#LOVE making male mcs to shake things up LOL

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Could I ask for some yandere alucard post season 3 with a s/o that isn't human or only part human? Like being half fae, nymph or siren. I just think the dynamics of that relationship would be quite different then say if the object of his obsession was human given his lack of faith in humanity in season 3s aftermath

A/N: I LOVE this question! It was so interesting to think about all the different ways the MC could be half-human and have that connection with Alucard. I did end up going with a mermaid/siren sort of creature as the original asker did send in an additional ask clarifying how they could picture this abused mermaid girl feeling kinship with Alucard because of his current distrust of humans, and I liked that element. I also chose a siren / mer create as they have abilities to manipulate/hypnotize their prey, an ability Alucard probably has as well with him being half-vampire. I ended up writing a very long outline in bullet points but felt that it didn't quite flow for HC, so I instead broke it up into smaller scenes below. I hope that’s ok. Sorry, it took so long. I was sick with some weird virus for weeks (lowkey feel like it’s mono or something), and could only handle work and family crap, like I barely had any motivation to live. And then when I started writing this, it sort of took on a life of its own lol. (What can I say? I love me some Alucard.) 

Anon also suggested I check out this manga- it’s called Becoming the Villain's Family and it’s about a siren who goes back in time and makes a marriage pact with a devil to prevent their untimely fates. I’m not a huge manga reader, but my sister is, so I’m going to recommend it to her and maybe we can read it together. 

Yandere! Alucard (Post-S3) w/ A Half-Siren S/O 

The fair creature did not see quite how it happened, for it had all transpired too fast. A deep guttural growl echoed from past the tree line, well beyond the corners of her vision as the very ground beneath the wagon’s feet began to shake violently. As swiftly and silently as a flash of lightning, the wagon she resided in was sliced in half, the metal cage that kept her prisoner acting as her only guard against an elongated talon from some sort of monster. The cage was tossed sideways, skittering along the dirt ground as the poor mer creature inside flipped over violently, her dehydrated human form and lack of clothing sending her soft, nearly translucent skin into the square welds hard enough to form bruises. 

“Retrieve the asset!” 

“Don’t let her escape!” 

“Are you crazy?! Fuck the asset!” 

Around her, a flurry of mixed male voices shouted out contradictory directions. With only the setting sun for light, it was difficult to make out who had yelled what. 

Then came more growls in addition to all the shouting. Then the shouting turned into screaming. And a handful of those screams turned into cut-off cries followed by loud squelching. A flurry of slices and swings from blades and swords interrupted what must have been the creature's onslaught, but it would certainly not last long. There would be more torn flesh, and more final yells- a final symphony of bloodshed to follow. 

Kneeling into an upright position, the fair mer creature pushed and pulled frantically against the metal door of her cage. The hinges had warped in the fall, bending just so, that if enough force was applied…

With a metallic screech, the young water maiden could kick her cage door from its battered hinges. Fortunately enough for her, none of her captors seemed to notice her imminent freedom, the lot of them busy battling hideous creatures beyond any comprehensible amalgam or imagination. 

Unfortunately for her, her sudden movement did not go unnoticed by one such creature. 

A smaller, fiendish-looking thing, with the body of a lizard, but the head of a vulture, and the tail of a scorpion mawed loudly at her, its stinger striking warningly at the ground. 

Not needing to be told twice, the young maiden leaped up and made a mad dash for the treeline on the other side of the clearing, opposite the line of creatures. 

As she made it past the treeline she watched as one of her imprisoners struck successfully at the rear of the small fiendish creature with the sharp end of a spear. It cut roughly into the monster’s backside, turning the horrid thing’s attention away from her back onto her captors. 

Pausing for a mere second, she took one last look at the few men still alive, fighting for their lives against the horrible creatures. Even if they were to win the fight, she swore it would be the last time she saw them. Beasts or no beasts, she was never losing her freedom again. 

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The bottoms of her feet stung with every step, and her calves burned worse every time she jumped over branches, landing on uneven ground. Her thighs were practically numb from the midseason cold, and her time forced to rest on the cold metal bars of her prison certainly did not help. But she refused to stop running. Even if she was unfamiliar with the practice of traveling upright on two extremities, she perished the thought that her inexperience might slow her down. She could not fail. She could not yet rest. Whoever won the fight between her captors and the creatures was certain to follow after her once the battle was done. She could not waste precious time. So despite pain and exhaustion, she pushed onward. 

After what felt like an eternity, although, if she were to judge by the moon, it must have only been a few hours, she found her legs could no longer support her weight, as her knees buckled beneath her, slipping on the soft embankment ground. 

‘Embankment?’ The maiden, feeling a final surge of hope, strained her neck to get a better look. It did appear that she had made it to a river bank, although it was a rather small one at that. Still, the sight felt like a miracle. It had been too long since her body was submerged, snug, within her element’s embrace. And given the choice between breathing her last breaths on the cold dry forest ground, or under a river’s soft current, she’d choose the river, any day. 

Using her arms to pull herself into the cold water, she breathed one final breath of chilled night air before slinking into the river water. Closing her eyes, the young maiden had but one thought: 

‘If this is to be my final resting place, then so be it.’ 

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The next morning started the same way all mornings do: the sun rose in the sky, the birds and bugs began their daily chirps, and a very forlorn-looking Adrian Tepes, known currently as Alucard, son of Dracula exited his castle in search for food, his usual basket in hand. Unusual however were the two corpses that greeted him as he passed the castle steps. 

Alucard paid the bodies no mind, he didn’t once glance in either of their directions. He kept his eyes forward, locked onto the foliage and wildlife hidden within the forest line choosing to pretend the bodies were no longer there. Yes, he knew they were there. Of course, he knew. He was the one to string them up after all. But if he were to acknowledge the corpses' presence, then he would also be required to acknowledge the circumstances that led them to be staked there, and that was something not even the great slayer of Dracula could do. So instead Alucard did what he could: he adjusted the basket in his arms and began mentally preparing the meal he would make. 

Coming to the river bank, Alucard felt something was off. He sensed another presence nearby. Kneeling down to the water, he kept his ears open for any movement within the trees but did not hear any. 

‘Odd.’ The dhampir waited for a spell before resuming his usual activities. He methodically removed his boots, before rolling up the ends of his pants, as he prepared to wade into the river. He had found a comfortable position, balanced on the river rocks below his feet when he noticed another oddity. 

“Where have all the fish gone?” 

The river, once teeming with fish, ones even brave enough to stick around as he waded into the water, were nowhere to be seen. Besides the rushing of water over the river bank, Alucard could not hear them swimming around within the water below. 

Turning his head, he found a single glint of scales reflecting the morning’s rays a few meters from where he had been standing. But just one fish? Or perhaps, a damn of some kind was preventing them from moving freely. Alucard made a move to investigate closer. But then, just as he turned to do so, what appeared to be an incredibly large fish leaped out of the river, and flopped onto the bank. It writhed around, flopping this way and that before rolling over to face him. It was at that moment Alucard realized why all the other fish had disappeared. There was no damn, no net. It was because of this… this creature. 

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The young mermaid awoke with a start, the deep echo of footsteps underwater had vibrated her awake. From where she lay, her vision was obscured, but she could make it out that the being was human in nature, standing on two legs, with only two arms to boot. It did not possess any claws or animal characteristics like any of the night creatures from the night before, nor did it appear to resemble any of the men who had taken her. 

The maiden stayed as still as stone, hoping this new strange human would grow bored of waiting for a meal to catch, turn around, and go home. But luck, as it had proven time and time again as of late, was not on her side. 

The man made a move towards her position, and she found she could not help the fear that bubbled up from inside her chest. The river was too small for her to swim through. More so, moving within the water would only create splashes to further catch this stranger’s attention. If she wanted to get away, she’d need to shift back to her human form and make yet another run for it on foot. 

Using the strength her long waterlogged rest had given her, she propelled her body out of the water, onto the river bank. As soon as her full body was on land, she writhed and wriggled, doing all she could to shake the excess water from her body. 

Her earlier set of legs had once again merged into a fishtail, strong and thick, with grooved fins to match. Her abdomen and chest were plated with scales all up the sides. And as she shook herself dry, several of those scales slid off her body into the dirt. Her ears, previously flesh and pointed more like an elf’s, had pulled back, with loose tentacle-like fins spouting out around their outer shell. In the daylight, she knew there was no mistaking what she was. But if she was to change her form quickly, it was a risk she needed to take. 

Despite the morning's warm sun, her body did not dry as fast as she had hoped. The maiden used her arms, and her now-clawed fingers to pull herself up further, finally gaining purchase on one bark of a tree, as she did her best to twist around and face this stranger head-on. 

Letting out a hiss, she bore her fangs at the strange blonde man standing before her. Only the man did not seem intimidated, nor shocked to see a creature such as herself. If anything, he appeared, at ease. Was this perhaps a trap? She hissed again but found herself on the side of surprise when the seemingly human man bared his own set of fangs and hissed back. 

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‘A mermaid?’ Alucard watched, amused, as the young creature did her best to appear menacing to him. If only she knew, how instead of fear, Alucard felt a rush of reassurance at the sight of her inhuman features. 

‘Humans,’ he thought bitterly. It was two humans who had hurt him most of all. Not even his own father’s war on humanity had harmed him the way those two did. His father left him for dead paled in comparison to the shame and torment he carried with him from that one night.  

Had a human shown their face on his property, he’d… Well, Alucard was not certain what he would do should they refuse his order to leave. But whatever he decided, it would not be a fate any would enjoy, that’s for certain. 

Thankfully, with the very distinct mer-features of this individual, that point was moot. He did not need to threaten disembowelment or an eternity of torture as a spawn, Alucard felt no such need to. 

He took a step closer, taking in her unique features. Her eyes were large and dark, almost pure pools of black. He could feel the pull luring him in closer the longer he looked into them. Her skin was almost opaque, despite its color. At certain angles, rays of the morning sun seemed to shine through her body, as opposed to around it. And her tail, no doubt the most impressive of her peculiarities, glinted impressively, making her an almost otherworldly mirage against the browns and greens of the surrounding greenery. 

Of course, no sooner than Alucard could admire such an ethereal sight, her tail began to lose some of its luminescence, growing duller by the second. The previously shiny scales that overlapped each other began to flake off, one by one. Down the middle of her tail, from where her belly button would have been on her abdomen had she been a human, what scaled skin remained began to crack, viscously, like a deep fissure that would not heal. The fissure continued to grow in depth and width as Alucard came within feet of her. 

She hissed for a second time at his forward movement, but Alucurd was undeterred. Smiling a sort of melancholy smile, he paused before opening up his maw, revealing his impressive fangs with a hiss of his own.

At his revelation, the creature’s demeanor changed abruptly. Gone was the fear and hatred in her eyes, instead replaced by a much more benevolent wonder. 

She opened her mouth, the tentacles around her ears shriveling into themselves, her ears changing to a more elven point as they came to rest flatter against her head. Alucard watched as her fangs dissipated too, the sharp canine points rounding themselves down into very simple humanoid-looking teeth. The back of her throat opened and closed, but very little sound came out. If she was trying to communicate, it seemed a verbal conversation was currently off the table. 

“I am Alucard Tepes, son of Dracula and Lisa Tepes.” Alucard spoke, taking the lead for her. “And I am not human.” 

The mermaid closed her eyes as she leaned back against the tree bark, wincing once or twice as a very slime-covered, human-looking bottom half cracked free from the dried shell of her former tail. She used her hands to pull the husks away from her body, leaving every bit of her person on display. 

Alucard cleared his throat before deciding to remove his shirt and give it to her. He tossed the white shirt to the maiden who caught it in one hand. Bringing it in to smell, she sniffed it before looking back at him curiously. 

“If you wish to spend the walk back to my castle naked, I won’t stop you. But as I’m sure you’ve learned, people up here spend most of their life clothed.” 

She turned her head in the opposite direction as if to say, ‘So?’ before ultimately relenting, pulling the white top over her head. 

Making a move to stand, her legs wobbled, giving out underneath her. But before she could fall, by the grace of his vampiric speed, Alucard managed to catch her, one of his arms looping under hers around her shoulder. Upon noticing the sudden conflict, the mermaiden hissed again but made no move to shove him off. Making another choked-off sound, from the back of her throat, she tried speaking again. 

“Ghhank hou.” Frowning, she cleared her throat before trying again. “Thgank cou,” her voice was quiet, and yet deep and guttural at the same time as if she was holding back. 

“So you can speak,” Alucard commented as he helped her walk a distance, finding her balance. 

The young maiden nodded, before shaking her head. “Youg may naught want mee too.” She blinked her large, dark eyes at him, pointing to them, them down to her throat as she did so. “Sssighh-rhen.” 

Alucard paused his walking, staring his golden orbs back at her. In the light, the mermaid watched as they glittered and shined, an almost metallic color, reminiscent of pirates’ gold, lulling her into a sense of security. She gave off a warning growl, having caught on to the fact that she was not the only one with influential abilities. Alucard blinked twice, breaking off the trance. 

“As I said before,” he reiterated, leading the way back to his castle, “I am not human.” 

The mermaiden watched him, as an almost smirk graced her inhumanely beautiful face. “Gooodd,” she hissed out. 

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“That is how the castle came to be in my possession.” 

Alucard led the young mermaiden down the many hallways and corridors of the castle, telling her the story of how he, along with Belmont and Sypha, were tasked with defeating Dracula. He stopped to point out various rooms along the way, the ones he was the most familiar with, anyway. There was still much of the castle that felt foreign to him. It was as if he walked the rows of a graveyard, rarely stopping to notice yet another name on a tombstone. How many hands had helped build this place? How much of their blood was shed to gather all the infinite knowledge and wealth that was kept here? Alucard did not know. Nor was he certain he wanted to know. 

Walking past the various debris and carnage still left from their battle with Dracula, Alucard ushered her into his father’s former study, now his study. In the middle of the room sat one large rather ornate chair, placed before a cracked fireplace. In the chair was a crumbled blanket and pillow. On the small table next to it, a cold long-forgotten cup of tea. The items together suggested this chair was used in recent days for sleeping, not for sitting and reading or studying of any sort. 

The mermaiden narrowed her eyes at that. Surely, even with this battle, Alucard claimed had taken place within his home, there were bedrooms and living quarters left unbothered. Why would someone in possession of such a grand and luxurious home sleep sitting up in a chair? Or perhaps, was it a question of biology, not psychology? Did a being like Alucard require sleep at all? 

As the mermaiden contemplated, Alucard kneeled down to start a fire, but not before vaguely gesturing at the crack that ran up the front brick of the fireplace. “As you can see, the fight was not limited to one area or room.” 

“Bprokeghn,” the mermaid nodded before gesturing herself to the chair and blanket set-up. “Behd?” 

Alucard cleared his throat, as he stoked the beginning flames of the fire. “My room was… damaged, yes.” 

Seemingly content with that answer, the mermaiden turned her attention to other parts of the room. 

Off to the right there were various bookshelves and texts. And on the left? A modest oak desk sat under a large painting of a beautiful woman. Her hair was golden, almost appearing to glow under the warm hue of the fire’s dancing light. Her eyes were large and hopeful, and her size petite but strong. In her hand, she held a white flower, although its beauty paled in comparison to hers, it was a lovely touch against the dark maroon dress she was wearing. 

“Prehty,” she said, stopping to admire the woman in the painting. 

Upon hearing her words, Alucard looked up, a soft smile having formed on his face. “Yes,” he said. “She was beautiful.” 

Glancing back at the man, the mer creature noticed his hair was blonde and rather lovely as well. Not as gorgeous as her own siren’s locks of course, but that was understandable. She pointed to the hair of the woman in the painting before pointing to her own, and then finally, to his. “Prehty too.” 

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From where he stood in the kitchen, Alucard watched amusedly as the young woman tried taking a bite of her grossly undercooked fish using a knife and fork, stifling a laugh every time she would manage to grip one utensil only to drop the other. Her less-than-human approach to everyday things made Alucard feel at ease. She was not a lying, conniving human he had to watch out for, she was not biding her time waiting to stab him in the back. Quite the contrary: she was blunt and rather oblivious to human social conventions. 

She had very little reservations when it came to nudity, Alucard had come to discover. If it wasn’t for his polite, insistence, she would have continued to roam the castle naked. Dwelling deep underwater made her rather immune to things like catching a chill. Alucard was similar, he did not feel the cold the way humans did, although he was not entirely immune to it. He would surely suffer frostbite should he choose to venture outside in the dead of winter without any clothes on his back. However, unlike a human, and more like a vampire, it would take more than freezing exposure to do him in. 

It was almost comforting in a way, to share the castle with someone who’s biology was surprisingly close to his. She was more unhuman than human most days, her residual scales and sharp claw-like nails coming back once her body had returned to full-health. Her teeth had also increased in length, although Alucard suspected she could control their sharpness at will to some degree, her opting to keep her incisors short and squared, more human-like, whenever the two would talk walks around outside the castle. 

The mermaiden also had an interesting diet. She preferred her food cold, if not raw. Even things like fish and other meats, she refused to eat properly cooked. Alucard briefly recalled the first time he had tried to offer her dinner. He steamed her fish the same way he steamed his, and presented it to her, expecting gratitude. It was humourous now, but back then he recalled being rather dissatisfied with her indignant reaction. She hissed, and berated him for serving her something ‘burnt’, or ‘burrrnt’ as she had called it. 

Alucard discovered it was less of a preference and more of a requirement when he found her eagerly licking the blood from a freshly killed and skinned hare he had fetched for dinner. It seemed that she, like him, and like the many other supernatural creatures, had a penchant for blood that was born out of a necessity, and not mere cruelty. With her diet of raw and bloody food, her skin appeared healthier- still as shiny and translucent, but less gray. Her human form’s skin was less cakey and dry, and when she did change back into her tailed form, which was rather often given how much she enjoyed lounging in one of the castle’s large communal baths, her scales shed much less than they had when they first met. Upon her initial arrival at the castle, Alucard found she’d leave scales behind her wherever she walked, the same way a lover might lay out a trail of rose petals. Of course in this case, there was no intimate surprise waiting for him behind closed doors (not that he’d want one given his past circumstances, anyway), but a very brash and temperamental half-siren, usually impatiently awaiting yet another “useless” lesson in human conventions. 

“Naught fun-ie,” she hissed, under her breath, well aware of Alucard’s amusement. “No need for toools underwater.” She dropped both her knife and fork unceremoniously onto her plate before crossing her arms, looking like a wilful toddler. 

“There’s no one to impress here,” Alucard assured her. “Besides, even without a fork and knife I’m sure you eat like a magistrate compared to Belmont. The rodents outside have more manners.” 

“Belmonnt,” the fair maiden repeated, picking up her fish with her bare hands. “Frrend.” 

“Yes. Although, I haven’t seen him or Sypha for quite some time.” Alucard answered, just a hint of loneliness creeping into his voice. 

“Hadd frend wonss.” Biting into her fish, she tore a chunk of flesh off with her teeth, a satisfied groan leaving her body as some of the excess moisture dribbled down her chin. “Huumann too.” She swallowed her bite of fish down, not bothering to chew much at all. “Dyed.” She licked her lips in satisfaction. “Beectraaid.” 

“Wherever humans are concerned, such possibilities are never in short supply.” Alucard agreed, handing her a cloth napkin to wipe her chin. “It is their nature.” 

Choking down the rest of her fish, the mermaiden swallowed harshly again before asking, “Owtsighed?” Of course, the two giant stakes housing decayed corpses had not escaped her notice on their way inside. 

Alucard retrieved her empty plate, moving to place it in the sink. Closing his eyes, he desperately tried not to remember the feel of the silver cords burning his skin, the way he suffocating under Taka and Sumi’s gaze, how if it were not for his sword and the magical component of it, it’d be his body flayed and strung up outside instead of theirs. Despite not having had anything to chew or eat, Alucard swallowed hard as well. 

“Yes,” he finally said.  

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“Where are wee going?” The mermaiden asked, her vocabulary and annunciation having improved much over the last couple of weeks. 

Dressed in a relatively sheer nightgown and robe, the young woman begrudgingly followed Alucard, already dressed for the day, as he led her over to the remains of the Belmont hold. Upon reaching the cleverly designed pulley system, Alucard lifted the safety bar of the lift and gestured for her to get in. 

The young mer woman bared her teeth but did not hiss, a vast improvement of manners and trust on her part. 

“You may recall in the past, I’ve mentioned a man named Belmont, Trevor Belmont.” Alucard set the bar back down, clicking it into place, before pulling one of the levers to begin their descent. 

She nodded. “Friend. Miss him.” 

Alucard furrowed his brow. “I do not believe I’ve once said I missed his company.” 

The young woman shrugged her shoulders, a form of nonverbal human communication she had recently picked up on. “Still,” she wagged a finger, disapprovingly. “Can tell. No want to be alone.” 

Having reached the bottom of the lift, Alucard secured the platform before exiting, seemingly eager to remove himself from their current conversation. “I speak his name frequently because he has gifted me a rather large piece of his family’s inheritance for safekeeping. Without my permission, I might add.” 

Flicking a large switch on the wall, the mermaiden watched in awe as hundreds of blue flames suddenly sparked alight, illuminating an expansive cavern of towered rows and rows of books and other meticulously organized collections. 

“This,” Alucard extended his arm out, showcasing the vastness of the space before them, “Is the Belmont Hold. It possesses all the knowledge the Belmonts learned on creatures of the night, the collection starting generations ago. Everything any Belmont learned has been recorded onto paper, and stored somewhere within these tomes.” 

Temporarily blindsided by excitement, the mermaiden found herself quickly making her way down several sets of stairs, her balance thankfully having improved tenfold, as she ignored the darker implications of Alucard’s words. 

“So much boooks!” She cried out, settling on entering a random upper row of tomes, pulling one out of the shelf. “So much papper!” 

Alucard nodded, coming to join her. “I take it your people do not have much use for such records underwater?” 

The young mer woman nodded, running her clawed fingers delicately over the inked pages. “Runes. Maghik. No paper.” 

Carefully, Alucard took the book from her hands and placed it back onto the shelf where it belonged. Before the mermaiden could bare her teeth or hiss at him in irritation he had already begun climbing down a nearby ladder, calling for her to follow. “Come. The books are impressive, but they are not what I wish to show you.” 

Reaching the lowest level before her, Alucard smiled softly as his eyes were met with the familiar scene of a magic mirror, and open chest. How strange to think he and his friends stood on this very ground when Sypha successfully managed to summon the castle. How strange to think right there, under his feet, was where Adrian Tepes died and Alucard of Wallachia truly began. 

There was a time when Alucard believed he and he alone would be the one to ever stand upon this, practically hallowed ground. Belmont was not yet sure if he wished to resume the responsibilities of his namesake. And Sypha, well, Sypha had chosen to follow Belmont in whatever trouble he managed to get himself into. Who knows if they would be back, if they ever intended on coming back? At the end of their journey, there was Alucard, left alone to shoulder the burden of both their families’ legacies. 

Trevor had told him not to make the castle his grave, but to use it and the hold to… help people. Such a task seemed near impossible when you were one dhampir, isolated far away from the rest of the world. But then, Alucard reflected, along came Taka and Sumi, and perhaps, he had once thought, he would no longer have to be alone. 

They were so eager to learn, but they were also so eager to leave. They did not come intending to stay, Alucard knew this, and yet, he could not help the way he drew their lessons out, making sure to be as detailed as possible. If they must go, he supposed, he could make it so they did not leave for a while. It was foolish to think his desires would go unnoticed by the two humans. More foolish perhaps, to expect them to understand. Alucard had been wrong. 

They sensed he was less than forthcoming, Alucard could not deny that was true. But he never lied, not once to them. But in their humanity, in their hurt and in their pain and guilt and anger they felt they were deceived. Perhaps deception was so readily on their mind because they had arrived with a plan to play him for a fool all along. 

Either way, it was fatal on their part. Alucard may have wanted them to stay, but he did not need them. They alleviated his loneliness, but they were not necessary companions, not like Trevor or Sypha. They were far too different, far too divested from the line of existence Alucard walked to ever truly understand him. Being human, they ignorantly believed themselves to possess so many options of their own, but as fate had proven: they too were wrong. 

But this young woman, this siren, this mermaid, she was different. She did not come seeking him, rather their meeting was entirely accidental. And this time, the playing field was even: she needed him just as much, if not more, than Alucard wanted her. It was different this time. Here, within the Belmont hold and his castle, she was the outsider. And no matter how long she stayed with him, no matter how hard she tried, she would remain less human than Alucard. Next to her, he was not a monster or a beast, no. 

At her side, he appeared solely as Wallachia’s savior, Alucard, and he was neither human nor monster. 

Coming back to the present moment, Alucard watched silently as the mermaiden approached the glass display case of vampire skulls. He watched as her eyes widened, and her fists clenched, before she spun around, her fangs bared. “Exsplain, now!” 

“The Belmonts hunted creatures of the night for centuries. They came to Wallachia hunting Dracula and his army of vampires.” 

“You said Belmont friend!” 

“He is- was. As I have said to you before, he aided me in my journey to defeat my Father Dracula, to prevent him from securing the extinction of the human race.” 

The mermaiden tilted her head to the side. “Buut why? You vampire.” 

“Not entirely,” Alucard countered. 

The mermaiden’s eyes squinted. “What?”

“The woman in portraits you’ve so admired within the castle, she was my mother, Lisa Tepes, and she was human.” 

Enraged, the mermaiden’s face contorted into an expression of anger, her nostrils flaring with every huff of air she took. “Liar!” She accused him, making her way around the side of the cabinet, trying to move past the dhampir without encountering him directly. “You said humans betrayed! You said not like them! You lie!” 

“I did not lie. I never told you I was wholly vampire, nor did I once say I was not part human.” Alucard mirrored her movement, cutting her off before she could reach the stairs. “I aided humanity only to be betrayed by humans. I do not belong in their world, nor do they belong in mine.” 

“Nor in minesss!” She snarled. “You human. Not friend. Not anymoresss.” Shoving past Alucard she began up the stairs before she felt a hand on her wrist yank her back. Whipping around, she found herself face to face with Alucard, his expression angry, his fangs elongated and on clear display. 

“And where will you go? Your human charade may not disturb me but it is bound to alert others. There is no city, no town where you could travel that they would believe you to be one of their own.” His voice was deep, dark, and full of disdain. 

“Then I go home,” she retorted. “With othersss like mee.” 

“Do you think they will accept you now you’ve lived with a human, lain with a human?” 

“Half,” she spit into his face before sneering: “Half huumannn.” 

Alucard did not even flinch, entirely unphased by her vulgar action. “Human nonetheless,” he said, the ice in his veins offset only by the golden fire in his eyes. “Not even they would welcome you back now. There is nowhere you can go, no one who would welcome you. I,” he spoke, baring his fangs, “am all you have left. I am the only one who understands.” 

The mermaiden opened her mouth to speak, but could not find the words. She closed her mouth before opening it again, still hesitant on how to respond. If it was not as serious of a moment, Alucard would have laughed: she truly looked like a fish out of water. 

Careful as not to spook her, he slowly raised one hand, using it to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from her eyes. How strange a sight to see a siren crying, awful yet beautiful at the same time. Like him, Alucard thought. 

“You are the only one who could possibly understand me. You need not ever leave.” Alucard used his other hand to take one of her own, and guide it, resting it atop his chest. “I do not wish to be alone anymore.” 

The maiden choked back more tears, shocked she was shedding them in the first place in Alucard’s presence. 

Prior to those horrible humans taking her, tears were not something the mermaiden had ever experienced. Living underwater, she was surrounded by saltwater. Even on the occasions she was consumed by great emotion, her eyes behaved no different, felt no different than they did being in their usual full-contact with water as they were everyday. But after she was taken, she found the ability to cry, something she despised. It burned the skin of her cheeks with hot shame, her throat felt too tight for air: the process of crying was foreign, and undeniably painful. She prayed it would not become a normal occurrence for her. She swore the moment she was free of her captors, she would never shed a tear again. And then she met Alucard. And he was…

Sweet. He was kind. He was not an ignorant, vengeful human. Surely, he would not give her reason to cry. They were of the same kind, she and him. He would harbor no hate for her in his heart. 

How foolish of the girl to think hatred was the only feeling capable of creating pain, of making remorse. Afterall, ‘love’ was just as powerful. ‘Love’ was just as dangerous. 

Deep down, the young siren knew the dhampir’s words were true: there was nowhere else she could go, there was no one else who would understand her, and care for her the way he did. 

In fairness, he was not fully human, he was half vampire, and his father was the great Lord Dracula to boot. He was not simple in the way other humans were. He was not stupid in the way people were. He was educated and well-aware of the fragility of egos, the slow passing of time… He did not look at the world through a mortal lens. The mermaiden knew she could do worse, in choosing someone to trust, in picking someone to rely on. 

Then again, he was half-human. She was wise to fear him, to doubt him. He may have meant what he said, when he told her she need not leave, but that did not mean she needn’t want to. But she was so far from home, so far from more of her own kind. Who else left in this region ravaged by night creatures and monsters would open their home to her the way he had? Perhaps it was wiser to stay. 

Did she even possess a choice in the matter?

Even withIn the arms of that former stranger, she felt more forsaken than she had when those evil traders first captured her. She felt so alone… Gods… 

She, too, wished not to be alone anymore. 

“Ssstay.” 

“What?” Alucard’s head snapped up at the sound of her words. “Truly?” He could not help the hope that seeped into his voice. “You wish to stay with me?” 

Before him, the mermaiden nodded, yet another human expression she had come to love over the past few weeks. “Yessss,” she hissed out, her voice still nasally from her earlier tears. “I ssstay.” 

A/N: Holy shit! Almost 8,000 words here. And to think I did it all while fighting the worst virus of my life! (See, THAT just goes to show you how strong my love for Alucard is. 

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[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Can I request some headcaons for the brothers nagging MC yo set up a meeting with their and MC just being like “Okay…but my family isn’t your average traditional family so heads up 🤷‍♀️.” And when they finally do realize MC and their mom are exactly the same. Even down to the point where their mother has her own little harem going on. If this is too weird for you then you don’t have to do it lol. 🫶

I have one thing to say..

Do we love weird? YES

Do we want weird? YES

Do we get weird? YES, OF COURSE >;D

Summary: The brother's reactions to MC and their mother being so similar to the point where both of them have their own male harems.

GN!MC

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The apple doesn't fall far away from the tree

It was a regular day in a not so normal Devildom. You were sitting at the dining table with the seven brothers eating breakfast. You were too focused on your food to look at the others.

Mammon: Yo MC! We've been thinkin'.. what's your family like?

The question caught you off guard and you shot the second-born an "Are you serious?" look before shaking your head.

MC: A family. Haven't you seen a family?

You got back at your food.

Asmo: Could we peerrhaaps meet them?

MC: No.

A few hours later you are in the hallway at RAD, leaning against a wall, wondering what your next class was. Suddenly though the twins show up with smirks on their faces.

Belphie: MC? Whatcha up to?

MC: Doeeessss it concern you?

Beel: Yes.

You shake your head before sighing.

MC: Do you know what my next class is? I forgot.

Belphie: we'll tell you if you let us meet your family.

Oh come onnnnn!!! Couldn't you be more oRiGiNaL?! You roll your eyes and push your body away from the wall.

MC: Y'know... I suddenly remembered what my next class was. I'll see you around, boys!

After school you are walking home with Satan. A regular walk? Perhaps not.

Satan: MC? You know.. we do want to meet your family.

MC: Not happening.

You smile at Satan dramatically and continue walking in silence.

At midnight. You were in Levi's room to play games. Though the thing was.. Levi chose a family simulator game? Why?

Levi: I thought we could play something else today.

MC: Sure I don't mind. Though why a family simulator?

Levi: B'cuz.. eh.. I want to meet your family? So I'm trying to simulate it?

MC: Levi you don't make sense. Plus I'm tired. Let's play tomorrow.

You leave the room with the biggest frown on your face.

The next morning at The House of Lamentation! It's nice. It's peaceful. Breakfast is tasty. Until a certain Father figure, I mean... oldest brother decides to open his mouth.

Lucifer: MC, we've decided. We want to meet your family.

MC: Stop nagging and leave me alone. This has been going for too long.

Lucifer: I wasn't asking, MC. This is a demand.

You look over at Lucifer with the most idiotic, dumbest face you could pull up. Really? You too?

MC: Okay. Buuuttt.. my family ain't your regular family.. sooo heads up, guys. I'll call them tomorrow. You better be ready for this.

Mammon: Eh? Why?

Asmo: Hmm.~

(Lucifer staring into your soul)

The next day. The seven brothers are lined up in the hall wearing a bit more formal-ish clothes rather than their regular ones. Confident about meeting your family. Soon enough Lucifer teleports you to the human world right in front of your house. You walk up to the door and violently pull it open.

MC: MOOOMMMMM MY HAREM'S 'ERE. COME MEET EM!!!!

You can practically feel a few of the demons gazes burn a hole through your back but... Do you care?

Your mother came out looking similar to you. Too similar.

Mammon: MC that your twin or somethin'?

MC: Eh twin? I ain't got a twin. This is my mother, guys!

You turn to your mom.

MC: Mom, those men are my boyfriends and part of my harem.

Father and son AKA Lucifer and Satan don't particularly like the word 'harem' apparently.

Lucifer: MC..

Satan: MC...

Mother: Oh my gosh, sweetheart! Like mother like daughter!

She wraps her arms tightly around you.

Mammon, Satan, Belphie: Wait what?

Mother: MC they are so handsome! I'm so proud of you, honey! Personally though I like that one the most. (She points at Lucifer who IMMEDIATELY how do I highlight this more? gets all smug about it.) What's his name?

MC: *turning to look over at where her mom's finger is pointing and nod*

Oh, that one? Ah yes. That's Lucifer, mom. He's nice.

Lucifer: Just nice? And what do you mean "that one" don't you have more respect?

Satan: Yeah it's too kind for you. You are awful. AND you deserve NO respect.

Belphie: Totally agree.

Mammon: Couldn't you choose a better one rather than that asshole? (I don't feel like Mammon's gonna make it)

Lucifer: MAAAMMMOOOONNNN?? (R.I.P Mammon. We loved you.)

Mammon: EEEEEK!!!

Completely innocent Beel looks over at you completely ignoring the banter between Lucifer and his three biggest headaches.

Beel: MC what did your mother mean by 'like mother like daughter'

You look over at the sixth-born and smile.

MC: oh right. Forgot to mention. She also has a harem! Of seven as well I think? *You look over at your mother, waiting for confirmation.

Mother: *Nods head.*

All brothers: WHAT?

Asmo: Can I meet them~

Belphie: Asmo, stop being perverted for a second.

Levi: For real. This is serious.

(Mammon being confused along with our cinnamon roll Beel)

(Lucifer staring dead into your eyes)

(Satan being ready to throw a tantrum)

MC: They have cats. Each of them. A few at that.

(Satan is suddenly very interested and happy.)

Mother: They are such great cooks. Each of them!

Beel: WHERE?

(Belphie putting a hand over Beel's mouth.)

MC: They are rich.

Mammon: Y'know... I suddenly don't mind the fact that you called us your harem and stuff.. could I meet 'em?

(Lucifer angrily steps on Mammon's foot. Repeatedly.)

Mammon: AUGHHHHHHH LUCIFER STOP STEPPING ON MY FREAKIN' FOOT. I DON'T WANNA MEET 'EM ANYMORE!

Lucifer smiles gently. Perhaps more sadistically. (But he sure ain't gentle right now) at your mother before turning to you with a loving gaze (He certainly doesn't want to punish you. Noooo~)

Lucifer: MC we are going home. We are happy that we got to meet your family. We are leaving.

The eldest grabs your hand and before you could say goodbye to your mother you find yourself in The House of Lamentation's entrance hall once again. Let's just say it was a fun night. Lucifer punished~ you. (We know what he did. Right?) Saying he is the only one for you. (Likewise :] ) The rest of the brothers barely talk to you during the rest of the week. Don't worry though. Soon enough all of them remind you that you belong to each of them alone. (As if) And soon enough stuff is left and forgotten.

Everything ends well when everything's well.. right? <3

[riacte]

Could you pretty please info dump on your Might Be Over Now, But I Feel It Still au?

This is a month late bc I’ve been saving up brainrot and it’s making my brain go brrrrr soooo :D

The entire premise is based on False saving Ren from mobs on HC sooo if you watch their old eps you might find a plot point or two 😭

Martyn was originally not going to be in because I KNEW the story would spiral into Treebark but in the end fuckass Martyn is simply irresistible to me.

Probably a side effect of watching M*raculous Ladybug: gotta love hero teams with different colour schemes and themes <3 (why did that rhyme)

Minecraft is also weirdly a good setting for hero/villain aus because you HAVE built in enemies of varying difficulties and they are already distinct in terms of visuals and powers. I have so much fun humanising the Mobs and giving them personalities

(I didn’t humanise the Zombie mob because that’s too close to humans and it would cause confusion with Cleo lol)

And it’s also a good basis because in MC, players (heroes) slay the Mobs (villains). The Mobs are specifically created to be enemies and to “make” the players heroes (insert hero of the village achievement). Translating that into a standard hero/villain story has interesting implications that the Mobs are Born Evil and Made To Be The Bad Guys and their very purpose is to elevate people into “heroes”. Which then creates another story of “if the mobs are made to be evil, doesn’t that make the creator/developer/author/storyteller the evil one for imposing such villainy onto blank figures for the purpose of raising up their faves?”

The overworld / nether / end variants of mobs are also reallly interesting for creating different “difficulty levels” of Mobs with even some “boss” Mobs.

(I say all of this without owning a Minecraft game)

Also the thing about hero aus in the mcyt fandom is that they tend to be quite male dominated. Because a lot of the ccs are male. I did not really intend for it to be a all Hermitgals hero team but it came out that way and honestlyyyy I have such a blast writing them. It’s even funnier that the usual hero choices for this fandom (Hotguy and Cuteguy) are the trainees under Pearl. Like it makes sense why they have these silly and matching names 😭

And oh yeah the order in which they join the hero team is based on when they joined HC. Cleo is the OG, followed by False, then Stress, then Pearl (bc she was in hermit adjacent events earlier), and finally Gem.

Having a Cleaning Lady (and her underlings) being specifically in charge of rebuilding solves some logistics problems of damage from fights + fits in with the MC theme of building and crafting + turns it into some tower defence strategy in which Torches ward away Mobs and Mobs can destroy Torches

So yeah MC has a lot of potential for such a setting.

Oh by the way Iskall is gonna appear at some point 👀 he’s like Martyn because he’s just irresistible to me lmfao. They both brute forced their way into the story yayyy

False-Ren dynamic reaches its peak stupidity in which they’re like “yeah I don’t mean that much to the other person 🤡” and they’re both screaming crying shaking sobbing and being pathetic and Not Communicating while being the only people who can match each other’s freak

Yippee thanks for the ask :)

[gncrezan]

local surgeon the cause of his coworker’s bi awakening

[catboyantichrist]

hello! i saw that you were taking requests for headcanons and oneshots! could i ask for some headcanons on either a gn or male MC bringing a brother along to get their first tattoo? as in the MC getting their first tattoo and having the brother come along because they’re secretly nervous lol….. thanks so much! <3

Aaa! Of course! I originally planned to write this as a M!MC but it ended up completely gender neutral. Also this idea is so creative so thank u for asking me to write this ^^

☆ The Brothers Coming With GN!MC to Get Their First Tattoo!  ☆

You finally did it! You gained the courage to finally get your first tattoo. You've been wanting this for awhile, it's just external forces always made it difficult for you to get one. I guess the brothers really helped with your confidence huh? Well the days leading up to the appointment your nervousness started to get the best of you. What if it hurts too much?

Not wanting to cancel the appointment, you decided to ask one of the brothers to come with you! Just for fun y'know... not because your scared or anything.

Lucifer:

-When you walk into Lucifer’s office asking if he’d come with you to get your first tattoo, he was more than happy to accompany you.

-But he also wanted to have a bit of fun.

-When you go to the shop he immediately noticed that you were nervous, and he started lightly teasing you without hesitation. 

-”Are you nervous MC?” He smirks.

-”No! Why would I be?” You were shaking.

-Oh you’re shaking. Maybe toning it down would be a better idea.

-When the artist comes out and actually begins, Lucifer just puts you on his lap. The pure shock from that would just get rid of any pain in that moment.

-While you’re getting the tattoo, Lucifer’s getting work done on his phone. There’s never a bad time to do work after all! Ignore his massive undereye bags.

-You need a distraction? MC why don’t you start on that potions homework from awhile ago?

-Once the tattoo is completed, Lucifer help you with the aftercare. Once it's healed he will begin to lightly graze his hand over it when he’s close to you.

Mammon:

-You wouldn’t even need to go to him to ask, he’s already going to your room to ask if you can hangout. So when you ask if he could come with you to get your first tattoo, he immediately agrees.

-When you go into the tattoo parlor, he’s just as excited as you are. After all, his human has been talking about this for weeks!

-When the tattoo artist comes out to ask some general questions, Mammon begins to notice your anxiousness. When they leave to set up the work area, Mammon leans over and puts his arm around you.

-Don’t worry MC! You’re the strongest human I know! Plus you have the great Mammon to protect ya!

-When the tattoo artist brings out the needle, Mammon is scared FOR you. But, keeping his word he shakily grabs onto one of your hands.

-“Only focus on me ya hear! It’ll be over before ya know it.”

-The only thing that scared Mammon more then the tattoo was the price OF it.

-He’d contemplate+ getting matching tattoo’s with his human, but needs to check if that would get in the way of his modeling career... just kidding. He doesn’t care

-”Oi MC! We’re gonna match one day. Ya got it?”

Leviathan:

-Convincing Leviathan to go outside can be sort of… difficult. Especially to a place he’s never been to before.

-When he sees how fidgety you are when you ask though, he sighs and agrees. “Fine but only because you’re my Henry”

-When you go into the parlor, he immediately goes to see if any of the tattoos are themed after any anime's. If there are, you will have to drag him away from them so that you can actually get the tattoo.

-When he turns away sad, you grin and offer to come back with him to look at the art another time.

-Depending on where you’re getting your tattoo he’d either play games on his phone with you or you’d just watch, so that there’s something to distract you from the pain. 

-If that doesn’t distract you enough you two will just start rambling about whatever anime you’ve watched last.

Satan:

-He was intrigued that you wanted him to come support you out of everyone. This seemed more like a job for Asmo. You’ll just ask Lucifer instead? Well you should’ve asked for him to come sooner!

-Before even going to the tattoo shop, Satan was doing as much research as possible to make sure you were prepared.

-He brought water and pain killers just to be safe. Yes the water was in a cat themed water bottle. I will not take criticism.

-When you go into the parlor Satan will watch the artist with intrigue and possibly even ask questions about being a tattoo artist.

-Satan will sit beside you and probably read with you or to you. If your handling the pain well enough Satan will probably just hold your hand and continue with the previous conversation he was having with the tattoo artist.

-Once the tattoo is finished Satan will research the best possible tattoo aftercare routine (and obviously talk to the artist about it as well)

-He found the whole experience fascinating, and contemplates maybe even getting a tattoo as well one day. Obviously just to spite Lucifer... no other reason. (-Cough- MC’s approval -cough-)

Asmodeus:

-“OoOo MC where are you getting the tattoo 😏”

-Okay jokes aside, of course he’d come with you! He’s supported tons of his friends and admirers when they were getting their first tattoos! These may or may not have been his name and/or face

-I’m not saying he’d do the same and try to convince you to get a tramp stamp of his name but I’m saying that’s exactly what he’d do 

-Although at the end of the day, no matter what you chose he’d love it!

-When the artist starts working Asmo immediately grabs onto your arm (or whichever arm isn’t getting tattooed) and starts talking about whatever gossip that’s going around currently.

-Every time the artist says “5 more minutes” (which is at least 10 times) Asmo puts his hands through your hair and praises you on how well your doing. Damn even the tattoo artist is blushing.

-Once the tattoo is finished he’d be so excited to take pictures of it, and he’d waste no time finding clothing pieces that would show off the tattoo even more! He'd also ask the artist for tips with aftercare and what skin products are okay to put on the tattoo.

Beelzebub: 

-You want Beel to come with you to get a tattoo? 

-“I mean if it makes you happy MC! Can we go to Madame Screams afterwards?”

-You walk into the tattoo shop and decide to look at some of the designs with Beel

-You turn for a second because you saw an amazing design. Although you nearly had a heart attack when you turned back.

-No Beel wait the food designs aren’t actual food!!

-Because of the amount of exercise this man does, and some not so... happy issues. Beel knows some very effective breathing exercises! Before and during the beginning of the tattoo he’d lead you through some breathing exercises to help you through the pain and any possible anxiety.

-He’s already holding your hand (if you allow it) and if the pain gets to be too much he gives you 100% permission for you to squeeze his hand, he’ll barely feel it anyways. Once the tattoo is finished Beel grins at the sight of it.

-”Wow MC it looks great!”. If the tattoo involves food in anyway, you may need to remind him that it’s not real as his stomach growls almost immediately. 

-”Could we go to Madame Screams now?”

Belphegor:

-“Why don’t we just take a nap instead?”

-When he realizes how much you really want this tattoo he begrudgingly agrees. Although he immediately cheers up when you offer to cuddle with him when you both get home.

-You go into the shop and he wants to get it done as fast as possible

-When the tattoo artist begins, Belphie was originally holding your hand.

-Now he’s just found anyway possible to cuddle with you... oh nope now he’s just asleep.

-On the positive side it gives you the opportunity to put your hands through his hair to help calm down. You kind of start drifting off yourself...

-Next thing you know you’ve woken up with the finished tattoo. Belphie eventually wakes up as well and lets out a long yawn.

-”Wow MC... it looks great. Do you wanna go take a nap at the planetarium?”

[outoftheblue-if]

ROs reactions seeing the mc wearing their clothes? 👀

Oooh *wiggles eyebrows*

I guess it depends a little on the MC? Let’s try to cover some bases. I’ll say it’s at home, in private.

Isobel: If MC was smaller than Isobel, or the same size, she would find it incredibly attractive, lips quirking up into a smirk as she grabs a hold of the fabric, languidly tugging MC towards her as she pulls them in for an appreciative kiss. «Hmm, this looks good on you.» It really strokes her ego, and she feels a sense of pride and pleasant possessiveness as she’s reminded that MC is hers. She might even feel the need to make it properly known that MC is hers, letting things take a more… heated turn 👀

If MC was male and wearing like… one of her dresses, or if they were bigger than her, wearing something way too small, she would roll her eyes, lips quirking up in amusement as she shakes her head. «Good lord, what are you wearing?» She would be fondly exasperated, secretly loving this goofy side of MC, and finds it very attractive that they are so comfortable with themselves. She might even approach them sultrily, tugging at the fabric saying. «I dare say you would look much better without this».

Max: If MC was smaller than them or the same size, Max would find it adorable, heart melting in their chest. Seeing MC in their clothes makes them feel all kinds of fuzzy, warm feelings because it’s so… domestic and intimate. This closeness and comfortableness with someone is everything they ever wanted. They would likely wrap their arms around MC pulling them close to hide their face in MC’s neck. “You should wear my clothes all the time.”

If MC was bigger and wearing something way too small, Max would be equally charmed, but likely finding it more funny than anything, bursting into laughter. «My love, you never looked better.» They would absolutely adore a MC that was goofy and so comfortable with themselves. 

Clara: If MC was smaller than her or the same size, she would be so excited at first. She likes fashion and pretty things, and would be happy if MC liked the same things as her, and she would find it so cute. She would compliment them profusely, letting them know that anything that is hers, is theirs and their welcome to her entire wardrobe. She would find it so sweet, her heart buzzing pleasantly with love and happiness. To have someone to share her everything with is all she ever really wanted, and now she has. 

If MC was bigger than her or wearing something too small she would start giggling. “What on earth are you wearing?” She would be really charmed though, finding it adorable and funny. “You know, if you wanted one of your own in your size, you need only ask.” She would tease as she approaches them with amusement in her eyes. “I say you look lovely though.” Placing a loving kiss on their cheek. “You always do.”

Richard: If MC was smaller than him, or the same size, he would be flustered. He would be taken aback by how attractive he finds it, and how much it affects him ahem 👀 There’s just something about it that’s so profound and intimate, a reminder that MC is his and continuously choses to be his. He would probably be stuck to the spot to admire them, swallowing loudly as his heart begins to race. He might not say anything, but he heartily endorses MC wearing his clothes any time.

If MC was bigger than him or the same size though, lmao, he would be so confused. “I’m... Why are you wearing this? Are you in need of more clothing?” He would just be really bewildered as to why MC would do that, it’s so.. impractical lol.  

William: If MC was smaller than him or the same size, he would honestly find that really hot, especially if it was like only his shirt or something 👀 It would make him so happy too, it’s a testament to their closeness and the fact that MC feels so comfortable with him. Makes his heart swell, he’s so beyond grateful. Would probably wrap his arms around them from behind and pull them really close, placing a tender kiss on their head. “This looks much better on you than it ever did me.” 

If MC was bigger than him and wearing something too small, it would probably earn a rich chuckle from him, eyes crinkling in amusement. “What happened to you? Did Gracie put you up to this?” He would still wrap his arms around them and pull them close, glancing at them with mirth and fondness as he shrugs. “It still looks much better on you than it does me, that’s how lovely you are.”

Thank you so much for your ask! ✨🤎

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hmm so i just had this idea, can i please request a drabble when when mc and dazai had their 'first time' ?? Naturally it would be a smut lol but i'd really appreciate it if you throw in some fluffs too, because i think making love with dazai is more goofy than a serious one! Thank you so much if you do this :)

Author: @ikevamp-shrine​

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Dazai, MC

Pairing: Dazai x MC

Words: 2072

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal penetration, Dazai being Dazai

Notes: So since this request says mc I’m gonna assume its referring to the in game female MC. Anyways, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy and forgive me for just now answering your ask. (please don’t think I’m ignoring any request that has been sent in, I just haven’t gotten around to them- they will be done at some point.)

Preview: 

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, rounding over the dip, pulling the plush pad of pink down from between her teeth. He glances up; the playful gaze gone from his eyes, instead replaced with the low burning of sizzling embers and wanton lust. He breathed in quick; her scent invaded his senses making him high on her. “Giving in to our most carnal desires, my dear.”

She swallowed thickly forcing his eyes to follow the movement of her throat. He smirked tensely. The tip of pulsating fangs caught the light as they slid from his gums. Dazai laughed lowly, his fingers wrapping around the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice she had never heard the man before her use. Dangerous, lethal, lustful- a trickster warning those of his true power. “Do you have any clue to how hard it is to restrain myself from piercing your skin right now and claiming you as mine?”

“Dazai.”

He hums in response to her shaky voice, completely captivated by the parting of her lips as his face reveals nothing but an internal battle within himself. She gasped when his fingers find purchase on the soft curve of her hips, bringing their bodies flush together with a tug.

“What are we doing?” A bite of her lip has Dazai trembling.

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, rounding over the dip, pulling the plush pad of pink down from between her teeth. He glances up; the playful gaze gone from his eyes, instead replaced with the low burning of sizzling embers and wanton lust. He breathed in quick; her scent invaded his senses making him high on her. “Giving in to our most carnal desires, my dear.”

She swallowed thickly forcing his eyes to follow the movement of her throat. He smirked tensely. The tip of pulsating fangs caught the light as they slid from his gums. Dazai laughed lowly, his fingers wrapping around the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice she had never heard the man before her use. Dangerous, lethal, lustful- a trickster warning those of his true power. “Do you have any clue to how hard it is to restrain myself from piercing your skin right now and claiming you as mine?”

“I-.” She furrowed her brows, completely at lost as to what to say.

His grip on her throat tightened as Dazai loomed over her form, his wispy breaths of whispers tickling her ear like a lonely breeze. “I want you. All of you.”

He rested his cheek on her shoulder, glancing up at her wavering eyes with need, continuing, appearing vulnerable and innocent, “you want me to... don’t you?”

She nodded, not trusting her words.

Dazai pulled away, completely ridding the girl of his touch as her hand twitched, raising to grab at the thick fabric of his clothing. He grabbed her hand, tsking while murmuring, “I’m going to need a verbal consent to be sure you understand what you’re getting yourself into.”

She panted, her eyes pleading and hands shaking. “Please Dazai. I need you.” His jaw clenched. “Did you know I’m a selfish man, my dear? I will not share.”

She pulled him to her. His silken hair dangled in the air, his hands slammed on either side of her head against the wall she was pressed to, steadying himself. Their foreheads touching, breaths mingling, and hearts yearning.

She gasped for air, her want building to unimaginable heights, “be selfish then. Take me and keep me as your own.”

Dazai stilled, his face dropping and tone depressed. “That’s unfair. You know I can’t resist when you say things like that.” He shook his head, a devilish smile appearing, his features morphing into fox like proportions.

“Ask and you shall receive, my dear,” he paused his words to lift the woman up, turning towards the bed, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, “after all- “he laid her down on his sheets, gently tracing the buttons on her blouse, popping one open at a time- “I am nothing more than a poor writer pleased to be a servant to someone as radiant as you.”

Dazai’s lips caressed the soft skin of her exposed stomach. Chills rose along her flesh as his finger ran over the curve of her thigh, his body moving over her, his kisses leaving a burning path down her body. His hand wrapped under her knee, kneading slowly. Pushing her leg in the air, Dazai watched as her skirt slipped down the limb. His other hand gripped her hip. His face went blank. His glowing, yellow eyes observed the flush of her skin, the reddening marks he left on her stomach, the heave of her breasts that began to spill out of the cups of her bra, the plush of her lips, and the blatant need in her eyes. His head tilted. Silky bangs hiding one side of his face. He whispered, “say my name.”

She shivered when his tongue met the sensitive expanse of her calf, lapping slowly up to her ankle. “Dazai.”

His fangs nibbled at her toes; her shoes previously discarded on the floor. MC gasped, her leg jerking at the ticklish sensation.

“Who do you belong to?” Dazai growled lowly, his eyes flashing.

MC moaned as his teeth dug into the front of her ankle. “You, you- only you.”

Dazai hummed, his eyes drifting closed as he opened himself to the intense emotions and rising tension. Muscles twitched under his mouth as he tracked back down her leg, his hand sliding from her hip to the waist band of her skirt, tugging the fabric off and tossing it to the floor. Opening his eyes, lids hooded with lust, the writer inhaled sharply at the spread of her hips before him. Her hands gripped at his sheets when he descended upon the growing wet spot on her panties.

She stopped breathing, her breath catching in her throat, when the male flattened his tongue over her clothed entrance; his moan vibrating through her at the taste. Her knees bent over his broad shoulders- broader that what they appeared. She felt his muscles tense and ripple as he sucked and licked at her through her underwear, his saliva mixing with her damp want. Her legs began to tremble when sharp teeth bit the cloth of her panties; her heart fluttered dangerously as Dazai pulled them off with his lips.

He looked utterly feral as he rose above her, regal even. Majestic, powerful. Like a snake slithering around its prey, soon to wrap around its form and swallow the defenseless creature whole. Dazai flicked his tongue out to lick over the glimmering points of his fangs, still tasting MC on his lips. His skin appeared to shimmer in the candle light, his pupils dilating and nostrils flaring as he nuzzled his face into her inner thigh. His breath fanned over the apex of her thighs, his low laugh shifting through the air when he saw her clench with excitement.

“Look at how obedient you are being. Spreading yourself just for me… I might just give you a reward.” They met gazes; she felt dizzy.

Dazai’s fingers dipped into her, coating the digit as she groaned. He curled inside of her, his jaw clicking at the tightness. He already knew he would struggle with not being completely consumed by the thought of her. He pumped slowly, building her up only to push himself knuckles deep, adding another finger. She moaned louder at the sudden stretch.

Dazai’s brows furrowed with concentration and MC barely heard him speak.

“I hope the walls are thick.”

She panted, confused. “W-what?”

He glanced back up at her reddened face, murmuring, “I hope the walls are thick or our neighbors will hear every pretty moan of yours.”

Her eyes widened when he reached above her head, knocking on the wall, mind blanking as she watched the writer smile expectantly at the barrier behind her. Another knock sounded back making her blood run cold.

Dazai shifted his gaze back down at her, smirking flippantly at her baffled expression. “Not so thick after all, I guess.”

MC blushes, opening her mouth, huffing embarrassingly.

Dazai shifts, leaning back on his haunches, knees bent under him. He brings MC with him, pulling her to straddle his lap. His hands rests on her lower back as he watches her, amused at how desperately she tries to untie his clothing, her embarrassment forgotten.

Her hands shake, her whine tumbling past her teeth when the knot tightens instead of coming apart.

Dazai rubs his hands around the globe of her bottom, soothing her. The knot finally comes undone and MC slips her hands under his clothing, pushing the fabric back, relishing in the smoothness of his skin beneath her finger tips. His clothing pools on the bed, catching at his elbows making him appear as if he was a fertility god ripe for the taking.

With tensing muscles and sweat damp skin, Dazai crashes his lips onto hers, their tongues fighting for dominance. His fingers flex against her skin, his form flinching when he feels MC grip the heavy weight of his cock between her palm, pumping and squeezing. A breathless moan follows and Dazai’s head falls limp between the junction of MC’s shoulder as she jerks his manhood; her thumb rubbing over the sensitive slit, smearing what seeps out along the smoothness of his skin.  

His stomach tenses, his mouth pulled into a grimace. Dazai grips MC’s wrists, stopping her, whispering shakily, “easy. I want to make this last.”

He takes a nipple within his mouth. It pebbles between his teeth, darkening as she throws her head back, scratching her nails against his scalp. He reaches between them to rub the swollen head of his cock against her clit. Her wetness drips down her thigh, dampening the cloth still trapped around Dazai’s thighs.

“Damn it, stop teasing me,” MC groans out, frustrated and impatient.

“The best things come to those who wait,” Dazai grins.

She digs her nails into his nape in warning, forcing a hiss from the writer. He glanced up at her heated eyes, smirking impishly around her nipple.

He snorts. “Ok, ok. Stop abusing this poor man.”

She breathes heavily, his tongue lapping at her chest, moving up her collar bone; he sucks at the pulse of her neck as he pushes the tip of his cock into her sopping heat. MC whimpers.

Dazai’s arm cages her, wrapping around her middle, holding her still as he slips deep within her.

“Ah! Dazai...” MC mewls, hugging his shoulder as they begin to rock together.

The writer whines at the heat gripping his cock. They lose each other in themselves. Clawing at the other’s skin in hopes of leaving a mark. They become one; feeling their bodies slide against each other, their minds fuzzy and hearts entwining.

“My dear,” Dazai growls, his fangs dropping further than they had before, his throat screaming with the need for it to be cooled by the one he craves, “I need... please, let me.”

His head is pushed back into the curve of MC’s neck as she nods at his begging, knowing and willing for him to take what he wants.

Dazai places his lips loosely over her skin, lightly brushing her with his lips, kissing delicate flesh stained with effects of his actions. Allowing his teeth to scrape against her, his eyes shoot open when she moans out.

“-close,” she mumbles, her body tensing and back arching.

He feels the tight fluttering of her walls around him as he sinks his fangs deep within her skin, holding her tight so she doesn’t rip his fangs through her flesh while she bucks wildly; waves of pleasure crashing over her, overwhelming her, dragging her down the river of ecstasy. Dazai grunts sharply, pulling himself out of her warmth to spurt thick ropes of white along the quivering planes of her stomach. Rolling his hips in the air, Dazai’s illuminated eyes grow blurry; his mind suffocating with the pleasure and the taste of his lover.

He sucks once roughly, his brows pinching together, face pained. Slowly removing his long canines from MC when she stills; her back shivered, rising and falling quickly.

She exhales when his tongue, slick with her blood, laps weakly at the puncture wounds upon her neck, helping it to heal. Exhaustion seeps deep within her bones as they bask in the aftershocks of their love making, holding each other close, her head on his chest listening to the steady thumps of his heart.

“Still with me?” Dazai questions. Euphoria makes his voice heavy and lazy.

She nods.

Dazai uses his sleeve to wipe his cum from her skin, pressing their cheeks together. He tenderly strokes her spine as he takes in the warmth of her companionship. “Stay?”

MC falls back dragging Dazai with her. They both laugh as she digs her nose into the crease of his breasts. He kisses the top of her head when she responds, her voice thick with the need for rest, their legs tangling as they slowly drift off to sleep, “always.”

Tagging @dazaiswindow @alby-rei @gallifreysperfectrose @nishtharya @robin-the-enby for saying yes on my previous post

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[mammonprotectionsquad]

its alright, i totally get it 😂

YEAH IKR?? omg... not the way that—

omg omg okay wow i got hit with THOUGHTS

he absolutely is willing to try pretty much anything that he knows makes you happy — what if his MC listened to/watched ASMR to help her relax/go to sleep. and he sees this one day (early on, i'd imagine), asks about it, and ofc listens wholeheartedly as the MC explains (probably a bit nervous about telling him lol). and he's just like "huh interesting — im glad you have something to help u destress" and all

and then later down the line, somehow MC is prompted to tell him that his voice is really soothing (maybe even mentioning back when ray either sang that lullaby or did the pat thing, whatever that MC had requested), and half-jokingly says that if he did asmr, she would be set for life lmao

"Like, even if we didn't know each other like this, and you had a normal life all this time, and I came across your channel? i'd watch and rewatch you till the end of time" XD

potential bonus: "I don't even watch male asmrists but you'd be an absolute exception"

lololol i feel like saeran would be so damn flattered and caught off guard — and he gets an idea, but doesnt mention it to her

and from there, he'd be doing so much research (out of his MC's sight), reading articles and watching various videos of all the different types, from youtubers of different sizes/popularity... and he'd check which ones his MC is subbed to, and spend extra time studying those — and he'd pay extra close attention in everyday situations to any indications or mentions of what sounds his MC can't handle or doesnt like, and the ones she seems to like or be okay with (i imagine the former would be easier to identify lmao)

next thing she knows, like a few weeks later, saeran comes to her and is like "...so, i did a thing—"

...anyways my brain ran wild there sjdvajsgjab

honestly — if he did something like that for me? I'd so freaking flustered before even playing the video or audio omg (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

shvdjsjs MY FRIEND DOES THAT TO ME IN FRENCH— im not completely fluent yet so its a bit of a different story, shes more just pushing my abilities (which i appreciate) but omg xDD she goes off in french and im sitting there with my slow brain — and then she like sees my lost face and teasingly shakes her head with a disappointed look 💀💀

[417]

OH MY GOD I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT! YES PLS!!! And I mean, it's not like he's a stranger to tech stuff. Sure it would be something new but I'm pretty, sure he'd figure out quickly how to set up the microphone, how to sound proof the area he records in (probably with blankets and what not) which settings are best for what sounds, which microphones would be best for the triggers the mc enjoys most... Holy shit that's a big brain rot now 😂

At least your friend does it on purpose. My mom doesn't notice until I ask her to tell me again in a language I'll actually understand more than 3 words in xD

But then there were also instances this summer where I caught her completely off guard xDD

As a little background story: in our village there's a market once a week. And when we went there, we got caught in the rain and got completely soaked. But for some reason my mom was more soaked than me when we made it home. So she jokingly told her bf (who only speaks Greek) that I must've evaded the raindrops. I just stared at her and went "stop talking shit about me! I didn't evade anything!"

My mom just stood there like "🧍🏼‍♀️ how tf did you understand all of that?!" 😂

[mageofseven]

Demon bros see MC in the hallway & ask MC where they're going, & they answer, "I'm going to the BDSM". The bros pause & ask if MC knows what that means & MC answers, "It stands for Bible Discussion/Study Meeting, right? That's what a male demon classmate of mine told me", as MC points out to the said demon waiting from afar with his friends for MC with not-good intentions, unbeknownst to MC but not unbeknownst to the bros. How do bros react?

...Nonnie. You made me smile, but this still made me facepalm from the naïve MC. But yeah, let's see how this goes lol

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Lucifer:

Silence as he let's what they just said sink in

Because surely they did not say what he believes they did.

Let's out a big sigh before taking their hand and glaring at the demons down the hall, who disperse upon his sight.

Starts leading the human home regardless of any protests given.

"MC, we are demons. Let that sink into your mind as you rethink what you just said."

Gets the names of those boys from his Love when they get home and explains the situation they had blindly walked into.

Mammon:

Boy is blushing-- until he hears about the bible bs.

"The hell you talkin' about?? It don't mean anythin' like that!!"

If his Human tries asking the real meaning of BDSM, his face is just gets red again.

Of course this boy knows the answer--have you seen his demon form?

Still doesn't have the guts to explain it to them.

Just tells them to trust him and takes them home-- in the opposite direction of those fuckhead demons.

Gonna have them talk to Lucifer and tell him who those dudes are so he can handle it; the second born did his job in keeping them safe so now it's his brother's job to handle the punishment stuff.

Leviathan:

They did not just say that...right?

Oh man, how does he handle this??

Um. Um...

Shakes his head, refusing to look at the human out of embarrassment and instead let's himself get mad at the demons.

Starts walking towards them, ready to defend his Henry.

Not one to enjoy interacting with other people, but this boy does have a spine when it feels life calls for it.

Just the way he strides towards them is enough for the other students to know trouble was brewing so they ran fast.

Yells after them that his Henry is off limits

But now is left with just his Human and is feeling awkward again

Any questions they ask about why he did that go without answers.

Boy is so embarrassed and awkward that he leaves without them.

Satan:

Boy is pissed

Like, he doesn't even pause to think about how ridiculous it is that MC fell for such a lie.

His human is so sweet and innocent; there's absolutely nothing wrong with that but fuck anyone who tries to take advantage of them.

Immediately transforms and strides down the hall towards the other demons.

They try to scatter, but the blonde is able to grab the collars of two of them, one being the boy who directly tricked his Kitten.

Basically uses one motherfucker to beat against the other motherfucker.

Satan is so mad that he's just seeing red.

Only stops when he finally hears MC begging for him to stop.

Immediately drops the students and grabs MC's arm, taking them home.

Once home, he holds them close, calming from the embrace.

Eventually explains the situation and why he was so angry.

He just wants to keep his Kitten safe and has no tolerance for those who try to hurt or take advantage of them.

Asmodeus:

"Oh Honey, no!"

One of the only Brothers to actually stop and explain in the moment what BDSM means and what those bad men plan to do.

When MC expresses worry and embarrassment from the situation, he holds them close and comforts them.

Sends a quick glare in the direction of the demons waiting for his Human before wrapping his arm around them and leading MC out of the school.

The two have a nice long, relaxing bubble bath together when they get back and he continues to remind them that they're okay and the situation was not their fault; it was those bad guys' fault.

The two go to Lucifer about it later that evening.

Beelzebub:

Knows the term, but his mind is blanking on it's actual meaning.

Knows it's a sexual thing though and has absolutely nothing to do with bibles.

Tells his Muffin this and makes sure they know that those other students likely do not have good intentions.

Being the gentle giant that he is, the Avatar of Gluttony simply takes the human away from there.

He's protective, but not aggressive. He'd only fight those demons if he had to; right now, he'd just rather get MC out of a bad situation.

The two stop and get food on the way home, his treat.

They report the incident to Lucifer before spending the rest of the day together; Beely just wants to make sure they feel okay after what almost happened.

Belphegor:

Like Satan, boy is immediately pissed.

Unlike Satan, Belphie already has a bad reputation.

There had been rumors going around about him since what happened during MC's first year and, though the other students didn't know anything concrete, they knew not to mess with him.

So as soon as the other demons saw MC talking with him, they ran before the human even explained to him about the bible bullshit.

With no one to around to fight now, the Avatar of Sloth just drags his Human home and forces them into Lucifer's study.

Tells the oldest about the situation and tells him to "Fix it. Now."

MC didn't realize the real situation they were in till that moment and now understood why Belphie was so mad.

They were quiet till the two of them left Lucifer's study.

"I'm sorry..." The human says softly.

The seventh brother huffs.

"I'm not mad at you, Butthead." He tells them. "I'm mad at them... and myself for letting you fall for such a trap."

The two cuddle up in the attic till dinner.

[utterlyinevitable]

Could you do a hc for how the LIs would react to them or mc being scouted by a model agency out of nowhere (like if a person came up to them while they were doing everyday things lol) sorry for the super long ask

Don’t be sorry! I adore long asks 💕

Ok so. My MC Becca would be skeptical af about someone trying to scout her. She’d think it’s one of those scams where you pay a bunch of money and only end up in a pennysaver catalog. Also because she doesn’t have “model” looks.

She’s tall for a girl, curvy but not enough to be considered plus-sized, her face isn’t symmetrical and she has tattoos.  

The male LIs are below! (i don’t romance jackie)

MC is Scouted by a Modelling Agency

Ethan

Ethan and MC are lounging on his couch one afternoon when she gets a long message on Pictagram.  

She normally doesn’t open messages from strangers but out of bored curiosity she opens it. 

It’s from an agent at Next Level Models. 

She audibly scoffs and shakes her head as she reads all the promises and reasons they’re reaching out to her. 

Her motions garner Ethan’s attention. 

“What’s that about?”   “Some modelling agency wants me,” she said nonchalantly.  

His brows furrowed, but she offered no more context.

“And?” he prompted.  “And they look legit.” “Is modelling something you’d be interested in doing?”  “Absolutely not.” 

After a beat she told him; “They also wanted to know if the older gentleman in most of my recent photos would be interested in a deal as well. So, obviously, they can’t be trusted.” 

They kissed and laughed and he told her she’s beautiful.   

Bryce

Bryce and MC were wandering around the mall waiting for Keiki to finish up and meet them at the designated meeting point.

They passed the atrium on their way to the food court when a woman in a suit and a clipboard stopped them; 

“Hi! Sorry for bothering you. Hope you’re having a lovely day.” “We are,” Bryce smiled. 

Normally Becca would keep on walking. Bryce was not one of those people. He’d chat with anyone about anything. 

The woman looked from the golden sunshine of a man and to the girl standing at his side; “I’ll make this quick; My name’s Annemarie and I’m a scout for Platinum Talent Agency and we’re looking for new models. You have warmth and look about you I think would go really far.” 

MC looked from the crazy lady to her boyfriend and back. 

“No, that’s not a thing I’m interested in. Sorry.”

“We offer very lucrative deals with a plethora of clients across various industries worldwide. You could always work for us part-time to start. Here, take my card in case you change your mind.” 

MC reluctantly took the thick rectangular piece of paper, “Thanks.”  

“Thank you for your time.” 

Bryce and MC continued on as if nothing happened. 

On the escalator he turned to her;  “Gonna call her?”  “Absolutely not.”  “Why? If you got it, flaunt it,” he winked. 

MC leaned in and gave him a quick kiss; “I’ll model for you anytime.”

Rafael 

Since his suspension Raf has been getting into other endeavors, trying to find something less dangerous to be passionate about. 

He has a real talent for photography. His landscape photos were doing well and he’s actually sold a few to some stock photo websites. 

When he started taking photos of MC and posting them to social media he received a lot of inquiries for gigs. 

One such enquiry was addressed to his “recurring subject”.

The next day he showed the message to MC; 

Dear Mr. Aveiro,  I am a junior agent at Next Level Talent. We really love your work and are interested in partnering with you on a series of work with your recurring subject. We have tried to reach out to @DrMC but have been unsuccessful. Below I’ve added a link to our credentials and how we can support you.  Looking forward to hearing from you regardless!

“Yeah I got that. They want me to come in and model for them after I pay a hefty retaining fee,” MC rolled her eyes. “No thank you! I don’t have time for this.” 

“You have time to pose for me for hours a week,” he pointed out. “That’s because I like you and don’t have to pay you.” 

Raf rose a brow and pulled her onto his lap. With hooded lids and a lick of his lips he relayed, “Think it’s about time I cash in my favors.” 

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[time-and-souvenir]

Dazzled is an Understatement Part II

Summary: Curious about what happened to Victor and MC’s after the end of the Dazzling Date? A continuation from Victor’s POV. Part 2/3 of Dazzled is an Understatement. 

FYI: Some NSFW, spoilers for chp 10 and beyond, spoilers for Dazzling Date and as always I chose a random name for MC.

Wordcount: 3053 words.

Notes: It’s crazy to me that some of you wanted more of this fanfic? Lol! Dazzled was supposed to be a one shot but I decided to write a second part to it to wrap it up. THEN I wrote this and decided, you know what? I’m making this into THREE parts 😂❤️Thanks to everyone who suggested this, liked, commented and reblogged the first part of Dazzled is an Understatement! & thank you for being SO PATIENT, reading and supporting my writing ♥️ Part 3 is coming soon! I hope you guys like it❤️

“Yes, yes. I know Goldman. I am aware of that,” Victor replied in annoyance as he sifted through the progress reports of several projects LFG had planned in the coming week. He had spent many hours writing up the perfect proposal for this new company he was about acquire, it was an offer they wouldn’t be able to refuse. Working together with Goldman everything was moving very smoothly, until the company somehow started to get cold feet. For reasons he didn’t understand, and he wasn’t happy about it; the company knew who he was and what his company did, what in the world possessed them to do this?

“We could rework the offer and add in another department they might like, sir. I’ve been looking over their assets again and it would be very lucrative---“

“No. The offer I gave them was plenty, we don’t bend to someone that is inferior to our company, especially a company we are trying to acquire Goldman,” Victor responded, irritation lacing his tone. The more he kept discussing things over with his assistant, the more heated his blood became and not in a good way. Goldman changed tactics and suggested another way LFG could make things work and the ravenette listened intently. He clicked on his email, looking over the different graphics, information on the company’s growth and some articles of the company’s achievements that Goldman sent him. It was a decent size, but with proper funding, patience and the guidance of LFG it would succeed. A new plan started to form in his head.

“Here is what I want you to do Goldman,” Victor leaned back in his chair and started to rattle off what he needed his subordinate to do. Ten minutes later as their phone call started to wrap up, he felt much more confident with what was discussed. The ravenette had always gotten what he wanted, one way or another and this small little company was next. He stood up and stretched slightly, keeping his phone tucked into his shoulder so he could continue to hear Goldman. He walked over to his home office window, the sun setting in the distance. He had been working from his penthouse for a couple of days now, work had become…somewhat distracting.

“I need you to finish up that proposal within the hour, type it up and bring it over with the other data that we’ve discussed. I’ll give you the final approval so you can take it to their office tomorrow,” Victor paused, shutting his laptop closed and turning towards the door of his office. It had gotten rather late and he needed to make dinner. “If that’s all, I’ll see you----"

“Uh actually, sir?”

“Yes?”

“Miss Juliette has been insistent on trying to schedule an appointment with you. She’s been calling me nonstop for the last three days, almost demanding to talk or see you,” Goldman trailed off, sounding nervous. The CEO paused in the doorway of his home office, his breath almost catching. He closed his eyes and a sigh escaped his lips.

“Do she happen to mention what was so urgent?” He asked as he left the room, heading towards his gourmet kitchen.

“She said she needed to speak to you about something important but did not elaborate beyond that. I am sorry, sir. What would you like me to do?” His assistant asked, he didn’t sound nervous anymore instead is tone was curious.

“Do as I said before, write up the proposal and bring me that data in one hour, Goldman. That is all,” Victor snapped and hung up the phone, he set the device down on his kitchen island and ran a hand down his face in annoyance. He had been dodging Juliette’s calls for almost five days now, five days since their date and the night they had kissed. He swore he could still feel the heat from her mouth on his own and the warmth of her skin as they slept together in her bed. His cock twitched at the thought of her wrapped around him, suddenly remembering how soft and wet her mouth felt.

Groaning, the black-haired male shook his head and walked around the kitchen island, going to one of his cabinets and opening it. He took out his favorite glass and went to fetch a bottle of wine, on a mission to pick out one of his most expensive ones. With the way he had been feeling, he might end up drinking the entire bottle. Victor had no idea why he felt this way, not only had Juliette been his long-lost childhood love, they had somehow found their way back to one another and their relationship was starting to blossom. There was no reason to feel down or disappointed by anything, he had finally found her, and everything was falling into place. Then why did feel so horrid about it? He grabbed a bottle of wine from his collection and went back to the kitchen island, searching for a wine opener from one of its drawers. He found what he needed and made quick work of the bottle before pouring himself a glass.

Juliette had made the first move between them, she had initiated and kissed him. The CEO had been so worried to do anything at first, there was a lot that had happened between them and the years they spent apart stacked between them as well. Everything had been exactly like he wanted with Juliette and more, but he didn’t want to ruin it by pushing her into a direction she didn’t want to go into or wasn’t ready for. His little idiot was a strong and stubborn woman, but he had seen the fear and questioning in her eyes sometimes when they were together, so he decided to be careful. Besides, they had all the time together in the world, his evol made sure of that. Closing his eyes, he downed the glass of wine and poured himself another. He was in complete and utter misery. One, he had missed Juliette desperately. He missed talking to her and frankly he also felt anxious not talking to her. Something he would never admit aloud, but it was something that hovered over him like a cloud. Two, how in the world could he face her after the dream he had? Yes, they had kissed and touched on their date and fell asleep together but having that type of dream while she slept next to him was so mortifying.

Victor took a sip of his dream, letting his thoughts consume him for a few moments. He had been so happy she had kissed him first, it gave him the permission he needed that she wanted that from him. It was still hard for him to do anything, let alone truly touch her because he was afraid something would go wrong. It was as if he thought of her as some expensive artwork and if he hadn’t locked up and put that artwork something horrible would happen. Somehow the artwork would be ruined, or someone would try and steal it; but Juliette wasn’t artwork, no she was the precious little girl he had been desperately searching for years and years. She was real and in front of him, but he was so afraid to touch her, so afraid she would disappear.

Sighing, he downed the rest of his and set the wine glass down. Two glasses should be enough for now, he still needed to eat. Shaking his head, he walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. He scanned the different shelves, trying to come up with something quick but fulfilling, it wasn’t too late but still. Something heavy wouldn’t do. Suddenly, the sound of his doorbell went off and he blinked looking up. Victor shut the fridge and grabbed his phone off the kitchen island, it hadn’t been thirty minutes yet and Goldman had already finished and arrived? And he had a key, why in the world wasn’t he using it? All of a sudden feeling a bit annoyed, the CEO left his kitchen and walked towards the entrance of his home.

Once he got there, he paused and opened up his phone bringing up the old proposal for tor company LFG was soon to acquire from earlier. He unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside. “Goldman, I appreciate your quickness, but why aren’t you using your key?” He spoke without looking up from his phone.

“Maybe because I’m not Goldman, Victor.” A sweet, but irritated feminine voice rang out in front of him. The ravenette started to feel his pulse race a bit and he looked up from his phone, trying to hide the shock from his face. Juliette stood before him, her arms across her chest as her foot tapped ever so slightly on the floor. She was so tiny in comparison to him, yet she looked like she was ready to take him down at any moment. Blinking, he shook his head and ushered her inside, thankfully she didn’t put up a fuss as she entered his home. He swiftly closed the door, the sound of the lock filling up his foyer.

“One moment.” Victor looked at her and tried not to stare, but she shrugged and turned her back to him, making her way into his main living place.

Trying to snap out of his shock, he shook his head and dialed Goldman’s phone number. “Finish the proposal, recheck the data and have everything ready to be discussed tomorrow. Tonight, is no longer available.” He spoke with absolution as he heard Goldman start to stutter in disbelief on the other line. Before his assistant could argue or say anything further, he hung up on him. Goldman had dealt with bigger issues before, he would be fine.

The CEO quickly followed Juliette into the living room, where he found her sitting on his couch waiting. She looked beautiful and lovely as always, even with the annoyance rolling out of  her in waves, nothing could stop how gorgeous she was to him. Victor couldn’t help but smile a bit at how she was acting, the woman before him looked like a very annoyed, fluffed up kitten. He sat down beside her, setting his phone on the coffee table before turning to her, giving the brunette his full attention.

“Why have you been avoiding me? My calls?” Juliette spoke angrily, a confused look into her chocolate colored eyes. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, it’s one thing to ignore me for work but…” She trailed off, her expression suddenly becoming vulnerable. “We had that wonderful date, I thought we had grown closer. I know you didn’t mean to spend the night on purpose, but I enjoyed waking up in your arms. I know you did too, so I don’t understand,” the producer shook her head back and forth before stopping to look at him again. “I don’t understand why you aren’t talking to me.” The irritation she had come to his home with vanished and a look of hurt crossed her face instead.

Gently, Victor reached out and cupped her face. Moving close to her, his fingers stroked her skin and his pulse quickened slightly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” He spoke softly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against his. Juliette sniffed and he felt her slender arms encircle his neck. His breath caught slightly, and he closed his eyes for a moment, only to open them to find her gaze focused on his own. Without thinking, the ravenette gently tilted her face up to his and pecked her lips against his. Juliette gasped against his mouth and he smiled in return. He angled his head slightly and kissed her once more, deepening it.

“Victor…” the brunette murmured his name and it was as if the spell that been cast on him broke. He pulled away from her, enough to look down at her face. His fingers still lingered on her cheeks and a look on confusion filled her now flushed face. He had to get better grip on himself and his thoughts, his annoying, tortuous lewd thoughts of her. They had just found one another one again and after seventeen years of searching for her, he still couldn’t believe he had finally found her and the little girl who had saved him all those years ago. He couldn’t risk ruining what they had because of his own carnal, selfish desires. Reluctantly he let go of her face and started to pull away only to find the front of his shirt being grabbed and pulled back toward her. He started to say her name but closed his mouth and repeatedly blinked several times at the look on her face. “I am not a doll or a piece of glass. I’m the woman you love.” Juliette pulled him so closed to her that their noses barely were inches apart. Her dark hues kept moving from his eyes to his mouth and something just snapped inside of him.

The CEO wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck, he felt himself shaking a little. “Is it so wrong that I want to cherish you Juliette?” He murmured into her skin, kissing the spot beneath her ear. He felt her hands move into his hair, her delicate fingers stroking through the strands. “Cherishing doesn’t mean keeping me at arm’s length or ignoring the fact that we want one another.” Juliette’s hands suddenly disappeared from his head and he felt a gentle nudge underneath his chin, he obliged her and looked at her. She kissed his nose and pressed her forehead against his own, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck. “I love you and I want you.” Victor fought the urge to stop and rewind time, but he also didn’t want to make Juliette have to wait any longer either. His little producer had gotten quite bold, maybe all his heavy teasing and business advice had finally gotten through to her.

“I have always loved you,” He murmured against her mouth before pressing a chase against her mouth and a small murmur was her response, her nails digging lightly into the back of his neck. Smiling Victor kissed her again, sliding his tongue past her lips and into her mouth to meet her tongue. His hands cradled and angled her face up to his as they kissed. Juliette sighed and moaned into his mouth as kept his lips against her own, his fingers stroking the sides of her face. Victor pulled away after what seemed like hours from her panting ever so slightly, his cock throbbing and beginning to harden as he stared at her flushed face and wide-eyed gaze.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” He asked as his hands left her cheeks and moved down her neck, his fingers tracing her body downward until they rested against her hips. The brunette stared up at him for a few moments not saying anything and he was about to say something when she dug her nails gently but with purpose into his neck.

“Some of it. Does it matter?” She asked holding his gaze and ignoring his hands moved and gripped the backs of her legs, he swore he saw her chest rise and fall faster at the movement.

“Hold on tight to me.” Victor replied and lifted her off the couch making sure that her legs wrapped around his torso. She made a small sound of distress, but he kissed her cheek and chuckled. “I’m not going to let you fall, Juliette.” She adjusted herself a bit against him and once she settled into his arms, she pulled out slightly and looked down at him. Her eyebrows rose when he didn’t move, he just stood there holding her.

“Are you sure you want---?”

“Victor,” She cut him off and one of her hands grabbed his chin and pulled his face closer to her own. Her chocolate orbs seemed ablaze with determination, the same gaze he had seem her do many times before either when presenting a report to him or eating one of his meals. He pecked her mouth and moved his hands from her hips to his ass, squeezing the delicate round. The earlier bravo she had had shown him all of a sudden faded and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. Smirking, he kissed her again making sure to press his middle especially hard between the spot of her legs. Her hands dug into his shoulders and she let out a low sound against his mouth. Pulling away, he kissed her nose and started to walk away from the couch and living room and moved towards the stairs. “Just wanted to make sure you know what you’re getting into.” Victor kissed her again, breaking apart only for a few moments to angle his face towards her. He reached the stairs and carefully went up them one by one, his fingers kneading and squeezing the brunette’s ass. Juliette kept letting low moans escape her mouth and into his own, her voice was getting louder with each passing moment and he wondered if she had even realized she was making a sound.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, the CEO carried her down the hallway and paused at his bedroom door. Victor broke away from her lips only to find himself pressing his forehead against her own. His dark hues looking into her own gaze as they looked at one another.

“When we go in there I’m not going to stop, so I need to know…” He paused, reaching up one of his hands and caressing the side of her face. “Are you sure?” His thumb traced her mouth before he leaned in and kissed her again. Pulling back his hand left her face and back down to her side, squeezing her there. His hands tangling in the fabric as he took a step forward, pausing in the doorway of his bedroom.

“I’m sure,” Juliette spoke her voice seemingly out of breath, and he smiled in response. Kissing her deeply once more, Victor moved them into his bedroom using his back foot to shut the door firmly behind them.

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A Love Like This

A/N: Hello! It’s been a while. I hope everyone is doing fine despite this ongoing pandemic. I’m here to post an excerpt from a fic I was planning to do about Ikemen Sengoku’s Oda Nobunaga and my MC, Shimizu. I have the plot finished but never got to writing most of it. I’ve done random chapters lol and I DON’T KNOW IF I’VE POSTED THIS ONE HERE OR NOT. IF I DID, PLEASE DISREGARD THIS ONE. XD This is a reincarnation AU btw.

Title of the fic: A Thousand Years Chapter Title: A Love Like This Pairing: Oda Nobunaga x MC (Shimizu, in this case)

“Oh, you’re back,” Ieyasu said flatly when he saw Shimizu enter the office the next morning. She was carrying three thick folders, which piqued the curiousity of the platinum-haired male.

Shimizu frowned in confusion at Ieyasu’s words. “I work here…?” she said, though it came out as a question. And why is Ieyasu in the production department this early?

“I thought you would’ve called it quits and resign after that tantrum you threw yesterday,” Ieyasu said, not one to really filter his words. He didn’t even bat an eye when Shimizu glared at him.

“I didn’t throw a tantrum!” she exclaimed indignantly. If you’d ask her, what she did was reasonable. After all, someone needed to teach that high and mighty Oda Nobunaga how to be humble and how to respect people, especially those of lower status than him. “If you don’t have any business with me, Ieyasu, can you go lecture someone else please? I’m actually super busy today.”

Ieyasu’s curiousity returned when Shimizu began to flip open one of the folders. The plan to actually lecture her was forgotten when he asked, “What are those by the way?”

“The company’s history,” Shimizu replied as she scanned the first few pages, noting how old the company was. “Mitsunari lent it to me. If I’m going to work here, I need to know and understand the company fully to be able to produce the best designs.” And what’s the best way to do it than to have a history crash course, right?

“You’re surprisingly diligent,” Ieyasu commented, expecting to get another rise from Shimizu at his words. However, he got concerned when she didn’t respond to him. Instead, she was as pale as a sheet as she stared at something on the folder. “Shimizu?”

“Ieyasu,” her voice was a bit shaky when she called his name, which got Ieyasu more concerned. What’s the matter now? “W-What is this?” she asked as she showed him the thing she was staring at earlier,

The platinum-haired male’s brows furrowed when a familiar face greeted him the moment Shimizu handed him the folder. “This is the Oda Group’s lucky charm, Bearsace. It’s been with the Oda family since his great great grandfather’s time and has brought countless fortune to them so it’s a treasured possession. You didn’t know that?”

Ieyasu’s tone was mocking, trying to finally get a proper reaction out of Shimizu but the woman wasn’t listening anymore. The name “Bearsace” triggered something in her mind – a scene – something that she doesn’t know what to make of.

It was her, standing in front of a man dressed up in the full regalia of Japan’s ancient warrior garb. She watched as the faceless man searched her purse, finally pulling out a fluffy white teddy bear. “What is this?” he asked, deep voice achingly familiar that it sent shivers down her core.

“That’s Bearsace. It’s a teddy bear. I designed it.”

“A teddy bear?” the man repeated the words that seemed to be foreign to him. He continued to stare at the stuffed toy, one hand brushing on its ear while the other took hold of its paw, moving it up and down.

“—izu!”

“Shimizu!”

“Huh!” Shimizu gasped when she finally felt Ieyasu shaking her lightly. Looking up, she was met by worried green eyes. “What—”

“Shimizu? Why are you crying?” a familiar voice that wasn’t Ieyasu’s suddenly asked, effectively cutting Shimizu off. She then felt calloused hands cup her cheeks, making her look up at the newcomer. “What’s wrong?” Nobunaga asked the moment their gazes met. His brows were furrowed and he was gazing at her with eyes filled with worry and something else that she couldn’t give a name to.

Despite being rough, Nobunaga’s hands were gentle and warm, and it made her tingly all over. Her eyes then widened when his words finally registered in her mind. “I… I wasn’t crying!” she exclaimed as she pushed away from him. Hastily wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she threw Ieyasu a glare when she heard the latter snort. “A dirt just entered my eye.” Nobunaga was looking at her skeptically so she racked her brains for anything that would take his attention away from her sudden crying. She doesn’t think she could explain to him why she cried when she didn’t even know the reason in the first place.

And what the hell was that random scenario? Was it real or was it just a result of her watching too many historical dramas?

“I didn’t know your family’s lucky charm is a teddy bear, Nobunaga,” she said out of desperation. The room fell silent at that before Ieyasu coughed loudly.

“I remember I have to meet Masamune for coffee today,” the platinum-haired male said before he turned to leave. “I’ll see you later, Nobunaga.” Then with that, he hastily made his escape.

Traitor! Shimizu glared at the door Ieyasu just exited, silently cursing the other man for leaving her alone with Nobunaga. She knew, after the first time they’ve met, that she should never be left alone with Nobunaga for the man makes her feel all sorts of contradictory emotions and it’s driving her crazy. “So—”

“This was given to my great great grandfather by his first love.” Hearing Nobunaga talk about love with that gentle expression in his usually cold eyes was something Shimizu never thought she’d see. “Bearsace was made by her.”

“They didn’t end up together?” Shimizu found herself asking, her eyes never leaving Nobunaga’s handsome face. She was practically savouring the gentle look she was seeing right now, carving it to memory.

“No.” The gentle look was still there but there was now a hint of sadness on Nobunaga’s face. Shimizu felt something tug at her chest at the sight. “Things happened and they had to part.”

The two of them went silent after that. Shimizu stared at the picture of the teddy bear once again, feeling something familiar with the stuffed toy. “He must have loved her so much then.”

“Definitely,” Nobunaga’s tone was unmistakably serious when he answered. Shimizu looked up at him again and her heart skipped a beat when she saw that he was staring at her intensely with those beautiful reddish-brown eyes of his. “She was his greatest love, and he vowed that he would find her again, even if it takes him a thousand years or more.”

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Hewwo can I ask for prompt 53. (Of the 200 prompt thing) “I’ve been calling you. I left voicemails - where were you?” with Asmo and a male mc?? 💖💖💖

A/N: I had to go find his goodbye in 19 and I did some of 20 again, I just want you to know I relived that hurt. I also just realized the bet that the drinking game was based around was unfair lol. That if you lost you told Asmo you loved him more than anyone in the world and if he won, he could kiss you over and over again to his heart's content. Which basically means if you lost you get kissed and tell him you love him. I’m a CERTIFIED Dumbass at this point guys.

 So I don’t think I really nailed the Male MC part, there are references to masculine figure but I don’t think it was made fully known, which I do apologize for. But none the less I hope you enjoy it! Slight NSFW

You arrived back home after a full year at Devildom, your place seemed too small and quiet now. The corners seem to now seep out loneliness and there was no bedroom for you to go to that would have company. You spent your first day back doing laundry and putting some of your things away, but as soon as you reach you DDD, your body seemed to freeze and just stare at it.

It seemed like your whole year at the House of Lamentation came back to you, going quickly at first but your goodbyes seemed to replay perfectly in time. Asmodeus’ goodbye was the hardest, a drinking contest that ended with him crying in your arms. The game was if you lost you had to tell him you loved him more than anyone in the world, but it didn’t end the way Asmodeus wanted it to.

Finally, you placed your DDD face down on your dresser before finding your way onto your bed. You laid with your face down in the pillow for a while. It wasn’t until the sleepover in the attic on your last night, when you made a revelation. You had always felt drawn to Asmodeus, something you chalked up to him being the Avatar of Lust, but over time it was because you love his laugh, his smile, his stories, and just spending time with him. Time with him involved a mix of all your favorite things as well as either a shopping trip or cuddle session and if you were lucky, both. But something happened during that attic sleepover, Asmodeus hand brushed against you back and gave you a smile, something he had done many times before. Though for some reason, your heart stuttered, and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. It was then in the attic on the last night in Devildom surrounded by his brothers, you realized you were in love with Asmodeus.

Soon your DDD vibrated and danced on your dresser and you simple rolled and glared at it. You let it ring, you were unwilling to move let along get up. Your room was filled with silence until the DDD chirped notifying you a voicemail was left. You left yourself mope a bit longer before dragging yourself out of bed to continue one with your night.

This became your routine for the next six days; you woke up in the morning to your DDD dancing across your desk and at the same time every night it would dance again. You were equal parts annoyed and impressed. Annoyed that your DDD kept going off and someone leaving a voicemail but also impressed the battery was lasting this long and that someone wanted to talk to you so badly. On the seventh day, you decided you needed to get out of your house for a bit. You grabbed a small bag and packed your keys, wallet, sketchbook, and some drawing pencils. You started at the DDD on your dresser and before you could stop yourself, you grabbed it as well as the charger before heading out to a small café near your house.

The café wasn’t like a Starbucks or the coffee shop in Devildom. It was a small business that had a library of books, a fireplace and while there were four tables near the front of the store, there were couches and armchairs scattered around the back. You grabbed your favorite hot drink before curling up on the couch closest to the fireplace. You watched the fire dance for a few moments then grabbed your sketchbook out of your bag. You flipped through the sketchbook; it was your Devildom sketchbook. You originally brought one with you, but you had quickly filled it and Asmodeus got you a new one with the condition you had to draw him. With a sigh, you flipped to a new page and stared at it. Waiting for inspiration to come, but only pictures of Asmodeus dancing in your head. You tried to shove it aside and started drawing the outline of a person. You sketched for a bit but as you finished the eyes and hair, it looked too much like him. You forced closed the sketchbook and put it away. Before looking around on the coffee tables and grabbing the first book that piped your interest.

The book started off well and quite interesting, but the story morphed to include an Avatar of Lust and how he fell in love with different humans over time, his current infatuation being a man. You slammed the book shut, it hit way to close to home and dropped your head down.

“You know Satan would be quite upset if he saw how you treated that book,” you flinched at the sound of the voice. You knew who it was, and you didn’t want it to be true, you figured it had to be your imagination.

“Asmodeus” you whispered as if his name was a prayer, slowly raising your head and made eye contact with the beautiful demon in front of you. You let your eyes linger and then trace over his face, not fully convinced he was real.

“I left voicemails- Where were you?” He asked looking hurt and it was a simple and honest question. Instead of an answer, you grabbed your DDD out of your pocket and that’s when you say you had 13 voicemails, two a day for the last six and a half days. Clicking on the voicemail button you saw all the voicemails were from Asmodeus.

Asmodeus watched as you pulled out your DDD and check it, that’s when he realized you hadn’t even been looking at your messages since you left. When you looked back at him, he wore the hurt clear as day, his eyes seemed to be glossy and ready to cry.

“Come spend the day with me, MC, please?” Asmodeus asked, his voice was clearly hurt but was looking at you hopefully. You nodded and got up, packing up all your things before letting him lead you out of the café. You didn’t expect him to open a portal to Devildom, but shooting him a questioning look, you entered without a second thought. You ended up at the coffee shop in Devildom, you held the door open for Asmodeus.

“Always such a gentleman,” He said as he reached up to stroke your cheek as you entered.

You went up to order more looking at Asmodeus who did seem to move to add to your order. You hesitated but add a black coffee of Melancholy and a wicked cupcake. Asmodeus flashed you a smile that didn’t match his eyes.

“So…,” you started as you both down with your respective orders.

“I left voicemails- Where were you?” Asmodeus asked you again, looking deeply in your eyes, as if he was trying to see your soul.

You couldn’t help the panic that seemed to run through your body, how do tell the Avatar of Lust that you feel more than Lust for him.

“Not here, Asmodeus. Behind closed doors, I’ll tell you whatever you want,” you finally replied, and you meant the last part. He could have whatever he wanted from you behind closed doors.

“I’m holding you to that,” Asmodeus replied looking hard at you before taking a sip of his coffee.

It took a few minutes, but you both were able to launch into more relaxed and playful conversations. Just like how you were before you left, which made your heart stutter when you noticed that. Soon enough, he was escorting you back to the House of Lamentation. You were greeted by the rest of the brothers, who were then all fighting for your attention and to catch up with you after only a week of being gone. In passing, Satan mentioned how pouty and sad Asmodeus had been without you and the pangs of guilt tugged at your heart.

It was dark and Lucifer recommended you stay in Devildom for the night and you could return to the Human Realm tomorrow. You looked at Asmodeus in a silent question, asking if you could spend the night in his room. One by one the brothers started to retire to their rooms for the night, you and Asmodeus walked back to his room and got prepared for bed in silence.

Both of you got into bed and you naturally ended up on Asmodeus’s chest and him holding you close.

“They say third time is the charm,” Asmodeus started looking down at you.

“I left voicemails- Where were you?” His eyes were filled with so many emotions and he gently brushed your bangs out of your face and let his fingers linger on your face.

Your heart stutter, you knew the question was coming before you even retired for the night but knowing you must answer it now, you were at a loss for words.

“Asmodeus, what would you do if you fell in love?” It was the best way you could figure you could start to answer his question. He cocked his head at you and started at you intently.

“And what would you do if you fell in love with a Demon and you were a human?” you felt your heart racing, wondering if Asmodeus could feel your heart.

“And what if the Demon was one of the most powerful Demons in Devildom?” you couldn’t stop yourself at this point, you felt that you were shaking against him, but the questions kept coming.

“And what if this Demon was the Avatar of Lust?” By this point, you were shaking but you looked up at Asmodeus to see his reaction. His eye widened and filled with surprise, but lust seemed to be swirled in as well.

“That doesn’t really answer my question though,” Asmodeus slowly, holding you a little tighter to himself.

“I missed you, I didn’t realize I had feelings for you until the night in the attic,” you snuggled closer to Asmodeus and you could have sworn you felt his heart stutter.

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Asmodeus sounded desperate to understand and desperate to continue to hold you closer to him.

“Humans don’t tend to make sense Asmodeus. I got worried and scared. So, I ran and hid from my emotions instead of facing them head-on,” You picked up your head and looked him in the eyes, your eyes dropped to glance at his lips before looking back in his eyes.

Asmodeus moved slowly but granted you your wish of kissing him. It was slow and tender, you tried to put in all the words you didn’t say. When you broke apart, you both were breathless.

“I have been thinking about that since you kissed me after our drinking competition,” Asmodeus said once he caught his breath. You shifted closer to him, wanting to drink in his warmth and craved for more of his touch. Thankfully, Asmodeus could read these signals clearly and recaptured your lips into another kiss. 

This time there was more desperation and heat in this kiss. You allowed your hands roam his body, pulling at his offending clothing and let your hands wander back up to tug at his hair. Asmodeus seemed quite pleased at how this situation was playing out.  Asmodeus’ hand wandering your body too and he seemed to hum whenever you made a noise. He would soon roll and straddle you, kissing and nipping at your neck before pulling back.

“What do you say we continue?”

“Please,” you arched your back slightly towards him, “Asmodeus, I love you more than anyone in the world,”. Though it didn’t seem possible, Asmodeus dilated more and he crashed your lips back together.

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Detective AU - Muriel x MC

So, because of the overwhelming support and enthusiasm found here, I bring to you the first chapter of the 40s Noir AU. I’m tagging everyone who said something (please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged). If you’d like to be tagged in the updates, please let me know and I’ll put you on my list!

I’ll be posting a masterlist of this series a few chapters down the line, and tagging all of them “detective au” followed by the character’s name. Clearly, I’m starting with Muriel, lol. 

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Chapter One: If I Didn’t Care

The neon sign lights up the alleyway, bringing light to the otherwise nondescript gap between buildings.

The neon lights were a pretty purple, a tiny speck aiding in lighting Vesuvia, and curled to read “Private Detective”, and just below it a separate sign advertising, “Tarot Readings” in a dark blue. Overall, it was pretty shady, and no one should want to go there willingly, as private detectives were a dime a dozen, but private detectives who also read tarot were as rare as they were dubious.

The office was tucked on the first floor of an apartment complex and alongside a building that doubled as a laundromat and a Chinese restaurant, and could be completely overlooked if you weren’t looking for it. Their office itself consisted solely of a pair of desks, each completed with a desk chair, an abundance of filing cabinets, too many ashtrays, a long stick for the resident snake to slither on, and a bohemian tapestry separating the detectives’ office from where tarot was read. Overall, it was much more inviting than initially anticipated, regardless of how decrepit the building itself was.

The Apprentice was tired - of the office, of Asra, of the damn headaches. Balancing her bag, a box of Asra’s favorite doughnuts, her keys, and a handful of files, she manages to pry the lid off her meds, downing a few pills without bothering to complain about not having any water to make the trip easier. She sighs, pausing only to look at the tacky neon lights, hoping that Asra might have lured even a singular customer in. The bitter taste in her mouth is only partly caused by the pills.

She manages to open the door with her free hand and catch it with her foot, all while balancing the monument of stuff in her hands. She sighs yet again when she sees Asra asleep behind his desk, head in his arms. She tosses her keys on his desk, effectively waking him with a start.

“I’m assuming no customers?” She scratches the back of Faust’s head, and the snake yawns, keening into her touch.

He runs a hand through his floofy bedhead, smiling fondly at his friend and coworker, “You’d assume correctly.”

She huffs out a laugh, though she was definitely far from amused by the fact that they were nearly financially destitute. She sets the box of doughnuts on his desk, patting it twice with her files, “A thank you would be appreciated.”

Asra gives a mock bow, “Many thanks, my dearest colleague.” He yawns, long and wide and she wonders when the last time he actually laid down to sleep was.

“Go get some sleep, Asra.” She sets her things down on her desk, her files teetering until they sprawl across the surface, only adding to the chaos. She just tosses her bag on top of it all, holding back a scream when it opens and the files inside flying.

Asra looks a little sympathetic, at least, “Can’t.” He glances at his wristwatch, and then sets into high gear, flitting around the room like a hummingbird, “I’ve a train to catch in twenty minutes.”

She furrows her brow, effectively confused as hell, “A train? Where are you going?”

“Nevivon.” He lets Faust slither around his shoulders, and then pulls his overcoat on, “I’ve some business to handle there.”

She only grows more confused, “Business? Business that puts money in our pockets or business that consists of you leaving me here for weeks on end?”

Again, he only looks a little sympathetic, and she’s unsure if that’s because he was hiding how bad he felt or if he was trying to emulate sympathy, “I’ll be back within the week.” She’d heard that promise before.

She sighs - realizing then that she’d been doing that a lot lately - and faces him, “You could have least told me sooner.”

Asra puts on that stupid smirk and even stupider hat, “Next time.”

And with that, he disappears onto the streets of Vesuvia, leaving her with a radio and closed cases.

She flicks the radio on, scanning until music came through and not those shows Asra listened to, and cursed under her breath when she realized that Asra took all the damn doughnuts.

If I didn't care more than words can say

If I didn't care, would I feel this way?

If this isn't love then why do I thrill?

And what makes my head go 'round and 'round

While my heart stands still?

She sighs, all but throwing herself in Asra’s chair and burying her face in her arms, willing her headache to cease and desist and for her wallet to overflow with riches.

It was an unlikely outcome, but certainly welcome at this point in her life.

She knows that she ought to get back to work, especially now that Asra and Faust have left for an indiscernible amount of time, but her head aches and she’s hungry as hell, and if Asra didn’t have to do any work, neither did she.

She wished that were true. She wished there was no work to be done and everything was easy, but, sadly, that wasn’t the case.

She yawns, and sets to gather the papers that had gone flying moments before, wishing she could just get lost in the music.

If I didn't care, would it be the same?

Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?

And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?

Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?

She hums along with the popular tune, pretending like she remembered all the words and though she doesn’t get lost in the music, it’s a pleasant distraction from just how dire her situation was. All the papers find their place back in her bag, and the radio crackles a moment. She’s terrified she’s about to lose the music, but before she can throw herself across the room to fix it, the problem gone.

She’d like to say that a cold case catches her eye, or maybe she found some cash tucked away in a pocket of her bag that she just happened to forget, but Lady Luck hadn’t blessed her that much, and thus, she was stuck in her dead end job, in a hole in the wall, with no money, no doughnuts, and little more than the clothes on her back and a radio that was on its last legs.

Things had been different before the war - hell, the war had been their peak income. People had been desperate to find their missing loved ones, or to know what their future held in store.

She gathers the last of the files, tossing the majority of them back in her bag and thumbs through a few pages of things that were most certainly not relevant to her work.

Nothing was relevant to her work anymore, and she scoffs, setting all the paper down in another undignified heap. She retrieves the newspaper from her bag, and begins her search for the wanted section. Regardless of how much she liked working with Asra, there was no possible way they could keep this up.

She circles a receptionist position, and sighs once more at the overwhelming amount of “male” positions, knowing full well there was no way she’d stand a chance against even the most incompetent man on the face of the planet.

She wanted to scream, or cry, or maybe just fall asleep for a little while, but all three seemed to be escaping her as of late.

If I didn't care, honey child, more than words can say

If I didn't care, baby, would I feel this way?

Darlin', if this isn’t love, then why do I thrill so much?

And what is it that makes my head go 'round and 'round

While my heart just stands still so much?

Someone knocks on the door, two little raps that she barely heard, and she’s almost excited for the first time in a long, long while. But, the more rational side of her takes its turn before she can read too far into it.

It was probably just Asra, holding too many things at once, and only just forgetting something he needed for his big trip. She wished it were a customer, someone who might be willing to give her enough money to buy food this month, but she was too much of a realist to expect it.

She sets the paper down and pulls the door open without bothering to greet Asra, and she’s more surprised than she ought to be to find that the person on the other side of the door was not, in fact, her boss, but rather a close friend of his.

“Muriel.” She says simply, obviously put off by the fact he was there at all. Her eyes rake over him, and she knows she ought to move out of the way so he could come in, but the initial shock of his visit still hadn’t worn off. “What’re you doing here?”

He furrows his brow at that, hands tucked in his front pockets - she notes just how massive his hands were, considering - and she worries she’s said the wrong thing already, “Is Asra in?”

She finds her train of thought, shaking her head, “No, sorry, you just missed him.” A beat of awkward silence passes, “He’d headed to Nevivon on a...surprise trip. I don’t know how long.” Something resembling pity crosses Muriel’s features, for only a moment, “Would you like to come in?”

He glances over his shoulder, and she worries that someone might be following him...and then she remembers that he’s nearly seven feet tall and could crush her head like a grape if he so pleased. No one could truly be stupid enough to mess with him.

“Come in.” She presses, stepping aside, “I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”

He purses his lips but doesn’t protest, bending down so he could fit inside the doorway. He stands awkwardly against the filing cabinets, clearly trying to make himself as small as possible.

“So…” She sets to work, trying to fill the silence a little less awkwardly than the radio was doing, “Why’re you looking for Asra?”

She knew Muriel, though certainly not as well as Asra knew him. They’d always been civil, but their conversations consisted solely of awkward pleasantries. He’d come all this way, though, and she was determined to help him if she could.

He ignores her question, though, and asks, “Do you know why he’s going to Nevivon?”

She shakes her head, leaning against her desk as the coffee brews, “He mentioned something about being back within the week, but you know how he is.” A week long trip could turn into two weeks, and two would turn into four, and before she knew it, she was left alone for two months.

Muriel huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, “Dammit.”

She runs a hand over her scalp, mirroring his sentiments, and decides to make small talk rather than pushing him any further, “Are you still working at the Rowdy Raven?”

He nods after a moment’s hesitation, obviously put off by the fact she was trying to talk to him, “Yeah.” She turns back around to pour their coffee.

“How do you like your coffee?” She asks, pouring her own cup first.

He hesitates just a moment too long, before he finally answers, “Oh, uh...black’s fine.”

She hands him his mug, and he thanks her with a short nod. She sits on Asra’s desk, picking up a figurine she knocked over, “So...how have things been? How are you?”

He eyes her suspiciously, taking a sip of his coffee in spite of the fact it certainly wasn’t at a consumable temperature yet. “Fine.”

She arches a playful brow, blowing into her mug, “We’re trapped in social etiquette, so unless you’re comfortable with this uncomfortable chatter, I suggest we ask one another a few more questions.” His eyes dart to the door like he’s considering bolting, so she’s quick to say, “You don’t have to if you don’t want.”

He looks confused and his face is marred by a scowl, but asks, “What sort of things?”

She genuinely seems to ponder what question to ask him before settling on, “What’s your favorite color?”

“What.” He asks, in spite of the fact it definitely didn’t sound like a question.

The right corner of her mouth quirks up in a smile, “Your favorite color. What is it?” She traces a finger around the rim of her mug.

Almost immediately, he answers, “I don’t...have one.” He purses his lips, swirling his mug.

She nearly chokes on the scalding coffee, “What? Everyone has a favorite color!”

He rolls his eyes, “Well I don’t!” He takes a large gulp of his coffee, trying to hide how embarrassed he was.

They sit in tense silence for a moment, the air between them palpable as they drink their coffee before he looks back at her, chewing on his bottom lip. He swallows and says, “Green is ok.”

She smiles, bright and genuine, in spite of the headache pounding behind her eyes and around the back of her head, “Green is a good color.”

“Whatever.” He’s blushing a thousand shades of red, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck. “...What’s yours?”

Whether or not she genuinely cared about the color in that moment, she knew that the pretty shade of red running across his face was enough to convince her to say, “Red.”

[shepherds-of-haven]

Hey, love your writing! I also love cheese, so here goes: How would the ROs react to a frightened MC waking them up in the middle of the night after having had a pretty bad nightmare? (Couple stage, so sleeping next to each other) (If answering for all ROs is too much work, I'm mostly curious about the male ones)

Aw, thank you so much! Blade would immediately pull the MC close and hold her and kiss her until she calmed down. He’d provide that sort of silent, strong comfort and let her talk about her nightmare while still refusing to let go of her; then he’d tell her he’d stay awake so he could wake her up if she had another nightmare and let her fall asleep listening to his heartbeat!Trouble would immediately turn on the lights to help MC feel better and probably bring them a glass of water or tea or something. Afterwards he’d listen to them talk about the nightmare, then suggest a fun way to stay up for the rest of the night if they were too freaked out to go back to sleep!Tallys would spoon the MC and stroke their back/hair until they were feeling better. Then she’d tell them a story or sing a song to distract them from the nightmare until they got sleepy!

Shery would help MC do what she does when she has nightmares: burrito themselves up into a blanket, drink a cup of hot chocolate, and think/talk aloud about pleasant things until they forgot about the nightmare!

Riel would talk the MC through the nightmare and help him confront their fears: “you dreamt of this because you’re really afraid of X, but why should you be, because Y…” If that didn’t help he’d rouse the whole households (servants and all), turn on all the lights, and just start their day very early and have breakfast in bed or something lol.

Chase would pull the MC close and talk to them soothingly, peppering their face with kisses until they stopped shaking. He’d tell them that everything was all right and that he was there, keeping them safe, until they felt comfortable enough to drift off to sleep again.

Red would probably get up and make MC a potion or draught to help them have a dreamless sleep again! Afterwards, though, he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep and would just lay there, worrying about them and watching their sleeping face. 

Ayla would flip on the lights after waking MC up and do something silly to make them laugh, like make shadow puppets on the walls or tell them to scream obscenities at their nightmare. They’d either just stay up and talk all night or she’d hold the MC’s hand until they fell asleep again.

Lavinet would be all groggy and fuzzy upon being woken up so rudely, but she’d get up to bring the MC a midnight snack before having him lay his head in her lap so she could listen to him talk it out. Whether or not she’d be able to keep from nodding off first, though, is up for debate lol. She’d be more useful in the morning after a shower and some coffee! 

[the-writerly-night-owl]

Continuing a Legacy

Book: Desire and Decorum

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x MC (Clara Mills

Summary: Ernest shows her his mother’s office and she learns more about her mother in law and husband.

Authors Note: this story does get pretty heated lol (no smut). Also this is a slight preview for something else I’m working on. I think I got enough different backgrounds for characters. Enjoy!

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Ernest Sinclaire nodded at the driver for getting his mail for him as he was thankful the package arrived today. Perfect timing, he thought, as he went to find Clara. It was hard to believe that they were married for a week now already. They had come a long way from arranging the seats to keep her far away from any eligible male at his first party. Now they were married and maybe even a child on the way…

He grew pink at thinking that before shaking his head. Children would come soon enough as they should enjoy the time they had together.

“Ernest,” said Clara she saw him in the foyer as she kissed his cheek. “I was looking for you, Nancy told me that you wanted to see me.”

“Well Nancy is right,” he said with a small grin. Miss Nancy Wright was his governess so long ago and she helped his steward with household affairs. “I have something to show you and a present.”

He could only watch as Clara’s eyes lite up as she saw the package in his hand. She clapped her hands as batted her eyelashes up at him as if she could give it to him now. Instead he gently looped his arm through her elbow as he steered her toward the steps.

She pouted before heading up the steps of Ledford Park. Clara couldn’t help but get a little gitty, it was so nice here, and sometimes she preferred Ledford to Edgewater.

Finally, they stopped in front of a nondescript door that was at the far end of the hall. Curious, she watched as Ernest pulled out a key from his breast pocket. Then he proceeded to open the door. Together the two walked into the room.

Clara couldn’t help but feel a little confused as this was just an office. It had floral wallpaper, a window overlooking the front yard, a large bookshelf, and an impressive wooden desk.

“This was my mother’s boudoir,” said Ernest his voice just above a hush. “I remember her doing all her business in here and playing on the floor while she worked. Sometimes she’d entertain her friends or family. I figured it’d be your turn to use the room yourself.”

“Ernest this is really sweet, thank you,” she said as she pulled him in for a hug as she gently kissed his lips. “What does your mother’s boudoir have to do with your present though?”

Wordlessly with a grin still on his face he handed her the present. He hoped that she would be willing to be apart of Ledford’s legacy with the gift. Eagerly Clara ripped off the packaging as the brown paper fell to the ground.

Her hand ran across a beautiful bound book as she smiled as her finger traced across her name embossed on the cover: Clara Sinclaire. She opened to the first page to find that the pages were blank.

“My mother, my grandmother, even my great great grandmother kept diaries. They were passed on sharing wisdom from mistress to mistress. Sometimes it was advice and other times it was their thoughts. I was never allowed to read them but I figured that it was your turn to do the same.”

At this Clara was touched as she put the book down on the desk. That was such a brilliant idea as she hugged him once more. It was an honor to be apart of that and help build up the legacy. Perhaps in another one hundred, two hundred years, people will be reading her words. Her story.

“That is a brilliant idea, I love it Ernest and I’d be happy to be apart of that,” she said as she kissed him once again before whispering, “I fall more in love with you each day.”

Ernest pressed his lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she sat on the edge of the desk.

“Clara,” he said moaning into her skin as she he arched her back into him. “I love you.”

His knuckles grazed her cheek as pure adoration filled his eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he felt his blood pressure rise as he released in her as Clara was panting next to him. He wrapped his arms around her as he felt his nerves on fire. His fingers traced along her jaw line and then down to collarbone as she moaned once more.

“Ernest,” she said her gaze flirted along the wall. “Before we go any farther, I’d love it if I could read one of these books. Maybe you could see your mother’s handwriting again.”

“Clara are you sure?” he asked as she went over to read the spines. He really wasn’t allowed to read them for fear of what might be said.

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia, she thought as her eyes gazed over the shelf for his mother. She didn’t realize that her name was on the spine of her book too. It was the third shelf did she pull off the old tome and back to the desk.

She took in a breath as she showed the first page to Ernest as she read aloud the words on the page.

Hello future readers, it’s great to see that you took an interest in my words and thoughts. As you may know I am here to share my advice and my story as mistress of Ledford Park a tradition started from my husband’s grandmother. My name is Lydia Sinclaire (nee Andrews) and I am the daughter of Henry Andrews and Charlotte Bennet. My father is a solider and he went to fight the American’s years ago, leaving me and mama with the shop.  I believe he is dead but his spirit still lives within me. My mother and I make money by sewing for the militia and local men in the meantime. My husband Thomas Sinclaire and I met on his tour of the local properties he owned.

Clara flipped to another page as she was curious to know if she said anything about Ernest in this book.

Raising children is not easy, lovely reader I must tell you to please not cut your sons hair too short. Ernest was banging on the floor throwing a tantrum that he hated his hair cut so short. His outburst did surprise me but I couldn’t help but laugh. His hair is incredibly short however, I don’t think we’ll be using that barber again.

“I still don’t like getting my hair cut after that,” said Ernest quietly.

Clara giggled as she did a mock gasp. “I did not know that. See there’s still stuff I’m learning about you.” She bumped up against him as she had a smile on her face.

“I didn’t know any of that,” said Ernest as his fingers lingered on the dry ink. “I never really asked her about her past before.  I know her father was a wealthy merchant that owned a shop. I guess they stopped running it when they married. It’s good to see her writing again, it’s like I hear her in my head. Thank you for letting me read the first page and for the memory even if it wasn’t a good one.”

“It’s not a problem sweetheart,” she said kissing him softly. Her hands lingered on his jacket as she grinned at him. “Should we go and finish what we started?”

Ernest kissed her as he picked her up bridal style before heading toward their room. As per usual Clara enjoyed herself way more then she should. Her grandmother and Henrietta would blush at the things that they did and how often.

After a wild romp herself and dinner did Clara find herself back in the boudoir. She glanced around the room as she sought out the books first. There were over a dozen from the first writer as it eventually petered down to three or four books. They probably had so much words of wisdom that they could teach her. Not just about Ledford but things she could apply to Edgewater.

Then she glanced out the window at the starry sky as she smiled. This was technically a nice study area as she sat down at the desk. She lite another candle as Clara got together her writing supplies as she remembered what Lydia had written. Finally composing the first entry in the journal Ernest had given her.

Good afternoon, morning, night, or whenever you may be reading this. Thank you for taking time to read my writing and what advice that I must give to you. The next mistress of Ledford will be my son’s wife, I trust that you will take care of him and love him just as much as I do. I am not with child yet, but I hope to be soon. I always wanted a big family and I think Ernest would love a few sons.

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Clara Sinclaire (nee Mills) and I am fifteen years old – I only jest – I am really twenty. I will take the first few pages of my journal to introduce myself and then clear up all the misunderstanding that has surrounded me for nearly a year now. I hope the next mistress reading this will understand the truth and what I have gone through. To start I will let you know that my father was the Earl of Edgewater, Vincent. My mother an opera singer, Mary Mills...

And she continued to write until she had told her story with finding love with Ernest, her friends, even the Duke with everything that happened. Clara grinned down at her words before putting it next to the final book Lydia had written. Her story didn’t fill up every page as she couldn’t wait to fill the rest of those pages with Ernest and their children. She might even need another book.