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aventurineswife · 16 hours ago

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Reader x Kaveh/Veritas (separate) where Reader is clearly going through a hard time but is extremely stubborn about it. And when their partner insists that they speak, the reader would try to "seduce" their partner into forgetting the topic. And by seduce, I mean pushing their partner again the wall in the most awkward way ever and getting second-hand embarrassment from the act. But.. at least their partner did forget.. or did they? (Could be funny, or suggestive, or a mix of both. You could also twist things around and make Kaveh/Veritas show me how to accurately seduce someone)

Seduction, as a Last Resort

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Humor, Emotional Struggle, Fluff, Established Relationship, Lighthearted Romance, Awkward Situations, Seduction Fail, Comfort, Emotional Support.

Warnings: Minor awkwardness, unintentional humor, slight emotional tension, flirting.

It was late into the evening at Ratio's observatory when you walked in, your steps heavy and face tense despite your efforts to mask it. Ratio, perched over an array of glowing charts, didn’t look up at first, but his sharp gaze flicked toward you as you hesitated at the door.

“You’ve been restless lately,” he said matter-of-factly, not looking away from his work. “What’s troubling you?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

Ratio set down his pen, leaning back in his chair. “Your voice betrays you. If you’re under the impression you can fool me, I suggest you reconsider.” His eyes glimmered with calculated curiosity.

You sighed. The last thing you wanted was a verbal sparring match with the man who could dismantle your emotional walls with surgical precision. Instead, an impulsive idea struck.

“Fine. You want to talk? Let’s talk.”

Before Ratio could process your tone, you strode up to him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him—awkwardly—against the nearest bookshelf. The collision wasn’t graceful; you miscalculated your own strength, nearly knocking a tome off the shelf.

Ratio blinked, his usually composed demeanor disrupted. “What…are you doing?”

“Distracting you,” you replied with forced confidence, leaning closer in an attempt to appear seductive. You weren’t sure where to put your hands; one hovered near his chest, the other gripped the edge of the shelf like a lifeline.

Ratio’s expression morphed into something unreadable—half amusement, half bemusement. “I must admit, this is a novel approach to avoiding conversation.”

“You’re distracted, right?” you pressed, your voice cracking slightly. “See? It’s working.”

His lips twitched upward, a rare, genuine smirk appearing on his face. “If by ‘distracted,’ you mean confused by the lack of coordination in your attempt to seduce me, then yes, it’s working.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You stepped back, muttering apologies, but Ratio caught your wrist. His gaze softened, losing some of its sharpness.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” he said, voice low but teasing. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you close enough for your breath to mingle with his. “Distraction, when executed properly, is an art.”

Your heart raced as he leaned in, only to pause and whisper, “But we’ll revisit this later. For now, let’s talk about what’s bothering you.”

The cozy warmth of the apartment you shared with Kaveh was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. Kaveh, seated on the couch with a half-finished blueprint on the table, glanced up as you entered the room with a strained smile.

You groaned. He hadn’t forgotten after all.

“Alright,” he said, setting his pencil aside. “Spill it.”

“Spill what?” you replied, too quickly.

“You’ve been off all day,” Kaveh said gently but firmly. “Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong.”

You hesitated. Kaveh’s concern was as endearing as it was exasperating. He always meant well, but the idea of unpacking your mess of emotions felt unbearable. Instead, a ridiculous plan formed in your mind.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said, stepping toward him. “But if you insist…”

Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. He stumbled slightly, caught off guard, as you backed him against the wall. You placed your hands on either side of his head, trapping him.

“W-What are you doing?” Kaveh asked, his voice pitching higher than usual.

“I’m seducing you,” you said, though your confidence wavered. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Kaveh’s face turned red, his eyes darting anywhere but at you. “This is…uh…”

“I’m great at this, right?” you added, though even you could feel the awkward tension. Your elbows were locked in the most uncomfortable position imaginable, and your attempt at a smoldering gaze probably looked more like a squint.

Kaveh stared at you for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, Archons…this is adorable!”

“Adorable?!” you spluttered, mortified.

“You’re terrible at this,” he said between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “But it’s cute, I’ll give you that.”

You groaned, dropping your arms. “Okay, fine. You win. Forget I even tried that.”

Kaveh’s laughter softened, and he pulled you into a hug. “You don’t have to distract me,” he said softly. “Just tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you.”

You sighed, leaning into his embrace. “I’ll tell you, but only if you promise to forget this ever happened.”

“No promises,” Kaveh teased, grinning.

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piracytheorist · 18 hours ago

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In Life, And in Death (2/11)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 3.5k for this chapter | 7.6k so far | 32.4k in total Rating: T Warnings: Temporary character death, graphic violence, horror imagery, body horror, mild gore, whump, language Cover art by @buf309

Summary: Anya is kidnapped, and Twilight is thrown into the horrors of a mysterious, deadly village. Forced and then choosing to survive its trials - physical and mental - he's brought to figure out who he truly is. (A Resident Evil Village fusion)

AO3 Read from the beginning

Chapter 2: Mutation

Twilight turned around the hallways, realizing he was going in circles. The mansion was massive, with various doors leading him to the same rooms.

Deciding to walk back to the main entrance, his jaw tensed when he heard the tall lady’s heels approaching. He barely managed to hide behind a corner as he heard her entering one of the bedrooms.

Careful, but unable to quell his curiosity, he stepped closer.

He could hear the sound of a rotary phone’s dial turning, then a short silence.

“Mother Miranda,” the woman said. “I regret to inform you that Loid Forger has escaped from your servants.”

A pause, as whoever that Miranda was, probably replied.

“Because he is in my castle, and has already proven too much for my daughters to handle! When I find him—” Her angry voice cut off, then continued. “No, Mother Miranda.” Her voice sounded more tense now, as if she was barely holding back. “Yes, of course I understand the importance of the ceremony. I won’t let you down.”

A definitive cling was heard as she hung up. Then she let out a roar, accompanied by something heavy being thrown against a wall.

“To hell with the ceremony!” she shouted. “That man will pay for what he’s done…”

He ran and hid again when he heard her heels coming closer. She exited the room, hands curled into fists, stomping as a quiet growl emanated from her. She went down the hallway away from him, and then downstairs.

He walked carefully into the room she’d been in. The object she’d thrown was apparently another big vanity, the rotary phone lying in pieces under the upturned furniture.

He looked at the plugs on the wall. He was a little surprised this mansion had landlines, but most importantly, this room had a balcony, looking out over a small courtyard.

If he jumped around the adjoined balconies, he could reach the ones right next to that damn wall surrounding the castle, and from there he at least would have half its height to climb. It would be no easy feat—

His eyes widened when he spotted something familiar on a small table at the other corner.

Two small black cones, adorned with a golden semi-circular pattern around the base.

Anya’s hair ornaments.

His throat went dry.

Anya…

He walked to them. They seemed so wrong in this place.

Where was she?

He wasn’t given the time to further wonder about her, or who that Miranda was, or what that “ceremony” was about. His breath froze when the door behind him opened. He turned, seeing the massive form of the lady of the castle as she bent down to reach through.

“Oh shit,” he whispered.

Had she heard him, or just baited him in there?

“There you are,” she said. “All this for a child who isn’t even here!”

What?

Her face looked calm, but her eyes were burning with rage.

It had only been a few times he’d managed to talk himself out of such a dire situation. In this case, knowing that he had killed her daughter, an effort was highly unlikely to succeed.

Still, he had to try.

He spread his arms, raising his eyebrows in innocence. “If I may—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, as she reached with her hand, grabbing his throat and jaw in it.

“You ungrateful, selfish wretch!” she said, lifting him up with barely any effort.

His feet kicked in the air helplessly.

“You come into my house,” she continued, slamming his face onto the floor, “you lay your filthy man-hands on my daughters,” she slammed him down again, “and now you even deem yourself worthy of speaking to me?!” and again. “How dare you!?”

She pushed down further, until he felt the wooden floor crack underneath him.

Then, her hand twitched, and long nails emerged from her fingers, one of them reaching right into his left eye.

He wailed in pain as the floor broke completely, and he fell down into a hole many stories down. His wail and breath cut off as he landed on his back.

He lay where he was, trembling. He could still hear her shout from above, “Rest while you can, because I will hunt you, and I will break you!”

Breathing deep, he realized his vision was completely blocked from his left side.

Oh, no. Oh, no. He didn’t have time for that!

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he brought out the healing liquid, and his mind fleeing, he poured all of it right over his eye.

Within a few seconds, his vision was full again, and he could blink both eyes.

He could have sworn his back must have broken after falling down so many floors, but he was either too lucky or the healing liquid did its magic on every hurt part of him, as he managed to get up immediately.

Get out, get out, get out.

Managing to get back up the stairs and into a library room, he was ambushed by another one of the women. The buzzing of flies announced her arrival, as she said “So, you finally came to see me! Everyone falls for me in time.”

Damn it all to hell.

He didn’t have the time to honey trap this woman.

Not that… not that she would actually be interested in him that way and also let him live.

He simply raised his gun at her and made his intentions clear. “I just want to get out of here.”

She laughed at him, and all but flew at him, reaching with her hand at him.

He prepared himself for an assault, caught completely off-guard when she simply caressed his cheek.

“Aw. You really are one of the pretty ones.”

He forced his body to not move; the woman, who looked quite like her sister, save for having red hair, reached forward and sniffed at his skin.

His hand trembled. It truly wasn’t an appropriate situation for a honey trap, but why did he feel such fear at her proximity?

Still reeling from his wavering emotions, he couldn’t move away in time before she slashed at him with her scythe.

He groaned, clenching his jaw, and he shot at her face.

She laughed again. “Poor little man-thing,” she said.

Right. They were sensitive to cold.

Staggering back, blood dripping down his chest, he looked up at the skylight on the ceiling.

Long shot, but his only shot.

He raised the gun and shot at the glass. It took three shots until it shattered, and the woman shrieked just like the previous one had.

“Ow! So mean,” she said.

Her reaction almost took him out. Considering the lady called all three of them her “daughters”, it might not be wise to inform this woman that probably killing her “sister” was even meaner than exposing her to the cold.

She ran around, trying to find a spot away from the freezing wind, as she yelled in anger more than in pain.

“Why are you doing this?!”

He bit his tongue. Hadn’t he made himself clear already?!

She was fast, hiding behind bookcases and tables, but shaken as he was he still was an excellent shot, so he drove a bullet into her head, as small of damage as it would do.

“You can’t be serious! You’ll kill me!”

How many bullets had the other one required?

“JUST LET ME GO!” he yelled.

“Oh, you’ll be a part of me forever!”

Why was he still trying to reason with them?

He kept shooting at her.

“What are you doing?!” she said, her gait staggering as she kept running around. “Don’t you love me?!”

Oh, she was still full of surprises.

She tried to hide behind a bookcase, and he took the chance to reload his gun.

“A dream. This is a dream,” she said, nearly whimpering.

More like a nightmare. For both of them, probably.

“This is your final warning,” he said, pushing the magazine back in place. “Let me go, now.”

She shrieked, getting out of her hiding place and flying at him. She was fast, but he shot repeatedly just as fast.

She wailed, nearly falling over. “I… don’t… wanna die…” Her voice was strained as she reached out with her free hand, as if looking for support. From him?

He breathed out as her body turned to stone too, then ash.

The lady of the castle was not going to like this.

He decided to try his luck going further up again.

He got rewarded by finding a small armory. While it seemed full of old-fashioned chain mail and swords, his eyes landed on a weapons case where a few old but sturdy-looking shotguns lay, along with ammunition for them, a few hand grenades, and another bottle of that healing liquid.

His luck immediately turned on its head as he heard the buzzing of flies.

“I was worrying my sisters had gotten to you first.”

His face cringed at her entertained tone. News didn’t travel fast in this castle.

“I haven’t cut open a man in a while! Let me string you up, slice your jugular, and just watch…” she said, pushing over a tall case of hand weapons so it blocked the exit.

Oh, this one wasn’t interested in games.

He looked around; there wasn’t a window he could break open. How could he—

He then spotted a long crack on the wall, light coming from the other side. This room hadn’t been used or renovated in some time, and even the bricks of that wall seemed loose enough to come apart easily.

One of the grenades was still in his hand.

Might as well try, then.

He pulled the pin and threw the grenade at the wall, running to the other side across. The woman seemed to ignore his throw as she fell on top of him, ready to bite at his neck.

The grenade went off, and the wall came apart enough for cold wind to gush right in.

The woman jerked back, screaming just like he’d expected.

Just like with the first woman, her hood fell back, revealing a similar scar on her temple, surrounded by black hair.

But this one seemed terribly furious. “You’ve ruined the hunt!” she exclaimed.

He shook his head. “I’m so over this,” he said to himself, grabbing one of the shotguns this time.

“Curse you!” she said when his first shot got her. “I’ll mount your head on my wall!”

The shotgun had a slower shooting speed, but judging by her reactions, it seemed to do more damage to her. Having fought two of her “sisters”, he could now predict her attacks better, and avoid them far more easily while shooting at her with more efficiency.

“No! It’s a lie!” she kept saying.

He couldn’t run, as he was. He would have to move the weapons case away from the exit, and there was no way this woman was going to let him do that.

So he kept shooting.

Until he heard the by now familiar sizzling sound, and she started swinging wildly with her scythe. “You will not get away!” she seethed. “You’re my prey… mine…”

He kept the shotgun up and aimed at her until she too was a pile of ash.

He looked at those remains. Survival, even at the cost of other people’s lives, had been drilled into him long time ago. On one hand, he had been the one trespassing, on the other, all four of them had made their sadistic intentions with him perfectly clear.

He wasn’t one to sit and dwell on what he’d just done, but it was fairly disheartening that his only choices had been to kill or be killed.

Was that why he was thrown into that castle’s yard? Just to be their next meal?

But they knew about Anya. And according to the lady’s words, she wasn’t even in that place.

So, why all that?

He looked at the hole he’d made on the wall. There was a small balcony on the floor underneath, right next to the top of a small building that was connected to the wall around the castle. Climbing in from that height was definitely feasible, and he could then jump over.

He hung the shotgun on his shoulder and packed up ammunition for it, before he headed out, carefully jumping onto the balcony below. Halfway through his path, however, he heard the lady wail in grief again.

He wasn’t fast enough. She saw him and marched toward him, her long legs bringing her faster to him than he had the time to reach the wall.

She grabbed him by the wrist, lifting him up again. “You’ve ruined everything!” she yelled. She reached back with her free hand, and long nails – no, claws came out her fingers.

And then she drove those claws into his stomach.

His breath left him.

She threw him away, blood splattering all the way where he landed. He coughed and gasped, covering his stomach with his left hand while his right reached for the healing liquid.

As he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount on his skin, he watched the horrific sight in front of him.

The lady’s body was shaking, spasms running through it as she screamed.

Something told him this wasn’t just physical pain for her.

Then a massive wing emerged from her back, accompanied by a cracking sound.

She screamed again when another wing appeared on the other side of her back.

He breathed fast, and hard. He tried to crawl away while right before his eyes her body transformed into what he could only describe as a beast from nightmares and horror stories.

She fell on all fours; her body grew even more in size, ripping through her clothes. Her limbs turned into serpent-like claws, her wings reminding him of fantastical dragons. Her torso and waist expanded; a mouth full of teeth formed on the front, and emerging from the back of the beast was a torso and a head of what he could only assume was the woman’s remaining body.

Even human-shaped as that was, there was nothing human about it.

Though she seemed to be in pain, she threw her head back and laughed. “Flesh, bones, I will devour all of you!” she said in a distorted voice. He didn’t know which mouth that voice had come from, her human one or the one full of teeth.

He kept crawling back as she took flight, grabbing his whole body with one of her clawed feet.

She flew up, near the top of a tower, and threw him down on its balcony. She landed in front of him, laughing again. “You’ll die a painful death!” she said.

Disoriented as he was, he took out the shotgun and shot at her. The first two shells missed her, but when he actually hit her, she growled and took flight again.

Breathing hard, he stood up and assessed his position. He was on a balcony of one of the highest floors of a tower, and there was a small turret in each corner. Just as he considered taking shelter in one of the turrets to reload his guns, the beast came back and crushed one of them with her feet.

“I will destroy you!” she yelled, walking at him.

He shot at the woman-like shape on the back of the dragon form, and while she seemed to get hurt by it, she laughed again.

“You’re a lucky man, Loid Forger!” she said. “Besides Miranda, you’re the only one to ever see me in this form. Too bad you’ll pay for it with your life!”

He shot at her again and slid under her stomach. A risky move, he realized, as she could very easily crush him by simply falling on top of him, but he managed to get behind her, and her form was too big to turn on the narrow balcony.

He shot again, as carefully as he could, while she walked to the corner of the balcony so that she’d have more space to turn around and face him.

Then his shotgun was out.

“Too late for regrets!” she said and smacked him with her claw.

He was pushed into a wall, his breath getting knocked out of him. Desperate, he took out the handgun and shot blindly.

She yelled again, adding a “I’ll tear you limb from limb!” then jumped off, flying away.

He struggled to regain his breath as he tried to assess what her next move would be. Was she trying to slam into him from the air?

He stood up shakily and started reloading the shotgun.

Still in the air, she said, “How dare you talk about saving your daughter when you’ve murdered mine?!”

He froze, looking up at the incoming beast.

Was that all about Anya?

He leaned back against the wall, trying to put his thoughts in order.

What was he even supposed to do?

He feigned weakness as she approached, and though his blood was freezing in fear, he moved away just in time for her to slam on the wall and not on him.

“You human pest!” she shrieked.

His shotgun full, he started shooting at her.

As big as she was, she was slow. He was able to run around the balcony to reach her from behind and shoot her, while she was still struggling to turn around.

“Like hell you’ll kill me!” she said and took flight again.

This time she was careful to fly around in a confusing pattern; he was too shaken by all the damage in his body and had too little ammo to risk shooting blindly at her.

Midway through her attempted attack she gasped, saying, “Not enough blood! More, more blood!”

And she slammed into him.

Most of the force of her attack was, luckily, taken by the wall behind him, where a hole formed. He was pushed into the hole, landing on a set of stairs, as she screamed over him, “I need your flesh!”

Flies started coming out of her, surrounding him and biting at him all at once. He swung at them and turned around, running up the stairs to the top of the tower.

“You’ve got nowhere else to go!” she shouted at him as she flew around the building.

There were only open arches so far up – he had no cover. But going down the tower wasn’t ideal either, with her slamming into it and causing debris to fall everywhere.

“Come now, don’t be shy. Show me your terror!” she lunged forward, breaking the wall once again and throwing him down. “Now, time to die!”

She was too close. Her mouth full of teeth only needed a short move to the front to devour him.

He took out a grenade, activated it and threw it right in her mouth. He then took out the handgun and emptied the magazine on her human form.

She screamed and yelled.

Just as another magazine was almost emptied on her, blood exploded off her massive body, and she collapsed forward.

“Damn you, Forger!”

The floor cracked underneath her weight, but she managed to grab him in her claw.

Desperate, he drove his knife into her cracking skin, but she didn’t react at all. She only dragged him down the hole with her.

“It’s too late! You’ll never see your Anya again. Succumb to your despair!” she cried as they both fell.

She dropped first, and his fall was only broken slightly by him landing on her flank instead of the stone floor.

Gasping in pain, he turned to look at her crumbling form.

“Curse you…” she wheezed with her last breath, calcifying into stone and ash.

He found himself crawling back into a corner, his jaw trembling.

Ten seconds… just ten seconds…

He looked up at the hole she’d made. He wasn’t ready to calculate how many stories that was that he’d dropped.

His body was shaking, violent shivers running down his limbs, but he didn’t feel any part that hurt all too much.

It was more than the adrenaline of the fight, or the shock of the drop, or the pain he wasn’t crippled by, and he knew it.

What that woman had just said, that he’d never see Anya again…

Why was that worming into his brain?

Did that mean she was in danger?

He swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and held his breath.

His body needed more than ten seconds to stop trembling, and his feet were still shaking when he got up, but at least he managed to get up.

A yellow object caught his attention on the other side of the room. He walked closer, examining it.

It was a square glass flask with yellow opaque paint around it. It seemed sealed shut, and the only indication of whatever was in it was a label that wrote “SUBJECT 007 – HEAD”

He swallowed hard, suddenly thankful the flask was opaque.

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