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detectivemarvelingcomics · 4 years ago

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Could you do some hcs for dating the teen titans?

Yes I can!! I just got HBO Max so I’ve been binging both the animated and the live action series haha 😂 Thank you so much for being my first request!

Also I’m guessing you’re referring to the original teen titans, so if you want the new teen titans just shoot me another request!

Dating the Teen Titans Would Include...

No Specified AU

TW: Language

Genre: Fluff

[DC Masterlist]

Word Count: 2.0K (About 0.2K per Titan)

Dick Grayson

You must have an insane amount of patience, truly, to be able to date Dick Grayson

If the joke book he probably carries around isn’t enough, I would’ve been certain that the ego would drive you away but nope you’re still here

And that’s how you both knew that it was true fucking love you’re both inseparable and the Titans know it.

To put things simply... he loves you and the Titans fear you.

While you’re both somewhat easygoing and hospitable, one would do well not to piss off one or the other because you both come as a package deal and you can kick ass when necessary you just choose not to embarrass Dick like that because you could totally outmatch him.

Don’t ask him that though he’d insist that he’d win.

Best not bring up the first time you met or else the Titans would never let him live it down

But in all seriousness, I see the relationship as rather lighthearted and enjoyable, maybe a bit spontaneous too. Want to go to the beach? Done. Want to kick some ass in Gotham? For sure. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Not to mention that the Titans rather look up to you, which is a definite plus. Not just anyone can date the Dick Grayson.

Wally West

As opposed to popular opinion... I’d think that this is a rather slow relationship.

Speedsters are more than just familiar with how life just flashes by so I think Wally would like to enjoy the relationship at a slower pace, he wants it to last as long as possible.

With that said, you’re both menaces. His speed combined with your cleverness? No one is safe and the Titans know it.

The best moment of your relationship, although this is debatable, was when you and Wally successfully turned the Titan tower into an all-out prank minefield. Trash cans were covered with plastic, buckets of water places on doorways, even wardrobes were switched.

And all done in ten seconds, impressive. Nothing quite like starting a war in the Tower then grabbing burgers after, right?

Kind of cheesy but I can see you both having frequent movie nights that differ in genre according to month. You both probably rotate on who chooses the movie too.

Overall I think you both have a lot of fun together, if I were to compare the “vibes” to something, I would say a summer relationship (that obviously lasts longer than just a summer) where everything is just living life as it goes

Nah because like I said before you guys don’t want to rush things, and you’re always there to remind Wally to just slow down every now and then.

I should probably mention that this is a competitive relationship too, before I go, not everything’s a competition but everything’s a competition, you know? It’s a shame that the Titans often get caught in the cross fire though-

Donna Troy

Oh this one’s fun. Donna’s new to this whole “rest of the world” stuff but luckily she has a wonderful partner who’s willing to teach her everything.

A lot of the relationship consists of you explaining things, but it’s kind of endearing despite Donna’s headstrong attitude towards anything

But Donna is also the kind to be open to learning new things, and you’re open to trying new things. It works like clockwork, you’re both young and willing.

Now these “things” can range from baking cookies to extreme mountain climbing so be prepared for anything in this relationship.

Overall I think the Titans see you both as a really cute relationship, one that anyone could be slightly envious of and one that they’re glad that exists

But despite this loving relationship I think you’d both be absolute machines in a battle, I think one thing that is important to Donna is ultimately respect for each other’s abilities, having grown up on Themyscira and all, and maybe that one battle where you absolutely demolished the enemy was when she really caught interest.

Or not. It could’ve also been when you mistakenly ran into one of the glass walls in the tower and she developed a crush over you while you mumbled a series of curses.

This relationship is strongly built on loyalty, so I think you both would be describes as a pair of ride-or-dies who typically tend to lean towards the latter, especially when trying the more extreme things that Donna asked you about.

But overall I think it’s a really sweet relationship with few bumps, they’re still there but I mean that you’re both good at working through them.

Victor Stone

I feel like this relationship is very classical high school romance, you know?

Like walking to class together, holding each other’s books, stuff like that.

But on the other hand I feel like you’re both a very fun couple to be around, like you know how when you’re with some couples it feels like you’re third wheeling? Not these two. You feel like you’re part of the crew

You guys probably switch between fun couple and parent couple every now and then, I can see the Titans relying on both of you a lot for different things.

You and Victor are definitely the type to play games to determine who buys food, like things as simple as rock-paper-scissors to things as complicated as 8-Ball, and so far you’ve been winning at a ratio of 3:1.

Definitely a very trusting relationship, I feel like you both reach that comfortable stage faster than most, but it feels right, you know? I think you’d both understand that relationships go both ways.

There are probably times where you’re both in a teasing mode too, I think, but they’re mostly light hearted pranks, definitely not anything in the realm of what Wally would do

I kinda want to say that you’re a very active couple in that you both like to go to the gym together and idk take hikes together but at the same time I also want to say that you’re both inclined to stay home and play video games so I guess it’s like a 50/50

I can also see Victor being the type to do small acts of generosity as opposed to like buying gifts to show his appreciation for you, like I feel like he’s more inclined to help you with small tasks when he knows you need it, you know? Overall very cute, hehe

Raven (Rachel Roth)

Now this one’s interesting, you and Raven are certainly an interesting duo, but the most interesting thing would likely be how you met. Let’s say it involved a blood sacrifice, a bat, and a very old bicycle.

No you weren’t trying to summon her someone else was you just ended up being at the wrong place at the wrong time anyway moving on

You’re both the perfect example of opposites attract for more reasons than just one.

But what makes it better is that you’re always open and willing to learn and understand many of the things that Raven does and she appreciates it a lot

It goes both ways also! She’s always willing to do whatever you ask her to and you both end up having at least some fun even if it happens to be something she isn’t used to.

Random, but I think a favorite pass time for both of you is simply sitting in her room and reading books, weird, I know, but like there’s something inherently romantic about either of you excitedly showing the other a certain passage you both enjoyed or telling them about your book, it’s just so sweet.

She definitely has a personal bias towards you, obviously, Garfield can say a joke and she’d stare at him with a straight face but you could say the exact same joke probably right after him and she would crack a smile and she probably does that on purpose but it still feels nice

You also may or may not have caught on to her incantations and now you may or may not be able to perform these spells but you haven’t tried because you wouldn’t know how to but it’s just telling of how much time you spent together.

I only mention this because there was an event in which you corrected her incantation and suddenly hell fire appeared which she had to figure out how to get rid of and since then you both mutually agreed to both (a) not tell the Titans and (b) not say incantations out loud

Koriand’r (Starfire)

STOP YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE anyway you’re definitely both kinds to see beauty in everything

Maybe this relationship is rather dangerous considering you’re both curious people and Kori happens to be able to shoot lasers out of her eyes so maybe you should both be just a little more careful

You’re both probably very doting on both each other and the rest of the Titans and although you’re both well intentioned it has become a case of “oh no there’s two of them” but in like a teasing way

I feel like Kori is very open to sharing a lot of aspects about her culture with you, and you have always found Tamaran culture to be beautiful so it fits

Likewise you share a lot of things about your culture too and you both bond over finding ways to combine them together to make a nice fusion of understandings and it’s all a sweet combination

See a big thing about this relationship if that you both put your everything into it, it is an equal push and equal pull kind of thing where you both love each other with everything that you have and it creates this unbreakable bond that even non-supers have come to acknowledge

Though this also results in the both of you frequently being in your own world even when others are around and that’s something you both promised to fix but yeah...

It’s coming around, don’t worry. You’re both making active efforts but sometimes it just slips your mind and whoops

Now this should go without saying but this trust often leads to powerful combinations when in missions, you’re both fiercely loyal to each other and this often plays in overall favor so all is well

Garfield Logan

This is a fun relationship, definitely, and one that’s also very fulfilling.

You’re both definitely an outdoorsy couple, things like hikes, nature walks (which I guess is also a hike but I’ve been told otherwise), trips to the zoo, etc. but this all just builds the relationship

Also a very sweet one! You both have an unlimited amount of energy and love that you’re often expending said energy volunteering somewhere and helping others out

But when it boils down you’re both also very touchy, I think, you both like being together at all times and cuddles are a frequent occurrence but at the will of the other Titans you both do this in privacy

I also feel like this sweetness can also “flip,” so to say. As in if someone messes with either of you in the relationship the other will come running regardless of whether or not they could do anything about it.

To put it short, you both have each other’s back all the time. Literally, like I said you’re both inseparable.

Despite these I think the relationship would actually be rather lowkey, I don’t think he would be the type to constantly showcase the relationship. I think he’d mention it like once to get it out there but after that he wouldn’t flaunt you around.

I just think that Garfield, even with his usual out and about behavior, is rather modest when it comes to this topic because you’re more to him than just someone to show off, you’re someone who’s important to him and overall he just wants you to be comfortable

If there’s one flaw in this relationship it’s that when you have arguments it’s just horrible, but also rather comedic. Neither of you talk to the other but you both end up still being in the same room together subconsciously. It’s kind of awkward but the coincidences are what makes the other Titans laugh and honestly you both make up within, like, a day or something.

#dc #dc x reader #dc headcanons #teen titans #teen titans x reader #teen titans headcanons #dc scenarios #teen titans scenarios #my writings #requests

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Just passing by after a long time being a silent reader~ Anyway, name 1-2 persons from your favourite group that you really wanna befriends with and give the reasons!

From the moment you two met, you were enamored. Initially strangers as employee and customer, her beauty and elegance radiated the cafe from the moment she first entered. Phone in hand while fumbling through her small purse, you assumed her to be one of the many customers who pass by. Completely arrogant and thinking of themselves as above others.

What a waste of a beautiful face, you thought to yourself. You continued to judge her based on body language and physical appearance before even hearing her voice.

"One iced americano, please."

Those four simple words were enough to get your attention immediately. Slightly nasally with a hint of soft, mellow undertones. The way her eyes formed inverted half crescents. The way her nose scrunched up slightly. But mainly it was the well-defined cheekbones and way her radiating smile made you believe she was unreal. Taking the card from her after reading the price of her drink while shaking nervously, you bowed as she flashed that same heartwarming smile while thanking you. Your coworker couldn't help but let out a snort as you froze up.

Embarrassing yourself even further by having your voice crack as you announced her name and drink, she takes it, tapping the straw from its paper wrapping before taking a sip of the dark, slightly bitter liquid. Satisfied, she waved at you before exiting the cafe.

The next day, you were busy wiping down tables while putting customers' discarded cups and crumpled up napkins onto a tray. The initial morning rush has ended, allowing you to relax slightly and go around cleaning up while making sure to restock the bar area.

The familiar jingle of the front entrance rings. You were a bit disappointed as you weren't able to finish your current task. It was only two of you as the opening crew with your coworker working on the inventory of supplies that arrived. As you turned around and were about to groan while begrudgingly greet the customer, you were almost face to face with her. She tilts her head slightly and greets you with her warm smile that seemed to be her trademark.

Rubbing your hands on your apron, you timidly raise your hand. She laughs softly before bringing her own hand and pressing it against yours. This causes you to smile back at her and calmed your nerves.

She left a deep impression on you, leaving you wanting to know more about her.

Each subsequent day almost formed a routine. Like clockwork at the same exact time, the woman enters the cafe. She orders the same iced americano while flashing a smile at you and asking for a high five each time she picks up her drink. She was something to look forward to - especially after long stressful morning rushes.

Every time you saw her, you could have sworn she looked even more beautiful than the last. Her outfits constantly changed, yet possessed a certain look that was all her own. It may have been because you were smitten with her, but she would constantly outdo herself and leave you unsure of what your favorite outfit of hers was, preferring all of them.

You soon got your wish of getting to know her on a more personal level. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to hang out and chat with you. Everything from her job at her university's local radio program, to her other job waiting tables at a restaurant close to campus. She would even vent to you about her unreasonable school workload and how vivid her dreams would be - often having her professors be subjected to the same torture they made her go through.

She was able to make you eat all the assumptions you ignorantly forged in your mind the moment she first stepped foot into the cafe. She was as down to earth as could be, a kind soul you were certain was too pure to exist among the harsh realities of life.

Once she became a regular customer, you began to change your appearance. Making sure your dress shirts were always freshly ironed the night before, you rolled up your sleeves in order to make your muscles more defined. Whenever there wasn't a customer, you used the shiny stainless steel of the espresso machine to fix your hair and make yourself appear presentable.

One such occasion was met with a knock on the glass separating the barista area and the customer. Slightly startled, you looked up and found the woman giggling as she covered her mouth with her hand. You blushed, embarrassed as if she caught you doing something you weren't supposed to.

"T-The usual?" you asked, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering once again.

"Mmm." she said, reading the menu above you. "I'd like to try something else this time."

"Sure, what would you like?"

"I'll get a dalgona coffee."

"Coming right up."

Having had plenty of practice making the drink as it has quickly become popular amongst customers, it didn't take long for you to call her name. She slowly approached the bar and grabbed the drink from you. Putting her straw into the drink, you raised your hand, anticipating a high five. Instead, she grabbed your wrist gently and placed a small piece of paper on it. Waving at you, she exited the cafe.

Turning it around, it contained her name and what you assumed to be her phone number followed by a heart.

"Remember how nervous you were the first time we ever spoke to each other? You couldn't even say my name without the cup shaking!"

"You try having someone extremely pretty as a customer and not freeze up!"

"You thought I was pretty?"

"I-I never said that..."

"You're always so cute when you're nervous. Just as you were back then."

The two of you had just finished coming from the movie theater and subsequent dinner afterwards, wanting to burn off the food you just ate. Despite it being still being early evening, the bright overhead lights kept the streets well illuminated.

The only thought in your mind was repeating her say you were always cute. It seemed like a broken record - stuck in an infinite loop. You and her would occasionally bump shoulders, causing both of you to shyly laugh and look away. You could feel her fingers brush against yours. Thinking it was just an accident from the close proximity, it happens a few more times before she takes your hand into hers.

The smile plastered on your face could not be removed as you used your free hand and squeezed your jaw together - something she took note of as she clumsily squeezed your hand a bit too tightly. Apologizing, you told her it was all right before reuniting your hands together and continuing the peaceful walk home. No words needed to be said.

Choi Yewon completed you.

#asks #oh my girl #arin #choi yewon

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queenlilith43 · 4 years ago

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Alrighty so here is my stupid, stupid theory about the Wicked Powers and the Eldest Curses.

I'm adding a keep reading option because everyone will thank me for this later. And it contains serious Eldest Curses and Last Hours spoilers. (YES. I will drag Chain of Iron into here because I want to.)

So I want to talk about what I think the antagonists in the Wicked Powers and what will happen because of it. And how the antagonists will show up.

So who do I think the antagonists are? Whelp, here's the list:

Thule people

Faerie court drama

The Cohort

Lucifer + other permanent threats

I'm going to explain the antagonists and what I think will happen. I will explain how much of a problem I think they will be.

Thule

Well, Janus is going to be in there. He had established himself as a villian from Ghosts of the Shadow Market. He's what Jace could have been if he had stayed under Sebastian's power. That is to say, a very evil Jace.

Janus had been tasked by the Seelie Queen at the end of Queen of Air and Darkness to find actual Jace Herondale. Do we want Jace kidnapped? NO. Will this cause problems? YES.

Thule as a world is a problem. Part of it leaked into our world in QOAAD, causing the warlocks to start to turn into demons. (Including a very cute purple poodle that was Malcolm Fade.)

Shadowhunters can't use their weapons and runes in this world. I wonder if it was able to influence the Shadowhunters in this world enough to stop that.

And Sebastian is still alive in Thule. We know how much of a problem he is. If he ends up in our world . . . We should be worried.

I think Thule can be a problem. It might be a huge problem. It all depends on how easily the main characters can deal with Janus.

I personally want then to deal with Janus and Thule by just yeeting him into a Portal. I can imagine Kit doing that and then dusting off his hands.

If someone can get rid of Thule easily, things will be fine. If Thule isn't dealt with early on . . . Everyone is screwed.

Faeries

We have met the First Heir of the courts. Also known as Kit Herondale. We also have the Seelie Queen, who is very evil, ruling over the Seelie Court. Along with that, Kieran is ruling the Unseelie Court.

And as we know, the Seelie Queen made Janus try and find Jace. So she ties into the Thule plot.

I feel like there is going to be some major faerie drama. Kit is going to have to fight to unite the courts, whether he wants to or not. It is his destiny to do this.

The faeries wouldn't accept Kit as their king, because he's mainly a Shadowhunter. (As we know, Shadowhunter blood breeds true.) I am hoping Kieran emerges as the king of the new courts and is able to have a good life with Cristina and Mark.

Kit is going to have face his faerie side and the powers that come with it. I'm going to love seeing his character develop through all this.

The faerie court drama is going to be in there, and part of Kit's character arc. It is needed, and if Kit and Kieran get rid of the Seelie Queen fast we might not even have to THINK about dealing with Thule.

However, this plot will need at least two books to resolve itself. That means Thule and the faeries will be involved. I'm going to touch on Thule at the very end again.

The Cohort

Ugh, I hate these guys. Especially Zara, who is the one person everyone in the fandom wants dead.

Considering what the Cohort represents and everything that had happened, they are going to reach new heights of evil. That was already in the playing cards, but I just KNOW they'll be worse than we thought they were going to be.

And the Cohort is trying to hurt the Downworlders. Alec is over there, trying to help them, but the Cohort loathes him for that.

I really don't know how important they will be. But when I talk about what I believe a main plot will be, and how Shadowhunter-Downworlder relations factor into it.

Lucifer

This one is where the Eldest Curses ties into the Wicked Powers. And this is what I think is going to be the main antagonist after a certain point.

Before you question me on this, hear me out.

The Shadowhunters have always known they will face an end to the world. It's been an idea since the very first book, City of Bones.

Jace talked about how there were more demons coming in every year, and less Shadowhunters to fight them. This was in the FIRST BOOK. And of course we had bigger fish to fry, but it's an idea that stuck with me.

I feel like even in the Infernal Devices series everyone knew there would be a demon threat so great the world could end. It wasn't as obvious, because Mortmain wasn't an antagonist that posed a large problem. His clockwork monsters were easy to defeat, and it was in Britain, which is technically an island. So they couldn't go they far unless they hopped on a boat and sailed around the world. Along with Mortmain just being a mundane.

In the Last Hours, the idea of a demon threat that could end the world is even more real. In Chain of Gold, we had to deal with demons that attacked in broad daylight, something that had never happened before.

And there was Belial, who might be planning something that messes with their weapons. (Although he won't get far. He's a terrible, even laughable villian who is being set up like this for future reasons.)

Now we have Lilith, who is a danger to this world. With Cordelia as a paladin, Lilith could have enough power to mess with the world. It's more real, but with this being a prequel, we know things will be fine.

Back to the main series, the Mortal Instruments. In the latter half of the series, Lilith shows up, and mentions her past. And this includes Sammael.

Sammael is a Prince of Hell. He poses a threat to the world. He is the one who weakened the wards in the first place with Lilith to let the demons in.

Thankfully, Simon turns Lilith into salt. We don't have to deal with her, but the threat and the demons she knows remind us how fragile this world is.

After Lilith, we have Sebastian. His demons blood makes him unstable, and he created this army of Endarkened Shadowhunters. But was his existence a threat to the fabric of the universe itself? Not really.

It could think our world, but not in the way an actual demon could. He is powerful, but Sebastian loves in pain. The demon blood in his veins weighs him down, and he has weaknesses. Clary defeated him once, and she can deal with Thule Sebastian later.

The Dark Artifices introduced the concept of the world ending. Not with Malcolm, but with Thule. Thule was a real Hell dimension, a place where the demons have taken over. A ruined world, and one where Sebastian rules over the land with an iron fist.

The only way Sebastian was able to rule over Thule was because Lilith showed up at just the right time. And strangely enough, it was shortly after she was lost from our world. Coincidence? Well, it could be, but knowing these books, it probably isn't.

In the Eldest Curses, this idea was introduced just a little on the first book. Asmodeus was there. It was a flash of it, but it seemed like the demon threat was mentioned.

The second book mentioned that idea again, with Sammael showing up. That's right. Sammael, the Once and Future Devourer of Worlds.

He really seemed to show the threat of demons. The way that no matter how hard the Shadowhunters would fight, the demons would win in the end. It said in that book Sammael would destroy the worlds in the end, no matter what.

And oh my god the epilogue. He had all the Princes of Hell in a room. And now, they are going to summon Lucifer.

Why do I think Lucifer will be outside the Eldest Curses? Because he is important.

In the folklore (my inner Swiftie is showing) Lucifer is the angel who started the rebellion in Heaven. He looked into the face of God, and turned away into the darkness. He is a force to be reckoned with.

But what happened to him? We haven't even heard of him in the Shadowhunters universe until Chain of Gold, where he was confirmed as a Prince of Hell. At first, I thought Sammael was Lucifer, because that is one of his names.

But they're two different demons. And one is more powerful.

Because Lucifer hasn't even been mentioned before, I think his sudden existence is going to be in the Wicked Powers, along with the rest of the Princes of Hell.

Belial is being set up as this whiny, sexist demon to make the other Prince of Hell so much WORSE.

The Wicked Powers is supposed to be a threat that the Shadowhunters have never faced before. And the LITERAL DEVIL? Yeah, they've never dealt with a force like him before.

But the only way the Shadowhunters can defeat the demons once and for all is by teaming up with the Downworlders. It's been hinted at. When the Shadowhunters and Downworlders work together, they are able to fight the demons off.

This is where Clary's Alliance rune comes in. Her rune, binding the Downworlders and the remaining Shadowhunters together, and they will fight.

The Cohort is going to hate this. But it's the only way to deal with Thule (which I'm going to talk about in another post) and Lucifer is with the Downworlders.

And Magnus if ping to be important. Every time Magnus is there, the Shadowhunters win.

But one my other theories is that Magnus dies. Because this is the end, and Magnus is in every single book. So for him to die, it would mark the very end.

So I guess Magnus would fight bravely in the battle and then die, to make an end to these books.

Any thoughts on this? Please reblog!

#the last hours #the wicked powers #tsc #chain of iron #the eldest curses #its crackpot time now #chain of iron spoilers #the shadowhuter chronicles #tlh #tec #magnus bane #alec lightwood bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #clary fairchild #kit herondale #kieran kingson

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uhhhhyandere · 4 years ago

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If you're still doing requests how about omegaverse with omega Light and alpha m!reader who's a kickboxer. The reader's and Light's families are close and have high expectations of the two eventually marrying in the future, but the reader has no interest in being tied down and focused solely in his training and career. Lately he's noticed that some of his belongings have gone missing, like an old shirt or his boxing gloves, strangely enough the medication to help control his ruts keep (1/2)

running out quick, but writes it off as him being absentminded. One day he's forced to visit Light at his house and catches his scent forcing the reader into a rut, mating with Light all the while unaware they're under surveillance by the task force but Light finds this highly amusing. Now with mating bite and possibly pregnant, Light is tied to the reader no matter what now. (2/2)

we ain't gonna talk about how this has been sitting in my inbox for more than a year and ain't gonna talk about how i’ve almost had it done for more than a year, then forgot until i was digging through my drafts. no comment. i stink. i know, okay?!?!?!?!?!? AAAAHHH but i had fun finishing it so that’s what matters!!

6.6k words m!reader x light :)

warnings: smut! light is a.bottom and that's a hill i’ll die on.

Sweat, blood, and tears. It’s all you’ve ever known, and it’s all you’ve come to love and live for. The adrenaline of the ring, the quick, decisive movements, the thrill of winning, and the lessons learned from losing, it all accelerates your pulse and excites your nerves. Hard work never daunted you. You’ve learned to keep pushing, to run when you can’t walk, to fight when you’re knocked down, and to do whatever it took to come out on top. Your alpha blood craved the victory.

5am runs followed by strength training, then workouts after school was a routine you forced into your system. With your lifestyle, however, there was no other option. Strength. Flexibility. Reflexes. You needed everything to be successful. At the forefront of that “everything,” was commitment. There were things you had to miss because of training: family dinners, parties, club meetings, and more you’ve gotten an earful about for missing, but at least your family understood that boxing was your livelihood, no matter how much they were against it. It wasn’t some hobby you were going to drop when you got older. You wanted to make a career out of it, to be able to fight until you have to retire.

Of course, that was the plan. There were things, expectations, that naturally got in the way. It wasn’t ideal when your only son wanted to be a boxer of all things. How dangerous, risky, a dream you only have as a child. Well, fuck them, you said. Your dream was going to be your reality, and you couldn’t care less who or what stood in the way. Hard work perseveres in the end. You just had to focus. To get distracted by anything was the risk of losing that future.

The Yagami’s were a prime risk of losing that future. Your families were intertwined from before you were even born. Friends through their years of schooling and beyond. They married in the same year, moved into houses on the same block, and, of course, had their oldest child in the same year. It was like clockwork from there on out, a script to be naturally followed through the course of time. It only helped all the better when you were born an alpha and Light an omega.

Light’s and your baby pictures were taken together. Vacations were taken together. Chief Yagami pulled strings at school so you were put into the same class, assigned the same tutor, put in the same prep course, and the same private academy. At that point, you were almost sure your parents wanted to be there when you two undoubtedly mate. Your paths were carved to be identical, linked to the very end, yet so you saw them as so incredibly different.

However, you and Light were fundamentally different people. He was not a friend you chose, but someone who’s just been there. A constant, a tick on the back of your neck that left you with no choice but to live with its existence. You’ve come to accept the reality that he’s going to be there for the near future, the far future if your parents had anything to say about it. They and the Yagami’s had a matching plan, but while they were audibly planning your wedding, you were conniving a scheme of your own.

The Koyanagi Invitational. Held at the beginning of January, this tournament-style invitational welcomes only the best of the best in fighters from all over Japan. The winners almost always see themselves on the international stage. It’s a nationally televised program, and you were only one win away from securing your spot in round one after your championship match for your region coming up soon.

Your time is always dedicated to your passion, but now more than ever. Your trainer, an alum of the invitational himself, has allotted the time you desired to train in the gym at the expense of his other lessons. The trade-off was after your championship, you had to find another place for the time it will take to make up all the canceled lessons with the clients you were replacing for the time being, which shouldn’t be hard to do if—when you win the regional championship. Therefore, your time was acutely cut short for academics, social events, and everything else that was not training, but those were the sacrifices you warned everyone you would be making to come this far and reach even farther. You were not even keeping track of Kira at this point. Even that was on the backburner. What? Were they going to kill you for missing dinner with the Yagami’s for the third time this week?

“Y/N,” your name was called. Through the surging endorphins of your body, you were able to feel good enough to answer the call from your father from the sweat you were yet to shower off. You’d rather reek on the way home rather than use the gym showers. Dropping your bag from your shoulder, you rub the muscle there as you approach the full table. “You were supposed to be home forty-five minutes ago.” You sighed, dropping your hands back to your sides. “Yeah, sorry, dad. Lost track of time. Coach was fixing my style again. Swarmer has always been good for me, I think. Just refining it.” You didn’t miss the shared look between your parents.

“Well, it’s a good thing we scheduled this later because we knew you’d do this,” your mother says, low heat in her voice. “Get cleaned up and be down here in no more than ten minutes.” Biting your tongue, you nodded, making eye contact with Light as you turned to grab your bag and follow her request. “You could at least put jeans on.” You weren’t even down the hallway when your mother spoke again. This time, you were not being civil for the company’s sake and didn’t bother concealing your groan.

“It’s not like we have company over.” The Yagami’s were over for dinner or you were over there at least four times a week. It would be odder to have dinner with just three instead of seven (or five, if you missed due to training or Soichiro because of the Kira case) people around the table. You pulled out the chair they left for you beside Light and lowered yourself into it, immediately taking another drink of water from the gallon water bottle you lugged around. “Or, at least, no one new.”

“Y/N—,”

“No, he’s quite right. There’s no need to dress up for us. We’re practically family already.” Mrs. Yagami, your savior, laughed. “Light just always does,” which is wildly true. Light had a tendency to always look presentable and put-together no matter where the setting was. Late-night study sessions and other in-house cases were the only occasions you would see him clad in anything comfortable. Then, there was you, in your sweats at all times except when you were forced into your uniform at school.

Luckily enough, the comparison game was not thrown between the two of you too often. It wasn’t necessary when your parents were convinced you would mate and live the rest of your lives together. An unspoken truth that simmered in the air whenever you all got together.

“How is your training going anyway, Y/N?” Soichiro was an odd sight at the table anymore. The Kira case was an equivalent time commitment to your championship training, (except he gets paid to almost die. You get into fights willingly) and it was more and more late nights on the investigation team.

Especially now, of all times, with the dead FBI agents from the United States the news mentioned one morning, he was busier than ever.

“Gets harder and harder, Mr. Yagami. Though, I’m keeping up. With the championship on the seventh, I can’t afford not to. The guy’s a monster from what I’ve heard. Tomorrow we’re watching his match from the semi’s.” Your mother cleared her throat.

“Soichiro, sorry. We just prefer not to talk about business at the dinner table. Our son has a tendency to talk about fighting at all hours of the day, so we cherish this time where we don’t have to hear about it.” Ignoring her blatancy, you took another drink.

“Well, I like to hear about it.” It was Light who spoke up. “It’s his passion, with all due respect. Do you not see it when his eyes light up when he describes his feelings or explains his regime? He’s someone with an innate gift he wants to pursue. Not to mention the strength he possesses to live this lifestyle. If anything, you should be proud to hear him talk about it, the time he dedicates. It’s nothing short of awe-striking, what he can do.” Your skin feeling unbearably hot, you blinked a few times and hoped to hide from the admirable line of defense Light brought up for you. Peeking from your pit of embarrassment, you met his eyes, bright and unabashed, and you smiled a silent thank you to him. He, without moving a single facial feature, accepted it.

Instead of seeing the literal meaning of his words, you knew your parents saw the underlying tone of them. Their son being stood up for by Light Yagami. It must mean Light cared for him. Another step towards the future they have been quietly planning, so they smiled, and you wondered if Light saw through it just as easily as you did.

He and you never sat down and had a conversation about your parents’ expectations. Whether it was reluctance or the pure awkwardness of it all, it never came up when you were together. It didn’t matter, though, because if you could avoid it, which you could easily with your training, you would. At all costs. You did not have the time for that and would not for anytime soon.

After dinner, Light and you were pushed to do the dishes, as you always were if you were present. He washed, and you dried and put them away. In the midst of the sink running and the clinking of dishes, you found yourself with the desire to properly thank him outside of the small look you gave him before, but thought twice, three times about it at risk of looking too thankful and soft. “Just say it,” he spoke instead.

“What?”

“You look like you have something to say. You’ve glanced at me twenty-three times in the past seven minutes.” Despite the small grin on his face, you still couldn’t help but consider saying “it’s nothing,” which he would undoubtedly disbelieve, and let it blow over. Knowing him, though, he would twist it out of your system anyway, like a lawyer rinsing the truth in a cross-examination.

“Just—uh thanks, man. For before.” Light laughed, scrubbing in the curve of a bowl.

“You don’t have to thank me for something like that. You’re the type of person society needs, and to have someone talk down at you for being excited about your dreams is wrong. I was only doing the right thing, and I’d do it again.” You avoided his gaze as he explained, suddenly invested in drying the utensils one-by-one.

“Well, yeah, means a lot.”

Was Light’s smell always so nice? Yes, you weren’t going to fool yourself that this was the first time you’ve noticed. You’ve been nearby during one of his heats, and you remember nearly falling out into your own primal senses because of it. If it weren’t for your own reluctant self-control, you’re not sure where that night would have gone to. You’ve managed to deduce his smell to be some sort of chestnut, brown sugar mix. Intoxicating, but undeniably would foster an unwarranted reaction from you if you were too close during those times.

Not to mention that you’ve noticed Light’s good looks sporadically throughout the past. While he plays tennis, focuses on a particularly confusing calculus problem, biting his lip and twiddling the pencil between his digits, or just smiles at you from across the hall at school, you’ve acknowledged it, but never let it grow to anything else. You didn’t want to. Sure, he was handsome, but you had a million other things to focus on than to be tied down by any sort of relationship. Besides, if worse comes the worse, your self-control is unmatched from your countless hours of training. No single individual could sway you from your path.

“It’s really nothing. Like I said, don’t mention it.” And you didn’t plan on it. Light stayed to finish up homework as well as teach you a good two-thirds of the material before telling you he was heading out on his short walk home after you returned from a quick bathroom break. It was getting close to the bedtime that enabled you to get your full eight hours before 5am.

The closer the championship came, the less you saw of people. You ate breakfast and left earlier, came to school right from the gym, (yes, you resigned yourself to shower in the disgusting stalls) went back to the gym after school, and got home later. It gave you less time to do homework or hang out with anyone that wasn’t your trainer. Good thing you had your good friend Light who insisted it was fine to stay late in your room and catch you up on what you were behind in.

It only made sense, then, with your exponentially increasing schedule that things started to become hectic. Of course, you were missing more of what you usually missed, but most recently you’ve begun to misplace things. A t-shirt you knew you had in the drawer, your go-to nighttime sweatshirt, a pair of shorts. You figured some might be at the gym or dropped in your transit from one place to another, but your sweatshirt never left your house and you sure as hell never left it in the hamper to get washed.

It was just your busy schedule, you and your parents agreed. You needed to step back and relax if you were beginning to lose things. Plus, you were hardly sleeping with your anxiety building for the coming fight and the late nights you were practically forcing Light to pull with you.

“You don’t have to do this with me all the time,” you mentioned one night. “If I’m messing with your schedule or anything, I know it’s probably super inconvenient for you to do this so often. I never asked—.”

“You didn’t have to,” he answered. “It’s no trouble. I offered, after all. It’s not like I see you much outside of these sessions anyway. Even at school, you seem to always be in a hurry. I’m actually pretty worried about you. How much sleep are you getting? Are you eating enough? Drinking?” You waved him off.

“You know I always do. I have to eat and drink enough to do this in the first place. I don’t carry a gallon bottle around for the gains, after all.”

“And your sleep?” You glanced towards your window.

“Needs work these days.” A small whack resounded off your temple. Surprised, you watched the weapon be flipped between the assaulter’s fingers in front of you. “What was that for?”

“Don’t be stupid. I get you want to work hard for your match coming up but killing yourself with all this hard work and no rest will undoubtedly lead to your defeat. It’s common sense. You should know that more than anyone.” You set your pen on the desk, the fatigue weighing your eyes down. “Even your dark circles are even showing.” You relaxed your shoulders. “You don’t have to put up your tough guy front with me.”

“You don’t have to put up your perfect student façade either.” You paused. “Sorry. Uncalled for. You’re right, as usual. I love it though. I want to be the best, and this guy I’m coming up against? He’s a maniac. This is the first tournament he hasn’t gone below the belt or spit on an opponent. Who knows when he’ll start, though? I have to be quick. This fight cannot last long, or this guy will injure me. I can’t afford that if I’m moving on to Koyanagi.” You laughed. “You’re really right. You know I’ve been losing stuff left and right? Old shirt here, that black sweatshirt I wear all the time? Gone. No idea. Some tape in my bag. It’s like some leprechaun is stealing my stuff.”

“They’ll turn up. Maybe if you get a proper night’s sleep tomorrow and train only in the afternoon, you’ll remember where you left them.” You groaned, stretching in your spot and allowing yourself to slouch against the wall you leaned against and to shut your eyes. “Hey, at least finish this last problem and sleep in your bed.”

“Don’t want to. I’ll sleep right here.”

And you did, because Light Yagami was too weak to lift you up.

A sore back and neck now healed, you found yourself wrapping your hands for the long-awaited match in the locker room. Heart already beginning to pound, you tried to find solace in the silence around you, but all you could hear was the rhythm against your ribs.

“You ready, kid?” Your coach asked from the entranceway. “Two minutes.” You nodded, reaching into your bag and finding odd space in there. No fucking way. Though your old boxing gloves were present, your current ones were not. God, another thing my dumbass lost. There was no time to sit and shit on yourself. I just lost the fucking match for myself, damn it! You didn’t think about it long before you exited the locker room and into the blur of voices and music on the other side. Your opponent stood on the other side of the room, taller and wider than yourself. “Size ain’t nothing kid. Put your confidence into work too here. Don’t forget the mental part of the fight, ya hear me?”

You didn’t. In the crowd, you saw your family and the Yagami’s looking either nervous or excited. The camera crews around swung cameras across the area of the mat. As your name was announced and you entered the ring, the lights began to move around you. The crowd cheered and yelled in excitement. Your coach encouraged you from behind you.

Sweat, blood, and tears. It is what has gotten you this far, and it will continue to bring you higher. You did not train and work to lose right where you should be beginning. As your opponent entered from the other corner, the familiar sense of adrenaline rushed your veins. Yes, you could do this.

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You woke up in your bed the next morning. A white ceiling, white walls beeping a steady heartbeat around you. Then, it all came coming back. The elbow, all the dirty moves used against you pounded in your skin. Out of everything, your head ached the most. Tiny explosions cascaded your brain as you rolled your head along your pillow.

“You’re awake!” It was your father. “Your mother’s worried sick. That stupid asshole. Why they didn’t disqualify him after the first dirty hit, I’ll never know, but you had a fair fight.” You squinted through the migraine.

“…Did I win?”

“From a DQ, yeah. Hardly counts, and I’m sure you hardly feel like it. The guy was a nutcase. The kind that takes out their aggression through the sport rather than respecting it. You’re gonna be out for the count for a while, you know that, right? Grade three concussion. You’re going to have to take a break. Me and your trainer already called every gym around and put you on the blacklist—,”

“But dad—,”

“Nope, I’m not going to hear it. You are not allowed to even think about working out or training. We are going to keep our eyes on you at all times because we all know how you think and what you’re going to try to pull. Recovery is the most important part of an injury. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll never get better in time for the invitational. Got it?” You guffawed.

“You can’t keep eyes on me at all times.”

“Not me, personally, but there is someone with a similar schedule to you that you happen to go to school with and happens to live around the block.” You glared at the man.

“You recruited Light into helping you, didn’t you?” He shrugged and took the steps forward to stand at the foot of the bed.

“It’s more so he volunteered. He knows just as well as the rest of us you need to be watched or you’ll train at some faraway gym or secluded area. It’s for your best interest. You’ll go to school with him and he’ll take you back to their place until we get home—.”

“I don’t need a goddamned babysitter,” you bit out.

“On the contrary, would you not sneak off to train despite your condition?” You shook your head. You were in no condition to be having an argument, yet you stood your ground.

“It’s the lack of trust for me.”

“Yeah, we don’t. Not when it comes to putting your health first. Light was even telling us about how you’re behind in school too. With a concussion, you’ll need help anyway. Discussion over.” If your headache could get any worse, you were pretty sure it would have.

Not that you thought that he was kidding, but you weren’t expecting the doorbell to ring so early as you brushed your teeth, a towel wrapped around your waist from your shower. Spitting quickly, you left wet footprints across the wood floor as you approached the door.

“By god,” you muttered, opening the door. “You really were enlisted, huh?” Light shrugged.

“Well, by the looks of it, you didn’t go out earlier to work out than usual in order to look like you didn’t, unless you’re showering from a quick one between when your parents left for work and I got here.” You rolled your eyes, opening the door wider and stepping aside to allow him room to enter.

“Funny. No, I just got up. Guy really did me in one, and you don’t actually have to listen to my parents. You know I’m not going to go do anything that can put my recovery at risk.” He slid his bag off his shoulder and set it on the couch.

“I know you, and the second you don’t wake up in pain, you’re gone. Sitting back and doing nothing kills you, after all. I don’t need to have known you my entire life to tell you that.” The side of your lip quirked.

“Yeah, whatever. Let me get some clothes on,” you turned around and returned to the bathroom. Putting on the folded clothes you left in the corner, you grabbed your bag from your bedroom and met with the boy digging into his bag. “Ready, babysitter? I’m going to call you that all day, by the way. No matter who we’re with.”

“Great. I can’t wait.” …

It wasn’t so bad, having a sitter. You mean, you were with Light when you weren’t training, anyway. Going to his house every day after school was even normal, mind the odd words being thrown around the school by the observers. No one confronted you about it, which came as no surprise. Who was going to confront a boxer about those kinds of rumors?

Light didn’t seem to mind, either. As one of the top bachelors of the whole school, you were sure he had to be aware of them. Just like your parents’ desired future for the two of you, you never spoke of it. Perhaps he was as nervous to bring it up as you were, or at least as reluctant. Still, nothing would change. If he would not speak of it, neither would you.

You never suspected, however, for that dam of silence to ever break in either of you. …

It was nearing the end of your recovery when the only thing between you and getting back in the ring was a doctor’s okay. Your parents and the Yagami’s were going out for a “night on the town,” quote-on-quote. Sayu was at a sleepover, and your parents ordered you to make your way over to Yagami household.

“It’s getting close to you being cleared. No point in ruining it now, Y/N. Just go. You probably have work he has to teach you anyway.” You glared at your parents as they stood adamant. “Go. We will have him drag you there.” “As if he could,” you muttered.

“Let me in!” Two minutes of knocking, you resigned to lifting up the third rock from the right and grabbing the key from the underside. After you broke in three times in a week at age seven, you would think they’d change the key’s location.

You set your possible overnight bag on the couch. On the main floor, it was quiet, which wasn’t all surprising. Light has been spending more time in his bedroom than ever. That was saying a lot, itself, because he was always in there in the first place. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting you. You grinned.

Footsteps light, you tiptoed up the stairs and turned the corner. There were small noises coming from the other side of his door that you could hear from the far side of the hall. As you creep closer, you couldn’t necessarily distinguish what the noises were. Nonetheless, it was clue enough he was too preoccupied to notice the huge scare you’re about to give him.

Hand on the doorknob, you turned it and screamed as you entered.

Though, turns out you were the one that got more scared. Not in fright, but of shock. Light, however, remained composed as ever despite the position you caught him in.

His smell overpowered the room. You nearly were kicked back from it. Back bent upwards off the bed, his mouth agape with small guttural moans and breathless gasps escaping it, all while his hand worked every so slowly stroking his cock. His other hand fisted what you recognized as your lost sweatshirt covering his nose and mouth. Above the material, his eyes were trained on yours, head rolled to the side as his motion continued.

“Jesu—what? Is that my…” Looking around the slightly torn up room, you recognized t-shirts, tape, and even your current pair of boxing gloves lying around the room or on his bed. “I-I don’t…” His fist threw the sweatshirt to the side as the hand came down hard on the bed.

“You don’t—mmh—what? Get it? I know you’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer at times, but you can put this together, can’t—uh—you?” His grin grew wider and more wicked as he took in your reaction. “I’ll say, you have an unspeakable amount of willpower, but I think—ah—I’ve had enough of it.”

“What do you mean? Did—did you plan this?! To trigger my fucking—ugh.” He rolled his eyes. Whether it was from pleasure or annoyance, you couldn’t tell, and your mind wasn’t really in a state to think about it under the current conditions.

He had you trapped. His smell corrupted the very air around you and seeped into your skin. It was overpowering. You could feel your rut, your ever so clandestine, rut-stained self, emerging from its thick chains. You couldn’t even take a step backward or turn to open the unlocked door. All of your nerves screamed at you to take him. To make him scream so that all he could say, all he could even think about, was you, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t.

Because this isn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to be linked with him outside of your parents’ desire for you and him to be wed one day. This was the path to that future, the future that distracted you from your goal.

Light shifted to stand above your lack and bent form that was on its last legs before the rut would take over. A hand softly stroked your head, as a parent would stroke a child’s, and set itself under your chin. It nudged upwards, forcing your gaze to his. At such close vicinity, the scent, his scent, him, it was all you could perceive.

“You really are the worst. The epitome of holding yourself—your desires—back. I know you don’t want what our parents want. I know the thought of something tearing you from your dream kills you. I know that you think that this,” he motioned between the two of you, “would be the exact definition of a distraction, so you’ve pushed it all down. Never acknowledging its existence. Well, do you acknowledge it now?”

You didn’t answer. You were nervous about what would come out of your mouth if anything did. Your willpower would die with the next exhale you took. Annoyed with your last stand, he dragged his hand from your neck to your shoulder and shoved your weak state down so you were on your knees. He leaned down so his breath ghosted over your lips.

“You really put on a show for me, you know. Answering the door with only your towel on back then. Deep down, I think you want this too. Deep down, you know that this was bound to happen. Just like your pain in a fight, you ignore it. You’re not a complicated individual to figure out. Just give in. What’s the harm in letting someone else take the reins for once?” He stared down at you, you felt it, but you refused to meet it, choking on shallow breathes in order not to inhale his scent too much. You remained silent, using your leftover strength to power onto your two feet.

“Not going to talk? Fine. Your mouth could—,” you didn’t even allow him the time to finish the sentence or pull through on what you knew was going to be his statement as you rushed to shove him rough enough to force him to fall on his ass on the floor next to the bed. He looked up at you from his seated position, eyes wide and excited. You seemed more shocked than him and took a step backward towards the door. His eyes, yellowed and urgent, followed your movements.

Swallowing, you willed yourself to extend your hand down as a form of apology: one you were unable to voice in current conditions. Light’s hand, soft and delicate, grasped is softly at first, allowing you to lift him to stand just over the bed, then squeezed, brought his other hand to your forearm. and tugged your unsuspecting form onto the bed with him, so you unwillingly straddled his legs.

He was quick to surge upward and lock his arms around your neck. Meeting his lips was kissing the devil himself: everything about it was all-consuming, hot, wrong. Light did not start out slow, just as he was with everything else. With guns blazing, his tongue tore open your lips and invaded your now open maw with vigor and power your conscious self could not meet. He brought his hands to your ass and tugged you forward to push your bodies tight together. Breaking only to breathe and begin to force your shirt up your abdomen with his cold fingers. You helped. God, you shouldn’t have, but your clothes were getting so hot. As soon as the article was off, Light latched to your neck, teeth quick to bite. You gasped, tilting your head back to reveal more skin to him. He brought his hand up and tugged on your hair, eliciting another groan from your lips.

“For someone who abhorred the thought of us together, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” His mouth continued down your form, biting the skin, and then licking the newly affected area. By now, you could feel your length suffocating even under the looseness of sweatpants. The undeniable urge for relief, for him, the one who was adjusting you to stand in front of him. An obvious, wordless request to rid yourself of your confines. “Go on. I’m waiting,” he said, leaning back to show his nude-self off. His cock glistening with a delightful mix of slick and precum. Inviting. Warning. Waiting. Jesus, you needed your fucking pants off!

Hurrying to get your legs bare, you allowed your own slick to make its first drops onto the floor. Light did not make any moves, only locking his eyes onto yours. A silent argument, but you were in no mood to trifle in such affairs with your mind clouded. Surging forward, you would have been able to straddle him once more would it not be for his hand solidly placed on your abdomen. “I said, I’m waiting, you sex-craved beast. Tell me how much you need this. How much you want to be mine. To follow the path carved for you with me. I have enough here to get me through my heat, but you don’t get ruts too often, do you?” Why and how this twig held so much authority, you would never know.

“Just let me—,”

“Let you?” He laughed. “Do you think you’re the one in charge here? What? You think because you’re physically stronger, because you’re an alpha, that you get dominance here?” His eyes, though yellow, spoke true on his words. They demanded compliance. “Now, be a good boy, and beg to fuck me. Beg to stick your cock inside me.” To stress his point, he ground upwards ever so slightly. You hissed at the contact.

“God, please just let me—please just—fuck. Light, I need to fuck you. I need to take you, to mate you, to—fuck—I want you to scream for me, and only me. I want your throat raw from how loud and how much you scream for me.” You gripped the headboard above him while your other hand trailed down his lithe body coated in sweat until it reached his hole. His slick dripped from there due to his heat so that your finger slipped right in. Light moaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Please,” you slipped a second, then the third digit in. Light’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as his back arched to meet the thrust of your fingers.

“Shit, it feels so good, Y/N, alpha. Go on. Mate me. Be mine forever just as I’d be yours.” You adjusted yourself to settle comfortably between his legs and used your hands to lift them, bending him in half to expose himself to you. You hissed as his first squeeze around you before you continued to sink in. Shared moans filled the room as you cursed out for each other. “Yes, feel how tight I am for you, how your cock was meant for me.” Heat shot through every nerve fiber of your being, and you did not bother to begin your thrust languidly. Instead, you rushed to build to a quick, pounding pace. Your rut pushing you to go deeper, and faster as he tightened around your length. Your hips met his groan with an audible smack, and, at a certain angle, Light cried out. “What are you… waiting for…? Bite… me. Claim me, you beast.”

You could barely hear his words through your focus, your feeling, and, after a short while, even Light could not manage words. Only gasps, moans, and a few small screams escaped his lips and you sought your release. Closer, and closer, and closer… fuck. You ground your pelvis into his.

“Shit, I’m gonna—oh, fuck,” you whispered, a quiet worship into the air as you allowed yourself to empty within him. You pulled out slowly, watching small amounts of liquid viscously drool out. Light’s skin was flushed deeply red, sweat glistening off his skin, and cock red, pulsing, and heavy against his torso. His labored breaths from his wide, open mouth forced his stomach to rapidly grow and shrink before he quickly regained himself and focused his eyes on you.

“What? Do you think I’m done with you?” He smirked, still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. “Come here.” You let his legs go to allow him to surge forward and capture your lips with his own. “I’m still rock hard. Why don’t you do down there and do something about it, hm?” Light supported his point by guiding your hand to grasp his cock. “Go on.”

His scent was all-consuming. Your nose trailing the skin of his cock as it followed your tongue up and down his length. You swirled your tongue around this head while your hand worked the base of his cock. “Eyes on me, alpha. Eyes on your omega, now.” Yellowed eyes dared you to look away. “Go on, and take me in.” Light gasped as you swallowed him. “Fuck, fuck, yeah. Now, suck. Yes. Just like that. Bob your head—just like,” he grasped your head and guided your movements, “that, yes. Damn, you’re a terribly slow study with math, but fuck, you learn to suck cock quickly.”

You followed his instructions, hand lightly teasing his balls, mouth taking him deep then pulling back, until you began to move on your own volition. “Oh, yes. I’m gonna- fuck. You better fucking swallow all of me. I don’t want to see a single drop on the bed.” Light watched with sick delight as you struggled to take his spend in. He was quick to reach down when you retracted your mouth, sealing your jaw shut with his hand until he saw your adam’s apple bob. “Oh, good boy. Now,” ignoring your painfully—once again—hard cock, he pulled you back up, “claim me. Bite me, alpha. Do it.”

“N-no, I can’t.”

“You can and you will. Go ahead.” Light moved his locks and stretched his neck out to you. There was nothing more you wanted to do than sink your teeth into the smooth stretch, to have your scent follow him as he walked around the school every day. “Bite me, Y/N. Do it now,” and you did. Light howled in pleasure as copper filled your mouth. You licked the raw skin before sinking you teeth in deeper and sucking what you can.

“Light,” you pulled back, eyes blown wide. “I—,” he shushed you by tightly gripping your cock with a wide smile.

“It all worked perfectly,” he said, beginning to stroke your length in tandem with his words. “I thought replacing your gloves would cause you to lose, to grieve, to stay here, but when I heard of your opponent and talked with him just a bit before your match, angering him about what kind of person you were, I had to. I had to.” You bit your bottom lip, unable to articulate words as he picked up his pace, tightened and loosened his grip, and brought in his other hand. “It hurt to see you injured, but I had to what had to be done. I needed you to make me yours. You don’t belong with anyone else besides me. Your dreams, your work ethic, your body, your mind, they’re all mine, and now, with this,” he motions to the raw, bloodied skin of his neck, “my plan has come to fruition beautifully. It’s like the universe deemed it so.” Your breathing escalated. His thumb moved to tease the head of your cock. “You’re all,” he laughed, “fucking mine.”

He met your lips the same time your release spilled into the open air. “Now,” he leaned back, “let’s keep going, hm?”

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Character Popularity Poll

Epic of Evil page 40-62

After the conclusion of the “Daughter of Evil” novels and the announcement of this fanbook, we opened up a character popularity poll! It was held on Twitter between June 16th and June 30th, and we received a ton of votes. Here we’ll tell you the order, as well as share some of the red hot comments they got!

1st place with 89 votes

Allen Avadonia (Prince Alexiel)

(Kagamine Len)

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Age: 14 at death (485-500)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: Orthodox Lucifenian

Religion: Levin, Levia sect

Relatives: Father; Arth I (deceased), Mother; Anne (deceased), Sister; Riliane, Adoptive Father; Leonhart (deceased), Adoptive Sister; Germaine

He’s a servant who works in the Lucifenian royal palace, but in truth he is Riliane’s twin brother, Prince Alexiel. During the revolution he is executed in Riliane’s stead.

-Due to an event that occurred when he was young, Allen as a prince was publicly declared dead. He works as a servant surrounded by his friends.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 02 Kagamine Len of “Kagamine Rin/Len” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

“The Servant of Evil” is the reason I got sucked into AkunoP-sama’s music in the first place.

Allen-kun is the best!

I was really moved by Allen’s kindness at prioritizing Riliane over himself. I think there are probably some people who don’t think he’s kind because he betrayed so many people, but I think “doing it all for the person you want to protect” is itself a different sort of kindness.

Obviously it’s Allen. His words and deeds made me cry my eyes out.

I love how brave he is, and that he was willing to do anything for Riliane’s sake.

He really struck me with how he protected Riliane to the end. I was also about the same age as Allen when I first bought the book, so I was kinda taken in by him being such a naïve young man.

He’s really cool looking!!!

His level of kindness that he devoted himself to his sole blood relative Riliane and ultimately took her place is really amazing…!

He was alright with becoming evil if it was for Riliane’s sake. He did all that for his sister; for Riliane he used his sword to kill people, he can ride a horse, he protected his sister—he’s just really cool!!

What an amazing loyalty he has…Allen supports his sister and the rest!! He’s so awesome, I wanna be like him!!

Artist’s Comments

AkunoP: I rather expected him to be the most popular.

Ichika: Wow, he really was well received.

AkunoP: Unfortunately, he died in the first book, so I wasn’t really able to delve into his character much from the third book onward.

--Rin probably had also moved on from Allen at that point.

AkunoP: I figured things might get pretty dark if I had too many developments that reflected back on the past. I also thought it might not fit with the feel of the third book onwards. However, there’s no way that Rin forgot about Allen, ever. She’s just hesitant to let it show on the outside. And it wouldn’t be all that good for her to show it to anyone, given her position. She’d get found out, lol

--That’s for sure (haha). How about you, Ichika-san?

Ichika: I think he’s sort of like, the most wholehearted character of the main cast. Like coming to help even after he’d already died.

AkunoP: In a certain way, in the latter half he turns into more of a super character than Elluka, lol

2nd place with 35 votes

Clarith

(Yowane Haku)

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Age: 21--26 (born 479)

Nationality: Elphegort--Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: Netsuma

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Father (died when she was young), Mother (died in 499)

She was discriminated against by Elphe people for being a descendant of the Netsuma clan with white hair and red eyes. She had a negative personality, but that changed when she met Michaela.

--Though she was quite negative, she was able to become a bit more positive through her relationships with Michaela and Rin.

*This character was based on “Yowane Haku”, a derivative of the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 01 Hatsune Miku published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

It’s partially because I really like Haku ane-san, but there’s also her earnest devotion to Michaela, her strength for forgiving Riliane despite having every reason to hate her…I’m not Michaela, but you’re the most wonderful person, for me! Especially how cheerful you were after the revolution in “Praefacio of Blue”, Clarith-san!

I want her to be happy

I like seeing her working so hard.

She feels like the only true “everyman”. So I feel like she’s also the character who “grew” the most. Her meeting with Rin at the monastery on the shore was so sad, I was really touched. I think that Riliane was able to reform as Rin because she had Clarith there for her.

Clarith is so precious, being so negative but also caring for her friends!

I wanna try the brioche that Clarith makes!!

I like everything about her!

I admire her for being so strong.

She’s so dedicated and adorable///

Artist’s Comments

AkunoP: I think she’s the character who grew up the most through the whole series.

Ichika: She grew the most as a person.

AkunoP: I wanted a character who could see the revolution and the events around it from the perspective of the average person. That was how I came up with Clarith. Actually, she’s a character I came up with even earlier than Elluka, around the same time as the early four. So I’ve gotten pretty attached to her.

Ichika: It feels really good to see her progression from a passive personality to someone who takes action for herself. Also, her catchphrase of “I’m sorry for being alive” is way too easy to use. I found myself blurting it out once while I was working.

AkunoP: That was originally inspired by Daizai. So that might be a bit dangerous as a catchphrase, lol

Ichika: I make sure I only say it when I’m alone in my room, so it’s alright, haha.

3rd place with 32 votes

Riliane Lucifen d’Autriche (Rin)

(Kagamine Rin)

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Age: 14--19 (Born 485)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: Orthodox Lucifenian

Religion: Levin Levia Sect--Held sect

Relatives: Father; Arth I (deceased), Mother; Anne (deceased), Brother; Alexiel (Allen) (deceased)

The princess of Lucifenia. For her outrageous policies she is reviled as the “Daughter of Evil”. After the revolution she lives at a monastery, hiding her true identity.

--Having survived the revolution, she started a new life in a monastery as “Rin”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 02 Kagamine Rin of “Kagamine Rin/Len” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

I really love that scene where she accepts whatever Clarith is going to do to her after Clarith learned the truth, because it shows how much Riliane has grown up over the story.

I want her to live and be strong.

In this story with so many feelings intersecting, she is such a cool and strong fantasy girl who fought without being swept away!

I earnestly love her. Just lots of love. From the heart.

She really is kind! And she has a sense of responsibility! And she’s so so cute!! And she was so cute as a small child too, I love her to bits! She did get possessed by a demon and all, but she’s really a good kid!!

I want her to be happy…

I think she’s a character that I’ve come to like as I’ve read through the “of Evil” series. I want to support Riliane with all my might, surpassing so much grief to grow up like that. I mean, what I’m trying to say is that Riliane is really cute.

She’s the yellow flower of evil in full bloom!

Artist’s Comments

AkunoP: I was really unsure of her role in this. I think the people who listened to the original song were largely split into two points of view. That she was just bad from the core, or that it was the fault of outside influences... In the end, she wound up how she is now.

Ichika: I think Riliane’s another character whose personality and general air changed completely between the former and latter halves of the story. There is the change in environment from princess to nun, but I think myself that Allen is the biggest influence.

--Riliane is one of the characters who grew up in a big way.

4th place with 29 votes

Elluka Clockworker

(Megurine Luka)

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Age: Secret♥

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia--Stateless

Race: Leviantan

Religion: Levin Levia Sect

Relatives: NO DATE

A sorceress with a mysterious air about her, and one of the Three Heroes of Lucifenia. Under request of the great land god Held, she is on a journey to search for the “Vessels of Deadly Sin”.

--Are her farsighted values, unwavering strength, and the humanity that she sometimes displays the secret key to her popularity?

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 03 “Megurine Luka” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

She’s so strong and smart, and a beauty on top of that! She might seem irreverent but she pulls through when it counts, and always winds up helping people. I also think it’s adorable how bad she is at being straightforward with what she wants to say. She’s surrounded by so much mystery and I’m just caught up in it! I like her and I can’t help but be curious about her!!

She’s strong, she’s so strong, so strong. And that scene where she fought with Abyss was so cool!

She’s mysterious, and when all is said and done she’ll help you out, so I really like her.

Whether she’s making any S-like scowls or looking like a beauty, I love it all!

She’s got this feeling that she’ll pull through when push comes to shove, which makes her really cool.

I’m really enchanted with how, as irreverent as she is, she gets on task and focused in situations where she needs to toughen up and get focused.

She’s a really amazing woman, with a lot of depth. I kinda like how playful she is.

I love how Elluka’s so suspicious.

She acts happy go lucky, but her past that you can glean from the Leviantan Catastrophe and Recollective Music Box is way too sad.

I love heeeer!

That mysterious feel she’s got really kills me! Though I guess I like how free-spirited she is, lol. I really wanna learn more about Elluka’s circumstances!

Artist’s Comments

--She finally showed up on the cover this time!!

Ichika: Seriously…!

AkunoP: That’s just ‘cause she’s a character that never showed up in the original song. You could say it was inevitable in a sense that she couldn’t come out before this point, lol, but I think the inverse of that is that it’s because she didn’t show up before that she’s been so easy to work with. She’s such a mature character that through the whole series she’s had a sort of feel to her that she’s always got some leeway.

Ichika: Elluka’s been such a steady character this whole series. She’s been alive for such a long span of time that she’s gotta be very well-put together mentally. I like characters like that, so I had a lot of fun drawing her.

--There are a lot of opinions up there that they like how she always comes around to helping people, aren’t there.

AkunoP: Well, she is a bit on in years…Er, nevermind.

Ichika: She does seem very helpful.

AkunoP: She’s got a lot of things on the inside that I haven’t written about yet, probably owing to being a character with a lot of leeway, but in her case I do think that she’ll have a lot of opportunities to show up elsewhere, so…That’s in production, lol

--We’ll wait for the Deadly Sins Series with baited breath! Looking forward to it!

5th place with 26 votes

Kyle Marlon

(KAITO)

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Age: 26(claims to be 22)--31 (born 474)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Father; Previous king of Marlon (deceased), Mother; Empress Dowager Prim, Sister; Ney (different fathers), half-brother; Arkatoir (different mothers), countless other siblings of different mothers (all dead)

The young ruler of Marlon. He’s very vexed at being a puppet of his mother, Empress Dowager Prim. He has a very straight-laced personality with a strong sense of justice.

--Though his status is as a king, he often stands on the front lines and goes out in disguise.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID Character “KAITO” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

His bravery when it comes to Michaela is just too cute!

That he was able to overcome the temptations of a demon a second time, despite knowing a demon’s power and having been reliant on them before, and went out to fight with his own power was just so awesome…!

He may be a troublemaker(?) who inadvertently glosses over his age, but Kyle-niisama really pulled through when it came down to it, and I love him for it!

I feel like he’s the character that gets messed with the most, but I really like him a lot (haha).

My vote goes to the young king who experienced love and hatred, came vast to face with his weakness, and in the end majorly grew up.

He’s so pitiful it’s adorable~ And I think he’s a relatively tasty character!!

I wanna shout it out! I frikkin’ love him!

No matter how he’s wavered, no matter how he’s tempted by demons, in the end he stood on his own two feet. I just love him for that!!

I really like his personality. His conversations with Germaine were really funny!

Artist’s Comments

AkunoP: I’ll say this now that it’s all over, but in the end I did end up liking this character. Only, I didn’t actually want to write him as being that cool.

Ichika: He participated in the revolution, he fell in love, he transformed into a demon…Now that I think on it, he’s a busy guy.

AkunoP: I feel like he’s the character that single-handedly undertakes the idea of “human weakness”. I mean, I don’t think he’s that cool if you look at just his actions, lol.

--The comments calling him “precious” and “incompetent” really stood out.

AkunoP: That’s cause he’s not a hero at all.

Ichika: Looking at him overall I guess he is pretty incompetent...lol

--There was also a comment calling him the “hunky sad king”(haha).

Ichika: lololol

AkunoP: I think that’s perfect lol

--You can’t even get him to follow-up(haha)

6th place with 25 votes

Gumillia

(Megpoid)

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Age: 1028--1033 (appears 16--24 on the outside)

Nationality: Elphegort--Kingdom of Lucifenia--Stateless

Race: spirit--Elphe

Religion: Levin Levia sect (publicly)

Relatives: Held (lord), Michaela (same race)

A sorceress who was a spirit incarnated into a human. She searches for the “Vessels of Deadly Sin” alongside Elluka as her apprentice. She has a very level and calm personality, but she also has a side that’s very caring about her friends.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Artist Vocal character “Megpoid” published by Internet Co., Ltd.

Fan Comments

I really love the way she talks. And I don’t think I’m the only one who got excited at her wearing glasses in Praeludium. Her and Elluka make a really good duo. I’m really looking forward to seeing their actions in the Pere Noel period in the novels to come. I’m guessing she’s the one who made that handgun.

She’s so cool and awesome! Her glasses really suit her!

She’s very blunt but I really like how that contrasts with how caring she is for her friends.

Her clumsy broken speech is just so incredibly cute!! And she’s so strong!!

I’m just…really interested in Elluka and Gumillia’s journey after this!

The fact that she put on glasses…And I’m very intrigued as to this “important person” that she decided to stay human for!

I wish she could have stayed with Michaela forever.

Obviously it’s Gumillia!

7th place with 19 votes

Germaine Avadonia

(MEIKO)

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Age: 20--25 (Born: 480)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia (erased)

Race: Beelzenian

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Adoptive Father; Leonhart (deceased), Adoptive Brother; Allen (deceased)

The adoptive daughter of one of the Three Heroes of Lucifenia, Leonhart, as well as Allen’s adoptive older sister. She is the “red-armored swordswoman” who garners acclaim as the leader of the Resistance.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID Character “MEIKO” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

She’s really stylish. I admire her.

I think it’s so cool that she’s such a gallant woman. I wanted to become someone like her too!!

Those words she said when she came face to face with Rin in the last novel and realized it was Riliane just left me speechless. I really like Germaine’s weak and strong points.

I really love her big-sisterly disposition and compassion. I want her to be happy (。・ω・。)

A woman swordswoman is so cool! She’s so amazing! I feel like she’s the hottest person in all of Daughter of Evil lol. Her line “Just what in the world is evil” in Yellow is my favorite line in all four novels. I want to read how she wound up in Beelzenia after the Revolution.

That line she says during the work about how fast her wounds heal unexpectedly won me over all at once.♪

8th place with 17 votes

Ney Marlon(Phatipe)

(Akita Neru)

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Age: 18--23 (age at death) (482--505)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia—Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Behemo sect

Relatives: Mother; Empress Dowager Prim, Older Brother; Kyle, Several other siblings of a different mother, Adoptive mother; Mariam

Mariam’s adoptive daughter, who takes up a position as head of Marlon’s Special Maneuvers Task Force. From a very young age she was raised by IR as the subject of magical experimentation.

*This character was based on “Akita Neru”, a derivative of the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 01 Hatsune Miku published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

Through the work I thought she was a villain the whole time, but after reading Praefacio of Blue I realized that she was actually just a very sad girl. I wish she could have been happy.

The sad end of her life, continuing to be led around by the nose by Prim and a demon, was just tearjerking.

I love her rampaging in the duel scene in Praefacio.

I would be in utter bliss if Ney stabbed me.

I won’t forgive the people who used Ney like that. She’s just too sad. Even though really she was a good kid…

Her crazed expressions, her outfit, I just love everything about her.

She did a lot of horrible things, but Ney was also a victim of the vessels of deadly sin…Also, I absolutely loved Ney wearing Lady Conchita’s dress!

Her crazy face is the best!!!

9th place with 11 votes

Gast Venom

(Camui Gackpo)

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Age: 39 at death (461—500)

Nationality: Stateless

Race: Asmodean

Religion: NO DATE

Relatives: Little sister; Sarah (deceased)

A skilled swordsman who bears the moniker, “Demon of Asmodean”. He is searching for one of the “Vessels of Deadly Sin”, the “Venom Sword”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Artist Vocal character “Gackpoid” published by Internet Co., Ltd.

Fan Comments

I’m really intrigued by his past. I want to learn more about him, and at the same time I’m hoping we get more info on his excessive sister complex.

You really gotta hurry up with his past mysteries surrounding his sister, Sarah…!! I really like samurai, so I adored the scene where he was fighting with a Japanese sword.

I think he’s really pretty lol. And I liked his how he let Allen hire him because he sympathized with him. During the work I wanted to learn more about the past they alluded to.

It’s too bad he’s only in one book. I wanted to see him do more.

I’m really curious about his sister!

He didn’t show up much but he was really cool!

10th place with 10 votes

Gallerian Marlon

(KAITO)

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Nationality: USE

Race: Marlon

Relatives: Wife, daughter

Kyle Marlon’s descendant. He’s the head judge of the Dark Star Courthouse of the international alliance of USE, founded between the four countries of Marlon, Levianta, Elphegort, and Lucifenia in the year 898. He treasured his daughter, but she passes away in an incident.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID Character “KAITO” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

I love the greedy juuudge!! Also the fact that he has a kid. I bet he’s a good cook too. I’m really looking forward to the novel for greed in the new series.

He’s so cool! He’s such a kind father, worrying over his daughter! If you want help, show me the money!!!

I really love the corrupt, miserly judge! The fact that he’s a father who’s caring for his daughter that we learned at the end of Praefacio…Makes me wonder if he’s actually a good guy.

I like Gallerian-san.

First of all, I’m just crazy about the middle-aged, fatherly Galle-sama. I can’t help but be enraptured with him as he persists in pushing his own will even until the very end! I hope he can achieve his utopia!

11th place with 9 votes (tied)

Yukina Freezis

(Kaai Yuki)

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Age: 9—14 (Born: 491)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Father; Keel, Mother; Mikina, Little Brother; Shaw, Younger Sister; Aile

The eldest daughter of the Freezis household. She is an exceedingly popular novelist who made her debut as an author at nine years old. She has created a great many popular works, and her name lives on in posterity.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Vocaloid student “Kaai Yuki” published by AH-Software Co. Ltd.

Fan Comments

I like how she’s just brimming with curiosity. And that scene where she reunited with Clarith was great.

I love how strong-willed she is!!!

Actually, I was always watching over Yukina’s adventures with my heart racing, like I was her big sis or mother lol

She’s so cute!! I was so excited when I saw that Gallerian-san was reading the books that Yukina-chan wrote in the distant future!!

She’s really grown up… I really wanna read that “Crow” fairytale that got brought up in Praeludium.

11th place with 9 votes (tied)

Chartette Langley

(Kasane Teto)

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Age: 26-31 (Born: 474)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia (erased)

Race: NO DATA

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Father, mother

The head of the Langley unit in the Beelzenian Empire. She is the bearer of extraordinary strength, wielding an enormous sword. She was originally a maid that served in the Lucifenian palace.

*This character is based on “Kasane Teto”.

Fan Comments

She has a very lively and simple personality. I think she’d be a fun person to hang out with.

She’s a power fighter who wields a longsword, and I really like her straightforwardness.

I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I read all four books just because I wanted to read about her gallant figure in it.

She’s one of the few characters in Daughter of Evil to live for the moment rather than being stuck in the past, and it’s really incredible how she’s more about taking action than dwelling on things!

I really love this dummy. Her appearance is adorable but it’s too bad she isn’t at all in how she talks lol

13th place with 8 votes

Michaela

(Hatsune Miku)

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Age: 1028—1033 (as a human she dies at 16)

Nationality: Elphegort

Race: Elphe

Religion: Levin Held sect (publicly)

Relatives: Held (lord), Gumillia (same race)

She was originally a spirit, but she became known as a “diva” when she was reborn into a human. After ending her life as a person, she continued to watch over the world as Held’s successor.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 01 “Hatsune Miku” published by Crypton Future Media.

Fan Comments

I want it so she can be happy with Clarith (>_<)

I was really moved by her kindness *

She was so precious, and she was so kind helping out Clarith

I really like her duet with Clarith. I was a little surprised at her being yuri (?)in Wiegenlied, but I think their feelings towards each other, mutually surpassing a friendship, are awesome. I hope she does her best as the new Held god.

I knew she was going to die. I knew it, but, but…I really wish she could have been happy.

14th place with 7 votes

Riliane (Lily) Mouchet

(Lily)

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Age: 25 (Born: 480)

Nationality: Marlon (formerly Kingdom of Lucifenia)

Race: Lucifenian

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Father; Gaston (deceased)

The original commander of Retasan fortress, with a strong-minded personality. She hates the name Riliane, and so goes by “Lily”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Artist Vocal character “Lily” published by Internet Co., Ltd.

Fan Comments

Gosh I love her ♪(　´０´)ノ

I love her strong-willed personality. The whole time I was reading the book I thought, she’s so cool.

I really love that awesome atmosphere she’s got!

I’m sure I’m not the only one that went all, “It’s Lily!!”. I just love this handsome tomboy general, she’s so awesome. I think it’s her remarks that made it so that Germaine was able to move on ahead. I also love her partnership with Yukina-chan. They’ve got such a great height difference, lol

15th place with 6 votes (tied)

Keel Freezis

(Hiyama Kiyoteru)

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Age: 27--32 (Born: 473)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Wife; Mikina, Children; Yukina (eldest daughter) Shaw (eldest son) Aile (youngest daughter)

A merchant who serves as the head of the merchant trade association. He’s also friends with Marlon’s king Kyle. He’s a doting father, and so when it comes to his children he’s relentless.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Vocaloid teacher “Hiyama Kiyoteru” published by AH-Software Co. Ltd.

Fan Comments

Love his being a sappy parent and his affection for Yukina. And I’m also intrigued by his conversations with Kyle.

That doting father is just the best!!

The disconnect between his harsh, bad-friend tone towards Kyle and his unending devotion to his daughter is so lovable.

That doting father Keel is adorable lol That scene where he gets furious at Kyle for hugging Yukina was just the best lolol

Him being a loving father is amusing, but his face as a merchant and his friendship (mean friendship?) with King Kyle is also just right on point.

15th place with 6 votes (tied)

Ayn

(--)

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Nationality: Elphegort

Race: Elphe

Relatives: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased)

Notes: A boy from Yatski village. Had an unrequited love for Clarith. After Clarith and Michaela fled to Aceid, he enlisted in the Elphegort military. During the Green Hunting he ran to the forest to help save Michaela and Clarith after they were cornered, but he was murdered by the Lucifenian army chasing after them.

Fan Comments

‘Cause he helped guide Clarith and Michaela until the end. But it was so sad that he couldn’t tell Clarith how he felt about her. I hadn’t been expecting him to write that scene with Yukina and the rest praying before his grave in the third book, so I was really happy for that.

Because even though it was Clarith he really wanted to protect, he protected Michaela, and was so kind.

I wish he could have been happy with Clarith!

He was the hottest guy in the whole work. I wish he could have done more.

17th place with 5 votes

Leonhart Avadonia

(LEON)

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Age: 38 at death(462—500)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: NO DATE

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Adoptive children; Germaine, Allen (deceased)

Allen and Germaine’s adoptive father. He’s one of the Three Heroes, and works as the head of the guard for the Lucifenian royalty. Like Germaine, he likes to drink.

*This character was independently made based on VOCALOID “LEON” published by ZERO-G.

Fan Comments

I cried when he died.

His interminably direct personality is so cool.

Those kids have him as a dad, or else this dad has them for kids. They’re a family, even if they’re not related by blood.

I love the older guys ha ha I love him so much, I was so disappointed at how quickly he died in Cloture.

18th place with 3 votes

Anne Lucifen d’Autriche

(SWEET ANN)

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Age: Died at 42 (457—499)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: NO DATE

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Husband; Arth I, Daughter; Riliane, Son; Alexiel

The former queen of the Kingdom of Lucifenia who possessed both strictness and grace, and also Riliane and Allen’s birth mother. She was friends with Empress Dowager Prim of Marlon.

*This character was independently made based on the VOCALOID 2 “SWEET ANN” published by PowerFX.

Fan Comments

She didn’t get much screentime, lolol but I think she’s great with her dependability and grace.

I would have liked to see a record of her child-rearing work when Riliane and Alexiel were still little ankle biters. Maybe she was an unexpectedly scary mom (and conversely maybe King Arth spoiled them).

I think she was a fantastic queen. I tear up when I think about how the twins’ fates would have changed if she’d still been alive…Also, I’d be really happy if we could see her again in something set in the past.

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

Mariam Phatipe

(MIRIAM)

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Age: Died at 32 (468—500)

Nationality: Kingdom of Lucifenia

Race: Asmodeanian

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Adoptive child; Ney

A very skilled secret agent, and one of the Three Heroes. Also a former associate of Gast’s. Her duel with Chartette during the revolution was talked about as the “Battle of the Heavenly Yard”.

*This character was independently made based on VOCALOID “MIRIAM” published by ZERO-G.

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

Aile Freezis

(Tsukuyomi Ai)

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Age: 10 (Born: 495)

Nationality: Marlon

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Father; Keel, Mother; Mikina, Big Sister; Yukina, Big Brother; Shaw

The second daughter of the Freezis family. She takes after her mother in appearance and personality, and so has inherited her mature standing. She’s had a weak constitution ever since she was young, and for a time Mikina would be constantly tending to her.

*This character was based on the VOICEROID character “Tsukuyomi Ai” published by AH-Software Co. Ltd.

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

Prim Marlon

(PRIMA)

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Age: 48 at death (457—505)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Lucifenian

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Relatives: Husband; Previous King Marlon (deceased), Son; Kyle, Daughter; Ney (deceased), Younger brother; Presi (deceased)

The Empress Dowager of Marlon, and Kyle and Ney’s birth mother. She’s a Lucifenian noble, born from the Rogzé family.

*This character was independently made based on VOCALOID02 “PRIMA” published by ZERO-G.

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

Arkatoir Marlon

(?)

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Nationality: Marlon

Religion: Levin Levia sect

Race: Marlon

Relatives: Father; Previous King Marlon, Mother, Half-brother: Kyle, countless other half-siblings (all dead)

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

Banica Conchita

(MEIKO)

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Age: 29 at death (296—325)

Nationality: Beelzenian Empire

Race: Beelzenian

Relatives: Father; Muzuri, Mother

The figure who serves as the model for the fairytale “Vampiress Vanika”. She earned great distinction improving on Beelzenia’s food culture.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID Character “MEIKO” published by Crypton Future Media.

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

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Age: NO DATE

Nationality: NO DATE

Race: Jakokuan

Religion: NO DATE

Relatives: NO DATE

19th place with 2 votes (tied)

The Demon of Gluttony

(MEIKO)

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Race: Demon of Deadly Sin (takes on the appearance of Banica)

Vessel: Glass of Conchita

The demon that dwells in the “Vessel of Deadly Sin, Glass of Conchita”. She is trying to become the “Master of the Graveyard”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID Character “MEIKO” published by Crypton Future Media.

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Abyss IR

(?)

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Age: NO DATE

Nationality: Marlon--Stateless

Race: NO DATE

Religion: NO DATE

Relatives: NO DATE

A sorceress secretly working in the shadow of history. She’s the one who taught Prim about the “Vessels of Deadly Sin”, and always carries around a red cat. What is her true identity--?

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Shaw Freezis

(Tsukuyomi Shouta)

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Age: 12 (Born: 493)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Father; Keel, Mother; Mikina, Big Sister; Yukina, Little sister; Aile

The eldest son of the Freezis family, and Yukina’s younger brother. He’s cheeky, but he’s also a young boy who puts his family first. He’s studying know-how on modern commerce as Keel’s heir.

*This character was based on the VOICEROID character “Tsukuyomi Shouta” published by AH-Software Co. Ltd.

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Mikina Freezis

(miki)

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Age: 32 (Born: 473)

Nationality: Marlon

Race: Marlon

Religion: Levin Held sect

Relatives: Husband; Keel, Children; Yukina (eldest daughter), Shaw (eldest son), Aile (second daughter)

Keel’s wife, and mother of three. She has a very good eye for people, but when it comes to her children she turns into a bit of a worrywart.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID2 Artist Engine01 character “SF-A2 codename miki” published by AH-Software Co. Ltd.

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Eve Moonlit

(Hatsune Miku)

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Age: NO DATE (~014)

Nationality: Elphegort

Race: Elphe

Relatives: Husband, children (stillbirth), two adoptive children

The “Original Sinner” who was the impetus for the creation of the “Seven Deadly Sins” and the “Vessels of Deadly Sin”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Character Vocal Series 01 “Hatsune Miku” published by Crypton Future Media.

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Sateriasis Venomania

(Camui Gackpo)

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Age: NO DATE (~137)

Nationality: Beelzenian Empire

Race: Asmodean

Relatives: NO DATE

The duke of Asmodean in the Beelzenian Empire. He used a “Vessel of Deadly Sin” to cause the “Venomania Incident”.

*This character was based on the VOCALOID 2 Artist Vocal character “Gackpoid” published by Internet Co., Ltd.

26th place with 1 vote (tied)

Trauben fruit

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Producing area: Entire Evillious region

Classification: Flowering vine

Traits: The fruit grows in bunches, and can be made into things like wine.

We counted 366 votes in all!

Thank you for all the poll responses!!

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sadoeuphemist · 4 years ago

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Stories I thought about writing, but didn’t:

my voice is poisonous, a gift from a strange god my parents once befriended. I’m careful not to speak, but I know they’re afraid.

A poison-voiced girl is born to deaf parents, but falls in love with a hearing boy. Their courtship is marked on her end by a thrilling restraint, biting her lip, knowing she could kill him with an indiscretion; he, on the other hand, longs to see her act without inhibition. He manages to make her laugh, sigh, gasp out in wonder - each time he falls ill from the poison of her voice, but is undeterred even in his convalescence, returning renewed in his goal to tease another sound out of her.

Her parents tell her to break it off; she’ll kill him. She reluctantly agrees. He refuses, pleads with her, grasps her hands so she can’t sign. In anguish she cries out his name — but lo! he does not sicken, does not die. It turns out his repeated exposures to her voice have mithridatized him against it. She can speak around him freely! They both agree that this development has taken a lot of the excitement out of the relationship, but it has been replaced with a greater casualness and intimacy that balances it out.

I can see the angels in their true form, a thousand splendid eyes and all. They think it’s funny, and have taken to hanging around my apartment

The angels start making excuses to keep showing up at my apartment, in the manner of the annunciation, but for increasingly trivial reasons. They come bearing tidings about how I should definitely get the turkey wrap for lunch, which brand of fabric softener I should buy, how that quarter I’ll find on the sidewalk is a sign that I am favored by God. They come bearing bad tidings too: The Lord has heard of all the evil in your printer, and has sent us here to jam it. Their presence becomes completely overbearing, but they are insistent. There’s a reason you see us in our true forms, they say, all their splendid eyes shining. Is it so hard to believe that the God that formed every atom of you in the womb should watch over you always, that every mundane moment of your existence in this world is shot through with the divine?

There was a body in the river, ice cold and snow white. Sometimes it was all the way dead. Sometimes it sat up and talked to me.

A king has declared that whoever can complete the following tasks shall marry his daughter: 1) to recover a lost treasure stolen from his family hundreds of years ago; 2) to name the start of the pact between men and horses; and 3) to find a cure to the plague ravaging the land.

Our plucky folk hero helps an old lady who sits by the river; she tells him of the snow white body within, who has sat up and spoken to her at odd times throughout her life. It is the spirit of the glacier: the glacier melts, and forms the river; layer by layer the past frozen in it is uncovered, parts of it living and parts of it dead. Our hero builds many bonfires and melts the glacier faster; the body lives and dies and lives many times over and tells him the three answers. 1) The thief fell into a crevasse and was frozen over; the ice is melted now, and the treasure can be recovered. 2) Iron horseshoes frozen in the glacier reveal the pact is many thousands of years old. 3) The plague is an old one, frozen and released anew with the glacier’s melting; it is carried in the livestock, and they must be slaughtered.

The hero solves the king’s tasks and marries his daughter. Presumably the new king is then faced with the challenge of the rising sea levels; no idea how that plays out.

“We’re all nice to each other here,” they told us, “we’ve got angels in the hills. They like it when we’re nice. And they see everything.”

This one’s tough to summarize adequately. Two men are going door to door, seemingly taking a survey of the religious beliefs in a small town. They finish, sit together in their car. People have been very cooperative. One of the men remarks that the local religious beliefs are disappointingly unremarkable: yes, they believe in angels watching from the hills, but most people believe in an omniscient God watching over them, and whether it is God or his intercessors, does it make a significant difference?

They sit in the car. Perhaps they smoke in the lazy sunlight. They have finished their survey ahead of time. One of them proposes: Suppose we have a picnic lunch up in the hills?

They park at the base of the hill and walk up. Lovely day. They spread out a blanket from the car, stretch their legs out on the grass, take off their coats, loosen their ties. They’ve brought their packed lunch, sandwiches, a thermos of lemonade. They talk about how pleasant all the people were. Their kind of religion seems so ... brittle, one of the men remarks. If I thought there was someone waiting to punish me the moment I stepped out of line, I’d want to do something horrible just to get it over with.

You think so? says his partner. I think just the opposite. The grand problem with religion is that there aren’t enough consequences for wickedness. I know if I saw the wicked being smote down on a regular basis, I would very satisfied in my religion indeed.

Well, of course you would; you’re a sadist.

Me? A sadist? Hardly.

You’re a sadist, his partner says teasingly. A sadist and brute.

They smile at each other. Idle conversation. There is a suggestion that they have visited many such towns and cities, asking the same question, but have yet to receive a satisfactory answer. At one point one of them notes that there’s something in the trees, but this remark is ignored and nothing is ever made of it. The conversation turns back to whether the angels in the hills are real or not. The ‘sadist’ stands up, declares his intent to do something wicked to test them. He marches around, swinging his arms, then looks around at the trees and puts his hands on his hips and laughs.

You know, up here away from society, he declares, I can’t think of a single wicked thing to do!

(Maybe a conversation here about how he could tear branches from trees, despoil the scenery, find an animal to kill; but then again animals in nature strip bark from trees, kill each other bloodily all the time, tear each other to bits, so how wicked could that be, really?)

He looks down at his partner still lying back on the blanket. Unless, of course, I were to do something wicked to you.

Whatever happens next, it is very leisurely. The scene is easy, very relaxed. Lovely day. Calm. Bright blue sky. Clouds float across it, white like feathered wings, and then pass, leaving not a trace behind.

None of us can imagine what life was like before the Clocks came, before clockwork cities, and all their technology. They rebuilt our crumbling society, in perfect, mechanical order.

Brief musings on a hypothetical pre-Clock society. A society built around the sun, all buildings roofless, everyone’s necks craned upward. Cities built running north to south so as not to block anyone’s view of the rise and set. A society built around hourglasses, everyone judging the passage of time by the sand puddling around their feet, knees, waists, clambering up onto growing dunes, waiting for the flip, for the sand to slowly drain away and the furnishings of their homes to be uncovered. Perhaps this was our unimaginable life before the Clocks came: sands stretching far away and bare, the hypothetical counterpart bulb of an hourglass reflected invisible above us, empty and vast with unrealized possibility, waiting to be reset.

When I was very young, I met a bear at the edge of the woods. Before I could play dead, it bowed to me.

Jokey little fic where a child is instructed on the etiquette of bears: when to bow, when to curtsy, when to raise your hands and make yourself as large as possible, when to climb a tree, when to play dead. (Note that grizzlies are territorial, so if they attack you and play dead they’ll leave you alone because the threat is neutralized; whereas black bears are not territorial, so playing dead will do no good because a black bear will only attack if it deliberately wants to fuck you up.)

I was given very specific instructions. Go to the rosebush on a clear night. As the moonlight turns the roses silver, feed them three drops of blood.

After years of trying for a child, a couple turns to an old witch to help. The woman is instructed to eat a rose from a magical rosebush. If she first pricks her finger and stains the rose red with her blood, then she will have a son, ruddy and robust and bold in battle; if she visits the bush on a clear night and eats a rose painted silver by moonlight, then she will have a daughter, as pale and graceful and elegant as the moon.

The woman is uneasy with the implications of this binary, and says so. The witch smiles and gives her a new set of instructions. So she pricks her finger at night, her blood painted black by the moonlight, and nine months later gives birth to a child as black as a rose, who is neither boy nor girl.

Never manged to come up with a plot for this one. The kid grows up to have a career fulfilling all those “Neither man nor woman” prophecies? Eh. Kinda corny. There’s something about gender roles in fairy tales here, but I couldn’t put it together.

Not for the first time, the company time loop drill had gone very, very wrong.

I did actually write a response for this one, but it got too long and I gave up on it. Summary of the rest of the idea I had:

Time resets. Nagle confirms that it is both an actual time loop and a drill; the company is doing a controlled time loop to prepare them for the real thing. People complain. What’s the point of a drill when an actual time loop would let you keep doing things over and over until you get it right? Nagle points out that could take years, subjectively, and that this is a controlled experience where he has a code to abort the exercise if anything seriously goes wrong. He insists they try to make it work.

They go through a bunch of loops. Don’t succeed. It’s highly technical stuff that none of them are trained for. Morale drops. People start complaining, they’ve spent hours at this, they should be off duty by now. Nagle points out there’s a ruling, established with VR training, that companies don’t need to pay their employees according to their subjective experience of time, and officially they’ve only spent 34 minutes at this.

More loops. Morale drops further. People start demanding Nagle use the abort code, threatening to quit. Nagle points out that while they’re in this time loop, their actions are consequence-free, but once he ends the loop they’ll have to live with their decisions for the rest of their lives. Are they sure they really want to quit?

At that point someone loses it and kills Nagle. Shock. Panic. Some satisfaction. He’s reborn the next loop, starts screaming about it - someone kills him again. Complete social breakdown. Eventually some people decide, fuck it, let’s just live in this loop forever. Killing Nagle becomes a standard thing they do at the start of every loop, so that he can’t input the abort code. They go through various reconfigurations of their social group - orgies, riots, open paranoia where everyone colonizes a different part of the building, regressing to primitivism, open warfare between various sects, rebuilding of society along different axes of thought. Everyone starts thinking of themselves as immortal, they start calling themselves things like ‘Chronobog of the Infinite Plane of Despair’ or whatever; the narration gets increasingly surreal.

After god knows how many cycles of this, everyone finally achieves an equilibrium of perfect enlightenment. They know what must be done. They leave Nagle alive, he watches as they move in perfect unison to unlock the server room and overcome all the obstacles and repair the tachyon servers, loop is finally terminated, normal flow of time resumes.

Nagle stands up, gives a speech, starts congratulating them on completing the drill. As he talks, everyone can feel the rapport they’ve built start to slip away - they no longer understand each other perfectly outside of the context of those 34 minutes. Time is moving forward again, and with it introducing unfamiliarity, uncertainty, an impossible onslaught of variables that they cannot predict or prepare for, and they are all moving inescapably further from each other even as they glance around and try to catch each other’s eyes and keep holding on to that feeling of perfect unity - but it’s too late now, they are strangers behind familiar faces, all of them heading in their own directions, going to be returning to their own separate lives; that moment of solidarity they had is past.

And then Nagle claps his hands at them and says, “OK, drill’s over, everyone back to work!”

#fiction #dumping grounds

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years ago

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 18

The past three of four years have been terrible for you.

It all started with your two idiot cohorts, three if you want to count Tim, deciding to run away from The Operator's protection.

A late night talk between Tim and Toby clued you in to the plan but you hadn't regained control of your body in time to stop them. For all his bitching about the kid Tim had a soft spot for him; so of course the second Toby mentioned his fantasies of a “normal” life Tim tried to make it happen.

You say tried but he did in fact succeed. Tim succeeded in recklessly ripping you all from The Operator's territory and fleeing his grasp every time he made an attempt to collect you all.

At first you had thought that as soon as they realized what rough states they were all in they'd go crawling right back to Him for safety. But then came the therapists and psychiatrists, the daily affirmations and the medications.

Fucking pathetic.

Toby was getting treated for his issues and finding ways to cope with the tangled web he found himself in. It was agonizing to watch the brat slowly undo His ties, and little by little those strings started to fall away from him. He got a dog and trained it to assist him in his quest for normalcy and autonomy. Even going so far as to have it sense an oncoming seizure for Brian.

That was the only good thing Rogers had done, he'd found a way to tie them all together. Making it that much easier for them to all be found again. Sooner or later He would find you all and punish them for their misguided attempts to escape him.

You could only watch helplessly as Tim sought help and started taking medications for his “Schizophrenia”. Bastard knows Latuda will keep you away, trapped in your shared mind unable to gain access to your body.

Hoodie had been rendered near useless a bit after Rogers joined the team. Brian focusing on his relationship with Tim effectively putting such a tight lock on Hoodie that you rarely saw the proxy. Though if you were being completely honest Brian himself is a bit too much like Hoodie. It's hard for even you to tell what he's been doing to help himself these past few years. He keeps his cards pretty close to his chest.

Recently, like the past month, you've started to regain control in a few places of Tim's mind before being able to front for a few moments at a time. Tim was unaware at first and then you'd gotten cocky with that hour when he'd been making amends with that local, YN. You just felt His presence, His thrall, around and wanted to see if it was on them. The lost hour was certainly unexpected but it gave you your answer. And gave Tim a new fear.

The webs had just started forming around them but they've lost someone to Him already and it appears they'd gained a proxy as a stalker. Smells like the beginning stages of recruitment to you.

Unfortunately Tim got clued into your “awakening” - so to speak – and learned everything as you pieced it together,

God this team should've been dead long ago without your guidance. You're actually surprised any of them have made it this long.

So, Tim learned that you were back and that YN was a one way ticket back to The Operator.

As always you and Tim had opposing feelings about the discovery. Where you were over the moon and relieved that this stent of rebellion was nearly over, Tim began to get paranoid as he tends to do. He had automatically informed the other two of the “issue”. Brian was on board with Tim's plans to do some reconnaissance on the newest recruit. But Toby was adamant that Tim's paranoia was finally catching up to him after all these years.

“Just 'cause some rando says 'mask' while looking at you doesn't mean anything.” you recall Rogers saying.

Even if he'd believed Tim, Rogers didn't want to fall back in with Him and saw the reconnaissance plan as a ploy for Him to gain control back over them once again. The kid was so transparent at times.

Rogers' point wasn't entirely untrue either. If anything their continued reconnaissance would have sped up the process and have them all back under The Operator in no time. YN wasn't showing too much of their potential as of right now. But you'd guess they were intended to be a plant. Much like the role Tim played when he was seemingly unaware of The Operator.

After being a fully realized proxy Tim's status was quick to change to puppet. Allowing you to gain control over your body and do His bidding. Your position was that of the leader for this group, with Hoodie and Brian as the stalkers – always watching and recording a target's every move, Toby was a sleeper – only waking up when his skills were needed. A good thing in a sense seeing as the kid couldn't focus on a lot of his tasks without some supernatural intervention. Not to mention as a sleeper he didn't argue or sass back after receiving his orders.

Simply followed without complaint, man do you miss that.

You're the smallest team He has but somehow you were the most effective of His proxies. Something you took great pride in. Being the best meant less proxies, less proxies meant less competition and that ensured that you stayed on top and in His favor.

Unfortunately you're the only one of the group to see it that way.

Before Tim got put on Latuda, you had tried explaining to Brian and Toby the trouble you four were in for if you didn't return to The Operator. But the brat was argumentative and kept snapping at you to leave and give Tim “his” body back. Brian wasn't any help to you, just as you thought he'd locked Hoodie away for good so you didn't even have your second to back you up here.

Neither listened to you and Toby even managed to knock you out of fronting.

A phantom ache drums in your skull at the memory of him tackling you into the radiator of that motel room. Kid really doesn't know his own strength sometimes. Or maybe he had that time.

It has been fun watching YN's recruitment though. The proxy assigned to them, Bandit or something – you never learned his name. He was a tool when you'd first met, in passing on your way back from a mission, and he's still a tool now. Honestly how a puppet gets to be a solo proxy you won't ever understand. But everything he's done so far to further YN's progress has only served to ignite doubt about them within the trio.

Brian and Tim frequently break into their home, well Tim more than Brian. It's always fun to see Tim put on your mask and act like you. He's even taken to slinking in and towering over them as they slept. You remember doing that to Jay, guess he does too. He may even miss working as much as you do.

Being useful, you miss being useful. Having a purpose.

They had even roped Toby into patrolling around the house whenever YN wasn't in during his off days. For all his complaining he still followed Tim's orders, Even that motion sensor he put in the bathroom, the very same one that alerted them to Tim and Brian's presence in their home.

The whole attack had been Brian and Tim. You wanted to say you saw Hoodie for a second as YN had been tackled into the bathroom, but Hoodie would've waited for a signal.

That was all Brian.

Bashing YN's head into the linoleum had been Tim. No matter how much he tries to blame it on you in his own mind.

Tim and Toby had been getting into catty fights left and right – what do you expect when three grown men live in such a small space with a dog. But the night YN had been attacked Toby just lost it. Toby wasn't aware of your recent activity yet, both Brian and Tim thought it would put him even more on edge. It was one of the rare occasions you and Tim agreed. Because otherwise he would've been blaming everything that happened on you. No, so far all of his anger had been properly placed onto Tim. And you certainly weren't about to help him out of this grave he's dug for himself, so when you fronted only to find Toby screaming in your face you took a swing at him. Fist landing directly with his eye.

That wasn't going to help Tim, but it serves the bastard right. All the shit he's put you through. Not to mention a bit of pay back for the radiator last time you talked to Toby.

You couldn't help but notice how Brian didn't mention that you were active or even try to pin anything on to you.

He's up to something, best to be careful around him. Hoodie was always a strategist – he'd do what you needed him to no problem but if he found a better way to get the same or similar results he wouldn't always follow orders to the T.

Maybe Hoodie isn't as sealed away as you'd thought.

After taking that swing and setting Toby off, you retreated for once back to your mental cage where you watched the scene play out. Toby's good eye flashing, more like glinting as he lept at Tim who responded to defend himself from what was to him a sudden outburst. Then the burly lodge owner had split the two up and had essentially kicked Tim and by extension Brian out of the lodge. While Brian and Tim seemed to think he let Toby stay because of his condition you're willing to bet it had more to do with his little “friendship” with YN.

They seem to have captured the hearts of many of the residents of Kepler in their short time here. If what Ronnie says is to be believed then their personality would've lured Toby right in.

The kid's a sucker for a sweet face and a few kind words. Toss a couple of gentle gestures here and there and you'd have him by the balls in a second, a loyal dog till the end.

It had been a pain in the ass before, especially when dealing with Milens or even that ticking time bomb. Clockwork had been a real piece of work for sure. When Toby was first recruited the two got on like a house on fire, to your dismay. They had a twisted sort of puppy love going on for a while. You were lucky Tim had been fronting when you heard that she'd pissed him off about something or other and he was officially over and done with her. Otherwise the fucker would've gotten back together with her just to spite you.

But for once that idiot's mommy issues were working out in your favor. He's clearly attached and willing to fight his family for them. It's only been a month and this couldn't get better.

Well it could, you just need to figure out what to do with Brian.

Seeing as YN's personality shouldn't change during their transition, it's the whole reason they were selected to be a plant after all – Toby will want to follow after them to at least make sure they stay safe while working for The Operator. You're already fronting more than you have in the past four years combined so it won't be long till you can over take Timothy mentally again. Maybe lock him up for a change.

All that's left is Brian.

What will he do?

Will he follow after his love to make sure he's ok? Will he continue to run on his own? There's a chance he's been fighting Hoodie as long as you've been fighting Tim. That honestly the best case scenario for you so you won't dwell too long on the possibility.

You and Tim do share the same luck, and his tends to suck. Like a lot.

Though it's hard to hold in your giddiness when Tim hears all over town how Toby has been spending a lot of time with YN. Gossiping is practically a sport in these small towns.

You could taste Tim's fear when the transmission from the motion sensor had disconnected, either someone found it of Toby was acting in defiance.

Felt the drop in his stomach after hearing two elderly couples talk about how sweet it was to see a proper genuine courtship in the electronic age. The couple mentioned YN and Toby by name....or well description rather. All the same to Tim's dismay. And while they were probably just gossiping you and Tim both know Toby's MO by now.

Tim's mental health is suffering and it didn't help matters when he went to talk to Toby later in the week and the man barely acknowledged his pleas to stay away from them. All Toby cared about was Tim swearing to just leave YN alone and to stop hurting his friend.

Boy was he angry when Tim's response was silence and not a immediate agreement followed by an apology. It's been a while since you've seen a bloodlust in his eyes, more accurately eye, not induced by The Operator.

He'd be down right fucking feral if not for The Operator.

It's been a few days and your fun has ended. Brian having enough, had gone and spoken to Toby about everything. You're pretty sure he mentioned the fact that you're back, because when Tim finished his shift at the gas station Toby was fixing the AC unit in the RV. Of course there weren't any official apologies but Toby said he'd keep himself safe if Tim kept his head screwed on and a tighter leash on you.

Which was insulting and complete bullshit. You've only ever helped YN since meeting them. Really attacking them would only serve to keep you away from your end goal.

Returning to The Operator.

Tension in the Cowell house and at the shop has been on the rise ever since you've come to stay with the family. But it's been worse since Nate gave you the file. The file on Tobias Erin Rogers, your friend. The file you refused to read, and that's caused a rift between you and Nate. And with two days left into this stay you really hope your relationship with all of the Cowells hasn't been ruined.

Big Jo understands both sides of this argument and isn't doing much to have you reach a compromise. Seems whatever is in the folder doesn't have him as concerned as it does Nate. That reassures you a bit that Nate is in fact just being a worry wart and there's nothing actually wrong.

Dia and Little Jo have no clue about the fight or the file. They think you're just pushing against Nate's constant presence in your space. To the point that Dia has taken her smothering habits down a notch or two herself.

That you're very thankful for, it's nice having a bit of breathing room again.

The constant arguing over you needing to read and know all the gory details of Toby's personal life was something you'd very much like to do without. It just wasn't fair to Toby that you'd been handed his whole life without his knowledge. You're a firm believer that someone's past is their past and as long as they've changed it isn't their present or future.

He should have the ability to tell you his past if he wants....that's if you ever even get to that part.

Honestly if Big Jo isn't worried then it can't be that bad.

…..

Doesn't mean you aren't curious. But this is Tobias you're talking about. The sweet boy with a boxy smile who drinks iced coffees and sends his service dog to take care of you. He drove two hours to another town just for a slushie, get panic attacks from fireworks and car accidents.

….....To be fair a lot of people get that last one. And as they should, they're very serious. Hell the main contributor of you not getting your license until twenty-four was the possibility of car wrecks.

But that's besides the point.

The point is this is your friend, whatever he did...you think you'll stick by him. How bad could it be?

The mental image of a Toby drenched in blood with a wild look in his eyes races to the forefront of you mind.

Shaking your head to get rid of the imaginary scene, the one that never happened you had just imagined it after seeing the after math of his fight with Tim. Totally normal to picture your friends looking crazed as they have a horribly swollen black eye. Right?

It feels like your guilt about doubting Toby is eating away at you. You stomach rumbles and grumbles as though it's the perfect analogy for your whirling thoughts.

The witch hat embroidery lays forgotten next to you on the bed as you curl into a pillow. You don't know why but this is getting you all teary eyes. It isn't like you to be this emotional over...well anything really. And it frustrates you even more setting you up for even more emotional turmoil. Maybe it's the head trauma, maybe you're....

Fuck are you menstruating?!

With everything going on you've totally lost track. Pulling up P-Tracker on your phone you see the two days late notification on the screen. Goddammit, well that explains your emotional reactions. Jesus, you hate using the period excuse but it's accurate sometimes.

A knock at your door draws your attention away from your thoughts.

“Coming.”

Big Jo is standing on the other side, a small patient smile sits on his face. A wave of nausea hits you, you aren't sure if it's from the feeling of the imminent “dad” talk about to happen – or from you cramps.

“Can I come in?”

It's a simple request, one you don't feel comfortable denying the man in his own home.

Moving aside and letting Jo into you – his – room closing the door behind him. Jo takes a seat on the bed and picks up your embroidery.

“This 's real nice kid, you've got a real good eye for the edges.” he takes a moment longer to appreciate your craftsmanship.

You awkwardly stand by the door not saying anything. You aren't sure what to do, and even more unsure of what Jo could possibly need or want from you right now.

That's a lie you know it involves Toby. Everything seems too lately.

But why now all of a sudden, after nearly a week of not broaching the subject with you?

Looking up from your work he pats the edge of the bed, “C'mon kid we have some stuff to talk about.”, fuck he even sounds like a dad sitting his child down for a big talk.

On shaking knees you make your way over to the bed trying to will away the tears that well up due to your racing heart and haywire emotions.

“Hey 's ok, you ain't in any trouble....I....I just need to make sure you know what you're doing. You got a plan for any a this?”

You shake your head. Hell you didn't even know what you needed a plan for. What on Earth could Toby have done that was so bad?

Were they sure it was even the same Toby? Rodgers is a pretty common last name.

“I...I” your voice is scratchy as you speak, “don't even know what's going on.”

He gives you a pitying look and you hate it.

“Still haven't read that file?” another shake of your head, “You've got integrity kid, I can appreciate that.”

Jo pauses a moment as he looks at you, in a way that tells you he's comparing you to the you he's built up in his mind. Finally he's starting to piece together a more accurate picture of who you are.

“Hell I even respect it, but in a....case like this one....well” he sighs.

It's strange to see someone so normally eloquent and straight to the point be at a loss for words. To falter or hesitate with what to say next.

“That Toby kid, he.....what he's done-”

“Whatever he's done is in the past. He's in therapy I know that much so he's been getting help. Trying to move on. Surely you'd know that if you dug around to find out so much about his past.” the last part held a bit more venom than you intended but it didn't phase Jo one bit.

He even seemed to expect it.

“Didn't have to do much diggin'. His case was pretty public when he-”

“Stop!” Jo's a bit taken aback from your sudden outburst. “I don't want o hear it from you. If I hear it all it should be from Toby himself.”

You weren't stupid Jo was clearly trying to tell you the details in a subtle way but this wasn't his story to tell you. No matter what he did in the past Toby was still your friend right now and you'd respect his privacy.

“Ok, ok YN I get it. But if anything just...please be careful around him...he might not be all there.”

You knew that already and you knew Toby wouldn't hurt you. That day by the stream, just the two of you, played in your mind. The way he let you play with his hand while he was so out of it. The way he gently pushed your hands away from his when he started to come to.

No Toby wasn't all there but he's clearly trying to push past his short comings. And you'd give him the benefit of the doubt here. He may have done something awful but that didn't make him bad. Jo only knew about whatever was held in that file. He didn't know anything about the man you knew.

But did you really know Toby?

The guilt is back in full swing.

“I'll be careful but...”

You aren't sure there's anything else to say. Jo isn't forbidding you from seeing Toby again, unlike Nate. And he isn't forcing you to hear anything about Toby's past.

It hits you.

“I'm probably going to do something stupid.”

#a cure for insomnia #ticci toby #ticcitoby #ticci tobyx reader #ticci toby x reader #Timothy Wright #timothy wright x reader #timothy wright x brian thomas #Brian Thomas #brian thomas x reader #creepypasta fanfic #masky x reader

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moostaronce · 4 years ago

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Clumsy Coffee

Not requested

Clumsy Barista Yoohyeon x fem!reader

word count 2,146

A/N: My goal is to have at least one scenario for each member of Deukae since Gah has one and Sua has 3. If you have any ideas or requests let me know. My requests are still open so it doesn’t have to be Dreamcatcher. Enjoy <3

GIF from 7nsomnia

The bell above the entrance chimes as you cross the threshold for your daily visit. The tantalizing aroma of coffee beans mixed with the sweetness of cakes and pastries in the air feels like home as you make your way to the small line to the cash register. As you look around everything is as it has been on the daily. The many seating options around the small shop that are surprisingly well spaced considering the room provided.

Then you look to the front to see your favorite barista Choi Yerim at the front making drinks while your classmate Gahyeon takes orders. The person up front moves out of line to wait for their order, now there are only 2 people ahead of you.

“Coming through!”

You hear it loud and clear and then your best friend Kim Jiwoo comes bursting through the kitchen doors with a tray of hot cookies in one hand, and a bundt cake in the other. It was funny how you and Jiwoo met at this very café. She had baked the best strawberry strudel you’d ever tasted in your life. When you asked who made it she came out of the kitchen, with maybe the cutest smile you’ve ever seen to this day, and told you to call her Chuu. After that day you became a regular and have been coming here for a year and a half everyday like clockwork. You always ordered something whether you were there to study or just to keep the staff company.

Honestly, you knew everyone that worked there and they all knew you and your usual order. You would come in and order your favorite coffee, unless you were in the mood for something different, and then cycled through one of Jiwoo’s many delicious desserts.

It was now your turn and Gahyeon visibly lights up like the human lightbulb she is. She’s typing in half of your order before your even situated in front of the register.

“Hey Y/N! What’s the pastry of the day?” Her energy puts you in an amazing mood and you glance over at the case and make your decision.

“I’ll go with a cinnamon roll today. They look extra good for some reason.”

You both startle as you hear a dramatic gasp come from the right of Gahyeon. Of course, it was Chuu being extra about your statement.

“For some reason?! Did you forget where you are? Did you forget who made it? How dare you Y/N I thought we were friends!” She clutches her imaginary pearls and looks on at you with mock offense.

Neither you nor Gahyeon can quite tear your eyes away from the dramatic display that just went on before your eyes. She blindly hands you your receipt, unable to get rid of the slightly confused expression brought on by Chuu.

“Sorry?” You just shrug at your friend and shoot Gahyeon a smile before you move to the side to greet Yerim and wait for your order.

“Aye sunshine, how’s it going today?” Yerim glances up at you and smiles before refocusing her gaze on the coffee she’s making.

“Hey Y/N. You know, just another day. We’re pretty slow actually which is good and bad. I hope that means we’ll be slow tomorrow so the poor thing isn’t overwhelmed.” She says the last part in a mumble, like she was talking to herself.

“Who? What’s going on tomorrow?” She seems alarmed at your inquiry before she understands that you heard her.

“Oh! I guess you should know in advance as a regular. We have a new hire and she starts training tomorrow. I’ll be off so Minji will be training her in my place.”

“Ah, well at least it’s Minji. She has a lot of patience and a lot of skill, I’m sure she’ll be fine. Plus you know me I’ll be nice to her.”

Yerim smiles up at you as she’s putting the finishing touches on your coffee and puts your heated cinnamon roll on plate to hand to you.

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s the other customers, and Bora’s helping Chuu in the kitchen tomorrow so she’ll likely be hazed.”

The two of you laugh together at the thought of how Bora will see the new girl as fresh meat. You make your way to your favorite window seat and eat quietly while you people watch. --------

You wake up the next morning with a weird feeling that something interesting is going to happen today. You get to the coffee shop at 10:00am sharp as usual. You smell the same smells as always but the sight is a little different. Gahyeon is still at her cashier position from yesterday, but over by the coffee machine Yerim is nowhere to be found. In her place is another one of the best baristas that work here, Minji. It’s the girl right next to her that draws your attention. She’s cute. She’s a little taller than Minji but not by much and she looks nervous, like she could bolt any second. This must be the new girl, you look to her name tag out of curiosity. Yoohyeon, it states bolded in black letters on the silver plated name tag. Her hair is long and brown with blonde streaks in it and you can’t help but think about how well it suits her.

Really, you can’t tell how long you were spaced before Gahyeon squeals your name like she doesn’t see you at this same time every day. You play off your staring at Yoohyeon by moving your eyes to the pastry case as you approach.

“Hey Gah, hit me with a blueberry danish today.” You look up from the case and smile at her.

“Good choice! They just came out of the oven and Chuu won’t stop bragging about how they taste.” The sound of the kitchen doors makes you laugh since you know it’s your best friend.

“You ordered the blueberry, right? It’s so good Y/N if you don’t love it I’m breaking up with you as my best friend.” When she hears your laughter she puts on a fake pout.

“Kim Jiwoo, you couldn’t survive one day without me.”

She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water before she huffs and stalks back into the kitchen. All you can really do is just shake your head at her antics. You hand Gahyeon a twenty you tell her to keep the change with a smile and she shows her appreciation with a mega watt smile of her own. This time, when you stand in front of the barista station, Minji is the one to greet you brightly.

“Hey Y/N! I’m having our newbie make your coffee today if that’s alright. Kim Yoohyeon, meet our favorite regular Y/N. Y/N meet Yoohyeon.” Yoohyeon looks startled at the introduction as her eyes alight with recognition like she knows you.

“Ah, hello. It’s nice to meet you Jiwoo and Gahyeon told me a lot about you.” She bows a full ninety degrees as she greets you.

“Oh yeah, Yerim did say someone new was starting today. How’s it going so far?”

You watch as Minji and Yoohyeon glance at one another before Yoohyeon lets out a nervous giggle.

“Well... it is her first day so it could really be worse.” Minji says while lightly scratching her cheek.

“But don’t worry I’ll make your order perfect!”

Your laugh is light as you nod, then make your way to your usual window seat to wait. You trust that it may take her a while.

While your walking away Yoohyeon looks to Minji with wide eyes.

“You guys didn’t tell me that she’s so cute.” It comes out in a whisper for fear that you might hear her.

“Well she is? Sorry, we didn’t really think about it. Here, this is how she likes it. Then when we finish how about you go take it to her.”

Yoohyeon’s eyes almost pop out of her head but she tries to focus in on the task at hand. When the coffee is finished Gahyeon approaches her with a blueberry danish.

“Here, this is with Y/N’s order. Just a heads up she likes all of her desserts heated except for cakes.”

“O-Oh okay.”

Gahyeon notices the nervous glances Yoohyeon shoots your way and can’t help the smirk tugging at her lips.

“She’s cute, right?” Gahyeon bursts with laughter at the horrified look on Yoohyeon’s face.

“Calm down Yooh, she’s really sweet. I promise she doesn’t bite.”

Yoohyeon calms slightly at the pat that Gahyeon, then Minji land on her back. She takes a deep breath and grabs your coffee and your danish; before she knows it her legs are walking in your direction. Everything goes well until someones’ discarded receipt on the floor suddenly becomes the bane of her existence.

It happens so fast no one can really register it. No one but you apparently; since you jump from your seat and catch her awkwardly under the arms before your own quickly move to lock around her waist. Your coffee and danish lay on the floor, while Yoohyeon’s whole body leans forward against you. That’s when you both realize that she’s only really standing because of the tight hold you have on her. You’re a bit caught off guard because you didn’t even see how she fell, you just acted but now your closeness is starting to sink in.

“Are you alright?” Your voice is soft against her ear and sends a shiver through her body that you can feel.

You pull away and hold her at arms length checking her over to see if she’s hurt, mistaking the shiver for pain. You’re so focused on checking her for wounds, that you miss the deep red her ears turn. When you meet her eyes you see that she’s chewing on her lip nervously and she’s gone a bit red.

“Hey, it’s okay. Things like this happen on the first day. Don’t stress about it, okay?”

Your smile is just as warm as your words, maybe warmer. When you let her go completely, she bows to you again and apologizes like there is no tomorrow. Then she scurries away back to the barista counter and slams her head on the clean space next to Minji. Gahyeon makes her way over to the mess to clean it up for her and Minji just pats her on the back. Chuu and Bora have their heads peaked through the kitchen door, having seen everything but the fall itself.

“I bet she thinks I’m a loser now.”

“Maybe not, she looks worried over there.”

Yoohyeon lifts her head up and locks eyes with you. She watches you sigh in relief and smile at her before you return to helping Gahyeon clean up her mess.

“Wait, she’s a customer I should be doing that.” Minji just chuckles at her.

“Told you she was sweet. Maybe you should ask her out.”

“No way, after that display she’d probably laugh in my face.”

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Every day after that day you return as usual to find Yoohyeon scrambling around. Every day she either drops something, trips, or almost fumbles somebody’s order, but it only worsens when you arrive. Without knowing it or meaning to you make her so nervous she could pass out. She thinks that you might look down on her for being so clumsy; but every day you see her, you like her a little more.

You have been working up the nerve to confess, until one day you just stay until she clocks out.

“Hey, Yoohyeon. Come sit. I want to talk to you about something.”

Yoohyeon looks at you like a deer caught in headlights but shuffles over and takes a seat anyway. The two of you look at each other for a while before you open your mouth to speak. However, before you even utter a word the most relieving sentence spills from her mouth.

“I like you!” She says it so quick that you almost miss it, and it surprises her so much that she covers her mouth with both hands. Her eyes are wide like they always are when she surprises herself.

Yoohyeon looks on at you and relaxes a little when a genuine smile spreads across your face.

“Me too. I like you too, Yoohyeon. Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

Another mortified expression.

“Oh! Well I look like a mess right now I’d need time to go home to shower and change and I-” She stops speaking abruptly when you grab her hand off the table and hold it gently.

“Yoohyeon. It’s 2pm. I was thinking of having dinner more around 6:30. Is that enough time?” Your thumb strokes warm soothing patterns into her soft skin as you speak.

She looks down at your hands with a blush and a smile, then looks back up to meet your eyes and nods. You take note of the cute dimple that appears when she directs her smile at you; and you think that maybe you’ve finally found a prettier smile than your best friend’s.

“It’s a date then.” You tilt your head a little and grin.

“A date.”

#Girl group scenarios #girl group fluff #Dreamcatcher scenarios #Dreamcatcher fluff #Yoohyeon scenarios #Yoohyeon fluff #MooStarOnce

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mypersonmyg · 5 years ago

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Hey Danii! How are youu? Hope you're well! And oo as for the drabble request, I'v never done this before, so I dunno if there's a protocol or not but how about a NamjoonxReader drabble, where the reader is their new makeup artist and just as clumsy as Joon and so ends up poking his eye a little when she was doing his makeup? Just some humor, fluff, good ol comfort fic. Anywhoo, I hope you have a good day ahead 💖

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

Rating: pg

Warnings: None.

A/N: Aditi! Thank you for the request and sorry I took abnormally long to write it. I’ve been better, but I could worse, how are you?? I hope this is okay I have...never put on makeup in my life so there are very little logistics there (oops) but I hope other than that you enjoy it and it is fluffy and clumsy enough for you :)

You frown, eyeing your colleagues who chatter animatedly in your peripheral. The drag of your icy hands over the back of smooth leather being your only source of calm without the mumblings of reassurance you’d offered yourself on your way in. You envy the way no one else in the room seems to bother with nerves or take the time to double and triple check their station.

You felt thrust in a league where you didn’t belong, fresh faced and big eyed. It was a feeling only reserved for this moment, the time you’ve allotted to get your insecurities out of the way, because if you didn’t belong you wouldn't be here.

You raise your gaze from where it’d been situated against the expanse of white counter and glance to one side locking eyes with one of the other artists. She offers you a nod and an encouraging smile. You return the gesture, your eagerness nearly sending your freshly stocked case of brushes careening into the fragile mirror positioned against the outer edge of the counter.

“Don’t be so nervous, they’re so kind you’ll feel like you’re working with a friend. Namjoon can be very amicable, but don’t take offense if he doesn’t speak much, he likes to take some time to himself before a shoot.” The kind words settle in your mind, your nerves sated for the moment.

You shift the mirror inwards, your own clumsiness more than enough reason to save the object from falling to its demise. But you’ve bore witness to the clumsiness of the tall dimpled leader, his calming stature not nearly enough to assure you that you were safe from incident. Your ears pick up a commotion from the hall, your gut sending you to stand just to the right of your chair, a friendly smile naturally filling your cheeks.

Through the opened door, the seven members waltz in, all with varying degrees of temperament. None of them miss the chance to politely greet their staff, some sporting boyish smiles and others impish grins as they come to settle in their stools. Your station is the farthest away, Namjoon’s eyes already more focused on his phone than the path ahead of him. It’s clockwork the way the staff dodges and weaves around the gentle giant, his eyes rarely drifting from his screen.

A fraction of your mind is relieved that he seems to be preoccupied, the thought of having to hold any form of verbiage with him too daunting to consider. Namjoon lowers himself into the chair, his eyes scanning the groups schedule for the coming weeks. He paid little mind to what was happening around him, his lower half easily sliding into his usual stool at the far end of the room. He feels the cool hands of his stylist begin to prep his face, her skin much smoother than he remembered, the years of working in the industry leaving her with more calluses than Namjoon could count.

He lifts his head just as you move toward him, the edge of the brush you're grasping colliding with his cheek. Not only does the contents of the brush smudge against his skin, but the shock of his sudden movement sends you jolting back, the palate in your hand spilling to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" Your mortification is evident in your tone and you duck down, aware of the eyes from the other stations around the room.

"Love the new look, hyung." Jeongguk snickers a few chairs away, Namjoon sending him a look.

You quickly gather up your mess, rising from the ground far more nervous than when you'd begun. You avoid the few eyes that remained, sneaking glances at your mortified state, and turn to Namjoon with a bow of your head.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching what I was doing."

"No no, it was my fault. Please don't worry," you bring a wipe to his face, sliding the wet cloth along his cheeks while simultaneously attempting not to stand too close. "I just realized you're not my usual artist."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself," You're mentally scolding yourself for your lack of professionalism. But Namjoon is watching you with renewed intrigue. "I'm Y/n. If I don't get fired after today I'll be working with you from now on."

"So I'll be seeing a lot of you then, good." The words are spoken in finality and you smile, returning to the task at hand. Namjoon finds it hard to ignore the fragility with which you handle him and he frowns at the thought that he made you so nervous on your first day. He chooses to ignore the suggestive looks his members are sending him and glances at you in the mirror. “So you’re new here then?”

“Yes,” You answer politely, determined not to do anything to further your embarrassment.

“That’s great!” Namjoon’s words hold an overenthusiastic tint, the sheer volume making it borderline sarcastic. Not his intention, but he can see that you shrink into yourself just a little more. “I mean, you seem great. I’m glad to get to work with you or let you work on me.”

Your only response is a hum, focusing on your work in the hopes that Namjoon will opt to take this time for himself. He doesn’t pick his phone up anymore and you feel the slightest of tremors in your hand as he watches you. You avoid letting your eyes fall on the mirror where he intently observes your every move. His hand is placed just below his jaw and his dimples are at their peak. You’d venture to call it adorable were it not for the way your heart beat like the dropping of an anvil.

The space between the two of you decreases significantly when you move in to do the makeup around his eyes. You take a deep breath, not positive you’ll be able to take anymore when you’re that close to him. You try to ignore the way he continually tries to capture your gaze with his own, sure that he must just be toying with you at this point.

Your hands are busy working with the contours of his features, making sure that you’re choosing the right shades and mixtures. Namjoon can’t help the way he gets lost in your concentration, the way one corner of your mouth shifts to the side when you’re thinking, and the way your eyes are rapidly shifting to all corners of his face. He chuckles at your thorough avoidance, admiring your unyielding stance.

You shift back momentarily, turning your attention back to the plethora of makeup settled before you. You note the laughter coming from the other artists and members around the room and despite your earlier relief you feel a tinge of jealousy at the ease with which they converse.

“I’m sorry if I offended you with my comment.” You’re caught off guard by Namjoon’s deep timber and you turn to him with a tilt of your head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I am genuinely glad to meet you.”

He wasn’t lying. A part of him was grateful that his previous stylist had been moved to a different position. His unprecedented interest in the woman before him reason enough for him to sit in makeup for what felt like hours.

“Well I did kind of smear makeup all over you, so no hard feelings.” You offer him a smile once more leaning in, brush placed before his eye.

“Also my fault, but thank you.” Namjoon slides his eyes over the station next to his to find the maknaes sending him nods of encouragement and thumbs of approval. He sighs, his attention returning to your thoughtful gaze. “I think we should talk after this.”

“What?” You lose pace, your hand jumping at the most inopportune of times and the tool in your hand jabs straight into Namjoon’s eye. “Oh my god.”

You back away, hands coming to cover your face. They drop almost immediately and you grab a hold of Namjoon’s plump cheeks and look into his eyes. When he said talk you were sure that he wanted to dismiss you in a more private setting, your actions thus far only cementing the idea that perhaps you didn’t belong here. You trace a thumb around the outer edge of his eye, catching a stray tear from the impact.

“God, I might as well just stop apologizing at this point. Are you okay?” You ignore the pounding in your heart and the way your hands begin to clam up. Any attraction you have to the man before you is completely inappropriate given the current circumstance. “I’ll get someone else to finish up.”

“No, please.” His hands lightly grasp your wrists to hold you in place. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, the question was very inappropriate if me”

“Inappropriate? You’re kind of my boss, you’re allowed to talk to me about my job performance. It hasn’t been all that great so far.”

“Job performance? Oh no, you misunderstood.” Namjoon becomes flustered, his dimples expanding ten fold as he pulls away lowering his head. You look around to see that the room has cleared since you last checked, and you inwardly groan, adding tardiness to your growing list of failures.

“We should get you finished, everyone else is already gone. I don’t want to get either of us in any trouble.”

“Sure, but can I try this again?” You pause, brush poised between your fingers and no intent to cause anymore injuries.

“Um...okay.”

“I know we literally just met, but I would love it if you would accompany me to dinner sometime.” You nearly lose all function, the words he had spoken being the last thing you expected to hear slip past his lips. Namjoon takes your pause as response enough, his hand swiping over the nape of his neck, irritated by the sudden heat of his nerves.

“I would love to.” You smile at the wide eyed look on his face, your confidence raising an iota as you get back to finishing his face. Namjoon slides his stress dampened hands against his pants and sighs in relief. “But maybe we could go somewhere that neither of us run the risk of breaking anything...or anyone.”

“Aw, but what’s the fun in that?”

Maybe you’re not so bad at your job after all.

#bangtanhq #bangtanidx #ficswithluv #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #drabble #namjoon x reader #ditttiii

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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"There are tick marks on your dominant arm. Red marks represent how many people you’ve fallen in love with. These marks turn black if the person has died. You gain a white tick mark when you’ve met your soulmate, and it turns golden when you’ve fallen in love with them." You know what's up. Give my some of that 👌 good Giyuu content.

Heyyy, Biz!!! I hope this is alright. 😭 Maybe it’s just me but it feels too... iffy. Or maybe it’s bc it took an entirely new direction than what I wanted last night. 😂

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Giyuu x F!S/O: There are tick marks on your dominant arm. Red marks represent how many people you’ve fallen in love with. These marks turn black if the person has died. You gain a white tick mark when you’ve met your soulmate, and it turns golden when you’ve fallen in love with them (Modern AU, SFW Scenario):

Warning: Slight Angst with Happy Ending, Mentions of Sabigiyuu

The black tick mark on (Y/n)’s right wrist hurt her to look at it; not only because it was a permanent stain on her skin, but also because it was a constant reminder of what she could never have.

No matter how much she cried herself to sleep, or how horribly she cursed at the world, she knew she would never have a taste of what it was like to be loved by the person who was meant for her.

Ever since she was born the tick mark had been the same black color, so every single person she’d met always looked at her with pity in their eyes. At that point, their pity towards her felt so inevitable.

Hell, their pity felt like something akin to clockwork for her. She had become so used to it that she’d successfully mastered the art of ignoring them.

But, really, she wasn’t resilient enough to keep up her impassive looks whenever she tried to ignore the ‘i’m so sorry for your loss’ lines that were hurled at her. It was starting to get irritating, and that was how she found herself packing up her things and moving to Tokyo.

She never would have considered a fresh start, had she not been offered a job as an office worker in Akasaka. And with her sister living there, and in need of someone to watch over her daughter from time to time, she didn’t hesitate to grab the opportunity to move.

But she was sincerely regretting her decision at that moment because, as she scampered out of the train station, she was hit with the realization that someone like her was not a good fit for the big, bad city.

Or maybe that had more to do with the fact that her boss had saddled her with so many tasks due the next week; all because she had to go on an emergency leave to attend to her niece.

With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) hitched her bag higher on her shoulder, then began the short walk to Kimetsu Gakuen.

Once she was there by the gates, a man in a blue track suit greeted her with a nod. “I’m Tomioka Giyuu. Are you (L/n) Misaki’s mother?”

She had to blink twice and clear her head, because all that was in it was how pretty the raven-haired man’s entire face looked. His eyes, especially, were what drew her to him— as they were a pretty shade of blue that contrasted nicely with his hair.

“I- I’m her aunt. (L/n) (Y/n). My sister’s away on a business trip.” There was a brief silence between them, with both of them merely staring at the other— seemingly in a trance, until (Y/n) added, “Do you need any form of ID to verify if it’s the truth?”

“Huh? Yeah, an ID would be good,” Giyuu answered quickly, as if he was shaken from his reverie when she began to reach into her purse; only to notice that she didn’t have any tick marks on either of her wrists.

That fact dampened his spirits, and he didn’t even know why. Because she was essentially a stranger, aside from the fact that she was one of his students’ guardians.

He immediately shook the thought off, instead focusing on accepting the card she held out to him.

However, just as he took the ID from her, the hem of his sleeve rid up his arms. The move exposed more of his wrists to their gazes, which had Giyuu’s own eyes widening at the sight of the white tick mark that had appeared on his skin.

There used to be two black tick marks on his right wrist, which had saddened him immensely; but at that moment, there was a black one as well as a white one there. And he could think of only one explanation for it...

However, as he looked between the ID in his hands, as well as the woman in front of him— most notably her wrists— he didn’t see even the tiniest sliver of a white mark along her skin. So, with a quiet sigh, he handed the item back to her.

It couldn’t have been her if she didn’t have a mark. But she was the only new factor in his life, which would explain why one of his own marks had turned white.

But the fact remained: she didn’t have one to prove that she was his soulmate.

Every ounce of his being wanted to ask her if she received any; maybe in some other parts of her arm— like the inside of her elbow, which was being covered by her rolled up sleeve— yet shyness took over the forefront of his mind and he was left staring intently at her sleeve-clad right arm.

“Is there something wrong, sensei?” The young woman asked softly, as she blinked almost owlishly at him.

And in response, Giyuu shook his head before motioning for her to follow him. He was more than willing to bring up the front of their short walk, if only to hide the blush that tinted his cheeks.

She was too adorable for words, and he would be lying if he didn’t say just how fast the mere sight of her made his heart beat.

“Is Misaki in any sort of trouble? I spoke to Uzui sensei over the phone, but all he told me that Misaki had made something explode in the art room,” (Y/n) began softly, trying really hard to ignore the way that his back muscles moved beneath his clothes. When really, she couldn’t take her eyes off of them— she was so enamored with a stranger that she felt so ashamed of herself.

It didn’t help that the concealer she had put on top of her mark was beginning to feel so thick and sludgy along her skin. She wanted to rub it off, if it would help alleviate some of the discomfort that she felt.

But she didn’t have tissues; nor was it really wasn’t the time to do that, what with her being summoned to the principal’s office.

“No, I don’t think she is,” The young man answered quietly, as he made an effort not to give in to his urges and look at her over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) trudged along behind him, going up the stairs and never letting her gaze drift away from him. The feeling she had inside of her felt so unexplainable; she was so attracted to Tomioka-sensei that it was raising alarms inside her head.

She listened to him drone on and on about how Uzui-sensei was an eccentric teacher who had a way with exaggerated words, but she could absorb none of them; as all she could focus on was the calming sound of his voice caressing her ears.

Her feet followed him up each step, until her heel got caught in a chipped tile— which caused her to grab on to the hem of his jacket.

Immediately, Giyuu turned around to face her, quickly— but hesitantly— grabbing her hand on his jacket...

And it was as if he had been transported back in time.

Flashes of years long past played in his mind; some with images of a peach-haired boy with him, while others were with someone who looked uncannily like her.

Every flicker of a new image in his mind had his head reeling even further. He felt all of the things that the person with the memories felt back then— especially when the said person looked down at their wrist and saw two golden tick marks, right before looking up and finding the same peach-haired boy and the same young woman he’d just met at the present time.

Before Giyuu knew it, he had tears streaming down his face, as his mind slowly went down from the onslaught of memories that barraged him mere seconds before.

His heart simultaneously felt so broken and whole at the same time because, for one: he finally understood what the other black tick mark meant, and the other reason being that he’d finally found one of the people his soul had been looking for after all these years.

All the while, (Y/n) could only look dumbly up at her niece’s teacher, with tears brimming in her own eyes as she tried not to wrap her arms around him— in fear that he had not experienced the barrage of memories that she’d just had.

However, judging by the way his tear-filled gaze softened when it focused right on her, she knew that he had seen the things she had.

And slowly, Giyuu pulled her up into his arms— wrapping her tightly within his embrace as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. His hands, no matter how much he willed them to stop shaking, never ceased to do so— even has he cradled the back of her head and neck with them.

“It’s you. I’ve finally found you, (Y/n).”

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years ago

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Calluna

Pairing: Saeran Choi/Reader

Fairytale AU.

Description:

The Prince has been bound to the castle walls, and he’s never been able to leave from it. The only place that he has to escape to are the books that he reads and the garden that he’s allowed to venture into every evening. But, what happens when he encounters someone that has eyes that know a world unlike his own?

Inspired by a drawing by @sensetenou

Chapter Index

Chapter Eight

The day came before he knew it.

It was strange to think that the pieces had finally come together for him and that he would be taking the crown after all this time. This seemed more like a dream than anything but the queen assured him that it was time for him to become the man that his father always knew him to be.

He just had to be prepared to present himself to the rest of the world with a strong face. They thought him to be a sickly boy but he had to prove that murmur wrong. He wasn’t sure about it, but, it was his fate and he had been preparing for years to take this spot in the line of ascension. It was the way that it was meant to be.

Ray went about his tasks that entire week like clockwork, practicing what he needed to say and touching upon the last of what he needed to prove to the queen he was ready. She deemed him ready that final morning and the rest would be history. The crown would be pulled from its tucked-away place that night and put upon his head.

Would it be unreasonable to say that he was less excited about that prospect and more about the fact that you would be attending the party?

He knew what it would feel like to take control of the kingdom, but what he didn’t know was what it would feel like to see you all dressed up at the party, offering your hand to him as he spun you around in a dance that he had been dreaming of ever since that night you stole a kiss from his lips. Speaking of that kiss, his lips still tingled at the memory.

Ray had wanted more but he didn’t dare ask it of you. He was just happy that you had given such a high gift to him. It had caught him so off-guard that he didn’t even remember to tell you what the party was for. He was so caught up in the idea of inviting you that he didn’t even get to say that he would be able to make everything safe for you.

He would make everything safe for the people again.

No one would owe any debts in his kingdom, that would be the first order he would take his the crown touched his brow. It was a surprise, and he couldn’t wait to see your face. It wasn’t an insult to you nor a sentiment that he wanted you to owe him anything. He knew that you were trapped in a contract like one would find themselves in one of the books he read.

It wasn’t your choice and you had been bound to it since you were a child. It wasn’t fair to you to have to pay someone back for being a child who had nothing and no other choice but to take things to get by in this world. He had all this power and he was going to use it so that no one would ever hurt in the way that you were.

This was a place of honor, and on his pride, he would never let anyone suffer from chains such as those weighing them down.

He hadn’t told anyone about it. He had a feeling that the queen would enjoy his idea because it came from a place that the former king would have thought of. She had never strayed him wrong in thinking that he should try his best to be a good son who continues to keep the honor of his father on his mind when he ruled over the people.

She would take care of foreign affairs and he would protect the homeland. It would be a time of true prosperity. That all started tonight, Ray thought, as he dressed for the evening and watched as the many guests arrived from the homeland and from the surrounding kingdoms to celebrate him and his new spot on the throne.

There was a puddle of nerves in the pit of his gut, but he did his best to swallow it down and put on the friendly face that had been drilled into him. He had to be everything that one expected a prince to be and more. The thought lay heavy on him as he pulled the mask over his face and nodded, knowing that it was time to greet the world sooner rather than later.

And, it was time to see you once more.

The party was in full swing when he joined the guests, the people chatting and enjoying themselves to their heart’s content. There were so many people, so many people flooding in the castle that had been barren save for the safe for such a long time. He was amazed, frankly, as the families of high status were mingling with those of common birth.

The world may not have been a perfect place as he had idealized, but it felt like for just a single moment on the floor of the ballroom, it could be everything that his father wanted. He wanted the people to be happy and to feel as though the entire kingdom was united no matter what status you were born into or what your circumstances were.

Ray was going to make good on that idea.

It was another thing entirely to watch amongst this sea of people without a single one of them knowing that he was the prince. He was afforded this luxury by the queen, she wanted him to enjoy some fun before he introduced himself and this was the perfect way to do so. It was also an excuse for you to be on the castle grounds without anyone bothering you.

It was a benefit not only to him but to you as well.

He took his time wading through the people and smiling at the people. He really did feel like he was free at that moment, able to exist without anyone knowing who he was, or the fact that he had a big curse on his head. He wondered if this was what it felt like or you to be someone who no one knew and someone who had nothing to fear but the vastness of the open world in front of them. The beat of the music around him made the world come alive in a way that he couldn’t piece into words.

The only thing that was missing was his guest of honor.

He did try to enjoy himself, for the time being, just letting the freedom that washed over him until he felt something tap against his shoulder.

He turned around to see a familiar mask gracing your face in front of him. It was a mint-colored mask with gems etched onto the right side, and a gold floral pattern etched into the fabric. A brown feather gently tucked into your hair told him enough, it was the long-awaited sparrow of his dreams. A smile came to him fast.

This mask may have obscured your features to him, but he knew, he knew that it was you because he had given you this mask to wear for him. You didn’t say a word, but he offered you his hand, “Would you care to join me for a dance?”

You took his hand and he whisked you away.

Spinning around and around the dance floor, he could feel his pulse race as your aura surrounded all of his senses. He had long imagined what it would be like to enjoy a dance with you in a crowded room, but as it turned out, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist when you were with him.

You were the only one that mattered. Ray could almost chuckle at that fact. Of course, after spending so much time with you, existing where no one could see the secrets that danced between your lips and your longing smiles, of course, he could only focus on you when the rest of the world was with him. It was all that he wanted.

More than the crown, more than all the power in the world, more than all the money he could own, more than anything he had ever imagined. He was being presented an honor tonight that most people could only dream of and yet, the only thing that he wanted was more time with you. He wanted to be able to exist in this moment of freedom with you.

He almost didn’t need words to convey that.

Ray somehow felt that you understood his longing because your hand gripped his just a bit tighter when he met your gaze. Perhaps, this longing that he felt was much stronger than a crush. He didn’t know what it felt like to be in love with someone, other than what he had read in books but when it came to you, something made of flesh and bone?

Everything he knew was thrown out the window when you came into the picture.

He wasn't upset about that, he welcomed this confusion with open arms and a smile. You may have been a thief, but the only thing that you truly stole was his heart. That wasn't a crime, though, and he would gladly let you steal his heart from him over and over if it meant that he had a chance to be in your company. This was everything that he wanted and at that moment, it felt like he was truly this blessed prince instead of one cursed to forever stay in the castle he was born to.

He hoped that the dance would never end, but the music did come to a halt and you stared at him for the longest moment, something at the corner of your lips as if there was something that you had wanted to tell them. "I'm happy you came," he said.

"Thank you for inviting me," you said, automatically. "I've never seen you look happier, my prince."

"And I've never seen you so dazzling," he returned. There was a faint blush on his cheek that he couldn't hide away, not from you. There was a smile on your lips but it didn't seem to meet your eyes as it normally did. "I mean it. Everyone in the room hasn't taken their eyes off of you. You've managed to enchant the entire kingdom just by being yourself with me. If I didn't know any better, I would dare say that they think you're royalty while I'm merely a commoner vying for your attention."

The laugh on your lips was weak for some reason.

"No," you said. "They're all looking at you, Ray. You're to be our king and they know a kind soul when they see one. You're going to be amazing."

Oh, so you knew the truth.

Ray tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear with a smile. "Thank you, [Y/N]. You've always believed in me and seen me for someone more than that. I want to be a great king so you'll be proud of me."

You looked away from him, your hand slowly removing itself from his grasp. "I am proud of you, Ray," you whispered. "I always will be. I hope that you'll never forget just how much you mean to me, and I hope that no matter what happens, you'll always think of me fondly."

Why were you saying such things? It wasn't like you were going away forever. He knew that you would always come to visit him, even if he was the king. He leaned over and gently brushed his lips to your own in a gentle peck. You didn't push him away. You accepted that kiss as if your life depended on it. His heart raced and his knees felt weak, but it confirmed everything that he had been long thinking about. He was in love with you and he wanted to be by your side forever. He wanted you to want to be by his side. The future could be something amazing once this evening was over, but he could say the same of you.

He hoped that you would forgive him for setting you free from your chains.

"I can say the same," he murmured, his forehead pressed against your own. "I hope you'll always keep me deep inside your heart."

Silence overtook the two of you for a single moment, a solitary moment where the world didn't matter, just the feeling that the two of you felt for each other. The moment was broken when a hand brushed against his shoulder, Yoosung come to grab his attention, of course.

"I hate to interrupt, my prince, but your presence has been requested by King Han," he smiled, rather apologetically to Ray and you. "It's a pressing matter that needs to be discussed. I hope your friend won't mind if I cut in?"

"..."

"It's alright," your voice came from his side. You pressed your hand against his shoulder for a long second and squeezed. "Go on, my prince. You've got matters of state to attend to. I'll be here when you return, okay?"

Ray smiled at you. "I promise I won't be long."

"Take your time," you said.

He spared you one more look as Yoosung lead him away from you, and he felt like something was amiss in those eyes of yours that he loved so very much. He didn't want to press you about anything that may be bothering you.

He imagined that perhaps your nerves were a bit out of sorts from being in the castle. He knew that you were safe, though, as long as you wore the mask that he had given to you, nothing would come to harm you.

Right?

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badsext · 5 years ago

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Sunshine and Possibilities: Diego x Reader x Klaus

This one is for @chipster-21 💜 Sorry it took me so long. I hope you like it. Special thank you to @moorehollandplz for helping me with plot stuff!!! 🤗

Author’s Note: Since the show takes place in a world without cellphones and internet, I thought it would be interesting to stay true to that for this fic. Reader has an old-timey phone and answering machine.

Warnings: Just fluff, a tiny bit of blood, and maybe a naughty word or two. ————————————————————

Your job at the pharmacy is good for people watching. You have the quirky old regulars coming in to pick up their blood pressure meds and insulin, couples buying cheap candy to sneak into the movie theater down the street, rushed people buying last minute gifts and greeting cards, anxious people buying condoms or pregnancy tests, and some just seeking something over the counter for their cold, flu, allergies, etc.

You are changing the receipt tape, a task that always takes a bit longer than you need it to, when someone steps into your peripheral vision.

“I’ll be with you in a second.”

“Ok, no problem. Take your time.”

You look up, closing the lid on the printer. He is really cute, hispanic, nice body, handsome face and a scar on the side of his head that looks like it just missed his ear. He is dressed all in black and his arms are filled with first aid supplies: peroxide, gauze and antibiotic ointment.

“Wow, look at all this. Did someone get shot or something?”

He is quiet, staring at you. It was only a joke. Maybe you offended him. You should have learned by now not to make embarrassing comments. Ugh, why can’t I keep my mouth shut, you think to yourself. That’s when you notice a drop of blood on the counter, then another. They appeared to be coming out of the man’s sleeve.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?”

“Oh!” He looks down and notices the blood for himself. “You got some paper towels back there?”

You tear several off the roll and hand them to him.

He wipes the blood off the counter, then holds the wad of towels up to the part of his sleeve that is dripping. “It’s just a scratch.” He can tell by your expression that he failed to convince you. “Occupational hazard. I’m fine with blood. It’s just needles I can’t stand.”

“Are you a cop?”

“Not exactly.”

“A criminal? Is that why you’re bandaging yourself?”

“You’re full of nosy questions.” He says with a grin. “Not a cop, not a criminal…I’m Diego. What’s your name?”

You respond in a daze, lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. How about you give me your number before I bleed out here.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You write it out on the back of his receipt.

“I’ll call you!” He kisses the receipt then flies out the door.

You can’t keep the smile off your face, even through the monotony of the next few hours, customers shuffling in and out: the diabetics, the candy smugglers, the gifters, and the snifflers, all like clockwork. Your mind keeps wandering back to Diego.

That’s why it catches you off guard, the strange man making a scene with the pharmacist. From what you can gather, he is trying to pass off a bogus prescription for pain meds. The pharmacist is trained to look for this. When you are caught it is best to go quietly, but this guy is being very dramatic about it.

“Fine, I’ll just have to take my business elsewhere!,” he exclaims. Then he turns with a flourish, his long coat flaring out around him. You are watching all this from the other end of the pharmacy. Then he starts walking toward you. The more he comes into focus the more you realize how attractive he is.

He begins lining his pockets with candy and snacks, looking deviously in your direction. He teases you with each item he plans to steal, bringing a finger to his lips to keep you quiet. You struggle to hold back your laughter. He winks and heads out the door with his coat bulging and making crinkling noises. Your manager runs up to the register a few seconds too late. When he asks you if you saw anything you just shrug.

That was a very odd chain of events, you think as you drive home. Your roommate will, of course, be staying at her boyfriend’s place again so you have the apartment to yourself. You order lo mein from your favorite Chinese takeout and play your voicemail as soon as you get home just in case. There are no messages from Diego, but it’s just as well. He probably doesn’t want to sound too eager. You have a few drinks and fall asleep in front of the TV.

———–Meanwhile, at the Hargreeves Mansion———–

“You gotta just do it. Rip it off like a band-aid.” Klaus mimes the action for emphasis.

“You know I’m not good on the phone. Sh-sh-she’ll hear m-m-my stutter. I wish I’d asked her out right then and there.” Diego tilts his head back in frustration.

“Well, man you’re gonna just have to relax. Do you want some weed?”

“No, man. I don’t put that shit in my body.”

“Chamomile tea? Guided meditation? Aromatherapy?” Diego’s face remains skeptical with each suggestion. “Okay, what do you do to relax?”

Diego thinks for a moment. “I hit stuff.”

Klaus grabs a pillow from Diego’s bed and holds it flat against his stomach. “Punch me in the gut.”

“No, man.”

“Come on, tough guy. Show me what you got.” Diego rolls his eyes and hits him square in the middle of the pillow. Klaus staggers back. “Damn, Diego.”

“You ready to call now?”

“Yeah, actually. I think I am. Thanks, man.”

Klaus tosses the pillow and groans. He leaves the room clutching his stomach. “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

————-Back at your apartment—————

The phone wakes you out of a dream. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. This is Diego. We met at the pharmacy yesterday.”

You block the receiver to clear the sleep out of your throat. “Oh, yeah. What’s up? How’s your arm?”

“The arm is…fine. How do you feel about a date…with me?”

You block the receiver again, this time to temper your excitement. “Sure. When were you thinking?”

“Wanna get some coffee on Saturday at 11:00? I know a doughnut place with decent coffee.”

“Griddy’s. Yeah, I know the place. I’ll meet you there.”

“So, it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

It fells good to have something official, something to justify your optimism. You go back to bed with sweet dreams. Tomorrow will be Thursday. Only two more days until your date with sexy and mysterious Diego.

For the next few days it’s hard to focus at work. It’s April and all the flowers and bunnies and bright, happy imagery only highlight your good mood. You are restocking all the shelves where that wacko shoplifted a third of the stores peanut butter cups and cheese curls. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. It’s him. The wacko. Gone is his long black coat. He wears a colorful sleeveless shirt. He is surprisingly fit with arms tattooed. In his hand he holds one of those chocolate roses from aisle four.

You look at him quizzically. “You’re back.”

“Yep. I forgot something…Y/N.” He says, reading your name tag.

“You forgot to steal that chocolate rose?”

“No. I’ve got cash.” He reaches into his pocket for two wadded up bills. You ring him up for the purchase. He is staring at you. His green eyes sparkle.

“You need a bag?”

“Nope.” You try to hand him the rose. A few seconds pass and he hasn’t moved.

“So what was it you forgot?”

“Sorry, you’re so cute, I lost my train of thought. I came back to see if you’d like to hang out. My name’s Klaus. He leans forward and kisses your hand. "And that’s for you.” He motions to the rose in your hand. You smile and blush at the gesture.

“Yeah, okay. I’d like to…hang out.”

“Saturday…early…Say 11:00?”

“Sure.”

“You like doughnuts?”

“Yeah.”

“Saturday - 11:00 - Griddy’s doughnuts!” Then in a flash, just as before, he is gone.

The bell on the door brings you back to reality. ‘Saturday 11:00 at Griddy’s’ - Why did that sound so familiar? “Oh, fuck!,” you realize aloud. Then you peel the red foil off the chocolate rose, snatching the whole thing off the plastic stem in one giant bite.

That night you can’t sleep. You think of calling one them to cancel, but it is impossible to choose and even if you could, you didn’t get either of their numbers, not even a last name to look them up. You’ll just have to face the music in the morning.

You dress for the best case scenario, wearing your favorite sundress, the blue one with tiny white flowers on it. You put your hair up so you can let it down at some point in the date…assuming there is going to be a date. It’s your secret weapon, guaranteed to kick things up a notch.

When you arrive, your eyes find Diego sitting alone at a table, flagging you down. He gets up to greet you. Klaus walks in the door a split second later. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.” Diego comes near. You watch his expression change as he spots Klaus over your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” The boys shout simultaneously.

“She’s my date.” Diego confirms.

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

“He’s my brother.” They grumble in unison. Suddenly aware of the scene you are making, you shush them and get them to sit down.

The waitress comes over to your table. “Hi, I’m Agnes, can I get your -”

“Wait, sorry, Agnes.” Diego turns to Klaus. “Is this the girl you were calling Wednesday night?” Klaus is incredulous.

“I’ll just give you folks a few minutes to decide.” Agnes says, walking away.

“Yes, we met at the pharmacy. I went to get first aid supplies for my arm. Tell him, Y/N.”

“That’s right.” You reply awkwardly.

“Wait a minute.” Klaus looks at you. WE met at the pharmacy on…I’m not great at remembering what day it is, but I think it was Wednesday.“

"Yep.” You cringe.

All eyes are on you now. Your cheeks are red with embarrassment.

“You met both of us on the same day.” Diego throws up his hands.

“When did Klaus ask you out?”

“Yes…ter…day - but that’s really not relevant here.” You hate the idea of them fighting. They both look so disappointed. And honestly, you don’t know who you like better, they are both so different. Then a risky thought suddenly pops into your head. Now is no time to be shy, you have two gorgeous boys vying for your company.

You get up, take a deep breath, and let your hair down. “It’s a beautiful day out there, boys! Let’s not waste it.” Klaus and Diego look at each other and after some consideration, stand up and follow you out the door. You hook arms with Klaus on one side and Diego on the other. The three of you walk off into the sunshine and a world of possibilities.

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judgmentofcorruption · 5 years ago

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Episode 5–The Relationship Chills; Scene 4

Judgment of Corruption, pages 163-170

Their extramarital affair proceeded to continue on for about half a year.

It finally began to meet its end when Bruno took notice of their relationship.

“—How unusual, for you to call me here like this.”

Ma and Bruno had met in a back alley at midnight.

Bruno’s expression was calm, but the way his face was flushed made clear the anger he was feeling within.

“I think I know what you’re doing…Ma.”

“Oh, have we been found out already? But my, how unsophisticated of you, a servant butting into his employer’s private matters.”

“I know. I have no intention of paying any mind if Gallerian does anything with a woman who isn’t Mira from this point forward. However…You alone I cannot allow. And—you know why that is more than anyone.”

“Thanks for the warning as an old friend, Bruno. But love takes many forms.”

“…What nonsense are you trying to…” Bruno grew enraged. “You two…You and Gallerian are—parent and child!”

“…”

“—The sorceress ‘Elluka Ma Clockworker’ does not age…And because of that, the Freezis Conglomerate tried to find the secret to immortality from you.”

“…That was around the time I first met you. Back then you were still a child, with some innocence left.”

“I was. But during the ‘witch trials’ you vanished, and then reappeared before me ten years later—as the scriptwriter, Kayo Sudou. Elluka never died. She may have been executed on the surface, but she survived, given a new identity.”

“And so—I became your ally in defeating the Freezis Conglomerate. How nostalgic. It was so recent and yet it feels like such a long time ago.”

In contrast to Ma’s calm, Bruno’s face twisted with anguish. “Ma…No, Elluka. I can’t understand a being like you. How could you do such a—”

“I’m just that kind of person.”

“Part of me can see what you’re saying, but part of me can’t understand it either. Every time I meet you, you seem like a completely different person. It’s as though there are several personalities inside you…” As he spoke, Bruno pulled at his hair.

“That’s correct, Bruno. I am—‘impure’. And I don’t mean in the sense that I’m having an affair with a married man. It is exactly as the word means…I have various, extraneous things mixed into me.”

“…”

“I wish to become a ‘pure’ Ma. By removing the ‘impurities’ inside me, and only taking in the ‘power’ that I need…There is a certain ‘process’ that is necessary for that goal. The matter with Gallerian—Well, I won’t deny that it’s a result of that process.”

“…I don’t understand. I suppose it’s just too difficult for someone like me to comprehend a being like you.”

“You don’t have to, and I don’t wish for you to either. –Anyway, what is it that you want of me, ultimately?”

“…I want you to leave the country. And—I want you to never meet with Gallerian ever again, if possible. I can’t help but feel that…if you’re near him any longer, he’ll be done for.”

“Ha ha…I can do that. If that’s what you wish.” Ma gave a thin smile. “You’re so very loyal, Bruno…No, that’s not all it is, is it?”

“…”

“—You’re taken with Gallerian.”

“…He’s never shown any prejudice towards me, despite my being a ‘Black Valkyria’. When I first met him he openly held out his hand, never hesitating to shake with mine—to touch my black skin. …He has a great determination, and the will to put it in motion. It’s true that at some point I’ve found myself charmed by that.”

“Gallerian must be happy to have such a good servant—or rather, a good friend. …You take good care of the boy.”

When Bruno did not reply, Ma turned her back on him and left.

The next morning.

After leaving the inn, Ma appeared to consider where she would go next.

“Lucifenia, Asmodean—Beelzenia might be nice too. Jakoku…is probably too far,” she murmured to herself as she walked; but as she finally arrived at the Dark Star Bureau she stopped there, as though having remembered something.

“While I’m here—I’ll go consult with him before I leave the country, shall I?”

The Dark Star Bureau, the director’s office.

Hanma did not hide his surprised expression at this sudden visitor.

“…Now isn’t this something. I never thought that you’d come here to see me yourself—Ma.”

“Long time no see, Hanma.”

“Because Gallerian’s been looking after you so much...Oh, is it strange for me to put it that way?”

“—Actually, I’ve decided to leave the country. I’ve figured now is the best time, for various reasons.”

“I see…That’s unfortunate, but it is what it is. There’s nothing more to worry about with the reform of the ‘witch trials’. Gallerian should be able to handle it no problem, even without you,” Hanma replied with a grin.

“Ha ha, true. He’s been working so hard. –He’s accomplished the revolution that you failed to achieve.”

“Indeed. Though his methods greatly resemble mine…Gallerian succeeded, and I failed. There must be some deciding difference in there. Perhaps it’s time for me to retire soon.”

“That was almost twenty years ago now…You presumed to hand me a death penalty verdict at that trial. --To create a precedent for Elluka to have been executed.”

“Under the laws established by the Dark Star Bureau, the same person cannot be given the death penalty twice. …Regardless of whether or not the execution has actually taken place. It should have allowed you to escape from the World Police and the Freezis Conglomerate hounding you. But—” Hanma’s expression faintly twisted. “—The Freezises found me out. All I was able to do was give you a new identity and hide who you were. The plan that I had come up with came to nothing.”

“And Gandalf—your friend—wound up hating you for something you didn’t do. When it rains, it pours, eh?”

“Well…That was a long time ago.” Hanma stood from his chair and aimlessly gazed out the window. “Ma—When were you planning to depart from this country?”

“I’ve already moved out of the inn, so I could even go today.”

“That’s good. The sooner the better. Looks like you had some bad timing coming here today.”

When he said that to her, Ma seemed to notice something, and peered out the window with Hanma. “Is that—”

“The World Police…A Justea special task force. It seems that they’re planning to force their way into the bureau. They’re after you—and me. They’ve been sniffing around here for some time now, you see. They must have finally figured out my true identity.”

“…What will you do? Shall we take them on together?”

“No, don’t trouble yourself. I’m capable of handling them alone. And—” Hanma glanced Ma’s way. “—You look a tad peaky today.”

“…”

“Escape through the back entrance. There are a few Justea officers there, but they’re not in so great a number. You should have no trouble escaping from your pursuers, even as you are today.”

“And what will you do?”

“Right…I think I’ll let loose for once. Hopefully I haven’t gotten too rusty.”

“Understood…Though I would have liked to be able to shoot the breeze about the old days a little.”

“If we both survive this, we’ll have the chance to again.”

“True. Well then—See you later, Hanma.”

Ma rapidly left the room.

The morning was still early, so there were no trials being held in the main courtroom.

Hanma was sitting alone in the head judge seat.

“I suppose I’m parting with the Dark Star Bureau today… And the most appropriate stage for Bureau Director Hanma Baldured’s final moments--is here, of course.”

After a short while, the Justea special task force broke down the door and entered the large courtroom, wielding guns.

“He’s in here!”

There were about twenty of them in all, and they surrounded Hanma in an instant.

Hanma pounded the gavel in his hand twice.

“Silence. This is the sacred courtroom of the Dark Star Courthouse. It’s not a place where a gang like you can just tromp all over with your shoes.”

The man who appeared to be the head of the unit cried out, ignoring Hanma’s words, “Hanma Baldured! You are under arrest!”

“My my…What are the charges?”

“—Violation of the special laws on magic! You are under suspicion of being ‘Elluka’s apprentice’!”

“Ha ha ha…’Elluka’s apprentice’, huh? It’s been—quite some time since I was called that.”

Hanma stood from his chair, smiling.

“Don’t move!”

“Now now, calm yourselves down, gentlemen of Justea—It may be winter out but today is quite warm. Personally I don’t care for this sort of climate. Winter should be cold enough to freeze.”

“Put your hands up and turn around!”

In accordance with the leader’s words, Hanma obediently put his hands up and then turned his back to the unit.

“Yes yes…You’re quite a hot-tempered man, aren’t you? I don’t really like that much either. So—I’ll cool things down a little.”

--There was no one aside from Hanma who noticed the change occurring.

And…by the time they did, it was far too late for the Justea special task force.

“—Ahhh, isn’t this much more refreshing?”

In the span of ten minutes, the great courtroom had completely transformed into a world of ice.

All of the officers had been frozen solid, encased in that ice.

Hanma alone was standing there, with a literally cool expression on his face.

“The ice will thaw eventually…You’ll be able to move again when that happens—Assuming you survive, hah hah hah.”

While booming with laughter, he left the courtroom and departed from the Dark Star Bureau.

--He never came back.

Thanks to this event, the relationship between the Dark Star Bureau and the World Police grew even more deteriorated.

The deputy director was promoted to assume Hanma’s vacated position.

Gallerian was treated warmly by him, and steadily rose through the ranks of the courthouse.

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