#((and let's face it; if we go by our canon for the mansion as a whole; these spooks have lived lifetimes of pain and sorrow))
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theheadlessgroom · 8 months ago
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@beatingheart-bride
"I wish you could've too," Randall lamented, as he embraced Emily for a kiss-having watched her read these letters, having seen his old handwriting (looking hardly different from the chicken scratch he called his penmanship these days), he felt an ache in his hands as they seemed to remember penning each and every one of them, as well as an ache in his heart, knowing how long she'd had to wait to read them.
That was never the case: It was supposed to be a surprise that night; after their walk, he was leading them back to Minnie's, he hadn't told her he had a surprise waiting for her back at the shop, but he was eager to return, and present them to her-a sort of early wedding gift, in a way; something they could maybe put into an album, to look back on their courtship fondly over the years to come...
As much as he didn't want to remember, he knew he had to confront that particular memory of the woman in white, coming down the sidewalk as they walked along. He vaguely recalled being taken aback by her being dressed all in white (like a bride, he realized), but wasn't going to think anything of it when she reached out and grabbed him, and he saw her fangs...
He suppressed his shudder to the best of his abilities, and tried to stay in the present as he parted from the kiss, saying, "I...I'm so glad you've finally gotten to read them now, though. I always wanted you to, even when I was too scared to tell you how I felt, even in a letter..."
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gojoswhitebabydolllashes · 3 months ago
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A multiversal wolverines mind and her declining sanity
Logan howlett x reader
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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS!!!!
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Warnings: major Canon divergence.
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Cassandra's lair was made of the armoured corpse of Antman. Not exactly the most subtle lair on earth.
We stood as six before God knows how many, I knew we shouldn't have come. Logan knew it too, and secretly, I bet everyone else did too.
"Your all soooooo brave for coming back here" Nova taunted.
Her stupid fucking face pouted in faux. Stupid fucking bald headed bitch with stupid eyes and stupid clothes. Pathetic.
"I'd say your all so brave for not running away quicker" I stated.
In that moment, Logan pulled out both sets of claws and I had summoned my hand blade.
"Because we're about to fuck you all u-"
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt something protruding from my face, something like fingers. A hand crawled around my skull, invading my facial muscles.
It felt like Charles all over again.
"Your poor thing"
My memories began to zoom around my mind. Logan. Xavier. Scarlet witch. Loki. The TVA. Logan.
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"Your not listening to me!"
I kicked and banged against the jail bars.
"LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU PATHETIC FUCK!"
They were going to find Logan. They were going to kill him.
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'Aw, I don't think that's what we're looking for now, is it?' Nova laughed darkly ', let's look again, shall we?"
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It was sunny today. Finally, the sun had shone. I held logans calloused hand as we watched our small dog, Felix, run around in the field. The grass was waving and emerald, the sun rays were golden and heavenly.
"You know Logan. If anything ever happens to you-"
"Ah," he put his finger on my mouth, silencing me instantly "nothing will ever happen to me"
Nothing will ever happen to me
Nothin
Nothi
Noth
Not
No
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Will ever happen to me.
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"AHHHHH!" I screamed as I impaled nova with my blade, holding her in the air forked through the stomach.
"You vile, vicious, pathetic little bitch!"
She could only laugh. Dark and vile.
The rest of her henchmen, or whatever the fuck she called them, gathered around us. I let novas body slide off my blade and thud on the ground.
"Youknowhowlongibeenwaitinfordis? Hooimboutamakanameformaselfere"
Again, I didn't know what the fuck gambit was saying. But oh was this gonna be fucking fun.
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For some reason, I barely remember if i had any memories of logans memory loss. I know I was there. But what I did during it was information. Not even a mind reader could get out of me.
I remember, while working at the TVA, I met Doctor Stephen Strange. He was looking for a missing girl he said could travel across the multiverse.
Of course, no one believed him, but I remember seeing his face. Grey streaked beard. Classy red cape and blue robes. The time stone in his amulet. Something in me watched his panic, and I understood how we felt. I got it. I got that fear.
So I told him where she was.
And still to this day, no one at the TVA knows.
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I was awake. That's all I knew. And I could move. I heard two different voices. I was lying on the grass, it was wet and cold but the air was warm.
One voice was that was of Wade.
Another of Logan
"Holy fuck balls she's awake!" Wade Gasped.
I sat up and got massive deja vu all over again. As I gained back my vision, I passed the blurriness, I first saw Logan and dare I say he looked mildly concerned.
"What the fuck happened?" I groaned loudly
"We were at bald Freaks lair and now we're in God knows where"
"Westchester," I said instantly.
I finally gained the strength to stand up and look around. "Were in fucking Westchester"
Wade looked around, while Logan looked at me and I looked at him.
"Why the fuck are we here?!" Wade threw his hands up in the air, acting defeated.
I turnt to Logan. "You alright?" He asked, not that he actually cared. "I'm fine" I replied "listen I think we've gone back into the past, in the time of the x mansion"
"Oh what the fuck?!" Logan grunted and punched the tree beside him, shattering it completely.
"So we're gonna find rolly polly here?" Wade put his hands on his hips.
Rolly polly obviously meant Charles.
"We just might yes"
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vigilskeep · 1 year ago
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why the kirkwall chantry is dedicated to hessarian, and why that gives us more than just a cooler name for it with a sexy accusatory nickname for anders in there somewhere: an illustrated guide!
(wait, wait, please remind me who hessarian even is, i hear you ask. hessarian was the tevinter archon who ordered andraste’s execution on the pyre. but struck with guilt at the last minute, he mercifully (i GUESS) killed andraste with a sword rather than let her suffer in the fire. he converted to andrastianism a decade later and took the rest of the imperium with him. he’s really popular in tevinter because, you know, he kind of improves their whole role in the story, and the chantry there likes to think he’s the most important disciple. you may recognise him from being one of the spirits in the urn of sacred ashes gauntlet, from the lore behind the blade of mercy gift for fenris, and the ‘blades of hessarian’ group on the storm coast in inquisition.)
okay, let’s first get the basics down: why do i think the kirkwall chantry is dedicated to hessarian? merrill, our glamorous tour guide to andrastian nonsense, is going to show us why
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here’s merrill examing the architecture of the kirkwall chantry. and it’s covered in this guy!
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how do we know this guy is hessarian? let’s compare it to some other, canonical andrastion depictions of the latecomer disciple. hessarian is typically depicted with some type of crown or headwear to demonstrate his status in tevinter, robes to denote him as a mage, a long beard probably also symbolic of tevinter culture at the time, and, of course, his blade of mercy. we can see all of these on the figure repeatedly shown in and outside the kirkwall chantry, as well as a certain similarity in the face to the other depictions.
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here’s another variant of how the kirkwall chantry depicts the blade of mercy! these are Everywhere, including right over the doors.
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and here’s more variants of the same figure inside. he’s carrying some kind of incense burner instead of a sword here, but it’s clearly the same face with the same crown and that classic hessarian beard. note his position of power flanking the enormous andraste figure.
so... why does that matter? isn’t it just a repeated asset?
no, it’s CRAZY actually. and here’s a couple reasons why!
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(fascinated by genitivi’s word choice of glitzy mansions, btw.)
firstly, the kirkwall chantry’s dedication to hessarian’s figure is one of the biggest markers that it, along with the gallows and the darkspawn, is a legacy of tevinter. as i said, he’s the favourite there. kirkwall was once emerius under tevinter’s rule, and from the moment we see the weeping twins that welcome you into the city, we’re supposed to remember that the city of chains has not changed all that much. just as emerius’ prisons now incarcerate mages, its industry is now powered by refugees, and the worst parts of its lowtown hold elves probably just as they once did, its magisters’ estates continue to hold the most powerful voices in the city: in this case, that of the chantry and grand cleric elthina. the hessarian statues that demonstrate the chantry’s wealth and power are inarguably either tevinter made or at least made in their style, with such similarity to the statues of slaves that terrorise the gallows courtyard. hightown is no more free of that inheritance than the circle.
secondly, the focus on hessarian can’t be an accident in dragon age 2, a game obsessed with the mercy kill. “without an end, there can be no peace,” says flemeth. somebody has to kill wesley rather than watch him turn into a ghoul. anders has to kill karl. hawke possibly has to kill their other sibling if they catch the taint in the deep roads. varric can kill bartrand when he goes insane. killing the serial killer of elven children rather than letting his madness continue is one of the most universally approved decisions in the game. in her last words, leandra thanks you for ending the mage keeping her alive with twisted necromancy, even if, and especially because, it means the end of her suffering in death. merrill has to kill a possessed keeper marethari. many more can be killed for being “too dangerous” to live, like the blood mage idunna. orsino is slain by hawke after transforming into a monster he would never have wanted to be. there’s probably a dozen more examples i can think of. and of course, in one of the most game-defining decisions hawke has to make, there’s the option to kill anders after the destruction of the kirkwall chantry. merciful is not the word i would use for that, but it has certainly been framed that way. i suppose that’s the same as what i think of hessarian’s actions, isn’t it? (we’re focusing on the andrastian relevance here and not the godawful treatment of mentally ill people in this game, btw, although. yikes.)
“don’t compare yourself to andraste,” says sebastian to anders. he could try telling the game that. hawke gets cast into a lot of roles, but when anders believes they will kill him, he’s casting himself as the martyred andraste, dying to burn rebellion into the face of thedas, and hawke as his hessarian, quick with the merciful blade. i suppose it’s fitting that the kirkwall chantry should be consecrated in the image of its champion. and that the chantry covered in that image gets destroyed moments before hawke makes their choice, if they decide to make a different one. it’s also worth mentioning that meredith is a mimic of andraste, too, with her stolen crown, making anders and meredith obvious combatants for andraste’s legacy in the game. hawke doesn’t get much command of the narrative, but maybe they can at least dodge being anders’ hessarian, if they choose.
idk i think it’s really fucking cool and we should talk about it more, basically! there’s a lot of other angles to take. hessarian is such a fun lore figure to explore. for example, i didn’t even get into the prominence of an andrastian mage figure here, or that the blade of mercy is the symbol of the templar order and was invoked even earlier, in dao, as the “blade of mercy” by traumatised mages who desperately sought to be purified by the templars’ judgement.
also, i think ‘the chantry of hessarian’s mercy’ sounds good. maybe ‘the chantry of our lady’s spilled blood’? that could be sexy. whatever. i’m workshopping it
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lokisprettygirl · 11 months ago
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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)
Read Chapter 12 // Series Masterlist
Chapter 13
Summary : You help Daemon with his insecurities. Truth comes out in the open.
Warning: 18+, smutty smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, masturbation, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied
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“Can I ask you a personal question?” You mumbled softly in his ear so he hummed in response.
You were currently lying down in his arms on his bed, feeling the warmth of his touch and the comfort of his embrace. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and the two of you had the mansion to yourselves since your parents were out of town again and your aunt Polly took the family to her mother's. He had a dark gray full sleeves t-shirt on with a matching pair of trousers and as soon as you saw him in the set you knew you wanted to snuggle into his arms and lay there for as long as he'd allow you to.
Daemon wasn't dating you, he was courting you and you wanted to take things slow but you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to entice him now and then, that's why you had a flimsy tank top on with a pair of shorts.
His fingers were tracing circular patterns on your bare shoulders while he used his other hand to do the same with your thigh..
“What made you want to let go finally? What was the breaking point in your marriage?” You asked him softly and he sighed, he was quiet for a moment as to figure out how he wanted to answer that heavy question.
To be honest there were several breaking points in his marriage, he should have gotten out of that relationship a long time ago, a decade ago but he continued to set himself up for failure.
“It was her wanting to keep our marriage open for other people..basically our bed ”
You looked at him a bit shocked and frankly disgusted by Stella's behavior as he said that, she spent years with him so she must have known what kind of man Daemon was. A man like him could have never allowed that to happen, he was too possessive of his girl, you knew that now very well.
“That negates the whole sanctity of marriage..she didn't deserve the countless chances you gave her" you caressed his chest with your fingers so he hummed again
"I could never ever share you with anyone, it would honestly destroy me”
He held you tighter as you said that, a smile appeared on his face as he felt your possessiveness towards him but then his insecurities kicked in for a moment.
“Mmmm really? I'm nothing special that you'd want to keep me all to yourself ”
You looked at him sharply as he said that before you got out of his arms and climbed on top of him.
“Do you want me to show you how special you are to me?” You asked him in a seductive manner as you pushed your hair behind your shoulders and his eyes flickered as he gazed at your strained nipples and your breasts threatening to spill out of your tank top but then he controlled himself. He won't fuck you until your parents had learned of this thing between you two, keeping them in dark was starting to make him feel extremely guilty.
He couldn't do this to your father, he knew it didn't make much sense but he still wanted to hold on until the truth was out in the open.
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, your sweet scent immediately engulfed him,
“Would you feel the same way when I'm older and unattractive and you'd have the attention of every other man out there?” He asked you softly and your eyes filled with several different emotions, in that moment not only did you want to adore him but you wanted to protect him as well, protect him from all the insecurities he had about himself.
“Why don't you get old with me and find out for yourself?” you smiled as you spoke but his eyes teared even more up so you immediately scooted closer to him and hugged him tightly, lips pressed soft kisses on his neck, he hardly ever showed his emotions like this so you knew he was always genuine with them.
Your birthday arrived a week later, and as usual, your father had arranged a celebration for you. However, this year, things were a bit more grand compared to previous years. He had thought of everything and made sure every detail was taken care of, from the food to the music, to the decorations. And unlike all those years when he had been too busy with work to be there with you, this year, he made sure he was right by your side, not caring about anything else. And you had the best present you could have gotten from him, he brought back Daemon into your life, you'd have traded everything for him.
The corner of the living room was filled with presents you had received. From expensive jewellery to imported perfumes, your father had gone all out. He even gifted you a brand new car, and those who attended the party also brought with them their own lavish gifts, making you feel like a queen.
However, Daemon couldn't' help but feel a pang of guilt because he didn't have anything nearly as valuable to give you for your birthday. He was still paying off alimony since he didn't file for infidelity claim and he was saving up for his own place, making it impossible for him to spend an extravagant amount on a present for you.
As Daemon watched you being doused in expensive gifts, he couldn't help but feel inferior with the simple necklace he had gotten made for you. He shoved it back into his pocket and tried to ignore the feeling of regret that crept over him. He didn't want to spoil the night for you by bringing up his own issues, so he just kept quiet and then while you were busy with other guests he quietly left for his room.
However, when you sneaked away from the party and came to his room, he knew he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. He had intended to give you the necklace, but now felt embarrassed by its simple nature in the face of all your other luxuries.
“It's your birthday sweetheart…go get drunk” he told you nonchalantly so you pushed past him and entered his room.
“Where's my gift?” You asked him as you stood in the middle of the room with your arms behind your back elegantly, you looked drop dead gorgeous tonight in the red dress and face full of makeup. All he could think about was wanting to ruin and smear that deep red lipstick all over your face or more like his face.
“I got nothing for you pixie…sorry” he looked away as he leaned against the door so you walked towards him and kissed him softly, your hands were still behind your back and when you finally brought them forward you had a small Rose in your hand which you tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket.
“I brought one for you since you love roses” his eyes teared up at the simplicity of the gesture and he immediately wrapped his arms around you to hug you. Hiding his face between the crook of your neck he held onto to you for a while before he pulled away from you, you didn't enjoy watching him sullen like this but you did cherish these moments of vulnerability that he chose to share with you especially because you knew he wasn't like that with anyone else.
“I do have a present for you babygirl” he muttered softly and it made you smile.
“I know”
“I just didn't think you'd like it”
“And that's stupid you know that right?”
He nodded as you said that,
“You're my favorite present, you came back and I have prayed for that to happen since you left, my prayers were finally answered this year. You can give me a bag of dust if that's all you can afford and I'd rub it all over myself as if it's an offering from God, because that's what it is, that's how much I value you”
As you finished speaking you watched the tears roll down his eyes and he cupped your cheeks to kiss you passionately. He hadn't gotten the chance to do so all day long so he really needed to douse you in his sweet sweet love that he felt for you but wasn't able to show most of the time.
“Close your eyes” you smiled and closed your eyes as per his request and then you felt a necklace wrapping around your neck, you didn't even have to look at it, you just knew you'd never want to take it off ever again.
Your fingers curled around his neck as you kissed him again, you didn't have much time, you knew you'd have to go back downstairs before somebody will come looking for you so you wanted to make the most of the time.
He turned you around and pressed you against the door, fingers worked your zipper down slowly as he pressed kisses on your bare back
“Uncle?” You moaned the forbidden name and he knew he wanted to please you right then, treat you to a good release for your birthday, the way you just melted in his arms made him believe that you had never been taken care of this way and he wanted to change that, he wanted to make you feel like a treasure, make you feel pleased and valued..
“Mmm baby what do you want?” his voice was a husky whisper in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine,
“Want to show you how I look in your present”
“I can see baby..you're the most beautiful girl I swear on my dead mother, you're so precious my love”
Your eyes teared up but there was also a sweet smile on your face as his words raced your heartbeat.
“Mmmm..want to show you how i look in just your present uncle, i want to wear just that”
He gasped as you said that and as he reeled in the look on your face he just wanted to oblige and give you everything you'd ever need, a sweet, caring loyal woman like you deserved every bit of affection in return.
He lowered the straps from your shoulders slowly until the dress fell down on the floor and you were left in a red glittering lingerie that matched the dress you had on.
He turned you around swiftly and grabbed you by the hips to pick you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing, your lips stayed on his as he laid you down on the bed, the dim lighting in his room made the atmosphere even more sensuous.
As you took your bra off slowly his eyes were stuck on your almost naked form and as you slid the panties down he could see the arousal dripping from between your legs.
“How do I look?” You asked him nervously, you had never been so bold in your life before, especially in bed but the way he cared for you made you feel confident enough about yourself.
“Gorgeous babygirl, so fucking beautiful” he licked his lips subconsciously as he looked at you from head to toe.
You knew he wasn't going to fuck you so soon but you were all prepared to show him what you wanted to give him when he'd finally give it to you.
He took the rose out from the pocket of his jacket and leaned right over you to caress your face with it gently, your chest was heaving up and down as your breathing fastened from his action. The contrast of him being fully clothed and you being all naked with just his necklace on you was tantalizing.
He dragged the flower from one nipple to another very slowly before he traced it over your stomach and he took his own sweet time before he reached your mound, the delicate petals of rose then swiped between your legs for barely a moment and it was drenched with your arousal.
He brought the flower closer to his mouth and then clasped the soaked petals between his teeth. You couldn't help but moan loudly just at the sight of him being so primal at the moment, all of a sudden he had your legs pushed apart and his mouth between your legs, he kissed and licked your freshly waxed and sensitive mound before he wrapped his lips around your dripping lips, tongue played with your clit tenderly before he sucked on the swollen nubs.
Your fingers curled around his hair and you couldn't help but pull on it as the sensation between your legs reached the pit of your stomach. Back arched as his tongue slid inside you and you couldn't stop yourself from crushing him between your thighs and gods he wanted you to suffocate him like this, he could have spent hours between your legs this way..
You have had dreams like this before and a part of you still felt hazy, all of this felt like a dream come true. A dream that you knew would end someday.
“Oh god…daemon”
His pace only intensified as you moaned his name so sweetly, his hands slid up to grab your bosom and he pinched the soft flesh between his palms.
As you managed to look down he had his eyes on you, he was watching every little movement of yours, drinking in every little gasp and moans that you emitted for him, as a whiny cry escaped your throat he knew he had you right at the brink of your release..
“Cum my sweet little girl, let go in my mouth, i know you want to let go for your uncle don't you?”
The vibrations you felt from his words and his constant stimulation was enough to push you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and body convulsed like a fish out of water as you rode your high and chanted his name over and over again.
The kink was mutual and it didn't feel perverted no more, he was slowly and definitely learning to accept that his feelings for you wasn't a sin, it was a blessing, at least for him it was. He had no hope or will to find love again, he didn't think he'd ever be ready for that but you had changed it for him so quickly.
He kissed up from between your legs, leaving a trail of your wetness on your skin and as he reached closer to your mouth you kissed him back filthily.
There was no going back now, you knew things would never go back to the way they used to be before you two walked down this path. He'd always think about how you crumbled beneath him whenever he goes to bed alone at night and you? Well you didn't think you'd ever get over the way he made you feel, not just in sexual ways but emotionally and spiritually.
As you breathing leveled and you came back to your senses you found him sucking on your nipples softly and the gesture was enough to turn you on again. As he realized that he pressed his head up to kiss you one more time before he made his way to the bathroom to clean his face and then he returned to do the same with you, however you weren't just done with him. He was standing at the edge of your bed so you sat up and cupped the bulge in your palm, his eyes squeezed as a wave of pleasure shot through his spine.
“Darling.. I'd cum like this, I'm an old man now” you smiled as he said that, his voice came out all breathy.
“Then cum uncle, it's my birthday, you can give me what I want”
“Ohh sweet girl..i..” words died mid sentence in his throat as you unbuttoned his pants and rubbed your hands over his briefs and as soon as you had placed your mouth on his clothed cock to leave wet kisses his fingers clutched into your hair and you knew he had let go like he had said he would.
And you didn't judge him for that, nothing could have made you feel more desirable than a man like him cumming in his pants just from your touch.
He had to make another trip to the bathroom and when he came back this time you were already dressed so he hugged you from behind.
“I can do better than that i promise”
“Mmmm I don't care, as long as I get to have you in my bed..i don't care how long it would take me to make you cum”
You turned around and kissed him softly, there was a sweet smile on his face, all those insecurities he had somehow felt so foolish right now.
“Happy birthday my sweet puppy”
You giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours and kissed you again and then again. And then one more time.
When you went downstairs again, Rhaenyra gave you a smirk and you knew that she knew, there was no hiding it from her either.
And you wished she was the only one to find out your secret so soon but she wasn't.
Daemon was in your dad's office a week later and you went to see him there to wish him goodnight, since your father wasn't there you leaned into him to give him a quick kiss but as you turned around your dad was standing right at the door with a look of anger, disappointment and betrayal plastered all over his face.
His fists were clenched at his sides, and he was taking deep, angry breaths as he stormed towards Daemon.
And Daemon knew right then that there was no point of return from here onwards, this day had to come sooner or later. So he didn't even flinch when your father’s fist connected with his face, he just took it and perhaps he deserved that, he would have felt the same if his old best friend was caught kissing his daughter.
“Dad..” your voice choked on your tears but your dad just glared at you, the way he looked at you in the moment was heartbreaking for you. You had never been a cause of anguish for him, you were always the good girl.
“You shut up, you stay out of this y/n” he said to you so you shook your head in response and you wanted to break the fight and calm his anger but Daemon gestured you to stay quiet.
“And you..you bastard, this is what you came for isn't it? A petty revenge, after all these years you lied to me that you had forgiven me but this was your plan all along wasn't it? Using my daughter for a payback, I never thought you'd stoop so low” Your dad grabbed Daemon by the collar and punched him again but Daemon didn't say a word, he just took it as if he deserved it so that's when you intervened because you had to. You had to stick up for him even though he didn't want you to do that.
“Dad ..stop…please..it's not his fault” you pleaded with him as you stood in front of daemon but your father was so enraged that he didn't even care at the moment, he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you aside forcefully which made you trip and fall and that's when Daemon stepped out of the self loathing and pushed your father against the desk to calm him down and take control of him.
“Enough mate..i know you're cross but you're not going to hurt her” his voice was firm but still respectful, he didn't blame your father for being so erratic, any loving father would have reacted the same way.
“She's my daughter..i have loved her more than anything, you don't get to teach me how to respect my daughter when you have been fooling around with her ..you should be ashamed of yourself” as your father took another swing at him Daemon grabbed his hand, by this time your mom had joined the commotion too and she was standing at the door shell shocked, this felt like a deja vu to her, the last time they argued like this was a decade ago..
“I'm not fooling around with her, i love her…I love your daughter”
Daemon said fiercely, his voice had plenty of emotions and you didn't know how to react, you just stared between him and your dad, his confession had warmed your heart but the situation you were in was making you so anxious you didn't know what to do. You had disappointed your parents, that's all you knew.
“Love? Oh you love her now do you? You don't love her Daemon..if you loved her you wouldn't be putting your hands on her like this..good lord I'm disgusted by your perversion, you're no different than your wife”
Daemon stayed quiet as your father accused him like that, he didn't want to blow this argument out of proportion because he was afraid your father would say things he shouldn't say in front of you or your mother for that matter but it was too late now, things were about to take a turn for the worse.
“I invited you into my home again, and made you a part of my family”
"Calm down--" Daemon tried to intervene but your father didn't even listen to him
"Now I know that you came here just so you could take revenge for that one fucking mistake I had made by fucking your whore of a wife”
Your eyes widened in shock as you heard your dad's words but you didn't even have time to process what he had said because your mum heard him as well and the truth was so heartbreaking for her that she had collapsed right away.
In the fit of his anger your father had revealed the secret he had been hiding for years. You rushed to your mother's side and so did Daemon but your father stood there in his spot, not moving, not saying anything.
And you wished this awful truth was the end of it all but it wasn't, what you were about to discover next was going to change your whole life and a part of you knew you'd have to lose Daemon again.
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cryingatships · 8 months ago
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Thinking about Kenta slowly settling into the X-Hunter family over the course of weeks and months, partly cause it's a foster home Tony's adopted kids, and partly because he's Kim's boyfriend.
Kenta visits Kim after a group practise just a few weeks after the events of canon and stands stiff next to the doors of the garage, not daring to step inside.
No one notices him (cause we all know how lax X-Hunter's security is lmfao) till the practise is finished and Kim is coming into the garage with the rest of the team to look at their performance reviews, and he notices Kenta standing all awkward and small and tiny.
He waves at Kenta, and it catches Alan's attention and of course he has to invite Kenta in (the man has a knack for picking up 'kids' at a moment's notice).
North tries to protest a little because hello this man literally tried to kill a few of us and sabotage our team in the worst possible way??? But Alan (and Kim's) glare shuts him up, and Kenta is invited inside graciously by Alan.
Kim perks up in his presence, but the rest of the people are still a little tense, especially Babe, Sonic, and Way (he's alive cause I said so. And he and Kenta has history, and not the good or the spice kind so!). They are not the most pleased, remembering the past, taking Kenta's actions as fatally dangerous but nothing personal, remembering how the circumstances made by Tony, and how Kenta went through weeks of therapy, and will be going to years more of it, all narrated by Kim during practise-breaks and team-meetings after he officially joined the team.
Jeff greets him with a smile, and Charlie nods in acknowledgement, having heard of Kenta from Jeff for years, though without any face to put the name onto before.
But they resume talking numbers and times with Alan and the technical team, and soon no one is paying any attention to Kenta as he shuffles himself into one of the couches in the corner, stooping down and trying to make himself look as small as he feels.
He hears words, but does not register anything, thinking about the warm smile of Alan, the man who's entire team he tried to destroy, the same team he has poured his life and savings into, according to Kim. He thinks about Way, who has faced Tony for years too, just like Kenta himself, but has betrayed Tony in the end and sided with people who care for him, who loves him, who surrounds him now and would surround him forever. And he thinks about the eyes of Babe, who, like him, has gone through it all with Tony, who pulled himself out, even if it's right at the end. Babe never bent himself back to Tony's will, never put a gun on anyone's head and killed them just because Tony asked him to, never did all the terrible things Kenta has done, even when everything went against him, even when Kenta tried to destroy his career and imprison him in Tony's mansion again. Even when he was at his lowest, he was still strong enough to stand in front of Tony and spit in his name. He thinks of Jeff, who smiled at him, who had run away too, and about Charlie, who almost died thanks to Kenta playing villain for Tony and yet stood up and challenged Tony anyway.
They have suffered so much over the years, as much as Kenta has gone through in Tony's hand, yet they have run away, made their lives in the world outside without fear, have stood in front of Tony and looked at his face and not flinched.
And now they have looked at Kenta, and have let him in, let him stay, even though Kenta does not deserve it in the least bit. Even though he has pulled dirty tricks, tried to kill them again and again. Yet they nod at him, and smile at him, and let Alan and Kim invite him in, even when he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve forgiveness, doesn't deserve love, doesn't deserve Kim's love and Jeff's smile and Alan's kindness, even when he's a traitor, even when he's dirtier and lower than anything else, even when-
"Hey, you ok?"
A hand rests on his back, warm against the fabric of his shirt. The familiar scent of coffee, lemon, mixed with engine exhaust and gasoline tickle his nose. It's a strange combination, potent and slightly stinging, but it feels like warmth, cuddles, and home, even when Kenta does not know what a home is.
Kim sits down next to him and pulls Kenta's face on his shoulder.
"You ok? Are the smells here too much? Wanna leave?"
Kim's voice is an anchor against the rough waves of guilt, shame, anger, regret. He's warm and real by Kenta's side, and his hand is soft and forgiving as it moves through Kenta's hair—now longer and falling on his shoulders after Kim telling him how hot it looks for days. He, at least, doesn't seem to hate Kenta in the garage, since he invited Kenta and all.
"Don't you have more to talk about cars?"
"Not really. Alan let me go today. Saw you shaking alone in a corner and all... thought I should ease you in your first visit here."
"Will that be ok? I'm being a bother here, aren't I? I'll leave-"
But Kim doesn't let him go. A wraps an arm tight around Kenta and holds him to his side. The hands on Kenta's hair become gentler, and Kim's calming pheromones slowly spread between them.
"Nah, it's all good. We weren't talking anything that imp. Plus, Alan's worried about you, y'know?"
Kenta can't fathom why Alan would ever be worried about him. Being concerned for Kim is understandable, Kim's a racer and a good one at that, he's an important new addition to the team. Forgiving Kenta and letting him come in the garage for the sake of keeping Kim satisfied was also understandable, even downright kind, but...
"Why?" Kenta has to ask. "I... did them a lot of wrong."
"You can ask Alan later, if you want." Kim shrugs. "He's like that, I guess. He picked me up too, in case you didn't notice." There's a smile in his voice. He seems comfortable, far more than Kenta had thought was possible in a team that used to be his competitors till a few weeks ago. He seems... at home.
Kenta's glad he has found his home.
"..."
He doesn't say something for a while. Talking to Alan personally, asking him something like that? Kenta can't even imagine it. Tony would never allow someone to walk away without a punishment after trying to harm him in the littlest bit. And Kenta has done so, so much more to Alan and his team.
"Is this making you uncomfortable?" Kim asks after a minute of silence. "I swear Alan likes you, and the guys have all forgiven you too. Mostly, anyway. North's always a bit impulsive, but he's coming around too, so don't feel bad."
Kenta feels bad. He feels so bad. Worse now that he knows he's received so much forgiveness, and all of it undeserved too. Why would someone even do that, forgive people who brought them harm?
Kim notices his silence. And perhaps he takes it for discomfort, for he asks if Kenta is tired, if he wants to go home.
Home. Is that what he and Kim are making together?
He does want to leave, get away from the inquiring, sometimes concerned eyes. Get away from the forgiveness that burns shame and guilt into his skin.
He wants to go home, bury himself in the piles of blankets on his and Kim's bed, breathe in lungfuls of his scent and drown in his kisses. But...
"Didn't you say you had to go for a team dinner after practise?"
"Right! About that... Alan's actually asked me to tell you to join us, if you'd like to. But if you want to go home now, then we can leave, let me just tell them goodbye."
And Kenta really, really does to go home. But he also wants to stay. He doesn't want Kim to miss a dinner with his still-new team, not when he wants to stay with the X-Hunters for many seasons still.
And... he wants to stay, too. Check if Alan's really ok with him going, if the rest of the team will still be civil in closer proximity.
He wants to see how far kindness and forgiveness can go.
It will be uncomfortable. Enduring prying gazes for a few more hours, and maybe even awkward small talks as they try to shift around and bend the established pack dynamics to let Kenta, coward, traitor Kenta, come into their circle even if it's only for one dinner.
And then again, Kenta may just fuck it all up with ill timed words, or perhaps someone from the team, maybe North, or Way or Babe or Charlie or Sonic, or perhaps even Alan, kind as he is, realizes they've had enough of tolerating a weak, pathetic excuse of a person in their table.
But he wants to be brave, even if it's years late.
Kim deserves a pack. Kim loves him, and Kenta loves him just as much. He's not going to take it all away form Kim just because he's afraid, just because of 'what ifs'.
"No, I'll go for dinner with you. Tell Alan that, please, if they'll still have me."
Kim presses a kiss on his forehead, takes a long inhale of Kenta's scent, and gets up.
"Be right back, then!"
Kenta watches him walk towards the small circle of people gathered around the screens with blinking numbers of red.
He doesn't know what will happen, but he wants to try. He wants to brave. He wants a home. For Kim. And for himself.
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theyanderespecialist · 1 month ago
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Brothers (Scenario) Platonic Yanderes Sanemi&Genya X Younger Sister (All adults)
[Hello, this is a Request from Tumblr, and right off They are ALL Adults and the Reader is a lesbian in this! Her Brothers are platonic yanderes which they are NOT Romantic! So let's do this! 
(Reminder To me: TRY AND REMEMBER TO TAG THE PERSON WHEN YOU POST IT ON TUMBLR)  @eyeofthetiger501
(Disclaimer: This is Platonic and not romantic at all! Sanemi and Genya are Platonic yandere in this! THERE IS NO SWEET HOME ALABAMA!!!) 
Disclaimer: Aoi is straight in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! 
Disclaimer: All the characters are aged up to adult Genya is 20, Sanemi is 25, and Reader just turned 18! 
Disclaimer: Genya and Sanemi are Not Yandere In canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters or wanting them to be platonic for you! Is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 
(Genya Shinazugawa and Sanemi Shinazugawa) (Overprotective Brothers) 
(No One's POV) 
Aoi and (Name) have been dating for a few months now. Aoi had taken care of her, and (Name) ended up working in the Butterfly Mansion with her. It made both of her overprotective brothers glad that their little precious sister was now safe and sound. (Name) and Aoi were talking about when they should talk about their relationship it is the late 1910s so it is not as acceptable. For them to be together. (Name) promised no matter what she would always love Aoi and Aoi agreed the same to her (Name). 
They were sitting down in (Name's) room and Aoi was spooning (Name) from behind. They did enjoy this time together. (Name) was unaware that her brothers were coming to visit her! 
"(Name)!" Genya's voice calls as he opens the door and both he and Sanemi freeze, seeing their sister partially undressed with Aoi!  "Genya! Sanemi!" She cries out and throws the blanket over herself her girlfriend. "Get Out!" 
They quickly left and closed the door. (Name) hides her face in the blanket and Aoi reassures her that it is going to be fine. What they did not know both brothers were pissed off that Aoi was corrupting their sweet little sister! She does not need love! She just needs her brothers! 
Aoi leaves and the brothers both glare at her. (Name) then waits for her brothers to come in. She took a deep breath she had to tell her brothers how she was dating Aoi. 
"What was that?" Sanemi asks seriously. He needed to know what that was! 
"I was laying in bed, with my girlfriend." (Name) admits. "Me and Aoi have been seeing each other." She tells them the honest truth. 
They looked at each other as if silently agreeing on something. "Alright." Genya and Sanemi say together. "Just be safe."  (Name) felt an uneasy feeling in her gut, she felt something was not right. 
And it was not right. Sanemi breaks into Aoi's room with his brother Genya to confront Aoi. 
"What the hell are you doing he-" Aoi did not get to finish as Sanemi backhanded her.  "Shut up!" He snaps at her and she is on the floor shaking.  "You think you can steal our little sister! That you can taint her!" Sanemi shouts. "Who do you think you are? Trying to take OUR Family away from us!?" 
Aoi was shaking in fear. Genya spoke up.  "You did not know that (Name) is ours, so we won't kill you, yet!" He says. "But if you do not break up her tonight, we will kill you and feed your corpse to demons!"  Aoi was so scared she could not move.  "You have three hours," Sanemi says and the two of them left. 
Aoi was crying for almost two hours. She loved (NAme) but she did not want to die! She made her choice and got up. Drying her face. She had to break up with (Name). She feels awful about it, but she has to protect herself!  She made it to (Name's) room, she knocked on the door holding back her tears. "(Name)?" She calls and (Name) opens up the door.  "Aoi it i-" She starts but Aoi cuts her off.  "I have to break up with you, I am sorry, it is not you! It is me, I-I don't love you." Aoi then turned on her heel and left tears running down her face. 
(Name) stared at Aoi then tears began to rush down her face and she sobbed in the entryway to her room. 
Sanemi and Genya were watching in the shadows. They knew (Name) was no longer with Aoi, and they will keep it like this! Their sister did NOT need anyone but her brothers! She does not need love or romance! All she needed was Genya and Sanemi, HER Family! 
The grin and knew that if Aoi tried anything they would kill her! 
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my supper sexy muffins!] 
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abybweisse · 9 months ago
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Hello there, I find your theory about John Brown is a supernatural being in disguise is interesting me, because I don't believe that Undertaker will be the final antagonist but will face to face with Sebastian and Our!Ciel since his main goal is to restore the Phantomhive family and we still don't know who killed Rachel and Vincent, kidnapped the twins and burned their mansion. Also, in Season 1, John Brown was replaced with Ash/Angela who was a fallen angel and the one who cause the Phantomhve family's demise. If John Brown was indeed a supernatural being and was involved with the Phantonhive's death, I imagined him being a dangerous third party like how Ash/Angela became a very dangerous villain that made both demons which is Sebastian and reapers to join forces to stop the fallen angel. I don't know if the whole "snuff out the unclean, snuff out the unnecessary and snuff out the unwanted" will became canon, but let's just wait for another plot twist in thr climax.
Speaking of season 1, in the episode "His butler: Engaging the Servants", Finnian said that birds were his only friends, and since we probably get closer to Finny's past in the manga, could it be birds symbolizes his desire for freedom? Because I always heard this simile, " As free as a bird." What do you think of this?
Also, in the last episode of season 1, Sebastian said that his true form is unsighty, disgusting and repulsive. I personally think that he wasn't wrong that his true form is quite horrible for human eyes to see, i mean, having an eldritch like body with hundred of eyes is far from the word beautiful. Not to mention that Ash/Angela's reaction and how they were terrified implies that Sebastian can easily shred them in pieces which he actually did to that mad fallen angel (and also the cultist that killed R!Ciel in the manga)
(I'm completely aware that I often compared season 1 of the anime with the manga because some of them were nearly the same. Idk about season 2)
⚠️ long post ⚠️ and re-edited ❗️ ⚠️
Hello! Thanks for the asks!
John Brown as the biggest bad
I often compare John Brown (and Ash/Angela) to a Mother game character called Giygas, who is an extraterrestrial from a very distant world. In Mother, Giygas crash-lands on Earth and is cared for by George and Mary/Maria. I'm a little confused about the details, but they apparently go with Giygas to its home planet, where Mary/Maria stays. George steals technology from the alien race and returns to Earth, where he conducts more studies. George also somehow manages to pass alien abilities to his descendants. Fearing this technology will be used by Earthlings to destroy that alien race, Giygas is sent back to Earth to stop him. But by the time Giygas gets to Earth again, George has already died, and Giygas has gone kind of insane. Giygas decides to take revenge against humanity, particularly George's descendants, like Ninten. By the time you get to Mother 2 (EarthBound), Giygas is using all sorts of methods to control people, including this kid called Pokey Minch. Ness and his pals defeat Pokey and Giygas, but Pokey escapes, while Giygas is sort of... obliterated? In Mother 3, Pokey returns as King Porky. Though Giygas isn't seen anymore, some essence of evil left behind by Giygas still seems to influence King Porky. With help, Lucas manages to defeat King Porky (without killing him). Then Lucas still has to have a final showdown with his dead and reanimated older mirror twin brother, Claus.
George is one of the parallels to Undertaker, here, assuming he's Cedric, the paternal grandfather of the mirror twin brothers (real Ciel and our earl). Taking and researching technology from another race of creatures, passing abilities/traits onto his descendants. Does the technology come directly from reapers? I don't quite think so, at least not entirely. They keep mentioning their "superiors", and I suspect those are something truly superior to reapers, not simply reapers with higher authority. Angels, perhaps. That's what Ash/Angela is in s1, though apparently a fallen one. And both characters (John and Ash/Angela) have whips....
Perhaps the John Brown we have seen in the manga is one of these superiors? Possibly an angel of sorts.
An angel who has been sent to clean up this mess with Undertaker. I can imagine the superiors trying (at first) to take care of it themselves, not wanting the reapers to know whatever Undertaker has learned. But that's failed, and now active reapers are being pulled in to help.
And, in the process, John has made a contract with Queen Victoria, much like a demon might? The way he uses that puppet of Prince Albert suggests he's controlling the queen, and it might be a lot like the offer Sebastian originally offered to our earl (to make him believe his twin had returned). This makes Victoria the main parallel to King Porky. (I believe there's another one who specifically parallels Pokey Minch, before he returns as the self-proclaimed king.)
Perhaps John, like Ash/Angela, has a completely different side to him that we haven't seen just yet? Something polar opposite of what we've seen, so far. Something intense and crazed, much like Ash/Angela is. Much like Giygas becomes.
I seriously think that our earl (with help) must defeat John Brown as the "big bad", even more so than the queen, though she's probably the one who actually orders the attack, etc.
If the Mother game series parallels are close enough, John's (or the reaper superiors') main concern might be that Undertaker could make their roles obsolete. And that's kind of what Othello and Grelle discuss in ch149. And they haven't even discussed the possibility that this deserting reaper has been passing on reaper traits to human descendants. But they are already worried he might change the nature of life itself, making souls unnecessary. Making reapers unnecessary. It could destroy the entire system of the Afterlife. Much like Giygas' species fears humans stealing and using their own technology against them.
Finny and birds
Isn't there a scene in the manga that has Finny accidentally kill the first bird he tries to care for... or was that also just anime Finny? 🤔 Anyway, he definitely says he likes the outdoors and wide open spaces because of his previous confinement. It would make sense if he's also fond of anything else that symbolizes freedom, like the flight of birds. Makes it more poignant that there's so much caged bird imagery in his current situation at the orphanage... as well as the wren and myths/folklore associated with it.
Sebastian's demonic form
I quickly started to associate Sebastian with two characters in Mother 3: Boney, the loyal family dog who helps Lucas... and the Dark Dragon, the beast that follows your will... if you wake it up and give it your "heart". Lucas is the one to wake the Dark Dragon after his older mirror twin is "sacrificed".
We've actually seen glimpses of a form this demon can take, besides all the mouths and eyes, and besides the various animals (and furniture) it can conjure from itself. We see it reflected in a mirror on the cover art for ch88.
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We also see it in a couple panels in ch137. The image on the left is not as well defined, and it might be as the demon is changing forms. The head of the one on the right looks particularly similar to the reflection on ch88's cover.
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The Dark Dragon is a powerful creature that can be used for good or bad, depending on who wakes it back up. Lucas has a good heart, so the Dark Dragon does everything in its power to set things right again, after much upheaval. It cannot return the dead to life, just like Sebastian.
So... the Dark Dragon never goes up against Giygas... or even against King Porky. The biggest bads are defeated before Lucas even wakes the Dark Dragon. Giygas is defeated by prayer (of all things) in Mother 2. King Porky is captured inside an Absolute Safe Capsule, invented by Dr. Andonuts.
In Black Butler, we could see a break in that parallel, simply because our earl relies so heavily on Sebastian (and because Sebastian is already awake/under contract). However, we could also end up with our earl and Sebastian witnesses to John Brown and Queen Victoria being defeated by others who have been helping them.
One of Undertaker's other parallels in the Mother game series is Dr. Andonuts... but he's not the only Kuroshitsuji character to parallel the inventor: so is Sieglinde Sullivan. Dr. Andonuts is forced to work for King Porky, and his Fascinating Chimera technology is used/abused by King Porky's Pigmask Army, but he eventually manages to get revenge by keeping Porky alive but unable to cause anymore harm. We know Undertaker doesn't like the queen, so if he finds out she wants his Bizarre Dolls as "allies", he might confront her and John. Then we have Sieglinde, who is brought to England and introduced to the queen. Soon after, we find out the queen is sponsoring Sieglinde's new (mostly secret) projects... in a house and laboratory also provided by the queen. When Sieglinde figures out the queen is using her, much like her mother used her, she might also rise up against Victoria.
If we keep really close to the game, our earl and Sebastian (as Boney instead of the Dark Dragon role) might finally confront Queen Victoria and John Brown (and Double Charles?) just to watch as they are somehow defeated by Undertaker and/or Sieglinde. Extra points if it's Sieglinde using some contraption she invented while working for the queen.
Wouldn't it be wild if Sebastian isn't (directly) the one to defeat his master's main enemies... and then he has to apologize for failing the terms of the contract? Or maybe he covers his demon ass by helping in some roundabout way, so he can still claim the victory for his master? Either way, it could really decrease the sweetness of that revenge.
Sebastian might not even need the ability to shred John Brown. We shall see....
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And I'm completely aware I often compare Black Butler to the Mother game series. 😆 S1 of the anime has some interesting AU parallels. For all of its off-the-rails qualities -- surprisingly -- so does s2. Heck, that joke OVA about making the anime even has a scene that parodies part of Dr. Andonuts' lab under King Porky's control.
Sorry for the long delay in responding. I hope you like the reply!
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ripplestitchskein · 8 months ago
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The Story Foundations
Episode 2: LooLoo Land
Please see the master post for this series here. As always I try to only view this through what is shown in the canon content of the show, I don’t take into account outside media like the Sinstagram posts or things stated outside the text by the creators unless they are incredibly important as I feel the text should have everything the audience needs.
Let us begin.
The first thing I wanna talk about is the episode’s warning. Which sounds strange until you realize it warns for “sad horny demons”. A huge criticism I see, and that people often complain about, is Stolas “turning into” a sad owl boy and I talk about it a lot in my metas because the text tells us the opposite constantly. I just thought it was hilarious that the opening warning on the 2nd episode ever actually warns the audience about this outright. I also love that it’s plural, because Blitzø is also a sad horny demon. Honestly most of them are.
Anyway, to the episode:
The first shot is an establishing shot on Stolas’s huge mansion, specifically the balcony. I’m going to spend a few minutes here because I think the contrast between the Pilot (which is firmly non-canon but will come up a few times here to illustrate some key points).
The colors in the original Pilot for Stolas are desaturated, his royal iconography is his actual face coming out of a book and wearing a crown. There are other little marks in the stone that look like the book with fire coming out of it, and little crowns. The building is gray and a dull reddish pink and looks very blocky and severe. The balcony is the central focus of the establishing shot because Blitzø will exit it later but it’s very small.
In the actual canon our first time seeing the palace is just as grand but the building is more reflective of the “new” Stolas. I can’t think of a better visual representation of a character undergoing development changes in the pre-production phase of the creative process. It really shows how much the direction with Stolas changed as they began the real fleshing out process with him. The new palace is beautifully saturated, constellations on the walls, phases of the moon and plant vines in gold replace the previous iconography. The doors are a sun and moon. And the balcony is huge and centrally focused. I love that instead of the front of the palace or an overhead shot to show its grandeur we come in again at the balcony which is so pivotal throughout the series.
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We have a voice over of a scared child calling for “Mommy, Daddy”. Initially I read this as her calling for whoever but rewatching and with more context from the episode and show overall I kind of read it now, after hearing what her nightmare was about, as Mommy, Daddy! She’s calling for her mother because something has happened to her father. The only reason I mention it is because of the episode being focused on the Father/Daughter relationship, the fact that Stella says “You do it” when Stolas wakes her saying Via is calling, and that a source of Octavia’s anxiety is her father leaving and being unable to find him (I have A LOT of theories about this as foreshadowing, especially with Stella dismissing her daughter and not being a source of comfort in the past or present, but that’s another post for another time).
This is one of those things where I war with knowing as a writer that you will absolutely make deliberate decisions like this with otherwise mundane dialogue, but also that sometimes you write things without further intent because that’s just a normal thing people say. Kids wake up yelling for their caregivers. But there is also a very real thing in productions like this where every line and every visual counts and is poured over and deliberate. Not only because you are paying people to perform and animate it, so you can’t waste it, but also because it’s such a short format, a lot has to happen in 13-30 minutes and you don’t want to waste a second . However, in this show, sometimes the dialogue is for the joke, because the VA improvised something funny, or for the shock value, so I don’t know how deep I should get, or how much emphasis to put on some things. I do my best.
So I’m not sure if it’s actually speaking to anything deeper, I might be putting more on this than needs to be said, but that’s who I am as a person.
Anyway, Octavia is having a bad dream. The visuals of her room are really telling. Her artwork is stars and moons and drawings of her and her father. The portrait is her and her father. Her nightmare is not about her losing her parents, but her father specifically. Most of this is to setup the episode conflict for Via about losing him and the overall stress of a divorce on a child, but some of it is also to show the disparity between her relationship with each of her parents. It is Stolas who gets up to console her, it is Stolas who features in the decor of her childhood bedroom, it is Stolas who reaches out to spend time with her later.
The grimoire follows Stolas into the room, and we get a new glimpse into his abilities, both the telekinesis and the portal.
Stolas begins singing, the song really sets up his main character drivers, he used to think he was bold, he used to think love would be fun, he feels his stories have already been told except for Via’s. He tells us he is dissatisfied with his life except for Via from very early on. This really gives us a quick brush of what underlies Stolas’s issues in the series and it’s a beautiful song. Baby Octavia being comforted and sleeping even through this grand collapse of a celestial body happening around her, because she is safe with her father is just great visually.
Octavia falls asleep peacefully and the scene abruptly changes to the present day and the contrast between then and now. Her room is devoid of any indications of her father now. There are no pictures or drawings on the wall.
She is awakened from sleep by the sound of her parent’s fighting, of Stella throwing things and yelling about Stolas fucking an imp.
Stella’s issue doesn’t seem to be that Stolas slept with someone else, but that who he slept with is an imp. Stolas says it happened so fast he didn’t have time to get a hotel and Stella is more concerned that getting a hotel is plebeian and lower class. This really shows us the state of their relationship, these aren’t people who were in a committed marriage where the adultery was the issue on either side. Stella isn’t mad he cheated, she’s mad about who he cheated with, and Stolas doesn’t feel guilty he cheated, just that he didn’t have time to do it more discreetly.
Octavia puts on a very apt song about her world burning down around her. Stella is throwing plants and servants.
“Do you want to fuck this one too?”
“No of course not.”
“You are a fucking embarrassment.”
This dialogue tells reinforces two things, that the issue is not the actual cheating for Stella but the social class of who he cheated with. For Stolas it’s not an imp fetish, or fucking someone of a lower station, but a very specific person.
There is a portrait in the room of a happier Stolas and Stella with Octavia with the LooLoo Land apple. Stella has her arms crossed and she’s slightly apart but her face is indulgent and slightly smiling. Stolas is focused entirely on Octavia and smiling hugely. A little sign that they both tried to make the best of things, especially for Octavia. Their home was at one point a happier one. At least visually, I talk a lot about how images are important to Stolas, this one is no exception, we see a relatively happy family but the underlying truth is that it wasn’t, Stolas sang about his unhappiness as early as Via’s childhood and we see the truth in the show’s reality.
Stella exits, screaming and destroying more things. Stolas meanwhile does what Stolas does and acts bright and cheery, greeting his daughter exuberantly like nothing is wrong. She mentions she’s listening to a song My World is Burning Down Around Me by Fuck You Dad, which we could jokingly think of as “theme stared”.
She’s asks if they are done screaming for the day, followed by Stella screaming and Stolas ignoring the question entirely and suggesting they go to LooLoo Land. Octavia is not thrilled with the idea, saying she is not five anymore, a time when she was happier and her family wasn’t falling apart.
Stolas says he’s arranging for security and he is very pumped up by his recent dalliance, exuding a different sort of confidence about people wanting them for their money and their bodies.
We get Stolas saying “the only man who can fuck me” and Octavia being rightfully weirded out. This line tells us he’s not actually calling because he needs a service, he wants to spend time with Blitzø.
Cut to Blitzø in his office being fucking bizarre with the Millie and Moxxie dolls and shoving them in his pants.
On his desk, and the focus of most of the shot, is a picture that says #1 Bitch with it written out and replaced with Boss but he appears to be wearing a robe very similar to Stolas’s (it does not appear to be the exact same one though) with a black rose in his mouth and on the picture is a paper crown that Blitzo dons with a little musical noise as he talks to the Goetia. The camera focuses on this picture for a long time and during the course of their conversation Blitzø moves the picture around to face him and dons the crown. I lost my mind a little noticing this detail. The picture was facing away while he was being weird with the dolls but when Stolas calls he puts them away, moves it to face him and puts on the crown that is a major motif for Stolas. Super interesting visual.
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Stolas calls him his big dicked Imp and we have the cut away shots switching between Blitzø and Octavia saying What the Fuck and spit taking while Stolas tells them to watch their language which is hilarious…ya know considering. They have a rather disturbing conversation about Stolas planting his feathered ass but ultimately agree that Stolas will pay them money to protect them at the park. This is the first time we get the hint that Blitzø and Octavia think along similar lines, or mirror each other. The other comes later with Fizzarolli when they say “I hate that fucking clown”. I like that the two most important people in Stolas’s life are on the same wavelength so deliberately and so early in the show. It’s a very intentional choice.
It is also a progression point. Here Blitzø only agrees to do this for money. In Western Energy that isn’t even discussed even though the same service is provided.
A few other key things here, Octavia doesn’t seem to feel a body guard is necessary for a theme park. She seems to find the entire idea of needing a body guard to be foreign. It’s presented for what it is, as an excuse for Stolas to spend time with Blitzø. Yet at the park there are actually imp assassins following them around that Blitzø has to take care of. So there is a “threat” but Stolas seems capable of handling it himself later, and we also find out down the line that only angelic weapons can actually do any real damage to him.
The ultimate takeaway is Stolas is being selfish and focusing on this new sexual relationship at the expense of his daughter. He suggests a fun outing for them to recapture happier times but immediately uses it as an excuse to bring in the reason for the unhappiness. This scene serves as the final setup for the episodes conflict: Octavia’s fear of losing her dad, this time not because of a bad dream, but because of his affair with the imp he is forcing into their lives.
To be honest, it’s not my favorite scene or episode. I find both Blitzø and Stolas off putting in it, but the episode setup is complete, we are going to LooLoo Land, Blitzø, Moxxie and Millie are coming along for work. Octavia does not want to go.
We arrive at LooLoo Land in the IMP van. Stolas gets immediately into the role of fun theme park dad, donning his little apple hat. Stolas’s outfits often reflect the image he is trying to cultivate and that’s in full effect here. Octavia is reluctant and dragging her feet. She is telegraphing loudly she does not want to be here.
Blitzø lays out ground rules that they are here in a professional capacity and Stolas is not to fuck him or attempt to. Stolas brushes this off and says he’s cute. Octavia is revolted by her dad’s behavior. Blitzø also likens their arrangement to sex work, he is very firmly in that mindset. He later says he’s not a dayhooker. Later, as I previously stated the monetary compensation and even the grimoire deal is not mentioned as much, because their relationship and how they initially view it changes.
Moxxie goes into anxiety mode pulling out antacids and all kinds of stuff from a fanny pack. He does not like theme parks and has not been to one before while Millie is having a lot of nostalgia and excitement about the day.
Octavia asks about the park, revealing that it’s not LuLu World but a knockoff and the entire vibe of the park and its rundown appearance reinforce that. This world building will carry through to the Mammon special. The cast splits, Moxxie and Millie go off to enjoy the park and Blitzø goes with Stolas and Octavia.
I won’t break down all their scenes as they are largely irrelevant to the plot of the episode, but we get some backstory and dynamic stuff for Moxxie and Millie. Millie came from a poorer background but seemed to have a good family who took her to amusement parks when they could afford it, and she has fond memories of the place. Moxxie is trying to prove himself to his wife and is competing with someone for her even though she never indicates she needs it or that it’s even a competition. Moxxie does this with Striker later. Moxxie continues this cycle of poor self worth, trying to prove himself and failing, because he doesn’t actually need to.
Blitzø is acting very professional and taking his job seriously. Stolas is disregarding that, continuing to flirt, and we get our first basis for some of the reasons Blitzø won’t believe him later in the show. In this episode Stolas is very dismissive of his job and calls them imps several times in a very denigrating way. Stolas flirts and sexualizes Blitzø at the expense of his daughter and that conflict is very present the whole time until the end when he has that wake up call when she runs away from him.
Stolas is not a perfect father, he is not a perfect person. He has a taste of the sexual relationship he’s been craving and goes too far, and is too oblivious about how that affects others, to the detriment of everyone around him and to himself. Stolas’s obliviousness to other’s needs in service to the image he wants to project is really center stage here. He thinks Octavia loves Fizzarolli, that he was a happy memory, but we see in flashbacks she was actually terrified and hates the clown. Stolas is so caught up in having this perfect father daughter day he doesn’t pick up on her cues and keeps forcing her into things she doesn’t want to do. He doesn’t do this maliciously, or from a place of ill intent, just like he doesn’t oversexualize Blitzø for predatory reasons, he just lives in fantasy because he hates reality and he tries to bring those fantasies into reality by forcing it and being oblivious to other’s needs. As I talked about in the breakdown of the Ozzie’s scene Stolas goes out of his way to force things into the image he wants to project: a dad having a happy bonding day with his daughter.
This is Stolas’s main character flaw and it’s revealed here in this episode.
Blitzø is largely there to highlight this flaw. Stolas brought along the reason for the family’s destruction into this day that was supposed to be about his daughter. He’s trying to put up this happy front but the reason it’s not going well is his own actions. When Stolas ignores cues that Octavia doesn’t want to be there and flirts with Blitzø again after he takes out one of the assassins, Octavia gets fed up and leaves. Stolas goes after her.
Blitzø starts to follow but is called out by the Fizzbot. He stays in the tent and we get a little hint of Blitzø’s backstory with Fizzarolli, and Blitzo’s previous job at LooLoo land.
Fizzarolli asks him the super important question “Does anyone love you” just barely hinting at Blitzø’s character need, but present early on in the show and explicitly stated. This is almost exactly what happens with actual Fizzarolli in Ozzie’s. Seeing him in a crowd, calling him out and asking if anyone loves him.
Blitzø says no here, but he’s really good with guns now, and starts shooting at him. He then burns the circus down (*sings* foooorreshaadowwing). This is super interesting because it’s a setup for something we see change later. In Ozzie’s, Fizzarolli calls out to Blitzo in the exact same way, and asks him the exact same question. The next time he’s asked Blitzo doesn’t say no, he looks nervously at Stolas. That’s development baby. That’s growth.
Blitzø seems to have a lot of pent up anger for the Fizz bot and that’s a pin the writer’s setup early on to be explored later. We as the audience get information on some of his previous failures, his main conflict (the lack of and need for, love), and that these things are connected with this Fizzarolli person that Blitzo seems to hate to the point of burning down an amusement park to kill his proxy.
Meanwhile Stolas follows Octavia into the funhouse, an assassin goes for him and annoyed he says he is supposed to be bodyguarded. Millie takes out the assassin and he is dismissive of them, “not you littler ones”, and again shows us that he is playing out a fantasy. Blitzø is his knight in shining armor, even if he doesn’t actually need one, and he will contrive a situation to live that fantasy out (he could just turn the imps to stone but he wants Blitzø to have opportunities to save him).
This moment is really minimized in this episode but it’s huge when you look at Western Energy, as it’s directly reflected there. In that episode Stolas is in actual danger instead of contrived danger, Blitzø doesn’t think it’s an issue because he knows Stolas sets up these little scenarios for his fantasy. Except this time it’s real and his knight in shining armor once again does not save him, he’s saved by Moxxie and Millie again. It’s also when Bliztø realizes that Stolas can actually get hurt, that he really did need a knight in shining armor and Bliztø was not there. The fantasy he plays at in LooLoo Land becomes reality, but when it plays out this time Stolas actually gets hurt, Blitzø doesn’t save him. They both are faced with reality. I love things like this. A direct callback with change due to a character’s growth throughout the story? It’s beautiful.
Also, just to theorize a bit, this is a prime setup for the rule of three. In fiction things are often called back to three times, with gradual changes each time to contrast them and show the overall change in circumstance each time.
The first time at LooLoo Land, Stolas doesn’t actually need saving, he is safe but he wanted it and Blitzø wasn’t there. He’s disappointed. The second time in Western Energy Stolas does actually need saving but Blitzø isn’t there again and realizes at the end he should have been. Stolas is hurt emotionally and physically this time. Presumably, the third time Stolas will be in real danger, but this time he will assume Blitzø is not coming because he never has before, but this time Blitzø will be there, he will be what Stolas has been wanting. It would be a beautiful progression of their relationship and a great way to show the development and progression.
Back to the episode.
Stolas moves into the funhouse and has his needed heart to heart with Octavia. Octavia point blank says that this entire situation is his fault, he just spent the whole time flirting with Blitzø and ignoring how she felt. That this place was happy for her once but he ruined it with this affair. Stolas apologies for this and he tries to explain himself but fails. He doesn’t have the words. The general gist of his started and stopped sentences is that Stella and Stolas were not in love, that Stella has flaws, that he has flaws and he wants something else and always has. He doesn’t even know at this point what he wants, he can’t articulate it. The starts and stops are well done in that they tell the story without actually stating it, enough is given for audience inference but the character still doesn’t know. He doesn’t apologize for the affair itself but for causing her pain, he tries to explain why he did it but can’t. We’ll see him discover this as the show goes on but at this point he doesn’t know himself. He was enjoying the sexually charged fantasy but he was doing that at the expense of his daughter, and to a smaller degree in this episode, Blitzø.
Octavia expresses the fear setup at the beginning of the episode. That her father is going to leave her. Like he does in the flashback, he reassures her that is not going to happen. He would never willingly leave her. I also theorize that this is prophecy or foreshadowing. There will come a point where Stolas is gone and Octavia will need to help deal with it. There may be clues dropped in this episode when that day comes so something to keep an eye on. This is another candidate for the rule of three, Octavia dreams her father is gone, he finds her consoles her. Octavia fears her father will leave and her dream will become a reality, he finds her and consoles her. Later potentially he will be gone, and she will have to console herself and find him.
He tells her she was right, it’s time to go and like the flashback he carries her through the burning chaos of the circus, calling back to the celestial destruction, and then asks her what she actually wants. He gives her a choice. It’s the first sign of his character growth, he tried to force what he wanted on her to fulfill his fantasy but in the end he asks her and gives her a choice and autonomy.
This again is paralleled in Western Energy. It takes a big destructive moment for Stolas to realize he is ignoring what others want in service to his fantasies, and he takes the lesson he learned in LooLoo Land first to later give Blitzø what he wants after the events of that episode. The difference is that Octavia tells her father what she wants explicitly and then he gives it to her. She wants to spend time doing something she likes with her dad.
With Blitzø, what he tells Stolas with his actions and words is not what he actually feels and Stolas tries to handle it the same way using what he learns here, by giving it to him and giving him a choice, but we know it will ultimately be unsuccessful until Blitzø does what Octavia does and just tells him.
Blitzø, Moxxie and Millie fall in front of them.
Moxxie says something really interesting “Way to ruin another good thing, sir” which just has so many potential implications. Blitzø says it was worth it in this instance.
As I said before, this episode is not my favorite. We have a conflict (Octavia fearing her dad is going to leave her) and resolution (he promises he won’t and takes steps to show her) we have some character flaws introduced, the first mention of Blitzø’s character issue, a lot of exploration of Stolas’s and a lesson learned for Stolas that will be applied later by him in a similar way: giving the person he wronged a choice. We have a very loose three act structure but little stakes, and the plot is much more character driven than plot driven.
Overall we setup several things the writers explore much further down the road in Season 2 but the structure is not as cohesive and tight as it was in episode 1.
It’s a weak episode but it has strong setups for further exploration and looking at it with the context of what happens down the line shows that the writer’s do take into consideration what was introduced and continue the development begun here.
What’s important about LooLoo Land is that it shows us early that Stolas and his family drama and his relationship with Blitzø is a vitally important part of the show overall. If Stolas was just a plot driver or sexual comic relief character we wouldn’t get an entire episode devoted to his relationship with his daughter. He is shown to the audience as a whole character with this own flaws, desires and back and forward story to be explored. It’s also the 2nd episode of the series, so his establishment is only 2nd to the establishment of IMP and the overall premise. I harp on this a lot because most of the anti Stolas things I see ignore this fact completely. They reduce him down to the presentation of the OG Pilot instead of the direction the creators actually went, a pivotal main character going on his own journey within this story. (In my opinion if they had stuck to the original premise this show would be much much weaker and less compelling overall, but that’s a post for a different day.)
We are introduced to Stolas and his relationships even before Blitzø’s. We don’t even know that Loona is his daughter yet at this point in the canon text. We know nothing at all about Barbie Wire, his family, or anything outside of IMP. This is because this affair, the fall out, and the future consequences are CENTRAL to the entire show, they are why IMP exists, and they are central to Blitzø and his own growth and development. The same can be said of Fizzarolli, there’s a reason that backstory is hinted at in a Stolas episode. The question he keeps asking Blitzø, does anyone love you is first linked here. The events that take place in LooLoo Land are directly reflected in Ozzie’s and in Western Energy later. These setups take place so early on in the show’s run and are continually fleshed out and paid off as it continues.
The episode itself is weak but the foundations it lays are incredibly strong.
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buckyownsmylife · 10 months ago
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In regards to the bodyguard August! x reader storyline, may I request a head canon of August coming to know what he wants in the future from the endeavors with the reader?
Yes, of course!
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August didn't know how it happened
It wasn't like it happened all at once, hitting him like a freight train
No, it was slow and steady, like waking up in the morning with the sunlight streaming over the curtains, without a care in the word as you didn't need to wake up at all
He was taking care of you one of those days
As it was still his job to do
And you turned to spoon-feed him some concoction you’d been cooking in your mansion’s kitchen, desperate to know what he thought of it
And he suddenly couldn’t keep it in anymore
“I love you,” he whispered, stopping you dead in your tracks
“W-what?”
You couldn’t believe it, so you had to hear it again to make sure you weren’t just daydreaming it.
“I love you,” he repeated.
Of course, he didn’t doubt himself for a single second, now that he knew it to be true.
You didn’t know what to say, so you just stood there, staring at him wide-eyed, watching as he approached and cornered you against the counter.
“I love you,” he said it once more, lifting you up and sitting you on the edge of the counter, cradling your face to make sure you were looking into his eyes and seeing the sincerity behind them.
“I love you too,” you finally broke down and said it, even if it was barely more than a whisper.
The smile he gave you in response could have made you fall in love with him all over again, but then he kissed you
It was deep and full of longing and it took your breath away
But it didn’t stop the thoughts you had running around in your head
“We have to run away,” you blurted out the second he let you go and he squeezed your hips in agreeance because he knew that was the only course of action that was left for the two of you
"Leave it to me," he asked, kissing your lips one last time before leaving you be with an order and a promise.
"I'll be back in three days, pack a back and be ready."
"Where are you going?" You trusted him with your life, more than anyone else in the world, but still, you had to ask.
He smiled, turning to look at you from over his shoulder at the threshold of your kitchen door.
"You must have turned me into a sappy romantic, sweetheart... the only answer I can think to give you is that we're going to live our happily ever after."
The toothy smile you gave him had his hearts doing jumps, and he knew he had made the right decision, despite the fact that it wouldn't be easy at all to do what you two needed to escape life as you knew.
"That good enough for you?" He teased.
"Perfect," you laughed.
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Read the one where August is your bodyguard and neither of you are too happy about it here!
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onegianthotmess · 10 months ago
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Ikemen Vampire Rants:
💃If the Suitors Turned Into Women💃
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If you haven’t seen part One of this rant, I suggest you read it for more of an explination on how this multi-part rant is formatted.
This is part two, which makes the next three suitors Arthur, Vincent, and Theo/Theodorus. (There’s a trend of them talking and then being like “oh shit” and slapping a hand over their mouths when they wake up as women this round-)
Also, I will be using myself (Amelia; looks like Uraraka from MHA but with peach colored eyes, fluffy and curvy figure, and is between 5’9-5’10 in height) as an insert for the MC and as the one who helps the suitors through their strange experience.
Mini Warning!: there is one use of a Dutch swear word in Theo’s part, but his nickname for the MC is literally mutt/dog/puppy, so-
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Faust needed a few test subjects for his new experimental elixir, and naturally he first moved to put it into Charles’s and Vlad’s dinner. But, by some inexplicable reason, a few vials of the elixir somehow made their way to le Comte’s mansion and ended up in the residents’s dinner. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we???
Arthur Canon Doyle
Our British lad woke up unusually early, craving fudge
He didn’t feel too unusual, his back ached the tiniest bit and his chest felt a bit heavy, but those could’ve been cause by him sleeping wrong and he could be coming down with a little something or in need of a drink
Either way, the author didn’t think too hard about it until he actually got out of bed and glanced down to see that he now had breasts
“Bloody hell-!”
He clapped a hand over his mouth when he’d heard the sound of his voice
It sounded higher, more feminine, and much sweeter than it ever sounded before
Even as a boy his voice wasn’t this high and light!
Arthur moved his hand from his mouth and felt down his sides and to his hips, confused by his new curvature and build
And, now that he was awake, he realized his hair went down a little past his chest now
As much as he wanted to solve the mystery of his new predicament, he also needed help on how to be situated as a woman
And with extremely limited options, the author immediately went to the only woman in the mansion; Amelia
He of course poked his head out from behind his door to check if anyone was around before he rushed down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible to Amelia’s room and knocked on her door
It took a couple of knocks before Arthur could hear the brunette sleepily grumbling as she pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the door
Only to instantly be wide awake at the sight of a dimly lit Arthur that was now a woman
The brunette quickly pulled the author into her room and turned on her light to get a better look at him
Slightly shorter with a very slender hourglass type figure, not too many curves, and a rounder, more feminine face with slightly fuller lips
Amelia was just as confused as Arthur, if not a little more with how sleepy she was, but was very willing to help
After she sent him to go back to bed so she could help him at an appropriate time to actually be awake instead of an ungodly hour of the morning when it was still dark out
And so, Arthur went back to sleep, woke up at a more reasonable time, and Amelia came to his room with a few things to help him a little bit after he woke up
A little bit of improvising had to be done since Arthur was less curvaceous than Amelia, but eventually a solution was found that kept Arthur’s new chest in place
A few belts had to be used to make Arthur’s pants fit around his slightly slimmer waist, but other than that his clothes still fit him decently, if a little loose
And after Amelia brushed Arthur’s hair, he was fine to head down to breakfast if he wanted
And he did
And he gave zero explanation to anyone and began behaving like normal
Theo was even more annoyed with Arthur because he wouldn’t explain how he suddenly became a woman overnight
And Isaac was even more embarrassed to have Arthur teasing him because now he added some flirting in there
(You can’t fucking tell me that Arthur isn’t bisexual!)
The day went on as normal with Arthur going back up to his room and writing, drinking coffee, and eventually taking his beloved Vic outside to play a bit
And the afternoon was ended in Arthur running away from Theo, who was chasing him because Arthur started flirting with him just to see what would happen if he did
All in all, Arthur was happy with his day and went about normally the next day when he was back to normal
And Isaac hid himself away from Arthur for a good two weeks out of embarrassment and in a desperate attempt to avoid anymore potential flirting on the latter’s part
Side note: Arthur didn’t flirt with Isaac after that because, while he is a teasing asshole, Arthur isn’t a monster who completely tortures people
Vincent van Gogh
Sunshine boy woke up on his couch as per usual
(Christ on a stick, we need to get babie boy his own bed-)
And he was so tired and used to sleeping on a couch that he didn’t really notice anything different with him until he began to get dressed for the day and then-
“OH MY-!”
Both of Vincent’s hands quickly flew to his mouth when he heard his own voice
First of all, he now had breasts and very wide hips
Second, his voice was higher and somehow even softer and lighter than it was before
Third, his hair now seemed to be long enough to reach just a little above his chin
And things didn’t get better when he heard Theo knocking on his door
And they got worse when Vincent turned around to see the door opening
“Broer, you slept in past breakfast so I wanted to—WHO ARE YOU?!”
Theo, of course, was shocked to see some random woman alone in his brother’s room
But, after a second, when he really looked at the woman, Theo could tell that the woman was Vincent
He looked more or less the same, except with a rounder face and fuller lips and somehow even softer features
Both brothers stood frozen and staring at each other until Theo told Vincent to wait a second and to not move while he went and got help before rushing out of the room, closing the door behind him
Figuring that he had little options at the moment, Vincent just sat down on his couch and patiently waited for his brother to return, hands folded in his lap
And a few minutes later, Theo came back with Amelia in tow, a bag slung on her shoulder
When the brunette saw Vincent, she immediately dropped her bag, ran over to the artist, and immediately hugged him and saying that he was the most fucking adorable thing she’d ever seen in that moment
When Theo got mad, a quick glare and threat to not help shut him up
And then he was forced out of the room as to not overwhelm Vincent
Once Amelia kicked Theo out, she turned to the former man and began to help him in getting ready for the day as a woman with the things she brought with her in her bag
The upper body undergarment was a bit of a struggle since Vincent’s new breast were just a wee bit too small to pass in wearing one of Amelia’s undergarments, so a bit of improvising was required
After that, Amelia just had to help Vincent to get his clothes to fit his new body correctly, his shirt was a bit loose around the waist and his pants were a bit tight due to his new curves, but they managed to fit
And once Vincent’s hair was brushed, he and Amelia walked out into the hallway where Theo was waiting because he was still worried about his brother
Theo did thank Amelia and asked Vincent what he was going to do, if he was going to tell Comte about his situation or any of the other residents
And Vincent just said he was going to go into town with Amelia because he promised to hang out with her the day prior and said Theo was welcome to join so long as Amelia was okay with it
And she was because she knew Theo wouldn’t take no for an answer and she wanted extra help in keeping an eye on Vincent because there was no doubt would weird things would happen if Vincent turning into a woman was the first thing on the agenda for the day
So, without being seen by anyone else, the three left the mansion and got in a carriage to go to town and have a little down time
Amelia was almost tempted to go and buy Vincent a dress, but she resisted knowing that it probably wouldn’t fit him for long if he did turn back into a man
Speaking of men, many men approached Amelia and Vincent and began flirting with them, specifically with Vincent because he literally looked like a fucking angel
But a glare from Theo made them apologize and run away, leaving Vincent and Amelia very confused
The three of them spent their day looking around town, finding places for Vincent to sketch, and Amelia sketching Vincent at one point because he was so beautiful and she wanted to remember this odd day
In the evening, the three of them made it back to the mansion and Vincent snuck back to his room and Amelia delivered a small bottle of Rouge for his dinner since he didn’t eat all day
The next day, Vincent was back to normal and no one but Theo and Amelia knew why all three of them disappeared from the mansion the day before
And it was gonna fucking stay that way
Theodorus van Gogh
(Christ on a stick, I had too much fun with Theo!)
Theo woke up as normal, if quite early, but he felt strange
His chest felt incredibly heavy and his back was in quite a bit of pain
When Theo managed to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of his bed to sit properly, he looked down and-
“SCHIJTEN-”
Theo clamped a hand over his mouth when he heard his now feminine and honey laced voice
Somehow, he found that he now had an ample bust under his nightshirt and long hair that reached his hips
Theo’s mind went a mile a minute as he thought of what to do
As much as his instincts told him to, he couldn’t really go to his older brother as he wouldn’t have any ideas on how to really help Theo’s current situation
Arthur would make fun of or flirt with or do both with him instead of help most likely
Le Comte would probably just as stumped as he was
And Theo didn’t really think that any one of the other residents would be of much help for this particular situation
Well, except for Amelia, who was the only woman in the entire mansion
Seeing as he had no other options, Theo decided to go to Amelia’s room with his clothes for the day in hand
Of course, he had to take a couple of detours and even hide once from an already working Sebastian and a sleepy Arthur already on his third cup of coffee for the day as to not be seen before he’d gotten any help
And, for once, he was happy to have a couple days off of work
Once Theo reached Amelia’s room, he knocked a couple of times before a faint “Come in” could be heard
Not wanting to be out in the open in the hall, Theo quickly and quietly ducked into Amelia’s room
And he stood awkwardly in front of the door when he was inside of the room until the brunette woman emerged from a corner already dressed and froze when she saw him
After a split second Amelia burst out laughing at Theo, to which the art dealer responded by dropping his clothes, rushing over to the maid, and clapping a hand over her mouth
“Please put a muzzle on that snout of yours, Hondje. I’d rather not have anyone see me like this right now.”
After Theo heard a muffled, but annoyed, “Fine” from the brunette, he moved his hand away from her mouth
Amelia quickly stepped back and looked Theo up and down before shrugging
“I mean, your tits are too big to fit any of the undergarments I have, but we can improvise.”
Theo was confused. “My what?”
“Your tits. It’s another word for boobs, I mean breasts.”
Theo was going to get angry and shout when Amelia held up a hand to silence him
“Just look at them before you get mad, dummy. Your chest is two or three sizes bigger than mine so it won’t fit anything I’ve got. Your back must be killing you, too.”
As Amelia kept rambling, Theo just kept quiet and let her help him
Once a makeshift upper body undergarment was fashioned for Theo, Amelia helped him in getting his pants to fit around his slimmer waist with a few belts
And after that, Amelia told Theo to sit and she did his hair, clearly having fun because she put it into a loose braid
And like that, Theo was dressed in a way that would help him be more comfortable and he thanked Amelia for her assistance
Amelia then said that Theo could go down to breakfast if he wanted to, but she had to leave so that Sebastian would get help preparing everyone’s meal
And like hell Theo was going to pass up his beloved pancakes!
Are you crazy?!
Mf would probably marry some pancakes if he didn’t eat them first-
When Theo went down to breakfast, no one really said anything
Until Arthur came in the room
“Well, Theo, you look rather-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll feed you to King.”
Needless to say, Arthur shut up after that
When Vincent came in the room, his brain went completely “am confusion cinnamon roll noises”
“So my little brother is now a woman… Does that mean I have a little sister now?”
Either way, Vincent said Theo was incredibly beautiful as a woman and pat him on the head, to which the latter got embarrassed by and asked the former to stop
Not much happened after breakfast, except for Arthur needing to be told off occasionally
Theo mostly spend his day with King, playing with him and taking a nap with him at one point
King ended up on top of Theo and used his chest as a pillow as he usually did
Theo had to glare at Arthur so he wouldn’t make a sexual joke or comment about it
The next day, Theo woke up back to normal and was so relieved
“Oh, thank god!”
His back was killing him yesterday and he gave Amelia props for being able to still be able to stand up straight at the end of the day
No one really said anything about the day before, except for Vincent saying he was happy his brother was back to normal and King whining because his new chest pillow wasn’t as big and soft anymore
And there’s the next three suitors! Sorry it took a minute, babes! I had fun with this one and yes, I do imagine Vincent and Theo having sort of reversed female body types. Stay tuned for part three and go read part one of you haven’t, please and thank you!
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thespianinthebackcorner · 4 months ago
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An AU for the Coroika gang AND the promo kids gang!!
So who here's seen Shadows House???
yeah, i figured it's be nobody. Allow me to extremely badly explain the premise of this AU: Take two characters who look extremely similar if not the same, turn one of them into a literal living silhouette, and put them in a master-servant exploitation dynamic in a shady ass Victorian mansion with a shit ton of rules to follow. The Shadows, due to being pitch black, have Living Doll doubles that serve as their face, which means Dolls have to learn to act in perfect sync with their masters. and when I say pitch-black, i mean if you look at them head on they are a silhouette. it takes five minutes of the first episode for us to learn Kate has eyelashes and a nose because we don't get any side shots. there's a bunch of other details too but i'll go into that later.
Fun, right? Probably not for them, but Shadows House has such an original concept I can't help it. Splatoon has a LOT of characters that share similarities (a lot of promo kids get Coroika equivalents!) so this is a really fun AU for me to think about. Let me explain my thoughts, because if I have the time I'll write this out as a fic.
So, I explained the premise up there. But not everyone in Coroika has a double! So who's in the AU? Well, everybody- in a way.
First of all, we have our Shadow and Living Doll pairs. These are the characters with doubles- basically, everyone with a promo kid or Coroika equivalent- or similar, since there's an exception to that rule. For the characters that only have small gear differences (such as their shirt being different) I've counted them in, but if there's too many differences they won't show as a pair. (N-Pacer is in because I wanted more than one person from Team Emperor in, lmao.)
The Shadows are:
Goggles, Specs, Bobble, Headphones, Gloves, Half-Rim, Prince, N-Pacer, Hachi, Nana, Ocho, Mitsuami, Shady, 8-Bit, Barreleye, Shellmet and Hornmet. (if there's anyone else that bears extremely similar resemblance to a named promo kid, do tell please, I'll add them in.)
Their Living Dolls are, in the same order:
John, Rui, Mizuho, Kaori, Cuttlefrsh, Kensaki, Emperor, Tof-U, Steven, Patricia, Hiro, Veronika, Calamar, Anemone, Yarrwhal, Takotruck, and Stephanie.
Well. you might be asking, "hey Thespian, if it's a master-servant dynamic, why is Prince the Shadow and Emperor the Doll? Why is Mitsuami in control of Veronika and not the other way around?" well. that is extreme spoilers for the Shadows House plot, so I Shall Not Say. But, as you might've noticed, some of the characters put in Doll position are quite headstrong... so that dynamic will be rather fun to see. Which characters will be in perfect sync by their Debut, and which will have trouble matching up?
Oh, and an extra layer of Shadows House canon- if a Shadow and a Doll can't mesh well enough and don't put enough effort in getting to know each other, the Shadow dissolves and dies, and the Living Doll is forced to become a masked doll that does tasks around the mansion in absolute silence. Not like they're told that, but they're gonna wanna avoid it anyway.
What's a Debut, you ask? in short, a trial young Shadows undertake to prove their Doll is in sync enough with them to be let out of their rooms as a pair and interact with everyone else in the children's wing of the house. The adults wing is a whole nother can of worms that i am NOT opening unless someone actually wants me to.
ANyway, if anyone else is interested in that... well. talk to me about it!! i would gladly ramble! or push me to write the fic for it, haha.
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tavyliasin · 10 months ago
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ATG 7 - Love? Lust.
In which the devil gets his due...
Pairing: Raphael/Haarlep  SPICE Rating: 4.5/5 I pulled it from my soul somehow (side note I should review this rating considering my later works, this was at the time of writing) Content Warnings:  Sex, rough sex, BDSM, Bondage, Anger, power play, mild choking,
Spoilers Act 3, House of Hope area and character appearance of Haarlep Canon Compliance Canon Level "Hahaha! NO." (Please read that as Haarlep in that scene.) - The only canon is in the backstory of Raphael and Haarlep's relationship and their dynamics. It is chaotic to me how we don't see them share the screen but I can feel their whole hate/lust dynamic.  Other Notes (From the original time of posting) Sometimes you just want an indulgent chapter to take off the brakes and let it roll right into the chaos because 2 fiends keep staring at you from the dark corner of your brain waiting to get laid while Tav indulges in the nice soft chapters. This one is dedicated to everyone else who went utterly hingeless when they met Haarlep, they are my favourite bitch and I love them forever. This is also a contrast to the previous chapter where our 2 mains choose love over lust together, there's absolutely no love here. That's not how these two like to play. And that's fine, it works for them like this.  ADDITIONAL NOTE - This was the first piece I wrote for Raphael and Haarlep, that solidified the brainrot for both. I found writing their interactions positively intoxicating and have not wanted to stop since. Song/Mood Phantom by NateWantsToBattle "Make no mistake, I'll break you down (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Shout it around town I'm not what you want But I'm exactly what you need Take a bite and feed Your satisfaction guaranteed. I'm your sunshine, whoa I'm gonna burn down your parade I'm a shooting star That wish you wished you never made"
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Another impossible slam of an ethereal portal almost startled the demon reclining on silk sheets. They smirked. This was going to be an amusing evening.
The slammer of the door, however, had no such look on his face. His brows were lowered, that little vein on his forehead almost visibly throbbing beneath his skin, the physical heat of his rage warming the room by several degrees. An impressive feat given the mansion was in Avernus, one of the literal Nine Hells, with a…well, perhaps not beautiful but at least in some ways breathtaking view of fields of lava from the open balcony door.
With a gesture, Raphael dismissed the portal fully, the shimmering mist dissolving into nothing. He gazed at his likeness, looking at him over the top of a wine glass. No, not looking. Haarlep was judging him again.
"I'm in no mood for your insolence, Harlot ." He spat the insult from tight lips, yet still approached the bed and sat beside his devilish double. Even whilst still in his human form, the resemblance was remarkable, and if Raphael decided to transform into his true fiendish body then it would be almost like looking in a mirror. Almost . Somehow Haarlep made his own form just a little more alluring, a little too perfect, perhaps. He had no doubt this was all a part of the game the incubus liked to play, so he pictured the board and moved his pawns like always.
"I thought you'd be happy!" Haarlep laughed, offering a fresh glass to their cambion companion as they echoed his own voice. "Didn't you get exactly what you wanted?"
"Yes. No. Fuck you. "
"Hah! Now that's a good one." The incubus shifted their physical body to the form of the Archduchess, a twisted feminine version of Raphael, to give him an extra sultry gaze. "Fuck me yourself, if you dare."
"Insolent little… How easily you forget that I outrank you." Raphael took the wine and drained it in one gulp, throwing the empty vessel unceremoniously across the room.
"Temper, temper~" Haarlep purred, shifting their body back to the masculine form and leaning over Raphael. To make a point, he assumed. "You might outrank me out there , but that's not how things work in here and you know that." They pressed a clawed hand against Raphael's human chest, their weight bearing down for a moment with intense strength, before releasing the grip and drifting their hand to his chin instead. "Now, how about you tell me what happened, hmm? I've been dying to hear how it went."
"As if you weren't scrying the entire time." The human formed devil muttered darkly, shifting slightly where he lay, feeling uncomfortably warmer from being so close to his partner. "But if you must hear a bedtime story then so be it. She took the bait, almost too easily, and I gave them what they wanted."
"Naturally, you give them a taste," Haarlep punctuated the pause in their words with a tongue running up Raphael's ear before whispering the rest, "so now they'll crave more."
The demon ached as the incubus pulled away again, plucking a grape from the bunch and devouring it. Oh to be that grape- "Yes yes all according to plan. Whet their appetite, give them reason to trust, and reel them in with something much bigger."
"You're certain they can get what you want?" Haarlep raised an eyebrow, genuinely unsure this time. Something that didn't happen often with the cocky bastard.
"If they make it out of Moonrise and past Ketheric in one piece, then yes."
"And if they don't?" The incubus ran a clawed finger up the inside of his leg this time, trying to steal his ability to speak with the building desire, the achingly slow tease of everything they did. 
Fuck, even their slutty harness is too- He stopped the thought, realising the pause was giving his lover everything they wanted. Too easily. "If they don't then Korilla owes me 5 soul coins, so either way I win."
"Should I be praising how astute your gamble is?" Haarlep's tone grew more mocking.
"Should I be praising how lustful you are? I know I have them right where I want them." He growled.
Haarlep began to loosen his fine silk clothes, nimble fingers finding ways to tease even with this. "And yet here you are, absolutely furious. Why? Do you think the Little Mouse might bite?"
Raphael clenched his fists in an involuntary display of rage. "If she does," he hissed through gritted teeth, "she will meet her end at my claws."
"Ahh there it is. Finally. You want to have your cake and eat it too."
"She's almost as infuriating as you are."
"My, my, Archduke , do you finally have eyes for someone besides yourself?" Haarlep was sounding more amused by the second, clearly enjoying seeing the fiend so riled up.
"Obviously not," he lied, "I'd like to take her down a peg. Maybe three, come to think of it."
"Well you can't risk damaging your toy before you have what you want, can you~" Haarlep purred, discarding the ruffled shirts that had now been removed. "Oh, your real form, if you please."
Doing as he was bidden automatically, Raphael's body almost instantly shifted to his demonic form, horns rising in twisted shapes above fiery crimson skin, and his still neat and chestnut brown hair barely changing. "Of course I can't break her , but there has to be some way- You've heard how she speaks to me, haven't you? I know too well you sit there scrying like I'm putting on a play for your amusement."
"Well of course, I am your biggest fan ," Haarlep sneered, the subtle insult not unnoticed yet remaining unchallenged as the power balance continued to shift in their favour. It always did. "Perhaps you should try another co-star on your stage. I can't say I'm not curious either, it is so entertaining watching her sharp tongue match wits with yours."
"Careful, Harlot , you are here by my grace alone , remember?"
"Hah! Grace? That's what you call it? No." Haarlep snatched up his throat in their claws, almost cutting into the flesh with the pressure, eyes alight with more than the usual fire. "And you will call me by my name, now, Archduke ."
The title was a snub, and Raphael knew it, but the incubus had a hold on him in more ways than one. "Fine, Haarlep ," he gasped, the pressure finally relieving just slightly. "There's barely any difference anyway." He averted his eyes just for a moment. Wrong move.
"You will look at me when addressing me," their hand was now gripping Raphael's chin savagely, "and I am not beyond silencing that rude little tongue of yours either."
Barely a moment after letting go of his face, Haarlep had straddled the devil's chest, pressing his heated and leather bound underwear to the lips of his furious lover. The game had truly begun now.
Raphael's teeth sunk into the leather, piercing it just enough to elicit a wanton howl from Haarlep who grabbed the back of his head and pulled him away. "Only bite if you're prepared to be bitten."
The challenge stood heavy and pointed, as they released Raphael once more, one of their hands slipping behind them to start loosening his trousers. Their tail was already curling around his ankle, a further dare to drive him damn near insane. Without words, he pulled aside the lower parts of the leather harness, - hands gripping them slightly too perfect thighs - and pulling Haarlep into his mouth.
The incubus moaned, the usual performance, but oh how they did enjoy it more when they got what they wanted. Raphael could be so plain unless they really riled him up. Anger and lust, it seemed, were excellent bedfellows. Like pleasure and pain, they mused as teeth raked along their length eliciting another wanton moan, the perfect balanced meal.
Raphael had no intention of giving in to everything his reflection desired, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. The incubus had connected them by taking his form, a hellish contract binding them, so he could feel everything. Not only could he feel his own throat beginning to burn as Haarlep's hips pressed agonisingly forwards, he could feel the sensation of lips around himself. 
This was the caveat of the deal, naturally. Giving release to the incubus would also give him his own, but that meant the bastard would win, again , and that simply could not stand. Just as he felt the pressure begin to rise, he dug his teeth and claws in just enough to bring it back. 
"Oh so you want to play it that way, do you?" Haarlep hissed, dragging Raphael's head back and pressing his head firmly to the pillow. "Ironic, isn't it, that you insist on such plush silk comforts when what you really want-" the incubus raised their hand in the air, a thin whip-like vine appearing in their grip, "is far from comfort at all." 
The whip cracked in the air, thin red lightning dancing along the length, as Haarlep rose from above Raphael, already preparing the next spell. Thicker vines now curled up from beneath the bed. Before they found their mark, however, Haarlep unceremoniously flipped Raphael over with a deft movement, pressing his face into the pillow now as the vines wrapped and secured wrists and ankles.
The demon lay face down on his own bed, by all appearances utterly helpless, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed and bound behind his back. His wings were held apart to reveal parts of his bare back, bound very precisely to keep them where they were out of the way of the incubus' designs. Only his cambion tail remained free, until, of course, Haarlep grabbed hold of it and pulled.
"You look so much better like this, Archduke ," they laughed, bringing the whip down between his shoulder blades with practiced ease. Raphael moaned into the pillow, unable to form words to respond. "And you sound better, too."
Each sting of electric pain was not enough to do harm, no it would take far more than this to actually wound a Cambion of his rank, but still Raphael felt the exquisite agony. They had danced this dance for countless centuries, but even from the beginning the incubus knew exactly how to work his body. Of course they would , he thought between muffled groans as the whip struck true across his body whilst a clawed hand reached down between his legs, they're a fucking pleasure fiend. 
Haarlep grinned wickedly. This was a perfect evening, watching the powerful Raphael melt into silk sheets, building up the pleasure then leaving him wanting and squirming beneath them. They felt it all, and they felt so much more. Each little wanton whimper was like another plate at a buffet, a banquet of delicacies that they were cooking for themselves. A greedy chef, perhaps, but they had to feed. Might as well season it perfectly, they mused to themselves, licking their fingers in anticipation.
Some days Raphael wondered how the bed beneath him did not burst into flame, either with the anger or the lust. This was certainly one of those days. He was white hot, tense, when the incubus' finger entered. He damn near moaned the bitch's name in that instant, but he held on stubbornly forbidding them from taking everything quite so easily. Futile, in the end, but his pride kept the fight going.
Accepting the unspoken challenge, Haarlep cast the whip aside, plunging a second finger inside their partner and pulling hard on his tail, relishing the deepened groan it drew forth. "You will be calling my name soon enough, Archduke , but you can keep fighting if you must." 
Their fingers curled, finding their mark, removing his breath and turning his mind almost empty as he pressed against the sheets, writhing for any moment of friction, desperate for more. Fuck , was about the only thought that found purchase in his brain. 
Haarlep continued the torment, switching between pulling, biting, and occasionally kissing the Cambion's tail - though there was not a hint of affection from the touch of their lips - and raking their claws along his spine, gripping the back of his neck, and pulling at that oh so neat hair. Yes, they thought delightedly, this is the best view of him, wanton, struggling, desperately full of desire. They drank in the heat, prolonging every moment to savour the meal spread before them. Literally, spread, they grinned to themselves, whatever would the little mouse think to see the mighty predator brought to ruin.
Just as Raphael was at the edge of that daunting yet exhilarating cliff, the incubus pulled back once more, leaving him infuriatingly empty. "No." He hissed into the pillow, barely audible. "No stopping."
"My my, it seems someone has forgotten who is in charge again." The vines holding the cambion pulled wickedly, snaking now around his hips and forcing them up until he was on his knees. Haarlep had moved behind him now, leaning down over him until their chest pressed against his arms, voice hot near his ear. "You will call my name. You will beg before we are through." 
There was nothing gentle nor loving about the embrace of two fiends in the heat of pure lust. There never would be, never could be, it simply wasn't in their nature to do anything but this. The battle, the fight, wits and bodies pitted against each other in an endless back and forth until something broke.
Raphael's mind nearly did as the demon behind him thrust inside, chuckling darkly at the gasp that escaped before he could stop it. 
"Good," the incubus growled, biting down on the back of his neck before continuing, "feel it, all of it. Feel you , just like you wanted."
Savage teeth bore down on hot skin again, Haarlep's muscular chest crushing Raphael's wings and arms against his back. But fuck did it feel good. He bit down on the pillow himself, almost feeling it like it was his own neck in his mouth. Exactly what they intended , he might have thought, had a hand not found purchase between his legs. A savage grip began to work him harder now, timed perfectly to the brutal thrust of hips, the sound of skin on skin filling his ears as every muscle began to tense from the sheer overwhelming sensations. Fucking, being fucked, skilled fingers finding every extra nerve as lips and tongue and teeth caressed tender flesh. 
"Please, Haarlep- " the words left Raphael's lips unbidden and with infuriating ease. Just as promised he had been drawn to this, begging, writhing, desperately on the edge.
"I told you so." The echo of his own voice dark in his ear was swiftly followed by a harmony of exquisite moans as the final thrusts drove both of them into a mindsplitting climax. 
All control had been ceded, the incubus had snatched yet another victory from the pride of the so-called Master of the House , the satisfaction as overwhelming as the frustration was to be left both filled and entirely empty as the vines began to recede. 
"Now, doesn't that feel better? You played so well, I do hope you go and visit your Little Mouse again soon. Perhaps I should send her some flowers? A fruit basket?" Haarlep laughed, already strolling towards the huge open pool of a bath on the other side of the room.
"You are truly insufferable." Raphael resisted the urge to add the insulting nickname as he rubbed feeling back into aching limbs, working up the strength to use his legs again. "But I will have her, one way or another."
"Will you now?" The incubus called back, sinking into the luxurious waters scented with cinnamon and cherries. A little hint of the aromas that mingled from each when they were close. "I do hope you at least let me watch ."
Raphael tested his weight on his legs, before resigning himself to sit a little longer. "I have half a mind to hand her over to you, just to teach her a lesson."
"Hah! What's this now? Don't think you can handle a scary little mouse?" Haarlep's musical laugh echoed around the room, ever more infuriating.
"No, she's just not worth my effort."
"I suppose we shall see, then. If they ever make it to the city, of course." 
"I have a feeling they will…" Raphael's mind was beginning to wander again, half tempted to scry himself to keep an eye on that improbable group of misfits.
"Won't that mean you lose your money to the little bitch you have watching them?"
"It won't matter," Raphael replied, one clawed hand rubbing his aching neck, "the prize they can bring me will be worth far more than a handful of damned souls."
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I'll note here that usually in BDSM you would have aftercare following something intense, but the amount of time these 2 have been together and with their whole dynamic it feels like Raphael would find the idea insulting. However, when he eventually is able to walk straight, or perhaps fly across to the healing pool, Haarlep is ready and waiting to shampoo his hair and soothe any lingering aches and wounds.
Haarlep is a responsible Dom, is what I'm saying, Raph is just a brat sub-leaning switch vers to his core so he's not going to enjoy much softness unless it is very specifically on his terms.
I'm dying to write more of these 2 as well, and don't worry Tav will get her turn to truly dance with these devils. Oh the ideas I have, darlings, would make more than a blacksmith blush. Whether I find that power within my dark soul to put them to words remains to be seen, of course...we shall try. For you, loves. --- And I did exactly that! I do so love looking back on these notes from a mere few months past, where I was still stumbling through the new wilderness before finding I was always meant to be here~ Now, the new notes? I still adore this chapter, it's the perfect mirror opposite of the last one where Astarion and Tav explore the importance of Love while leaving Lust aside. Raphael and Haarlep have no need for Love when hedonistic Lust satisfies both of their needs. Which is not to say they shun all emotion, far from it, they just have a very different attitude to sex and relationships. It's a different world for fiends who live thousands of years~
Oh, and as a special treat...some LiArt~
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Until next chapter - oh, and the next chapter for those who haven't read before on AO3? That's the Tav x Emperor chapter~
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not-krys · 1 year ago
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Fictober 2023: Reaching Out
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Prompts: #15 (Fine, explain it to me) and #18 (We can’t do this on our own), along with a prompt from my 100 Themes Prompt Challenge, #65: Horror (tho loosely used here)
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Rating: Teen
Characters: Abigail Clarke (OC), Auntie Eliza (OC), Vincent van Gogh (Ikevamp version)
Summary: Abby has worked up the courage to tell her aunt where she has been the past year, having not contacted her family at all since she went on a trip to Paris and had been assumed missing. What would her auntie have to say if her beloved niece told her that she had time-traveled to the 19th century and had stayed in a mansion full of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires?
Notes: OC lore building, OC x Canon, Spoilers for Vincent’s Route ending (specifically his Dramatic Ending, but here it’s a little vague), Family AU, Fluff (lots of it towards the end), pregnancy, use of Dutch when it is not a language I speak so if any usage is wrong, just know I’m using language blogs and machine translation so some things are bound to be incorrect, not beta-read
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"Abigail Grace."
Stern eyes stared into Abby's eyes, wrinkles more of a highlight rather than a feature on the older woman's face. Her aunt frowned. "Where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you."
Abby swallowed, her hands raising to her chest, her fingers curling into fists.
"It's… a little hard to explain, Auntie."
"Fine." she sighed. "Explain it to me in a way that's easy to understand."
"…Promise you'll listen to the whole thing? The whole thing?"
"There's more than just… You reappearing after being missing for months--for almost a year--with a man at your arm and a baby in your belly? And you're sure he didn't kidnap you?"
"No! Vincent didn't kidnap me! No one did!"
"Well, as long as we're clear on that…" She held her hand towards her kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. "You've got some explaining to do."
Abby sat in the opposite chair, placing a hand on her belly and taking a calming breath.
"…It started with the trip to the Louvre. I met a tall, mysterious gentleman there."
"So, you were kidnapped. Then he's the one who-!"
"No! Le Comte didn't kidnap me either! Everyone was nice! There was no coercion or bad intentions on anyone's part!"
"… A gang, then? And you've been sworn to secrecy?"
Both sets of eyes fell to a wooden bat in the corner, full of bent nails and Abby wasn't completely sure it was all red paint that was flaking off it.
"NO!" Abby shouted. "You promised you'd listen to me!"
"You've been missing for a year, Abigail." Her aunt repeated, "You're not the only one who's been on edge."
Abby flushed red, pounding her fists on the table with a loud smack.
"On edge!? I time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with a bunch of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires! And when I finally got back to the present day, I wanted to keep to myself because I knew if anyone found me and I said what happened, they'd explode like this! The only reason I sought you out is because I'm having a baby and Vincent and I don't have the means to take care of him on our own! But looking for help here was clearly a mistake if this is how you're going to treat us! How's that for 'on edge', Auntie!?"
Her aunt had been stunned into silence.
"Hold on a second," she started, "Time travel? Famous historical figures? Vampires?! Abigail, have you lost your mind?"
"It's all true!" Abby clenched her fists, "Vincent is the same Vincent van Gogh! The painter! He painted Starry Night and the Almond Blossoms! Café Terrace at Night! A-and Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers!"
"Abigail, he's not *the* Vincent van Gogh. He died over 130 years ago, let alone did not become a vampire, of all things. Not only that."
Her aunt flicked Abby's ear, making her grit her teeth and shield it with her hand.
"Last I saw, Vincent still had both ears. That's part of his legend, remember?"
Abby stood up abruptly, hot tears pricking her eyes. Her son was kicking frantically, no doubt worried because she was so upset. She turned her back to the woman and grabbed her purse.
"Hey, what are you-"
"I thought I could trust you. Out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one I could turn to if I needed anything. Just like when I was a kid, you always looked out for me. When everyone else either turned their back on me or criticized me for not living up to my parents' standards, you were always there to help me."
Abby felt a hand on her upper arm, red painted nails coming into her peripheral. They were as sharp just as she remembered them, like the claws of a ferocious beast.
"Abigail, baby girl, understand what you're saying." She pulled Abby so they faced each other. "You're telling me that you time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with Vincent van Gogh, who was a vampire? Honey, anyone would find that hard to believe."
"But it's the truth! I lived with Vincent and his brother Theo, and-and Arthur, Arthur Conan Doyle! Isaac Newton! I got to draw sometimes with Leonardo da Vinci when he wasn't napping on the floor somewhere in the mansion! Mozart… Mozart was always a little curt, but he's like that with everyone! He always played such beautiful music when Sebastian and I were out hanging laundry! And Napoleon! Napoleon liked to tease me sometimes but he was always one of the first to help if I needed anything!"
"Abigail, calm down." the older woman rubbed her arm. "You've clearly been through something, that much is clear."
Abby sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her other arm.
"And I… I know it all sounds so… so… so ridiculous. But, this isn't something I could make up. There's just…too many specifics for it to be made up, Auntie."
"Yes, famous people being turned into vampires sounds right out of a romance novel my girlfriend Hazel'd love to read."
"You… you have a girlfriend?"
"Three of them. Hazel, Gertrude, and Maud. And yes, I do mean girlfriend in the same sense of feelings you and Vincent share. We're buying some land soon and having a few houses built so that we can all be neighbors. Your dad hates the idea of four old biddies living independently, though. We're retired, he shouldn't care what we do with our lives. Nosey little creatin, hmph!"
Abby shivered at the idea and memory of her father. Auntie smiled apologetically.
"But, to make up for upsetting my favorite niece, how about you take my future house and I'll live with one of the other girls? Free of charge."
Abby froze as her aunt continued.
"And you'll need more help than just a house with a new baby, after all. Gerty has 10 kids and at least 25 grandchildren and three great-grandkids; someone is bound to have some hand-me-downs you can have. Hazel used to be a teacher and has her hands in the local quilters guild and she's always out at a charity shop somewhere. Maud is quiet, but she's a wizard with tools and the most stone-faced driver you've ever seen. You should have seen her when we vacationed in Houston. And New York. And in Shanghai! That broad can drive, ha!"
"A-Auntie… I couldn't…"
"What, you were the one to reach out for help. And I'm giving it to you."
"B-but, Auntie, I couldn't take this much!"
"Don't think too much about it, baby girl." She pulled her into arms, hugging her tightly. "Your Auntie Eliza has always looked out for you, remember?"
Abby nodded, feeling tears in her eyes again but for a different reason.
"And… I'm glad to see you again, kiddo. You really did have all of us worried. Especially me."
Now Auntie Eliza was wiping her eyes, mysteriously not smudging her makeup.
"I wanted to choke your father when he came here, looking for you," she mumbled, "Giving me no answers. Just that you had disappeared in Paris without a trace."
"And, honestly, a phone call… or a letter would have been nice." She pouted. "I would have supported you if you said you'd eloped with a painter in Paris or something!"
"I'm not that adventurous, Auntie." Abby laughed quietly.
"Hmm, I doubt that. More than you're giving yourself credit for, anyway."
"You think so?"
Eliza smirked and pointed at her large belly.
"That certainly proves it."
Abby blushed and looked away, rubbing her belly out of habit. Eliza chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"Now, how about you and I have some tea and you can tell me about your adventures time-traveling and escaping the vampires. I'll have Maud take you back to your place later."
"…Thank you, Auntie."
"Anything, if it's for you, sweetie. I'm glad you're here …and alright. And happy."
The two smiled at each other, feeling like old times whenever Abby visited in her childhood. She felt safe and supported in her aunt's presence again, her strongest lifeline before Vincent came along.
They chatted as Abby told her story, how she time-traveled in Paris, meeting all the famous figures turned vampires, and, most important, how she and Vincent fell for each other, how they were separated and reunited again in the present day.
Auntie Eliza couldn't help but notice how much Abby had grown from her trip to the past (that's what they're calling it now, seeing as Abby wouldn't say anything to the contrary). How the once sullen little girl, afraid of her own shadow, was smiling more and talking excitedly, especially when she was talking about Vincent. Eliza had always been proud of her niece, more than her parents had ever been, but, even as she was being regaled with fantastical tales no one else would believe, she couldn't help but feel the change. A change for the better, in her opinion. When she met with Vincent again, she'd have to remember to thank him for helping Abby come out of her shell and into the woman she was becoming. And if she ever met this le Comte and all the others she met at this mansion she kept talking about, she'd have to thank them too, for helping her too. She put her hand under her chin with a smile, listening to Abby rattle on without a care in the world, glowing happily.
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Vincent sat on the couch of his and Abby's apartment, tapping a pencil in his hand with a sketchbook in his lap. On the page were several scribbled gestures from memory of Abby. Cameras were more advanced in this time and his phone was filled to the brim with pictures of her, of course, but it eased his nerves to sketch her. Messy as his lines were, he could still recognize her face and silhouette.
He should have gone with her, he thought for the hundredth time. He still had nightmares of the day she disappeared behind Comte's door, where he couldn't reach her for three months and a year. What if she disappeared again, he thought with horror. Her and their little son he never got to properly meet? Gone from his reach for good this time?
A small snap brought him back from his spiraling thoughts, broken wood and silvery lead coating his hand. Vincent breathed in and set the sketchbook and the crushed pencil on the couch.
"She will be back," he said softly. "She will be fine. They will both be fine."
He closed his eyes, picturing her perfectly in his mind's eye. Her inquisitive eyes as she watched him paint. The way her hair fell in her face when she was concentrating on something she was working on. Her graceful little hands cupping her belly more and more as she grew with their son. He reached out for her, longing to touch her, unfortunately only finding empty air.
He sighed heavily.
"I'll call her."
He fussed around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, finding her name in his favorites to call.
Before he could press the green call button however, the front door opened, revealing Abby with her hair all over the place and heavy bags in her arms.
"Schatje!" Vincent was quick on his feet, making his way towards her.
Her bags fell to the floor with a loud crash, revealing various baby items and knitted socks spilling everywhere. Before Vincent could react, however, two arms encircled him tightly while his lips were captured much the same way.
After a moment, Abby finally pulled away to catch her breath.
"We have a house, Vincent." she said.
"…What?"
"My auntie, she's… she's giving us a house!"
"Schatje?"
"I-I told her everything and she and her girlfriends are helping us. That's what all this stuff is. A-and there's more coming, too."
"More?"
"We don't have the room for it right now, but--a house, Vincent! We're getting a house!"
Vincent, still partially stunned at the news, could only smile at how happy Abby was. He reached for her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her escaping tears.
"That's wonderful news, Schatje." he said, "I'm so proud of you. See what you can do when you set your mind to things?"
She nodded, leaning into his touch.
"I'm glad things turned out so well."
Vincent pressed his cheek against hers, brushing back her mussy hair and holding her close.
"I'm glad you're back. I missed you."
He rubbed her back, his earlier anxiety evaporated as he was wrapped in her once again.
"I missed you too," she said before giggling, moving one of his hands on her belly. "We missed you."
Vincent laughed, feeling the little kick against his palm.
"And I missed you too, Little Theo. Just as passionate as your Oom."
Abby laughed softly, putting her hand over top his, leaning up to kiss him again. He returned her kiss in kind, pulling her in again, tempted to just sweep her into his arms and love her on the first surface he came across. He only refrained when he could sense her fatigue as she leaned against him.
Instead, he opted to sweep her up and put her in their bed, her squeal of surprise making him laugh again.
"But, Vincent, the bags…"
"We can clean them up later." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I said I missed you, remember?"
"Yes?"
"I'm correcting that now." He set her in the bed and crawled up next to her, pulling her closer.
"A-alright." She put her head on his chest, hearing his racing heart. She laced her hand with his, squeezing it gently. Vincent hummed in approval.
"Welcome back, Schatje."
"I'm glad to be back, my love. Today was a good day."
"Any day I'm with you is a good day."
"Yes, that's true."
Vincent pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair.
"…Vincent?"
"Hmm?"
"…Ik… Ik hou van jou."
Vincent looked at her blonde head as her fingers curled against his hand, feeling his cheeks warm. He then smiled and kissed her head.
"Ik houd ook van jou. You're getting better."
"T-thank you. I'd like to be able to fully talk to you in Dutch… one day. For Little Theo too."
"You're improving all the time. Have you been practicing the lullaby I taught you?"
"The one about the little sheep? It's so cute. It reminds of Lotte, Sebastian's sheep. I picture her whenever I'm practicing."
"Sing it for me? I want to hear how it sounds."
"…I don't have the pronunciation down quite right yet."
"I'll help you. Please, sing for me?"
Abby still hesitated, burying her face in his chest. Thinking he had pushed too far, he was about to apologize before he heard her soft voice, tentative in her notes and words.
"Slaap, kindje slaap… Daar buiten loop teen schaap…"
"Een schaap met witte voetjes," Vincent joined her when she stumbled, her soon following his lead, "Die drinkt zijn melk zo zeotjes…"
"Slaap, kindje slaap…" Her voice was growing softer, her eyes growing heavier.
"Slaap, Schatje, slaap…" Vincent sang to her, closing his eyes as well. "Slaap Schatje, slaap…"
He soon only heard her soft breathing, his love having indeed fallen asleep. Not that he was too far behind, comforted by her warmth and presence. He only released her hand to turn off the nearby lamp, picking her hand back up again the dark, keeping it close as sleep soon took over him too.
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Black Butler - Canon Eps Rewatch Commentary (part of season 1, season 3, book of murder & book of the atlantic) (*spoilers for the manga up until now, ch.210)
season 1 -*twirls hair* hiiiii sebastiaaaaan... teeheee -YUUKI KAJI WE MEET AGAIN! finny. -oof lizzie. i miss her -i'm very used to jun fukuyama as blue exorcist yukio and bungo stray dog ango, and hearing his grell voice makes me go "?!?!" -"this person is a hard worker," "that person is a hard worker," lies, all lies, have you seen how hard sebastian is working for his meal -oh dude, i don't remember how we met soma anymore, so seeing him this serious is so odd -is soma really like that? i remember him with more oomph, more pizazz, more... MORE from the manga :(
season 3 -heh, ep1 doing The Most to give us a who's-who -it's... it's the circus troupe... :") -miyano mamoru, miyano mamoru -SNAAAAAAAAAKEEEEEE -doll. -was i conditioned from the beginning to like dazai's voice acting? because i remember liking joker the first time i watched s3. i remember he stood out. was it a predestined path -YES! YES THAT'S SOMA, YES! YES!! -i have a problem and his name is miyano mamoru. HE'S SO ENTERTAINING -yes yes, this is the ridiculousness and playfulness i expect from black butler's sillier moments, thank you! -doll... if i catch you, doll... -WAAAAIT, first there's ciel on vincent's left and then there's ciel on vincent's right, IT WAS THERE ALL ALONGGGG -THERE ARE LITERALLY TWO CHILDREN, HOW DID I NOT NOTICE BEFORE THE REVEAL. the way despicable kelvin's eyes track the two children, the way it SEEMS like ciel's just doing circles around his father and has mood swings, that is insane omg -i love the phantomhive staff. and how ironic, isn't it, that they stay and protect ciel for the same reason the circus troupe stays with and protects their father -this is one of my favorite arcs, if not the favorite. i actually feel bad for the antagonists. they're criminals, but they're more complex than that. they have reason, conviction, a backstory, relationships. they're the villains, but they weren't bad people, only desperate. like, seeing beast's face when she's about to be blown up, seeing joker cry, it actually breaks my heart. also my heart breaks for ciel and his ptsd. and the fact that he chooses to let the children burn, it's so character-defining. i really do love this arc. a painful arc. -seeing ciel laughing at the workhouse, sebastian should be like "my meal is turning gourmet" -yeah, gimme a minute. i need a minute after this, i'm sad.
book of murder -you know what i love? yes, first and foremost sebastian and ciel are demon and prey. but that aside, as they are now, in their roles of master and butler, they're such a team. such comrades. -ciel about to give the performance of his lifetime over "dead" sebastian. and it's a damn good performance, i never tire of it. it hurts. and the staff's reactions are genuine anyway, and they're lovely -ciel to snake is like, "if you stay in the mansion, that's the fastest way to meet joker and the others again," and it's like, yes, yes it is, but not in the way you think -.-
book of the atlantic -dear lizzie. "sure, a man with snakes works for my fiance, no biggie." doesn't bat an eyelash. i miss lizzie. -oh man, seeing ciel protecting lizzie and lizzie trusting him knowing what comes next in the manga makes me tear up a little -i love lizzie. she makes me tear up, her story is so. -how ironic was it that it wasn't even our ciel that told lizzie strong women are scary? -i love this arc too -yes, yes, this, let's not forget that ciel and sebastian are funny together, and sebastian loves teasing ciel, and ciel loves to give sebastian a hard time. -undertaker, if villain why so pretty! -tsk, i love ciel and sebastian. -alright. i'm all ready for the new season :)
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vinjaryou · 1 year ago
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Vincent 1-26 bonus question is where does he take Reilena on their first date
OH BOY~ *cracks knuckles* I am gonna skip a few of them due to being answered here, so they'll be crossed out, and I'll stick a cut in after the first to save everyone's dashes (because hi, I ramble).
1: Why do you like or dislike this character?
I fell for him at first sight; the first time I flipped through a friend's game guide while he was approaching Nibelheim, I saw Vincent's picture and said "we're getting him, right? because i love him," and I pulled an all-nighter to get him in my party during a playthrough of my own, lol. At first, it was the aesthetic, but then you find that there's so much more to his character. He's not a melodramatic brooding vampire - he's a former Turk with regrets, who was shot (and killed, depending on your interpretation), experimented on, given immortality, and wanted to sleep away the rest of his years to atone. He cares so deeply, but has been hurt so he keeps it to himself. He's a loner, but enjoys the company of his friends/found family. He may look frightening and cold, but the looks hide a warm, sensitive, caring soul, someone that can be trusted and depended upon even if he says at first "I want no part of this," because he's compassionate. He's there for others.
He's a deep, multidimensional person that deserves so much better than what he was given in life at first, and deserves to be cared for, loved, and to live freely; he has atoned for what happened, and for so much more.
I love him.
2: Favorite canon thing about this character?
3: Least favorite canon thing about this character?
I don't like that out of everyone in the VII group, we know the least about his past. He was in the Turks, he was a bodyguard for those involved in the Jenova Project, he had a crush on Lucrecia, his father was Grimoire Valentine… and that's it. I know part of that is due to him being made an optional character due to time constraints, but man. Even Dirge only went into his Turk past while working at Shinra Mansion.
4: If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I want to read his life story; give me a novel about Vincent Valentine (lord knows I've written enough about him, lol).
5: What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
The stereotypical answer would be either REDEMPTION or The Nightmare Begins; for me, a song that comes to mind is The Cure's 'Burn,' from The Crow.
6: What's something you have in common with this character?
Quiet personalities that take time to warm up to others, overthinking things, and determination. Also, neither of us look our true ages.
7: What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
8: What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you don't like?
9: Could you be roommates with this character?
I think so; we'd know to give each other space until we're comfortable enough, and would be fine with spending time together in quiet company.
10: Could you be best friends with this character?
Probably, yes.
11: Would you date this character?
Again, possibly? I'd go out with him, but I'd see us becoming close friends more than anything.
12: What's a headcanon you have for this character?
He enjoys card games; though he tends to politely decline at first when invited into a game, Vincent will join in eventually, and just might end up the winner. He has an excellent poker face.
13: What’s an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
Either a coffin (because let him sleep) or a solemn face. The eyeroll/annoyed face is when Yuffie blows up his phone.
14: Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Please put this man in corsets/a corset vest. He has the perfect figure for it, and they'd look so good on him (I'm not biased lol, but uh, a corset is part of his work uniform in the casino AU I am forever writing little scenarios for while I work on the actual longfic).
15: What’s your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn’t matter if it’s canon or not.)
Vincent/Reilena; yes it's my canon/oc ship, and I love them dearly.
16: What’s your least favorite ship for this character?
Romantically? Yuffentine. Never saw the appeal to it; age difference aside, their personalities are so radically opposite of each other, I don't see it working out at all. Hell, their friendship took time, and even then Vincent still gets tired of her antics (though he knows she means well). Though to be fair, I also headcanon Yuffie as asexual, so I don't ship her romantically with anyone.
17: What’s a ship for this character you don’t hate but it’s not your favorite that you’re fine with?
Valenwind; it's been a longtime brOTP of mine. Also, VinVeld with the more I've seen of it.
18: How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
His friendship with Reeve; I like their banter early on in DoC, especially Vincent's quip about Reeve's outfit. Also, his concern over Tifa in OG is sweet and helps show his compassion - it's another pair that I don't ship romantically, but platonically.
Also, I can absolutely see him and Shalua talking and bonding over Lucrecia's research. SHALUA DESERVED BETTER, DAMMIT.
19: How about a relationship they have in canon that you don’t like?
If this was me years ago, I would've said Lucrecia without hesitation. Now? …I don't know. Perhaps the eventual friendship with Shelke, because it's written in such a rushed and creepy manner.
20: Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?
I could see him and Cloud being good friends down the line; I don't ship Strifentine romantically, but they'd be a brOTP over time, sure. Also him and Barret becoming friends is a fun possibility, too; John becoming Vincent's hype man during Matt's VA announcement helped, XD
21: If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?
GIVING HIM HIS HAPPINESS, lol; I like showing his warmth and humanity, giving him reasons to smile and let his guard down, and just… be. Letting his actual personality show when he's comfortable, and getting into that vulnerability.
Something I don't like doing when I write for Vincent? Reaching into his mind and tormenting him, making him relive his worst nightmares and 'what-if' moments; I know it's character growth, but dear god, he's gone through enough, fffffff.
22: If you’re a fic reader, what’s something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don’t like?
Found family - if Advent Children proved anything, it's that this group is close no matter the physical distance. Also, Uncle Vince is adorable.
Not much of a fan of him being portrayed as a weakling.
23: Favorite picture of this character?
I HAVE WAY TOO MANY, UH...
*dives into the Vincent art folder, goodbye world~*
24: What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?
Pretty much a given/expected, but I don't care: D from Vampire Hunter D, and Testament from Guilty Gear. D is more Vincent in the OG and through AC, while Testament (especially Strive!Testament) is more AC through Dirge and post-canon, personality-wise.
25: What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
Then: I love him (based purely on his looks and entrance), but I thought he was a little too cold and emotionless at first, and wanted to get to know more about just why he was so "......" over damn near everything.
Now: I love him, and he deserves nothing but happiness and good things, because he has gone through more hell than anyone else ever should or needs to in one lifetime.
26: FREEBIE QUESTION!!
Oh man, first date... without counting the Gold Saucer, since that was more of an impromptu one...
Vincent would go the typical 'first date' route and take Reilena out to dinner. Tifa would try suggesting they just hit up the Seventh Heaven, Vincent says "no" because he knows she and the others would be peeking in on them, but relents and says that maybe they'll stop there for drinks later while making reservations elsewhere. Depending on the time of year, it might be an outdoor place, otherwise they'd get a booth/table in a corner for privacy, to let them both talk and enjoy each other's company.
There would be a definite "...oh~" moment for both of them, since it'd be a nicer place, and this would be one of the first times they've seen each other dressed up. Sir, is that a little flush in your cheeks~? And yes, he would bring her flowers, because he remembered Aerith's advice.
It would be a late night, and depending on how close the chosen restaurant is to Reilena's place, Vincent would walk her home (because he is a gentleman and wants to be sure she's safe), quiet laughter because they don't really want to end the night once they're at the door...
...and then they both lean in at the same time for a mutual good-night kiss. Does it deepen after a few seconds? Yes it does ♥
Does she invite him in to stay the night~?
♥♥~
(and it's a good thing Reilena silenced her phone during the date, as the next morning when she looks at it, there's texts from Tifa asking for 'all the saucy details~')
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After the First Kiss
705 words, canon(vincent) x oc, sh3, fluff, rated g
There’s always so much buildup to the first kiss. There’s pining and waiting for what feels like forever, and then it all reaches a crescendo when lips finally touch. Credits roll, next TV romance movie comes on. New couple, new first kiss.
But it’s not like that in reality. What happens now, after that first kiss? Does something come next? Do we move on like nothing happened? Do we stumble in some kind of primordial tango to a hotel to go all the way or do we hold hands like elementary schoolers giving out valentines?
But you just smile at me. A cute, boyish smile, not the sort of sneer you sometimes give behind Sister Claudia’s back. 
“That haunted house must have gotten to you more than you let on,” you say. “You’re still trembling.” 
“Don’t tease me, Vincent,” I reply, matching your innocent smile with a knowing one of my own. “You’re the one who jumped at least once in every room.” 
You lean in, letting your eyes dart over my features like you’re memorizing them. I could kiss you again, right now. We’re so close already, I can smell the tobacco and paper. 
But then you pull back and give an innocent shrug, like you had just gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
“In my defense, I had been planning on shooting for a fireworks backdrop, but…” you trail off to pointedly cock an eyebrow. “... I got the feeling that you didn’t want to wait.” 
“Oh, I waited plenty,” I say. “Trust me, there have been lots of opportunities for me to kiss you, but…” 
“But confession would have been awkward?” 
Both of us laugh at that one.
“Well, in the hopes of getting a second date, I should probably let you know that nothing like that will be necessary. In fact, I think God would be pretty relieved to see me get out of the church more often.” 
You start walking away from the mansion, gesturing for me to join you.
“Asking me out on a second date in the middle of the first one?” I ask. “Isn’t that a bit premature?” 
“I don’t like to let opportunities pass me by, that’s all.”
Something in the way you speak makes me pause. Opportunity. I guess our relationship could be considered an ‘opportunity’, but it feels strange. Cheap. Like we’re walking through a used car lot instead of an amusement park. 
“Hey.” 
Your hand on my back draws me back to reality. 
“Thought I lost you there,” you say.  
I shake my head, and you take a moment to slip your arm from my back to around my shoulder. It’s a cheesy move, and judging from the eyeroll you give yourself, that fact isn’t lost on you, either. 
I smile as I take a moment of my own to lean in and give you a kiss on the cheek. PDA might be a bit awkward for the both of us, but I enjoy it. I think you do too, since you have a trace of pink on your face when I pull back.
“So, where to next?” I ask.
You adjust your glasses, looking deep in thought. Then, “I think we should hit the roller coaster.” 
Your words hang in the air for a minute, and I can feel a pit forming in my stomach when I notice the edges of your mouth twitching. 
“Vincent…” I narrow my eyes. “Really, I asked you not to tease me, you know.”
I’m rewarded with your laughter, and I watch as you shake your head.
“It was like the blood completely drained out of your face! Did your life flash in front of your eyes there for a moment?” 
I don’t dignify you with an answer, instead crossing my arms and looking away with a pout. But you pull me back in, pressing your lips against my hair to muffle your last giggles. 
“Oh come on,” you speak against my skin. “I know for a fact that if you didn’t enjoy being teased, you wouldn’t be here.”
And that makes all the blood come rushing right back to my face. 
Triumphant, you lead me onward– though, thankfully, not to the roller coaster.
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