#AHS fanficfion

[gauchestardust]

Lipstick - a RenRuki fanficfion.

In the Kuchiki manor, Rukia sits on the floor, Renji, who got invited by the girl, does the same, as the only thing separating them is the kotatsu. The manor's ambient is silent and solitary. The duo doesn't share a single word – they've been together since they were kids, Renji always talked to Rukia about literally anything. A mutual trust. The two shinigami know very well they can tell anything to each other. But this time: something's off. Both shinigami avoid each other's stares. Their faces are pink, red even, and hot too. It's like they were in a hot summer, although it's actually a very cold winter in Soul Society.

After what feels to be an eternity of silence, the red-haired shinigami finally speaks up. "So, Rukia...what have you been up to these days? I've been too busy working with Kuchiki-taicho– your brother. And...yeah, we didn't see each other a lot." He asks. In the same moment, the black-haired girl replies. "Ah, I think I've been okay. Matsumoto-san from the 10th division asked me to go shopping with her. I tried to tell her i needed to finish my duties with Ukitake-taichou, but well, it's Matsumoto Rangiku...she obviously haven't heard me." She replies.

"Ehh? And what have you two bought?"

"Well- a lot of clothes for Matsumoto-san, and she also offered herself to buy some dresses for me. And that's what she did." Sigh. "And also...a lipstick."

"Lipstick?? Really, Rukia? I don't think I remember ever seeing you wearing those."

"She told me it would be a great idea! For a..." At the moment Rukia formulates this phrase, her face slowly turns pinker than it already was. "...a certain reason."

"Oh really? And what would THAT reason be?" Renji comes closer to Rukia's face, with a smirk, as the girl tells him to shut up. "Mhm? Come on!"

"Ngh...!" She groans, pulling the redhead away. She gets up, walking to the closest dressing table. She approaches the small mirror and slowly applies the pink lipstick. Rukia does it in a slow pace, trying to seduce Renji (jokingly www). And surprisingly, it worked...! When the black-haired girl put the piece of makeup down, she saw him blushing even more.

"She looks so...h-hot..." Thinks Renji Abarai to himself, and quickly notices Rukia doing a gesture with her hand – a sign of 「come closer ♡」 – an opportunity he surely doesn't want to lose. The red-haired shinigami looks at his surroundings. "...well...Byakuya-taichou isn't here. Which means YOUR BROTHER isn't here. S-so..."

Renji gets up and walks to Rukia. Their huge size difference is noticeable. The male red-haired shinigami is so tall, being impressively 188cm (6'2 ft.), while the female black-haired shinigami is so petite, being just 144cm (4'9 ft.) – and he LOVES IT in her. He easily lifts her up, squeezing her small waist. She's just like a goddess in all ways! But that doesn't matter. At least not for now. It's time for Renji Abarai to feast the main course: her lips. This make him feel like fainting...!

They want to lose control. Renji wants to play with Rukia's lips, coated by that pink lipstick – it even has a scent, cherries...probably has a taste too.

"Ready?" The star asks.

"You bet I am." The stray dog replies.

But in the moment their lips are almost touching, both just pull away, blushing. "A-agh...! I don't know if I can do this...! I've never done this before..." The short shinigami groans, holding on her hairlocks. As for the tall shinigami, letting out a small sigh, gently holds her by the cheeks. Oh god...she's so soft, like a little bunny...

"Yo, Rukia. Don't worry, okay? Y-you know it's also my first kiss." He grins. "I gotta be honest. Since we've begun to get closer to each other...even before training to be shinigami...I have always dreamed of having you on m-my arms...you know, kissing you...–"

"..." Rukia doesn't know what to say. She just keeps listening.

"And y'know...knowing my first kiss will actually be with you...i-it's so— m-mhm...?!?!"

Renji looks down, only to see he got interrupted by Rukia, pulling him by the yukata's collar, on the tip of her toes. Her lips finally touches his. A kiss that starts kindly, but slowly turns into a hot kiss, as Renji holds Rukia on his arms, sharing the pinnacle of passion for a silly duo of teen lieutenants.

He responds to this, pinning her on the floor, with her arms open, as the kiss keeps going. Not only their lips touch, but their tongues too. Rukia lets out soft moans, squirming in pleasure. "Renji~...o-oh my god...~" She says, breaking the kiss. "T-that was...wonderful...magical..."

"Ehehe...y-yeah...that was awesome, Rukia. Look, thank you so much. Thanks for being my first one." Renji speaks up, thanking her. He have always known, but now it's definitive: he wants to be with Rukia Kuchiki forever. He wants to marry, have a life with her.

But before he could even finish the phrase, this time he gets pinned in the floor. He looks at Rukia pinning him, seeing a smirk on her face. He's going to get rewarded.

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Now, the only things heard inside the Kuchiki manor were kissing, smooching noises and the male shinigami moaning. And after that, Rukia picked up the small mirror from the dresser and showed it to Renji. The redhead had the best vision he'd ever seen on his entire life, his reflection, his loose hair, as Rukia untied it during their moment; his face full of her lipstick marks, not only face, but neck too. And it's obvious that the shorter shinigami wouldn't stop right there.

"Well~ since my brother isn't here...we can make the most of our little fun time. Let's just hope no one comes at us now~" Rukia says, trying to act seductively. Turns out she's not the absolute best at this, but Renji loves it anyway.

"Oh god. Why not? We're lieutenants, we gotta have a break sometime." Renji gets up, picking up Rukia and carrying her to her room. It's so...so adorable. He puts her down on the bed and decides to take a look at the room.

It's full of bunny related things, especially related to chappy. There's some dresses scattered in the closet, the dresses Rangiku bought to Rukia, and also that dress Uryu made for her. And also...he notices something on the counter, he looks closer and picks it up.

It's that Chappy keychain he gave her while she was hurt, resting on that futon. He bought to her but turns out at the time, Ukitake-taichou gave her a HUGE Chappy, bigger than Soul Society as a whole. He got very envious and jealous at the time. He looks at the Chappy keychain, seeing she took great care of it, she actually loved it...it's a dear gift for her. Despite not being very used to affection, those gifts were the embodiment of heaven to Rukia. Gifts that comforted her.

The two lieutenants look at each other as Renji walks to Rukia and hugs her. "I love you." That's what they say at the same time, descending into their little heavenly moment of kissing — with love, a small temporary paradise for them.

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Some days after their act, Rukia encounters Rangiku walking on the snowy streets, wearing a charming, pink scarf. "Ah, Matsumoto-san...!" The shorter girl calls her attention. The busty woman turns to her, examining Rukia with her blue eyes.

"Oh? Oh, hey, Kuchiki-chan!" She grins, leaning at her. "Why are you speaking to me all of sudden? I thought you'd be busy." Rangiku says, chuckling. Rukia just rolls her eyes.

"I just wanted to thank you..." She says, looking at Rangiku's grin turning into a confused face. She then explains. "You know...thank you for giving me that lipstick. It was because of it I could...a-agh..." She pulls the taller woman closer and whispers in her ear. "I-I filled Renji with kisses...and he loved it."

"Y-you what?!?! My my...! I'm so happy for you, Rukia...how was it? Did you two enjoy the moment?" The busty lady asks gently, seeming genuinely happy for Rukia. "You deserve it! You two are so close to each other...it was already expected."

Rukia blushes, looking away. "Y-yeah. But anyways...thank you so much, Matsumoto-san...I could finally kiss him...well, we can...go shopping later in the human world if you want to." The black-haired girl smiles and then walks away.

Rangiku Matsumoto waves to Rukia as she walks away. Then, she turns to walk back to the 10th division. "She's so happy, it's adorable. It surely worked. I'm so glad I could help her in love~"

Additional notes: look, this was my first...long fanfiction? since the others i have made were too short, though that ive never submitted them. i will post this one on AO3...when i have the motivation to.

i'm not used to writing these, but i hope you all like it. i'm a fan of renruki (i want to find more merch of them but it's so hard to find in aliexpress...), and to satisfy my renruki needs, i wrote this. hope you like it.

[saint-lily]

I loved that piece of AK fanficfion you wrote! Kal’tsit is just so great, and you wrote her well!!😘

Ah wow, thanks so much! I love Kal'tsit a lot, so it's really nice to hear people think I did her justice. Definitely planning to write some more arknights, maybe even a followup to that fic since I'm apparently incapable of just writing a oneshot and leaving it at that dkdhd

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine How Violet Sending you away changed you.....

Part one 

Part two

Part three

Part four

part five

part six

“Tate! Tate!” Violet stood in her room, knowing he would show up as soon as his name left her mouth. When he appeared, she could see that he had clearly been crying, and before she could tell him she understood his actions, Tate cut her off.

“Why did you send her away?” His voice cracking as new tears appeared.

He had found you crying in the kitchen, Constance trying to comfort you, as Moria just ignored the whole scene behind her. Tate’s heart broke as he took a seat beside you, placing a hand on your back. Constance glaring as you lifted your head and leaned into him, his arms wrapping around you as he gently kissed the top of your head.

“I think it is time you left Constance.” He calmly said over your sobs, causing the woman to slowly raise and leave through the back door, and then he addressed Moria, “I hope you will not take this the wrong way, but if you could please...”

“I will, but before I do, I just want you to know this is all your fault. If it wasn’t for you and your twisted behav...”

“GET OUT MORIA!” You pulled away and screamed through the tears, before burying your head into Tate’s shoulder, your hands hiding your face as he tightened his embrace. She was gone in an instance.

“She sent me away.” You finally whimpered, “I showed her, and she sent me away.”

“What?” His heart breaking at the pain he had indirectly caused you. He never wanted to hurt you, he only wanted to protect the relationship he held with Violet.

Your response to him was your silence, you couldn’t even fathom a answer as you cried, unaware that Tate also wept with you.

Then he heard her calling him, however he wasn’t going to answer, until...

“Go, see what she wants.” You whispered, pulling back slightly, and wiping the running eyeliner from your face.

“I don’t want to...”

“Tate, all I want is your happiness, so please go to her, and accept her forgiveness for hiding the truth from her.” Your hands wiping his own tears, before you added, “I will go play with Beau, I will be fine, I promise.”

“I love you.” He whispered to you before he rose to go to Violet

“I love you too.”

“She is supposed to be my friend, and she lied to me.” Violet replied

“I told her too, it isn’t her fault...”

“You mean just like you lied to me about being dead?” She snapped

“Now that is totally different.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Oh so I was supposed to just look at you and say, “Hey I’m Tate, I’m dead, wanna hook up?”

“Listen, I am not sending her away forever, I just need some space. So how about you and me just play some more games, and forget about this whole shit show.” She lied.

“She is...”

“Tate, I love you.”

With those words, Tate dropped the whole subject, his love for her overtaking his mind, as his frustration with her decision disappeared.

You sat on the front porch, cigarette in hand as Constance approached you.

“Mother.” You greeted as she took a seat beside you, lighting her own cigarette as you exhaled.

“Daughter.”

“What brings you to the murder house today?” You exhaled as she leaned back and looked at you.

“Lawrence is in jail, for the murder of Travis.”

“Don’t you find it odd that all your lovers are either trapped in this house, or in prison because of this house.”

“Your father is...”

“You really think I don’t know that you killed Daddy in this house along with Moria?” You asked with a smile as she marveled at the intelligence you have.

“Does your brother...”

“No. I didn’t tell him that Daddy was dead. It would hurt him too much.”

“Has he ever shown himself to you?”

“Never. I have asked before, but he never does.” You put the cigarette out on the step, and mimicked her position as you looked out at the street.

“She still hasn’t asked you back, has she?”

“No. She has been spending more time with Tate, which is all I could ever ask for.”

“We all know how this is going to end though [Y/N]. We have to be prepared to...”

“She seems to be looking past the fact that Tate has his own issues, and is being open and inviting to him. That is all I have ever wanted for Tate, and if it means I have to sacrifice my own friendship with her, then I will do it.”

“I am sorry I was a shit mother.” She whispered, “You took on so much responsibility as a child, you raised your older brother, and your younger siblings, you cared so much for them you put them above yourself. Even in death, you can not stand letting their feelings and desires fall behind your own.”

“I am a shit sister.” You replied, “All of us a dead, my brother is a murderer, my other brother is still scared to mess up, my little sister is dead, and Addie....” your eyes started to water, “If I had just heard her at the fucking door when she knocked, if I had ignored Violet, and stayed downstairs, Addie would still be here.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you beautiful soul. You are the best thing to ever happen to the Langdon family, and you are the most genuine sister.” She put a hand on your knee, and continued, “I never want you to believe that lie ever again.”

“Yes Mother.” You replied as she removed her hand, “Now what do you say we figure out something else to do, other then destroy what’s left of our lungs?”

“Sure Mother.” You smiled, before you both went to the basement.

Weeks later you sat in the parlor, head leaning back against the couch as the puffs of grey smoke danced around above you. For the days were lonely for most of the day, Tate hadn’t spoken to you, at request of the girl who you betrayed, and the other ghost wouldn’t talk to you because of the horrible things your brother did, the fact that you even defended him made you a enemy. The only one who would still speak to you was Beau, Rosie, and your mother, but Beau never left the attic, Rosie didn’t want to come out of hiding, and your mother.... Well Ben and Moria haven’t been the nicest to her, so her visits were limited.

As you watched the smoke spread out above you, you felt the couch slightly dip beside you. A delicate hand brushed against your face as she wiped away tears you didn’t know you made.

“Don’t cry Dearest, Life is too short...”

“Nora, I don’t want to hear it, not today.”

“Tate has betrayed me.”

“Join the club, I am sure all the other ghosts will love to have a new addition to the I hate Tate Langdon club.” Your response was dry

“He won’t give me my baby.” She slowly breathed out, as you lolled your head to one side.

“Nora.” You whispered, as she looked at you, “I don’t give a fucking shit. He is just saying that because of Violet, and his blind love for her, but chances are, one of those babies ain’t gonna even make it through the birth, so you will get your baby. Tater tot is just trying to scare ya.”

“Why would he do that?” She whispered

“Because the world is cruel, and he doesn’t realize just how much the world changed him before he died.”

That’s when you heard the protests of a young girl, and the rebuttals of a desperate man, leaning up and looking past Nora you saw Ben dragging Violet out of the house, panic rising in you as he slammed the door.

“Shit.” You hissed as you rushed to the door, knowing she can’t leave. As you hurried towards the gate you tried to make a excuse, and quickly made yourself seen, “Hey Violet, are you ready to... oh Hello, you must be Mr. Harmon.”

“Who are you?” Ben’s face twisted, as Violet’s filled with rage.

“Oh I am Tiffany Robertson.” You answered, “Violet and I have to work on a school project today, it is due Monday and right now is the only time we both had free to work on it.”

“Well I am sorry bu....”

“Dad, please, this is a really important grade, and Tiffany is right, we can only work on it today. I will see Mom when she gets back.”

“You promise.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, nice to meet you Tiffany.” Ben loaded himself in the car as you started towards Violet, who was looking at you with slight disgust.

“What the fuck was that?” She hissed as you both started towards the house, but when she looked beside her, you were gone.

“You will never believe what just happened!” She exclaimed to Tate as she shut the door, and looked at her boyfriend who was typing away on the laptop.

“Your dad knows you aren’t in the car, and there is no explanation to why...”

“Your sister convinced him to not make me go.” She snapped, causing Tate to look at her in confusion, “I told her to go away, and she fucking....”

“Saved your ass.” Tate snapped

“Disregard my wishes.” She slumped into the bed next to him, and laid flat on her back

“Well if you ask me, She did what any best friend should, and saved your ass from having to explain to your parents that this whole house is haunted, and that you are dead.” He whispered, “So maybe you should just be thankful that she did.”

You walked back in the parlor and found Nora was gone, but Moria had filled the space, dusting away as she hummed to you.

“Silly girl, always protecting the ones you love, even when they don’t want you too.” She hummed as you flopped back down on the couch.

“Well what was I supposed to do, just let her expose all of us to her family as the undead?”

“No honey, that is what you are telling yourself, but we know the real root cause of you doing it. You don’t want Violet to tell her parents that Tate is dead, and have them google his sickening past.”

“Moria, my mother might as well have shot you in both of your eyes.” You slowly rose from the couch and started towards the attic, knowing that she was partly right.

“You can’t be here!” Billie yelled as Tate exposed himself in the kitchen doorway, both Violet’s and Constance’s eyes falling on the boy. You stood between the two, refusing to expose yourself to the three who stood in the room with you, however ready to lunge at her for trying to cast him away.

“I just want to...”

“You have done enough, to your mother, to Violet, to everyone in this house.” Billie hissed before turning her eyes towards the empty space, “I can’t even imagine the pain you must feel towards him, so young, so beautiful, taken so young by your selfless act of love for a monster.”

“I am not...”

“Go away Tate. I will tell you how you can help later.” You replied, Tate looking at you with dark eyes as he slowly slipped away.

“The best help he can give us is letting us outcast him too.” She whispered, as Constance took her hand, muttering some nonsense to Violet, who was glaring at the empty space next to her, as you looked at Billie with the same cold eyes that your brother just gave you.

Later she was alone at the table, cigarette in hand, as Violet and Constance searched for the few valuable items she needed. You slowly pulled the chair out across from her, lighting your own cigarette as you whispered, “How did you know I was listening earlier?”

“I could feel your energy, compared to the others in this house, your’s feels very warm, however I feel the regret that you carry for recent events.”

“Why won’t you let Tate help you?”

“He is cold, suffocating almost. I could hear all the ghosts protest when he tried to enter, the whole energy of the house screaming murder, and disloyalty. When he entered the room all the warmth of the room seemed to vanish, except for one spot. Where you were standing.”

“Bullshit.” You hissed as you leaned back in the chair.

“Only someone pure could resist his darkness, someone who loved unconditionally, I heard you send him away, I heard the love towards him that you feel, and I felt the ache you felt doing it, and felt it deepen when Violet flared at you. I know all about you [Y/N], I know how you died, and I know what he took from you, and I know how he made you....”

“You don’t know shit lady. If you did you would let my brother help.” You pushed away from the table, and started storming towards the kitchen door, however her words refusing to stop you as she called, “You know what your brother truly is. You know that he is burdened with the darkness of this house’s energy, and that this house altered who he was. You can’t pretend to deny it forever.”

[antichristsxbox]

Take a Look Inside

Summary: On Christmas Eve, you and Michael go out for a fancy dinner in order to exchange gifts. 

From the writer: Hey guys, Merry Christmas! I decided to write this based off of one of my favorite Christmas songs— I hope you like it, this is very silly! Feel free to drop in my inbox with any requests you have, although this will be the only Christmas fic I write this year because I’m honestly done with the Christmas vibe and I’m ready for 2020! If you enjoyed this, all likes and reblogs are appreciated + check out more fics I’ve written on my masterlist! :)

Word count: 557

For Christmas Eve, you and Michael decided to go for a romantic dinner alone and exchange gifts by yourselves. Of course, you would visit family and attend a couple parties after dinner was finished. Now, though, Michael was your main focus. He had a private room reserved in the back of the restaurant so you would not be bothered by the overwhelming background noise of loud families and upset, screaming children. Although children were not welcome here in the first place, many families overlooked this rule and the staff turned a blind eye to large, paying families— especially on Christmas Eve.

The table was set nicely, two knives and forks at each table setting, the outside utensils being slightly smaller than the inner ones. A small vase with three red roses sat in the center of the rectangular table. The warm glow from the gas-lit wall sconces bounced from the high points of Michael’s face, his golden curls and prominent cheekbones glimmering back at you.

Gifts were a special thing between you and Michael. Sure, you would surprise each other with something fun every now and then. Sometimes, you would surprise him at home with his favorite treats if you noticed they were restocked at the store— he is very fond of Freakshow Cabernet Sauvignon. But, tonight called for a more expensive alternative— your favorite, Veuve Clicquot. Michael insists he has an even better surprise for you, but you wonder what he could do to top this. An amazing dinner with the love of your life— how could this get any better?

“I’ve got something really important to give you,” he says, looking down towards his lap, grinning, then looking back up at you with a gleaming smile. His newfound giddiness has you getting excited for what he is about to present you with. The tinsel on the top of the gift crackles as he fiddles with it, but the gift itself is still out of sight for you.

“Get up, Love, come over here for me,” he says, gazing up at you with a smirk on his face. Your heart begins to pound as you stand and walk towards Michael’s side of the table, unknowing what to expect. To your surprise, there is a big box sitting on Michael’s lap. This gift must be huge, you think to yourself. Slowly, you approach Michael’s chair and rest your hand on the back of his seat. After you lean down for a quick kiss, Michael beckons for you to open the lid to the box.

“It’s a very special gift,” he says leaning back and shifting towards the table. You rest your hand on the lid but then look back at him with a quizzical look on your face, an eyebrow raising in questioning and anticipation. Slowly, you lift the lid on the box, expecting it to be full of wrapping paper surrounding a pair of shoes or small boxes of jewelry. In the first few seconds of slowly opening the box, all you see is blank cardboard. But, as you keep looking down, you find a very unexpected surprise. Glistening top, a flushed yet light-palish tone, and upright— ready for you.

“It’s your dick in a box,” you say with a flat tone. Looking back at Michael, his smirk grows wider every second that passes.

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[ritualmichael]

picnicking with michael

It was finally fall, your favorite season. The days were getting cooler and the leaves were turning burnt orange and red. Everything just seemed more peaceful. So did the boy who had his head in your lap, his eyes closed as you read to him.

Michael had suggested you both go on a picnic today, he could tell you had the urge to get out of the house and be outside for a while. You always loved the fresh air and sunlight, often times finding yourself sitting out on the balcony to your apartment. You had both finished the sandwiches that Michael had messily prepared in the kitchen before you left, both getting comfortable on the blanket spread out beneath you.

He had his head in your lap as he laid down and you had your book in one of your hands and the other running through his blonde hair. The sun was warming you both and the cool breeze brushed past you, making Michael’s hair blow onto his face, which you kept brushing back.

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall,” you read from your tattered, overused copy of The Great Gatsby. Michael hummed and his eyes fluttered open, gently pushing the book back so he can see you.

He mumbles a soft, “C’mere” and reaches up, slipping his hand behind your neck and pulling your head down to give him a quick, but gentle kiss.

“Are you sick of listening to me yet?” you asked, sitting back up and running your fingertips over his cheekbone. He looked ethereal in the warm sunlight, it amazed you that you were with someone like him.

“I could listen to you read that book forever and never get tired of hearing your voice,” he said, giving you a relaxed smile and closed his eyes again. He turned over so that his nose was brushing against your shirt, one of his arms wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help the grin that pulled on your lips, pushing your fingers through his wavy hair a few more times before going back to your book.

You lost track of time, reading through numerous chapters until the sun started setting. As you read, Michael would shift around or draw shapes against your thighs or back, slipping his hand under your shirt. You looked up from the pages, noticing the dimming light and seeing the colorful clouds.

“Michael,” you whispered, setting your book down and gently resting your hand on his cheek, your thumb grazing his smooth skin.

He looked up at you with sleepy eyes, turning onto his back and stretching out his body. It kind of shocked you that he was able to lay there for so long, just listening to you without wanting to get up.

“Are you going to finish the book when we get home?” he asked, sitting up with a little groan as he straightened his posture.

“You really like it that much?” you asked, grinning at the boy in front of you. The sunset was turning everything around you pink, and the warm glow casted itself onto Michael. He nearly took your breath away.

“I really like you that much,” he said, leaning closer to you and pressing his lips to yours with a smile. Mumbling against your lips, he continued, “which means I like listening to you read your favorite book.” He spoke between kisses which made you giggle, blushing at his words.

“Even if I do think you may have a bit of a crush on Gatsby...” he continued, pulling away and raising a brow at you, biting back a smile.

“Is someone jealous of a fictional character?” you teased, giving his shoulder a gentle push.

“He may be some rich big shot, but at least I can do this,” he said, pulling you closer to him and grabbing your face, kissing you once again. It was gentle and even though you were both jokingly teasing each other, you could feel how much he loved you through the kiss. Pulling away, you bit your lip as you smiled, shaking your head at Michael.

“Don’t worry about him, he dies anyway,” you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

“Yeah, I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon,” Michael retorted, leaning in for another kiss.