#The mc is lost in the forest but keeps forgetting that

[whatami94]

Falling Leaves - Lost in the Forest

I have always thought that the scattering leaves upon the wind have a nice sound to them. I allow myself to let go of the handful I had gathered on the way. There's always more. I had allowed myself to wander where I would, picking the largest and reddest ones. It was mostly an unconscious effort on my part. It felt good to do something without thinking too hard about the "how's" or the "why's". I liked how that felt.

I paid the chilled wind no mind as I walked further on down the path. A passing thought told me that I should dress warmer; I'd always been so absent-minded, or so I've been told. I agree with the thought: I should've dressed better. I pick up another leaf: a yellow oak, this time. Or perhaps it's another one? I forget the name. However, it's feather-like shape distracts me from my task. Pulling it through my fingers, stopping, and then ripping it piece-by-piece. I throw the remains on the ground, satisfied with myself for some reason or another.

Glancing around, I seek another leaf. Focusing my poor eyesight on the ground, I reach for one that is the brightest red. A maple, I hope. I wish I could have brought my field guide with me. It's small and fits well in my pocket, but in my rush I left it and my coat behind.

What am I doing out here? I left in such a rush. Bitter cold grown from the shame of the matter fills my stomach. I can't remember why I left; that's always been the problem. I can't remember.

An unnatural urge to cry almost begins to overwhelm me, and tears threaten to leak out of my dry eyes. Hopelessness eats at me. I need to sit down. With knees wobbling, I sit down.

Where am I?

I'm lost.

Crunching the leaves in my hands, I slump on myself, falling back to look at the sky. The thinning branches still have leaves in them, but in a couple of weeks, I'm told, they'll all be gone. My favorite part of the year is almost over. It happens every year, I know that, but it still hurts.

Blinking the leaf dust out of my eyes, I stare at the area of sky just to the right of the sun. It feels so warm. The sun is so much warmer than the cold ground, even with the leaves. This is my favorite feeling. I smile to myself.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #31

Belphegor: Snail but with no shell

Beelzebub: Oh those is then uuuuuuuuuuu slurms

Satan: A what

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Diavolo: Maybe dogs lick us so much because they know there’s bones beneath our skin

Lucifer: This is worst thing you’ve said by far, thanks

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Beelzebub: Aye can I get Uh…..ingredients on my burger

Satan: Beetroot?

Satan: You want beetroot?

Satan: You want fucking beetroot?

Beelzebub: Ingredience

Mammon: This post feels exactly like a conversation you would witness in a dream and think was completely normal and then wake up and think “what the fuck” for a single millisecond and then immediately forget about completely

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Diavolo: I’ve lost 20% of my couch

Diavolo: Ouch

Solomon: That’s the funniest couch joke I’ve seen sofa

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Mammon: *begins breakdancing gently* what’s wrong son?

Asmodeus: What the fuck. What does this even mean. Who thinks of this shit, why is it so funny. I hate this site

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Mammon: You know what really gets my goat?

Barbatos: El chupacabra

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Leviathan: The future: holograms can physically touch you and there are 12 cases of homicide committed by Hatsune Miku

Solomon: Just 12?

Diavolo: It’ll be 13 if you don’t stop asking questions

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Satan: Do you ever get so excited you just want to crush a human skull in your hands

Mephistopheles: You just described breathing

Satan: I am fairly certain I Did Not

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Mammon: I love it when the city gets rainy at night, and the floor gets all reflective and pretty, and everything becomes more vibrant and gorgeous and you can put any fluid on the ground and people will think it’s water, fools

Lucifer: This post was great until the last part, what are you implying

Mammon: Fool

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Diavolo: Science puns, go!

Belphegor: You must have a pH of 13 cause you basic as fuck

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Satan: Shut up @ people who still say “science side of tumblr”

Belphegor: Science side of tumblr why is this man so salty

Solomon: Osmosis

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Satan: 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses

MC: The stables have turned

Mephistopheles: I laughed too hard at this and I hate you for it

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Leviathan: Guys, I’m sorry but I think December 31st is going to be my last day on Tumblr for this year

Leviathan: …If one more person asks me why I’m leaving

Diavolo: Kids, this is why school is important

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Simeon: In primary writing school we had a creative writing assignment where we had to ‘write about a character in a new strange environment’ and I wrote about a squid that was somehow transported from the ocean to the forest floor and slowly choked to death for two pages and I’ll never quite forget the look on my teacher’s face because it turns out she wanted ‘this new school is scary, I hope I make friends’ and not a graphic description of a squid dying

Lucifer: Well that’s just the risk you take if you decide to teach creative writing

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Raphael: Why do stores always say “gifts for her”??? Who is she? Why are millions of Americans being encouraged to buy gifts for this entity? Someone explain

Mammon: We must appease Her

MC: She is all that keeps the darkness at bay. Without Her the Old Ones will rise again, we must not disappoint Her

Solomon: She is watching. She knows.

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Could I get hc for where the M6 find MC badly injured?. Not like on deaths door but like they'll need a strict week of bedrest to recover.

How they would react to finding MC?, how they would react knowing someone out there hurt MC on purpose? and how they would spend the week looking after MC?.

Mainly curious for Asra/Nadia and Muriel but all the m6 would be appreciated.

The Arcana HCs: When M6 find MC badly injured

~ @fox-daddy oh, I hope you're ready for some bittersweet angst while I run with this classic romantic moment :3 hope you enjoy these, friend! - brainrot ~

CW for brief descriptions of violence, physical pain/injury, and the M6 being very, very upset

-- to set the scene --

You had spent the afternoon in the forest gathering more stock for the shop, and lost track of time in the process. By the time you were ready to leave the sun was already setting and it was getting harder to see where you were going.

The first sign you had of an attacker was the feeling of being slammed harder than you thought possible on the back of the head. Everything that followed was fuzzy - being hit a few more times around your torso and face, a figure with its face hidden, and eventually being thrown against a wall while your bag was yanked away.

You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes, you're back in your shop with your beloved bending over you.

Julian

His hands are steady on your bruises, but when you meet his eyes you can hear his breaths and see the curls around his face shaking

"MC?" He asks worriedly, "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

He doesn't leave the house while you're recovering. He's grateful for any help Mazelinka, Portia, Nadia, or Asra offers, but he insists on treating you himself and does so with total care and devotion

It's one of the moments when you're grateful for his cold hands, because they're so soothing on your tender skin

As you recover enough to be more aware of your surroundings, you start to realize just how the incident is affecting him

You can hear him pacing and muttering and swearing when he thinks you're asleep, trying to figure out how this happened and who did it and how to bring your attacker to justice

And at the same time, you know that no matter how many times he apologizes for not being there and you tell him that it's not his fault, he's going to blame himself

At one point Mazelinka gives you both bowls of soup laced with sleeping medicine

When he's able to forget your attacker, though, he's in his element

He's willing and able to give you everything you need: healing, company, laughter, love, and devotion, all without limits

Though he's very relieved when Nazali catches the assailant lurking outside your shop as they bring their apprentice more supplies and knocks them to the ground

Asra

The first thing you see is their hair twice as fluffed out as usual because they've been running their hands through it

As soon as he sees you're awake, he's gently skimming a thumb across your cheek and putting on a strained smile. "Oh, my love. Everything's going to be alright."

Salim and Julian, who have both studied medicine, are already in the shop helping Asra heal you while Aisha keeps you comfortable

As soon as you're recovered enough, Asra's offering you all kinds of safety options after layering the building in protective magic

Would you feel safer in the Palace? In the woods? In Nopal? Say the word and they'll take you anywhere you want to go

Is very gentle and cautious about how he asks you what happened

Stays so extremely calm and unruffled while you're healing that you know they're feeling some pretty awful things and that they have no intention of letting any of them show until you're better

Behind the scenes, he's stealing away whenever you're asleep to pass all the information he has about your attacker on to Nadia, who is determined to bring them to justice

They're not the type to try to restrict you in the name of safety, but they're teaching you every kind of defense magic they know

Nobody does comfort like Asra does. You won't have to go through a moment of pain or fear without him right there to pull you into his arms and hold you as long as you need him to to feel safe

Nadia

She's putting on a brave face but you can tell from the wrinkle between her eyebrows that she's very, very shaken

"Don't fret, my darling, you're safe now. Don't move. I've summoned our best physicians. Is there anything you desire? Anything I may fetch for you?"

As soon as you're cleared to move she's relocating you to the Palace where she can keep you safe and stay by your side

She is so dedicated to staying available to you, in fact, that she moves all of her meetings into the room next to yours so that she can hear you if you so much as cough

And if she does hear you in any kind of discomfort, she's dropping everything and rushing over

She'll move your head to her lap, bring food and water to your mouth, call for blankets and soup or ice cream and fans depending on your temperature, and trace your face with her fingertips until you fall asleep or force her to go back to work

You are her absolute priority

She's not going to tell you until later, but she is very, very angry

The cold kind of angry, that makes it difficult for her to be fair in her dealings. She has every connection both in and out of Vesuvia on a manhunt for your attacker

As soon as she hears that they've been apprehended, she has them detained until you're recovered enough to get out of bed

She wants justice, but she wants closure for you too, and the opportunity for you to obtain both for yourself

Muriel

As triggered and panicked as he is, Muriel has unfortunately gotten enough combat experience to have in-depth knowledge of how to care for someone who's been attacked

When you open your eyes, his expression is shifting between angry and terrified and deeply, deeply hurt, but his touch is gentle and safe and feather-light and he has water and painkillers already out

He doesn't want to overwhelm you with noise so he won't start talking until you do

He'll lock up the shop and carry you back to the hut as soon as possible, where he knows it's safe for you and for him

He's used to living with his own pain, but now he's becoming angry on your behalf and it's making him conflicted because he hates doing anything that could cause violence

So he sends Inanna with a note to Asra, explaining what happened briefly and asking them to pass the message on to Nadia so they can help

The two of them are quick to send everything you could need your way, and Muriel finds it much easier to accept help when it's for you instead of for him

Julian even makes the trek out once or twice to help you, and in the process tells everyone he meets about what happened and the state you're in

With the whole town on the hunt for whoever hurt their heroes, it's a matter of days before the attacker is caught. It's a miracle they make it to jail in one piece

Portia

The first thing you see are her tear-filled eyes, and the second thing you feel (after the aches across your body) are the steady drip of them falling onto your chest

"MC! Oh, I'm so glad you're awake. I'm so sorry - I'm so sorry!"

It's only a few more minutes before Julian and Mazelinka burst through the door, Julian carrying his doctor's kit and Mazelinka brandishing an honest-to-arcana pirate cutlass

Portia doesn't hide her determination to get justice for you as she carries you into Nadia's carriage to take you back to her cottage

She's holding your head and torso in her arms, helping you give Nadia a description of what happened while she presses her handkerchief to her eyes to keep her tears from dripping on you

She's the best nurse you could ask for

Whatever you can stomach, she'll cook it. If you're too hot, she's throwing open the windows and fanning you. If you're too cold, she's snuggling next to you and sharing her body heat

And if you're scared or hurting, she's cradling your face in her hands and crying all her tears for you. She develops a habit of kissing you right next to each injury every morning and night

When you're asleep, she's talking to every person she knows (which is a lot) and recruiting them to catch your attacker

By the time Nadia hears that they were found, it's almost too late to get them safely into custody

Lucio

His lips are white. All the blood has left his face, and his jaw is clenched so tightly to keep from chattering that you're worried it's going to crack

"MC? MC, are you awake? Does it hurt? What do you need?"

You notice that he's keeping his metal arm angled far, far away from you, where the metal can't bump any of your injuries, and his regular hand is fluttering all over your body like he's scared that he'll make it worse if he touches you

You quickly notice that there's several neighbors in the shop as well, and you learn that Lucio was so loud when he called for help that half the town already knows what's happened

He doesn't want to hurt you, so he guards you instead

He stays watchful at your bedside, sword resting by his hand, so that you know you're safe enough to fall asleep and heal

He'll only sleep if it's on the floor next to you, or in the same bed after you've told him multiple times that it won't hurt you

He'll happily tell you all kinds of tall tales to keep you distracted, and he practices all the patience he's developed with every friend and doctor that stops by to help instead of blowing up at them out of fear

All his anger has to go somewhere, though, so when an old connection from the heart district tells him that your attacker's been spotted, well

The only reason he doesn't kill them is because he thinks it would be too kind

[midnightsun-if]

Ahhhh! I just read the MC death questions, author, why did you pull my heart strings like that…but now I want to ask what would be going through the RO’s and the family mind at MC funeral if they didn’t survive?

BEFORE

Koda: Why did this happen? This shouldn’t have happened. Clenched hands press tightly into his thighs, bottom lip wobbling with the force of his thoughts. His bear, that normally lays contentedly dormant within his chest, roars out in the shared agony between them both. Tears, that had not ceased since he had lost you, overwhelm his vision in a murky film, but he no longer has the strength to wipe them away. Why did this happen? Why wasn’t I faster?

Scarlett: No thoughts are prevalent within her mind, everything just a complete echo chamber of her grief, of her enraged agony. Emerald eyes stare unseeingly, having nothing worth looking at any longer, towards the front of the church, only barely aware of the hand still clasped to her shoulder, keeping her in place, keeping the monster within her in check, but she could feel it clawing at her chest even now, just waiting for the chance to finally be free once more. To make sure the world understood the pain, the rage, that’s currently boiling within her, to showcase the heartless beast she had become the moment her mate had been taken from her. No thoughts were present, because she had stopped existing the moment you did.

Cyrus/Cyra: Failure. Failure. Failure. The single word, the single taunt, is all that they register. A simple truth that they had deluded themself into believing wasn’t one, that they had let themself think they could be more: You’re not that, my darling Phoenix. You’re so much more. The words, echoed within your sweet tone, from days that had long since passed, fill their mouth with an acidic twang, settled over their tongue with the same bitterness that wells within their chest. Something that used to bring them comfort, a reprieve from the weight they carried, only brought them pain now, because you were wrong. Wrong to think that they were anything else, that they were anything more, for how could they not be? If they were more then you’d still be here. They would still have you.

Quinn: You need to rest. They wouldn’t want this. It’s the last shred of humanity pleading with them, hoping that the reminder of their mate would stem the ongoing rage, the ongoing agony, but it didn’t. In fact, it only made things worse— the reminder of what had been lost sending a bitter anger coursing through their veins. Claws extended, teeth bared, they plunge deeper and deeper into the forest, away from what they had left, from the place their mate rested, trying to put distance from reality, to get lost within the confines of nature. But, nothing would be able to keep them from their broken heart. Nothing would stop the enraged howl from ripping itself from their chest. Nothing would stop their pain, their anger, their grief. Because the thing that would, was far behind them buried six feet deep into the ground.

Caden: It’s not fair, their mind howls. I’ve done everything right, I’ve given so much. Why couldn’t I keep this? They know that everything comes with a price, each moment comes with an expiration date, but they had let themself foolishly believe that they’d finally have something that’d be theirs, that they’d finally get to cherish, and be cherished by, another— something that they’ve wanted for so long. They could feel the encroaching darkness beckoning them, luring them towards the tempting silence that it’d bring. But what would happen if they went? Would they lose themself again? Would they lose their memories of you? Of your touch? Of the sound of your laughter? The brilliance of your laugh? What would they give up to not feel this pain anymore? They’d be willing to part with themself, of their own memories, but they couldn’t do so with you. They would never wish to forget you— even if all you bring them now is agony.

Sloane: You’re fault. It’s all your fucking fault. If you had been better, if you had actually done something for once, they’d still be here. For once their wolf has no rebuttal to their anger, no sense of calm in the face of their wrath. Instead, it seems to cave in on itself, seemingly trying to hide from words it knows are true. A bitterness settles heavy over their chest then, anger tasting like fire against their tongue, because they couldn’t simply make themself disappear— couldn’t push back the world like their wolf could. Run away and hide like a coward. They had to face every single day with the knowledge that you were gone, that they’d never see you again, that they’d never be able to hold you. Would never get to hear your laugh, see your smile, or simply hear the sound of your heart beat within your chest. All of that, everything that made the world seem so much brighter, was gone now. Leaving just a monochromatic experience in its wake— everything duller without you their to brighten it with your presence.

Blake: The smell of ash and sulfur fills their nose, dull violet eyes staring into the stretch of darkness before them. Being home, in a place they never wished to return, hadn’t been an event they ever foresaw themself enacting, but how could they stay where they used to be? How could they live in a realm where you didn’t? How could they be somewhere, in a world, where every single thing reminded them of you? This realm, this place, may bring them nothing but misery, but at least it’d finally fit on how they’re feeling on the inside. Because without you? They don’t think they’ll ever feel anything else. So, it’s fitting to be in a place that never give them anything but.

Reginald/Regina: They still, despite themself, expect you to pop out from a corner, a teasing smirk on your face, laughter in your eyes, to tell them that it was all just some form of sick prank. That they’d be able to be in your arms again, that they’d be too overwhelmed with the knowledge that you weren’t gone to get angry at you, that they would finally be able to be home once more. Even days after the funeral, days after they saw your casket get put into the ground, they still slow down when approaching a corner— a part of them still hoping that you’d be on the other side. That they’d be able to see you once more… They’ve never wanted anything more.

BEFORE

Helena: No emotion is present on her face, nothing breaking through the ironclad facade she’s put up. Even if under the mask her entire being was breaking apart, that her very heart is crying out with her grief. She had to be strong, had to keep herself together, for not only her mate, but her remaining children. She couldn’t let herself fall into pieces, couldn’t let herself let loose the agonized screams that were bubbling in the back of her throat. Couldn’t let herself grieve… Not yet… Not when she still had her family to take care of.

Saraya: Dark brown eyes stare unblinkingly at the dark oak casket, at the thing that held her little light. The last embrace that you’d ever receive, that would take you away from her forever. She’d try to bite back a mournful wail, her agony seemingly ripping her chest apart, but she knows she’s unsuccessful when the feeling of her mates arm appears around her shoulder, pulling her tightly in an embrace that’d only be a bandaid to the gaping chasm that had opened within her heart.

Cienna: You had one job and you failed. A bitter smile twists her lips, electric blue eyes dimmed. Keep the family safe. That’s the only thing you’re supposed to do, and you couldn’t even manage that? What kind of leader will you be? Hands clenched tightly, she forces herself not to snarl, to not let her anger overrule her. After all, what could she possibly say to those thoughts? What could she possibly say in the face of the truth?

Persephone: Tears fall without even a semblance of stopping, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that you were gone. That she had truly lost her baby sibling, that she hadn’t been able to protect you. How could she have failed so completely? How could she have let this happen? She wouldn’t be able to comprehend anything, wouldn’t be able to think of anything through the mind numbing grief that’s prevalent throughout her entire body.

Christian: Could he have done something different? Have been better in some way? Could he have been worth something for once? Those questions, those uncertainties, would plague him completely. Would haunt his ever waking thought and follow him into his dreams. Because he knows that he could have saved you, could have done something, if he had simply been better. If he had finally been the man you deserved as a big brother.

[hollowwrites]

What Do You Propose? - Seb

Ominis and Garreth here

Summary - I’m feeling some kind of way lately so expect a lot of these…How the bois would propose!!

Sorry for using my MCs all the time I’m just so in love with them. Replace with Y/N or MC if you want.

Warnings - None, Just Cutesy Proposal stuff if you don't like that sort of thing

Word Count - 800

Sebastian

Sebastians’ life with Victoria flashed before his eyes. The dark haired children they would have. The small cottage they would own. The shared study with mountains of books and canvas’ and paints littering every surface. All of it came crashing down as he watched the Dark Wizard before him wrap his hand around her neck.

The grim smile across his face left a twisting chasm in Sebastian’s stomach. Though you couldn’t tell from his outward appearance.

All Victoria could see was the hard steely visage she had only seen once before.

When he killed that Goblin in Feldcroft.

Time slowed down between the two. The Dark Wizards taunts falling on their ears as white noise as they looked into each others eyes, effectively communicating without saying a word.

Swiftly, and with no other interaction, Victoria slammed her heel into the foot of the The Dark Wizard, causing him to push her forward and yelp in pain. She collapsed to the floor keeping her head low leaving Sebastian the opening he needed.

“Imperio” Sebastian spat taking several steps closer to the wizard, ensuring he wouldn’t miss.

“Yes? What do yo-“

“Leave here…” Sebastian growled holding The Dark Wizard by his neck and speaking directly into his ear “…Keep walking until you can no longer see the forest. If I ever see you again…I will not hesitate”

And with that The Dark Wizard turned and left the clearing.

Sebastian felt a tiny tug on his jacket and he turned eyes dark and face twisted. But Victoria was un-phased, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she held his face.

“You did good, Seb” she whispered

“I thought I’d lost you” his voice was low and gravelly as though he was trapped in his visions of a would be future.

“I’m far too stubborn for that to happen.” She smirked, her eyebrow raising at such foolishness “I’d just become your own personal Hogwarts Ghost”

“Remind me…” he sighed dreamily, holding the sides of her neck, his thumb running across the dirt smeared hand print across her throat “…I need to start thinking about an engagement ring”

“Do not joke about that” Victoria said flatly, wanting to ignore the flutter in her stomach

“Oh, I am not joking” He said his tone as serious as hers “Victoria…I just watched my whole future get ripped from underneath me. There’s no way I’m letting that happen.”

Victoria stared blankly at Sebastian for a couple of seconds, still unsure if he was being serious. But his dark brown eyes softened, and he eyebrows curled inwards in an expression one could only describe as sickening sweet.

“What say you? Me, You, Forever?” He used his hands to tilt her head up towards him. She found herself lost in his eyes for a moment, forgetting he’d even said anything.

“…yes…” she murmured

He scoffed

“Is that all you’ve got? No kiss? No gasp of adoration?” He asked teasingly, pulling her closer to his body, their breathes mingling in the small gap between them. Though she pulled away an inch.

“Oh I’m sorry” her brow raised playfully “Would you like to try again and I’ll do my very best to react accordingly?”

“I would like that actually” his tone was suddenly serious and as he took a knee, it took Victorias breath from her.

“Victoria Grey, you are the most beautiful, brave and brilliant witch I know. You’re my best friend. My duelling partner. And it would be my distinct honour to add wife to that list. So please…” he took her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles softly “…Will you marry me?”

She was furious.

She had planned to dramatically accept his proposal in as silly and over the top manner as possible. Serve him right for questioning her way of saying yes. But her sarcastic facade melted away as she looked at his cocky smirk.

“Say Yes, Angel”

“Of course it’s a ‘Yes’” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, annoyed she could not flex her acting muscles

Sebastian grinned, and visibly relaxed. The breath he was unaware he was holding left him as a huff, his cheeks puffing out in relief.

“Just you wait until I get a ring. You shan’t be rid of me then”

“Well you know technically I’m not engaged until that ring is on my finger.” She taunted, sticking her hand in his face and wiggling her fingers.

��Don’t…” his expression was flat and unamused

“…without a ring any eligible young batchelor could sweep me off my feet” she looked longingly at her ring finger holding her hand out before her and sighing.

In a flash, he grabbed her hand and scooped her up in his arms, rising to his feet.

“I would like to see them try”

Masterlist

[duskthevampqueen]

Magical First Meeting (Part 1)

Hi! I know I haven't written for a few long time, but I suddenly had inspiration with my previous fantasy creature AU for Blooming Panic! Finally the reader is able to meet the fantasy LIs

Previous posts of this AU:

Fantasy LIs Fantasy LIs First Meets

In this, MC is a magic-user. This one is also only Xyx and Toast because of how long they were becoming and I didn't want to rush Owl's and Quest's.

1.5k words. Enjoy! :)

Xyx 

You were most definitely lost. 

You could’ve sworn this was a path to the closest village from your cabin out in the woods. You had run out of supplies of the spell that keeps your garden in harvesting year round, and winter was fast approaching. You could see it from the way the nights came sooner, colder and darker with every day. 

You had thought that the village was southeast of your cabin, but as the sunlight slowly became dimmer, you had less and less confidence. Especially when it came to the point that you had wished you had brought the lantern that guided you through darkness. It was only a matter of time til you were trying to find a clearing or cave to stay in for the night under the light of the moon. 

“You look lost, coming around here.”

You had just gotten near a clearing in front of a cave when you heard the voice come from behind you in the forest. It made you whip around, one hand immediately summoning a flame, something you were hesitant to do beforehand with how little magic you had. 

The warm lighting revealed a tall man just a few paces behind you, emerald eyes immediately glinting off the light. His head flinched with the new brightness, causing glimmers across his cheeks and neck, scales reflecting gold. 

Dragon shifter. 

“I’m not looking for trouble. Just for a place to stay for the night.” You kept your voice strong, holding back the urge to step back. It sent a chill down your spine how close he got before revealing his presence, making you take a glance around to make sure he was the only one. 

He held his hands up, tsking softly at your clear guard up. “Hey, hey, no need to get all skittish. I should be the one on edge, getting real close there.” He nods his head toward the cave behind you. 

You took a spare glance back to the cave, looking back to him with suspicion. It took a few moments for it to set in what the cave could be. “....That's a cave you shift or shed in, isn’t it?”

“Who wants to know, hm? You haven’t been the clearest in your intentions here, ya know.” 

He had a point. 

“... I’m a magic user from the northwest. I was trying to find the nearby village again, as I ran out of supplies for one of my garden spells. I’ve been traveling all day, but I seem to be lost.”

The man snorted a bit, dropping his hands at the same time that he raised an eyebrow, a grin coming to his lips. “The village? The village is a day's trip from here. Must be a terrible liar, or one to forget that the village is a multiple day trip from wherever you’re coming from.” 

It hit you when he said the latter option. You had forgotten it was a multiple day walk, because last time you had help from another magic-user that lent you their broom. It had been a half day flight at your novice pace, but a two-day walk. 

At seeing your shoulders slump, the man hesitated for a moment before starting to walk towards the cave. “C’mon. I can go one more night without shifting. You’ll owe me some gold though!” 

Your eyes widened at such an offer from the shifter, but as you watched him go past towards the cave, you felt a sense of relief. While staying the night with someone you just met for the first time wasn’t the most ideal, being close to a dragon in your favor is the safest.

As you followed behind him, you asked, “What should I call you?” 

A hum followed, emerald eyes glancing behind to you. “.... Call me X for now.”

“X? What's with the nickname?” 

The grin returned. “What's the fun of giving you info you ask for the first time? You gotta work for it, just like you’ll have to make a pretty good breakfast if you want me to give you a fly to the village tomorrow.” 

Oh boy… What had you gotten yourself into?

Toast

It had been a fairly quiet day at the bookshop. With the lack of customers, you had been able to tackle a good portion of the bookshop that you had been putting off since before you could remember. 

The previous owner of the shop sold it to you after you had been the only worker there for years, and he had gotten tired of the maintenance that came with the mass of books. Luckily for you, you had your magic on your side, but magic could only do so much against the giant pile of disarrayed books in the far back corner. It seemed like every time you chipped away at it, it became worse. 

At sundown now from coming in early that morning, you had been able to get most of the books out of the pile. Repairing damages of such books took just a tap of magic, but also required time, and so did setting them somewhere to be organized later into their already full sections. This also resulted in small stacks of books now being all over the shop. It made you sigh looking down the aisles to see them all about. 

Just as you were thinking if maybe this called for the whole shop to be reorganized, the bell above the door rang. The small sound made you perk up from where you had moved behind the counter to sit for a break. You looked over to the door, shocked when you had to look a bit higher than usual to the very tall person who had come in. 

“Ah… are you still open…? It looks like you’re cleaning…” They furrowed their brows as they glanced around, and you felt embarrassment that a customer had to see your shop looking a bit like a twister had gone through it. 

“Oh yes! I’m sorry for the mess, I’m working on getting through a pile of damaged books, and didn’t realize we’re so overstocked.” 

“Oh, I see.” The person’s eyebrows eased, only to furrow again when turning and seeing you. His pale blue eyes seemed to assess you for a moment behind his round glasses, more confused than upset. “Are you the new owner? You don’t look like that old man enough to be his family.” 

Surprised by such a direct question and assessment, you nodded. “I was the only worker of the old owner, and he sold it to me. I’ve had it only for a short time.” 

“I see.” They walked closer, glancing downward occasionally to make sure they didn't knock over any stacks of books, soft pink-blonde hair only kept back by the braid it was in. The closer they got, the more you had to crank your head back bit by bit, til they were on the other side of the counter. “Can I have your name?” 

“No, you can’t, but you can call me [Nickname].” The automatic response surprised both you and him, making him double take. For a moment he looked angry, but then his face started turning pink, anger changing out for embarrassment as he slowly put his head in his hands and bent over the counter. 

“Shit… Sorry, I didn't mean to ask it that way. Gods, that was so embarrassing, that's the first rule of asking people their names.” They grumbled before slowly lifting their head to look up to you. “I’m an elf, I promise, but I understand if you still don’t trust me with your name.”

Your eyes widened, waving your hands. “No no, it's okay! It's second nature for me to respond that way, don’t worry.”

He slowly nodded, straightening up and clearing his throat as he looked away. “I’m an old customer. I haven’t been here for a few decades, so I should’ve suspected it would be bought or passed on to someone.” 

Decades? They didn’t even look like they had hit 30 yet, the barest hint of stubble on their chin. It was always hard to remember that immortal beings could look so young for so long. 

“I appreciate you coming back after so long. What brings you back after all this time?” 

“I had moved to a smaller village north of here, but I’ve read all their books in their shop. I was hoping you had some new ones by now…” He took another look around. “But it looks like you need more help organizing.” 

You couldn’t help but agree with them. At this pace, it would take you weeks to completely reorganize the whole shop to be able to fit the repaired books, even with your magic. 

“Would… you be willing to help out?” At the raised eyebrows you received, you quickly spoke to attempt to explain. “I’m sorry to ask you when we just met, but I have no one else to help me, and you need books to read.” 

They looked at you like you were crazy – which, granted, you were when you had never met them before – for a moment before contemplating how much free reading it could mean to help out organize. 

“....Alright. I’ll help.” 

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

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»»————-　*gasp, the audacity! I'm the candy >:(　————-««

: A dream ???

A long , long time ago. There once a small fae who found himself in a dark forest between the borderlands of the four clans.

Deep in the forest the small little one walk scared yet determine to prove to the other fae that he could do it.

And they will all agree to be his friends yet the moment he saw an old structure, he saw a wall full of vines and beautiful roses.

He was amaze for a moment till he realize those roses aren't original red as it's pure white in color and a captive is surrounded by those vines, bleeding dark blood that tainted the roses to bloom red.

The moment he saw that person captive and imprisoned in that place, the young Fae suddenly felt like his possess by someone else.

"MC?! M-MC!!" he cried in worry as he reach out to the captive person. He reach out to free you from captivity but the vines with thorns prevent him yet he won't stop as if he cannot feel pain even his skin bleed and his own blood tainting the roses.

"M-MC... W-we been trying to g-get you home..." He cried as he remembers his friends trying to find their 'human' friend. "S-sorry.. s-sorry... *Hic... It's my fault..." He hopelessly cried.

" I-if I don't want to show you my abilities... Y-you won't try..." Even how much he tried to get you off the vines, the vines keep returning back with more sharp thorns.

"...???" You who's been asleep for a very long time, slowly waken up as you heard someone cry for you. You open your eyes and saw a stranger who's calling you a name. Unfamiliar yet familiar name yet nothing come in mind.

"Don't cry..." Your voice which never been use for a long time. "Why are you crying for me?" You never seen this young fae with blonde hair and emerald green eyes that is full of tears.

"B-because your important to me! MC!" He speak out with a hopeless grin. You wonder what he meant but you reach out your less captive hand and wipe his tears away.

"You shouldn't be here... The fae your occupying will die in this place, traveller of another world." You warn him. Knowing his someone who's possessing the young fae instead of being physically here.

"oh! I forget... Wait fae??? Like fairies?? Wow! How L-O-V-E-L-Y!" he never know this is a world of fae. But he still try to get you off the vines.

" MC why are you stuck in the wall." He ask in curiosity.

"I don't know... People don't like me I guess." You chuckle.

" Oooh. Is it because your reckless even in this world~ " he giggle as if he already expected it.

"Hmm..." You yawn a bit but look around for something, sighing in relief as nothing seems to be activated from this stranger action of freeing you from your captivity yet.

"Hey... What's your name." You ask him as you reach out to held his wounded hands and giving a soft kiss to the wounds, causing him to blush but the wounds slowly heals as if it never wounded.

"Me? Well one thing you should know! I and this body share the same name!" He point out.

" And it's Aira Shiratori~"

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: Present ???

" Uwwaaaah! " The certain fae with emerald green eyes is bewailed as he stared at the pink haired dark fae who's looking at him oddly. As if questioning who's this lost kid.

" Ai-AI! " You called as you welcome aira to your house. "Haku-tan this is Ai-Ai!" You introduce them to one another.

"Ai-ai?" Kohaku wonder what kind of a parent called someone that.

"Gahh.. it's aira Shiratori! MCchi! Don't use your nickname when introducing me~!" Aira cried as he quickly introduce himself correctly.

"But nicknames makes it seems were very close don't we? It's symbol were important to be called a name only the others can. Ùwú" you point out before you remember something.

"Still... H-hey what are you doing??!!" aira wanted to explain more when you suddenly lean to his chest to listen to his heartbeat, he blushes at the close contact.

"Haku-tan wanna listen to my heart beat?~?" You then proceed to makd kohaku listen in as well.

Kohaku who was curious why you suddenly did that Suddenly nodded slowly in understanding as this person is the one you give your heart to 'live' as thanks.

"Ohh! Then pls pardon me..." he don't know about fae culture but as they said if your in another place, respect their culture and they will respect yours.

"H-hey ... Why are you so cool about this?! KYAAAAA! PERSONAL SPACE! PERSONAL SPACE!!" aira blushes even more when you and kohaku is particularly hugging him to listen to his heartbeat.

"Fufu. Ai-ai the heart is beating too fast. Here have some candies." You chuckle as you proceed to feed Aira your magi candies.

He wanted to say something but the flavor of cakes exploding in his mouth.

He pout as he slowly hugs the two of you back with a blush in his face still seen.

"MCchi your so weird." He mumble while nomming the candy. "I want some too." Kohaku voice almost inaudible but you heard it and happily feed kohaku your magi candy.

"Hmm? Being weird makes me different~ so it's fine ~" you said with a soft smile. The light fae chuckle and kohaku agree about it.

"Today is Ii hiyori~' you beam, saying a catch phrase of someone you know. " ii Hiyori indeed..." The two nodded enjoying the cozy atmosphere.

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»»————-　???　————-««

Outside the window, in the far corner of the world of faes, a certain butterfly flattering and flattering.

Multiplying as a figure slowly emerge from it. Holding a frozen flowers with an amuse grin on his face, showing shark like teeth.

A beauty mark just beneath his pink (kissable) lips, his eyes that is close, slowly open revealing light turquoise eyes embed with stigma of chaos, a black butterfly of chaos.

"Fufu... Where could you be hidding~?" His voice that of a phantom but who ever could hear it could lullaby to an eternal sleep.

Like those unfortunate souls that surrounds him all slowly crumble to pixels to nothingness.

»»————-　NOOOO!!!　————-««

»»————-　note　————-««

(1) dun! Dun! Who this pokemon?! /Get slapped.

(2)Yes we do have drama here.

(if want to be tagged pls comment or Send mail) Tag List : @valeriele3 @yinenovica

[foxtricksterwriting]

SLSQ MC 3

Author's note: here's the second one! I keep trying to spell zer alias like hanya, but there's two fucking n's but the two n's like that don't? Look Right??? idk man

Credits: the IF SLAUGHTER SQUAD belongs to @harlequinoccult

Preferred Name: █̩̺̗̩̱͔̜͕͚̐͊̈̎̎ͪ̋͘͘͟͞͠█̮̣̪̬̓̂̇ͅ█̶̘̭̼̥̮͕̞̟̔ͥ̓̃̀́█̸̴̶̢̫̲̲͎͍͔̝̠̝̜͇͍̏̇͑ͫ̆̿͑̉ͫ̊ͣ̐̃ͮͥ͑̈́̔ͨ̀͒̌̾͒͘͟͢█̸̼̹̙̺͓̯̝̑̓͂█̷̢͔̼̮̙͓̬͊ͯͧ́̓̌͝ █̶̰̤̏̀̒̊̃͑̓͐̌̑̕█̵̨͔͍͈͚̠̻̜̝̰̭̅́͊ͥͥͣ͋ͯ̈̃͑ͭͭͩ̍̒́̌́ͩ̇ͭ͡͠_̞͍ͥͦ͑͠█̷̡̨̞͔͖͊̈́ͯ̑̇ͧ͌͒ͥ█̶͔͖͈ͣ͆̅̏͆͗̅͌͌͆ͪ̓̌͋ͬ̕͜█̸̛̯̼̾͒̕█̝̞͖̟̳͙̖͋ͨ͛̓̀̅ͧͥ̾██̞̮̜̟̟̗̳̱̰́͐ͨͦ̄͗̀͆̎ͥ̐̍ͣ̽͘͘͘̚͢͡ (Not a chance, fucker)

Alias: The Hannya

Gender + Pronouns: Agender + ze/zer, tolerates they/them on rare occasions.

Age: 25

Occupation: Part-time bartender, full-time student (Heh, I'm kinda smart~)

More About Zer; Blunt and ready to fight at second's notice, The Hannya is a force to be reckoned with. Ze lack a filter and blurt out the first thing ze think of. Honest, often doesn't even think to lie about a situation. Ze can seem a bit arrogant and bossy, barking out orders to others. Interestingly, ze're not afraid to say ze need help with something and believes that there's no shame in asking for assistance.

Ze can be a bit airheaded, but this is due to thinking about way too many things all at once. Zer observance is a skill others often forget about zer; ze notice and remember a lot more than anyone thinks. Ze can often tell where someone has most of their important belongings at a glance, like what pocket you always put your phone or wallet in or that you have a long necklace you try to keep out of sight under your shirt. If ze talk to you, ze'll bring up (mostly harmless)topics from a conversation ze weren't even a part of, like ze overheard you talking about a new tv show or game you started playing.

Ze stick to zer twin brother like glue and the two are rarely seen apart. Ze feel immense guilt about what he's gone through, as ze think ze could have prevented it. Zer loyalty to zer brother is almost obsessive and zer willing to do anything he tells zer to do. The Hannya is overprotective, too. If ze think someone even looked in zer brother's direction with a hint of frown, ze'll maul that person in seconds. But, that's not to say ze aren't capable of being silly sometimes. Zer friends describe zer as childish and adventurous, ze're the first to try something new and carefully encourages others to do the same.

Fun Facts

Pinterest here~

Playlist there~

Romances Cold, only Cold.

Ze're a vegetarian

Another one that you don't want in a kitchen. Don't even let zer LOOK at the kitchen. Will complain about it, but it's better this way.

Ze're going to college for forensic science

The Hannya is so used to zer twin being over prepared that ze often don't have anything on them except zer phone and keys. Then complains about not having anything.

Likes hiking, reading and photography. Ze love nature and tend to spend a lot of time outside, in the woods.

Ze have a odd fascination with death, stemming from zer background. Zer twin shares this same fascination.

Ze collect bones and other random things ze bring back from the forest. (Hey, look at this one!! It's a rib! Think it came from a deer or somethin')

Idk if SLSQ has a 'canon' backstory for MC(aside from Carter), so I've made a backstory for the twins. I think I'll make a in depth post for it later, in the meantime here's the spark notes version; the twins family moved to America just before they were born, then died. They were adopted into a shit family and eventually one ran away. The other was caught trying and forced to stay. They lost contact, then found each other as adults and are inseparable now.

[kyliafanfiction]

Okay, so limiting the list a little:

Experiments - A series of Mass Effect fics (with an omake series and a spinoff from one of the omakes) that is Female Shepard/Liara in the main series, involving Shepard being given a dick when they resurrect her between ME1 and ME2, as part of a plan to make her a breeding stud. Shepard does not play along, and angsts quite a bit over it, but happy ending in the end for Shepard/Liara

Done With My Graceless Heart - SwanQueen Season 1 Au where Regina's love for Henry overcomes her desire to keep the curse going, and she helps him find Emma knowing it will end the curse.

Someone has Already Claimed that Username - SwanQueen tumblr-centric AU. Assumes canon for most of the fic, but Emma and Regina are both on tumblr, though Emma doesn't know the person sending her hate messages (at first) is Regina.

Fighting For A Better End To Our Fairytale - Snow White/Regina fic where Regina lost all her memories of the Enchanted Forest when she was trying to forget Henry's origins, and she and Mary Margret fall in love. Then the curse breaks. Angst and drama and romance ensue.

Kara is Terrible at Keeping Secrets - Supercorp Oneshot collection, all the different ways Kara being Supergirl might slip to Lena. Very fun, a perennial re-read for me.

The Accidental Proposal - Based off of one of the oneshots in the above collection, this is a Supercorp Fic where Lena doesn't know Kryptonians propose with bracelets, and gives one as a gift to Supergirl (not knowing Supergirl is Kara, the girl she's been crushing on for a while). Shennanigans ensue.

This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected - An Original Fiction slow-paced but very good Gamelit F/F story (featuring a Futanari MC and a lot of futanari elements in general). Very explicit, as the title would suggest, though a lot more than just smut. MC starts to get a harem of lovers as well. Has one of the best tsunderes I've ever read as the first character MC meets, absolutely what sold me on the story when I first read it.

Dungeons and Dalliances - Another slow paced Original Work by the author of Ascent, also Futa/Harem F/F story. MC aspires to be an adventurer, and gets an unusual, but powerful class - and it comes with a dick between her legs, and she gets powerups the more sex and sex-related activities she has, along with the Dungeon putting her and her compatriots into sex-related fights and puzzles.

You Are Mine - When she was dosed with RedK in season 1, Kara meets Lena, they have a whirlwind few days, but Kara gets increasingly obsessive and possessive while under the influence of Red Kryptonite. Angst/Drama, but happy ending.

Saw the call for f/f ship recs. Can folks share some of their favorite f/f fics in the notes? Let's see if we can direct some love to some of the authors who write the content we're all clamoring for!

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An excellent idea!

The thing that springs to mind for me is actually not a fic but an original fannish flavored story on AO3: The High Priestess by Lucius Parhelion.

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

[intrinsic-damnation]

I hope you enjoy the brief synopsis of what Remembrance will be about.

DEMO TBA

The Guardians. 

It was a name that evoked the feeling of protection in the innocent. A gentle touch across your cheek as the bitterness of the world tries to swallow you whole. It was a name that promised protection from all things that threatened to diminish your light. 

A promise that you used to believe in-- until now. 

Until you were cast aside like yesterday's trash. 

You were one of them once--a Guardian sworn to protect the innocent people of Earth-- until you were in the wrong place at a very wrong time. 

In that one moment you lost everything that ever mattered to you. Everything that you had worked for your entire life. 

Your reputation. 

Your family.

Your team. 

Thrown into a cell, with the key tossed away, you were left to rot for a crime you didn’t commit. A crime where the true perpetrators were still out there plotting. Just waiting for their time to strike. 

You didn’t know if you would ever see the light of day again. Didn’t know if you’d ever feel the gentle breeze across your face once more. That is until you were called on once more to protect the innocent people of Earth. 

Only this time you’d be working with a team of people that you helped put away. 

The clock is ticking. 

Callan Jones (AKA-- Aberration): A master thief that can get into almost anything completely undetected. A ghost in all but his physical form, Callan tends to keep to the shadows. Sharp hazel eyes watching the room for any opening he could exploit. Dark brown hair falling over his eyes in a shaggy mess that he rarely ever straightens. Age 30.

Eirene Sinclair (AKA-- Tempest): The leader of the Guardians who apprehended you as you tried to escape. Normally a woman that has a gentle smile on her face, you could never forget the look of complete heartbreak within her gaze as the cuffs were snapped on your wrists. Forest green eyes shimmering like precious gems under any light and golden brown hair falling to her shoulders in gentle waves. Age 33. 

Drake Thomas (AKA-- Exodus): He was a new recruit when you were arrested. Someone that you could tell would go far given enough time and practice. You weren’t surprised that he was one of the highest ranking officials within the Guardians now. Dark brown skin seemingly pulls in all the light of the room. Honey brown eyes glinting with various emotions as his curly black hair falls over his eyebrows. Age 28.

Natasha Solovyova (AKA-- Huntress): One of the more unhinged members of the cast. Natasha is someone that will do anything in order to complete a mission. She’s someone you do not wish to meet in a dark alley ever. Platinum blonde hair falls in loose curls to her shoulder blades-- paired with her sky blue eyes-- it gives off an air of innocence. Something that she does not have. Age 31. 

Customizable MC - choose your gender, sexuality, name, appearance, skills, and personality (there is a based personality though).

Character-driven, romance-focused story.

Can you forget your past to move on to your future?

Allow your unique experience to shape your skills.

In a world filled with superheroes and villains, figure out how you fit in. 

Fall in love with 1 of 4 love interests.

[harunayuuka2060]

Diavolo: *telling Lucifer how he met a vampire and had sex with them*

Diavolo: *sigh in satisfaction as he reminisced everything*

Lucifer: Sounds good for you. But I have noticed that with your entire story, you never mentioned their name.

Lucifer: Are you perhaps keeping it as a secret?

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: Lucifer.

Lucifer: What?

Diavolo: I forgot to ask their name!

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: You, a demon prince, had sex with a vampire and you didn't even remember asking for their name?!!

Diavolo: I-I was feeling good and that thought didn't cross my mind. *having a regretful face*

Lucifer: *facepalm*

Diavolo: What should I do now, Lucifer? I still want to see that vampire...

Lucifer: *sigh* I can ask Asmo to help us. Maybe he has an information with the vampire you encountered.

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Asmo: A vampire in the forest? There could be one.

Diavolo: *getting excited* Who might it be, Asmodeus?

Asmo: Their name is MC. I have met them once. But their attitude pissed me off that's why I wasn't able to forget them.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: Did you have a relationship with them?

Asmo: *waves his hand dismissively* Not a chance.

Lucifer: That's weird. It's quite rare for you to despise someone, Asmo.

Asmo: *puffs his cheeks in annoyance* Well, they called me "sweet, innocent angel" when I'm already a demon.

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: *clears throat* Do you think I have a chance to see them again?

Asmo: I'm not even sure at this point, Lord Diavolo. Unless you do something that will make them stay with you.

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Simeon: Is this the forest Diavolo referring to?

Barbatos: Yes. This is where he met the vampire.

Simeon: That's weird. Why would a vampire stay in a place like this?

Barbatos: I don't know.

Simeon: By the way, Luke? Just stick with us, okay— *looks back and Luke isn't there*

Simeon: Luke?

Barbatos: Where did he go?

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Luke: *got lost and in the deepest part of the forest* *crying* Simeon! *sniffles* Where are you?

MC: My, my... What a sweet scent for a child.

Luke: *looks up and sees MC sitting on a tree branch*

Luke: Who are you?

MC: *smiles* *appears in front of him*

Luke: !!!

MC: My name is MC. How about you, child?

Luke: M-My name is Luke.

MC: Luke... Such a nice name... *proceeds to pat his head* Tell me. How did you get here?

Luke: I was walking with Simeon and Barbatos, but then they got lost. Now I didn't know where I am. *cries*

MC: Shh... I'll help you find them if you do me one favor.

Luke: What is it?

MC: *smiles*

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Simeon and Barbatos: *searching for Luke*

Simeon: Luke!!!

Barbatos: Where are you?!!!

Luke: *runs to them* Simeon! Barbatos!

Simeon and Barbatos: Luke!

Simeon: Where have you been?!

Luke: I-I got lost! But I'm here now!

Barbatos: Hm? Why do you have a flower crown on your head?

Luke: *giggles* MC gave it to me. They asked me to pick some flowers and they helped me in finding my way back.

Simeon: ...

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: I think they just gave us an idea.

Simeon: Luke, is there anything else that they told you?

Luke: *nods*

Luke: "I hate individuals who are negligent with their children."

Simeon: ...

Barbatos: *chuckles* I see. So we made them angry after all.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

It is me, the crusty crustation. I return from a tiny break and I come asking for a mini request. Something self indulgent. Mc, but they turn into a lobster for a small amount of time [and out of no where too] ty that shall be all -🦞

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC briefly becomes a lobster

~ allow me to indulge you, my venerable lobster friend XD ~

Julian: frozen and doesn't know how to respond until Mazelinka spots you and teasingly suggests putting you in her soup. Julian doesn't realize she's joking and protects you ferociously until you poof back

Asra: takes very good care of you but thinks it's the funniest thing they've ever witnessed and makes so many terrible puns about it. *while putting you in water* "no need to blush, love, it's just a bath"

Nadia: a little lost. she'll see the humor in the situation after it's been dealt with, but right now she's frantically studying up on the care and keeping of crustaceans. please turn back soon, she's so stressed

Muriel: you forget that he grew up with the ultimate prankster. he sighs, picks you up off the forest floor, puts you in a tank, and leaves Inanna to give you her "not mad, just disappointed" look for him

Portia: not really sure what to do with you, so she takes you down to Mazelinka's for help but teasingly threatens that she's going to offer you as an ingredient the whole way there as revenge for scaring her

Lucio: panics because you disappeared suddenly, almost steps on you in the process, notices you thanks to the dogs, cradles you to his chest while he continues to panic and only stops when you pinch his nose

[storyofmychoices]

Wound Care

[Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen Masterlist]

Pairing: Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen (F!MC) ; Shannon Fox Book: Wake the Dead :Chapter 7 Word Count: <1.1K Rating/Warnings: General with non-graphic mentions of blood, gunshot wound, injury Prompts: @choicesjuly2022challenge : Friends to Lovers A/N: Dialogue lines in italics are from WTD chapter 7.

Synopsis: After getting grazed by a bullet, Astraea offers to treat Troy's wound.

The pent-up nerves from their daring chase released as Astraea exhaled. Her muscles relaxed, her grip upon Eli loosening. The warmth of his back against her chest was nice. Her lips curled as she glanced at the tranquil scene surrounding them. This was nice.

The Raiders were lost in their trail. No signs or sounds of zombies. Just lush majestic forest surrounding them. She closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze brush through her hair. Her thoughts filled with the beauty of the seemingly peaceful woods. If it could stay like this—if they could just keep driving, could this peace linger forever? 

As her thoughts drifted, the soothing green of the trees turned a harsh red. Her heart caught in her throat. Troy! 

The gunshot replayed in her ears, his jacket darkening as his blood seeped over the fabric. Her stomach twisted more with each passing second. How could she let herself forget?

As soon as the colony came into view, Astraea barely waited for the bike to come to a stop before jumping off and rushing toward the van. "Are you okay?"  

Troy was just sliding out, his shoulder slumping to the side as he held his injured arm. "Stings like hell, but I think it only grazed me." 

Shannon took his arm in her hands, attempting to assess the wound still covered by the leather of his jacket. "I still want to take a look at you in my lab, just to be sure."

A grin grew on his face as he leaned into her touch. "If you wanted to get your hands on me, Doc, you just had to ask." 

"Wha-- That's... I didn't--" Shannon stuttered, letting his arm fall as she took half a step back.

Astraea's pulse quickened at their interaction. Without a second thought, she slid herself between them. "Why don't you look after Elder Rain; he needs you more. I can bandage Troy."

"Are you sure? I don't mind." 

"Positive." Astraea insisted, guiding Shannon further from Troy. "Basic wound care I can handle. You handle the real doctoring."

Shannon glanced back to Troy and nodded. "Okay. If you need me, come get me."

"Of course." Astraea agreed. As Shannon left, she stepped closer to Troy, ready to examine his wound. 

A smirk pulled on his lips. His fingers raked through his hair. 

"What's that look for?"  

"First the Doc, now you!" His grin widened. His shoulders pulled back with new confidence. "You ladies can't keep your hands off me. I can't say I blame you, though. I heard scars make a man more attractive."

"You wish." She scoffed softly, attempting to walk away. 

"I'm just saying, you were very insistent just now, how you came running over and pushed the Doc away." His brow quirked as he turned in front of her causing her to stop. "It's almost as if you wanted me all to yourself."

Her face warmed for a second, but she shook it off. She held the back of her hand against his forehead. "Oh, no! It's worse than I thought. Your blood loss has led to fever and delirium." She shoved him playfully.

"Ow!" He held his arm, feigning pain even though she had pushed his other side. "What kind of nurse are you?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and see." She smirked. "Let's go get you cleaned up!"

Troy followed her closely into the lodge, where Astraea led him to the bathroom with the first aid kit. 

"Sit." She pointed to the ledge of the tub. "Take off your jacket and shirt."

"You know it's just a flesh wound on my arm. My t-shirt isn't in the way. I could roll up the sleeve."

"Are you the nurse here?" She insisted, "Shirt off!"

"Demanding—" he smirked, doing as he was told, "I like it."

Her gaze raked down his tanned, toned torso. 

He watched her intently, enjoying her darkening gaze. "Like what you see? I don't have insurance, but if you'd like to make a full exam, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement."

"You're relentless." She turned away to hide her smile. Quickly, she filled a bowl with water and grabbed a cloth.

"You were the one staring."

"Was not," but even she knew her words rang hollow. Astraea sat beside him. She let the water drip from the wet cloth onto his arm. The thickened blood around the injury loosened and pooled into the base of the tub. The bowl of clear liquid darkened with each rinse. 

Troy focused on her gentle care, trying to stay as still as possible despite the growing pain.

Her careful fingers inspected the area around the wound. Some blood still escaped, but the injury wasn't deep. His arm trembled as she applied antiseptic wash. "Just a flesh wound."

He relished her soft touch despite the intense sting. He swallowed hard, keeping his tone strong and even. "I believe that was my assessment as well." 

She nodded. "I guess even you can be right sometimes."

"So you admit it... I was right, and you just wanted me all to yourself." He wagged his brow, his lips pressing into a cheeky grin.

Astraea pressed slightly harder into the wound as she wrapped his arm in a bandage.

"Easy," he winced. 

"Whoops. My bad. I was having trouble focusing. Obviously, my thoughts of ravishing you now that we're alone were too much for me to handle. I can barely restrain myself." She hoped her sarcastic tone and eye roll would deter further presses into the issue. She exhaled purposefully, hoping to relieve the warmth that continued to grow in her cheeks at the actual thoughts of him clouding her mind. 

As she looked up from the wound, she caught his gaze. He was closer than she expected—his face just a breath away, though neither of them moved.

"How does it look?"

"You'll live." 

His hand settled on hers on the edge of the tub. 

She licked her lips, her eyes locked with his. Any attempt to inhibit the warmth in her cheeks was lost at the moment. 

"Astraea?"

"Yes, Troy?" 

His thumb brushed across her knuckles. The heat of his breath tickled her lips. "Thank you." He leaned forward, closing the gap. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering a moment longer than he probably should have.

"Don't mention it." She quickly turned away, cleaning up the mess they'd made. 

Troy slid his shirt back on and attempted to wash the blood out of his jacket. 

The two shared the small space, stealing glimpses of the other, a subtle smile on their faces each time their gaze met.

A/N 2: Sorry for the lack of creativity in the title. Nothing was coming to me.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. I don't like when other characters get to tend to my LIs wounds. Like no. Let me do that!!! Soft touches and tender moments!

Tags in a reblog, let me know if you'd like to be added or removed

[duskwoodgirl4life]

How two people came together - Part 15

How two people came together - part 15

MC: so what happened with you and Jessy? she's just been crying her eyes out she said you broke up with her. Richy: I can't do this anymore MC, i can't keep living my life like its all a lie it's eating me up inside and i don't know what too do….. MC: Richy what ever it is that's happened you know you can talk too me please tell me what's going on, i will help you in anyway i can. Richy: it was me, it was me all them years ago i did it i did it all MC: Richy you are scaring me now, just tell me am sure it's not all that bad Richy: but it is it is really that bad, it was me that…. it was me that kidnapped Hannah all them years ago, i did it all I sat there in complete shock over that Richy had just told me i couldn't believe it the man that i called a friend he did it all he kidnapped Hanna and made all thoughts phone calls to me hell he was even the one that attacked Jessy. Richy: I understand, i have left letters for you all just know that i don't blame you for hating me i hate myself so much right now tears started too fall down my face i couldn't think i didn't know what too do my brain still trying too process the words. MC: why Richy? why did you do it? why did you kidnap Hannah? why did you make all the calls to me saying you wanted too kill me? why did you attack Jessy? a million questions now going through my head all starting too come out. Richy: I know you have a lot of questions and i know you want answers and that is what i am going too do for you, i will explain everything and then i will go too the police and tell them everything that as happened. It all started the day of the pine glade festival i had been drinking all day i was pretty drunk when i got home there was a knock at my door when i answered it was Hannah and Amy they wanted me too take them back too the festival i think Amy said she had lost something i can't remember i said no because i had been drinking. So i decided too give them the keys too an AMC Gremlin it was due too be scrapped Hannah had been driving it around the yard a few times so i just gave her the keys and they left. A few hours later they both come back banging on my door when i opened it they where both upset the car was covered in blood i just figured they had hit a deer and it had just upset them, but i was so very wrong Hannah told me she had been the one driving when she hit Jennifer she was walking along the side of the road when it happened. Hannah didn't know what too do she asked for my help so she took me too where the accident had happened and all 3 of us took Jennifer into the forest and started too dig. We never spoke of it again until Hannah has started too act different she seemed distant somehow she told me she wanted too go too the police and tell them what happened it was like she had just forgotten me i had kept all of this secret, i couldn't risk losing everything so she had told me a bit about the man without a face and i became him i made him real and kidnapped her.

Amy just wanted too forget about it she couldn't face it anymore so i decided too make the man without a face become real for her, but things didn't go the way they should of i just wanted too scare her but she couldn't take it and she ended her life she had left a letter explaining why she had taken her own life. So i took the letter and moved Amy's body into the forest where Jennifer's body was. MC: this was a lot too take it i was still sat there with tears running down my face not knowing what too do or say, it felt like my whole world had just come down around me and i didn't know how too put it all back together again. i finally pulled myself together and started too type why did you attack Jessy?

Richy: that was never ever planned but i needed too do something too take the heat away from Phil i wasn't expecting him too get arrested, so i attacked her and marked her door MC: why all the threatening phone calls? why did you do that too me? why did you make me watch at blood came from your mouth why?? Richy: I am so sorry MC i never meant too scare you like that truly i am sorry for what i have done too you would you believe me when i tell you that i am truly sorry for everything that i have done i never meant for any of this too happen MC: I do believe you Richy, i know you are not that person but i need you too do something for me please, Richy: sure what is it? MC: meet me at the Aroura later on tonight when it's gone dark no question just be there at midnight Richy: okay i will be there. MC is offline Richy is offline I sat back and the tears started too fall again this time i couldn't control my sobs Jake could hear me from his office and he came out too see if i was okay Jake: Mc what's happened? he sat down next too me and put his arms around me and just held me and waited for me too explain everything that had happened i showed him the chat between me and Richy, he couldn't believe what he was hearing he was in complete shock, but even though he was angry and upset he kept holding me.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Maniac [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Tsukinami Manor

Carla: ーー I doubt I need to remind you, but we are keeping an eye on you two at all times.

If you try anything funny, or fail to carry out the plan on time.

My Familiars will have no mercy ripping both you and that woman apart as per my command.

Laito: Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to tell me a million times.

I thought you said yourself that I’m not an idiot, remember?

Carla: That is exactly why.

Laito: Eh?

Carla: Fools do not even think. However, you are different.

In other words, I realize that there is always the possibility that you will change your mind.

Laito: ...Hmー Well, thank you for the compliment. Although I think you might just be giving me a bit too much credit.

ーー Shall we get going, Bitch-chan?

Yui: Yeah...

( Is this really the best decision...? )

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: Nii-san, why didn’t you have him leave the woman behind with us?

Didn’t we need her as a hostage?

Carla: He is serious.

Shin: ...Aren’t you putting a little too much faith in him?

Carla: Think about what might happen after he kills Karlheinz...

Shin: ...

Carla: That woman might be our way to put a stop to it then. (1)

Shin: I see...

Carla: Either way, the Familiars are keeping a watch on them.

If an unforeseen situation arises, we can easily deal with it.

Shin: I trust you. However, I’ll head to the Demon World as well, just in case.

You should return to Banmaden, okay?

Carla: Yes, very well.

Shin: Well then, I’ll move with haste. I’ll lend you a few Familiars just in case something happens.

Carla: ...

ー The scene shifts to the forest in the Demon World

Laito: I didn’t think we’d find ourselves coming here, out of all places...

Yui: Laito-kun, where are we...?

Laito: It’s Richter’s castle.

Yui: Richter...He’s you guys’ uncle, right?

( If I recall correctly, he’s Karlheinz-san’s younger brother... )

Why would Carla and Shin tell us to come here...?

Laito: I assume that he’s working with the two of them.

He absolutely loathes that man after all.

Yui: Right...

Laito: My family is a mess, don’t you think? Fufufu.

Well, no point in standing here talking forever. I’m not too thrilled about this, but I guess we should head inside?

ー They enter the manor

Richter: ーー Welcome to my castle.

Laito: Thank you for having us, Uncle.

Yui: Pardon the intrusion...

Richter: I heard you will be staying for a while. You haven’t been in the Demon World for quite some time, haven’t you? Take it easy.

Laito: Heeh. You’re being rather kind.

Richter: I’m generous towards those who share the same objective as me.

Yui: ...

( Objective...Does that mean he’s out to kill Karlheinz-san as well...? )

Laito: Oh geez~ You gave me goosebumps just now. Please don’t get the wrong idea.

I’ll kill him for my sake, you know? Not for yours, or for that woman’s.

Richter: Do not refer to your own mother as ‘that woman’!

Laito: Fufufu, my ‘mother’, huh? I’m not quite sure when she ever acted as one though.

Yui: L-Laito-kun!

Laito: Ah, sorry, sorry! I can’t help myself in front of this guy, you see?

Richter: I’ve heard enough. Get to your room.

Laito: Good idea. That’d probably be best for both of us...

Let’s go, Bitch-chan.

Yui: Yeah...

Laito: ーー Aah, there’s one thing I forgot to ask.

Richter: ...What?

Laito: Are you sure you don’t want to do it yourself?

Richter: Do what?

Laito: You hate him, don’t you?

Richter: ...One cannot kill a fellow Vampire out of hatred. You know so as well, don’t you?

Laito: I see. You’re scared, huh?

Richter: ...!!

Laito: Sorry, sorry~ Slip of the tongue, you see?

Yui: ( Haah... Will things be okay like this...? )

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

Yui: ...Laito-kun. Richter-san is letting us stay at his house, so you shouldn’t provoke him like that.

Laito: Haah, I’m sorry, okay? I just end up recalling memories I’d rather forget when I see him...

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun... )

However, I’m worried the two of you will get into a fight.

Laito: You’re right. I should have just punched him across the face instead of beating around the bush.

Yui: Y-You can’t...!

Laito: Ahー ...My bad. I honestly just got irritated...

I wonder if it’s because of the lunar eclipse? That woman’s face keeps on flickering through my mind...

Yui: I see...

ー She embraces him

Laito: Bitch-chan...?

Yui: ( I wrapped my arms around him without thinking... )

I was hoping I could soothe your anger even just a little.

Laito: ...If anything, it has triggered a little something inside of me...Nfu~

Yui: ...!?

*Thud*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You really are a ‘Bitch-chan’, pulling me into a hug like that.”

“Say...You don’t mind, do you? Of course you don’t. I ‘love’ you after all...”

Laito: Woah there, you’re not getting away~

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Laito: You’re the one who enticed me, so you can’t back out now.

Yui: B-But...Right now is...

Laito: Nfu~ Is that a no? But just look at how much I love you...

Yui: ...!!

Laito: I want your blood. Right now...Please...?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Laito-kun, sto...

Laito: Bitch-chan...I love you...

Yui: ( This ‘I love you’ is different...He’s only saying it to silence me. )

( Just when I thought we were finally on the same page. )

( I don’t want him to take out his frustrations on me like this... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Stopーー

Laito: Don’t・want・to!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...! I’m serious, cut it out!

*THUD*

Laito: Wawah...!!

Yui: Ah...!!

( Oh no...I pushed him a little too hard by accident... )

I-I’m sorry, I acted on instinct...

Laito: ...

Yui: A-Are you alright?

Laito: Haah...I’m the one who should apologize.

It’d be fine if you were just pretending to dislike it as part of the fetish, but you were serious just now, weren’t you?

Yui: I...I truly am sorry...

Laito: Don’t sweat it. More importantly, why did you oppose me that strongly?

You have a reason, don’t you?

Yui: Well...

Laito: Tell me.

Yui: ...To me, it appears as if you’ve become desperate.

Laito: Desperate...? In regard to what?

Yui: Well...Yourself...

Laito: I see...

I see...That’s how it comes across, huh? Is that why you refused me?

Yui: I don’t want you to try and cover up a serious matter...By acting like your usual self.

Laito: I’m not covering anything up. Besides, what do you mean with ‘a serious matter’?

Yui: T-The thing about Karlheinz-san. Are you actually...going to kill him?

Laito: Good grief, you’re saying that now as well?

While it may come across as overly desperate because I decided it on the spot.

However, I’m calm. I will kill him because that’s what I want to do.

Yui: Uu...

Laito: There’s nothing desperate about it.

Yui: You’re lying...

Laito: ...I’m not.

Yui: I can tell...That you’re afraid of losing me...

That’s why you’re willingly going to face Karlheinz-san...

You’re hoping that...You’ll lose your life in the process, don’t you?

Because that’d be easier on you...

Because it’d liberate you from your suffering...

Laito: ...

Yui: That’s exactly why I’m saying you’ve become desperate...!

Don’t run away, Laito-kun...!

Laito: Haah...I’ve lost my touch.

Yui: ...

Laito: I didn’t think you’d ever be able to read me so well...

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Bitch-chan, you see...I just want everything to end.

I don’t want to lose another person I hold dear.

Yui: ...Uu...

Laito: Of course, I won’t deny that the love I felt for that woman was nothing but lies and fables, that didn’t get rid of the sense of loss I felt when she passed.

I’m terrified...of experiencing that same feeling again.

The reality that one day you will pass and leave me behind by myself...It scares me.

Yui: Is that why you say you want to die...?

Laito: Exactly. I’m weak. Because I know that,

I’ve always lived in denial of love, never letting myself grow attached to anything or anyone.

...I figured it’d be easier on me...If I never had loved ones to begin with. I wouldn’t have found myself in this current situation either.

However, then you were thrown at me.

I’m stuck in your thorns... (2)

Yui: ...Laito-kun...

Laito: I wonder if I should just kill you instead...?

By doing so...I might be able to escape this fear...?

Aah, but when I think about what will happen to me by doing so, I feel like I’m about to go crazy.

I don’t want to lose you...Yet I’m contemplating killing you myself...

I realize it’s contradicting, but that’s just how much I feel driven up a wall.

Of course, I realize you might not understand as the one who would leave me behind...

ー He embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: ...What should I do?

Laito: You don’t need to do anything. This is my issue, remember?

Everything will be resolved once I’m gone. If I die...No, I want to die.

Yui: Don’t say that...

Besides, I don’t want you to die. What will happen to me...? I’ll be left behind as well, you know...?

Laito: ...

Yui: ( Why won’t he answer my question...? )

You’re being selfish...

Laito: Yeah, you’re right.

Yui: ...I would never leave you though...

Laito: Fufu...

Yui: Why do you laugh?

Laito: I mean, that’s...Right.

ーー You liar...

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Fufufu...

Yui: ( Why would he say that...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Carla says that Yui might become a ‘checkmate’. I’m not 100% certain on what is meant with this line, but perhaps Carla knows that Laito could inherit Karlheinz’ powers upon killing him and plans to use Yui as a back-up plan then.

(2) I found this line to be quite tricky. Literally he says that he can no longer escape the ‘thorn’ (いばら) being Yui/the MC.

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