#I realize he is made to look like the puppet Near had of him but this looks soooo goofy

[honorhearted]

"Softer doesn't necessarily mean better," Benjamin offered. "I've met all sorts of women -- rich, poor, cruel and kind -- but the ones who are soft are typically little more than grinning puppets. I have no interest in speaking with someone who regurgitates the latest Parisian fashions, or can name a work of art, yet clearly has no capacity to say why the piece moves them." He shrugged. "Experience generates interest. Even if you lashed me within an inch of my life with that tongue of yours, I'd far rather hear you call me a jingle-brained mopus than listen to any flighty, bottle-headed socialite discuss the weather patterns -- without, of course, actually understanding said weather."

Perhaps he was being cruel. Just like Benjamin had unkindly made assumptions about Fantine, it was quite possible that he was doing the same about these women he continuously found within his orbit.

Fortunately, Fantine seemed far more taken by the charms of the ocean than his brief diversion. He found himself mirroring her smile, his eyes crinkling warmly around the edges. "Where is your hometown?" he asked. "I've always lived by the seaside...in fact, staying here is the longest I've ever been away from it. I don't have saltwater in my veins, unlike one of my best friends, but I assuredly miss the breezy air and the rare reprieve of just lazing about along the sand."

Suddenly realizing just what she had said, Benjamin's smile faded and he blinked in surprise. "Oh... You've never been to the sea? Ever?" he asked. With a sheepish little smile, he apologized, "I'm sorry...there I go again, prattling away before fully assessing the situation. Clearly, not everyone lives by water, so it's foolish to assume we all can afford such trips. But I'd be glad to take you, if...i-if you wanted? Though if you don't get sick of the ocean after sailing to America for days on end, that'll be the true testament to your fortitude."

A look of shyness graced her features, and Benjamin felt a jolt rush through him at her kind declaration.

"You would be a wonderful father."

"I certainly hope so," he murmured, his cheeks pinkening with pleasure. "I can never presume to be lucky enough -- perhaps this is all I'm meant to do in this life -- but whatever my true path, I'm trying my best to enjoy it."

Barely suppressing a snort, he agreed, "Father will have to wait. Unless he wants grandchildren out of wedlock -- which, at this point, perhaps he is willing to turn a blind eye -- he'll have no choice but to allow things to take their course."

An amiable silence fell between them, soft and warm, before Fantine pleaded for a bit of companionship. In truth, Benjamin didn't understand why she seemed so ashamed by the request. He'd always been accustomed to sleeping near others -- during boyhood, he was with his brother; in college, his dear friend, Hale; in the war, his fellow officers -- so why would he find it so strange to wish for a bit of company?

"It's not a lot to ask at all," he reassured. "I can barely sleep, if you want the honest truth, so I don't mind sitting up. It's not like I would've been asleep by now anyway." Here, he gently took her elbow, attempting to steer her toward her bed. "Get in," he encouraged. "I'll pull up a chair and wait until I know you're asleep."

Fantine's heckles finally relaxed. She wanted so much to relax and displace her baggage if only for a short moment. Her knuckles were white with how tightly she clutched it, arms aching with the weight of it. It was as if she was scared Benjamin could take it and dig through it; find aspects of her beyond what he already knew and use it to wound her further.

As they tiptoed around one another, Fantine was beginning to realise with more certainty that this man did not wish to do anything of the sort. Where her anxiety rested, Cosette became that bridge between them— common ground to which they could speak honestly.

"I know she will, I want that for her, too." It was something she would never have been able to provide Cosette alone. His interference had become a blessing in disguise; for Cosette at first, but now for Fantine. She did not comment on her supposed input in Cosette's intelligence or development... they had been apart for so long, what little Fantine had managed to provide seemed so long ago now. "I'm not a particularly good marker for knowing if you're charming a woman or not. Do not let me put you off— many women are softer than me."

Fantine listened with genuine interest, the spark of hope bringing life to long since dead eyes. Admittedly, Setauket didn't appeal to her in the slightest. In fact, it invited a familiar sense of nausea; the reason she had become as she had was because of a small, in-each-other's-pockets community. The mention of his father caused an involuntary grimace. If he was as religious a man as Benjamin said he was, then she could only imagine what he would think of a woman such as Fantine— although perhaps her moral failings would discourage the idea that there was anything between them in that way.

"The sea?" she repeated, the slightest smile touching her lips not dissimilar to childish excitement. "My hometown is not far from the sea, but... well, I never got a chance to visit."

Fantine felt a slight blush spread across her cheeks. Every now and then she caught herself hoping, only to reel it back just in case. "You would be a wonderful father." Her head nodded as she spoke, almost trying to reinforce her words. "Your love extends beyond Cosette. I can see how much you care about children and their futures. As for your father, he can continue to wait. I understand your lack of patience to some degree, now." Fantine's smile momentarily grew wider before she allowed her hands to fall to her side.

Finally, Fantine dared to glance up, vulnerability taking its opportunity as she swallowed her pride. "I need to sleep, I know... can..." the words stuck in her throat... "can you sit with me until I finally fall asleep again? I know it's a lot to ask, so I won't be offended if you decline."

[artificialflav]

L Death Note - Finger Puppet Plush

[fatuismooches]

a lesson in the heart.

an alternate ending to lesson 10, in which you never “d̷͉̅͆į̷̩̀͋e̷̛̲͂d̷̢͒͊?”  and never reincarnated.

Today, you were getting married to Kabukimono! It was bound to be such a joyous and blessed day! Yes, indeed the puppet had proposed to you (with the help of Niwa and Katsuragi) many months ago out of nowhere. You had no clue that he was planning such a grand thing, and to think it went unnoticed by you! You actually had to applaud him for managing to keep a secret for so long.

Kabukimono had taken great care to plan the surprise. Food that he had made all by himself without your knowledge (no wonder he had so many small cuts on his fingers!) Scoping out many beautiful places near Tatarasuna, mulling over which one was the prettiest and best for the proposal. Fretting to Niwa and the others about what he should say and them reassuring him every five minutes that everything was going to be fine. To think that your Kabukimono had matured so much was quite endearing.

When he woke you up one morning, lavishing your body in kisses, you sleepily thought nothing of it. Of course, waking each other up with soft kisses was a routine for both of you. But you knew something was up when Kabukimono refused to let you get out of bed, begging for you to relax and “let him take care of you.” You were a bit confused at this turn of events, as today was not your birthday or anniversary, or anything special that you could think of… were you forgetting something? Nevertheless, you were greatly pleased by Kabukimono’s improved skills in the kitchen. The breakfast he made was quite delicious.

He then carefully bathed your body, lovingly running his hands over you, a wide grin on his face. Okay, now you knew something was up because Kabukimono was never one who could contain his excitement easily. He kind of gave it away, but you still didn’t know what he was thinking of.

“Alright love, when are you gonna tell me what’s got you so pleased this morning?” The puppet jumped at your question. He didn’t realize he was showing his emotions so clearly. Oops. But you still had no clue about his surprise! He would just go along with you right now.

“You’ll see, [Name],” he hummed, “It’s very important and special.” You raised an eyebrow at this. His vague words only served to rile your curiosity even more. After, he ushered you to your closet and told you to get ready before he left swiftly. Huh. Today really seemed like it would be quite interesting. You decided to dress up a bit more than usual, nothing too plain, nothing too fancy either.

It was only more surprising when Kabukimono was waiting for you at the door, a basket of food and a blanket in his hands. You wondered, where did he get all this food fr- Ah, Niwa’s figure quickly scurrying away was your answer. So he was in on whatever this was too… 

Kabukimono’s breath was taken away from how lovely you looked right now. His (hopefully) soon-to-be spouse. The thing about Kabukimono was that he didn’t even need to speak for you to feel adored. His wide and in-awed eyes told everything you needed to know as you scratched your head shyly. The eccentric then grabbed your hand and led you to the spot he had chosen, and you two made conversation on the way. Laughs and chatter filled the air.

The place he had chosen was breathtaking. You didn’t know how he had managed to find somewhere so pretty, but you loved it. And the food was incredibly tasty, all made by your lover himself. He blushed as you couldn’t stop the praises from leaving your mouth. You two spent hours like that, the day dwindling away until it was time to go back. But towards the end, Kabukimono seemed nervous about something, picking at his clothes and biting his lip nervously, his legs seemingly frozen in place.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Kabukimono’s eyes flickered toward yours and then back to the ground. 

“[Name], I… I have something to tell you.” A wave of uneasiness overcame you. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did anything bad happen?

“I’m listening,” you offered your full attention. He balled his fists and then released them, taking in a deep breath, resolution then flowing into his body.

“[Name], you… changed my life forever. When I was abandoned, I believed that I was worthless and that I was not useful to anyone. I thought I would be scorned and forced to be by myself forever. But you… you changed my fate. You taught me so many things no one else could, and most importantly, I learned… love. I never thought I could love or be loved. But you love me so unconditionally, and I can’t help but love you even more. You’re the one who taught me these emotions, these feelings. I love you, [Name],” Kabukimono devotedly stated. You were speechless. He then fumbled for something in his pocket but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of what it was.

“Every day we’ve been together is a day I’ve felt so happy, and…” Kabukimono gulped, building up his courage, “And I would like to ask… would you let me make all of your days happy too?” Kabukimono went down on one knee and opened the ring box, revealing a ring. The band was a very simple one, one like most of the couples around here wore. It was all he could afford, after all, they were in the simple village of Tatarasuna. But that didn’t matter to either of you. It was still so beautiful, you thought as you stared at it unmoving. 

Kabukimono had initially taken your shocked silence as a no and began to worry and backtrack his words, before you snapped out of your daze and tackled him, sending both of your bodies to the ground. Before your fiancé could speak again, you pressed your lips onto his which he muffingly spoke against, and then realizing what was happening, kissed back.

“Oh, of course Kabukimono! Of course I’ll marry you!” You vehemently declared, peppering his face in kisses. Kabukimono had to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling too much, for his mouth already hurt from the excessive smiling and laughter. When he slipped the ring onto your finger, you never felt happier.

It seemed like the entire village knew of the plan except you because when you returned, everyone was there waiting and then cheered at the sight of the engagement rings on your and Kabukimono’s fingers. It was embarrassing… but very sweet.

Both of you were home, and nothing could change that.

—

All the villagers had joined together to help with the wedding preparations. Weddings were a sacred event for them, especially the union between their beloved puppet and you! It was a very busy time and it took lots of effort, but eventually, everything was prepared. The venue, which was of course the humble village, was decked out in lovely decorations. Tons of delicious food were prepared, and many outfits were created for the ceremony. The day of the wedding itself was beautiful, and the wind gently caressed you and Kabukimono as you two stood at the altar, reciting your vows to each other and swearing to be intertwined with each other for eternity.

As he slipped the wedding ring onto your finger, you realized your ring had the letter “K” engraved onto it for Kabukimono. Your soon-to-be husband’s ring had your initial carved into it as well. It was so… romantic, and suddenly all the emotions hit you at once as you began crying. Kabukimono understandably started panicking as well and began a barrage of questions, begging you to tell him what was wrong, to which you could only reply with the fact that you loved him so much. This only served to make your newly wedded husband start crying himself, and both of you cried in front of the whole audience. The whole village could not help but laugh at the sight and comfort the new sobbing couple. What a display of true love.

The rest of the night was one of pure joy. Dancing, partying, eating, drinking, typical wedding stuff. You made sure Kabukimono took part in everything, after all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event! The fun still went on until late at night, but you two had slipped out of there for a bit for some alone time, as Kabukimono had one last gift for you. He was finally ready to perform the sword dance for you after the wedding. It was nothing short of ethereal. He was elegant, the moves flowing so smoothly it was hard to describe. Long hair swaying with every moment, complete calmness on his face. Not making a single mistake as you face in awe.

“Beautiful,” you murmured. “That was amazing, Kabukimono,” you could not put how you truly felt into words, but you hoped your feeling reached him anyway. Your husband smiled before he came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you.

“Not more than you,” he giggled before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You laughed with him.

“Am I going to be showered with such compliments every day now?”

“Niwa says it’s critical for spouses to verbally communicate for a good and long relationship. I’m just communicating how much I love you,” Kabukimono stated simply, only making you chuckle more. You silently thanked Niwa before you locked lips with your husband.

“Promise to never leave me, Kabukimono?”

“I’ll never leave you, [Name]! I’ll be by your side forever.” You grinned and buried your head in his chest, wedding rings glinting in the moonlight. Kabukimono smiled even wider, his heart at peace.

“Then we’ll have to start planning our honeymoon, hmm?”

“Of course. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together, [Name].”

… Because in a dream, anything is possible.

—

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?” A worried, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the room.

“It means exactly that Paimon. Wanderer won’t wake up,” Nahida’s voice replied solemnly. The Traveler and Paimon stood next to the young God with confused expressions. “It seems that he is stuck in a dream.”

“Stuck in a dream? But… can’t you just enter his dream with your powers like we did last time? And then we could wake him up?

“I’ve already tried that, multiple times in fact. But, no matter how much I try… every part of his existence is rejecting me from entering with all the strength he has. And if I try to force myself in with greater power, I don’t know what the consequences could be…”

“Is that even possible? That doesn’t sound real to Paimon!”

“Dreams are powerful and mysterious things. Even I cannot understand them to the fullest extent.”

“But Paimon doesn’t understand… how did this happen in the first place? Why would he wanna be in a dream anyway?

“His past. Or rather, a particular person from his past.”

“Paimon thought he moved on from his past though?”

“He did for the most part, but… it seems that losing his first and last love at such a tender point in his life had far more of an impact than I initially thought. Wanderer only opened up to me about [Name] a few times…” The Archon trailed off, clearly troubled by her thoughts.

“[Name]... Paimon remembers them from when we looked at Wanderer’s memories together!” The Traveler nodded in agreement. “They did seem really important to him, but Paimon didn’t think he’d go to this length for [Name].”

“He’s already tried to end himself by deleting his existence from the world, but… I never could have expected this. I didn’t know he’d have such a hard time coping with the fact that [Name] will remain dead for all of eternity… This is my fault. I should have been more observant,” Nahida sighed as she placed a tiny hand on her forehead. “I’m going to continue trying… but I don’t think it’ll be easy. After all, I’ve never encountered a situation like this.”

“What do you think, Nahida? Do you think he’ll snap out of it?”

“Unfortunately, as much as I wish he would… I think I already know what his choice is, Paimon.”

The human heart. It will never be truly understood, not even by the best of scholars. It is unpredictable, and there’s no telling what it could drive one to do or feel. Even the ones who vehemently deny the presence of a heart cannot help but succumb to their heart’s desires from time to time. The puppet is no different.

Could this be considered a happy ending?

That’s for you to decide.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

[oflorelei]

My Problem is:

That it's a let down. Listen I am not mad or horrible dissapointed over that Radahn is there (although sigh i wished we would have gotten that Age of Abundance/Compassion man). I am not mad that he is apparently a puppets and that miquella is apparently the villain from the shadows. I'm mad that they hyped this DLC up so hard, using Miquella's character, which they know to be shrouded in mystery and HYPE, made it appear that we may have the chance to join him/get betrayed by him, made people belief he SPECIFALLY seeks out the tarnished or multiple tarnished at once (to help him?)- that he is the central figure of this DLC when he is not. And thats not an underestimation.

Miquella, most fearsome of the Empyreans, the 'father' of the Halligtree, beloved by near all, who "[...]wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. (There is nothing more terrifying.)" - does not even have his own bossfight.

No, he is basically just a cape for a boss we already fought to a DLC that costs 40€. He is in the promotion arc, he is said to be a central figure, he is said to be the fearsome empyrean of all. One thing he isnt? Apparently worth the time of day.

I am ok with Miquella being turned into a villain, I am not ok with Miquella being turned into a joke.

There were so so many roads they could have taken with him, he was PROMISING in every regard.

Want to make him a Villain? Fine the reason can be:

=> Manipulation/Enchanting for people to love him (to ensure someone will always look out for him)

-not absolutely evil per say- and it makes sense that someone who is stuck in the body of a child might want to count on many people rather then one person to protect them = it is his weapon to wield affection

- still takes away free will, even consent to some degree

=> Formless mothers influence

- do i even need to explain this one lmao

- already thousands of theories before this DLC thought that miquella might have been negatively influenced by her- especially when so many things in this Game revolve around blood and the power of it

=> "for the greater good" ahh ending

- 'the means justify the end' mentality (maybe even allign with the manipulation and enchanting)

-would be a similar situation to ranni and could mirror it- not the best but also not horrible

=> St. Trina is Miquella's Radagon

- Miquella splitting slowly with the golden order & turning his back to the easier path & planning behind the shadows to change how Things have been? Yeah maybe St. Trina could have been to Miquella what Radagon was to Marika (a guard dog, keeping her checked (sry but i genuinely believe Radagon returned bc Marika started to stray)).

-could also have explored how marika had to deal with it & her relationship to her other self => player could maybe decide who they wished to serve

=> the curse drives mad

- being stuck in the body of a child when you are a grown adult mentally is pure eldritch horror imo, it is not only physically but chances are high it could cause deeper psychological issues

- when grief drove marika mad it can drive miquella mad to that despite everything he does, being so prodigal, does not help and helplessness of it all too

- bc no one can help and no one can understand him

- he is stuck in a body that is his, and yet its the body of a past him, something he should have outgrown, something that belongs to the past- and (IMO) he can not fight truly in his body, not even to defend himself- having to constantly rely on people for your protection when you are an incredible independent creature? Horrible

- while not the most climatic- would it be truly unthinkable that miquella maybe just..gave up? That it drove him mad with grief to realize he spends his life searching for a cure that might not even exist?

- again thats more then a 'what if' then realistic like the rest of the list but i just love the horror adult mind child body

Want to make him a good guy? Fine the reason can be:

=> He is described so. He knew that he would be the next god & took responsibility.

- Miquella created the Haligtree, feed by his OWN blood (which takes far longer and more energy then just using bodies) or all that are rejected by the golden order, he is compassionate & kind. He is protective and by gods above he does want to help, he does break away from the golden order when he realizes they are not what they seem

-With ranni not wanting to become the successor and Malenia cursed with the rot it only leaves Miquella open, he would have been aware of it

- He is already a 'big' brother, caring for malenia, caring for all who were considered Misfits such as the Albinauric & Misbegotten, providing a sanctuary and hope

- Miquella is described as kind, as compassionate someone who basically does wish to bring a change and is ready to self sacrifice for the better

There are many more but guys im so so tired and need to nap. In short: its incredible to me how you can make a Character that had potential for all possible sides (good, evil, inbetween) so bland, his arc and journey feel like white toastbread, his relationship to his beloved sister malenia seems fake, he doesnt appear to be an adult trapped in a body of a child but as simply put an idiot who is all about "me me me me" & then doesnt even get a bossfight.

Im not mad it was written, i am made there was zero thought or reasoning put behind it, when there were so so many options to make it good. Its sorta fascinating that somehow no one likes this ending, not the Radahn Fans, Nor the Miquella or Malenia Fans..idk man. Having feelings about this.

Also im really bummed we didnt get a cutscene were the tarnished touches Miquella's arm to travel like- man.

Also sorry for the grammar/spelling or maybe even logic errors i just needed to vent ngl

[beingsuneone]

The One

SYNOPSIS: it would’ve been fun. If he would’ve been the one.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Goyle, Crabbe, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Voldemort

GENRE/AU: Angst, Unhappy ending, Arranged Marriage Au!, reader is married to Goyle (not by choice),

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Angst

A/N: *cough* the 1 by Taylor Swift was my inspo. *cough* header and dividers made by me. I would also like to make a part two to this. Note: Voldemort/Toms son Tom Jr who looks exactly like him! (Pre-Voldemort)!AU hope this helps.

DEDICATIONS: the people who voted for him in the poll :)

CREDITS: N/A

The silver band on your finger glistens in the bright lights of the wedding hall, looking anything but enticing; instead of a symbol of love and comfort, it was like a shackle that tied you to a man you didn’t love forever.

Your eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time this evening, trying to seek out a pair of familiar brown eyes— your heart drops for the millionth time this evening, and you realize all over again that no matter how many times your eyes search for his, it will not make him appear.

He won’t come, you know that now as your new husband leans over to ‘kiss the bride’.

You try to wipe the disappointment off of your face, let go of his messy brown curls and smooth words, his rough hands and intoxicating scent.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t yours to think about anymore; the man in front of you was.

Why your father thought a marriage alliance with Gregory Goyle would help your family, you’ll never know.

Worse, Goyle was, at one point, at least a decent friend of yours; You, Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Goyle, and Crabbe, used to strut around Hogwarts like you owned the place— let’s be honest, you damn near did. You and your protective group of Slytherins.

You allow your lips to touch Goyle’s for only a moment before you pull back and smile cordially; the two of you walk arm-in-arm down the aisle until you reach the doors at the end.

The moment you’re through, you push him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says sadly. “If I could have said no, I would have.”

You shake your head, not even listening. “He didn’t even come, Goyle. I thought he’d at least try.”

Goyle sighs. “It wasn’t up to any of us. Not even Mattheo.”

Your eyes sting so you force your face to go deadpan and stare at Goyle. “I will always love you as a friend, Goyle, but I will never love you as anything more.” You say, retreating towards your dressing room.

He says nothing in return. He doesn’t need to. The feeling is mutual.

You enter your dressing room and release a strained breath, resting your head against the door after you close it.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to daydream; to think what this day would be like if Mattheo was the one wearing a suit, the one saying his vows and sliding a ring onto your finger. You let yourself imagine all of the things you would’ve shared with him in this alternate reality, all the joy you might’ve felt. The future you might’ve been able to look forward to.

A tear slips silently down your cheek as your throat closes, suffocating you in the feelings you wish you were feeling.

Someone clears their throat and your eyes fly open, as your whole body snaps stick straight.

It’s your father, sitting eery and alone in a dark room. “You had to grow up one day, Y/n,” he says as his cold gaze sweeps over you. “Stop running around with that Riddle kid and risking your future.”

You shake your head. “The only real future I had was with him, Father.” You tug on the skirt on your wedding dress, and then your hair. “All this— this glamour and camaraderie is you, father, you playing puppeteer with real live people. I don’t know what status you think you’ll get from Goyle, of all people.”

Your father just sneers and pulls up his sleeve— an elaborate tattoo meant to symbolize his allegiance to Voldemort. The dark mark. He says, “You know exactly who that boy’s father is, and exactly where that puts me in relation.” He pauses. “This is what the Dark Lord wanted, Y/n.”

“…what?” Your mouth hangs open, and you wonder why the dark lord would want to torment you personally. “Why would he… I don’t understand.”

Your father just brushes past you and twists the door open. “If the Dark Lord doesn’t tell, you do not ask.”

……

“You’re going to marry him, right?” Pansy asks, smiling at you in the way that friends do when you have a crush on someone.

You shrug, playing it cool but despite your heart going a thousand miles a minute; excitement courses through your veins at the thought of Mattheo. “I think we’d have to become an actual thing first, Pansy.” You laugh.

She winks at you playfully. “I don’t think that’ll take too long, Y/n, He is whipped for you.”

You shake your head. “He is not.” Your heart still flutters.

“He is.” A new voice cuts in, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to face Mattheo, who is now leaning in the doorframe.

What an entrance.

Pansy looks between the two of you and smirks mischievously. “I‘ll leave you two alone and go bug Blaise.” She slips past Mattheo.

You can’t meet his eyes as you grin stupidly at the floor, and the shirt in your hand.

“You talk about me often?” He says, settling on the floor next to you; he breaks you out of your stupor by gently tugging the shirt out of your hands.

You finally look at him. “No, only when Pansy brings you up. Which is always.” You bite your lip as you smile. “I don’t mind it though, you’re one of my favourite subjects.”

“That’s good,” he agrees, toying with a lock of your hair. “I think the guys are sick of hearing about you.”

“Of course they are,” you banter, “They already know everything about me.”

Mattheo leans in closer. “I don’t think they know everything.” His head dips down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “They wouldn’t know what your lips feel like, would they?”

He bridges the gap and the two of you spent what is probably several minutes just kissing, and when he pulls away you’re breathless.

“No, I don’t think they know that.” Your voice comes out high-pitched, still trying to catch your breath both mentally and physically.

“I hope they never find out.” He says quietly.

You nod absent-mindedly. “Me too.”

….

You sigh deeply and set down the box in your new living room. Trying to put a positive spin on it, you think about how it won’t be terrible living with a friend instead of your parents, who were never there when they needed to be and always there when you needed them to leave.

Emotionally and physically.

You and Goyle are throwing a housewarming party, per his mothers request; so, technically this box really shouldn’t be in this room right now. It needs to be prepped for the party.

Goyle walks into the room. “Malfoy wants to know if he should invite Mattheo.”

You shrug. “Tell him to invite him, I don’t think he’ll show up either way.” Getting over Mattheo has not been easy, and when you think about him, his absence still sends several intense stabs through your heart.

You can still feel the ravines where the cracks in your heart formed. If he did show up, it would either put you on the path to healing or destroy you all over again and possibly forever.

You were fully prepared for the latter if it meant seeing him one last time.

But he won’t show, just like he wasn’t there when you really needed him just a few months ago, when some other man’s ring was being slipped onto your finger and you were near powerless to stop it.

Goyle stares at you for minutes, as if you’re fragile and need to be handled gently. “It is short notice.”

You pick the box back up and walk past him, just to stop at the foot of the stairs. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Then, you go upstairs and place the box in the guest bedroom. You have all this space in your new house and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Rooms filled with expectations and soured dreams.

….

Parties should be fun; this cake, considering it’s your favourite flavour, should taste good. You’re surrounded by the faces of your closest friends, all your family— though you aren’t fond of many of them— and all of Goyle’s family. Yet, all you feel is unfulfilled aching for Mattheo.

You feel so pathetic, always thinking about Mattheo, always relating everyone moment to your first love.

But you had wanted him to be your last. Your only. Your everything.

Draco is here, and he’s the one who asked about inviting Mattheo, so you’re pretty sure he’s not coming and you know you absolutely shouldn’t ask.

Instead, you stare at Draco as you eat the tasteless cake, wishing he’d somehow understand what you wanted to know.

Doesn’t help that he’s across the room.

“Y/n, come upstairs for a minute.” Pansy says, dragging you away from the party and into your bedroom. Or what will be your bedroom, anyways.

When the door has shut and she’s locked it, she turns back to you. “You can’t spend the whole party pining over the possibility of Mattheo showing up, Y/n; I know how much he means to you but you have to accept that you’re married and it’s over. You’re only going to hurt yourself more if you keep obsessing over this.”

You reel back, though you’re thankful for how bluntly Pansy says it. “I know, Pansy, I know. I just— I don’t know if can ever get over him. I mean…” You trail off trying to find your words. “Goyle was probably the last person out of our group that I would’ve chosen if I couldn’t have Mattheo. Truly, I think I could live if it was Enzo, or Theo, or even Draco, but not Goyle.”

She sighs. “But it’s not them, and it is Goyle.”

“So, what now?” You huff. “I’m just supposed to… I don’t know, keep his house and have his kids?”

Pansy’s eyes soften but she doesn’t respond; its a rhetorical question and there really isn’t any proper answer for it.

Then, there is a knock at the door. Pansy unlocks and opens the door, just enough for her to see who it is.

When she does, she says nothing. You watch her slip out the door before you even see who is behind it.

And then he steps in.

Mattheo Riddle.

“Hello, Y/n.” He says, so plainly as though he hasn’t just affected you in more ways than you could ever possibly count.

You look away. “You actually came.”

He clears his throat. “I did.”

You can almost picture him a few years back, standing in your dorm room door, smiling at you in that teasing way that made you knees weak.

Except he’s not smiling, and there is absolutely nothing blissful about this moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Mattheo shuts the door behind him. “If it changes anything at all.”

…..

“There’s something I want to tell you, y/n.” Mattheo says one day, cryptically. “I’m just not sure if I should yet.”

You brush his hair out of his face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, whenever you’re ready.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not disagreeing. “I’m worried you’ll see me differently.”

“There is nothing in the world that could make me see you differently, Mattheo.”

He seems sated by your words, and pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a long while before he finally says, “I’ll tell you, but not today.”

You nod silently and focus on the feel of his arms around you, not wanting to take a single moment with him for granted.

…..

“What is it, Mattheo?” You say exhaustedly while you sit down on the mattress. “What could you say that would change anything?”

He takes a deep breath and sits beside you. “I know why this is happening, why Voldemort singled you out.”

You look up at him. “Mattheo…” trailing off, you stare at his sleeve in horror, dreading what you think he’s going to say. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

He furrows his eyebrows, following your gaze; when he realizes, his eyebrows shoot up again. “No! No, That’s not why I know.”

You visibly deflate with relief. He instinctively curls his arm around you but then quickly pulls it away. “Okay,”

He chuckles dryly. “My reason is actually much worse.” Mattheo pauses, blowing out a breath. “I’m his son.”

.

.

.

After a moment's hesitation, you shoot up from your spot, your eyes blown wide with disbelief. “Mattheo, you cannot be serious.”

He stands up, and sits you back down, trying to keep you calm. “It’s not like I want to advertise that my father is the most notorious dark wizard in history.” He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair out of your face, like you used to do to him so many times. “But he didn’t want you with me, Y/n, all of this is happening to you because of me.”

He sinks down to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“So,” You start. “I was personally targeted by the dark lord because you couldn’t bother to mention what’s probably a very important detail.”

His fingers tighten around yours. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I told you, and then, by the time you were engaged, it was too late.”

You push his hands away. “Mattheo, I would have loved you no matter what you told me.” The hurt in your voice makes him back away from you and you can see the pain swirling in his eyes too.

“I told you. You know. Now, we can fix this.”

“No, Mattheo,” You stand up and push him towards the door. “It’s too late. You’re too late.”

He shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, it’s not.” Mattheo tries to stop you from opening the door but ultimately you push him over the threshold. “Please, Love, We can make it work— we could run away, do anything— please.”

You can’t look at him as you speak, while tears flow freely down your cheeks. “We were something, don’t you think so?”

His face falls, and you can see his heart shatter— you can feel your heart mirror his.

Perhaps, though, the most painful part is when he replies; “Yeah, we were.”

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[alittlelela-blog]

My Love, Matthias… and the goddamn puppet (Matthias x afab!reader) pt.1

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, kissing with tongue, Louis..

A/N: I sort of headcannon Louis as a puppet that is possessed by a spirit. It sort of makes sense? With the lore. He has a childish personality, but I don’t necessarily see the spirit that possesses him to be a child.

Evenings like this always left you with a sweet and tender heart for Matthias. On this particular occasion, you had somehow convinced him to dance with you in your living room. It was a soft and sweet tune that played through the music box you had laid on the coffee table. Both of you had your hands on each other's shoulders with one on the side intertwined. Your head rested against his shoulder as you swayed side to side. Although no words were said, you both knew that you loved each other. You never wished for this moment to end.

You placed a gentle kiss on Matthias' neck, only moving a couple of centimeters to do so. A small blush creeped up onto his cheeks. He smiled softly at your loving gesture.

"I love you, dear." He whispered sweetly to you. Upon hearing those sweet words you loved so much, you raised your head up to make eye contact with him.

"I love you too, Matthias." You spoke in a gentle manner. You then felt your body move on its own. Your lips were against his in a matter of seconds. Matthias happily kissed back, his lips gently pressing against yours.

Matthias felt his heart swell with love as you continued to move your lips against his. He had never felt so loved in his entire life than he has with you. Never have you ever made him feel anything but loved and appreciated.

He continued to press his lips against yours. Gradually, you opened your mouth while kissing. He followed suit to match your lips. To his surprise, you stuck your tongue inside his mouth. He should have figured you would do that to him. He was often gullible enough to not see obvious signs that you were going to surprise him with some loving gesture or another. Matthias froze for a moment, but didn't resist as he didn't mind it. He was just surprised.

He opened his mouth wider and allowed your tongue to slip inside. It wasn't the first time you had done this, but he was always super shy about it. Slowly you explored his mouth with your tongue. Matthias couldn't help but whimper at how naughty it felt. He loved it so much he felt a little twang of pleasure rip through his body...

The sound of someone making a gagging noise was then heard. It sounded childlike and came from somewhere near the doorway into the living room. You slowly retracted from having your tongue inside Matthias' mouth and looked towards the source of the noise. Matthias did as well. Sitting on the chair next to the doorway was Louis, Matthias' cursed puppet. He sat still as he always pretended that he was not possessed when being stared at.

As your relationship with Matthias blossomed, you grew accustomed to his possessed puppet. It wasn't something he could get rid of and you understood that. It was creepy at first, but you soon found out that Louis never actually had ill intentions other than following Matthias around like a lost puppy and scaring the absolute shit out of everyone by hiding. Louis usually stayed silent, but sometimes he would speak when no one was looking at him.

You giggled softly upon realizing that it was Louis that had gagged. He always stayed quiet when you kissed or made out with Matthias. However, this was the first time you added tongue into the mix where Louis could obviously see. It was clear Louis was NOT into watching a couple getting it on.

"I don't think he liked that." You told Matthias as you continued to giggle. It was the first time you ever got a reaction out of Louis. It was hilarious. Matthias slowly smiled as he then found the situation funny.

"That's the first time he's ever done something like that." Matthias chuckled along with you. He lovingly stared into your eyes as you both laughed. Slowly you both regained composure and stood with your eyes locked for a moment.

"Hey.." You started as you leaned in to whisper into Matthias' ear. "I think I know of a way to make him go away.." You spoke slowly and softly to ensure Matthias understood every word you told him. He widened his eyes. He was completely oblivious to your innuendo.

"What is it?" He questioned curiously. You chuckled as you realized he was still in the dark. You then gently grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against your body. Matthias didn't pull away, he stood still as he let you guide him. He was still lost.

"I'm almost certain that if we start exploring each other's bodies.. he'll leave the room." You whispered further into his ear. At this point he had caught on. He blushed and felt another twang of pleasure flow through him. Just the thought of seeing your naked body was enough to turn him on.

"Y-You'd want to do that?" He stuttered. You nodded your head.

"I love you, Matthias. I'd be more than honored to make love with you right here and right now." You spoke gently. Matthias felt his heart swell with love. It was his first time for something like this, and your words made him feel comfortable to be able to do something like this with you.

"O-Okay.. let's make love."

——

I do have more I’m writing but not done with it yet <3

[kimmyluvg]

So this is what falling in love feels like...

Summary: Meliodas never knew what it means to love someone.. Maybe a goddess can show him how?

A series where you (F!Reader) are Elizabeth's younger sister, falls in love with him. Meliodas' relationship with Elizabeth is very platonic and no romance.

Pt. One, Two, Three, Four, Five (Finale)

These meetings between Meliodas and Y/N now happened often whenever they need some time to cool off during their duties. Today, it was just like any other day, but this took a different turn.

"Meliodas, what are we going to do today?" Y/n asked the blonde demon, who just satre at her. "Too tired for anything today." He said as he rested his back on the ground near the statue. Y/N took a seat beside him, "Is it that tiring to watch over the Commandments?" Y/N asked as Meliodas nodded. He then proceeded to rant about everything he had witness in yesrterday's events and Y/N is there to listen. "And then... They proceeded to constantly insult me like I was just some puppet for my father." Meliodas said as he stood up. Y/N softened her face. "But you aren't one." Y/n then said as she stood next to him, "Of all the days I meet you here, I never once found anything that made you smile.." Y/N said as she reaches towards Meliodas' hand. "I... I want to see you smile.. Even once.. I might be selfish about this but.. I just wanted to see you happy." Y/N said as she looked at Meliodas. And for some reason that Meliodas couldn't understand, it reaches through his feelings about everything.

"So Meliodas, share your burdens to me... I don't care how heavy and dangerous those problems are but know this... I will always be with you no matter what lies ahead." Y/N said as she held Meliodas' both hands. And there, she saw his face.. His eyes with overflowing tears running down his cheeks. It has been the first time someone had said that to him and how it warmed his hearts. Meliodas then realized what these feelings meant to him. Y/N then started to wipe off his tears using her thumb. Seeing Y/N like this with him, makes his hearts flutter. "Y/N.. You..." Meliodas said as Y/N realized what she had said and blushed, "Oh dear! I said it out loud, didn't I?! Oh dear..." Y/N mumbled while placing her hands on her face, attempting to cover up her flushed cheeks. Meliodas couldn't take it anymore. He burst into laughter. Y/N peaked over her fingers and saw Meliodas laughing. It was the first time she had seen him laugh like that before. “Meliodas?” Y/N said as Meliodas tried to compose himself and sighed, “That was refreshing.” He said as Y/N noticed his eyes changed color. “Does your eyes change color when you relax?” She asked as Meliodas asked for a mirror. Y/N then made one and gave it to him, there he saw his pupils changed into green. He never noticed it before. “I.. I never knew..” He said as Y/N held his hand, “Maybe it’s because you never been very relaxed before.” She said as Meliodas realized what she was saying. He was always been on guard because anyone could hurt him or the others if he’s too relaxed. But it seems whenever he’s with Y/N, he’s taking in that relaxing feeling. He couldn’t explain it yet about what is he feeling but he felt great whenever she’s with him.

‘What is this feeling..? Is this what Zeldris was feeling towards that Vampire?’

[aluraveil]

♧ his ballerina. 💫

Yandere Scaramouche x Ballerina Reader

TW : Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, and huge spoilers to Scaramouche’s backstory. Inspired by this post right here.

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : I got huge inspiration from his teaser! I love him and his character lore so much! I wanted to get this out during maintenance before Scaramouche would be released in game! I knew I had to write a fic about the ballerina and Scaramouche 😭

The past wasn’t something Scaramouche often liked to dwell on. He’d often describe his own as painful and tragic.

After being abandoned by his own mother because he was deemed useless, he was left to venture and explore the world on his own. But who knew that the pure, innocent soul would experience even more heartbreak after his birth?

His past was something he didn’t want to even think about. But as the old saying goes, in darkness there’s always hope. Maybe it would be true for everyone else, but it seems that Scaramouche would just face darkness after darkness.

The hollow puppet was wandering around the streets of Snezhnaya in the middle of the evening. He had finished all his harbinger duties and there was nothing left to do. 

He stared into the night sky as he thought about his old life. He sometimes wonders what would have happened if his mother didn’t throw him away, deeming him useless. 

He snapped out of those thoughts as he noticed a ton of people gathering around what had looked like a stage. He was curious at what was happening and he heard chatter going around saying that a dancer would be performing in a few minutes.

With nothing better to do, he sat down on the hill near the back which gave him a good view. 

The stage light was on you and you began your performance. Your graceful moves and the way you danced on stage was incredibly mesmerizing. The way you moved with the soft music in the background along with your twirls and the way you spun so elegantly made Scaramouche lean in closer on instinct. He was so enraptured and his eyes widened as he kept watching the show. You looked like an angel with the way you moved so flawlessly. You looked really perfect with the way your tutu complimented your figure. You were like a dove on stage. 

Your dancing had drawn the Balladeer in and it felt like he had forgotten the world around him. It felt like he was in a dream where he was able to forget all of his worries. For a moment he was able to forget all the suffering he had endured just by your captivating performance. You were an amazing dancer and Scaramouche was hooked. The puppet became more captivated with each twist and turn of your body. 

Your dancing was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He was addicted to that feeling. When he walked back home that day he felt like a whole different person. It wasn’t everyday that someone like himself was impressed. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you spun so delicately. 

Without even realizing it, Scaramouche found himself showing up to performance after performance. The feeling of forgetting his worries put the harbinger at ease and he was more hooked with each twirl you did.

In one way, you reminded him of the ballerina in a tale he was once told by the small child. But perhaps he was only coming to every one of your shows because he still had a soft spot for his one and only true friend.

Though the harbinger doesn’t talk about it a lot, he will admit that there was once someone who was very special to him back when he was known as Kunikuzushi. He will never forget the special moments he had shared with his one and only true friend, a small child he had met when he first ventured into the world.

The boy always had a smile on his face and seeing him happy made Scaramouche happy too. Him and the child grew an inseparable bond with each other. But even after all of those happy moments filled with joy, he still couldn’t help but feel empty. Like he was missing something.

Sometimes the small child and him would share a cup of tea together and sit down. They would talk about everything, but there was one conversation in particular that stuck out to him even after all the time that had passed.

“...You mean, you wish you had a heart?”

“Mhm.” Kunikuzushi said as he took another sip of his cup of tea. “I’ve always wished I had a heart.”

“You mean like the tale about a puppet soldier and the ballerina?” The small child inquired.

“Huh? I’ve never heard of it. Why don’t you tell me what it’s about?”

The tale was about a puppet soldier who wanted to be with a ballerina. But one day, his owner deemed him useless and threw him into a fire. Then the next day, all that was left was a heart left in the fireplace.

Kunikuzushi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “It must have been a heart made from ashes.” He took another slurp of his tea. “That kind of thing just doesn't happen in real life, only in legends and old tales.”

“Maybe,” The small child replied. “But what if hearts can be born from ashes?”

The next day, the island had been plagued with tatarigami. Humans that had lived in the area began dying from it and it set everyone into a panic. One day, Kunikuzushi came back with a basket of lavender melons. With an eager smile, he opened the door only for his smile to drop into a horrified expression.

The boy had died.

Kunikuzushi was upset. His only friend and the only person who cared about him was dead. In the fit of rage, he had set everything in the house along with his friend’s body on fire and he watched as it turned into ash.

But there was no heart. It was just ashes.

“What a joke.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “It’s just ashes.”

The only thing that was left in the fire was a small doll that the boy owned. Kunikuzushi picked it up and since then, he has kept it with him. He left the burning house and he never looked back.

In a way, you reminded him of the ballerina in the tale. Perhaps he still has a soft spot for his old friend and that’s why he keeps coming back to watch your performances. Each time, he hugs the small doll tighter and tighter. He wishes that the small boy could have been there with him too. He knows that the small child would have loved your shows.

You reminded him so much of his past. Perhaps by showing up to each one of your dances, he relives his past with only the good memories and not the bad ones.

The Harbinger found himself growing a strange obsession with you. At first, these feelings didn’t make sense to him. He was a puppet with no heart. But maybe he just clings onto you because you remind him of the small boy.

Scaramouche often finds himself calling you,

“My ballerina.”

or

“My heart.”

It’s a habit really. He can’t really snap out of it. 

But as Scaramouche starred up into the night sky after another ending of one of your performances, he couldn’t help but wonder,

Perhaps you had been the heart that he was searching for all this time.

[kenphobia]

HEY LOVER!

"Hey lover, won't you treat me right?"

summary. wally may be the town's darling but in his eyes and heart, you're the actual darling <3 (headcanons / 0.9k wc / see end notes)

contents. tooth-rotting fluff, kind of crackship core, romantic relationship. read my pinned post before interacting!

✦ Perhaps, you were a new neighbor or just a random puppet from the outskirts of the neighborhood— whoever and where ever you are, you were bound to meet Wally some point in your life.

✦ Wally is a curious puppet and loves putting his (imaginary) nose into places he shouldn't be putting, and you caught his eye for some unknown reason. It was fine enough, he was only interested about your life before the neighborhood and what kind of things you like. Eventually, you started asking the same questions back at him and it went on from there.

✦ There was always something that Wally would get interested in someone, no matter how pathetic and boring they look and are. It's up for your own interpretation why he was so intrigued by your person in the first place, maybe it was your personality? Your smile? Your voice? Wally loves it all regardless.

✦ Being the town's local artist, Wally takes most of his inspiration from his surroundings and sooner or later, he began adding bits of you in his paintings. It began when you happened to be one of the many faces he painted to crowd his landscape paintings until he started painting portraits of you, many and many canvases pilling up in the corner, and all of them were of you.

✦ I wouldn't exactly say Wally was embarrassed, but he was coy. He only showed you few of those portraits and gave it you, but most of them are tucked somewhere in his house aka his bedroom. He reasoned was because they're unfinished when in reality, he couldn't properly 'sleep' without having a bit of you near him, even if it's just a painting he made.

✦ Wally loves it when you spend time with his friends too, especially when you get along with Barnaby! The canine puppet was his bestest friend and enjoys spending time with you two at the same time. He couldn't help but fawn over his two favorite people hanging out and actually being friends. Seems like a dream for him, to be honest.

✦ Before you and Wally had made it 'official', everyone assumed the two of you were already a thing. It was confusing, to say the least. It makes sense once you realized how lovey dovey you two had acted around each other.

Upon hearing a knock on your door, you immediately rushed to it and opened it. Though, you were about to open your mouth and blurt out a greeting, you stopped your tracks as you saw Frank holding Wally by his collar. Wally didn't look too happy being held up like a wet, pathetic cat.

"Sorry to disturb you, (Name), but I believe this is yours." Frank began, motioning to the smaller puppet beside them. "Your little boyfriend over here was found stealing few of Howdy's apples again."

You blinked, furrowing your brows in complete and utter confusion. "I— First of all, Boyfriend? And second of all, he was doing what again?"

"He was caught messing with the apples for the 3rd time this week. Eddie's dealing with an angry Howdy right now and we have to deal with your lovebirds' troubles because we're the only other couple here unfortunately." Frank explained, doing various of hand actions.

"I'm sorry, but me and Wally aren't a couple??"

Frank made a sound of confusion and acknowledgement. "Hm, I thought you were one of us. My mistake."

"I- I have no idea if you mean if we're also gay or if we're also in relationship like you and Eddie."

"Are we though?"

"Wally, I swear to god—"

✦ Wally is extremely touch starved, like most residents, and doesn't know what to do when you do give him affection so he goes limp in your arms. It takes him a few seconds to recover once you release him though, maybe stumbling a bit when you settle him back down on the floor or even crashing back into you. The latter would definitely happen and you'd be stuck with him atop you until someone pulls him off or you do.

✦ Whenever Home locks Wally out, you'd offer him to stay in your house. He'd deny a couple of times, but he'd later come with you since he doesn't want to stay out at night. He never really liked the dark anyways.

✦ He was a little nightlight at both yours and his place, and would ask you tell him bedtime stories. He doesn't sleep, yes, but he does enjoy laying down beside you and being used as some sort of stuff animal. He also even closes his eyes, so you'd think he's sleeping. You know he isn't and often call his BS.

"You know, (Name), that was the bestest sleep I had. We should do a sleepover again." Wally sugguested once, enjoying a lovely breakfast with you. He had turned away from his plate to face you for a moment, his pupils shrinking down.

"Wally, you don't sleep." You deadpanned, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hand.

"How would you know that, (Name)?" Wally tilted his head, smiling.

"Chanting 'I am sleeping' with your eyes closed doesn't count as sleeping, Wally."

✦ You're also the first one people would go to if Wally got into trouble. He's always off messing with Howdy's apples, 'borrowing' Julie's hairspray supply, breaking and entering in someone's house, etc... As much as many felonies Wally had committed, you still love him.

✦ You just wish he wasn't so nosy to make up for his lack of a nose.

end notes. rewritten version of my previous yan!wally headcanons, friendly neighbor, although you could say this is just a normal headcanon that isn't derived from a now deleted post and it's stíll fine <33

i wanted to keep the old title but bleh, this is romantic so yeehaw (this was also queued btw lol)

requests are always open and my inbox is free for any recs (podcasts, args, etc), chatter and info dumping. ask for updates and i will burn your house like wally burned your mom /lh

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: this mf lives rent-free in my mind ever since I started watching jjk. I think I have a type ashgkapd. This is my first time writing for him, so please tell me what you think 💖 Oh, and btw, it's his true form here.

Pair: Sukuna x F!Reader.

Plot: the reader likes to tease her king until one day when he has enough.

Word count: 824

Warnings: smut, breath play, degradation, 18+, minors DNI.

Sukuna had his finger wrapped around your tiny throat, his grip being both gentle and tight enough to make you gasp for air.

Both of your hands were clenching around his wrist, trying to hold onto something as it became harder to hold yourself up due to the lack of air.

"My my, would you look at your face…" he said in a monotone voice, as he had little regard for your struggle.

"Master…" You weakly called out for him, hoping that the King of Curses would be in a good mood today.

His presence was overwhelming, making your mind and body go numb whenever he was near you. Still, that doesn't stop you from desiring him. In fact, you were addicted to his presence—so addicted that you'd go as far as to piss him off.

"What is it?" He asked as he tightened his grip around your neck, but not so much as to make you pass out. Just a little to make it more difficult for the air to fill your lungs and cause your breathing to become more erratic. "Hard to breathe?" He taunted as a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

You tried to speak but ended up coughing.

"Pathetic little creature…can’t even handle a gentle hold like this…" His smile slowly faded. "You think you can disrespect me like that and get away with it?" His voice became deeper and more threatening as he leaned closer to your face. Your breathing was irregular, your face was red, and tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You were at the mercy of the King of Curses. A king you enjoyed taunting. A king that was not to be messed with, yet you tested your luck.

"I've tolerated your behavior long enough." The fingers tighten once more around your throat, making you gasp for air. Your nails dig deeper into his flesh, so deep that his skin turns red. He doesn't seem to be bothered, tho. In fact, he might not even feel it.

"Maybe I should kill you..." His eye glistered in a bright shade of red, excited at the thought of taking another life. "Hmmm..."

His grip loosened again, and you eagerly breathed in as much air as you could.

"Or maybe not. I feel generous today, pet."

Oh, how much you loved it when he toyed with you like that. It made your cunt throb. All this time, you did nothing else but press your thighs together as the heat kept rising between your legs. Sukuna was too focused on intimidating you to notice that you began to rub your thighs together in the hope of getting some friction.

"Y-you need me…" you said between puffs.

He let out a low chuckle.

"I could snap your neck in an instant." He said, applying more pressure again on your fragile neck, leaving little to no air entering your lungs. Still, your cunt began to throb harder, and more tears rolled down your cheeks. "How exactly can you be useful to me? You are nothing but a puppet."

"Yes, yes, yes... more." You thought as you rubbed your thighs faster and even brought a hand to cover your crotch. You felt some wetness coming out of your needy hole, and you were afraid of getting your kimono stained.

"Know your place." You clenched your fist and couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on your face anymore. Those erratic breaths were mixed with whimpers now as you felt your cunt throbbing uncontrollably inside your panties.

Sukuna’s lower set of eyes caught a glimpse of the scene, and the realization hit him, causing his expression to turn from an annoyed one to a shocked one.

"You love this, don’t you? You love the power I have over you... And more importantly…you love how unpredictable I can be. I can end your life whenever I want, however, I want, and yet you still follow me like a lost puppy."

He came closer to your red face without loosening his grip. Red eyes were staring directly into your soul. You felt your orgasm coming any second now.

"You’re pathetic." With that, he let you go, and your body fell limp to the ground. The sudden impact made it impossible for you to get your release. Still, your legs were trembling, and you brought a hand to your neck to massage the abused flesh. You coughed a few times before your breath returned to normal. Once your brain received the oxygen it needed, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and raised your head to look at your king. All four of his arms were crossed over his big chest, and he was looking rather disappointed at you.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked.

Your gaze dropped to his visible bulge.

"Anything you want! Please, I just want to feel you again."

"What an intriguing brat you are…"

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[littlemissvenom0]

Title: Fractured Loyalties

You’d always been good at blending in, at surviving. You knew how to manipulate the system, how to make it look like you fit in, but this? This serum coursing through your veins felt different. The moment the needle pierced your skin, something inside you had screamed that this was wrong.

Now, as you stood amidst the Dauntless soldiers, the vacant expressions on their faces made your heart race. They were lost—puppets in this deadly game—while you, as a Divergent, could still feel your mind resisting the serum’s effects. Fear and confusion swirled within you, but you couldn't let it show. You had to act like you were one of them.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. The training yard was quiet, a sea of motionless bodies awaiting orders. From the corner of your eye, you saw him—Eric Coulter—his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. He was as ruthless as they came, a soldier of the highest order, and he never missed a thing.

You had done everything to stay off his radar. Eric wasn’t just dangerous because of his strength or position. It was his intelligence, the cold calculation behind every move he made. And now, if he realized you were Divergent…

“Fall in line!” Eric barked, his voice cutting through the eerie silence.

You forced yourself to stay still, to not flinch under his scrutiny. You couldn’t draw attention to yourself, not now. He walked down the line of soldiers, inspecting each one like a predator eyeing his prey. His boots echoed on the concrete, sending a shiver down your spine. Every step he took toward you felt like another second closer to discovery.

Eric stopped right in front of you, his intense gaze locking onto yours. You swallowed hard, keeping your expression as blank as you could. But something about the way his eyes narrowed told you that he sensed something was off.

“Report,” he demanded, his voice low, almost like a threat.

Forcing yourself to speak, you recited the words you’d been trained to say. “Ready for orders, sir.”

His eyes searched your face, and for a moment, you were sure he knew. That cold smirk tugged at his lips, like he was enjoying watching you squirm. He took a step closer, the heat of his presence making it even harder to maintain your composure.

“You don’t look ready,” he said, voice dropping to a near whisper, meant only for you.

Panic flared inside you, but you shoved it down. Don’t break. Don’t let him see. You stared straight ahead, trying to appear as vacant and obedient as the others. But Eric wasn’t buying it.

He leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against your ear. “I know what you are.”

Your heart plummeted.

Eric stepped back, his gaze never leaving yours. He tilted his head slightly, as if studying how you’d react. The world around you seemed to fade, the only sound your heartbeat thundering in your ears. If he knew you were Divergent, this could be the end. The serum might not control you, but Eric Coulter could.

Without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and barked orders to the rest of the Dauntless. The soldiers began moving as if nothing had happened. But you were frozen in place. What had just happened? Why didn’t he expose you right then and there?

You barely had time to process before Eric grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you out of line. His grip was firm but not painful, his pace quick as he dragged you into one of the nearby, empty corridors. As soon as you were alone, he shoved you up against the wall, eyes blazing with intensity.

“I should turn you in,” he said, voice cold and laced with menace. “You’re Divergent.”

Your chest tightened, fear settling deep in your bones. You had no defense. No lie you could spin that would make this go away.

“But…” he continued, eyes narrowing, “I’m not going to. Not yet.”

You blinked in confusion. “What?”

He stepped closer, his body almost pinning yours to the wall, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing? Hiding, pretending to fit in.” He scoffed, but there was something more behind his voice. “You're not as invisible as you think.”

You didn’t know what to say, or even how to react. He was right. You’d been hiding your Divergence for so long, but somehow Eric had noticed.

“Why are you protecting me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Eric’s jaw clenched, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Because I don’t want you dead. Not yet.” His voice was sharp, but there was an edge of something else—something darker, more personal. “You’re different, but that makes you useful.”

Useful. The word sent a chill down your spine. You didn’t know what he meant by it, but the weight of it was enough to make you uneasy. Eric wasn’t the type to protect anyone out of kindness. If he was keeping you alive, it was because he saw an advantage in it.

But what scared you more was the way he looked at you, like he was intrigued by you, like you were some puzzle he wanted to solve. There was danger in his gaze, but something else too—something that made your pulse quicken.

“Keep pretending,” he ordered, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “But know this—I’ll be watching. Every move you make.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. His grip on your arm loosened, and he stepped back, giving you space to breathe. The tension in the air between you was almost suffocating, but there was no denying the strange connection that had sparked in that moment.

Eric turned away, leaving you standing alone in the corridor, your mind spinning. He could have turned you in. He could have let the others know you were Divergent. But he didn’t.

And that terrified you more than anything.

[sourtomatola]

Taking candy for a fool part 8

The next time you came to the factory, you had a pair of noise canceling earbuds so you wouldn’t have to hear the screams. You felt like a garbage human for it but realistically, it’s all you could do. At least keep out the mental damage of hearing living creatures scream for an hour.

After the usual time had passed, you made your way back to the boy’s room. You saw someone creeping around in the back through the halls, but they were far too massive to be a human. You thought it was a little too soon for a candy critter to slip out of their room right after the harvest, but you decided not to questions it without the boys.

The boy’s faces seemed to brightened when you came in, which made you feel happier that you were at least giving them positive emotions.

“Better…Seeing you certainly cheers us up.” Sunny smiled before taking another sip of syrup. You watched as the candy glass of his ray’s slowly grew as he drank. It was truly a marvel to watch these two heal, despite how awful it was that they had to. “It’s nice to have a friend to look forward to seeing.”

Moon’s hat grew like hair before connecting the ends together, a Moondrop forming at the base.

“What’s it like when you shed naturally?” You asked, trying not to stare.

“Well, for one it doesn’t hurt.” Sunny smiled. “but that’s probably obvious. Usually the outer candy shells just kind of fall off, and we can just kind of shake like a dog and loose it all.”

“Do you look all mangled and show your skeleton?” You asked with interest.

“Mangled, kind of. Skeleton, no.” Moon cleared up. “Usually, the candy already has started to regrow at that point so we still have some covering our endo skeleton’s.”

You thought for a minute, thinking of what had happened the other day on your way out, with the taffy creatures.

“You said most of you started with metal skeletons…but what about the taffy guys? They don’t seem to have bones.” You asked.

Both stopped drinking their syrup and looked nervous. “The taffy puppets, uh…” Sun started, squirming as he clenched his feeding tube tightly.

“They don’t…they’re very unique. We really don’t know what they started as. They might have started as just the masks or something." Moon said uncomfortably. "We don’t know. And…we honestly avoid them. They’re weird in an…unsafe feeling sense, you know?”

“We never know when nightmarionne come’s out, and when he does, it’s chaotic. Only his brother’s can calm him down. He’s…killed before.” Sun frowned.

“Not that we wouldn’t take a chance at revenge if we could…” Moon mumbled. As Moon said this, He appeared to have finished healing, but seemed to have extra syrup. He absent mindedly tucked it down near a hold in the floor that was previously covered by a pillow.

You gasped as something red came out of the hole, and gently took the tube from Moon.

You gasped at the sight of red fingertips, pulling the tubbing through the hole. You watched more syrup drain through it.

“Who…who is that?” You asked cautiously.

Moon jolted slightly, as if seeming to realize that his friend was outed. He looked at you, concern, and fear on his face.

“Moon I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt you or your friends like that.” You told him quickly.

He looked at Sun before putting the tube away. “Okay but…you need to know that…Fazbear thinks he’s dead.” Sun said before giving the wall a couple prominent knocks.

You hear shuffling behind their door before it creaked open, showing larger candy being. You’ve never seen him before, but he felt familiar.

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[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Could you write a wally x gn!reader where he comforts reader about an abusive ex-partner? It’s ok if you don’t want to! But I’m having a hard moment about this right now and wanted some comfort :c

Oh of course!! I’ve been in a similar situation myself— I really hope whatever’s going on calms down soon, and that you can rest! I hope all goes well, friend,, /g

Achey Comfort

Wally Darling x GN!Reader

Drabble Format, Relationship can be interpreted by the Reader (but intended with pre-established friendship at the very least)

It had been a rough day. It felt like all of it wouldn’t stop, to be honest. A constant suffocating guilt hung in the air, one you know you shouldn’t have— you shouldn’t feel guilty. You shouldn’t even feel bad right now, but here you are, thanks to.. well. You know.

You had tried to go on with your day, keeping peace of mind, but it was hard. It nagged at you, constantly, and before you realized it— you had been inside your house for the majority of the day. Which.. might spark concern, but you weren’t sure—

Until you heard a brisk knock on you door, in a specific rhythm.

One that Wally did.

And wooh, boy, was concern sparked.

Nervously, you approached the door and cracked it open— soon being met face to face with the soft spoken puppet. You could see the concern in his eyes, though he still seemed friendly and warm.

“Hello, neighbour!.. How are you, today?” He spoke tenderly, seeming to look you over a bit as he did. “What have you been up to?”

You babbled a bit, restraining yourself. You didn’t want to just dump your issues on him, that’d surely be inconsiderate— maybe..

He noticed as you drifted into silence, his concern only growing— though his voice remained the same. He never was very good with tones..

“Would.. you want to hang out, for a bit, friend?”

You somewhat buffered at the request, seeming to weigh your options— before briskly deciding to say yes. If it became too much, surely he’d understand why you might leave early.. maybe..

He smiled at your response, though, idly fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves— though not due to being nervous, just idle movement.

“Okay.. Would you.. want to do something at home, or..?”

You said no. That air that hung in your home wouldn’t leave, you knew it, so— maybe getting some fresh air might help.. Wally soon nodded, stepping to the side a bit.

“Are you ready, or.. do you.. need a moment?”

With that, you quickly went off to get changed— and to tidy up, just a bit. And soon, you were back outside— met again with the puppet. You closed your door behind yourself, and quickly found yourself walking beside him into town.

“We.. could go get a treat, from Howdy’s, maybe.. does that.. sound good?”

.. was he.. trying to ice-cream your feelings better..??

Regardless, though, an agreement was made— and you two set off for Howdy’s shop. Once arriving, he’d hold the door open for you with a cheeky little smile, before seeming to softly laugh to himself. With that, you two began to look for treats— and he.. idly slid towards the freezer. With direct eye contact with you. Direct.

.. maybe he just wanted ice cream himself.

Regardless, though, you grabbed whatever treat(s) it is you liked, and paid for yourself— and waited for Wally near the door. When he re-appeared, he had.. uh? He had just.. an apple. But— but he went to the freezer—?.. Oh, whatever. He also paid for himself, and you two were on your way again. While you idly chewed on some of the food you had gotten, Wally just seemed to be cradling his apple in two hands.

In the silence, your mind began to wander again, causing a slight frown to twitch onto your face. The moment it did, Wally would soon hum— loudly.

“What next, neighbour?”

By now, the sun was near to when it’d begin to set. You began to rack your brain for what you could do in such little time before nightfall, but— Wally soon piped up with a suggestion.

“.. Would you.. like to have a sleep over?” He very clearly announced the space between the two words, though seemingly not intentionally. “Barnaby told me what they were.. It might be fun.”

Not really excited to go home, today, you soon agreed with a bit of hesitance. What about your clothes? Do you even have what you’d need to sleep? What if, what if— but Wally didn’t seem concerned. He soon just turned on his heel, and began to walk for Home, and you followed his lead. As you both marched, he’d begin to idly fill the silence with small, passing thoughts he’d speak aloud. He told you about his day, a bit, and how he had a new painting drying. He also told you how he thought the sky was pretty, today, and how he really liked the apple he had chosen at Howdy’s— which he proudly lifted up for emphasis. It filled the silence, which was nice, and he didn’t seem to mind your small acknowledgements. It’s not that you didn’t want to chat, you were just.. tired.

He understood. Or at least it felt like he did. He’d continue to softly ramble, although with large paces between his brief sentences, until you both arrived to Home. The house creaked a greeting to the both of you, which Wally returned via blowing a kiss and a drawn out “Hellooo, Homee..” And the house soon snagged Wally in what seemed to be a hug between the door and it’s frame.

“Home, we have.. a guest, for toniight..” He spoke happily, gesturing to you. Home seemed to give.. an appeased? Maybe excited? Squeak at you, and the door soon flung open.

“Ha ha ha!.. They’re welcoming you.. inside..”

Soon, you were both inside and setting up ‘camp’ in Wally’s living room. “Camp” consisted of a whole maul of blankets, pillows, and a poorly built fort out of the couch cushions. You two began to chat, do silly little sleepover things, until it had gotten a bit later. You both agreed to go to bed, but you were wide awake in your makeshift nest of blankets and plush. That feeling was back, nagging and fierce— like hot bile at the back of your throat. You wearily shut your eyes, just wanting a moment of peace, until Wally spoke up.

“Can you not sleep..? I can’t sleep..”

When you glanced over to him, you could see him laying on his back— though his eyes were angled on you, you could see the sheen of them in the dark.

“I think.. you’re sad.. Are you sad, friend?”

You don’t know why those words broke your dam. Soon, you were sat up, balled up a bit as you hugged one of the softer blankets around yourself. You let it out, all of it, in all the ways you could. Wally just sat beside you, nodding along, and rubbing your back. When you were done, and he was sure of it, he’d soeak.

“I.. figured something was wrong.. You just seemed.. down, today..” He gave a laugh, though it was tinged with a sort of soft concern, maybe sadness. “I thought distracting you.. might help,.. did it?”

You nodded— it did help, a bit, but.. well, the situation couldn’t be fixed with just distraction. But it helped you not lose your mind today, at least.. But what about tomorrow-? Or after that? What if—

He watched your lips purse and frown, and he soon shuffled a bit closer in an attempt to lull you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay,.. you’re okay..” Smile softened with concern, he’d gently butt his head against your shoulder. “Just.. you’re here, okay?.. Just focus on here..”

You gave a sniffle, leaning into him— which seemed to prompt him to re-adjust the blanket loosely draped over your shoulders.

“I get.. that it’s hard.. I’m sure that’s stressful..”

You weren’t really sure what he was referring to, but you shut your eyes and listened anyways. His voice was soothing..

“.. but it’ll be okay, at.. least in time.. and you have all the.. time in the world, right now, okay..? This moment.. doesn’t have to end.. until you’re ready..”

“You’ll be okay..”

Hi!! I hope that helped <3 /p I would’ve gone more specific— but I don’t want to assume your situation, so I tried to leave it open, a little. I’m sorry if it was too vague-!! But I hope it helps regardless

Remember, you’re loved and cared for, friend! And if you ever need a place to vent, my messages are open-! Though I understand I’m a whole ass stranger, I still offer :]

I hope you have a lovely day!

[gauloiseblue]

You carved your love on mine / And left a wound / That refused to heal

(Younger!Simon Riley × Older!Reader)

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

TW: manipulative behavior (reader), toxic relationship

He met you when he's still young and reckless. You were enticing, dark, with your moral compass pointing to the south. With your words, you lured him into your world, where all the rules didn't matter except for yours.

He couldn't remember exactly when, or why you took interest in him, but you weren't afraid of showing it. Just like a fool, he took a bite of your poisoned apple.

The first time you marked him as yours was when you pricked his earlobes with earrings. It was a black and round pair, and the wounds slowly healed under your care. You smiled every time you saw your handiwork, and he got a sense that your love was gonna mold him into a puppet on strings.

The second time happened on impulse, because you tempted him with your work of art. You weren't a tattoo artist, but you drew intricate designs in your note. You told him you always wanted a tattoo, but upon an unfortunate circumstance, you were denied every chance of having one. So he offered himself to be your canvas instead. The next day, his forearm was wrapped with cling film, and you kissed him on his cheek as you both exited the tattoo parlor.

The third time you did it was when he wanted you, but you didn't reciprocate. Instead, you asked him to lay down, as you put his wrists on handcuffs. You tortured him for hours with your hands and toys, and never gave him what he needed. You pushed him to the point of frustration, and it made him cut himself from pulling too hard on the metal cuff. You kissed his tears away when you're finished, carefully tended his wound as he laid there, completely spent.

The fourth and the fifth time occurred at the height of your obsession, and he liked you enough to let you use him. You decorated his arm with blank ink, before you paid a tattooist to embed your work into his skin. It took a month to heal, but it was worth it, since you'd trace your finger on his arm when you both laid on the bed. Your touches lingered with him for a long time, and he'd caress the lines of his tattoo—absent-mindedly—as he thought of you sometimes. And he still does it, even to this day.

The sixth time you left a mark on him was the result of his confession. He told you about his plan to enter the military, and you sneered as you taunted him about his pain tolerance. He ended up on your bed, pinned down, as you worked on his nipples. He hissed in pain as you pierced his nib, before you slid the little rod into his skin and screwed it shut. Your eyes darkened as you watched him laid under you, panting, and helpless. Then again, you always liked him when he's powerless.

The seventh time was different, since he was the one who put the mark on himself. He told you that he loved you, that he wanted them to be something more. Yet you were silent, you didn't look at him in the eye. He took your hands into his, trying to get the words through you, but you pulled them away. "I'm sorry." You muttered to him, "I can't love you the way you want." He asked you, begged you for a chance, but once again he's met with your silence. So he swallowed his words, and lied that he's content with what they had.

The eighth time you ruined him, was the time when you took him on a holiday. It was a three-day trip, and you were the one who's driving. The two of you went to the countryside, slept on cheap motels, ate at old diners, and lazed around wherever you liked. You both stopped at a quiet lake, where he took a photo of you for the first time. You were smiling, with your eyes crinkled with amusement. That was the day when he realized he loved you more than he let on. At a Chinese shop near the hotel you both stayed in, he brought you a jade ring in lavender color. You kissed him senselessly once you received it, turning him drunk with the only kind of affection that he knew—on the bed, two bodies tangled, with heavy breaths filling into every corner of the room.

Perhaps the only time you've ever been honest to him, was the ninth time you marred him with false hope. He was lying on the bed with you in his arms, when you suddenly asked him of what they'd become. He furrowed his brows, as he lifted his head to look at you.

"We can be anything you want." He answered.

"What do you want us to become?" You asked him again.

"I want us to be married."

Your eyes widened, before a laughter erupted from your lips. "It's not possible, I'm the daughter of a politician."

"Run away with me, then." He replied, with a certainty in his tone, "We can live together, just you and I."

"My father would catch us in no time."

"We can leave the country, change our names, and live somewhere quiet."

You looked at him with an amused smile, and a strange sense of pity that he could only decipher once he lost his naivety.

"Do you think we'll be happy living like that?"

He shrugged, "Maybe. But I know I'll be happy with you."

You chuckled at him, before you gave him a kiss. "I hope you never change, Simon."

You didn't mean it, but he didn't know better. You made him believe that you were capable of love, and he gladly took it as a promise.

And he was happy, he was happy that you're happy with him, at least that's what it seemed. He thought they'd stay that way, until you maimed his heart for the last time.

He was in the kitchen when you told him that it's over, that you could no longer keep this going. He could only listen as you confessed to him about your engagement with a man of your father's choice. He felt his heart twist as you said that it's inevitable, and there's nothing he could change. You shouted at him when he grabbed you by your wrist and demanded you to think it over. We can run away together, we can leave the country, just stay with me. But you shoved him away, telling him things that you knew would hurt him. You forced him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face. He convinced himself that everything would be fine by tomorrow morning, and you'd change your mind once you realized that you loved him. But when he came in the next day, he found your place had been emptied. He searched for you—even just a trace of you—in every room, only to find a single ring on the table.

And just like that, you disappeared from his life. Leaving him with a self he no longer recognized.

You left such an imprint on him, that you ruined him for another love. But you, no part of him stayed with you. You slipped his ring off your finger just as easy as you slipped away from him.

He never saw you again, and never once did he not think of you in a day.

Years would pass, and he'd keep on searching for your face in the crowd. It became a habit of him, as he'd look around, wishing to catch even just a glimpse of you. Until he found you everywhere, in the train station.

You were on the front page of every newspaper, with a man beside you. A promising man, with a promising career in politics. You were smiling, but it wasn't the grin you used to show. When he unfolded the newspaper, he noticed the little accessory on your fourth finger. It's no longer made of the lavender jade—rather, it's a silver one, with a diamond adorning the top.

A mark of someone else's possession.

And a proof that you're never his.

[marcynomercy]

Fate written in blood

Thank you @littol-rascal for beta-reading and for giving me so many tips and suggestions to improve writing thanks to that the next chapters got better too.

Summary: The blood has always been her way until the day that fate changed, After being kidnapped by mind flayers and the fall of the Nautiloid Calamity had a new opportunity for freedom and strangely her fate crossed with that of Astarion when the elf put that dagger around her neck. 

 Their fate until now was written by others, but now they would write with their own hands in blood. 

Warnings: Violence, blood, game events, mentions of trauma, distress/comfort, mention of abuse. (That’s it for now)

Ship: Astarion and Calamity (Tav), Shadowheart and Carniex (Tav), mentions of other characters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4.

Chapter 3 - Blood and a song

 That night, Calamity told Astarion her story–vaguely, because it was a bit too foreboding in the middle of the night, and perhaps the details would leave them both with nightmares, she said. 

In turn, Astarion heard everything she was willing to say, making his own mental notes: First, that her masters were two motherfuckers who deserved death just as well as Cazador, and second, that she was clearly broken—she just didn’t know how much. 

 She’d admitted that she was just "acting" the lead role, and Astarion found himself impressed since she’d done so quite it masterfully... so he just realized that she just assumed what she needed at the time, like a good doll and puppet. 

 He felt disgusted by it. 

 For some reason, he began to hate it, the lack of personality, ambition and greed... the lack of life in her. By the gods, he was an undead and had more to live for than she who had a beating heart in her chest! 

 So he started little by little, and when she seemed to want something, he encouraged her to take it, no matter how useless it seemed.

"Darling, if you want something, take it! No one willcare, and it’s better to have than to not, don’t you think?"

Hearing these words, Calamity just kept quiet, but she agreed.

 Calamity went on to pick up a few things, starting with one or two books that she became curious about, and then jewelry–they found a bag with some, and Astarion picked up almost all of it, with the exception of one piece–a silver necklace. After all, he had to stay away from silver, but Calamity kept staring at the necklace with great interest.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"A-Ah... the stone." She pointed to the small stone in the setting, probably a ruby, judging by its crimson hues. "It’s beautiful… I like that color," she said softly.

"Do you like red?"

"Yes! It’s a strong and welcoming color..." She looked into his eyes. "Like your eyes."

 Astarion found himself at a loss for words.

"R-Right, if you like the necklace, then take it! I can’t touch it," he chuckled

 That’s how she took the necklace she would wear around her neck often now. 

 It was the sixth day after the fall of the Nautiloid and the formation of this strange group, and now, they had two more members: A tiefling who fled the blood war called Karlach, and the hero of the coast, Wyll.

 So far, they’d just had to deal with some goblins, gnolls, some false paladins of Thyr, and at the present time–a hag. 

"That bitch pissed me off." She told the group as justification for chasing the hag to the bottom of her lair.

 Was it perhaps another idiotic reason? Maybe, but this witch had angered everyone in the group one way or another, so no one protested. At least it was a decision she made based on the trial itself, and that was progress and... well, they found a Gur. For some reason, he’d been there on the trail near the hag’s house, and they bumped into each other after the fight against the hag, saving Myrina and giving her a zombie husband. The Gur said he was looking for a vampire spawn,and immediately Calamity and Astarion’s gazes met. 

"And what will you do with him? Kill him?" Calamity asked.

"I have orders to capture him and take him back to Baldur’s Gate," the Gur replied, "my people are waiting for me there." 

As easy as it would be to pull a dagger and kill him– something she’d done before– didn’t seem justifiable, since she was the only one to know Astarion’s secret... therefore, she discreetly poked the vampire, hoping he would stop looking at the hunter as a beast ready to kill, saying goodbye quickly before snatching the elf, taking him down the road with her until they were out of the Gur’s earshot. 

"Why the hell did you spare him?!" Astarion’s tone was frustrated at best, downright furious at worst. "I should have killed him!" 

"Shh!!" Calamity put her hand over his mouth as she walked him away from the group a little so they could speak. "I did it to keep your secret hidden for longer! Think about it, Astarion… if I killed him without a GOOD explanation what others would think?" She argued, stepping away from him a little. " You once told me to think first before acting impulsively."

"Well, that was because you tried to draw the sword to a devil! He was just a Gur, and we killed a Hag because she annoyed you, remember?"

"I think the Hag’s death was enough of an impulsive action for today." 

He rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yes! But if he shows up at camp..." Astarion’s tone was pointed, clearly expecting a response.

"Well," she replied, meeting his gaze with as serious of an expression as she could, “then I will have the pleasure of killing him, and draining his blood to be your dinner." She finished with a flourish of her hand, smiling at the vampire.

 Astarion just laughed in response, imagining her hanging the cadaver upside down to drain the blood–imagining such a small and adorable person doing it was frankly hilarious.

"Hey, you’re mocking my height in your mind again, aren’t you?!" She crossed her arms, a half-pout on her face.

"Me? No," Astarion said, feigning both seriousness and innocence, "I was just thinking lovely things about how cute and small you are."

 Judgind from Calamity’s expression, she was ready to hit him.

"Hey, when did the two of you start being so close?" Shadowheart asked suspiciously. " Now you’re even talking and whispering."

"Awww, let them talk! They’re so cute, like a couple." Karlach, chuckled, seemingly enjoying seeing them like this.

 Both of them looked up, denial and surprise evident on their faces.

"It’s either that, or you’re trying to make up for her brother's absence, which is kind of a... pathetic thing anyway." Much to their dismay, the cleric seemed as sharp as ever.

"Astarion and I just got a little closer as friends... what’s up? Is Shadowheart jealous?" Calamity teased.

"Only in your dreams." Shadowheart replied, rolling her eyes.

"You hurt me, Shadowheart, I thought you liked me." Calamity fake-pouted, though the beginnings of a smile were evident at the corners of her mouth.

"Don’t be dramatic, you silly." The cleric said amicably.

 After all, Calamity and Shadowheart seemed to have had a good rapport from the beginning, and if she wanted advice or to clear her mind so she could plan more clearly, the other party members could be sure they would find the leader of the group talking to Shadowheart.

As they walked, Shadowheart pulled Calamity away from Astarion.

"What are you two hiding?" she asked.

"Nothing that is problematic in, I think..." She thought a little better. "I think it’s not problematic... at least not for me. Anyway! It’s a personal thing for him, and I promised that I would keep it a secret, and you better than anyone understands secrecy, isn’t that Shart?" The cleric sighed, mainly due to the fact that she'd used the nickname.

"Are you really going to insist on the nickname?"

"If you don't like this, I’m accepting suggestions! You know... you’re my first friend, and I know that nicknames are something affectionate..." Calamity’s cheeks flushed slightly."So... you can call me "Caly" if you want to."

"Oh, that’s a cute nickname. Your brother calls you that, I suppose."

"Yeah, you know, whenever he calls me by my name,I’m usually going to get scolded, or it’s something serious." 

 They talked for a while as they made their way back to the camp.

 Maybe it was because of the awkward encounter with the Gur or just his mind dragging him back into misery to remind him not to relax, but Astarion had a nightmare. 

 The vampire from his trance after dreaming of Cazador meeting him in the forest. He was terrified of his desperate mind, and hunger tended to strike him as terribly and strongly as his fear did. He needed more strength, more power... he needed blood, not those animals he was taking, but someone. Astarion left his tent and began to think about who he should pay a visit to, but luckily for him, there was someone sleeping outside the tent tonight... It was Calamity. 

 She said she’d help him, so she probably wouldn’t be mad at him for that, right?

However, Calamity woke up before he could bite her, and stared at him, sighing in exasperation as she sat up on her sleeping bag. 

"You know…” she trailed off. “I expected you to at least ask." Calamity paused, watching Astarion for a moment. " What happened? You didn’t get anything in the forest today?"

"I..." He was silent for a moment, thinking about what he would say. " I had a nightmare with my Master, he found me and I went back to the shadows... I need to get stronger, and the hunger… it’s consuming me." 

 She saw the despair in his eyes, in his expression… it was a despair she knew very well.

"I understand you, and you know I promised to help you and trust you,” she said, trying to reassure him. 

"Can you trust me but a little more?"

" If it’s a bite you’re asking for, I don’t have a problem with that, but just…” Calamity paused. ”Don’t overdo it. Can you promise me that?"

"Of course,” Astarion replied, feeling the hunger gnaw at his stomach, “now, how about we get comfortable?" 

"I think we’d better go to your tent." she suggested. "Better to prevent any accidents, I’d hate for someone to try to stake you."

"You’re right, of course,” Astarion chuckled. “Can we?" he reached out to Calamity,who gladly accepted his hand.

 So silly. She trusted him so very easily…was it really so easy to conquer someone like her, just like that? 

 As soon as they entered his tent, Calamity just watched everything quietly, as it was messy; the empty blood jars and the wooden tablet on the floor... He didn’t seem very comfortable. 

"Wait a moment." Astarion took some pillows and a sleeping bag,quickly preparing a bed for her. "Much better."

"Why don’t you do it for yourself when you get some rest?" An innocent question from Calamity, but it hurt, somehow.

 Astarion ignored the question, making her sit in the sleeping bag accommodating her.

"How do you want to do this?" Calamity asked almost automatically, her eyes wide.

"Well…” Astarion paused. “Are you afraid?" 

"Of being bitten by a vampire? Honestly, I’m not afraid. I can’t explain it, but it seems natural to me..." Calamity said softly, her expression thoughtful. 

"Have... you ever been bitten?" Astarion was intrigued by her perspective.

"If I was, I don’t remember, I don’t remember anything before I was 10 years old, and there are things I just know." 

"No memories, but her subconscious remembers information it needs, so to speak..." he muttered, more as an observation to himself. "Well, whatever’s most comforting to you." 

 Calamity just grabbed her hair that was loose, moving to lie on a pillow leaving her neck easily accessible to him. Astarion then positioned himself on top of her calmly, watching her features. She stared serenely waiting for him... so soft, so inviting. 

  He slowly approached, placing his hand behind the back of her neck, then he finally set his fangs and bit down, feeling the blood flow into his mouth.

 The taste was... something he himself could not explain, it was coppery, savory, and sweet as vanilla, but had something more full-bodied, dense, strong... powerful. It was intense and addictive, and the more he drank, the more his desire increased. Meanwhile, Calamity felt pain, but also something completely new, unique; she could feel her blood flow from her body to his... but even after that, there was still something more. 

  Something asleep inside her that began to stir, deeply. Calamity grabbed the fabric of his shirt, trying to something, but Astarion couldn’t make out the words. He lifted her body, embracing her waist as her grip on his shirt tightened, her voice rising again.

"A-Astarion... please... stop." She pleaded with him, her vision blurred, her tone exhausted, weak even.

 Astarione realized he may have gone overboard, detaching himself from her neck immediately, but he kept holding her in his arms...saw what he did to her.

"Calamity?! Hey, don’t sleep!" he demanded, hiding his nervousness.

"Calm down, I won’t close my eyes."  Calamity’s voice was weak and her eyes looked heavy, yet she still tried to reassure him...

 To Astarion, her skin looked paler than before, and the blood was still flowing from the bite on her neck. Astarion then licked the blood that was dripping from the punctures,laying her down carefully. 

"That - that was amazing. My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel… happy." Astarion said as he stroked her face. "This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it."

Exhausted and drained, Calamity chose to just accept the affection willingly.

"I’m happy to help... is it a bad thing if I fall asleep? I feel so... tired." 

Her breathing was heavier, and Astarion feared that if she slept, her heart would stop beating. An irrational fear, perhaps, but a fear nonetheless.

"You know, darling, maybe it’s a little dangerous if you sleep." He sat next to her.

"Are you afraid I’ll die?"

"Well, if you die after letting me drink your blood, I don’t think others will see it in the right light…it would at least be a stake in my chest."

"Do you think someone like me would die so easily?" Calamity questioned, slightly turning her face to look at him.

"Would you be offended if I said that at this moment you seem very fragile?"

"No…” she trailed off drowsily. “Am I delusional, or do you look worried?"

"It’s kind of hard not to be a little worried right now." Astarion admitted, concern laced into his voice.

Calamity smiled when she heard those words. 

"You know, I’m gonna need to sleep sometime." 

"Then, please drink a healing potion before closing your eyes." Shuffling about, Astarion quickly took a jar from somewhere–she couldn’t tell where.

 Calamity raised her head high enough to be able to drink the potion without problems. Astarion helped her, of course, and then laid her down again. 

"Will you rest too?" she asked.

"Not yet, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more… filling."

 Astarion left her in his tent and ran into the forest, the truth is that he was hungry in a different sort of way.

"Gods... any more and I would have devoured her." He muttered, feeling heat begin to simmer beneath his skin, feeling the tension pooling in his groin.

 When he returned to his tent, Calamity was still there, seemingly in a deep sleep. He laid down beside her, but much to his surprise, she was awake, turning towards him and open her eyes.

"Are you tired?" She asked.

"I’m still far too awake to go into a trance now." He sighed.

"I can sing, to help you relax." she suggested.

"What? Will you put me to sleep with a lullaby?" He joked, looking mischievously at her.

"Well, it’s a unique offer." Calamity hummed.

"In that case…” Astarion paused. “How could I say no." 

 Calamity began to sing; a soft and beautiful melody, but the music hit Astarion in a way he would never have imagined.

"Light is not a salvation, the shadows are,

Your place isn’t in the light but you still miss it;

Blood calls you, so don’t hold on,

I will accompany you; wherever you go, I will be by your side.

This moment is our eternity,

Don’t think about tomorrow or the next century;

Just stay in this brief moment by my side,

I’ll be yours until I die.

You don’t belong to the light,

The darkness in you that even the brightest light can’t illuminate;

For some reason I am drawn to this darkness, I can’t help it,

It ‘s the darkest part of my soul taking a breath from this welcoming darkness."

  It seemed to Astarion that this song was made for him, as the lyrics made every part of his being tremble, even down to his soul.

"Darling... where did you hear that song?" he asked perplexed.

"I don’t know, I don’t remember. But this song is recorded in my heart, I sang it whenever I felt lonely and helpless. It was my hope and my comfort, so I hope she will give you some of that comfort and hope Astarion." She smiled and stretched out her hand shyly to him.

 Astarion was still atonite, he didn’t know what to think or what he was feeling... but this is nice, why not? He held her hand and she continued to sing to him. 

"So I took her in,

I took you in,

If it’s my blood you want, I’ll give it to you;

If it’s my life you want, I’ll give it to you;

I’ll give you everything, down to my soul,

This moment is our peace,

This moment is our redemption;

Let me stay with you in this darkness,

This is our eternity, my love."

 He listened to the end, his mind slipping gently into a trance. Upon seeing him relaxed, Calamity finally gave in to sleep too, whispering to him before slumber took her... 

"Sweet dreams, Astarion."

Well that’s it! Thank you for reading the third chapter.

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I think it was only at the end of the movie where Ranboo was killed. Did he realize that we did care for him. He thought we were trying to hurt him, to lead him to his demise. He thought we had it out for him, when in all reality, we were trying to do the latter(please tell me I used that word right).

We wanted to help him so, so bad, but in reality I think we wouldn't ended in a similar predicament near the end of the show. Hetch wouldve found a way to get him to a similar if not the same ending. Hetch was apart of the show, he was just as scripted as everyone else. I don't entirely think he was behind it ALL like I've seen a few people suggest before in chats and stuff. Though I do believe he was another puppet created by showfall. It makes sense if you think about it. I mean, like I've talked about last time; they probably wanted people to think Ranboo was okay so they didn't get TOO concerned. So they thought it was just like any other normal movie plot! The hero goes through some shit and then gets with a friend and everything's fine!

The entire series was manipulation tactic after manipulation tactic. They thought everything out. They made it look like we were helping when all we were doing was using Ranboo like a puppet and leading him closer to his own demise. Even IF Ranboo had listened to the audience and done the right code, I'd say that there's still a good 95% chance that he would've ended up with his life in the hands of the audience in some way or another. It was a part of the script. Every choice we made was given to us like answers on one of those tests where you color in the bubble. They chose which choices we could pick and chose what would happen after we picked. I believe that everything truly was scripted. Now, do I also think Hetch might've had those rose tinted glasses lifted for a while? Absolutely. However. I also believe that showfall used it to their advantage to make the show more interesting.

They might've lost control of the show for a few minutes, but I highly doubt they were dumb enough NOT to use an opportunity like that to make the show more interesting for the audience.