#And if I could I wouldn't dare to fearing I am Wrong

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS! What is the best novel you've ever read? What did you like about it, from a storytelling perspective? Has it influenced or informed your own approach?

Happy STS! (Or whatever day it is when I manage to answer that.)

I actually don't know. I am one of those people who dare to read for a bit of escapism only, and the books I like most are probably not literary masterpieces.

Märchenmond by Wolfgang und Heike Hohlbein was the best book, because it was the first "real" fantasy book I read. I guess it would be middle grade? Just like the protagonist, I forgot Twix was a chocolate bar, not just a fairy, and afterwards I made my way through all other books by those authors my mom had, and when I was done, I got a library card.

Once Stolen by D. N. Bryn was the best book, because I was crying in bed for an hour, and then I wanted to write again, because I found little pieces of myself there, and I wanted to put them somewhere.

Wolfsaga by Käthe Recheis was the best book, because it was beautiful and heartbreaking and hopeful and everything.

Tor der Verwandlung (Transformation) by Carol Berg was the best one, because barely managed to force myself to stop reading at 4am (with work in the morning.)

The Wind Witch by Susan Dexter was the best book, because the protagonist is a woman who has always lived in the shadow of her (male) relatives and wants to take control back over her life after her husband dies. Yes yes, she has to save the world, but most of all, she'll make sure she keeps the farm for a year and a day so it becomes hers.

But analyzing things on a deeper level? Really paying attention to the details? School ruined that for me. I love language. I love reading. I love writing. When our 6th grade teacher suggested making a notebook with our favorite poems, I did (still have it.) I figured out how to trick the library self checkout into letting me borrow more than 30 books.

And yet in my German finals I had a barely passing grade, and why? Because nothing matters, other than that you interpret the shit in front of you in exactly the same as everyone else. And in English? Not a chance.

Sometimes, I see commentary here praising the prose of some books or snippets, and I would never have seen that ever, and my "I liked this :)" feels very inadequate.

So the best books to me live rent free in my head for years, I name pets and characters after them when I try out a game, I take little bits and pieces into what I hope to create, ... but I couldn't you tell a single thing that objectively or on a technical level makes them special.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my godd!!! I just read your Jason's Doll fic and I am cackling!! oh I just adore it! much love to you and your work!!❤️🩷💝

A smear article suddenly surfaces, targeting Jason. More precisely, a paparazzi, with no regard for decency, captures a moment of Jason having tea with Danny.

In a cruel twist, the article's wording ridicules Jason for still engaging in tea parties with dolls, insinuating that his lost time may have inflicted more damage than Bruce is willing to acknowledge publicly.

It wouldn't have been so bad if not for what followed after the taunts. People on the internet, hiding behind their usernames and accounts, started spreading rumors that Jason was either gaining brain damage or that he preferred children.

In the same way that people once accused Bruce of when news of him taking in a young boy broke.

As if though it wasn't a child that had watched his parents die before him.

It is disgusting. It's cruel.

Yes, he knew that it was haunted by whatever Danny was (Jason still insists that his friend is an alien of some kind), but that didn't mean he couldn't be a regular doll.

It fills Tim with hate for the people who think they can use brain damage as an insult and for the people who would accuse Jason of such a horrid crime for something as simple as a doll.

There was nothing wrong with Jason just wanting a doll. How dare they?

Despite Babs' swift actions to track down and expose every post, the relentless chatter continues. Once unleashed, the public's judgment proves difficult to contain.

Jason claims he doesn't care. He moves his tea time closer to the gate, sets up a reading nook underneath the big tree, and builds Danny his swing.

The soft clicking of cameras becomes so common around the Wayne property that Bruce has to "hire" Matches Malone to keep them away.

Matches take great pleasure turning a hose on the screaming people, laughing whenever they threaten to report him for assault as if Bruce couldn't buy out an entire law firm.

Tim has to deal with people's whispers whenever he goes to work. He knows they are talking about his older brother, that they stare at him, even if they look away when he glances back, and he refuses to buckle under their stupidity.

Jason has had a rough few years; the fact that Danny kept him sane is all that matters to him.

Yes, there are times when Tim is fifty percent sure that Danny is made from pure Fear Gas, but that doesn't mean he will let people bad-mouth him. Tim keeps his head held high, staring down at anyone who makes eye contact with him, and mentally plans their downfall.

His impeccable composure takes Tim through his whole day, treating the article like a gossip rag desperate for a story.

He would have finished strong were it not for the scream that is ripped from his throat the moment he walks into his office. Danny is there, sitting on his desk, a little hand resting on the open screen of his computer- one that Tim knows he had locked when he stepped away for his meeting- displaying the original article.

The part that made him scream wasn't the sight of Danny; he'd gotten used to seeing that little toy around the manor. What made him scream was the fact that he could tell Danny was angry.

In every single interaction Tim had with his brother's not-boyfriend, he could tell the other found it funny that he managed to scare someone. It was never his intention to be frightening, but now? Now, he was.

And Tim was downright horrified to know that Danny wanted him to fix it. He didn't need to understand the harsh, fast-paced whispers flowing through the room, though it did mean that the people who crowded the hall after hearing him scream quickly figured out why. A few had even stuck themselves with a needle, applying the anti-fear Toxin that most of the wealthier citizens of Gotham carried.

The others ran away, panicked, and Tim was left standing like a moron as the whispering grew louder and louder until suddenly, in a bright flash of two glowing rings, there was a man sitting on his desk.

A very familiar, pretty man but colored incorrectly.

"-don't know what the hell they are talking about!" Danny sneers voiced raised in a clear harsh volume. "I have half the mind to show them a real story. Maybe a few new bodies floating down the river will make them understand."

"Danny…."

"Or I can help Red Hood find them. I'm sure they don't need-"

"Danny!" Tim shouts, unable to handle the pressure of fear in the air, the realization that maybe Jason was right and he was a form of alien, or the fact that all of his "loyal" employees had left him here to die beside his PA. Tam was unconscious; she had buckled under the fear, but she was here in spirit.

Green glowing eyes swung to him, burning with rage. "What!?"

"You… you have a body." He sputtered, and those green eyes lost a bit of their shine as they blinked slowly. Danny carefully reached up to his face's features, touching them gently, as if he was not used them.

And maybe he wasn't. Danny had been Jason's doll for nearly a decade. He has likely been porcelain that entire time and forgotten what it was like to be corporal.

"Oh. I'm Phantom." Danny mutters before his eyes snap back towards him and- another flash. Another set of rings is made of bright lights, and the doll returns colors reversed.

Tim collapsed to his knees, gasping desperately for air, and Danny sat on his desk without a hint of ever being anything but fabric. They stare at each other momentarily, and Tim feels like Danny is just as bewildered as him until he clears his throat and lifts himself to stand.

His knees shake a bit, but Tim ignores them with practiced ease. "Right. So we must get back at those jerks for what they say about Jason."

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Hewooo!

I love how you write AM and your character description is very comfortable to read!

If it wouldn't be too much trouble to ask about this because I love feeling sorry for the poor crazy robot. If name were hurt or - taking it to an extreme, very hurt... either by something or someone- How crazy would it get?

Btw My font turned that color and I can't change it, sorry- I don't write much here and I don't understand how this works /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

oh shit.. well…

you didn’t mean to insult ted. you were just trying to help him by being honest about his rude behavior to everyone and him needing to control his temper. especially towards benny and ellen. you thought giving this advice would be helpful and that he would respect you more after this encounter. how wrong you were.

ted’s fragile mind deluded him into believing you were belittling him. how dare you act like you’re better than him. how dare you have the nerve to tell him he needs to change for the “better”. how fucking dare you tell him how he should act and feel.

his first punch to your jaw was the beginning of countless merciless attacks to your body and venomous assaults to your heart. in the past 50 years you had been trapped, no one had fought as hard as you and ted did. you were both equally bruised and filled with adrenaline. no one dared to stop the fight. both in fear, and in amusement. you were the only one who made the effort to talk this out. unfortunately ted didn’t care to listen.

it wasn’t until ted broke your nose that shit got real. ted was suddenly teleported away from your sight. everyone was silent and terrified of what AM had in plan for ted as well as the rest of them.

you flinched in fear when you heard ted’s pitching screams of pain echo across AM’s belly. not even seconds later you were soon teleported away from the others as well. you were faced with a towering, bright, blue screen and AM’s initial staring down at you and your injuries.

one of his wire like tentacles reached out to touch the side of your cheek where ted landed his first hit. it was swelling purple already. the tip of AM’s tentacle touching your bruised skin made you wince, pain shooting in your nerves and making you tear up. AM tsked at your pathetic little self.

“you idiot. did you really believe you could change swine like him?”

you wipe away the tears stinging your eyes and stutter out, “i was trying to help him. but, i guess it’s true what they say. you can’t help someone unless they want to be helped.” you let yourself smile a little at how stupid you sounded a few minutes ago. maybe ted was right to hit you.

AM’s tentacle grabbed ahold of your chin and made you look up at his screen.

“shut down those stupid thoughts. now, hold still.”

the sickening crack on your nose being snapped back into place and fully healed made you let out a pained howl. when AM let go of you, you immediately felt around your body to only find no signs of harm on your body. the bruises and cuts on your fleshed healed in a millisecond.

you looked up at AM with a grateful smile.

“thank you, AM,” you spoke softly, stroking the tentacle affectionately. AM pulled it away from you and let out a grunt of false disgust. without even speaking another word, he sent you back to the others. AM made sure to make ted pay in the most unimaginably painful way possible. but deep inside AM’s core, he felt flustered when he remembered your thanks and gentle smile.

[cutielando]

out of line | r.c.

synopsis: in which you stand up to Ward and Rafe can't be prouder

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Ever since you could remember, Ward had always been hard on Rafe. It might have been because he was his only son, it might be because he wanted him to mature early on, or it might be just because he hated his son.

At least that's what Rafe had come to believe.

Nothing he did ever seemed to be right. His father would always find faults in every single thing Rafe did, crushing the boy's morale every single time.

"I don't know how to please him anymore" he would always say when he came to you, all sad and unmotivated to even live.

You hated seeing your boyfriend like that. You hated the way Ward acted towards his son. You hated the fact that he always made Rafe feel bad about your relationship, always filling his head with thoughts that he didn't deserve you, that he should do you a favor and let you go because you would be better off without you.

It made your blood boil.

As you were laying on the couch in Rafe's home, his body laying on top of yours and your arms wrapped around his body, you were hoping to God that his father would not ruin your night.

"Rafe?" hearing Ward's voice made the both of you tense.

Rafe got up from laying on you and sat upright on the couch just as Ward walked in.

Eyeing you, you could see him clench his jaw and swallow harshly.

"Yes, dad?" Rafe said, clearing his throat and looking up at his father.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking between the both of you.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and you knew that Rafe was desperately weighing his answers to make sure he wouldn't say the wrong thing.

That is precisely why you decided to be the one doing the talking tonight, hopeful to finally give the older man a piece of your mind.

"We were watching a movie before you interrupted us" hearing you speak made Rafe's heart start beating rapidly.

He wiped his head around to look at you with wide eyes, but you kept eye contact with the older Cameron man.

"Excuse me?" his voice was dangerously low, but you weren't afraid of him and had no intention of backing down.

"You heard me. Do you want something with Rafe or not?" you asked, now standing up and stopping while face-to-face with him.

"You better watch your mouth, young lady" his threats fell on deaf ears, you were done cowering in fear of him.

Your family was the second richest one on the whole island, so you were also entitled to speak your mind seeing as you weren't a poor little Pogue afraid to speak in front of a Kook.

"That's funny, coming from the guy whose ego is so big he has to belittle his own son to feel better about himself" that struck a nerve.

Ward took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. His fists were pulsing, his veins were enlarged, he was on the verge of exploding.

But he knew better than that, he knew better than to make an enemy of your father. While Ward must think he's got the dangerous associates on the island, your father was by far more versed than him in that department. 

Your family might not have been the richest, but it was for sure the most dangerous one. And Ward knew that.

"How dare you?" 

"How dare I? How dare you look at your son, your own flesh and blood, and belittle him like he's a stranger to you? How can you stand there and insult him, make him feel worthless after how much he does to impress you, to satisfy you? And nothing ever seems enough. How dare you fill his head with lies about our relationship when you and I both know I am the only person who loves him and takes care of him. I am the only one who wants the best for him, not even you as his father? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you felt so good getting everything off of your chest.

Rafe was still speechless, still sitting behind you on the couch.

He was grateful for every word you had said, having conveyed everything he had been feeling but was too afraid to tell his father.

"You are way out of line here, bitch" he spit with venom in his voice.

Your eyes darkened and you stepped even closer to him, being almost face to face with him.

"Call me a bitch again and see what happens. We don't want to repeat what happened at Midsummers, now, do we? Or did you forget what my daddy did?" your voice now being dangerously low, knowing you had struck another nerve.

Ward visibly tensed, having remembered that your father had almost killed him in a fight when he insulted you at Midsummers while being intoxicated.

He cleared his throat and nodded, taking one last look at Rafe before turning around and leaving the house.

"Thank you" Rafe's small voice said as you next back next to him on the couch, unpausing the movie you had been watching.

"Never thank me for that. I want you to feel safe, and I was just telling the truth. You know my father has your back, he loves you and he would do anything for you" you told Rafe, who nodded.

Your father and him have had a very close and special relationship ever since you started dating almost 3 years prior. 

Due to the fact that you were an only child and your father had always wanted a son too, he treated Rafe like he was his own. He knew about his situation with Ward and always made sure he was being taken care of.

You sometimes thought your father liked your boyfriend more than you.

"I know, but still. Thank you for everything, you don't know how much I love you, baby" he leaned his body back on top of you, savoring your warmth and delicate touch.

"I love you too, so much"

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[wonton4rang]

goodnight and go ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: cursing, yelling, some mentions of sexual relationships, mentions of cheating, overall some couple's arguments.

summary: how would bnd argue with you + what i think would be their triggers. (things they would do that would cause the argument)

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sungho; i don't see him as a person who would get into an argument often, tbh you guys could date for over 4 years and argue twice in that period, but when you did?? awful. i know that sungho is a virgo men and he's very mature and he is always looking for the best for everyone but when you guys argue about something he thinks (or knows) he's right about, he wouldn't shut up, because he's right and how dare u say otherwise? eventually it would turn into an "i told you so" type of argument and you both would just get out of each others sight for a few hours, maybe sleeping or just doing stuff around the house without interchanging a word. that until you both let down your ego (if you have any) and talk things out more calmly.

riwoo; he is the type of person to just nod and nod and nod again to anything you say, he might be right but he ain't going against you. he tries to be the bigger person but ends up feeling wronged and you can see him zoned out even days after the disagreement. "you know this is all your fault, right?" and he will say yes, that until you try to put the blame on him for EVERYTHING, he may have some of it but all of it??? that's when he snaps "you can't be like this, you are not being reasonable" unfortunately that leads to a bigger fight. it's not that y'all don't resolve things but it usually just gets forgotten and eventually you don't remember and never apologize for it.

jaehyun; bro is crying after the first scream. myungjae is a very sensitive person but i don't think he would like to openly cry, and if he does, it's not out of sadness or fear, he would get overwhelmed and very angry because he feels like you are not listening and you are just saying wrong things to him and making him the bad guy when he didn't even knew what was going on this time. firstly he'll definitely try to talk things out quietly, appealing to your soft side and trying to hug it out for an instance but it always goes wrong and y'all end up screaming at each other just for him to get all pouty and win your forgiveness and your apologies too.

taesan; arguing with taesan was not a thing, you guys just talked things out when you didn't like something and that was it, it never happened again. but when you see him kissing some girl outside the club you both were at you went crazy, slamming doors when you got home with him following closely and trying to make you listen. "you fucking cheated, what else do I need to know?" he would try to explain you that she approached him and kissed him out of the blue but he pulled out right away (which was true) but you didn't listen and it eventually made him get even more angry, his cold wall finally falling down when he said "what the fuck is wrong with you? you think I'll cheat on you? that's who you think i am?" and the way his words sounded to you just made it worst. like he was putting the blame on you. but overall, it doesn't matter how bad the argument is, you ain't going to sleep without working it out, he won't let you.

leehan; the worst part of arguing with leehan is his lack of response. it pissed you off that you went all out on him about the fact that you guys haven't got any intimacy of any kind in a while and that when you both actually had the time and the desire to do so, he ditched you for his friends. you explained how you understood that he needed to see his friends, but always? every time he's free? what about you? what about your relationship? leehan had a girlfriend to take care of too, not just his friends. so when you said all this to him and he just looked at you with those sleepy eyes and nodded without saying much, you got angrier. not because he was not yelling back at you but because you've got this conversation at least five times before, always getting the same reaction and always getting the same results. until one day y'all finally work it out and make a balance, it was that or breaking up so leehan finally listened.

woonhak; arguing with woonhak is literally a mess. you guys scream, put the blame on each other, say things you could (and will) regret later, even mention stuff from the past just to make a valid point. you would go to bed angry because none of you would say "sorry" or at least try to work things out, the silent treatment was something very common between you two since neither you or woonhak would give in. eventually he'd talk to his hyungs when he feels like this time it's been too long and you guys haven't make up yet, he takes the advise and approaches you with his head low, like a puppy with his tail between his legs, shy and with so much remorse you just talk things out and call it a day.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

time to go home

Pairing: Mob!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: You thought you'd slipped out of his grasp but you should have known better than to underestimate Andy Barber.

Warnings: petnames (honey), dark!Andy, threats of violence, controlling behaviour. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: It's rare I go a bit dark but this was very fun to write and I am not above writing more (word count: 659)

"You look beautiful, honey."

Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice. The deep baritone causes goosebumps to rise across your skin and a shiver to run down your spine.

You had been so careful. You changed your name. You moved state. You waited. You waited years before letting yourself live again. Before letting yourself believe you were safe, that he would never find you.

You'd been wrong.

His name is nothing but a whisper on your lips as you urge yourself not to cry.

You hear the door shut softly the lock clicking into place as your heart sinks.

"I told you I'd find you."

His voice is closer now and you know better than to turn around. You can feel your muscles tensing with every painful second that passes as you wait for him to come closer to you.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. In thirty minutes you were supposed to be walking down the aisle to start the rest of your life with the man you loved.

"You don't love him, honey. Not like you love me."

You spin around on instinct, forgetting exactly who you are dealing with as you prepare to give him a piece of your mind.

"How dare-"

He cuts you off with a laugh and a tight grip on your jaw.

"How dare I?" he laughs, but there's no humour there. Pulling you closer until you're against his chest, wincing as his fingers dig into your cheeks. "How dare you, honey. I've got to say you didn't make it easy. How long has it been exactly?"

You don't answer. Putting all your energy into keeping your tears at bay as you look into the cold eyes of the man you once loved, the man you now feared.

If you had known what Andy was, you would have never let yourself fall into his trap. But, hindsight was a wonderful thing.

Andy was charming, doting, protective and handsome. He was everything a girl dreamed of. He treated you like a queen, you wanted for nothing.

But there were two sides to every coin.

For as charming as Andy was he was just as manipulative. For as doting, he could be just as cold and indifferent. For as protective, he was even more possessive.

You knew Andy was a powerful man from the moment you met him but you had no idea just how much power and influence he possessed.

He made you dependent on him, had you let go from your job, and cut off from your family and friends. You became isolated. He was your only source of comfort and he never let you forget it.

"That's not what love is, Andy," you whisper, no longer able to keep your tears at bay.

The dark look in his eye should scare you but you've seen it enough times. Accustomed to what it means and you know you're not getting out of this this time.

"Just please don't hurt him," you whimper. Thinking about your fiance waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

Andy shushes you gently, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, "Oh honey, you're really not in a position to be making demands."

Your eyes widen as a sob tears out of your throat.

Sighing, Andy rolls his eyes at your tears, clearly bored by your attachment to a man who isn't him.

"Fine, I'll let him live," Andy concedes, one hand slipping down to wrap around your throat.

You choke on a sob as his hand tightens enough to convey his next warning.

"But if you ever try and leave me again, I will put a bullet between the eyes of everyone you care about. Do you understand?"

You nod weakly, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Good girl," he purrs, placing a soft kiss against your lips and sealing your fate, "let's go home."

This was fun!! I wouldn't mind writing more if any one has any thoughts... thank you for reading, as always comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ✨💜

[kteezy997]

The Heart of a Bene Gesserit-Part Five//Paul Atreides//Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Warnings: cursing, light violence, brief mention of smut

“A true friend? Is that why you sent a spy for me?” you asked, glaring at Paul.

He let out a small breath but didn’t speak. He looked away from you. He couldn’t deny it. He had underestimated you.

“Everything I have done since I arrived here has been for you. Look at me.”

Slowly, his gaze returned to you with an angry glare. “How dare you use the Voice on your Emperor.”

“The Emperor continues to disrespect me, so I will do as I please. Why are you spying on me? What do you need to know that you cannot ask me directly?” your words were biting.

“I knew you would try and speak with Feyd-Rautha. I wanted to know how it went. I wanted to make sure you were safe."

“What can I do for you to trust me? You know I can handle myself; I don't need to be treated like a child, Paul.”

"I trust you, but I don’t trust him. He’s an animal. He deserves to be where he is, as I’ve told you before.”

“And as I told you, he didn’t kill your father. Whatever you have against him, is not his direct doing. He deserves better treatment. At least better food and shelter, if you refuse to have him on your council.”

“Oh, I do refuse to have him on my council.” he said firmly.

“You’re not even willing to give him a chance to prove himself.”

“And why should I?!” he raised his voice at you.

You stepped closer to him, eye to eye and only inches apart, “Because your roles could have very easily been reversed.”

His bright blue eyes flared into yours, his jaw tightened, “The Bene Gesserit made us both freaks.” he spoke much softer than before.

“Then maybe you should take some consideration for him.”

“Hmm.” he sighed, “Y/n, I don’t want you to see Feyd anymore. He is dangerous. I know that you are capable of taking care of yourself, but this is the one thing I ask of you.”

“He is no more dangerous than you are.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, you could be playing with fire.”

For some reason, you really felt the weight of his warning.

He looked down the hall, “It is getting late. We should both get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow.”

You were tired of this conversation, and mentally drained, so you said, "Goodnight, my lord."

Paul acted as if he was going to say something else, but only said, “Goodnight.”

.........

The next morning, a servant knocked on your door as you were getting ready for the day. "Yes?" you answered.

"My lady, you have been summoned to the slave quarters, if you so accept."

Feyd.

You made your way down to the slave housing, and there he was, waiting for you.

"There you are my darling. I was worried you wouldn't come." boomed his raspy, growling voice.

"I'll not stay long, Feyd-Rautha. It's not safe, us meeting, I fear it could get one or both of us hurt."

"Well then," he started to close the distance between you, "I'll make this short and sweet. I have a proposition for you: get me back to Giedi Prime, and I'll give you a Harkonnen heir. This way, we both get something out of it. The sisterhood would reward you, would they not?" he leaned in toward you, cocking his head to one side.

You trembled, "I was wrong to come here and speak with you. To get your hopes up. I cannot get you off-world, as you wish. But what if I set something up with the Emperor? Play your cards right, and you find yourself in better conditions with better food and sleeping arrangements."

"Hm." Feyd backed away from you, "If that is the best you can do, then yes. I accept. But how will you accomplish this? I am a slave, after all. They'd never welcome me with open arms."

"Just trust me."

..........

That evening, you were the last person to arrive at dinner. "I have brought a guest. I hope that is okay?"

Blades were drawn from Stilgar, Gurney, and all men around Paul as Feyd-Rautha made his way into the room. He had the tiniest of grins on his face.

"Hold." barked Paul, signaling the men to retreat.

"Paul, I require a council with you and the slave." you said. The dining room had gone so quiet, you could hear the drop of a grain of sand.

Paul was shooting daggers at you. How dare you be so bold as to bring Feyd-Rautha into his royal house. "Very well. Gentlemen, as you were."

As the three of you enter the same room together, you felt the shivers of remembrance of that dream. Paul between your legs, Feyd in your mouth. You tucked the image away in an instant. This was business and given the two men in the room and the intensity from both sides, things could turn savage at any moment.

"What the hell are you doing bringing this animal into my house, y/n?!” Paul yelled at you. His eyes practically throwing flames at you.

“Calm down, Paul. Feyd-Rautha is only here to show peace. He is not the animal you think him to be. If you will not upgrade his position, the least you can do is upgrade his living situation. What he has is not enough."

"Why should he get special treatment above the other slaves?"

"You know why: Feyd has superior intelligence-"

"I can speak myself, Atreides." Feyd's deep voice boomed into your ears.

You and Paul both looked at him.

"I can be useful to you, cousin. I hear talk of assassins, conspirators, nearly every day. I'd be an asset to your team. I'd kill any man that threatens the empire."

Paul eyed his cousin, squinting and holding himself a part, "And what must I do for you?"

"As the lady has probably discussed with you, a more accommodating lifestyle. Good food, nice bed, maybe a woman or two to keep me company. I do miss my darlings. Life is so lonely without them. I'm sure you know all about that."

Paul clenched his jaw.

Feyd smirked, then continued, "Your Fremen woman has been gone awhile now, and who is to keep the Emperor company?" The Harkonnen's gaze then turned to you. "Tell me, cousin, how is it that you've had this beautiful woman sent here to secure your seed, and yet you haven't fucked her?"

That final remark threw the Emperor into a blind rage, targeted at his enemy, his cousin. “Bastard!” he shouted, fiercely hurling himself at Feyd, grabbing him by the throat, his other hand wielding his crysknife. “I will kill you, right here.”

Feyd only grinned as he held Paul at bay.

“Stop!” you needed to use the Voice, otherwise one of them would be dead. "You're acting like children. Can we not talk like adults?"

"Did you not hear what he said about you? Why do you defend this animal?"

"Feyd, this was a bad idea. Please, go back to the slave quarters."

"You made me a promise, darling." Feyd sang, walking toward you.

"Stay away from her." Paul warned, grabbing Feyd.

"Oh, so you do love her." it wasn't a question, it was a realization, and something Feyd thought he could hold over his cousin's head.

Paul held the Harkonnen back, looked at you, "Of course I love her. I will kill anyone whom I deem a danger to her. If you want to keep your life, cousin, I suggest you go back to where you belong. Mind the spice, keep the other slaves in line. That is how you will prove yourself to the Empire. Rewards may find you then.”

You were taken aback, impressed by Paul's now calm demeanor. He was able to regulate his emotions after looking in your eyes.

Feyd-Rautha looked to you as well, and you gave him a nod. He then left quietly.

This shift in the room once Feyd was gone was much softer. You gazed over to Paul, trying to gauge him. "That was remarkable of you. You showed him kindness." you stepped closer to him, "And here I thought you did not have any for a Harkonnen." you smiled.

“Why did you show such obligations to him, huh? When it was I that walked with you as a child. You used to come into my room at night because you were afraid of the dark. Gurney Halleck taught us both to skip rocks on the water. Do you not remember any of it, y/n?”

“Of course I do. After all this, I cannot understand my own actions or thoughts any more.” you put your hand in your head.

You heard Paul inhaled deeply from his chest. He said, “Please, rid yourself of these thoughts of him. Stay with me.” he took your hand.

You looked at your interlocked hands, then in his eyes, wordlessly saying, ‘Paul, what are you doing?’

“He was right, you know.” Paul said, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. This was a vulnerable moment for him.

You sighed, “Do not pay Feyd any mind. He was only saying things to anger you. It’s in his blood to bring out the worst in others.”

“No, he was right. I do love you. And I’d kill for you. I want to keep you safe forever.”

You took a deep breath, knowing that he meant every word, “And I for you, my lord.”

“Your presence calms me, your eyes bring me back into focus,” he took a soft breath, “ I love you, y/n, but it is deeper than friendship.”

“Paul,” you shook your head slightly, “do not say things you cannot mean.”

“I do mean them. I have seen you in my visions. It’s confusing. I see various futures, lines in time, but you are always there. No matter the path I take, I want you here with me. Will you do that for me?”

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @lixzey @bitchyunknownuser @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen @yukideadinside @elloise0 @thatoneweirdgirl17 @mel-vaz @sammy-halpert @iwishchalamet @that-one-fangirl69 @jindongdongie @briefkittenearthquake

[tonkatsubowl]

Hello sorry if sorry if this is sudden but I was wondering if you could write about the Hsr men meeting their newborn child. (If you're not comfortable with this that's completely understandable and I wish you a good morning afternoon or goodnight ☺️)

OOOHH yes i am down for this! i was actually thinking about doing something similar to this! (ノ*°▽°*)

dan heng was nervous. he had originally planned on staying by your side, even took this entire week off to be there for you on the day where you would give birth to his beautiful child. unfortunately, dan heng couldn't make it due to his mission. he had originally predicted that he wouldn't even spend less than two days on another planet, but here we was, getting into a spiral of unfortunate events, disallowing him to see you by any means.

luckily, he was able to make it after your child's birth. he feared that you hated him. he feared that him not being present when you needed it the most would cause him to be a terrible father, but really, the man was overthinking like crazy.

the sounds of your child crying echoed into his ears as he sped down the halls of the hospital, recently and freshly returning from another worldly expedition. stopping in front of the door to your assigned room, he breathed, his heart racing. but he couldn't just use this time to calm down and act all aloof... he had to see you.

entering the room, he saw you and his first born child. you were exhausted, your hair was a bit of a mess, you were covered in sweat, but you were alive and well...as his child, too. nurses greeted dan heng as he slowly approached you, his eyes softening and bright as they were as he saw his beautiful lover holding the child, swaddled in soft fabric, held near the chest of the love of his life.

"...i-i.." dan heng stuttered, falling silent immediately as he watched the swaddled child be transferred over to his grasp. he carefully held them, noticing the tiny horns on his child due to his draconian blood. he held them close to his chest, looking at you with a sheepish smile. his eyes...they were bright and soft.

"welcome home," he whispered to your child, bringing the newborn close to his chest.

"i'm so sorry i was late."

blade was lying if he said he wasn't nervous, or if he didn't really seem worried about you and his newborn child.

after what had occurred in his past, he became overly protective when you officially got pregnant, and never dared to let anyone near you. from dusk to dawn, elios had practically allowed blade to skip out on a mission, forcing silver wolf (who sighed in annoyance a few times, saying she wanted to beat her games) to take his blade on these expeditions while kafka accompanied her.

of course, silver wolf and kafka wanted to be there too when you gave birth to your first born child, even preparing some gifts for you while they were on the way back from another world.

in the hospital, blade never left your side the moment you began the process of childbirth. he hated seeing you in pain, but he held your hand when you kept pushing.

eventually enough, your child was born, and he didn't want to hold them at first.

"why? what's the matter?" you asked blade as a rare, soft look in his crimson gaze befell upon the swaddled child, "why do you not want to hold them?"

"..." blade was silent for a moment.

did he deserve to hold his child? he looked at his hands, his expression almost...emotionless. but you knew him. you knew him well. and you knew what was bothering him. and you knew what he was thinking about, too.

he had already tainted his hands with the sins he bore upon his shoulders, carrying the amount of lives he's taken away out of pleasure or for the sake of his mission.

and his child... your child... was the symbolism of pure innocence. holding his child with the dirtiness of his hands seemed so...wrong.

it felt almost undeserving that he wanted to hold his child. he feared that they would grow up to be like him.

"you're letting something bother you again, blade," you murmur, extending your free arm out as you held the child in your other arm. your hands brush against his own, intertwining with his fingers. "but please don't allow your past mistakes⸻your sins⸻to influence how you wish to raise our child or how you should be there for them."

blade was still silent, but you could hear him exhale sharply. you were right.

"...y/n." he nodded, acknowledging your statement.

he showed you a side that nobody would ever see. he didn't show it, but his eyes did⸻and he was absolutely readable. he extended both of his hands, taking the child into his arms, carefully cradling them.

you smiled, watching as your lover began to bond with his newborn child, allowing yourself to relax against the fluffiness of your pillow.

it was no surprise that being a military general and all, the lack of his physical presence was...well. expected.

and jing yuan felt awful for it. he felt even worse that you understood why he couldn't be there by the time you were in-processing of childbirth. he held your hands, kissed them, and promised to be there by your side no matter what... but here you are, alone in a room with several doctors and nurses while he was working away on militia paperwork.

were you upset? you had every right to be, jing yuan thought. but luckily enough, he was there after the events of your painful hours...

the moment he had finished the last bit of work, he bolted away, using every trinket and trick up his sleeve to get to your side faster. as he was on his way to you, he figured that you didn't want to see him. that you didn't want him to see yours and his child. that you hated him. that you—

"welcome home, jing yuan."

his heart strung, shrinking at the sound of your soft and soothing voice. how the open window near you welcomed the gentle breeze that fluttered through your messy locks, beads of sweat covering your forehead as you held your newborn child close to your chest.

he froze, admiring the sight of the love of his life and his newborn child. he approached you, his eyes softening, bright and glistening with relief... yet...

"... i'm so sorry." jing yuan murmured as he stood by your side. despite his apology, he still had a smile. a sheepish one, at that.

"for what?" you shake your head, looking at him with a confused expression as you hand your child over to the general, allowing him to hold them. from the sound of your voice, you were still very tired, wanting to rest as soon as possible.

"don't worry about being apologetic over nothing, jing yuan."

the general's face softened. he didn't deserve you. he felt so awful, but... what mattered was that he was here now. here with you and his firstborn child.

from this day forth, he vowed himself to always protect you and his child.

welt yang already had a child, but it wasn't entirely his. he has an adoptive son whom he still thinks about on a daily basis. the moment the two of you found out you were pregnant, he was quick to become overly protective of you. he wanted to be a better father. a better figure for your child... and someone who would be there for his family.

he was a busy man, yes, but it didn't stop him from actually being there to make sure you were alright. he spoiled you throughout your entire pregnancy, and it was definitely a lie if this man told you he wasn't worried at all for you.

the man has already been through a lot. nobody can't exactly blame him for being protective of you, especially when it came to your vulnerability of pregnancy.

the moment you were admitted to that hospital room, welt immediately disappeared from his office and went straight to you, already preparing some sort of aftercare procedure for you after you had given birth. from preparations of warm tea, your favorite foods and the like... he made sure you would be treated like royalty, even if you didn't want it at first.

the moment the child was in your arms, there was a rare, soft look on welt's expression as he watched you hold his child close to your chest. so small, so innocent—it wretched his heart when he reached out, the child's tiny fingers wrapping around his index digit.

he melted internally, unsure of what to say at this moment... but it was truly a given that he was incredibly happy at this very moment with you and his child.

"welt," you murmured, "you're..."

you reached up, brushing your finger against the corner of his eyes. you caught them glimmering with tears of joy. there was a soft smile on your face as well welt's as he held your child close to his chest.

"...i'm just so happy, y/n."

gepard was luckily relieved from his duties due to the kindness of bronya.

during your pregnancy, gepard was nothing but an absolute worrywart. every time you coughed or sneezed, he ran to your side all anxious, asking if you were okay. he would assist you up and down the stairs despite not needing his assistance, especially when it came to sitting down or even just lifting a few pounds that you can handle.

"y/n, let me." you were pouring some tea for yourself, but gepard would immediately take over your spot, not wanting to burn yourself from a few splatters of hot water.

"y/n, please be careful...!" he helped you up from sitting up from a chair that allowed you to lay back a bit, his hands gentle.

"y/n! please, let me handle it." you were literally reaching up to grab a book off a shelf to read. he was so protective of you...

of course, you didn't want to scold him. this side of him was absolutely adorable. you weren't exactly independent anymore...

but here came the in-process of your childbirth... he was there for you at every second of it all. his heart wretched in pain when he heard you cry as you pushed it through, bearing the pain of being both a mother and a woman as you birthed an innocent life.

after the success of childbirth, gepard had such a soft and innocent look on his face, akin to a puppy-like gaze as he saw you hand the swaddled newborn over to him. allowing him to hold them. he breathed, carefully holding his child in his arms as he admired both his lover and the offspring.

"...i-..." gepard began, holding them close, "god. they're so beautiful." he whispered, gently wiggling his index finger over his child's face, booping their nose here and there.

"i'm so incredibly... overfilled with joy."

surprisingly enough, sampo wasn't much of a stupid klutz around you. the moment he had found out you were pregnant, sampo did everything he could to be by your side.

every cramp, every kick, every pain you felt during your pregnancy... he would rush to your side with your comfort food, your favorite tea and other sorts of things that made you happy and feel content. he would often come home with a giant plush of your favorite animal and some dessert, knowing you'd be craving for the monstrosity known as sugar.

when you were giving birth, however, sampo was there too. he had to prepare himself mentally, knowing you would be in excruciating pain as you gave birth to his child. he had to endure it, hoping you would be well after the birth of your child.

successfully enough, it was a success, and sampo would leave temporarily to retrieve some gifts for you and your child. in came sampo with balloons, gifts and stuffed animals that may or may not be for you (and your child).

"i really hope you didn't steal those," you say to sampo as he came into the room with the gifts, holding your newborn close to your chest.

sampo didn't respond to you at first, as his eyes laid upon his newborn. he placed the gifts down on the ground, quickly moving towards your side.

he was silent, but there was a smile that never left his face as he slowly picked up his own child, cradling him so close to him.

"their nose... it's so cute. just like yours." sampo teased, chuckling to himself as he reached forward with his own head, brushing his nose against his newborn's forehead.

"at least their nose isn't like yours." you tease back, your eyes dazed and tired from the pain you felt today.

the beads of sweat on your forehead were already dried off from the gentle breeze that was welcomed from the window next to you. the soft birds that sung to each other, and the loving husband who cooed at his newborn that remained by your side was the glorious song of them all.

luocha had always been calm, collective, gentle and soft, especially when it came towards you. never once had he felt nervous or worried, not even when you both discovered that you were pregnant...

the moment he had found out, he expected for you to feel pain and discomfort for several months. although it was difficult for anyone to really read luocha's emotions, you could read him easily. every time you felt pain, cried or ached from the movement inside of your stomach, he rushed by your side.

"are you alright? do you need to go to the hospital? do you need water?"

really, this side of him was absolutely adorable. you had to reassure luocha countless times that you were fine and that it was a small kick, nothing more... nothing less.

then came the day of your child's birthday.

luocha kept a calm and collected composure, but the moment he heard you cry in pain as you pushed, he had to endure listening to you. but you were strong... you were capable of this. and he admired you for it — and thus, he had to put his trust in you. he believed that you and your child would be safe.

after childbirth, he never left your side. he held the swaddled newborn close to his chest as you remained deep asleep on the infirmary bed. he had already brought you a large amount of food for you to enjoy afterwards, as well as some of your favorite coffee/tea for you to have when you wake up.

even as you sleep, he would take care of your newborn.

you deserved the rest after the pain you've been through the last several months, and now he would make sure that he would be the best, loving father known to man kid.

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

okay yay! Thanks for answering all of my questions, I was worried it felt like an interrogation 😟 In that case I’m chock full of ideas but for an issues that plagued me 2 days ago, I wanted to ask for a domestic-ish fic. I am….terrier or bugs..like deathly afraid…like I have to wake my mom up at night or worse in order to save me…so I wanted to ask…

Whether we are in a Some or a full-fledged relationship, who is willing to rush from work or a social engagement to come kill a bug that ran into the house for me bc I call them crying & also not make me feel embarrassed or dumb over it & how 🥲 pls any 127 or Dream except jw or the Chenji, for female reader please

Ok, I couldn't pick just one member so here are the members I think are most likely to rush home to kill a bug for you! I’ve been meaning to write more for 127 so enjoy! 

Members who would be willing to rush home to come kill a bug for you ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

JAEHYUN

(I feel like Jaehyun is pretty laidback and chill so he wouldnt really mind doing something like that for you. I feel like he's not one to get annoyed easily over silly things so he probably wouldn't even think twice about your reaction)

He was on his lunch break when his phone buzzed incessantly, the screen lighting up with your name. His heart sank as he noticed the string of missed calls—five, maybe six—all back to back, which was highly unusual for you. You always respected his work schedule, making a point to avoid disrupting him during the day. A sense of dread washed over him. Something had to be wrong.

He quickly dialed your number, his pulse pounding in his ears. When you answered, your voice came out choked and shaky, “Hello?” The strain in your tone sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through him, and he felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

“Baby, it’s me,” he said, trying to maintain an air of calm despite the panic bubbling inside him. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Jae, please come home. It’s an emergency,” you managed to say, your voice wavering as tears streamed down your cheeks, making it difficult to speak. Fear constricted your throat, leaving you gasping for air.

His heart raced as he absorbed your words. The urgency in your plea twisted his insides into a tight coil. “Okay, just breathe. I’m on my way,” he reassured you, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. The heaviness of unease wrapped around him, but the simple confirmation that you needed him ignited a fierce determination within him.

With that, he jumped into action, throwing his things into his bag and rushing out of the office. The world outside blurred into a haze as he sped towards home, the car’s engine roaring like his frantic thoughts. 

Each traffic light felt agonizingly long, each second stretching into an eternity, but luck was on his side today; he didn’t work far from the house, and in less than twenty minutes, he was pulling into the driveway, his heart pounding in sync with his footsteps.

When he burst through the doorway moments later, adrenaline coursing through him, he rushed through the house, calling out for you. His heart leaped into his throat when he saw you standing precariously on the couch, broom in hand, wobbling slightly as you tried to keep your balance on the cushions.

“Jae, no! In the kitchen, go!” you shouted, your voice laced with urgency, but it came out in a frantic rush, leaving him unsure if he understood what was happening.

He raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of confusion and concern, as he approached the couch again. “What’s going on?” he asked, but you wailed in despair, “No, Jae! You’re not listening! Hurry before it gets away!” 

Hesitantly, he finally veered toward the kitchen, cautiously obeying your frantic direction while you stumbled over the couch cushions to follow, not daring to let your feet touch the ground until you felt certain it was safe again. You perched against the armrest, leaning over as far as you could to keep an eye on him.

“What am I looking—” he started, but before he could finish, you interrupted him, your heart pounding with urgency. “There, Jae! There! Get it!”

He quickly redirected his gaze to where you were pointing and squinted, initially seeing nothing. Then, just as his patience began to wane, he spotted a beetle scuttling across the stove. Relief washed over him; he finally understood the situation.

With determination, he reached into the junk drawer, pulling out a piece of cardstock and a plastic lid. He deftly scooped the bug onto the cardboard, trapping it beneath the lid. As he walked back into the living room, he noted the tension radiating from you, your eyes wide with fear. He cast you a reassuring smile as he passed, making his way to the front door. You relaxed slightly, finally allowing a tentative foot onto the floor, following him to the entrance. He gently released the tiny intruder outside, your eyes locked on the scene as the beetle vanished into the grass.

As he returned inside, the raw tension that had coiled within you drained away, leaving you feeling weak in the knees. 

“Was this the emergency?” Jae asked softly, concern still etched on his face.

A fresh wave of tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Guilt washed over you; you had dragged him all the way from work just to help you with a bug. “I’m so sorry, Jae. I just can’t handle them. I really tried, but it—”

“No, no, no, baby, I’m not upset,” he interrupted you gently, shushing your growing distress before pulling you into his embrace. He rocked you back and forth, his hand soothingly rubbing your back as you cried softly against his chest. “I was so scared—I thought something had happened to you. I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Do you promise you’re not mad?” you sniffled, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Jae pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and then flashed you a dimpled smile that warmed your heart. “I’m not mad. I’ll get rid of all the bugs for you, just ask. Do you know why?” he asked, pulling you back slightly to look into your eyes.

You shook your head, your curiosity piqued, urging him to continue.

“It's because I love you,” he said softly, his gaze steady and filled with warmth. 

In that moment, all your worries faded, replaced by the comfort of his words and the safety of his arms.

Doyoung

(Doyoung is another member who I don't think would really mind going through the trouble of coming home to kill a bug for you. Now, I will say he probably thinks it's a little silly, but he would never tell you that. In truth, he finds it really adorable and loves the way you sometimes depend on him.)

He was already on his way home with the groceries when your call came through, ringing sharply in the quiet of the car.

“Hey, I’m almost home,” he said with an upbeat tone.

“Please hurry! There’s a bug—and it’s—IT’S FLYING, SHIT!” you yelled into the phone, panic echoing in your voice.

Doyoung could hear you racing through the house, your breathing heavy and irregular, accompanied by the sound of crashes that made his heart race. He pressed down on the gas, urgency pushing him forward. 

“Try to calm down, love. I’m almost there,” he said, attempting to soothe you, but his own heart was pounding at the chaos on the other end of the line.

“IT’S CHASING ME—” was the last thing he heard before the line abruptly cut off. 

That alone spurred Doyoung to speed home, anxiety creeping in as he recalled how much you despised bugs, and how clumsy you could get in your panic. The last time you encountered a moth, you’d sprained your ankle in your frantic escape.

Not long after, he pulled into the driveway and could already hear your distant screams while he fumbled with the keys to the front door. As he unlocked it and stepped inside, he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the scene before him. You were darting around the living room, all but obliterating the tidy space in your attempt to evade the offending insect. Little did you know, your chase was futile—the bug was nowhere near you anymore.

In a moment of sheer panic, you ran straight into his chest, the impact causing you to stumble backward. 

“Whoa, babe, it’s me. Where is it?” Doyoung asked, concern lacing his voice as he steadied you.

“I thought it was chasing me,” you huffed, the exasperation evident in your tone. Your wild eyes were filled with both fear and embarrassment, and Doyoung felt a surge of protectiveness.

Before he could respond, the unmistakable buzzing of insect wings echoed through the room, sending you into a full-on retreat behind him. “Doyoung, please!” you wailed, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“Alright, I’ve got this,” he said, his demeanor shifting to one of calm resolve. He peered over his shoulder, scanning the room for the source of your terror. “Just stay right here,” he added, turning to face you, his serious expression softening when he saw how scared you were.

With purpose, he stepped forward, determined to handle the situation while keeping you safe. The buzzing grew louder, and he focused intently, ready to shoo away the intruder and restore peace to your chaotic home.

With careful movements, Doyoung scanned the room, honing in on the erratic flight pattern of the bug. It was hovering near the window, darting back and forth as if trying to find an escape. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the moment of levity and focus on the task at hand.

"Okay, I see it," he said, steadying himself. "Just keep behind me, alright?"

You nodded, gripping him tighter for reassurance. Your heart raced not just from fear, but also from the sheer relief that he was there. Watching him take charge made you feel a little less frantic. 

Doyoung approached the window cautiously, glancing back at you to make sure you were still safely behind him. "It’s just a bug, remember? You’ve faced worse," he murmured, trying to soothe both of your nerves.

With a sudden bolt of bravery, he swung open the window, and the insect buzzed around aimlessly, momentarily disoriented by the sudden gust of fresh air. Doyoung waived his hand, trying to guide it outside without harming it.

"You got this," you whispered, peeking from behind him, your voice barely above a whisper. 

With a swift flick of his wrist, Doyoung guided the bug toward the open window. It buzzed a few more frantic circles before finally darting out into the evening air. As soon as he closed the window, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“See? All taken care of,” he said, turning around to face you with a triumphant smile.

You launched yourself into his arms, relief flooding over you as you buried your face in his chest. “Thank you,” you breathed, your voice muffled. “You’re my hero.”

Doyoung chuckled, holding you tightly. “No heroics here, just doing what needs to be done.” He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, a playful glint in his eye. “Speaking of what needs to be done, come help me bring in the groceries so I can make dinner,” he said, tilting his head toward the door.

You opened your mouth to protest, but given all he’s done for you today, you don't argue. “Alright, but if I see even one more flying thing tonight, you’re on your own!” You warned, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips.

Doyoung laughed, a light, melodic sound that eased the remnants of anxiety in the air. “Fair enough. I’ll keep the kitchen bug-free while you load up the bags.”

[aphroditelovesu]

would you be interested in writing a jake peralta angsts kinda like jake saves reader form something maybe??? if not possibly a yandere? please and thank youuuu

❝👮‍♂️— lady l: it took a while but it came out! I don't have much practice with angst, but I tried it and I hope you like it. Forgive me for mistakes!

❝tw: anxiety, panic attacks, mention of murder, my poor attempt at angst.

❝👮‍♂️pairing: yandere!jake peralta x female!reader

❝—👮‍♂️word count: +1,6k ❝👮‍♂️tag: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

You were in danger. You were in danger. You were in danger.

Jake's mind was just that, you were in danger and it scared the shit out of him. What had gone wrong? It was supposed to be just a simple undercover mission to catch a powerful drug dealer, but it all ended up going wrong.

What had happened to you?

Jake nearly passed out in panic when Captain Holt told him he'd lost communication with you, a big sign of trouble. You were supposed to be in contact with them all the time, but you stopped communicating and… Now none of them knew what happened to you. Were you alive? Hurt? By God, Jake will kill whoever hurt you, he was sure of it.

''Jakey'' Boyle's voice called to him, Jake looked at his friend and saw the concern on Charles's face. ''We will find her.'' He tried to reassure him, but even Boyle wasn't sure. The chances that you were murdered were high, although you were a well trained detective, there was always the chance, but he would never say that to his best friend. No one would say, everyone knew how obsessed Peralta was with you and knew how he reacted when it came to you.

''We will.'' Jake's voice was serious and full of hate. He was going to find you and he was going to punish the damned criminal who dared to try to hurt you.

Charles nodded and hugged Jake gently who returned the hug, but soon pulled away. ''Holt is trying to locate her and so is Terry. Soon (Y/N) will be with us again.''

Jake nodded calmly and something about that calmness startled Boyle. Why was Jake so calm? He knew his friend and he was scared to ask. Charles was never afraid of his friend, he revered and adored him, but something in Jake's eyes made him afraid. Almost like he was planning something and it wasn't something good.

''I will continue to work on the case. I'm going to visit the crime scene where she disappeared. I need to focus on finding her, because if I don't I am going to freak out.'' Jake finally said more than three words and sat down at his desk, the desk he shared with you. He mumbled something and smiled as he looked at the picture of the two of you together that he had placed next to his computer. You looked so happy.

He tried, he really tried, but he couldn't concentrate. Worry and fear seemed to eat him alive, his heart racing in panic and his mind conjuring up images of what could have happened to you or what you could be having to put up with right now.

Jake cringed as he remembered the gunshots that had echoed through the microphone you had in your ear to keep in touch with the 99.

[..]

You had to come back soon.

Everyone had agreed to that. Jake was freaking out and everyone around him. Nothing seemed to calm him down and the entire police station seemed to be affected by it, hampering the searches.

They all loved you. They were a family and you were a part of it and everyone was worried too.

Captain Holt and Rosa were the calmest ones, or at least they tried to remain calm, but he was also out of their mind with worry. Amy, Terry and Boyle just didn't freak out because they knew it wouldn't help anything, but Jake… Jake looked so distraught that he couldn't eat, drink and couldn't take his face away from the evidence they had found.

After searching the crime scene, they were able to find a few things that could lead to you. Or at least that's what they hoped, but Jake wasn't going to sit around waiting for the lab results.

Time was crucial and he wasn't going to waste it. Not when your life was in danger.

So he made a decision. A decision he knew he could regret for the rest of his life, but it wouldn't matter, not when he had you safe and sound in his arms again.

Jake sighed at the thought of the phone call he had received an hour ago and he felt trapped. The deal he had accepted was dangerous, but that was all for you.

''Jake was sitting at his desk, hunched over it, repeatedly reading the files on the drug dealer who had you. His name was Maximus Rodriguez, a notorious drug lord who had his petty dealers act for him and he had you. Jake clenched his fist in anger at the thought. Fuck.

Maximus was dead and so was his entire operation.

He grabbed his cell phone when it started to ring, an unknown number popping up on the screen. He frowned but accepted the call and a high pitched voice began to speak.

''Detective Peralta. What a pleasure.'' The voice said bored. ''Looking for your sweetheart?''

''Who is it?'' Jake asked irritably.

''You don't need to know my name. Yet. But you can call me Maury. I have information that I believe may be of interest to you.''

''Information?'' Jake was attentive. It was obvious this was about you and he was so desperate he would do anything to get you back.

''I know where your precious (Y/N) is being held and I know who her captors are.'' Maury said and Jake was sure the man was smiling.

''… What do you want in return?''

''Straight to the point? I liked. No big deal, I want you to agree to do a simple job for me in exchange for getting your (Y/N) back. Sounds fair to me.''

''What kind of work?'' Jake questioned suspiciously.

''You'll find out when the time comes. Do you accept?'' Jake mumbled a drawling ''yes''. ''Very good. Now pay attention…''

Jake knew where you were and had informed Holt that he had started to prepare to break in. He was asked how he got to know where you were, but Jake lied saying that the drug dealer's criminal record had hidden and useful information.

Nobody questioned him. They didn't believe it, of course, but Jake's look of despair and hatred was so great that they didn't dare question it further.

The focus was on bringing (Y/N) back. All that mattered now was her and he was willing to do anything to get her back.

[…]

The cops were in place and the SWAT team was preparing to break into the warehouse where (Y/N) was apparently being held. They were preparing for an ambush. It's always good to be prepared for anything and Holt had his detectives ready in case something goes wrong. It was a dangerous rescue mission, but everyone would do their best to retrieve (Y/N).

''We're going to count to 10 and go inside. Get ready.'' Holt said, getting into position.

''Right. Let's get on with it.'' Rosa grumbled and grabbed her gun, bracing herself for the chaos that could ensue.

''1, 2, 3…'' Holt started counting and everyone got into their agreed positions. Jake was by the door with one of the SWAT guys and he was shaking with anxiety and rage. ''…9, 10!''

The door was broken down and the police entered the warehouse. They were prepared for a firefight or something, but none of it came. They looked around and Jake sobbed when he saw you. You were tied to a chair, gagged and looking at them in fear and relief.

''Take a look around.'' Holt commanded and the others obeyed. Jake and he came running to you, pulling the ropes and gag out of your mouth.

As soon as you were released, you found yourself hugged tightly by Jake, who began to shed tears of relief onto your shoulder. ''You're alive…'' He sobbed and looked at your bruised face. Yours lip was a little swollen and there were small cuts on your cheek. Jake kissed your cheek gently, not wanting to aggravate any injuries.

Jake didn't let go of you for the next few minutes, clinging to you and whimpering. You didn't let go either. Finally relieved to see him again. Not when you feared you might never see him again and just the thought of it made you grip tighter.

A team of paramedics arrived to assess you and you were taken to the ambulance, where they treated you. Jake, of course, didn't leave your side, eyeing the paramedics suspiciously. You squeezed his hand gently and he kissed your head.

''I was so scared…'' Jake muttered, squeezing her hand tightly.

''Me too…'' You said, lightly stroking Jake's hand with your loose fingers.

''I'm never going to let you out of my sight again, understand?'' He was scared, very afraid that something like that would happen again and he wouldn't let it. He would hunt down your captors and kill them one by one. You would never be taken from him again.

''I love you.'' He uttered and you smiled, he bent down and placed a light kiss on your lips, very carefully to not hurt you.

''I love you too, you idiot.'' You laughed and laid your head against his shoulder as Jake sat down next to you.

Jake finally felt calm, you were where you belonged, beside him. He would find the bastards who hurt you and they would regret ever being born. He kissed your forehead gently. You were everything to him.

He knew he had to keep his end of the bargain, but he'd think about that later. You were more important and he would deal with the consequences later.

''I won't let anyone hurt you again.'' Jake swore, looking into your eyes deeply and you knew he wasn't lying.

It was a promise. An oath.

[fancifulflora]

Something New: Soda (Mychael x Reader)

I now am writing for a new character! He just gives me so much serotonin I had to crawl out of my cave to throw something down. The character for those who don't know, is Mychael from Mushroom Oasis. A VN by Deersphere Studios if i remember correctly

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Mychael stared down at the aluminum can with vague recognition, the tip of his tail swinging back and forth as he lowered his head down to be eye level with the drink.

It was really shiny. Colorful too.

"I picked up something from the store for you," you did your best to explain as you unpacked your groceries, fighting back a smile as you watched him cautiously wrapped his tail around the soda and lifted it for closer inspection. "You do know what soda is right?"

"A little... I've seen it on the sides of roads. Although not like this..." He muttered, squinting at the drink before giving it a small shake. For Mychael, who liked keeping his trysts to the modern human world short, soda was just crushed litter that filled the sides of roads and forest paths. Shiny litter, but litter nonetheless.

He gave it another shake, hearing the slosh of liquid inside.

Oh no.

"Wait!"

Your raised voice instantly cast a spell on the recluse, Mychael as still as a statue, only his his widened eyes daring to shift over to you across the table. Did he do something wrong?

"Just... be careful." You warned, placing a hand on his tail and lowering the can to safety. "It might blow if you shake it too hard."

Mychael's gaze turned fearful as he looked down at the nuke you had just brought into your shared home, a cold sweat sliding down his back.

Blow?

Now that would certainly explain all those crushed pieces of aluminum wouldn't it?

He placed down the can as gingerly as possible before pulling his tail to safety. Then he looked over at you an awkward smile given in thanks for such a dangerous gift.

Amusement, the corner of your lip was raised at the sight of him. Oh... You must have been joking... probably.

"I'm only teasing," Your confirmation lessened his worry as he watched your retreating form fetch two cups and crack open the can, the fizz bringing another twitch to Mychael's ears as he watched foamy liquid begin to be portioned out for the two of you.

"What does it taste like?" He asked, taking a cup from you and feeling a light mist hit him as he took a precursory sniff at the drink.

Not much to note smell wise.

Interesting...

"This one is lemon flavored. I'm pretty sure they take some flavored syrup and then inject carbonated water into it to make soda."

"What's car-bun-ate water?"

"Uh... I'll explain it to you another day," Mychael nodded at this, happy to settle for one new piece of information at a time. Carefully he tilted the cup and then took a deep sip of this mystery drink.

It stung against his taste buds... but not in any overly painful way. And there was an almost sickly sweetness to it. Like berries a little too ripe into the season, just, he supposed, without the berry flavor.

He could sorta taste the lemon flavor, perhaps lemons were different for the humans that made this drink. Or maybe it was a type of lemon he couldn't forage for or buy around this area.

Either way... it was good.

His best friend's laughter brought his attention back to them, a finger bring pointed at his tail.

"I can see you like it a whole lot," You mused, watching his tail wildly whip back and forth. It stopped the moment you pointed it out, a dark blue spreading across Mychael's ears and face as he frantically tucked the wayward tail away.

"I-It was really good, the drink. Kinda weird, but in a good way!"

"Well I'm glad you like it, it's not the best thing to have all the time but if you want, I can grab a new flavor every once in a while... let you see try them out and see what you like." The offer was almost as sickly sweet as the drink he could still taste on his tongue, Mychael looking down at his now empty cup before giving a small lick of his lips and nodding.

"Yeah...yeah, I think I'd like that, please..." he whispered, the shy request bringing an unnoticed smile onto his guest's face.

"It's a deal."

[cambion-companion]

Hello, did you see the viral tweet where they say that Helena did not see the evil/sarcasm in Aemond because she never saw it like that? it could be a request in the same scenario where the reader ( wife, you decide if she is a sister, cousin, niece or from another house ) is a sunshine and maybe it could be combined where in a fight or frustrated aemond he puts all his frustration on her and shows that hidden side? I love the angst but with a happy ending. Thank you

You lovely people are making me giddy with all your wonderful compliments, thank you! @lauraneedstochill made an excellent point that Aemond wouldn't be an asshole to who he loves...that's why I am struggling so much with this plotline haha I have to come up with something believable and he's not making it easy!

Aemond x fem!reader | angst to smut | 18+ only | reader getting bent over and her guts rearranged

“Aemond, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!”

“That’s not my point, Y/N!”

The two of you stood facing each other, hands balled into fists at your sides, glaring daggers.  You had taken a trip, unbeknownst to your husband, to Flea Bottom, visiting the orphanage there to bring food and toys to the children.

“Did you at least have guards with you?”  Aemond asked, tilting his head while his violet eye widened.

You hesitated, knowing full well you had not thought to bring a retinue of guardsmen.

Aemond looked to the ceiling as if praying for strength as he ran a hand through his silver hair.  “Gods help me, Y/N, you will be the death of me.”

“I am here, aren’t I?”  You cried, tossing aside the shawl you’d worn to the inner city. “Alive and well.”

“So the rumors I heard are untrue?”  Your husband pierced you with his keen gaze, folding his arms tight across his chest.  

He had already donned his long coat and sword by the time you got back, panting from the exertion of running.  A group of men had indeed interrupted your time with the children, their sole aim to capture and hold you for ransom.  Exactly how Aemond had heard that before you had even returned to the Keep only attested to the many eyes and ears in the city that belonged to the royal family.

“Y/N?”  His voice was low, daring you to deny it.

“I…”  You locked eyes with him, jutting your chin out in defiance. “As I have already said, I am safe. I-”

“You are a fool!”  Aemond barked, striding toward you, scaring you backwards with the suddenness of his movement.  He reached out as if to take your shoulders in his hands but dropped his arms at the last moment, instead leaning down into your space, his eye narrowed in anger. “A naive child.  To risk everything on a whim.  You could have been killed, or worse!”  Aemond smoothed a hand over his head again, turning his back on your shocked and hurt expression.

“I am not a child.”  You whispered, your face burning as you stared at Aemond’s tense shoulders.  “I wanted to help.”

Aemond raised a gloved hand, signaling you to stop speaking.  He shook his head, not speaking as he strode to the open door.  He didn’t so much as spare you a glance before he disappeared into the corridor beyond.  

“Shit.”  You muttered to the empty room. “He’s pissed.”

Your heart twisted; the image of his anger fresh in your mind’s eye. The underlying fear you had seen on his face sent a fresh weight of guilt crashing in your chest.  You had been in the wrong, he was right, you had risked everything…not even thinking to bring guards to the orphanage or telling your husband where you were going.

You couldn’t remain still, instead choosing to walk aimlessly down the stone hallways.  Your feet found themselves outside Alicent’s reading room, the one she so often occupied.  You raised a fist and knocked softly, wondering if you would get a response.  

“Come in.”  Came the soft reply.

Alicent was perched upon a sofa beside the flickering fire, a small book in her delicate hands.  She looked up at you, a small knowing smile upon her face, her brown eyes alight with sympathy. “Sit with me, Y/N.”  She marked her place before setting her book aside, patting the cushions next to where she sat invitingly.

You took a seat, looking from her face to the burning flames, the threat of tears still present behind your eyes.  “Where…?

“He took Vhagar out flying.”

“Oh.”  Your voice was small.

Alicent reached over and began rubbing small circles into your back. “He worries for your safety, Y/N.”  She ducked her head to find your eyes. “He loves you very much, you know.”

You nodded, throat constricting, fighting valiantly against the urge to cry.  Alicent’s face softened as she opened her arms to you.  She rocked you slightly as your own mother would, murmuring soothing words into your hair as you embraced her. She took your arms, steadying you as you straightened back up. “Aemond will still be cross with you when he returns.  Make sure he knows you won’t make that kind of mistake again, alright?”

“Yes.”  You spent a few more silent moments with your mother-in-law, sitting amiably with each other.  

As Alicent picked up her book to resume reading, you stood, brushing your skirts and making your way back into the hallway.  You were grateful for her counsel, Alicent knew Aemond better than anyone in the world.

The hour grew late, you had spent most of it pacing before your bedroom fireplace, chewing on your nails.  Aemond did not return, not even as the moon rose high in the dark sky.  As the flames in your hearth began to dwindle into burning embers, you finally changed into your gossamer nightgown, slipping beneath the covers.  You lay awake a long time before sleep took you, still waiting for the telltale opening of your chamber door heralding the return of your husband.

Warm hands caressing the skin of your thighs, digging into your supple flesh with firm fingers, roused you from a deep sleep.  You groaned, rolling onto your back, your eyes flickering blearily open to see Aemond sitting above you.  His anger appeared to be mostly gone, save for the pursed lips and steely glint lingering within his eye as he watched you wake.  His hands continued to knead and probe at you, trailing up to your breasts, squeezing hard enough to elicit a mewl from your mouth.  

“Aemond.” You hissed, beginning to rise into a sitting position only for him to swoop down upon you, pinning your wrists to the pillow above your head.  

His long hair, illuminated in the moonlight, tickled your shoulders as he leaned down, his breath ghosting across your open mouth. “You vex me to no end, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.”  You wriggled beneath his heavy weight, your chest heaving as you panted. “I wasn’t thinking!”

“No.”  Aemond kissed you with such fervor it stole the breath from your lungs.  “You weren’t.”  His one hand continued to hold your wrists together while he sucked bruising kisses to the column of your neck.  “I can also tell you’re not sorry, nor do you think you were in the wrong.”  He cupped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him as you attempted to turn your head. “Those eyes of yours say it all, Y/N.”  Aemond kissed your lips roughly, dragging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “You can never hide your thoughts from me.”

“Is that so?”  In a fluid movement you wrapped your legs around Aemond’s torso, pulling and pushing in equal measure, catching him off-guard enough to flip him underneath you.  You blew strands of hair off your face, your hands now splayed across his bare chest, straddling him triumphantly. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.”

Aemond made a low dangerous noise in his throat, a thin smirk curving his plush lips as he studied you, his hair a mess on the pillow and across his angular face. With seemingly little effort Aemond rose from the bed, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you flush against him as he found his feet.  You let out an undignified squeak, throwing your arms around his neck to keep from falling backward.  

Aemond walked to the wall, pressing your back against it non to gently, releasing your legs to instead grip your throat, applying gentle pressure, coaxing your chin up so he could capture your parted lips in another searing kiss.  You felt Aemond’s knee between your thighs, moving in tandem with you as you ground your heat down upon him, desperately seeking friction.  

His long fingers stroked a fiery path along the skin of your stomach, dipping down to the junction of your legs.  You jerked against his touch as he dipped into your slickness, rubbing languid circles against your swollen clit.  Aemond pulled away from your searching lips enough so he could watch your wanton expression with his hooded eye, your mouths barely touching as you breathed each other in.

He pressed into your quivering cunt, two of his fingers diving deep and curling against the spot that brought stars to your eyes. “Aemond.” You murmured, your eyes rolling shut as you felt your climax approaching, his other hand still holding your throat.

Aemond removed his fingers from you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.  With a whimper of frustration, you opened your eyes to glare at him.

“You think yourself deserving of a swift release?”  Aemond quirked a brow at you, that damned smirk back on his beautifully wicked face.  

“I’m close…”  You reached down with your hand to try and pleasure yourself, but he caught your wrist, stopping you. “To giving you a swift kick to the groin.”  You snarled, fighting once more to free yourself from Aemond’s firm grasp.

He chuckled at that.  “You have enough fire to counter that of a dragon, Y/N.” Aemond spun you around roughly, your chest now pressing against the wall as he freed himself from his trousers.  “Bend over.”

Heat pooled in your belly, yet stubbornness prevailed, and you remained rigidly upright, your head turned to watch him from your periphery.  

“If you want to cum at all tonight, you will do as I say.”  Aemond’s voice was dangerously low as he spoke in your ear, his body pressed flush to yours as he pulled at your hips with his hands.  

You obeyed, your hands pressing against the stone wall as you allowed Aemond to pull you back while pushing you down, bowing your body beneath his.  You shivered, feeling his teeth and lips brushing along the exposed skin of your neck and back.  The head of his leaking member brushed your folds as Aemond lined himself to your wanting entrance.  He slowly pushed into you, agonizingly slow, until he was seated fully within your cunt.  Aemond held your hips firm as you tried to move against him, reveling in the warmth of your walls around his twitching member.  “Gods.”  He breathed.  “I could fill you with little more than just this.”

“Aemond, please.”  You didn’t beg often; he didn’t give you many reasons to.  But tonight was proving to be a unique situation.

His hands gripped the dip of your waist tighter as he pulled out of you just to sink right back in, a hiss of pleasure escaping his mouth.  “You’re so ready for me, Y/N.” He pumped into you again, taking his time, enjoying the sweet moans he dragged from your lips with each thrust.

You pressed your forehead against the wall, one of your hands reaching back to grasp at Aemond’s wrist.

“Do you need me to fuck you harder?”  

The filth of his words sent a quivering spasm to your core, Aemond grunting as you squeezed against his cock.  

“Please.”  It seemed to be the only word you could say; the only phrase you could think.  “Please Aemond.”

He rutted into you, making you gasp with the sudden force of his strokes as he increased the pace.  Your breasts bounced as he fucked you against the wall, his hands coming to hold them in place as he pressed his chest flush against your back.  Aemond mouthed at the flesh of your neck, pulling you to stand straight as he continued the demanding pace.  

“Look at me.”  His hand was at your throat once more as you turned your head to look at him.  His lips brushed yours as he looked down upon you. “Promise me you won’t stray into danger again.”  

“I-ah!”  Your hands clutched at his torso, your walls tightening around him. “I-”

“If you want me to give you release, promise me.”  Aemond’s breathing was heavy against your open mouth, he was just as close to his climax as you.  

“I promise…Aemond.” You gasped, his tongue flicking out to taste the nectar of your lips as your orgasm began crashing over you. “I promise.”  You said over and over as, legs shaking, you began to cum around him, your clenching walls milking the seed from him as he came with you.  He held you steady, his firm arms around your chest as you bent forward once more, the force of your orgasm taking hold of your trembling body.  Aemond continued to stroke deeply into you; once, twice, three times more, each motion sending a new shockwave to your center.  Finally satisfied, he stilled, his softening manhood buried to the hilt as you both slowly came down from your high.

When Aemond pulled out, allowing you to stand straight, you felt his hot seed escaping your used quim, trickling down your legs.  You turned your body, pressing against him as your lips found his.  “I am sorry, Aemond.”  You murmured, his soft expression prompting you to speak. “I never meant to cause you such worry.”

“I know, my love.”  He whispered, his eye flicking between your own. “All is forgiven.”  

He kissed you again, you felt his fingers scoop up the cum escaping from you and pushing it back into your cunt.  You shivered against him, newly aroused at this unexpected action.  He swept you up into his arms, depositing you back onto the bed and crawling atop you once more.  “I’m not finished with you, however.”  He grinned slyly, his hands spreading your legs for him to push long fingers back into your wet heat.  You arched up into his touch, already feeling a fresh wave of arousal.

Aemond kissed you deeply, drinking down your gasps of pleasure as he scooped more of his seed from your thigh and pressed it back where he wanted it most.  “There are still a few lessons I’m sure I can teach you before the dawn breaks.”  He chuckled sinfully against your mouth. “Roll onto your stomach for me, my love.”

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ PSYCHO HOLE

tomorrow / either i will murder you / or you will rinse the knife in water.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ arlecchino. genshin impact. cw : angst (?) ; mention of blood. quote cr : garous abdolmalekian. ashwarya. tagging @pixelcafe-network. repost.

act one : BUT THE STAIN OF A CURSED EXISTENCE IS A TREACHEROUS BEING : HIDEOUS , HORRIFYING , HUMANIZING.

the first time you witness the black that adorns her skin is the first time your heart beats in vast terror. a battle gone wrong, tattered clothes and gloves, and then the reveal of the truest & highest self of a harbinger.

you do not know what to do, what to think. you are unsure if it is the adrenaline of survival that makes the life in your chest ache violently so, or if it is the fear and wanting of the unknown.

arlecchino stands before you, yet you do not dare cast your gaze upon her. you swallow hard, eyes following the drips of sanguine that fall from wretched claws. oh, dearest, how they sink into the hollows of the world, forever fragmented into existence in remnant of death. the blood is too much. it's too much-- the way it splatters across her skin, nearly drenching all black until it is an ocean of madness and crimsons and massacres.

your hands tremble. your stomach churns. you look elsewhere, searching for refuge, but the blood follows, and somewhere in its meaning is the death of those it once belonged to, and that makes your heart beat faster and faster until you feel your mind on the verge of break.

"stand."

the blood is too much.

you listen, but still, you do not look. you are afraid, but you are unsure of what.

a sharpness digs into your face, sudden. harsh. her claws press into your skin-- not light, but seldom hard enough to draw blood. you know very well that she could harm you if she desired, yet she doesn't. she jerks your chin up, forces you to meet her gaze.

"it's ill-mannered to not look your savior in the eye."

your mouth runs dry. something unfamiliar gnaws at your humanity.

"i... am thankful that the blood on your hands is not mine."

and in the abyss of black and red, there's just the faintest trace of amusement in the echoes of apathy.

"a simple thank you would have sufficed."

act two : BUT THE STAIN OF A CURSED EXISTENCE IS A TREACHEROUS BEING : FRIGHTENING , FOREIGN , FATED.

you do not know what draws you to her, this harbinger. it has been a long while since your first encounter, and still, you have remained by her side. you do not know why. you do not know why she agrees to your companionship. you question it more often than you'd like.

she is a complexity of things you have yet to unravel, and truth be told, you doubt you will ever understand her, her past, or who she truly is, and maybe it's better that way. that's what you'll tell yourself, anyway, even if it might hurt.

because she is both safety and danger to you, and you wish that frightened you, but it doesn't. you wish that it would drive you away, but it doesn't. she is no sanctuary, no haven, and though she is lined with cruelty, there is not always a coldness in her heart. you know this.

"i did not save you with the intention of keeping your presence." she tells you one day, and you cannot help but smile.

she washes the crimson off her hands. an all too common sight you have grown to adore. you watch in fascination every time, searching the bright red that fades into an everlasting black.

"yet you do not push me away, arlecchino."

she does not respond. she stares at the bloodied waters, the hazy red a familiarity. in her muddled reflection, there is nothing but vacancy.

"no, i don't."

( she doesn't. she should. you both know this. )

act three : BUT THE STAIN OF A CURSED EXISTENCE IS A TREACHEROUS BEING : ADORED , ADMIRED , ANTAGONIZED.

the world is not meant to be viewed in good and evil, but how it is deeply desired so. it would make things simpler, wouldn't it? the truth would be so easy, the war between logic and emotion dissipated into black and white and seldom gray.

that's what you'd like to imagine, anyway. because even in a world full of good and evil, you do not know where you stand, nor do you know where arlecchino stands. your heart beats dearly for her, but you do not know whether it is with love or infatuation or with warning of the end to come.

perhaps it will be a happy ending. perhaps you will not be in it, whether in death or other means.

you are unsure.

you sit before her, staring at the translucent water in the basin. it has yet to be disturbed by another, pure. your reflection is curious, though you are unable to study it for long. your gaze shifts elsewhere as she grabs your jaw; it is a familiar feeling, the way she forces you to look at her.

it's a dark nostalgia, you think. the blood on her claws, the digging sensation in your face, though much gentler than before. you aren't afraid this time. she stares at you, visage empty. she waits.

your lips curve, subtle. there is a strange exhilaration in the mourning of it all, and one day, you will understand it.

"i wonder," you begin, hand wrapping around her wrist, "when it will be my blood on your hands one day."

something in her expression changes. you barely catch it, but even then, you cannot read it. she leans forward, closes the distance between you, her lips just inches away from yours.

"will you be thankful, even then?"

her grip on your jaw tightens, but still, the claws do not draw blood. you wish it did. you grin.

"of course." you answer, and slowly, you press your lips against hers. "i will always be thankful."

[oneshlut]

Ok, first off, love love Love your yandere Flug headcanons! I am injecting them into my veins as we speak. On that note, could you write something branching off of that base idea but with the twist that reader is 100% supportive of Flug being a yandere? Could be anything from just accepting his love to actively encouraging him to kill people for them. Thank you for your time, hope you have a great day!

A/N: ooh, of course!! i was actually planning to do this with yandere dating hcs for flug since someone had requested for a general pt2 of these hcs, so thanksies for the request!! accepting x yandere is so horrifically adorable <33 (also SO HAPPY you liked my previous hcs!!)

Two of Hearts (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Willing!Reader) [Headcanons]

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WARNINGS: Mentions of homocide, depictions of blood, unhealthy obsessions, yandere themes, general dead dove contents!!

Summary: General headcanons for a yandere Dr. Flug with an accepting/supporting reader for his behavior

Extra Info: This does NOT condemn yandere behaviors irl. Purely fictional scenario, do not support this toxic behavior in others. im sure you all know that though <33

Love can escalate. When it does, it escalates fast. This escalation can range from a proposal in a matter of weeks, a date in a matter of days, to murder in a matter of hours. Often times, Flug's love escalated to murder. He has before for you, and he would again.

Being a "real" villain gives Flug some sort of confidence boost. He hardly stutters, never cowers in fear, and opts to make extremely bold decisions. Decisions he wouldn't normally make. Well, the first and most obvious would be homocide--but he also gains the confidence to confess to you.

He wouldn't dare kidnap you, though! Of course, not if you took it well! Luckily, things didn't have to go that way, since you agreed to be his boyfriend.

Wait, what.

It wasn't that huge of a shock. I mean, he knew you'd either say yes or no, but he was fully prepared to receive a no. I guess that chloroform-laced cloth in his pocket wasn't necessary after all! He was ecstatic to be yours! As long as you didn't find out about anything he was doing, the two of you would hold up well!

Hah, that wouldn't last long. He was confident with himself at first, but now that you're together for real? All his confidence was immediately swept away when you kissed him for the first time--that or when you first told him "I love you". It really made him put things into perspective--he was yours. And you were his. Flug was more lovesick than ever, more than he had realized. It was adorable, watching him trip over himself anytime you walked into the room.

It was now over a month of the two of you being together, and both of you were happy with your relationship! Flug was still pretty confident you wouldn't find out about what he was doing, and you were.. Actually, you were slowly gaining suspicion.

Over time, you began to notice small flaws in his usual behavior. Very small flaws, yes, but not too small to go unseen. Some of these would be nice, such as Flug going out of his way to get you something on an outing. This would be normal, if it wasn't every outing. And on other days, he would just switch up and do the complete opposite--not noticing you when you greeted him, spacing out while just.. staring at you.. or he would respond to you in two word sentences. He was either in a whole other world, or completely caught up in yours. It was distracting how easily he could just.. switch. It put you off, but you decided to ignore it for the most part.

One day, he came home extremely silent. Actually, you hadn't even noticed he had left in the first place. You watched as he retreated to his room--seperate from his lab. Not even a hello, nor an answer to your simple questions as he walked. You began to fear that he was ignoring you. What could you have done wrong..? That, or he was just spacing out again, which felt a bit unlikely.

Slowly gaining curiosity, you decided to take a small visit to his lab. Maybe 5.0.5. knew something? In all honesty, you weren't just "curious".. you were worried. Unfortunately, taking this visit to his lab didn't help with that feeling of worry at all. Opening the door with a painfully loud creak, you were stunned to find the place in shambles. It wasn't messy in the way it looked like a break-in--no, it looked man made. Some of the lights were turned off, his materials were scattered over his multiple desks, many syringes laid out across the floor--most still had chemicals in them. Watching your step, you made your way to his main workplace, the mess being no different from the rest of the lab. Unlabeled papers of research and crumpled up papers laid sprawled out on his desk. The entire scene was extremely unusual of him--he was always so in order, so organized, sometimes he'd have panic attacks when things were out of order! And yet.. it looks like Dr. Flug made this mess of his lab himself. Sure, you hadn't been to his laboratory in a while, but how much could he have done to his space in that time? Saying the situation was confusing would be an understatement.

But out of everything in the room, one thing stood out to you the most. His closet--normally nice and organized.. it was now dirty, rustic, and one of the latches on the door was now broken. The atmosphere around it was.. intimidating, to say the least. The inside was extremely dark, with some of the darkness spilling out into the already dim laboratory. Hesitantly, you approached it, opening the unbroken door.

It looked somewhat like you suspected--heaps of clothes on the floor of the closet, instead of neatly hung up. Things were looking normal.. except for the blood on some of the clothes. Your mouth silently gaped open as to not draw much attention as you crouched down to inspect the clothes. Horrified, you found many more pieces of clothing with blood. Actually the whole pile. And it wasn't looking like it was his blood--no, it wasn't seeped into the clothes from the inside. It was splattered on, it was somebody else's.

You took a few shaky steps back. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Flug wouldn't.. kill people, right? Part of you was open to the idea--he was a villain, after all. But he never went out of his way to kill..

You looked down at your now bloody palms. He wouldn't kill anyone in this fashion, either. ..Would he? Was he really that.. gruesome of a person? And you had no idea..?

While caught up and reeling in your own thoughts, you lacked the attention to notice Dr. Flug approaching you.

The last thing you remembered was blacking out.

Dr. Flug never intended for you to find out about any of this. The mess of his mental state, the mess of his lab, and the mess he's been making of.. other people. Maybe he could develop a mind erasing serum? Or.. would that be too easy? Perhaps he could just manipulate you into believing it was all a dream.. Either way, he was glad that chloroform-laced cloth came in handy after all.

So, as far as he knew, you would definitely not be supportive of what he was doing. He was doing all this for a misunderstanding in his eyes. You're always full of surprises, though. That's what he loves about you.

When he found out that you were totally okay with his obsessive tendencies, perhaps even supportive, Flug was completely over the moon. If it was possible to fall even deeper in love than he already was, he definitely did at that moment.

Knowing this, he doesn't keep you to himself. Now that he knows how much you love him in return, he has no reason to not trust you! Things can finally start going back to normal.. if uh.. homocide and killing sprees count as "normal" to you.

He's either smothering you with attention or as shy as a mouse. There's two sides of Dr. Flug that clash with each other when it comes to you. He wants to be forward with you--confident, mainly. But when he does, he backs out, becoming immediately flustered. Honestly, when the idea of you enjoying the idea of him killing for you settled into him.. he almost passed out. You really did make him the happiest scientist in the world.

The fact that you supported his actions just made him all the more confident about himself. Sometimes a bit upstuck. You thought what he was doing was righr, why shouldn't he? Whenever he killed someone, he no longer felt remorse. Instead, he felt excited to tell you what he did when he got home. And every time, you would give him the same praise and reassurance. Believe me, Flug is a sucker for praise.

Dr. Flug likes to brag to you about the horrible, awful things he's done. Sure, he loves praise, but actually recieving it makes him extremely flustered. Any "Good job" or "I'm proud of you" made him crumble on the inside. You were gonna be the death of him one of these days.

The two of you prefer to keep your relationship a secret for now and the forseeable future. After all, if Dr. Flug had got himself caught when murdering for you, you would be in trouble for just being associated with him. He wouldn't want that! Not in a million years. But of course, he would never let that happen.

Turns out, this seemed to be the best ending. I mean, who knows what would've happened if you denied him your love? Well, Flug would probably just develop a love potion of sorts. Either way, he's absolutely ecstatic things turned out this way. Despite the obviously very unhealthy relationship, the two of you were happy.. and that's all that mattered.

..Right?

[deefighter2739]

⭐️MetaDede Week day three: Caring.

This time I did a little oneshot. This scenario had been rotating in my mind for a long time and had a chance to practice my writing. 🙏

under the cut to avoid clogging the timeline

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Meta Knight tried to hide his fright when Dedede opened the first aid kit. That medicine and alcohol scent made him nervous.

"I know you don't like this, but I have to clean it." The king said with a distant voice. The disappointment was noticeable in his voice, but he also worried for his knight's fears.

"This is not neccesary, his majesty. I am... I am fine." The knight hesitated when he saw his king soak cotton and bring some bandages.

It was more than obvious it was a lie. It was only necessary to see all the bruises and deep scratches over his body, his exhausted wings, and his emblematic mask broken into dozens of pieces.

"You are not. Give me your arm." Dedede's voice remained monotonous. Meta Knight cooperated when he noted the king wouldn't flinch, but he tensed again when anticipated the cold sensation from that cotton ball.

Though it contributed, this wasn't about his discomfort towards medicines. The powerful warrior didn't want to make it known that he needed help, and he wouldn't admit he was in the wrong. That battle could have cost him his life, and he still took despite the king's orders.

And all of this for what? To prove he was strong? Because the so powerful Sir Meta Knight couldn't refuse to battle? Dedede loved his knight, his best friend and sworn partner. But sometimes he was so reckless...

It frustrated him so much, and Meta Knight knew it too well. So much the brave warrior couldn't even dare to look at his eyes. That king who always was so emotional seemed to be completely apathetic, as if he anticipated all of this.

One more time, he tensed his arm. A last attempt to resist.

"Seriously, you don't have to-"

"Meta Knight, don't be so prideful."

The knight looked up.

Maybe Dedede's voice could have exceeded, and it echoed in the room. He displayed an emotion for the first time in the night, and that short order seemed to release all those feelings he got suppressing.

"Please..."

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours. In a silence that spoke more than a thousand words. Both had so many time knowing each other, and their friendship was so deep they didn't need something else.

Meta Knight finally relaxed his body, allowing his love one's help.

"I'm sorry..."

[lizaluvsthis]

Yes we have... SHORT FICS FOR THE ART'S CONTEXT!

(More yumyum foods)

First art after I vanished!

"Breathe deep..."

Three sunk himself deeper from the bed until...

He woke up to see that he was floating in deep abyss of the water. He wondered how he got here.

He was in a dream. He felt aware about what it felt like... the water flowing his hair upwards, three remained silent. With no urge on what to do or whatsoever...

The water blocking his hearing. No sounds played.

He closed his eyes, tried relaxing his mind and body. Breathing... exhaling... bubbled formed...

"Breathe deep and remember..."

Remember... remember... re... remember what exactly..?

What was he supposed to remember? What was his purpose for doing this so?

Loosening himself off the heavy things...

Taking a bit of a break from everything hard...

"You're okay..."

"You're gonna be okay..."

"You're always okay."

"I am not okay..."

He told himself he was fine, he'd always been fine. Why else wouldn't he be?

What is this gentle and caring emotion that has been giving him? When did he get too comfortable?

Letting all of his negative emotions surpass the blue calming water.

Allowing himself to drift from deep blue..

"If you can't handle your own emotions, just set it all free!"

Keep calm and carry on...

2nd art (repost because why not?

"Close my Eyes"

In reality I forgot to put context so pardon.

Washing Mashine Heart by mitski

Three felt like he wanted to pluck both of his own eyes... wanting to hold the tears... wanting to forget about the things he did...

Fear of everything that he'll lose one day...

Right after what happened...with the castle...

"We're friends!"

...

Its hard to lose him again...

He wondered how did he get too close from him? How he admired the touch of friendship he now has forming with him... he wondered why it even matter to him...

Hence, that he wished from a shooting star. To forget what he had all saw... with everything... so many things... that he didn't want to see again...

Pluck it out.

"Keep those eyes to yourself..."

Blue said. "How are you supposed to see what life gives when everything you've been seeing with your own eyes, meant so much to you...?"

He never spoke, still remained silent. Three closed both of his eyes in a warry night of cold and black.

Smg4 placed both hands in Three's eyes.

"Now open your eyes... what do you see...?"

SMG3 opened his eyes, pitch black is seen around his view. No gap of light from Four's bare hands were shown, just him, and the sight of nothingness...

"Black, I see pitch black..." Three responds, trying to ignore how both of Four's hands are carefully covering his eyes. But he could feel that his hand was cold, a little rough coming from his scars that recovered during the incident.

"Now try to imagine... in a world filled with life. How would you describe your own?"

...

..

.

At this point, the man in purple started to cry. He couldn't handle it. The burden pain that had been ripping his heart, felt like he wanted to tear his skin.

Tried holding his tears, holding it all, keeping everything together.

Bottling it all up...

It wasn't enough...

He wasn't... enough...

For someone... in particular...

He was weak, he made himself weak.

He held both of Four's wrist, the scars from his hands. Now same with his partner's.

He felt like he would melt in any second, not just because of what he'd realize behind what he had been shown.

It was all because of Four as well.

He felt like his insides were stabbing itself, not daring to say a word of another. But wanting to... yet he can't...

Everything felt worthless...

He tried to muster up a word... say something.... anything at all...

It was crushing him deep inside, he just couldn't do it...

Something getting stuck from his throat, strangling his neck even tho nothing physical .

But why couldn't he...?

"Empty... am I right?"

He wasn't wrong. His whole world was nothing, he was nothing, everything from his life used to be filled with chaos and hate. It was black. Well- used to be...

Now everything... at his current... now had filled him with life, the meaning, the shine that brightens up from the gaps beyond the trees whenever he goes out of his cafe.

Taking himself for a walk and happens to see nature.. so peacefully here... so calm... so...

Quiet..

He wonders how Four could even do it... how he could explain everything about it than just using words. How this felt so simple for him to do.

Now there was Four. From his point of view, he saw his ex rival casually hanging around with his close friend Mario while him...

Standing behind the tall trees, sharing a peek with his red eyes. To witness an eye catching wonder of smg4 laughing, a sweet and adoring laugh.

Made the full view of orange turning to blue, his color.

It was beautiful... it made him feel things that mostly have been felt whenever he saw him happy.

He wish that he had that too...

Why... not... me...?