. So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Just a Bite (DP x DC):

Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. Three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

72 hours (DP x DC):

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine is accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living. Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Biggest Regret (DP x DC):

Danny Had been optimistic when he created The Email. Three days, that's what he gave himself. Three days to fix or get out of whatever problem he was dealing with and open his laptop to restart the timer. Three days. Past him had thought that If he ever got caught they'd just kill him; it's what they said they would do this whole time, so why wouldn't he think otherwise? It's been more than three days, and at this point, he's just glad someone could fulfill his last wish.

The Disappointment (DP x DC):

Ra's has stated his disapproval of one of the twins, now Talia is rushing to get them out of there and to Bruce to be safe. Danny has other ideas.

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats (DP x DC):

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked. Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could. He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him. So, why? Why was he seeing it again?

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row. (DP X DC):

Tim doesn't understand how he's losing at university to a toddler. Danny's not having a great time, but it's fine because now he can terrorize Red Robin.

The Willpower of Space (DP X DC):

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

The Weeping Boy Au (DP X DC):

I'll think of a summary later, for now, it's an expansion of this post.

The Eyes of Death Au (DP X DC):

In an attempt to prevent a cult from causing problems, Danny accidentally convinces the Justice League and Co. that he's possessing himself. Damian is not happy that his boyfriend is apparently the new June Moone.

Aspiring escape artist (DP X DC):

The new foster kid might be a little more traumatized than the other kids they usually take in for a while, but it's not like they can't handle it. That is, until Danny started sneaking out, past the bat-grade security system, without getting caught and without using his powers.

Through Your Eyes (DP X DC):

Sometimes, soulmates randomly switch bodies. It doesn't always happen; in fact, it's actually more common to not switch. Danny hadn't really thought he'd ever switch, doubly so after his accident. So you can imagine his surprise when not only does he switch, but he switches with Damian Wayne, aka Robin.

Cabin 18 and the Missing Kids (DP XDC):

Vlad is planning something, unfortunately, Danny's stuck at camp and can't sneak away. But maybe that's ok, because what's this about missing kids? And who does his roommates think they are fooling with their 'normal' kid acts? They're obviously vigilantes. And hey, maybe Danny might actually get a break for once, it's not like his parents can't defend themselves.

[cookierungames]

Shadow Milk Cookie dialogues:

1. Battle start

SMC: Welcome to my show of lies!

CAC: Well, c'mon then! CLAP!!!

2. Battle start

SMC: Candy Apple Cooookie! Time to jump into the cards!

CAC: Ahhh! Right away, sweet Shadow Milk Cookie! ♡♡♡

3. Battle start

SMC: Lies won't spread themselves!

BSC: You'll find our preparations most pleasing.

4. Battle start

SMC: Alright, shall we start?

BSC: Standing by, Master Shadow Milk Cookie!

5. Battle start

SMC: What have you prepared for my entertainment today, mm?

BSC: You will find it most pleasing!

CAC: What can be more fun than tricking those silly fools?! Khe he!

6. Battle start

SMC: Well well! Where are my favorite minions?

BSC: My lord...! How about a fine selection of exquisite rumors and gossip?

CAC: Don't listen to him, my lovely Shadow Milk Cookie! ♡♡

7. Battle start

MFC: Even laughter will eventually dissipate into the void...

SMC: What's with the sullen face? C'mon! I'm a jester!

8. Battle start

MFC: Idle laughter is pointless...

SMC: Aww, c'mon! Cheer up! It'll be good for ya!

9. Battle start

BSC: I'll destroy ALL!

SMC: Okay, hot stuff! Do your thing!

10. Battle start

BSC: You're all talk...

SMC: Aww, thanks! I do LOVE to yap!

11. Battle start

SMC: Aw, c'mon! You gotta have a little faith in your colleagues!

ESC: Would you~?

12. Battle start

ESC: Touch my Garden, and you will regret it~

SMC: HA HA HA HA HA! I love it when you get angry!

[thee-horny-thicky]

Loved the last ask you answerd, so I wanted to request "Upper moons (plus rengoku) With they're dynamic, like what type ofsub anddom dynamic do they follow, Service top, harsh dom, strict dom, soft dom, bratty sub,pillow princess sub ect

The Upper Moons’ *Plus Rengoku* Dom/Sub Dynamic

Just to be safe, I'll put a trigger warning here, as some of the scenarios for these headcanons have dubious consent.

Let’s get the outlier out of the way, Rengoku. He screams white knight dom. Loyalty is a value everyone in his life must have, and he will position himself as your protector, even if you can defend yourself. He’s the epitome of the knight in shining armor, ready to rush into battle and defend any damsel in distress. He will always act when something is wrong, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

He isn't the type of dom who will have a lot of sex. He prefers quality over quantity, and the most intimate experience is his favorite. However, if you're feeling particularly needy, he'll make an exception to satisfy your needs. He can’t have his princess be unhappy, after all.

Though he’s capable of meeting you halfway, Rengoku also values control, perhaps to a toxic degree. He likes taking charge and making decisions, even if he hides it well. This combined with his worry about your well-being can make him possessive and annoyingly domineering. He will want to be involved in every aspect of your life, even if he doesn’t need to know. The best you can hope for is a compromise that'd put his mind at ease, without your wish being denied.

  Do you want to do some shopping while he's out? Fine, but you're taking some Kakushi with you, and he's personally picking which ones.

However, his hardheadedness can lead to some friction. And when you aren't feeling so civil, an argument can be sparked. In that case, you're in trouble. No matter how valid your case is, expect a punishment.

Rengoku's punishments range from denying your requests to taking away privileges. He's a master of discipline and has many ways to make sure you'll learn your lessons. The princess treatment you've become accustomed to will cease, because how else would you ever learn? You can expect a spanking, withholding sex, or a night of chores, among other things. So be on your best behavior, or he'll make sure you regret it!

But despite his overbearingness, Rengoku is aware of your needs and desires and will make it his mission to fulfill them. He may be frustratingly stubborn, but you will be treated like royalty, never wanting anything, and always being protected.

Moving onto the Upper Moons.

Gyutaro just screams brat tamer. The years of abuse he’s endured resulted in him developing an inferiority complex, one that plagues him even into demonhood. Except as a demon, he could take what he wanted, and (almost) no human could stop him.

When it comes to women, he lives for bringing a bitch down a few pegs.

When you, a little haughty whore, started working at the brothel and dared to disrespect his sister, he jumped at the opportunity to teach you a lesson. He’ll shut your bratty mouth up with his dick, forcing his length down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Only when he shoots his load will he let you go. But that doesn’t mean he’s done with you. No, you’ll be his plaything until he’s done something about that snotty attitude. He’ll take his time breaking you, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he’ll own you.

If he chooses to dispose of you, he’ll hunt for his next brat to tame. But if he chooses to keep you, the relationship will transfer into more of a master/slave dynamic. Your body, your will, everything about you would be his, and that’s how he likes it. He wants you to be dependent, for him to be the only thing you can rely on.

Soon, the sound of your teary begs become Gyutaro’s favorite sound, and he’ll go to great lengths to hear it.

He enjoys inflicting pain, though hurting you is a means to earn your submission when you get out of line, not his end goal. However, he can’t get enough of watching your face contort in the middle of his fun, be it a punishment, or forcing orgasms out of you. He will push you past your limits until you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. You won't be given relief until he decides you've earned it. Only when you’ve shown that you’re a good girl who learned her place will he let you come.

Once he's satisfied, the aftercare begins, and you will have everything you need. If you’ve been good, he’ll pepper your body with kisses as he tends to your wounds, showering you with praise. If you’ve been bad, you’ll be lucky to have him toss you a clean rag.

From time to time, he’ll also engage in primal play, particularly when he needs to work off some extra stress caused by Daki or Muzan.

Speaking of primal play…

Maybe it’s due to his inhumane appearance, but I immediately thought Primal Dom for Gyokko. Put bluntly, hunting gets him hard, especially when a pretty thing is his target. He loves the power rush it gives him, hunting you through the wilderness as he uses his powers to chase you. He knows you have no chance of getting away, and your panic makes the whole thing more delicious to him.

Once he catches you, he'll throw you down and truly begin his fun. He'll take his time devouring you, making a meal of your body. You're just a pretty little piece of meat to him, and he will savor every moment.

As his plaything, you’re subject to his whims. You won't come until he allows you to, and the pleasure he provides will always be just out of reach until you submit. You'll be forced to the edge and held there, unable to tip over until he decides.  He will tease, prod, and test you, then use his big hands to fill your holes. At the same time, he’s marking your flesh, making sure everyone knows you’re his.

Hantengu:  As I did last time, Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami will not be included. Instead, we’ll focus on his hot and grown manifested emotions.  

To the surprise of no one, Sekido is a sadist. He wants to see you break down in tears and cry out in pain, whilst begging him for pleasure. As he ‘plays’ with your poor body, he’ll deny your orgasms until you beg, (noticing a theme here?), then force you to earn it by whatever means necessary. If you’re bad, though, expect to be violently punished. Don't expect him to coddle you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears when it’s all said and done. At best, you'll get a kiss as he cleans you.

Based on the name alone, you’d think that the manifestation of Hantengu’s pleasure is a pleasure dom. But Karaku isn’t a straight top or bottom. Nope, he’s a switch! Sex is a game to him, one that’s about getting as much pleasure as possible. Thus, he’d switch it up depending on the mood he’s in. If he wants to watch you scream in pain, he'll be a harsh dom, and if he wants to hear your pretty moans, he'll be a soft dom. And if he just wants to feel good, he’ll become a power-bottom. If you want complete submission, you’ll have to take it by force, which he’ll also enjoy. And a little warning, if he's in the mood for a good fuck, expect him to drag you into bed, no matter where you are.

Our darling Aizetsu is the only true submissive of the line-up, as he’s a total bottom. His outlook on life is tinted by his sadness, and he views every negatively. Sex is no different, at least until you show him otherwise. When he discovers that intimacy is the key to bringing him joy, he’ll quickly become addicted to the act. He isn’t too fond of being the dominant party, but he'll make an exception if you ask nicely. But if it’s up to him, he’ll stick to subbing. He loves to be showered with praise and to have someone dedicated to pleasing him. A service top is a good fit for him, one that’s skilled in brat-taming. Because when he gets comfortable, Aizetsu can be a brat. Expect him to be demanding, and when denied, a sobbing temper tantrum may be possible. When that happens, a punishment is in order. Once he’s put back into his place, he’ll go back to being a good, needy boy.

Now, Urogi is the pleasure dom of the group. Similarly to Karaku, he views sex as a game to enjoy. But unlike his brother(?), it’s a game he must always be in control of.  You'll only orgasm when he deems it appropriate, and he’ll force out as many as he wants. He'll push you past your limits for his amusement, using you like a toy as he takes whatever he wants. And after all that fun, you'll receive your reward; the aftercare of a lifetime.

As a demon, it’s in Akaza’s nature to be in control. However, just because he’s topping, (and a demon), doesn’t mean that he’ll be cruel. Quite the opposite, as he’ll never do anything to hurt you. At least without you asking first. The reason Akaza enjoys topping is because that’s how he can best give his lover what they need. His pleasure comes from yours, so even if he shies away from something at first, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you come hard.

He likes to know exactly how to please his partner, and the best way to do that is by learning what you like. He’ll set aside time to discover your sensitive spots and kinks, only deeming his mission a success when you’ve had a few orgasms.

Once he knows what his lover needs, Akaza will use that knowledge to bring you bliss. He will worship your body, kissing and caressing you as his hands, tongue, and dick work their magic. The entire time, expect him to smother you with praise, whispering sweet nothings as he tells you how good you are for him.

Akaza will take his time cleaning and massaging you. He can be a bit intense during aftercare, smothering you with affection and being 110% sure you’re okay before allowing you some space.

 As a lover of women, he will engage in femdom, where he’ll switch from a service top to a service bottom. He’ll allow you to do whatever you please with him, because he only wants to please you. So basically, a dom-leaning switch.  

Speaking of switches….

The. Biggest. Switch! When you first entered a relationship with him, he’d be the dominant one most of the time, especially if you were human. No matter how sweet your cunt is, as a demon, he’s above you.

To no one’s surprise, when he’s in control, he’s a total sadist. He’ll spank, slap, choke, whip, claw, bite, etc., anything to inflict pain on you. He loves seeing you all bruised and bloodied, your eyes puffy and red from crying, your bottom lip trembling as you plead for mercy. It gets him painfully hard, driving him to get harsher and harsher during sex. And just as you’re on the verge of breaking, he’ll stop and start to coddle you, cooing sweet nothings and wiping your tears away as he cares for your wounds. You’re his favorite pet, after all, so he can’t destroy you completely.

However, if you resist his affection, prepare to be punished for your insolence.

Only when you become a demon will be start to give up some control, but you’ll have to take it by force. It’d excite Douma more than he’d want to admit when you break from your restraints and slam him down, your hands around his throat as you start to fuck him as roughly as he fucks you. Rather this means riding him or taking his ass, that’s for you to decide. He'd play a little game where he bottoms, acting like he doesn’t like it and that he’s above subbing, even though that’s when he cums the hardest. He’s a total brat, and he’d push you to the limit until you snap and fix that awful attitude of his.

When Muzan assigns him a pretty young thing to train, his cock will start to awaken. The thought of molding you excites Kokushibo, and his mind will quickly venture to the gutter. Just thinking about teaching you how to fuck nearly makes him feral, making him lose his signature stoicism.

Every day, he will work you to the bone, and when night comes, you will be rewarded for a job well done. He will worship your body, lavishing every inch with kisses, caresses, and bites. His mouth will explore your sensitive spots, his tongue eagerly diving into your warm, tight hole. His fingers will rub and stretch your entrance, making sure that you are well prepared to take him. Then, he will pound into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress. His pace will be relentless, and he will not stop until you have milked him dry.

When the deed is done, he will tend to your needs, making sure that your wounds are taken care of and that you are relaxed and content.

Don’t think he’s soft, though. He will make sure you know your place, and if you try to act out, he will punish you accordingly. He will not hesitate to spank you, choke you, whip you, whatever is necessary to correct your bad behavior. You will be put back in your place, and he will make sure that you know how to behave properly in the future.

His expectations will be high and rules numerous. He will not go easy on you, as he has no room for error. He’ll mold you into a slave to his whims, making sure you’ll bend to his every command. If you fail, don't expect to get off lightly. He won't stop until you're sobbing, with the lesson he’s seeking to teach drilled into your head.

This should go without saying. Muzan is a demon who craves control and expects respect. His sex life is no different, and when in relationships, there’s a 24/7 master/slave dynamic at play. He'll keep you on a tight leash—sometimes literally—and require you to ask permission for everything unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Wanna eat? Ask Muzan. Wanna bathe? Ask Muzan. Wanna sleep? Ask Muzan. Wanna go somewhere without him? How dare you ask that? You just earned a punishment.

In day-to-day life, you call him Lord Muzan. When he fucks you, he’ll expect you to call him Master. What he calls you depends on his mood, but he's very fond of referring to you as his ‘pet.’  And just as your title is dependent on the day, so does how he fucks you. He’ll always find a way to mark you, be it choking you until his fingerprints are visible, biting you, digging his nails into your skin, etc. Likewise, he’ll always restrain you, be it with rope, or just holding your wrists above your head.

If you’ve been particularly bothersome, he’ll spank you, then edge you until you’re begging and sobbing out apologies. If you’ve been a good girl, he’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.  

During aftercare—if he feels like providing it—he’s incredibly clinical about the whole thing and usually treats it as a chore that must be completed.

A/N: This one was longer than expected, but I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing this ask, and it spawned a few fic ideas 🤭

[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Ranting to genshin men

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Diluc, Childe, Ayato

Situation?

╰┈➤ you're their s/o who's funny ranting to them.

✎ HEADCANONS ONLY!!! Okk the messages are back 🥹 I think the last time I did this was the sending your genshin boss the wrong message (check it out if you haven't) everyone loved it so I'll do it again hopefully you guys will enjoy this too! <3 I've been busy these days but I'll be fine 🫶 cannot assure you of perfect grammar!!

: ̗̀➛ DILUC

Diluc really did see that coming. You were his lover who loves getting in trouble, it's not that you're not trying to avoid it but you're the word trouble itself. This time, he's getting used to it. There are times where he had to bail you out from jail because of your reckless behavior and sometimes you're just accused which was today.

Because of your recklessness and cuteness at the same time, Diluc fell in love with you too much. He loved you despite your questionable behavior. Now he's inside the prison where you got called out for stealing. Diluc had a good reputation and you didn't know what the word 'good' was.

"Master diluc, we apologize for falsely accusing your significant other for stealing. This won't happen again, next time." The police said as they bowed their heads with their apologies, you rolled your eyes and finally you and Diluc left the prison.

"Can I ask my lovely y/n to stop getting in trouble?" He said when you reached outside the police station.

"Can I ask my master diluc to make me a good fine wine so that I could avoid getting in trouble?" You responded.

"Promise me, you'll avoid getting in trouble first." Diluc said as he crossed his arms.

"Mhm, yes of course I'll avoid getting in trouble for my master." You smiled as you put your arms around his shoulder.

The day ended great with you and him together and for once you'll avoid getting in trouble for him but sometimes he just doesn't need to know, right?...

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham loves listening to your rants because he just listens and he loves your voice, everything about you. Now, he's really worried because you're coming home late. What if you really did kill your best friend's boyfriend? Not that he didn't want you to do it he just didn't want you to live inside the prison for life.

He decided to go out of his house and try to find you. He found you fast because everyone in the sumeru was talking about you and your best friend. Basically you're both on a stage embarrassing your best friend's ex boyfriend for cheating. You both were drunk, alhaitham sighed knowing you again went to drink without him.

Alhaitham held you and your friend then walked towards his house. You both weren't so heavy but he's holding for his dear life. When he reached his own house, he put your friend on the couch as he put you in his bed.

"Alhaitham! Finally I've been waiting for you my baby boy....!" You were obviously drunk when you said that. He sighed as he put a blanket around you. When he's about to leave his room to sleep inside his office- you held his hand and told him to not go or else you'd cry. He couldn't let go of your hand so he sat while sleeping waiting for you to wake up in the morning.

When you woke up, you noticed alhaitham was sitting while sleeping. You didn't want to disturb his uncomfortable sleeping position so you moved to sleep into his lap and admire him until he wakes up.

: ̗̀➛ AYATO

Ayato was laughing the whole time you're telling him how you regret cutting your bangs. He knew you'd look cute with it so he decided to tease you a little. He couldn't wait to finish his work just to see with your short bangs, he was looking forward seeing it.

You, on the other hand didn't leave your own house because of this. It was too embarrassing for you to go out in this state, it's not like you meant to cut it this short. It's just, you wanted to try it out and couldn't stop your own hands from cutting your own bangs.

You heard a light knock at your door. You decide for a while if you should open it and embarrass yourself or gaslight them into thinking that no one is home.

"Y/n? It's me.." It was the voice of your boyfriend, Ayato. You felt more embarrassed that Ayato would see you like this, cutting your bangs really short felt like your downfall. Finally, you decided to open the door revealing Ayato.

When he saw your face and the bangs you were talking about, he couldn't help it but chuckled. You rolled your eyes to him as he cupped your face.

"Aww, you're so cute." He said.

"How could you tease me in times like this!" You replied as he gave another chuckle, you're giving this man so many reasons to love you. He felt so lucky to have you in his life.

"What? It's actually cute. You should try to cut it shorter." He said as he measured your bangs.

"AYATO!!!" You pinched him on his left arm as he laughed.

The day ended with him only looking at you, you didn't know what he was thinking but all he did was just admire you. No matter what you look like or what questionable decision you'll make he'll support you all the time.

: ̗̀➛ CHILDE

Childe really did try his best to comfort you after that and told you that they are just his co-workers not friends. You didn't know because they are all always together you even thought that they were one big family.

You're always there to pick up Childe when he finishes a meeting with them and one day when Childe leaves you to go in a meeting instead of him, it was so awkward that you had to crack a joke to make them comfortable but it wasn't the type of joke where they get it so when childe picked you up that day, you were quiet like your mouth was zipped.

"Love? You should forget about it so they'll forget about it too." He gave you an awkward smile while he was saying these words.

"how can I? They even said that this meeting is strictly for fatuis only and they cancelled it because you didn't show up!" You said. You're walking with each other together while talking about the recent situation you had.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll treat you, think of it as the way for me to say sorry for you." Childe would be lying if he said that it wasn't really embarrassing because as you tell him the whole story on what happened earlier he couldn't help but feel embarrassed for you.

The day happened just like that, in the end you felt better because he bought you everything that you wanted. He's also staying the night because you're extremely clingy today and he likes it when you're like that.

[thought--bubble]

If I had the love I needed, Pt 1

Will (Salad Days) X (Friend Reader)

Warnings Below

Word Count: 2,431

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A/N: This will be just 2 parts. Was originally going to be a one-shot, but it just kept getting longer and longer 🤣🤣 (Canon divergence, I fully believe Will smashed Leah, but I didn't want that for my story)

Warnings:: abuse, neglect, alcoholism. (Saved the good stuff for part 2)

"Get out!!!" Your aunt is once again, very drunk and screeching at you while hurtling dishes toward your head.

"Ok! Ok!" You grab your tiny backpack and book it out of the flat. This was a common occurrence for you in your life. Your parents have been gone since before an age where you would have memories and you were left in the care of your aunt who was a full-blown alcoholic.

When she went on a bender, it wasn't abnormal for her to throw one of these fits and throw you out of the flat for a few days. Typical shame response. It did, however, leave you in a precarious position since you did not have enough money to rent your own flat, and you helped your aunt pay the bills so you weren't able to save all that much either.

So you headed off to the fish and chips shop that your best friend works at. She's always the one who bails you out. Letting you stay at her house until your aunt comes off her bender and calls you home to care for her.

When you arrive, Leah is alone in the shop with Will. Leah told you about the awkward encounter she had with him recently when she was fighting with her boyfriend Matt. She almost did something she would live to regret, and Will couldn't seem to let it go. Will was a lonely guy. Anyone who interacted with him could see that. You didn't know him well, just that Leah has known him since childhood.

Leah looks relieved as you enter the shop while Will looks a bit irritated.

"Sorry" you awkwardly mumble. "Leah, can I talk to you?"

"Oh god, please tell me she didn't kick you out again?" Leah says a look of exasperation on her face.

"It wouldn't be my life if she didn't," you smile weakly at her.

"I'll ask my mum if you can stay, but it's been a little crazy at my house, and my mum is not happy with me at the moment" Leah says while scratching the back of her neck.

"If you can't, it's not a big deal. I'll figure something out. " You try to sound confident, but you don't have many friends, so if Leah can't help you, you actually have no clue what you are going to do.

Leah looks at you skeptically. " You can't be out and about all night on the streets of derby wearing that," Leah gestures toward you.

"I don't look bad!" You look down at yourself. You are wearing a plain black jumper with a black pleated mini skirt knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. Your hair in two braids that hang loosely down either side of your head.

"No, you don't. But you'll look like a tart walking around all night, like that, " Leah says, concerned.

"Why would you be walking round all night?" Will interrupts.

"Because her drunk aunt kicks her out every time she has a few too many," Leah says, frustrated.

"It's not a big deal, Leah. I'll be fine, " you say, not wanting anyone to take pity on you.

As if sent by the gods to take the focus off of you, Matt and Tom burst through the door. loud and boisterous.

"We're closed!" Leah says laughing and annoyed.

"Not for us!" Matt says happily leaning over the counter and giving Leah a kiss.

You can see Will's face drop at this as he looks away.

"And where have you been? No one's seen ya for 2 weeks!" Matt says to Will, who just shrugs in response.

Matt goes around the counter and starts rummaging through the cooler, which is clearly annoying Leah as you just stand there. You know it's only a matter of time before Leah kicks them out, and you can finally talk to her privately.

"You could stay at mine. You know, if you really needed to." Will says softly.

Tom stifles a giggle while Will punches his shoulder. "Let's leave the ladies alone," will says getting up, guiding Tom to the door.

Matt laughing gives Leah one final kiss and then walks out behind them.

After they have gone, it feels like a hurricane just left the shop.

Leah looks up at you and sighs. "Now let's try to figure out what to do with you, yeah? My mum text back said, "Not tonight." But I got a couple of girls I can call for ya"

You grit your teeth but smile in thanks. You don't look forward to the idea of sleeping at a complete strangers place, but your options are very limited and dwindling by the second.

You sit on the stool Will was previously sitting at and swing your feet. While Leah cleans up the shop and sends out a few texts trying to find you a place to stay for the night.

"Do you need help?" You offer hoping to break the uncomfortable silence that has fallen between you

"Nah, almost done," she smiles at you, and your stomach turns. PITY. you can see it in her face, and you hate it.

After nearly two hours, she's finally done cleaning, and restocking so the two of you head out, and she locks up.

"I don't know what to do. No one has said yes yet," she bites her nails as she continues looking through her phone.

"Will offered" you laugh looking up at the sky.

"What? Oh.... that might not be a good idea, " Leah says

"I didn't say I was gonna go. Just thought I'd tell ya. Given your..... recent situation"

"That was nothing. A mistake. Should have never gone as far as it did, " Leah says, clearly uncomfortable with this topic.

"Ok. Well, I will figure something out. Go home. I'll be fine. " You hug Leah and give her a reassuring smile.

She looks at you unsure but knows that she has done all she can. "Please just text me when you have landed somewhere? I'll be up all night with worry"

"Promise." You give her a cheeky grin and head off down the sidewalk. Once you turn away from her, that confident facade you had been wearing for her benefit falls. You had no clue what you were going to do.

'I'll just walk around. Not much can happen if I just keep moving.' You think to yourself. You see Will, Tom and Matt heading back towards your direction.

"I'm late, obviously," Matt says annoyed.

"Late?" You ask him eyebrows raised.

"I like to walk Leah home. We weren't supposed to be gone this long. " he shoots an irritated glare towards Will.

"She just started walking, not even 5 minutes ago. You could still catch up, " you say while gesturing toward the direction Leah went

"Right," Matt takes off down the street.

Tom continues walking in that same direction while Will stops in front of you.

"Did you end up finding a place to land?" His voice is so gentle it causes a small smile to creep onto your face.

"Oh yeah, totally headin' there now" you try to keep your face from telling on you but fail miserably

"Will? You comin?" Tom yells from ahead

"Yeah, we are." Will grabs your hand and pulls you along with him. "Told ya you can crash at mine. Leah was right. You can't just wander around alone all night"

You go to protest, but he gives you a "Don't bother" look.

You surrender and follow him. You don't pull your hand away. For some reason, the gentle touch, even something as innocuous as someone holding your hand, feels comforting. Gentleness isn't something you have experienced. Much of so, him holding your hand feels like you are finally getting something you have long since needed.

Tom looks at your intertwined hands and then at Will. "Uh-"

"Shut it, Tom, keep walkin" Will says with a cold stoic look but gives your hand a little squeeze.

You blindly follow Will at this point, mesmerized with his touch, how it's gentle yet commanding.

Tom breaks off in a different direction to go to his flat while you and Will continue straight ahead.

"Are you sure your nan won't be upset you are bringing a random girl home with you?"

"My Nan is bedridden right now. She won't even know you're there. Besides, you're not a random girl. You're a friend of Leah."

The two of you reach the flat.

"Just keep quiet and follow me yeah?"

You nod as he opens the door to the flat as quietly as possible. The door leads directly to a flight of stairs. He motions for you to take your shoes off.

Once you take the shoes off, you hold them in your left hand while Will grabs your right hand and leads you up the stairs.

Your heart is pounding as you go up the stairs, and for a brief second, you regret coming here. What are you doing? You don't know Will enough to be doing this. As if he can sense your hesitation, he turns back towards you and smiles, and just like that, you are pleased with your decision.

Yep. This was a good decision because..... that smile. Yup.

When the two of you reach the top of the landing, he turns back to you and puts his finger over his lips. You nod toward him as he pulls you further into the flat tiptoeing past the first door. He stops at the second door, opens it, and motions for you to go inside.

You enter what seems to be his bedroom.

"Make yourself comfy. I'll be right back" he says this while giving you a cheeky smile as he quietly closes the door.

For the first few minutes, you awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, holding your shoes to your chest as you look around the room.

There is a bed and boxspring on one side of the room. A very small bed you note. That should fill you with nerves, but instead, your face gets hot.

There is a dresser with some assorted items on top. the drawers haphazardly closed. A pile of clothes on the floor.

About 15 minutes later, he comes into the room with two small mugs of tea, placing them on the dresser and then quietly closing the door.

"Brought you a cuppa" he whispers while he looks at you with a smile " you can put your shoes down" he chuckles

"Oh yeah, thanks." You feel your face heating up again as you place your shoes on the floor.

You reach for the tea and bring the cup to your lips, taking a sip. "I umm I like your room," you say awkwardly.

"Yeah, thanks. Not much, but it's home. " he sips his own tea, his eyes peering at you over the cup.

You both finish your tea in silence.

"You can borrow a shirt to sleep in if you need. I'd give you joggers, but I know they wouldn't fit. " he chuckles, looking you up and down.

Your face doesn't just heat up at this comment. You are convinced it has actually erupted into flames. "N-n-no, that's ok. I can sleep in my jumper"

"We'll have to share the bed.... can't have my Nan come out to use the loo and see me on the sofa."

You look over at the very tiny bed and bite your bottom lip.

"Don't worry love we'll make it work"

He makes his way over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of joggers and a long t-shirt.

"I'll go get dressed then," he leaves the room again, closing the door as quietly as possible behind him.

You let out a breath and take your skirt and socks off. The jumper you are wearing is big enough to cover your bum but just barely. Your thighs on full display.

"Lord, this is awkward," you mumble to yourself as you fold your skirt and socks, placing them on top of your little backpack. You remain standing in the middle of the room, pulling your jumper down, trying to will it with the power of your mind to somehow grow longer.

Will returns, and you spin around to look at him. He looks good in his loose-fitting t shirt and joggers a lone silver chain around his neck.

He goes over to the bed and lays down on his side toward you. Your feet are rooted to the floor, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest that you are certain he and possibly his Nan in the other room can hear it.

"C'mere," he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, but you stay frozen, unable to move. "I'm not gonna bite ya, I promise"

You move slowly toward the bed and sit down on the edge. You lay down on your side with your back to Will.

You can feel him shift behind you making room for you.

"Do you mind if I put my arm on ya? Space is kinda limited. " he chuckles

"Oh yeah, ok.... that's fine. " You hold your breath as you feel his arm come down around you and pull you back so your back is flush against his chest. His arm on your waist and his hand flat against your upper stomach.

You can feel him sigh into your hair as he shifts a little more behind you, making himself comfortable. You can feel your heart beating so hard you wouldn't be surprised if it just leapt from your chest and ran out of the room.

Will nuzzles his face into your hair and takes a deep breath in pressing himself tighter to your back. You close your eyes and try to sleep. You can hear and feel his breathing behind you, falling into a steady rhythm.

You try desperately to calm your heart rate down but can't. You feel his arm and hand on you and his body pressed up against yours, and you feel like there is electricity pulsing throughout your body. A strong and deep want developing between your legs that you are desperately trying to ignore.

"Do I make you that uncomfortable?" He whispers into your ear.

You noticably shiver when he does this and release a shakey sigh. "Oh umm no" you whisper.

He pulls you tighter against his body pressing his now very hard cock up against your lower back.

"Then why can't you sleep?"

A/N: teehee. Second part will be out soon. 💚

Part 2

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Chapter 𝐈: "𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠"

Warnings: None

𝕿he last thing she remembered was fire... and his eyes—soft with regret, hard with resolve—before everything went black.

She could be a fool and believed he truly meant his promises. His empty, whispered words of sweet nothings. She clung into that, even as Death took her in her cold embrace.

"Wriath! You ought you to pay attention!"

Her father's sharp words snapped her out of her tiny daydreaming, which, in truth, she'll choose any day. With a huff, she straightened her slightly askew posture and began to pay more attention to the pacing man in front of her.

"Your brother's wedding has to be perfect tomorrow! With you guarding the viel and making sure everyone is safe- you should just let another guard take your post for the day. I fear you won't have much time to rel-"

"Father." She calls out softly, a slight reminder that he, himself, was not relaxing. "The wedding will be perfect. Only the best ceremony provided by our fellow kin." She stood up, placing a comforting hand on her father's shoulder.

"You need not fret over anything. You'll grow yourself another inch of your beard. Besides, you know how difficult it is to change my post at the last minute. It will cause a hindrance."

He sighs, fiddling with his own ring. A respected High Elven noble, calm and proud, master arcane arts, known for his unwavering ideals and strict honour. In the past, Vaerion Naevaris would scoff at the thought of marriage until he met the most wonderful elf of all. And now, his eldest and only son is to be married. How time passes indeed.

"Brother is not a complete idiot. Though... it confuses me how he could aquire such fine maiden."

Wriath jests, trying to lighten up her father's worries. "Everything will be fine. I promise you." She smiles, the kind that made her father's heart melt. Such uncanny resemblance to her late mother.

Thalira of the Veil, a quiet yet powerful Death Elf, priestess of the God of Death, feared and revered, keeper of mourning rites and secrets unspoken, passed a few years back after the arrival of the Dragon Emperor. It was dark time that boiled anger and hatred inside the hidden land of Elarindor. It only tightened their defences and protection against those who were not of their kin.

Thalira once had a dream of all creatures. Even Elves, alongside humans, become one. She had died believing such.

But just like any other dream... it becomes distant.

And to some, it becomes their own.

"I'll go attend to my post now, do eat your breakfast."

She stood up after gently wiping her mouth before she strapped on the last of her light armour.

"Wriath-"

"Yes, I know, I will be careful. I love you." She placed a quick peck on Vaerion's temple before she she left their humble abode.

Her hair blowed in the early morning wind as she decended down the vined stairs of their large estate.

Wriath Naevaris, a Duskwrought to those who knew her, came from a noble lineage that is marked in nobility by their distinctively unique vanta black hair, uncommon amongst their kind.

She made her way through the winding paths and familiar thickets of illusion-draped hedges, nodding politely at a few kin, preparing for the celebration ahead. Even in light armour, her gait was neither rushed nor heavy—measured, graceful, quiet.

Her post stood at the northern edge of the hidden land, just by the veil-pond where the mists clung thicker than usual, weaving with the soft arcane hum of the protective wards. She traced a runic sigil mid-air, eyes scanning the horizon with the keen sharpness of one who knew what silence meant when it was out of place.

Gaurding the Veil, they called it. In truth, Wriath did more than just watch. She also listened. To footsteps that seemed barely there, to wind currents that whispered of shifts in magic. She felt things—disturbances, weight, and intention. A skill she earned not by choice but by blood.

The duskwrought didn’t come with a title. It came with responsibility.

For though she bore her father's name and his magic, her mother’s shadow always clung to her in some way or another.

Wriath had walked between temple pyres and wept beside grieving souls when she was but a girl. She memorized rites meant for Death’s ears only. Even now, she carried the blade passed down by her late, lovely mother.

Dhe paced quietly along the edge of the veil, eyes locked forward but senses stretching far beyond. Somewhere in the distance, a gentle songbird sang. Somewhere closer, the air shivered unnaturally.

Still, she stood.

It would be a perfect wedding. She would see to it—like she always did.

When the sun began its descent and the veil glowed with a faint golden hue, Wriath gave her final pass along the edge, carving a sealing glyph across the arching roots that framed the northern gate. No threat, as usual. The day had been kind.

She whispered a quiet offering to her mother beneath her breath, words ancient and sacred, before making her way back.

The following day, the morning rose with hymns carried by petals drifting from the treetops—subtle blessings from the grove's stewards. The wedding ceremony had passed without incident, Wriath’s vigilance ensured peace through the veiling. Now, her duty for the moment had ended.

And as per tradition, she shed the light armour of a veilwarden and adorned herself not as a knight but as the daughter of a noble house.

Her ceremonial robes were deep violet stitched with trailing silver thread, each line curling into symbols of her lineage. A high collar framed her neck, embroidered with the woven insignia of both her houses— a cat, for Naevaris, crescent thorns for the Veil. Her raven hair was partly tied back with pins, the rest tumbling in loose curls that framed pale face.

And though many stepped aside to admire her presence, she moved with the same quiet grace she had while guarding the veil— quiet and sure.

She spotted them near the heart of the grove—the newly weds.

Her brother, Saemon, was practically glowing in embroidered robes of goldleaf and sage. His bride, soft-eyed and poised, wore the traditional starweave veil now pulled back behind her delicately pointed ears. They looked... happy. Exhaustedly so.

“Sister!” Elarion greeted, arms flinging open as if he’d spotted a long-lost friend. “You survived the ceremony. And you’re wearing colour! A miracle twice over.”

Wriath raised a brow as she approached, lips curled faintly. “I’d say the miracle is that you remembered your vows. You always had trouble with memorization.”

The bride laughed— kind, something Wriath had grown used to. “He practised by reciting them to a tree for three nights.”

Wriath chuckled under her breath. “A patient audience.”

She stepped forward, gently pressing her forehead to her brother’s in the old way—once for blood, twice for bond. “You look well. Genuinely. You chose... well.”

Elarion squeezed her hand. “Mother would have adored you both.”

Wriath nodded, the moment softening the set of her shoulders. “She watches, brother. Always.”

And then came the familiar sound of measured footsteps.

Vaerion Naevaris, dressed in ceremonial white with cascading silver sashes, his beard freshly oiled and braided in sigils of heritage, approached with his usual air of command—and ever-faint softness reserved only for moments like these.

“You made it in time." He remarked, hands behind his back, though his eyes scanned his daughter’s robes as if checking for wrinkles.

“I always do.” Wriath tilted her head, a half-smile playing on her lips.

He offered a quiet, approving nod. “You look like your mother.”

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Tender.

Her father's gaze lingered on her form— just a moment, fondly— before shifting to her brother and his wife. “You all honour this house. Today, we are strong.”

She gave a small nod, fingers brushing against the ceremonial dagger at her hip. “And tomorrow, we remain.”

There was pride in her father’s eyes, but also something else—age, perhaps, or memory. He raised a goblet in quiet salute to his children.

The music swelled.

Wriath, ever the shadow in the light, allowed herself a moment among them. Amid the laughter, the dancing, the warm gleam of lanterns overhead with fireflies adorned around it— today was indeed perfect.

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Act 2:1 - Invitation from the Vampire (Page 6)

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Oskar

He clings on tightly to the bars, trying to prevent his fury from turning him again. 

"You're probably too young to know anything of the Bloodmoon pact. However, I am still very much aware of it. That said, you are both welcome to stay here as long as is needed. But you have to do something for me- tell your partner about your blood before you leave. Is that understood?"

He gives a reluctant nod in return.

"Good. Once you've calmed yourself, then you can see Áine. I'm sure she could do with your comfort at this time, and vice-versa."

I have no idea what's going to happen now. Could be fine, could erupt into an argument. I'll have to keep an eye and an ear out. Either way, I may come to slightly regret housing a couple...

"Also, Oskar...sorry for biting you."

I can't help but chuckle, even if my arm is still a little painful. "You're forgiven."

Áine

My child's near-constant wriggling kept me up all night, and the back pain isn't letting up at all. I feel a little better emotionally, but not much better. I can't stop thinking about what happened with Brádach. I still don't know how I did it. One minute he was stood there, the next he was on the floor, his skin grey and dry and wrinkled, like some sort of revenant. 

On top of that, I felt strange...youthful and refreshed, an odd way to feel when you're only a few months from giving birth to your child. I keep meaning to read through my mother's wolf tome and see if I can find out more, but I don't know if I'm ready to witness the truth of what I may have done. 

No matter your skill or the components you have on you, intent is the biggest ingredient of all witch magic, and the most powerful. If I didn't want to kill my father for what he did, I wouldn't have...I wanted to kill my own father. Was I really so cruel? Was I as bad as he was?

I hear Oskar's voice echo through the hallway, calling my name. At first, there was something unnerving about it, but now it was oddly comforting to hear.

"I have some good news for you, Áine. First, the master bedroom is all yours. I think you'll be much more comfortable in there-"

"I appreciate it, Oskar, but...I don't want to take that from-"

"Áine?"

I recognise that voice. 

"-And so will your partner."

I see him just coming up the stairs, looking a little dishevelled. I feel a sliver of anxiety melt away. He came all this way; I hope Oskar didn't give him too much trouble. He runs up to me and grabs me by the shoulders. He looks more anxious than excited. His voice sounds oddly husky, and I can feel his arms shaking.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," I reply, glad to be in his company again. "Oskar has been more than kind to me."

 Oh, goodness. I hope that didn't come out the wrong way...

I notice Oskar side-eye him for a moment before he heads back down the stairs. I'm hoping there hasn't been any major disagreements between them both.

It may not be an ideal situation, but at least for a short while, Reynold and I can be together under one roof, what I've dreamed of for some time now- what he seems to be on-edge about. Even then, the joy of this moment isn't quite as powerful as the dread of what I have to tell him.

We hold each other, warm in each other's embrace with the burgeoning winter outside- until we both simultaneously look at each other and say the exact same words:

'I have something I must tell you.'

[hellaversity]

Don't Say Something You'll Regret (Chapter 4)

"Excuse me Sir, are you lost?" Blitzø heard a robotic feminine voice. He looked behind him to see a red, gender swapped Robo-Fizz. Awkward. He knew Mammon was a greedy creep with those things, but no one ever told him female versions were a real thing. Then again, it wasn't half as weird as the fat Fizzbots.

"What do you want?" Blitzø asked her. "You've been wandering around the building for several minutes now. Do you need help?" Said the fembot. "Come to think of it, yeah. I need to find overlord Carmilla Carmine. Do you know where she is?" Said Blitzø. "I can take you to her. My master Valentino has a meeting with her right now," the fembot told him. "Follow me."

Blitzø did as he was told, following her to the overlord's meeting. They finally reached the door, but just before they walked in, the fembot turned to Blitzø and said "Do you have an overlord safety badge?" Blitzø showed her the badge and she opened the door. "Fizzette, what the fuck are you doing in here? I thought I told you not to interrupt!" Said a tall, purple-skinned man with four arms, red eyes and a red pimp coat with a zebra fringe.

"This man wanted to have a word with Ms Carmine," the fembot explained. "Your master named you Fizzette? Shit, and here I thought I was bad at comimg up with names," Blitzø remarked. "Don'r you dare talk down to us, fire toad! Do you know who you're speaking lowly of?" Said the tall purple guy. "Look asshole, I have an overlord safety badge, which means I get to walk in here and talk and none of you fuckers can do anything to me without getting in some serious trouble for breaking your own rules!" Blitzø retorted while holding up the badge.

A tall woman with white hair, grey skin and red eyes who was wearing a black and white ballerina outfit glared at him. "He's right, Valentino. Take your seat." Valentino just grunted while sitting down and didn't say another word. "And you over there, what is it that you came here for?" The tall woman asked Blitzø. "I came here to see overlord Carmilla Carmine for a special kind of weapon that I heard can kill royal demons," Blitzø told her.

"Well, you've come to the right place. As you must, I am the Carmilla Carmine thar you've been seeking. I am curious. What did you need an angelic weapon for? I'll have you know, I don't lend them to just anyone," Carmilla replied. Then she heard her daughters giggling behind her. "Odette, Clara, please. This is no laughing matter. Try to be more quiet, ok?" She said sternly.

Odette and Clara nodded and stop giggling. But they still smiled and fluttered their eyes at Blitzø, who they clearly fancied. "Shall we take this conversation elsewhere?" Carmilla asked Blitzø. He nodded and the left the room to speak privately, far enough so none of the other overlords could hear them. "Now tell me, what caused you to need such a rare and powerful weapon in the first place?"

"My boyfriend told me all about his shitty ex-wife who abused him for years. They're both goetias, which means they can't be killed that easily without the help of angelic weapons. I'd do anything to get revenge on the bitch who treated the love of my life like absolute shit for nearly two decades. You see, they were in an arranged marriage, and my lover apparently stayed put up with her for so long for the sake of letting his daughter have a normal childhood. So please, let me have one of these weapons," Blitzø explained.

"That sounds reasonable enough. Unfortunately, they are very expensive and I don't expect an imp like yourself to have the money required," Carmilla told him. Blitzø sadly frowned. "Do you ever make exceptions? Because i'm not leaving this building until you give me one," he said. Carmilla sighed. "Fine." She lead him to a secret room with a locked door, fortunately she had the key to open it. Further into the room, she opened up a closet that held shiny white weapons with exotic markings on them. There was a sword, a spear, and axe, a crossbow, rifle, a shotgun and a pistol.

"This is what you've been looking for, is it not?" Carmilla said. Blitzø gasped in awe at the lovely sight. They might have just been the most beautiful weapons he'd ever seen. "Yes, this is EXACTLY what I needed! Thank you, Carmilla!" He said, all giddy and jumpy. "You must only take one," said Carmilla. "Hmm." Blitzø wondered which one would be the most effective. The crossbow, spear or sniper rifle would be most effective, since Stella would likely not notice a long distance shot from behind. But a sword, axe or shotgun would do more damage. It was a hard decision for sure.

"I think i'll take the crossbow" Blitzø decided. "Are you sure?" Carmilla aksed. "100% positive. It's the best for a sneak attack from a long distance. Besides, I can always have a backup plan if it doesn't work," Blitzø explained. "I understand," Carmilla said as she handed Blitzø the crossbow. "That'll be 300 dollars, Sir," she said. Blitzø's eyes sank. 300 bucks? That was worth his whole company salary! He decided this was just the right time to resort to plan B.

Blitzø took out his cellphone and clicked on "Charlie" in his contact list. "Hey Char," he said. "Blitzø? Is that you?" Said a feminine voice. "Fuck yeah. Long time no see, eh? Listen, I need your help. You're still a princess, right? You got money. I'll have to use some of that to buy an expensive weapon. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not. Just come over to my hotel and i'll see what I can do," Charlie replied.

Blitzø was confused. "Hotel? What hotel?" "The Hazbin Hotel. Ya know, the thing I tried to advertise on Channel 666 News?" Said Charlie. Blitzø remembered what she was talking about immediately. "Oh, yeah. That hotel about redeeming people, right? Or something like that?" Said Blitzø. "That's correct. Just stop by and i'll do what I can to help you, ok?" Charlie said. "Ok, i'll be there. Bye, Char," Blitzø said. "Bye, Blitzø!" Then she hung up.

"Sorry for wasting your time, but you're gonna have to wait. Is that ok with you?" Blitzø asked Carmilla. She nodded and returned to the meeting room, and Blitzø left the building, surprisingly knowing his way around this time. He waited for another taxi to take him to the Hazbin Hotel and meet up with Charlie. He held his hand out the moment he saw a cab and yelled out "Taxi!" to get the driver's attention.

Blitzø got into the cab and the driver asked "Where to?" 'The Hazbin Hotel," Blitzø replied. The driver took off and it took about 15 minutes for them to get to thr hotel. Blitzø stepped out and paid the driver, who left after taking the money. Blitzø walked up the hill leading to the front door of the hotel and knocked when he finally reached it. A couple of seconds later, a tall man with four arms and white fur with pink stripes and spots opened it.

"Hey, why do you look familiar?" Said the stranger. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Hey, now I remember. You're that famous porn star, aren't you? Angel Dust," Blitzø replied. "Yup, that's me all alright," said Angel Dust. "But wait a second, how do you recognize me? I'm not famous!" Blitzø wondered. "Didn't we have a one night stand one time? I remember you had the biggest dick i'd ever seen since my last ex-boyfriend, and you gave me some of the best sex I had in years," Angel explained.

"Oh, yeah. We did do that. Damn, has it really been that long?" Blitzø said. "What did you say your name was again? Bitch with a silent O or something?" Angel asked. "Hey, it's BLITZØ with a silent O, asshole! Remember that!" Blitzø yelled at him. "My mistake. Anyways, what the fuck are you doing here, Blitzø?" "To see Princess Charlie and talk to her. I need her help with something," said Blitzø. "How the fuck do you know Charlie?" Asked Angel. "Don't tell anyone, but she's my ex," Blitzø whispered in his ear.

"What?! You gotta be fucking kidding me!!!" Angel whispered. Blitzø shook his head. "Fine. Come in." Angel let Blitzø into the hotel. A short woman with red hair, one giant eyeball and a maid outfit noticed him right away. She ran over to Blitzø and sniffed him creepily. "I smell a bad boy. Perfect! Brooding hottie energy all over you!!" She exclaimed. Blitzø just gulped and sweat dropped. "What the fuck?" He whispered.

"Ok, that's enough Niffty. Go back to cleaning those roaches in the basement," said a woman with blonde hair in a braid wearing a red tuxedo, who picked Niffty up while looking disgusted. "Blitzø? Is that really you?" She said. "Charlie! Long time, no see," Blitzø replied. Charlie walked over the basement door, threw Niffty in and closed the door. "Remember what I told you about those roaches down there!" Charlie yelled loud enough for Niffty to hear her behind the door.

She sat on the couch and Blitzø followed suit. "So, what kind of weapon did say wanted, that's apparently too expensive without my help?" Charlie asked. "It's not just any weapon. It's an angelic weapon that's capable of killing royal demons. You see, my boyfriend Stolas has been in an arranged marriage with this crazy bitch named Stella, who has abused him for years and the only reason he stayed with her was for the sake of letting his daughter Octavia have a normal childhood. And I would really like to get revenge on that bitch," Blitzø told her.

Charlie said "I see. I can't give you all my money since at least a portion of is my salary for the hotel staff. But at minimum, I can give at least 5,000 dollars and 20 gems. Is that good?" Blitzø's eyes lit up and he had a big smile on his face. "That's more than enough, thank you Charlie you're my hero!" Blitzø shouted excitedly, to the point the whole hotel could hear him.

"Charlie, who the fuck is that?" Said the cat bartender, who had a very deep voice. "Sshhh!" Charlie answered. Husk decided to keep his mouth shut and not question anything. Charlie turned to Blitzø again and gave him the money and gems he needed.

[roman-cates]

"I… I'd… like to stay, if you'll let me? Master?"

Bryce isn't really sure how much that is an act. The 'Master' at the end has to be, though.

Before Bryce can reply, Boss lets out a theatrically loud snort. He looks up at her, but she just shakes her head.

Bryce looks back at Roman. "Yeah, you can stay." He extends an arm to the coffee table, grabs the CD player that's sitting there, and hands it off to Roman. Roman takes the player.

"I'll be charging another chair to your card," Bryce tells Boss as Roman puts his earbuds in and brings the CD player unto his lap. Because Roman's head is on Bryce's shoulder, he can hear the music play… and decrease in volume. Roman must be turning it down so he can hear the conversation.

Bryce hopes he won't regret that. After the way he reacted to Days on the phone when she told him what they found in the bunker…

Well, he'll cover if he has to.

"What's wrong with the chair he was using?"

Bryce gives her a sardonic look. "The one that Mal's 'cops' had access to?"

Boss sighs. "Fine. I'll pay for it."

"And—"

"No," she interrupts him, "I know you want to punish them, but I can't have disorder in the ranks. It's bad enough that Mal went against my direct orders, but I can't make it known that she told others to as well."

"Who were they?"

"Ross really is a cop. One of our highest expenditures, actually. He's very useful. Curt…"

Bryce knows the name. He didn't connect it to the man hurting Roman, but he can see it now. "Oh. That was Curt?"

Boss nods. "It was. And you will not approach either of them."

"Fine." It's said through gritted teeth. He breathes in. "Can we talk about—" About what you meant when you said I'm your contingency plan?

"I'm not done." She leans forward again, her eyes roaming over the young man at his side. "Bryce… This isn't one sided, is it?"

He looks a question at her. She sighs, and waves a hand to encompass Roman.

"This… Whatever you have going here."

Fuck, how much has she put together? He shakes his head, not sure how to answer.

"Fine. We'll put that aside for now." She turns her full attention to Bryce. He's glad she's not looking at Roman anymore, but he wishes she would tone it down, just a little. "You want answers. And—" She holds up a hand, "You want to complain about Mal ordering his taking, and probably to re-negotiate. And you want to rant about whatever she's been doing in that warehouse." She raises a brow. "Am I missing anything?"

"You're not missing anything," he allows.

"Fine," she says with a sigh. "I'll cover the second point first. She's out of control. Which is why you're here in the first place, if you remember."

"I'm here to advise," he protests, "To report. Not to stop her from disobeying your actual orders."

She holds up a hand. "Yes, yes. She's worse than anticipated. I'm willing to adjust your compensation accordingly."

"Believe it or not, the money isn't the thing I'm–"

"Bryce. It doesn't have to be money." Her eyes leave his and wander over Roman's face for a moment. "We could let him go. Give him protection."

"I'll be charging another chair to your card," Bryce tells Boss as Roman puts his earbuds in. As he puts the player back in his lap, he turns the volume down discreetly so he can hear the conversation. He might regret hearing what's said, but right now this sort of feels like an opportunity to take back a little control over his life. Control he feels like he's lost— especially after his nightmare last night.

"What's wrong with the chair he was using?"

Roman keeps his eyes down in his lap— it's easier not to react if he can't see their faces or whether they're looking at him. Still, he can hear the near sarcasm in Bryce's tone. "The one that Mal's 'cops' had access to?"

Boss sighs. "Fine. I'll pay for it."

"And—"

"No," she interrupts him, "I know you want to punish them, but I can't have disorder in the ranks. It's bad enough that Mal went against my direct orders, but I can't make it known that she told others to as well."

"Who were they?"

"Ross really is a cop. One of our highest expenditures, actually. He's very useful. Curt…"

So one of them really was an officer... Well, does that mean that anything they said was true?

"Oh. That was Curt?"

"It was. And you will not approach either of them."

"Fine." It's said through gritted teeth. Bryce breathes in. "Can we talk about—"

"I'm not done." Boss interrupts, and Roman can feel rather than see her looking at him. "Bryce… This isn't one sided, is it?" Roman keeps his expression neutral, as it has been since he 'put on music'. "This… Whatever you have going here."

"Fine. We'll put that aside for now. You want answers. And— You want to complain about Mal ordering his taking, and probably to re-negotiate. And you want to rant about whatever she's been doing in that warehouse. Am I missing anything?"

"You're not missing anything," Bryce allows.

"Fine," she says with a sigh. "I'll cover the second point first. She's out of control. Which is why you're here in the first place, if you remember."

"I'm here to advise," Bryce protests, "To report. Not to stop her from disobeying your actual orders."

"Yes, yes. She's worse than anticipated. I'm willing to adjust your compensation accordingly."

"Believe it or not, the money isn't the thing I'm–"

"Bryce. It doesn't have to be money. We could let him go. Give him protection."

It takes more effort not to react to that, but Roman still keeps his expression neutral, not allowing any fluctuation that would show he's listening. They could let him go? Actually? To... live almost freely again? And she's offering it?

This was not something that Roman expected to hear. He's not quite sure what he expected to hear, but he's certain it wasn't this. What will Bryce say? Is he going to make that decision for him, too? Right now? Roman isn't even sure what he would say if he was involved in this conversation right now. He wants to live freely again— one of the reasons he's told Bryce no is because he believed that there is no way he can ever return to a free life. He's considered his only options to be living alone and scared of being pursued by these people for the rest of his life, or living with Bryce and being less scared of being pursued by these people for the rest of his life. If there's another option— if there's a way he doesn't have to live in fear of these people for the rest of his life— is that a choice he would make?

Is that a choice he could make if it meant never seeing Bryce again..?

[mainstoryarchive]

Ensemble - 133: Miracle

Akiomi: 'Be discreet with your chattering! Ah, ahem! Continuing!'

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Auditorium (LIVE)

Akiomi: 'Be discreet with your chattering! Ah, ahem! Continuing!'

'Our school's established event, Dream Idol Festival… Also known as DreamFes has a set of regular rules.'

'One of those rules states that if the difference in votes doesn't reach the minimal requirement, we have to go into overtime.'

'All of you must already know, as in the DDD there have been several of those cases.'

'That rule and it's specifics have also been written on the distributed pamphlets. As well as in the school's rules. Please confirm it for yourselves as well.'

'The difference in votes in the final between Trickstar and fine…'

'Regrettably, although it's just by one vote, it doesn't meet the minimal requirements and as such we have to go into overtime.'

'If just one more person had voted not for Trickstar but for fine… There wouldn't have been a need to go into overtime and fine's victory would be certain…!

'It's regrettable, however we can't go against the rules. We'll follow the rules and enter overtime.'

Jin: 'Just what part of that is 'regrettable'? It's exactly because both units did everything they could that there's such a small difference, right?'

'This is mutual encouragement in the true sense of the word ♪'

'Be that as it may. What are you gonna do, Tenshouin?'

'It's up to you. Are you gonna do the encore?'

Eichi: … …

Jin: 'As the school nurse, I do at least want to say that if you strain yourself any more than this you'll be near death. But you guys aren't gonna listen no matter what I say, right?'

Eichi: No, I myself understand my own body the best.

The other members of fine have gone along with my selfishness up until now.

I exploited them by making them understand my reasons. I made them become the object of hate of the whole student body along with me.

My pride won't allow any more than this. On top of that, as Sagami-sensei must have realized… however embarrassing it may be, even standing is difficult right now.

It seems the tides have turned.

Standing on stage shamelessly and showing an embarrassing sight until an innocent child points out 'Why is the king naked?', would be too pathetic.

I want to keep being an idol after this. That's what I came to think during this DreamFes.

As such, I don't want to do something right now that equals throwing away my future, my hope.

We will concede the encore.

Do you mind, Wataru, Tori, Yuzuru…?

I'll make sure this is my last act of selfishness.

Yuzuru: I do not. If that is what the President-sama wishes, then I will simply obey.

Young master, this is fine, yes?

Tori: It-It isn't fine at all! Ehh? What are you saying, prez? In other words, that means, uhhh…?

Wataru: Amazing ☆ Congratulations, it's your… it's Trickstar's victory!

Subaru: Eh…?

Uhm-m? No way, why, how? Someone, explain!

Hokuto: It's just as you heard. There's no need for me to explain, we won. Though I also still feel like I'm dreaming and can't quite believe it…

If fine concedes the encore, Trickstar automatically wins. We, Trickstar has made that fine fall to their knees.

Mao: That's what it means. Aah, I'm feeling all fidgety! Are you serious, we really did it ☆

Subaru: … …

…Really?

Hokuto: Why would we lie, get a grip of yourself, Akehoshi. We made it happen, we finally made it to the top of Yumenosaki Academy!

This is the moment we dreamed of, rejoice!

Subaru: Ye-Yeah…? Really? Are you really okay with that, president?

Eichi: Yes. But of course, I'm also vexed.

If only we hadn't been exhausted by the likes of RYUSEITAI and UNDEAD, if only I had made sure to disband Trickstar properly…

If only I had been born into a healthy body…

Even though speaking of 'what if's' will only make me feel more regret.

If only transfer student-chan weren't here…

Just a single person's vote made the difference between victory and defeat. It decided where to draw the line of contrast between light and darkness. I think this could be the work of fate, no, it has to be a miracle.

I underestimated her and didn't take her into account, it's my own oversight. She mended your bonds that were so close to breaking off and led you this whole way.

And with this, she brought about your victory.

You had better be thankful to her. To that peculiar girl who is like a miracle itself, but is also just a commonplace person.

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[dizzyrobinsims]

ASTARION: VAMPIRE SPAWN PLAYLIST I did it. Finished editing this playlist and sending it for all y'all. This is mostly focusing on the survivor narrative, and the healing that happens if you take one path with Astarion, though it does dip into other paths with a touch of romance. See below for song titles and the lyrics I found hit hardest for him.

1: Flowers "Is anybody listening? / I open my mouth and nothing comes out / Nothing / Nothing gonna wake me now"

2: In The Woods Somewhere "When I awoke / The moon still hung / The night so black that the darkness hummed"

3: Devil's Resting Place "You just sold your life away to be with me tonight / Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine"

4: Monster "Time will hear their voices / I'm a glass child /I am Hannah's regret"

5: The Wolf "I'll leave with your head / oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire"

6: Ancient Names Part I "What the fortune teller said is / I'm alive for now but good as dead"

7: Ancient Names Part II "I scream and shout like this / Just to prove to the world that I still exist / I don't believe in life / And I won't believe in death 'til I die"

8: still.feel "(Oh) I am not a slave, can't be contained / So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave 'cause / I still feel alive"

9: The Drama "I'm bored, I'm broken / I'm self destroyin' / At least it's somethin' to do / Oh, the drama of it all / Oh, the drama of it all"

10: The Hand That Feeds "Will you bite the hand that feeds you? / Will you stay down on your knees?"

11: Master Hunter "I have some news / Wrestling the rope from darkness is no fucking life that I would choose"

12: Third Eye "You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living / You are flesh and blood / And you deserve to be loved, and you deserve what you are given"

13: Grace Kelly "Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more / Why don't you like me, why don't you like me?"

14: I Want To Love "I made a promise to deliver all the crimes / I don't belong to anybody else's lives / I will take your hunger, give you what you want / Pull you under, I will do you harm"

15: Eat Your Young "Get some / Pull up the ladder when the flood comes / Throw enough rope until the legs have swung / Seven new ways that you can eat your young"

16: Dynasty "I'm gonna take the throne this time / All the words all mine, all mine / It's been way too long, too far / Too gone, to carry on"

17: Dear Wormwood "I know who I am now / And all that you've made of me I know who you are now / And I name you my enemy"

18: Blank Maps "Kill the silence, I can't bear to speak / Head for the heart, does it break / Words may fall, the body remains / And every map is blank"

[sins-of-the-sea]

"So now that the hold is in need of repairs, are you fully rejoining us or just sticking yourself at the gun or orlop deck? Just so you know, I go through both a lot, so…."

Guy sighs. "It's fine. I'm more or less over what happened last winter. I just can't look at Phoebus and Ruixiong the same as I used to right now."

"Or me?"

"I already promised I'd keep your secret, Gio. Just because I know the truth over what you did in Guangzhou doesn't mean I want it to spread around the boat. All I do ask of you, though, is this:

"You'll let me know when you do your regular reports with the Master before you actually talk to him, right? Just… so I can have an idea if he's around?"

"I am... more than willing, Guy. Just know that he very easily picks up on things without me having to tell him. You being in on trying to go against him could put you in further danger. You may turn to salt for good--and it'll be forever goodbye."

"I'll take my chances. I sold my soul for my brother. I never regretted doing the deed, not then, not now, not ever. I will do it a thousand times again for him if I have to. And you and Rui are my sworn brothers. This willingness extends to you. For the rest of the Crew."

"……I wish I grew up with you as my real brother instead of the ones who threw me in the cellar for ten years."

"And I wish I had a brother who isn't ashamed of me no matter what I do. But swearing brotherhood is close enough, isn't it? We'll take what we can get, devil's curse and all.

"So what's for dinner? I think I'll be eating next to the galley ahead of time so I don't have to sit with everyone."

As Guy and Giovanni walk off to the galley to discuss what to prepare for tonight's dinner….

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Ebano curls up from a nearby hammock as he overheard the two men's conversation.

'Giovanni isn't wrong when he says I can pick up on things without him having to tell me anything…'

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

@cullen-blue23

🧟🛁🍜

It has been many years since Wen Ning last celebrated his birthday. In fact, he doesn't even remember when he actually celebrated it last -who could blame him, with the life he's had? And anyway, with him being technically dead, he isn't sure he even should be celebrating a birthday anymore at all.

But all that stuff doesn't seem to faze the juniors at all - because they've (with master Wei's and Hanguang-Jun's help) prepared him a very thoughtful gift this year: a spa day. Now, Wen Ning has no idea what a spa is, but he figures it's good, because even young master Jin said he has a personal one, and Jinlintai is known for luxury.

First, Wen Ning has received three sets of new, tailor-made robes. They're obviously very high quality and finely embroidered, with a note from young master Jin: "Please wear these so you don't have to look so ratty anymore. You're the Ghost General, you should look the part. Also, this is a thank you for saving me back there in Guanyin Temple. And in Yi City. P.S. I know you're sorry for what happened with my dad. We'll work through it. Happy Birthday!"

If he could still cry, he would have.

Next, A-Yuan - no, Sizhui - has gifted him three new pairs of shoes. "Jingyi and I couldn't decide, so we bought them all. We hope you like them!"

"They're super sturdy so you can still do your cool ghost general stuff wearing them! And we also got you socks!"

Ouyang Zizhen hands him a beautiful black box of hairpins and a handmade comb. "Hair is very important in one's appearance, Wen-gongzi. My mother's clan specializes in carving combs and hair pieces, and I hope you will wear them with pride."

The last gift is collaborative. A massive basket brimming with expensive soaps, bath oils, shampoo and perfume, each with little notes on what they're for and how to use them. Wen Ning can recognize Hanguang-Jun's calligraphy and finds himself touched by the gesture. He has been quite sure Hanguang-Jun did not like him very much, with the way he acted a while ago...

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji arrive last at Wen Ning's little party, with good reason. They've convinced the Lan elders to allow Wen Ning to live in the Cloud Recesses in a spare guest house, and they've been spending the last few days furnishing it.

"I'm going to get very emotional right now," Wei Ying says, taking a deep, shaky breath, "But you and Wen Qing and everyone that's sadly no longer around, you guys have been my home and my family when I had nothing. And I always regretted not being able to do more for you. But now I can and I hope I'll be able to offer you the home you deserve here, in a peaceful, clean place."

Wen Ning shakes with the emotion of everything that's happened and knows to do nothing but pull everyone in a tight ("too tight, Wen-gongzi, we're dying") hug - before he's being taken to visit his new home.

It's modest but nice, and that's more than Wen Ning could ever ask for. His mouth twitches when he notices his bathtub is the same sturdy kind that Wei Wuxian has custom ordered.

"You never know, A-Ning." he says, and winks. "Maybe you'll find someone to break bathtubs with as well!"

"Wei-gongzi!! The children!!"

"It's fine, everyone knows what happens with the bathtubs." Jingyi says, casually. "It's Cloud Recesses lore."

"We should let Wen Ning enjoy his new home and his gifts now." Hanguang-Jun elegantly speaks as he ushers the kids out, and wishes Wen Ning a quiet happy birthday before walking out.

In his little kitchen, Wen Ning finds a bowl of Master Wei's super spicy congee.

At least he doesn't have taste buds anymore.

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The Cloud Recesses comes alive with gossip the next day, rules be damned - everybody wants to know who the fine young master living in the eastern guest house is! He's so handsome and so polite, finely dressed and smelling of the most expensive perfumes, young ladies and young masters trip over themselves in his presence!

"As they should." Wei Wuxian comments and there is nobody to argue against it.

[bemylord]

ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

tag my cuties <3

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hii can i get a one shot of childhood bffs turned lovers with Uryu? one where theyre are a scorpio, and almost exactly a year younger…

((idk if im doing this right, im sorry! 😖🫣😅))

Uryu x Reader Headcanon - I'm in love with my bestfriend

It's fine darling, you don't have to include a zodiac, some people just like having their zodiacs included is all dear, so you did nothing wrong at all.

Thank you, for sending in your lovely little ask, I'll do my best to do as you requested, I hope it's to your liking.

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You and Uryu have been friends for as long as you could remember, and you can't remember a time when you weren't. You've both had your ups and downs, but you always came back together stronger. You both never actually never stopped being friends, and you confided with one another for some of everything, but this was different... and you didn't like it.

You began feeling different towards your friend, and it wasn't something you could just tell him. It made your heart flutter so hard it hurt. Every time you spoke to him, hear his voice, saw his name, feel his kindness, your face would get hot and you'd feel awkward around him.

You didn't like this feeling at all, you knew this feeling, and you hated it, you hated this. Tears would gather in your eyes, as you'd clench your shirt, you bit your bottom lip so hard, you thought it would bleed. You cursed the gods in heaven, everyone you cloud think of, whether they were a part of your religion or not, you cursed them all. For you didn't want this, not for your best friend, He's been with you through everything, he's been with you for everything. He was your rock and you'd hate to lose him.

All because you fell in love with him.

Eventually, you'll come to peace with it, and would learn to accept it was your new emotions, grew and they blossomed into the most beautiful flowers, you wished you could pluck them and place them in a pot, they felt so beautiful, that not even the best artists in history could serve them justice. Not even the gods themselves could compare. Aphrodite would be lost for words.

The more you feed into their roots, the stronger they became, and before you knew it, your entire heart was encased with their strong and powerful roots, the flowers would be seen blooming in your eyes every time you saw him, but you noticed, that your roots, they were more powerful then you thought. As they've also taken root within Uryu's heart as well, for you could see the same beautiful flowers in his eyes as well.

For the first time, you got to see what they looked like, and they brought tears to your eyes, he embraced you, knowing what you were feeling, for he was going through what you were going through but longer. For the flowers have long ago since bloomed within his eyes, you just never noticed them, because their beauty wasn't known to you.

Your hands intertwined, and your roots continued to grow together, they grew into one another, tying your bodies together, in a forever embrace. For you've fallen in love with your best friend, and you didn't regret it.

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