#ah yes butler au

[thegamingcatmom]

Vampire!AU where Mother Miranda takes you as her bride.

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That is all.

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JK-

Right so:

Miranda is obv. the Vampire Queen or whatever.

Alcina and her daughters are vampires too, obv.

So are the maids that were canonically experimented on. (Miranda gotta have some numbers.)

Since we got vampires in there, we also gotta have werewolves, right?

-> Enter Heisenberg and his lycans.

Sal is the butler (aka: The heart and soul of the house, bless him).

Donna is...a mystery.

"The Mold" is basically Miranda´s nest

Eva is alive and kicking.

And a vampire too.

She can be...scary.

Just like Momma.

The "vessel" operation is still going strong. However-

It´s her long deceased wife Miri´s trying to bring back.

Reincarnation style, if you will.

Uhhh, what else...OH-

The villagers are under some sort of vampiric mind control (aka the mold?) that allows Miranda and her coven to feed on them undisturbed.

-> Enter MC (aka The Disturbance).

aka: The bane and salvation of Miranda´s existence.

Miranda is hooked right away for obv. reasons (points to the aforementioned wife thing).

(Eva will be overjoyed to learn her Mama has returned.)

She must have MC.

Their wedding shall be a grand celebration for the whole village to see.

A celebration fit for royalty, as it should-

MC: "Uhhh...excuse me?"

Miranda: *gradually snaps out of her frenzied inner monologue to blink at MC with a mix of confusion and reverence*

MC: "I´m looking for a dude called Heisen...*checks her palm* ...bur-BERG. HeisenBERG. Do you know where I can find him, by chance?"

Miranda: *slow blinking*

MC: *slow blinking too*

Miranda: *remembers this is her soon-to-be bride*

Miranda: "Ah...forgive my...manners. *awkward smile cause being nice is indeed quite awkward, bride or not*...Heisenberg, you say? Why, yes...I am quite familiar with that...man."

Miranda: *fights back an instinctive hiss! cause werewolf*

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MC: "...O-kay...? Can you tell me where I can find him, then?"

Miranda: *slow blinking*

MC: *slow blinking too*

Miranda, getting sus: "...And to what possible end, if I might ask?"

MC: *tf is that question*

MC, getting annoyed: "...Because I asked...?"

Miranda: *eye starts twitching as she fights back the urge to lash out at the sheer audacity-*

Miranda: *...soon.to.be.bride*

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Miranda: "...Of course... *dark fake chuckle*...You shall find him in that factory of his. *points down the road* Follow this trail until it splits, then proceed to the right, where you will come across a large windmill. From there, it is rather impossible to miss."

Miranda, under her breath: "Unfortunately..."

MC, who is totally not weirded out by now: "...Okay...thanks. Uh...cya around?"

Miranda: *wedding bells*

Miranda: *satisfied smile starts spreading*

Miranda: "Hm...cya, indeed..."

MC: "..."

Miranda: "..."

MC: *slowly turns around and continues down the road*

Miranda: "...Little bat?"

MC: *stops in her tracks*

MC: *hesitantly turns around cause, despite being the only other person present besides Strange Lady, she still doubts whether that nickname was actually meant for her cause...whut?*

MC: "...Yes?"

Miranda: *satisfied smile becomes even more satisfied because her term of endearment has been accepted*

Miranda: *turns serious all of a sudden*

Miranda, doing her vampire compelling thing: "...Tell me."

MC, without hesitation: "He´s my uncle."

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Miranda:

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This was supposed to be a sexy vampire thing and then it turned into reincarnation & vampires vs werewolves with MC in the middle of it all cause our girl might just be the only one capable of uniting their worlds and ending a war that has been raging for centuries.

(Could this war have anything to do with a certain someone dying at the hands of a certain someone else? Good question. 🤔)

And it all starts with a (rather questionable) marriage.

THAT IS ALL.

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This post was brought to you by The Invitation - a (rather poorly made) movie about vampires.

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EDIT:

NO BUT LISTEN-

Miranda going "I'll take what is due", just like she did in Resi Village? Except what is "due" is her wife, who died at the hands of one of the lycans? Or even Heisenberg himself??

Miranda going "I've waited so long for you..." when she meets MC, just like she did in Shadows of Rose when she met Rose??

THOUGHTS FEELS IDEAS 😭

(Dammit, I might actually have to write it now cause I am OBSESSED. 😩🤌)

[petitelepus]

The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 6

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Hantengu, and his clones are living your life as you should… Only, the past comes to take you back.

Warnings: Abusive Family, Threatening, Arranged Marriage

A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu, Urami

Tags: @hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha, @star-dust-wanderer

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

It was a beautiful day and not a cloud was in the sky, yet you chose to spend it inside with your beloved Demons, behind closed curtains so the sunlight wouldn't hurt them. You were chopping meat while the 5 Demons were in the living room, playing games when suddenly the doorbell chimed.

"Who could that be?" You wondered out loud as you put the knife down and wiped your hands on your apron as you approached and opened the door.

"Yes-?" Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw a tall man standing behind your door. You knew this man. The glasses, the suit, the gloves on his hands.

"Nicolas?" You gasped and the man nodded, "Good day, young Lady."

You flinched as you heard him and you immediately tried to slam the door shut, but the man put his foot between and forced the door open. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"How did you find me?" You wondered out loud and suddenly you felt four murderous auras coming from behind you. All the commotion had alerted your Demons who came to see what was happening.

"What the Hell is going on!?" Sekido shouted and Nicolas looked at your Demons over your shoulder.

"I see you have chosen to spend your money on other Demons. At least these ones appear more appealing than the one Master bought for you." Nicolas said and you frowned, "What the Hell do you want?"

"I have come to bring you back home." The man said and you blinked, stunned, "What?!"

"Master wants to have a word with you."

"Didn't you know that he kicked me out?" You asked back, "What makes you think I want to speak with him?"

"I couldn't care any less what a spoiled child like you wants. What Master wants, Master gets."

Ah, as always, Nicolas was a cold and calculative bastard who only cared about your stepfather's wants and needs. The butler stepped aside and showed you a limousine with the door wide open, "Hop in."

"I'm not-!" You were about to object, but the man gave you one of his famous chilling glares, "I wasn't asking, young Lady."

"…" You glared at him before you finally nodded and stepped outside, "My Demons-!"

"Your Demons stay behind."

"…Fine-!" You were saying when Karaku suddenly reached for you from behind and your eyes widened as you saw his hands burn as sunlight touched them. The Demon hissed as he grabbed you and pulled you back inside.

"Mistress isn't going anywhere with you!" The Demon hissed, but the butler didn't even blink, "My orders were to take young Lady back to Master. I won't let some uncivilized Demons who don't know their place stop me from carrying out my orders."

"Just a second Nicolas!" You said as you closed the door and the first thing you did was to grab Karaku's blistered hands, "Karaku, your hands…!"

"I'll live." The Demon grunted but he and his fellow clones were agitated.

"Mistress, you can't go with that man!" Urogi shouted, and you frowned, "I don't want to but I have to!"

"What if he hurts you!?" Sekido snapped and Aizetsu cried out, "We don't know what they might do to you when we aren't there to protect you!"

"Guys, you don't understand! Nicolas is an asshole and knows how to hurt Demons even without exposing them directly to sunlight! I won't let him hurt any of you!"

"But what about you and your safety?" Karaku asked and you bit your lower lip, "It can't be helped…"

"M- Mistress…?"

You all turned to look and saw Hantengu looking at you desperately from the couches. The clones shared a look, nodded, and looked at you, "We have a plan."

It took a couple of minutes, but finally, you stepped out of the house and made sure to shut the door behind you. Nicolas nodded as he held the limousine door for you and as soon as you were inside, he followed you.

As the door shut, the car took off and you kept glaring at Nicolas during the whole ride… with Hantengu hidden between in your shirt, between your breasts.

You thought back about the conversation you had with the 5 Demons.

"So, this is the plan. You will take the original one with you and he will be our eyes and ears." Sekido said and Aizetsu nodded, "And if things appear like they might go south, the original one will pop out and protect you."

"No offense guys, but how can Hantengu help me if something bad happens?" You asked as you pulled your shirt's collar down and Urogi dropped extremely nervous Hantengu inside

"Trust us." The clones nodded, "He can and he will protect you."

You weren't sure how sweet little Hantengu could protect you, but you trusted him and his clones. Enough to even take the little shy Demon with you.

"What, no small talk?" Nicolas broke the silence and you frowned, "Why would I want to talk with you?"

"Now now, young Lady. I may work for Master, but I did look after you through your whole childhood."

"You mean how you would teach me manners? Yeah, hitting me with a ruler certainly made me a better person." You hissed at him and you could feel Hantengu silently whimper inside your shirt.

Nicolas didn't even flinch as he took off his glasses and wiped them with a napkin, "I see you could have used a little more disciplining."

"Touch me and it will be the last thing you ever do..!"

The rest of the car ride was quiet, but inside your head alarms were going off. You couldn't understand why your stepfather wanted to see you after kicking you out months ago. Whatever he wanted, it wasn't going to be anything nice.

Finally, the car stopped and Nicolas stepped out to hold the door open for you. You followed him outside and into the mansion. As soon as you stepped inside, you could see the many Demon slaves turning to look at you.

You frowned, hating the fear you could see in their eyes as Nicolas passed them by. You were certain that he disciplined them also, only worse since they were just slaves to him and not honorable members family. The butler took you to your stepfather's office, knocking first before opening the door, "Master, I have retrieved young Lady."

"Good." Your stepfather who you hadn't seen for months nodded. The man was sitting on his huge chair and smoking a cigar as he looked at you and you blinked, stunned by the look he was giving you. He looked almost excited to see you, but your stepsiblings sitting next to him weren't.

"Well done Nicolas. You may leave now." The man said and the butler nodded as he left, closing the door behind him, but you stayed glued on your spot.

Well, until your stepfather motioned you to approach him, "Starfish! What are you doing all the way there? Come here, come here, my good child!"

You scowled as you walked over but you refused to take a seat. You weren't there because you wanted to be and you wouldn't lie to yourself.

"What the Hell do you want?" You asked but your stepfather didn't flinch. No, he blew out some cigar smoke and grinned, "Straight to the point? Alright, I was hoping we could do this quickly."

"Do what?"

"I have out of the goodness of my heart decided to take you back to the family."

"Back? Here?" You weren't believing what you were hearing. Cecil and Amanda, your stepsiblings scowled, "Trust us, we aren't that enthusiastic about this either."

"Quiet!" Your stepfather snapped at his kids and then he just smiled at you like nothing was wrong.

"What your brother and sister are saying is that they are sorry for what they did to your belongings." He glanced at them, "Aren't you?"

Cecil and Amanda looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but there. Reluctantly, they both nodded and their father smiled at you, "I have everything prepared for your return back home. Your stuff, money, and even your soon-to-be husband!"

"Whoa, whoa! Husband!? Marriage!?" You raised your hands up, stopping everything, "With who!?"

"I thought you might ask! A highly potential business partner of mine is looking for a wife and I thought that who could be better than my own daughter!" The man was all smiles but you weren't exactly happy.

"What, why can't Amanda do it!? Pimp her with him!" You snapped and your stepsister scowled at you, "I don't want to marry some old fart!"

"So I have to!?" You couldn't believe this. Your stepfather dragged you back only to match you with some business partner of his? You were pretty fucking sure that he was after some deal or better yet, money.

"I already suggested Amanda, but my partner wasn't interested in her." Your stepfather said and you crossed your arms, feeling completely and utterly disgusted.

"Why? Did she keep her legs open long enough to attract flies?" You asked and your stepsister glared at you, "Fuck you!"

"That's exactly why no one wants you." You shot right back at her before looking at her father, "So, let me get this straight? First, you kick me out and now, after months, you want me to come back and marry someone I don't even know!?"

"Starfish, I'm just looking out for your well-being! You're my child and I care-!"

"I'm not even your child, I never was or am now! I'm not even part of this family! Don't you remember!? You bought me out!"

The man's smile dropped and he sighed as he took what was left of his cigar and stumped it on an ashtray and suddenly it felt like the whole room's temperature had dropped. It felt dangerous.

"I had a feeling that this might happen." He nodded and looked at you so coldly, it turned you breathless.

"If you don't do as I say, I will have my men led by Nicolas, to go to your house and beat up that ugly piece of shit you call your slave and then drag it out and let the sun burn it until only ashes remain. Of course, that thing will be begging for death by the time Nicolas is done with it."

You were shocked by what you heard. This fucker was trying to blackmail you by threatening your sweet little Hantengu?! The Demon who never hurt anyone, he shouldn't be hurt because of you or your fucked up stepfamily!

"You cowardly bastard…!" You growled as you squeezed your hands into fists, wishing you could take a swing at the bastard, but you knew he wasn't afraid to give you a black eye in exchange.

You could feel how Hantengu was shivering hard in your shirt… Only unknownst to you, he wasn't shivering because of fear, but fury. How could this man who was supposed to be your father be so cruel to you, his sweet kind Mistress? The Demon couldn't control himself anymore.

"Now, be a good girl and-!" Your stepfather was saying but a growl cut through the air, "You ungrateful…!"

"What was that-?"

"You ungrateful humans!" Came a roar and you yelped as Hantengu jumped out of your shirt. You almost couldn't believe your eyes when the small Demon grew into a huge one, twice bigger than his original form, and instead of looking fearful, he appeared so furious it nearly startled you.

"H Hantengu!?" You gasped but the Demon either ignored you or was too furious to hear you. Cecil and Amanda screamed as the Demon grabbed the huge desk and easily threw it across the room. While your stepsiblings screamed and ran away from the room, your stepfather was frozen in his seat as he stared at Hantengu with his eyes wide in shock.

"You hideous humans! So cruel, so cruel to my Mistress! Mistress who is kind and caring, my sweet Mistress who is so good to me!" The Demon shouted angrily as he moved to grab your stepfather, but you couldn't let him hurt the man, even if he was an asshole.

Demons who hurt humans were ordered to be put down and would be hunted down like animals, and you didn't want that to happen to your sweet little Hantengu!

"Hantengu, no!" You cried out as you tried to stop him. You grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled, but he wouldn't budge. He seemed determined to get to your stepfather and you became desperate as you feared for Hantengu's safety and life.

So you put all your strength into your arms, wrapped them around the Demon, hugging him with all you had as you cried out, "Please! Listen to me Hantengu and calm down!"

The Demon flinched and finally, it looked like your actions and words got through to him and he regained some of his senses back. Slowly, you felt him relax and as he calmed down, he started to shrink. You kept hugging him until he was tiny enough to rest on the palms of your hands.

"M- Mistress…?" He whimpered as tears rose to his red eyes and you smiled as you kissed the bump on his head, "Thank you for protecting me Hantengu. Please rest now, since I am safe thanks to you."

The poor little Hantengu sobbed as he nodded, furiously trying to wipe his tears. You smiled a little and planted a gentle little peck on the top of his head before pulling your shirt's collar down and slipping him back inside, between the warmth and safety of your breasts.

"W- what-!" You looked up and saw your stepfather looking at you, shocked and scared witless, "What was that monster!?"

"I don't need to tell you anything," You snapped at him before noticing that the man had pissed his pants. Disgusting, but he absolutely deserved the humiliation. In a way, it was satisfying to see that bastard trembling so hard his teeth clattered together.

"We're done here. You can tell that business partner of yours to find a wife from somewhere else." You said as you glared at your pitiful stepfather coldly, "If you ever contact me again or threaten me or my Demons, I will destroy you…!"

With that said, you turned to leave and as you made it to the door, a bunch of Demon slaves rushed to the room, led by Nicolas and your stepsiblings coming behind at the back of the group.

"Master, are you alright!?" The usually stone-cold man asked as he passed you without a second glance and rushed to treat the asshole who pissed himself in fear.

You saw Demons looking wide-eyed, but you didn't miss how some seemed… Kinda glad and amused by the fact that their Master had been utterly and completely humiliated. You smiled, relishing the fact that they had something to gossip about when they would be resting and away from the prying ears of their tormentors'.

As you passed the door, you saw Cecil and Amanda staring at you like you were a human for the first time, and more than that, you were the first one who had ever stood against your awful parent.

"Take a picture while you are at it. It will last longer," You snapped and they frowned but made no attempt to stop you from leaving. You marched through the mansion and straight to the limousine still parked in front of the huge building. You knocked on the front window and it rolled down to reveal the driver.

"Hey, can you throw me back to my place?" You asked and the guy nodded and you thanked him as you stepped back and entered the limousine. As soon as the door closed, the car took off and you were on your way back home where your Demons were no doubt anxiously waiting.

But you did have some questions.

"Hantengu?" You asked as you pulled your shirt's collar and the small Demon yelped as he looked up at you, "Y- Yes Mistress…?"

"Thank you one more time for saving me." You smiled, and your curiosity got the better of you, "I didn't know you could change your size like that?"

"I- It requires energy…" The frail Demon started to tremble fearfully, "B- But that man was going to hurt my Mistress…! I- I couldn't stand it…!"

"Hey hey, breath Hantengu, breath," You said quickly before he could turn hysterical, "I'm not angry. No no, I'm thankful. You really saved me there, but…"

"B- But…?"

You wanted to tell him that a little warning would have been nice. You had no idea that cute little Hantengu could turn so furious and grow like that… But you knew he meant no harm to you and in the end, he cut that last link that connected you to that awful family of yours. Thanks to him, you were finally free.

"Nothing, I was just awed by how strong you can be when you want to be!" You changed the subject and Hantengu stared at you before he started to cry again, "Mistress is so good to me…!"

You smiled and the rest of the ride really went by with you spoiling Hantengu with sweet words and compliments. Finally, you were back home. You thanked the driver as you stepped out of the vehicle and you were about to enter your house when the front door slammed open and the 4 clones of Hantengu greeted you eagerly while avoiding sunlight.

"Mistress!"

"You're back!"

"Thank God…!"

"Are you okay!?"

"Whoa whoa!" You stepped inside, "One at a time!"

"What happened!?" Sekido asked and Aizetsu frowned, "We felt a strong pull in us… Did Urami appear?"

"Urami?" You wondered out loud and the clones nodded.

"He represents the original one's Resentment!" Urogi replied, and Karaku nodded, "He comes out when the original one is directly in danger or when his feelings take over."

"I think we met?" You wondered out loud as you picked Hantengu from inside your shirt and held him carefully in your hands, "That was Urami back there, wasn't it?"

The small Demon whimpered as he nodded. You hummed as you nodded, taking in and registering all this new info. You had a couple of questions, but before you could figure out what you wanted to say, Sekido scowled, "If Urami came out then something must have happened!"

"Yeah, something did happen." You nodded, "But Hantengu and he saved the day."

"Tell us all!" Karaku grinned and Urogi laughed, "We want to hear what happened!"

You grinned, "Okay, but you are never going to guess who pissed themself in fear!"

The Demons were already cackling and you chuckled as you promised yourself to enjoy your newly gained freedom to the fullest.

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tears to shed - simon 'ghost' riley

masterlist // masterlist call of duty

requested: no, but requests are OPEN! request: x

A/N: i have been thinking of this AU for a while now! i dont know why or how, maybe because of the skull mask he has on, or maybe just because i love both media, but alas, here it is! going to be multiple parts i think...

part one // part two // part three // part four

wordcount: 2,366 warnings: ooc simon, corpse bride au, she/her reader

An arranged marriage to unite two worlds. But no one would have expected that it would bring together the living and the dead.

"I do not want to see that pout again! We have gone over this, you are to wed mister MacTavish, whether you like it or not!"

Yes. Yes, we have gone over this. Quite frankly, it is all that you have heard about for the last few weeks. Your family finally had the chance to climb the social ladder, claiming their spot that 'is rightfully theirs'. The MacTavish family is one of the highest ranking families with a son that your parents deem perfect for you.

Perfect, as in, for them. A high rank, society looking up to you, and all that for the small price of marrying out their only daughter.

"Besides, with a face like yours, who else would marry you? Anne, tighten her corset! I can nearly hear her breathe."

Anne, your maid, looks at you as she furrows her eyebrows, slightly tightening the corset as you breathe in. God, can this already be over?

A carriage is driven in front of your doorstep, ready to bring you to the huge MacTavish mansion. Your mother seems like she could not be happier as your father only trails behind her.

"Oh, I can not wait for our daughter to be married! We will finally be where we should have been from the very start!"

"This is only a rehearsal, my dear."

"Oh, nonsense! This wedding will happen, whether you like it or not! This time tomorrow, we will be the talk of the town!"

In an attempt to ignore them, you already enter the carriage, pulling on your gloves as you lean your head on the small window. Your mother huffs, climbing into the carriage as well before your father comes in, closing the door behind him.

"Now, come on! We don't have all day. Shepherd!"

The old man grunts, pulling the reigns as the horses taking off. It takes only a few seconds before your mother taps you with her fan.

"I can see you thinking! Whatever plan of escaping you have, you better forget. Everything has to go according to plan, Y/N! This life we have lived up till now is something not fit for us. We are rich, and this marriage will only mean good for us. Oh, can't you just see it?" She looks over at your father, "We will have balls! Oh, can you just imagine? Dancing, and goodness, people will be coming over for tea!"

You wonder how it was going in the MacTavish home now. Were his parents also lecturing him on everything? Were they tying his tie so tightly so that he can barely breathe? Or maybe his parents were actually quite sweet.

Before you knew it, the carriage already comes to a stop, the huge mansion in front of you. It is even more terrifying as you remember. Sure, you knew their home would be bigger than yours, but this is nearly a castle. You breathe in deeply - well, as deep as you can with the tight corset - before exiting the carriage after your parents.

Your mother pulls you behind her and up the stairs that lead to the tall doors. How will these even be opened? They are five times as tall as you and they must be so heavy. Your mother roughly turns you around, tugging on your dress and hair to make sure it looks absolutely perfect before the door opens.

"Oh, goodness! What an impeccable taste," your mother mumbles to herself, looking around as you just trail behind, "So grand!"

In front of you stand two tall figures.

"Lord and Lady MacTavish," the butler gives your family a side-eye before stepping back.

"Ah, you must be mister John MacTavish. I have to say, you do not look a day over twenty!"

Can your mother be more idiotic? Your father tugs her arm, shaking his head before coughing.

"Well," Lady MacTavish raises one eyebrow, "We will be taking tea in the drawing room. Follow me."

The Lord and Lady already walk off, your parents trailing behind them as your mom keeps muttering random compliments. Something else catches your eye though.

A piano.

A grand piano at that. It is cleaned so well that it seems to reflect anything in its path. You wish you were allowed to play piano at home, but your mother always insisted that it was simply not fit for you. There is more important stuff to do, such as pushing yourself into the smallest corset just to appeal to others.

Your fingers float over the keys as you slowly sit down. The door to the drawing room was already shut, they wouldn't hear you, right? You slowly press the different keys. Gosh, it feels good to finally play the piano again. It was a small secret between you and your father - only playing the instrument if your mother was not home.

Johnny was running late. His parents will kill him. They had warned him so many times that he should have been on time, yet here he is, still trying to tie his tie. After multiple tries, he finally gets it, rushing out of his room and down the stairs. But, before he can even get out of his hallway, he is met with the soft notes of a piano. The piano actually being played in this house?

He is met with you as you still softly play, not even noticing the man at the top of the stairs. Were you Miss Y/L/N? He walks down the steps, slowly making his way over to the piano. You are still sat on the little stool, not even noticing the figure behind you until you see a shadow towering over you. You yelp, quickly standing up before pushing the seat back in its original place.

"I am so sorry! Please, excuse me."

The man shakes his head, laughing.

"Hey, no need for that. You play beautifully. I wish I possessed that talent."

"Oh, it is nothing," you let out a deep breath, smiling at him. "My mother does not quite like my playing. Says it is improper for a lady."

"Nonsense," Johnny sits down on the little stool, gesturing for you to sit down as well. "If anything, you should never stop playing. You truly have a talent for it, miss Y/L/N."

It is quiet for a bit, just the two of you sitting together, both not knowing what to say.

"So... We are to be wed tomorrow."

"So it is, mister MacTavish."

"Oh, no, call me John. Or Johnny, both is okay. Considering the circumstances, I think it will do."

"All right, that is, if you call me Y/N."

He does not have time to respond as his mother comes rushing out of the drawing room, visibly mad.

"What is this?! How improper. You shouldn't be alone together! The rehearsal starts in one minute! Come, at once!"

Time goes as slow as it could. In front of the group stands a tall man, trying to guide everyone through the rehearsal as you fight to not fall asleep. His voice is almost as boring as his appearance, and nothing about this entire situation makes you feel happy. You are not even allowed to sit directly next to Johnny, not to mention that both of you just could not keep to the script.

"Okay... Again," the old man groans, nearly wanting to rip the book that he is holding apart, "Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine."

"With this candle," Johnny begins, but quickly gets cut off.

"Mister MacTavish, first repeat the other sentence," the old man shakes his head, dropping the book on the table. "First the cup, then the wine, then the candle. Let's try it again..."

You quickly glance back, seeing multiple disappointed faces looking back at you. The doorbell rings, Lord MacTavish quickly waving the butler away to open up the door.

"How about you, miss Y/N?"

"Yeah," you quietly mumble, taking hold of the candle. All that you have to do is make it lit up and make sure the flame stays on the entirety of the speech. "I, uh... I use this candle..."

"With this candle, miss Y/N."

"Oh, it seems that I am early."

Both you and Johnny turn around, seeing the visitor that knocked on the door earlier. A woman, one dressed in a neat and fashionable gown, stands in the middle of the aisle.

"Is she from our family?" Your mother whispers to your father, but he only shrugs in response.

"A seat for Miss Graves, please."

What an odd name.

"Oh, please. Do carry on."

"Right... Let us try this. Again."

"With this hand," Mister MacTavish takes hold of your hand, holding the candlestick in his other. "I will..."

He bumps into the table in front of him, everything on it shaking and nearly falling over as the old man starts yelling yet again.

"Three steps! Can you not count?"

You look over at Johnny before looking back at the man.

"I am sure that he can, sir."

The man mumbles something under his breath, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Did he even remember to bring the rings?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Johnny fumbles with his pocket, trying to fish out the small bands, but while doing so, he accidentally elbows you, making you drop the candle. Oh, no.

The candle rolls away from you, much too fast for you to catch it, the dress of Lady MacTavish slowly catching fire.

"Lady MacTavish!"

You quickly hurry over, stomping on her dress in a weak attempt to get rid of the flames. It does not take long for the butler to return with a bucket of water, emptying the contents over the fire and you.

"Enough!"

The tall man stands up even straighter, towering over everyone in the room.

"This wedding can not take place until both of them are properly prepared. Both of you, learn your vows."

He nearly pushes his pointer finger in your eye as you nervously look from him, to your parents, to Johnny's parents. The young man quickly pushes open the door, hurrying out as you follow behind him. He is, however, much too fast, almost running up the stairs, but not before accidentally dropping something from his pocket.

His ring.

You quickly scoop it up, holding it close before rushing out of the house. You need to be away from this place, if even just for a moment. The ring will be safe in your possession, so hopefully Johnny will not get in any more trouble if he fully loses it. The band is much too big to fit your fingers, it has to be the one belonging to Johnny. Either that, or they were really bad at measuring your rings.

"They must think I am a fool," you groan, slowly walking up to the bridge, shaking your head. "I mean, what did I even think? I set her dress on fire!"

You twirl the ring around in your fingers, crossing the bridge, the woods in front of you.

"Not only that, but I can not even seem to remember the stupid vows. It is just a couple of sentences!"

The next fifteen minutes are spent trying to go over the same vows again and again. At one point, you weren't even sure anymore if the words you were speaking even existed. You decided to sit down on a fallen tree, leaning against it as you twirled the ring in between your fingers again.

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine," you whisper, looking at one of the branches right next to you. "With this candle I will light your way into the darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

You slip the ring onto the branch, huffing as you lean back even more. Mud and sand are staining your dress now, but as you look over at the ring again to take if off of the stick, something grabs your wrist.

A yelp leaves your lips as you try and pull your arm back, but it seems like the branches have wrapped themselves around your wrists. It nearly pulls you down into the ground before you fall backwards.

"Ouch!"

You shake your head, looking up, but you still feel the grip around your arm. On it are bones, a hand, still gripping you.

"Oh my God!"

A figure rises from the sand, clawing at the dirt as it slowly stands up, dirt and leaves falling from its shoulders. On their face, a skull, though quite obviously a mask. He is missing his left arm - is that what gripped you?

"I do."

He does? What does he do? You glance down, the ring that you put onto the branch now around its bony finger. No.

No.

Another scream leaves your body as you hurry to scramble up, running as fast as you can with the dress you are wearing. The ground is uneven and it is dark, but the figure does not seem fazed. You rush, leaves and branches hitting you in the face and hooking onto your clothing. Do you dare to look back? Once you do, you see the figure catching up to you, its arm now attached to its body again.

You reach the bridge, your breathing heavy as you almost rip the corset off of your body. Why did your mother insist on tightlacing it? Well, you had not expected on having to run through the woods. Is it gone? You look back to the woods, the figure seemingly gone as you let out a relieved sigh. You take a few steps back, but immediately stop when you feel that you bump into something. Slowly turning around, you are met with someone's chest.

Its the figure.

He looks down at you, his eyes peeking out from the mask. He is wearing a clean suit, a white flower in his pocket, and the ring around his fingers.

"I have to say, that is one hell of a way to ask me to marry you, love."

[sanjoongie]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔶

💚Pairing: Vampire Rockstar! Kang Yeosang x Reporter! Reader (f) ft Human Servant! San

💚Au: modern vampire au, Rockstar au, reporter au, queen of the damned au

💚Genre: contemporary

💚Rating: 18+, MDNI

💚Word Count: 2,829

💚Warnings: mentions of blood, blood loss, biting, vampiric habits

💚Summary: finding it odd that you have to interview a Rockstar in the evening, you trudge to the gothic mansion expecting a hungover man. Instead, after being left alone in his cave of a living room, you discover something much more deeper and darker than he hosts orgies with his groupies...

💚Author's Note: Happy birthday to this man who's humor, slyness, wholesome heart and thick waist will always hold a place in my heart!

“Absolutely ridiculous,” You mutter to yourself, hefting your bag with your laptop and climbing the stairs to Kang Yeosang’s gothic mansion. 

The sun is setting, and you have much better things to do than get the skivvy from a rockstar’s point of view on life, but here you were. Your editor, much to your chagrin, assigned you this task with enthusiasm. 

“He’s more interesting than you think!” Mingi said but you just thought he was a little star struck. 

You are still muttering to yourself as you knock on the lion’s mouth door knocker. He was already rich. Why did he make it look like he was a duke rather than a modern rockstar? A somewhat tall, handsome man opens the door, staring down his nose at you. 

“You’re the reporter, I presume?” He says with his haughty expression.

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. A butler too? You grab your lanyard from around your neck and brandish your credentials. “Yes, I’m here for the interview,” You reply cheerily despite your attitude. 

The butler bows deeply, fanning out his arm to indicate you can come inside. A quick look around, with a grand staircase in the foyer and the limited edition glass chandelier, lets  you know Yeosang enjoys giving an impression. 

“The chandelier was imported from Italy,” the butler informs you. “A one of a kind piece.”

You nod appreciatively and pretend you’re taking notes. “What year?”

“1812,” the butler says.

“1812?!” You gasp and your cool exterior is gone. “Jesus.”

The butler smiles in faint amusement. “Yeosang enjoys timepieces. It says it helps him get into his stage persona.”

“Ah yes, the vampire,” you muse out loud. “However could I forget.”

The butler frowns at you, his lower lip jutting out just a tiny bit. “Are you mocking Yeosang?”

“No, a man pretending to be a mythical creature for the money isn’t anything mock worthy at all,” you reply sarcastically.

The butler uses his height to his advantage and attempts to loom over you, his face stormy with withheld rage. “You dare mock him in his own household?”

“It’s fine, San, stand down,” an amused voice comes from atop the staircase.

You turn your head and see the rockstar you were here to interview. He muses his hair and yawns prettily. He was dainty of face but his body was built a bit like a muscle-perfectionist. Needless to say, he drove his fans wild with the juxtaposition. 

San took a step back and bows. “As you wish, Master.”

Yeosang laughs, but it sounds forced and fake. “Ah, San, no need to be so formal in front of our guest!”

You raise your eyebrow. “Are you saying he refers to you as master when you don’t have guests?”

Yeosang smiles at you angelically. “Not at all. San simply enjoys teasing.”

The rockstar guides you to his living room, which is just as much a museum as a sitting room. He perches on a royal blue stuffed chair, it’s mahogany legs decorated in fleur-de-lis. Yeosang crosses his legs and gives you his full, undivided attention. “Where do we begin?”

You sit across from him on a chaise lounge, reaching into your bag to awkwardly balance your laptop there. You open it and listen to it hum as it powers up. “Well, we sent over some questions to your PR department, which you pre-approved. We can start at--”

Yeosang leans forward, elbow on knee, face in hand. “You’re awfully pretty for a reporter,” he comments.

You chuckle mirthlessly. “Are you implying only ugly girls become reporters, Mister Kang?”

“Please, call me Yeosang,” the rockstar replies smoothly, shaking his head to move his fringe from his eyes. “And no, I am not. I am simply admiring your face.”

You clear your throat. “As I was saying, I think we should start with the basics like--”

“Oh please,” Yeosang drawls. “You don’t want to ask basic questions, do you, miss reporter?”

You pause on typing up your intro and peer over your laptop screen at Yeosang. “Mister Kang, you do not want me to put on my true reporter's cap on.”

Yeosang smiles in a way that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Try me. And I thought I told you to call me Yeosang.”

You close your laptop and crack your fingers. “Okay, Yeosang. You typically dodge the questions about fans of yours going missing after being seen leaving your concerts with you. What do you have to say about that?”

Yeosang shrugs gallically. “I am not responsible for a person after they’ve left my bed.”

“So you openly acknowledge you were with them the night they disappeared,” you press.

A smirk curls the side of Yeosang’s mouth. “I thought you were reporting for the newspaper, not the tabloids.”

“I work off of facts, and it is alarming the amount of young men and women that go missing after a chance encounter with you,” you insist.

“Perhaps they believe they simply cannot live without me after a night with me,” Yeosang purrs. 

You scoff, “You don’t believe a word you’re saying, surely.”

Yeosang lets out a peal of laughter, this one sounding genuine. “Are you implying I’m good at lying to myself?”

You slam your laptop shut. “I knew this was a waste of my time. How about I do us both a favor and type up some bullshit interview. I’ll send it to your team to review. And then we never have to do this again?”

Yeosang looks as if he contemplates it for a moment and then shakes his head. “Aren’t you having fun, miss reporter? I know I am.”

San suddenly enters the room, his broad shoulders unignorable. “Ma… Yeosang. You should eat a meal before too long. You just woke up, after all.”

Yeosang meets your glare with an amused look of his own. “If you will excuse me, I will attend to a minor personal matter and then we can resume. Make yourself comfortable.”

Both San and Yeosang leave the room. San is whispering fervently and Yeosang is replying in even tones but you cannot hear the subject of their conversation. 

You sigh heavily and get up to peruse the living room. It is full of old world art. Yeosang went full-send into this vampire stage presence. You observe a Greek clay vase and a very rage filled 17th century Baroque painting. There is a velvet lined gold box that must have delivered some fanciful jewelry back in the day. 

But what seems to draw you the most were the books. Most had old world bindings, perhaps bought at auction. Some were titled, and some were not. You, by pure curiosity, pull one out of the shelf to crack it open and are surprised to see handwriting inside. 

Paintings no longer intrigue me anymore. I sigh at the simple human nature portrayed in them. If I cannot even enjoy art anymore, what is an immortal to do for the rest of eternity?

You snort at the absurdity of that sentence. “This was clearly a trap for a snooping reporter.”

You close the book with a snap and put it back. You meander down the rows and randomly pull another. It reads:

Yeosang doesn’t know I will leave him tonight. I have done everything I can for him, as a fledgling vampire. He’s grown and can adapt in his own way. I will throw myself into the sunrise and finally see it after 500 years in the dark.

“My Master was very dramatic, I’m afraid.”

You squeal as you close the book and find Yeosang behind you. When had he come up behind you? You had heard nothing? “Finished eating, have you?” You attempt to deflect. 

Yeosang smiles serenely. “I’m quite full now. I’m much better equipped for your questions now, ma belle.”

You roll your eyes and shove the book into his chest. You move back to the chaise lounge you had occupied. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. The story of your french vampire master is a bit overdone. I’m sure your fans would eat up an exposé on the real Kang Yeosang.”

You sit down primly, but Yeosang is still where you had left him, regarding the book solemnly. “The real Kang Yeosang, huh? But haven’t you been paying attention? I have been myself this entire time.”

You wave your hand as if to dismiss him. “Fine, do what you want. Shall we resume then, in a professional capacity?”

Yeosang tips his head sideways, considering your proposal. “I rather enjoy a more casual setting myself.”

“I really can’t win with you, can I?” You mumble to yourself. Still, you pull out your laptop and wait for Yeosang to join you. 

Yeosang moves behind the chair he had been sitting on, hands firm on the back of it, remaining standing. “You remind me of someone I used to know. Your inquiring mind is encouraging me to answer some questions better left in the dark. But I know better than anyone that a picture is worth a thousand words. Would you care for me to show you something?”

You close your laptop with finality. “It’s your interview, Yeosang.”

You follow Yeosang as he strolls with his arms held behind his back. “As you can see I am a bit of an acquirer of certain antique goods. It reminds me of the days of old. Depending on the day I could be remembering good memories or bad. Still, it is good to remember all the years that have built me up to this moment. Helps with writing lyrics for my songs as well, you know.”

You nod like it was just a regular Tuesday as a vampire rockstar persona told you about his life. “You certainly do own some very beautiful pieces.”

Yeosang opens a very large set of doors and it brings the both of you to a long hallway with high ceilings. The walls are covered with paintings, large and small and it reminds you of an art museum. Yeosang really wasn’t kidding. 

“I’ll show you a painting of my best friend and I when we were in the prime of our youth. Wooyoung was boisterous and friendly, everything I was not. We were yin and yang, perfectly suited to fill out each other’s imperfections. My master wished to have a portrait of the two of us, his opposite pair, he used to call us. Master, human servant and fledgling vampire; a triumvirate.”

Yeosang stops before a somewhat large portrait. There is a young man with his hair tied back and a beauty mark high on his cheekbone. He is grinning like he knows a secret about you but he’s going to tease you about it before he’ll reveal it. Beside him is a beautiful youth. His hair also pulled back but a reserved look on his face. It appears as if he’s looking at someone behind you and not at the viewer of the painting themselves. He almost looks like…

You giggle nervously. “Gee, the apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s shoulder brushes yours reassuringly. “There is no apple, ma belle. I am the tree.”

The painting looks authentic to your eyes but anyone could have recreated a painting that matched 18th Century French painters. Surely…

“If this is your strategy to set me on edge so that I don’t ask you a question that could set you in a suspicious light of murder, then it’s working,” you joke dryly.

“Do I set you on edge?” Yeosang asks. His hands are still held at his back but he leans forward boyishly to peer at your face.

You square your shoulders with determination. “Shall we continue?”

Yeosang continues his tour of his art collection, walking down the long hallway. You pull a notebook out of your back pocket, worn and dogeared, to jot down notes. You might as well keep up with Yeosang’s facade, noting the dates and the people associated with the paintings. 

You fall into the lull of Yeosang’s voice, deep and soothing, until you belatedly realize that you are no longer in the hallway. You shake your head a bit and find yourself in a small room, with a table, chair and a couch. It’s dark and modern but you can’t for the life of you figure out the purpose of it. 

“...so that’s the end of the tour?” You prompt.

San shoots up from his place on the couch, eyes wide in alarm. “Master, you didn’t bring her to the hallway, did you?” You study the butler as he winces, looking a lot paler than you recalled from earlier.

Yeosang does not scold San for the mistake of the title of Master this time. “Of course, mon petit chou, she thinks it’s all an act regardless.”

San claspes a hand on his collarbone. “Please don’t make me a spectacle,” he pleas.

Yeosang walks to San’s side and claps a hand down on the shoulder near where San’s holding his collarbone. You watch as Yeosang’s forearm tightens, fingers digging into his butler’s shoulder. “Why San, don’t you want to be a part of the fun?” There is an edge of danger to Yeosang’s voice and your stomach dips. 

San slowly lowers his hand and you can’t help but gasp at the two dainty holes located on his collarbone. San does not appear ashamed but more as if he’s worried. 

You swallow loudly. “You go through an awful lot to keep up appearances. I’ll be sure to note everything I’ve seen here today, don’t worry, Yeosang. Now if that concludes our interview…?” 

Yeosang sports that smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes again. He’s back to the calculating man that intimidates you far more than the entertaining one. “I have one last thing to show you,” he admits, crooking a finger at you.

Your feet move on their own accord and you feel a bit foggy-headed, much like the same state you ‘woke up’ in when you found yourself in this room. It was as if you didn’t have control over your own body. 

“Everyone has seen me flash my fangs on stage but I want you to have a front row seat to the event,” Yeosang croons softly.

The corner of his top lip lifts up and his canine is there but just as a normal human’s appears as. Then you watch in horror as it slowly elongates into a sharp tooth, perfect for a predator. “Do you need any more proof, miss reporter?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, Yeosang, that’s plenty.”

Yeosang throws his head back and his laughter echoes in the tiny, empty room. “I put on a grand show for you and the one thing that convinces you is something base like my teeth? How dull.”

“Can I be excused?” You say in a small voice, your throat tightening up in fear.

“No, I think I’d like to show you first hand why people go missing after spending a night with me,” Yeosang says.

“A-are y-y-you threat-t-tening me?!” You can’t help but stutter in disbelief.

“Master!” San protests.

Yeosang sighs deeply. “You two are wet blankets. Can’t we have a little bit of fun here?”

There’s a sense of mirroring between you and San; a held breath like a deer pausing in the middle of a clearing. Neither of you knew how to move until Yeosang, in this case the predator, indicated what would happen next.

Yeosang practically growls his next sentence, “Well?”

You can’t help but whimper. “I don’t want to die tonight.”

Yeosang rubs the bridge of his nose. “I said ‘the why’ they go missing, not that I was going to make you go missing. I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Is that why you only took a sip from me?” San hazards a guess.

Yeosang looks like he is the cat that ate the canary. “If I had it my way, I would have drunk from you then our lovely reporter here. Two lovely dishes, how could I resist?”

“I’m not making it out of here with your secrets, am I?” You whisper.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Yeosang informs you.

“Master, you cannot have told her all your secrets and let her leave. What will the other vampires think?” San objects.

Yeosang performs one of his gallic shrugs. “Perhaps that’s why I set up this interview, San. I tire of hiding everything. Having a proper reporter document everything might be nice.”

If you writing everything down that Yeosang told you was going to keep you alive, you were all for it. “I’ve made avid notes, I promise!”

Yeosang’s eyes, a light amber color that you were starting to believe were not contacts, darken when he locks eyes with you. “Do you still want that live demonstration?”

On second thought, perhaps you wouldn’t make it out alive, at least if Yeosang kept looking at you like that.

[juno-of-wonderland]

Monster Au: Lord of Thorns route

You stopped cleaning, looking at the horizon, your eyes passing over the rooftops and going straight to the sunset, the colors matching the current autumn, you didn't understand why people didn't stop to admire the beauty that nature had. You stayed still until the moon shone in the sky, going back to work, cleaning the mansion's gargoyles, do you remember that you once heard that these beauties protect and prevent the excessive runoff of water from damaging the stones and here it is so lonely that they end up being their only companions. “Good evening Laylah, Nisha, Ayla, Estela and Luara” “So they have a name” The sudden voice made you let out a scream, jumping back and losing your balance, tripping over your own feet, gravity doing its work and pulling you down, beyond the roof, you dropped your work tool and closed your eyes, bracing for impact, but only the broom hit the ground. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You opened your eyes, he held your hand, you knew it was a man from the voice, but you couldn't see clearly because of the hood, but the green glow in his eyes was so intense that it cut through the darkness, keeping you mesmerized and breathless . “(Y/n) are you okay?” A voice shouted from below, one of the mansion's maids. "Hmm? A-Ah, yes I am! I ended up tripping, I’ll go down to get the broom” you stuttered as her screamed, you attention focused downwards When you turned your eyes to the front, he wasn't there, you didn't even notice when he let go of your hand, but the feeling of the glove touching your skin was still there like a ghost. “Be more careful!” The maid screamed You continued looking at the empty space, wondering who he was, you raise your hand and look at it. “Cold…it was cold” you whispered

…

The trees on the property make you work harder than usual, sure, it's leaf fall season, but why does the butler make you remove even the leaves from the roof? You would never know. You climbed the stairs without rushing, using the metal bars that surrounded the roof, you leveraged yourself, placing your flashlight in the chimney to light your way, already starting to sweep the orange colored leaves, the rhythm and the sound lulling you into work . Without realizing it, that same figure from last night was watching you, waiting for you to get off the edge so that it wouldn't happen again. “How do you know they’re all girls?” He asked You let out a shameful scream, which got a laugh from the guy, embarrassing you even more, your shoulders shrugging as your forehead touched the broom handle. “Um, they faces give me the sensation" you replied without looking at him “huh” he let out a murmur of recognition and remained silent You guys stood in the same place, he looked at the property and you found the courage to speak, taking a deep breath, you asked the most important question. “Who…who are you?” your voice came out almost like a whisper, but his ears seemed to be sharp, because he looked back at you and you looked at him. "You do not know?" He said they seem surprised You remained silent, why would you have to know, unless…he was the owner of the mansion!? No, it wouldn't make sense, you've never seen the owner of the mansion, but you don't think he would be hooded in his own house. “You seem to have reached a conclusion” he said No, you were more confused than ever, but he didn't seem like a bad guy, he even saved you from falling two floors yesterday. “My name is (y/n) and yours?” He blinked, intrigued and surprised, a smile forming on his face. “You gave me your name so quickly… you really don’t know who I am” he laughed low and short, but so attractive “you can call me whatever you want, but a word of advice, a name has great power” You looked slightly irritated and confused at him. "What? You are the devil and you are going to steal my soul? Since it's like that, I'll call you Tetsunotaro.” And oh how that amused him even more.

…

Nights passed, sometimes whole nights, you didn't understand why he only showed up at night, which he responded with that he was kind of invading someone's territory just to see you, which you swallowed and honestly, he clearly isn't not even trying to be charming, your new friend is naturally charming. "What are you thinking?" Tetsunotaro asked. “How long will they believe I’m coming here to see the stars?” “But it’s the truth, isn’t it?” Tetsunotaro said with a smile “Hehe, I am” you replied with your own smile You looked at the stars, Tetsunotaro was some kind of scholar or a nobleman, he knew so many things that even surprised you, especially the gargoyles, you didn't even know half of the things he told you. “The master is coming back this week” you said suddenly "And even? What kind of man is your master?” Tetsunotaro said, getting closer to you, touching his shoulder, wanting your warmth. "I don't know" "You do not know?" Tetsunotaro cocked his head to the side, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Yeah, well, I've heard a lot of gossip about him, but I don't know if they're true and I've never seen him in person… do you want to hear the things I heard?” Tetsunotaro nodded enthusiastically "I heard he looks like a prince, he is the best at swordsmanship, a little lonely and loves trees, he also has an obsession with dreams, as if he wants to enter it, looking like a physical place" Tetsunotaro narrowed his eyebrows , but not for the reason that you thought “I know, haha, it's a little crazy, ha! The butler said he is an ancestor of a dragon slayer.” Tetsunotaro tensed, his smile didn't waver, nor did you seem to notice his body change as you said a few more things about your employer, he himself got lost in his own thoughts. “Tetsunotaro, can I ask you something?” “Of course, son of man” and there’s your weird but intriguing nickname that Tetsunotaro gave, did you think it was fair "You work?" Tetsunotaro let out a laugh before replying, “No, my parents left me enough money that I wouldn’t worry enough about it.” You squirmed in place, your knee coming closer to your chest, the tone he used left you with a strange feeling, he spoke about them as if they had… “They are” he laid his head on your shoulder “…I’m sorry” you squeezed his hand in comfort “Okay, it’s been…years since this happened.” “…if you need anything, just talk” you said Tetsunotaro looked into your eyes, surprise and relief reflecting and you finally noticed his hair, as black and shiny as the night, but one part of it looked strange. “Thank you” he lifted your hand and entwined his fingers with your, holding it tenderly, placing a kiss on the back of your hand “I was… very lucky to meet you” …That was so natural…damn, you know your face is red and he's smiling, you're sure you saw plenty of protruding fangs. “Hey” you try to distract yourself, pulling your hand “do you think they still exist?” "Who?" “The Dragons” Tetsunotaro smiled, the kind of smile that knows what he's talking about “yes, I believe so”

…

You were making your way upstairs, when someone touched your shoulder, startling you, the boy laughs lightly. “(Y/n) you really like the stars, don’t you?” An employee named Rain said "Oh yes! I love watching them” “But it would be good if you stayed below today, apparently the master doesn’t come alone” And with those words, several employees hurriedly passed through the same corridor as the two figures, they looked at each other before following. Everyone lined up in two lines next to the door, shoulder to shoulder, with their heads lowered and waiting, the butler walked in the middle, his feet quickly passing over the red carpet and opening the two huge dark wooden doors. “Master, gentlemens, it is a pleasure to have you here” the butler spoke with respect and reverence You risked a look, seeing a well-dressed man who clearly had everything easy in life with three others behind him, these caught your attention the most, dressed in black and with heavy bags and an emblem, the emblem of Noble Bell, monster hunters, your stomach dropped. You had a theory about Tetsunotaro. A theory that there was no way someone like him could be human, his skin was very white and cold, his eyes were so bright and you are sure you saw fangs in his mouth and he was always hooded… these men here and now only increased your suspicions . You looked away, staring at the ground like your savior, the five men passed by and everyone went back to their tasks, you took a deep breath, if you were going to do something it would be quick. You tried to act as normal as possible, walking to the wing that led to the stairs that led to a closed opening in the ceiling, you went up the stairs, opened the little door and there he was, waiting for you, smiling as soon as he saw you. “You need to go” you said His smile disappeared, replacing it with a frown. “Is it because of the hunters?” Tetsunotaro asked “Yes” you said and nodded “Are you afraid of me now?” “…I don’t really know what you are, but Tetsunotaro, what you are doesn’t matter, but who you are and you are my friend, my dear friend” You spoke with all your heart The man seemed ecstatic but hesitant, he looked at the moon and then at you, you hadn't fully left the opening yet, he walked towards you and held out his hand, helping you to stand, he held your chin so you could look directly into his eyes and for the first time he took off his hood. You held your breath, for the first time seeing his full face, seeing his horns and realizing who you were talking to all these nights. "You are-" “Lords of Thorns!” An arrow flew towards the two of you, Tetsunotaro took it out of the way with a single hand, growling at the newcomer, he held you by the waist, close to his body. “Release this human!” The hunter proclaimed Which had the opposite effect, because Tetsunotaro only held you closer to him. “Of course a proud creature like you wouldn’t cooperate.” A second voice, this time from behind Tetsunotaro and your only question: HOW THE HELL DID HE GET UP!? THE MANSION HAS TWO FLOORS! The man glanced sideways and his annoyance increased, as did his amusement.

“Flame” he said, like some kind of old friend You stretched your head, managing to see the hunter with black clothes, gray hair and a tired, serious face and with that black cloak, you also noticed the sword in his hands. The man looked sick, swinging his shining sword to the side. “Your dirty soul is trying to corrupt this sheep, this is not something I can allow, Draconia” the man, Flame, said with determination “I can't” Draconia said, as if he were talking about the weather This attitude only made the hunters angrier, another arrow was shot and Flame threw himself forward, the arrow went straight through while the sword didn't hit any matter. Tetsunotaro began to float above the men, holding you like his precious treasure in his arms. He throws himself to the ground, running at surprising speed into the forest, the two hunters unable to catch up to the vampire lord. After some time,you struggled in his arms, leaving him confused, he slowed down until he stopped, placing you on the ground, he could hear your heart pumping blood at full speed. “I’m sorry” the man said sullenly like a kicked dog. You moved your hand, waving that it was nothing, waiting for the adrenaline to subside and your heart to calm down. “Will you come with me…do you (y/n)?” Draconia extended her hand for you to hold

What will you do?

⬜hold the hand ⬜ do not hold

[sea-owl]

Polin Week Day 6: Soulmate AU

AO3: Link

Dear Gentle Readers,

This Author has heard that congratulations are in order for a one Mr. Colin Bridgerton. Mamas and debutants alike whisper around the ballrooms that he has recently found his soulmate if the mark peeking out from his gloves is anything to go by. A surprise to many with Mr. Bridgerton not courting anyone, nor there being any rumors for marriage.

For those uninformed those that are courting should never initiate contact without proper gloves between them. Unless a man is on the verge of proposing then the couple may touch skin to skin with permission to see if they are part of the lucky ones to have found their soulmate. It is after all the final push a gentleman may need to propose.

In other news-

Colin crumbled the pamphlet. That blasted woman was mocking him! She knew good and well who his soulmate was as she was carrying the matching mark on her own hand!

Lady Whistledown. Colin groaned, burying his face into his hands. Of all the women that could be his soulmate it was that blasted scribbler. Had he done something wrong to have fate tie him together to her? To give them such a beautiful mark too.

Colin pulled his hands away as he looked down at his left one. The mark was a big one, covering both the back of his hand and his palm, running up his fingers, and wrapping around his wrist. They say marks this big means the soulmates are a perfect match. Colin was inclined to agree, after all he had witnessed the matches between his siblings and their spouses, whose marks were just as big. But now he wasn't so sure. His perfect match was someone no one has ever seen? The biggest gossip in London who at times had the ton wrapped around her every word. And just when he was starting to think it was. . . no best not to dive into those thoughts.

A knock at his bedroom door brought Colin out of his thoughts. His butler, Dunwoody stood at the entrance, a note in his hand.

"Mr. Bridgerton, an invitation has just come from your brother to join your family for breakfast at Bridgerton House," Dunwoody said.

Ah, he's being summoned. Anthony must have read Lady Whistledown this morning.

"Get the carriage ready," Colin sighed. No point in delaying. He was lucky that he managed to hide his mark as long as he did. But hiding in his Bloomsbury lodgings won't help him now. If Colin doesn't go this morning, he's sure his family will come barging in.

"Yes sir," Dunwoody replied.

Colin didn't even bother putting on his gloves. One of his siblings was going to rip them off as soon as he entered the house anyway, and he rather not buy a new pair.

"Where to sir?" The driver asked.

Colin was about to say Bridgerton House but something stopped him. A tugging feeling had his eyes following a hired hack, and the blue hood he could see from the window.

He knew that hood, she was wearing it the day they got their marks.

Colin was enjoying himself on a lovely afternoon walk. Going to the stalls to see what the vendors had for sale and stopping at a nearby bakery for snack. It was rather warm out today, with a breeze that kept it from being too warm, so he decided to forgo his gloves.

He was just enjoying his fifth pastry when a cry caught his attention. Turning towards the direction of the noise he was met with a face full of paper, and not long a body colliding with his own. He and what he could assume was a woman based on the curves he grabbed onto, fell to the ground in a mess of limbs, paper, and pastries.

"Are you alright?" Colin asked, his voice slightly muffled by the paper that covered his face.

The woman he fell with froze, before she snatched the paper off his face. With his sight back Colin could see a blue maid outfit. Her hands had no gloves on and her hood pulled over her head, blocking his sight of her face. The little he could see was darkened by a shadow. That paper she now held though; he could read it clearly.

"Damn!" She cursed under her breath, quickly folding the paper and shoving it in her bodice. Her voice sounded familiar though Colin couldn't place it, the only one he could think of that sounded the closest didn't have that sharp of an edge to it and spoke in a higher pitch.

"Lady W-?" Colin tried again.

"I am fine," she said, rushing the words out, making sure to cut him off. Her focus mainly stayed on getting herself up.

As they tried to untangle her hand caught his own. A warm feeling rushed from where they touched to the rest of Colin's body. The mark painting itself starting at their connected palms to the rest of the hands.

She ripped her hand away, now standing while Colin remained on the ground. Her body was tense, and even if Colin couldn't see her face he knew she was scared.

Before he could reach out to grab her she tossed down some coins and took off.

"For your pastries!" She called over her shoulder, never slowing down her run.

Colin's hand was still outstretched, his new soulmark on full display.

That same mark on a different, smaller hand, now places the newest column of Lady Whistledown in the bible, ready for her publisher to come collect.

Penelope sighed, she couldn't decide if her new mark was a gift or a curse. Most ladies would be ecstatic to have gotten their marks, and to the man she loved no less! Penelope herself would probably been happier if she only gotten the mark while she was Penelope.

This situation felt like something out of a play, something Shakespeare or Euripides would write. The heroine discovers the man who is a close friend and who she loves is her soulmate yet he believes she is someone else. Someone he does not like, or dare she say it, someone he may hate. A friend and foe rolled up into one. It has the makings to be a tragedy does it not?

"Should I tell him?" Penelope wondered to herself as she stood from the pew.

"Should you tell your soulmate who you are?" A voice said from behind her. "I think you should. Right now."

Penelope gasped as she felt herself being turned around. A hand bearing a soul mark grabbed her own marked hand, both mirror images of one another. That hand pulled her against another, his arm securing itself around her waist. She was trapped.

Damn! How did she not hear him or feel the getting closer bond? Was she that lost in thought?

"C-C-" Penelope stuttered.

"That would be Colin," Colin said as he moved her hood down. "Penelope."

He stared at her for a moment before capturing her lips with his own. Their marked hands entangled.

[bunnybird-afk]

i actually have a few ideas in mind for a modern au for the graveborns :D

Niru

• A military doctor (based on his lore) that constantly works day in and day out, becoming the dad who went to get the milk (body counts) to the point where he just sleeps at the hospital if so desired.

• He's also obsessed with the anatomies of a human body to the point where he had intrusive thoughts of wanting to.. 'inspect' on it more

Viperian

• Goes by Victor in this AU, a college professor who teaches biology/chemistry for foundation students, you could say that he's very great at explaining the concepts as he goes VERY into details, which makes him one of the profs that the students go for if they have any questions, despite his creepy appearance

• Little did they know that he has been having a secret past time of kidnapping people and experiments on them at midnight... (He also does this with Niru when they got the time, theyre practically besties)

Cecia

• An opera singer (based on her beta lore) that went viral on socials due to her beautiful voice and pretty appearance, guys and gals would be head over heels for her, if she were to be in any opera stages, tickets would sold out quickly

• Though, she's kinda a brat, she's too arrogant to the point where she would mistreat her butler, Mr. Carlyle (not that he mind, he's devoted to her) and takes her fans for granted

Ludovic

• Rich man in Whiteridge, holding a high title as he owns the place, fancy clothed, looks very serious and stern, with a hint of sadness in his eyes

• Though that sadness goes away when you see him painting a very beautiful landscape or portrait based on his self-grown flower field and his family... He looks the happiest in there. He would also give flowers occasionally to his people! Ah, such a great heart at a young age

(Also he's the type of person to watch a streamer/hear music while painting I don't make the rules)

Igor

• Works as a daycare attendant (and a good one at that) since he likes to play with children, the other workers there said that he has a himbo energy when they met him, his mind may be empty but his care for the children is very devoted. Their first impression of him is quite different though,,, (they crapped themselves seeing him because of how ridiculously tall he is + he has a menacing look)

• At night I'd imagine he'd become a faceless streamer (based on Ranboo), where he'd engage in horror content and silly goofy games, might also chat about funny things that happened during his life. (And yes his Vtuber is a zombie knight like in AFKJ. Again i dont make the rules)

Yeah that's all I could think off atm, i'll write the other characters if I got time

I love the idea of the graveborn nobles lowkey being from like, old money families. Especially Cecia, Thoran and Ludovic.

Also, if this was a mystery thriller/dating sim like the arcana, bodies going missing from morgues and hospitals would be one hell of a plot point. Especially if we work with @twilight-melodys lore about Hogan being a former FBI agent and Valen being his subordinate. Like imagine Hogan asking his old friend (former work partner?) for help investigating a case because he can't actually get involved in an official capacity but he trusts their abilities.

Cue Merlin and Valen investigating and realizing that this conspiracy goes way deeper than they initially thought. The local Forestry Department (the Wilders) reporting weird things happening to the local fauna, some Maulers going missing inexplicably, the local gang boss (Sonja) coming forward about what happened to her sister, and realizing the corruption that runs deep in the towns upper-class socialite society. You could go absolutely insane with this idea. At that point a romance sub-plot is probably the least of Merlin's worries (though personally I'm going a little feral over the idea of Valen in an FBI uniform).

Also, love the idea of Igor just minding his own damn business and not getting involved with all the drama. Hydrated (he's a gamer so probably not) , staying in his lane and thriving, as it should be.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Zombie Apocalypse Yandere Phantomhive Manor

In a modern au your hired as a nanny for the young but capable Ciel Phantomhive

Helping the practically perfect butler-Sebastian Michealis as he balances most of the house work

There’s the other butler-pleasant but strange Tanaka 

And there's maid Mey-Rin, the chef Bardroy, and the florist Finny

Granted they're not super-good at their jobs but you don’t mind lending a hand when Ciel is too focused on working 

As his nanny you are a new face meant to help more with his emotional development, than you are with actually watching him to keep him safe

Still heading home every afternoon/night you still have your own life

School/volunteer/another job you name its what you spend your free time doing

Prior to andduring the zombie apocalypse you often had to pry everyone’s fingers off you the moment you head for the door

“Alright guys I’m going to start heading out.”

“Noooo b-but (Y/n) we haven’t even served dessert yet, we haven’t!” 

“Y-yeah and didn’t ya want to see the moonflowers we planted?”

“Guys I have sweets at home and I will see them another time. Good. Night.”

Even Ciel can get a little aggressive when he doesn’t want you to leave

“I’ll fire you if you step out that door!” 

“Ciel…you were the one who signed the contract that I be out before seven.”

“Ergh! Sebastian, don't let them leave!”

“Well we did want to focus on him learning to exercise control.”

“Well we shouldn’t be teaching kidnapping as a solution to problems.”

But the moment that the zombie apocalypse hits they won’t let you leave so easily

Early on into the pandemic you find out how prepared the Phantomhive staff are for this

If your not already in the manor they’re bringing you inside

Easily mowing down the hordes of the undead in order to bring you home 

And when they finally do have you safe and sound any attempt to go outside is immediately shot

“Ay! Before we may not have had a good enough reason ta’ stop ya but now we do.”

Majorly outmatched by their expertise with a gun, flamethrower, and strength in general 

You're not going anywhere

And even if you managed to get past all that Sebastian’s all too skilled at keeping you in arms reach

“Ah, (Y/n) seems you’ve gotten lost. I’ll escort you to your room.”

“My room?”

Yes they have a room which is a bedazzled copy of your own room that you’d never seen prior to this apocalypse 

Should you continue to misbehave that will be your room jail cell

Even better you probably won’t want to leave anyway

Who would want to fend for themselves in a world full of death and despair when you have a highly trained staff and master that were more than willing to protect you 

“You’ll find we, at the Phantomhive Manor, are all dedicated and are more than capable of protecting you.”

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[to-the-stars8]

Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part XI

The ink of your pen was the water to Mr. Todd’s choking thirst for you. With every letter you had given him before your parting, you proved to be a coy lover, with gentle jabs at his brazenness in his approach followed by the taunting dare to love you as deep as he could. Jason soon found himself pondering ways to get back to you sooner and sooner, crafting schemes unbefitting a man of his station. You had successfully turned him into your most desperate devotee, and the feeling was an addiction he would not break soon. 

His affection had not gone unnoticed, either. Dick took every opportunity to dress down his brother’s approach to you, telling him not to fall to follies of fancy, but he heard none of it. Jason oft turned the sentiment back to his brother, reminding him of his infatuation with particular red-haired women.

One day, while Jason was writing a letter, Dick burst into the study, proclaiming that he would never guess who had arrived with dearest Barbara Gordon and young Master Jon. 

As he assumed himself to be smarter than his brother, Jason bothered not to guess. 

It had been some time since had last seen you, and not a moment had passed when you did not cross his mind. Mr. Todd had attempted to sway his father to call upon the Kents when they passed Kent House for business, but Mr. Wayne could not be influenced to do so without noting his son’s intentions.

Pushing away from his work, Jason made his way to the sunroom. 

There, you exchanged pleasantries with his father and Miss Kyle as Barbara entertained Cassandra with a memory. Outside the glass windows of the sunroom, Jason could see Damian and Jon playing amongst the rose bushes while Alfred, the butler, stood watch over them. 

“Ah,” Mr. Wayne said upon his son’s entrance. “I was wondering when you would make an appearance!”

“Father,” Jason said, letting Mr. Wayne come over and kiss him upon the cheek. 

“Come say hello to our friends.”

Jason instantly took to you, greeting you warmly before remembering it would be polite to greet everyone else. Dick snickered, mumbling something to his father who only gave him a pointed stare in return. 

Miss Kyle, ever the clever lady, smirked as she turned to you. “It is such a pretty day is it not, Miss?” You hastily agreed, blushing. Pleased, she turned to Jason. “Mr. Todd, don’t you think it’s a pretty day, too?”

“Yes, yes,” He subconsciously nodded toward the window. “A fine day, indeed. I thought of taking my horse out this afternoon, but now I am glad to have decided against it.”

Miss Kyle ‘tsked’, “Do not deprive yourself of such a day on our account. Why don’t you and Mr. Grayson take Miss Gordon and her friend here for a turn about the gardens?”

Mr. Grayson beamed with happiness. “Yes, that’s a splendid idea. Come, we should observe the boys in hopes of preventing them from mischief.”

You laughed, taking Mr. Grayson’s offered arm as Miss Gordon took the other. “Ah, is it not odd that we punish children for things we also did as children?”

Jason snickered, only remarking once the four of you left the room. “That is where we differ from the boys— we never got caught.”

The day was sunny and bright, and it made perfect sense that you, Barbara, and Jon had made the trip to visit as it was a rare autumn day not to be wasted. Mr. Grayson let you go the moment Barbara made the gesture that the two of them should look upon the fountain in the center of the garden. 

Jason excused his brother’s rude leave and offered his arm, which you took as he guided you toward the children. Mr. Todd stood as close to you as societal rules would allow as he thought it to be rare to be close to perfection—And such a thing did not exist in his mind until he saw you. 

“How is sweet Jon fairing?” He asked to break the easy silence. 

You smiled to yourself, looking at Jon prancing around Damian, before answering, “Well. He’s recovered so much that Lady Kent wanted him out of the house today. The boy has been bouncing off the walls with excitement.”

“Very good. And, how are you?”

“I am well, and I have managed to survive Lady Kent’s anger.”

“Oh?” Jason sounded amused. 

You snickered, sarcastically remarking, “Do not seem so surprised!” When your laughter died, you grew quiet, as though you were wondering something. Suddenly, you took your arm from his. Mr. Todd almost protested before he saw you reach into your bag, taking only a moment to glance around, and then pulling out letters. It was not a hefty stack, but he was surprised the number of letters you had in your hand could hide so well in such a small pouch. 

“I was kept so busy, Mr. Todd,” You said as you put the stack inside his coat pocket. “That I had no time or excuse to call upon you. Yet, I found that it provided me plenty of time to think of you.”

Jason could not get out the words he wished to say, and his silence seemed to make you proud. You stepped back, walking around him toward Jon with the declaration that you wanted to participate in their next game. When he gathered his thoughts, he joined you with hope and a smile. 

[turquoisephoenix]

Um, hi. I apologize for barging in about this, but…

I saw your posts about the roleswap AU with Mags and Krankcase, and I absolutely fell in love with it. My brain immediately kicked into overdrive about it, and I was wondering… does anyone else swap besides those two?

I feel like if so, Wolfgang and Krypt King would switch roles (ie. Wolfgang is a Trap Team member and Krypt King is a Doom Raider) and so would Gulper and Snap Shot (same thing).

Long story short, I have the compilation of “Wolfgang swearing while replacing broken strings on his Traptanium Harp”, “Gulper being a lovable doofus”, “Krypt King being Golden Queen’s lovesick butler”, and “feral Snap Shot getting his head stuck in something” rotating in my head now, nonstop.

Help.

Ah yes, these two! It's been a while since I poked around with their AU.

I actually had two versions of this AU, actually!

FIRST VERSION OF THE ROLESWAP AU - literally only Dr. Krankcase and Mags get swapped, Mags becomes a Doom Raider and the Doom Raiders either have two Undead members or Mags is a Tech type when she's got mechanical spider legs. Dr. Krankcase becomes a lovable dork at the Academy.

SECOND VERSION OF THE ROLESWAP AU - It was multiple characters being swapped and may or may not be similar to the Mirrorverse, but all I figured out was Master Eon swaps with Kaos, Kaossandra swaps with Aurora (basically implying that Kaos' mom joins in for the last sequel), Count Moneybone swaps with Fiesta, and Hex swaps with Malefor (Malefor would be a lot smaller and more Skylander shaped, while Hex is a horrible eldritch abomination witch).

I love your ideas though. Golden Queen doesn't get swapped either way because it's really hard to beat a golden queen living in some desert ruins.

[tulipsaisle]

Character: Yves Kloss from Ikemen Prince

Special Mentions: @flimflam707 @lemeowade

AU: Royalty, fluff, slight angst and comfort

Tropes: Pretend Lovers

Notes: Hello!! I tried my best with this and I hope you enjoy it my SSEvent partner!! Merry Christmas and may your day go well!! And Laemonn, thank you for hosting this event bae!! I love youuu

AND IM SORRY IM LATE TO POST, THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR DAYSJSJDJ health chekups and personal stuff 😔

Yves stood in front of his vanity mirror anxiously. It was the sixth time his hands had found their way to fix the magenta bow tie hung elegantly around his neck.

He had ushered the maids and butlers out a while ago so he could have some space to collect his thoughts.

'Come now Yves, this is not the first time you've done this, so quit being nervous!' He mentally scolded himself before taking a deep breath in a quick resolve, the sudden determination flashed across his face as he squared his shoulders.

Giving himself one last check up, he finally turned away from the mirror and strode out of the comforts of his chamber towards the party. Only to halt in his steps and quickly put a palm on his head in annoyance,

"Ah, I forgot to go see her and pick her up."

Scolding himself, he turned around and fastened his pace in the opposite direction. It didn't take him long before he was face to face with a familiar door that he went way too many times for his liking. Squaring his shoulders for another time out of habit, he lifted his knuckles to knock elegantly on the polished wood.

The door opened slowly by one of the maids in charge of preparing his partner for tonight's party. She bowed then moved to let the prince walk in. Yves practiced the conversation in his head while he was on his way and it was really unlike him. He has never once held back his tongue when it comes to her so why tonight of all nights.

Probably cause of the fear of scrutiny from the other party-goers. Yves closed his eyes in order to collect his thoughts when he heard someone cleared their throat.

It was Y/N and he stared.

And she looked as dashing as ever in that beautiful off shoulder dress. She stood there looking back at him with a smile, but her eyes told another story.

That she was worried about him than she was about the party.

That's when Yves realized he was lucky - almost too lucky for his own good - to have someone like her as his pretend lover.

But he can't help but feel this intense surge of pain in the pit of his stomach once his thoughts came to the conclusion that they were only pretending to be in love.

He quickly brushed that thought away and smiled softly, forgetting the fact that he was semi gawking at her a few seconds ago. Yves slowly walked up to Y/N,

"You look beautiful." He felt the need to emphasize his point. "Well, more beautiful tonight - ah, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful in your normal attire - it's just - ugh!"

Yves groaned in frustration while the sound of Y/N's bubbling giggles erupted in the background. The remaining maids had quietly left the two of them to their own little world; much to his relief.

"It's okay to be nervous Yves," A soft melodious voice spoke and he looked up to see Y/N smiled at him reassuringly. Even with or without makeup, he still imagined that face of her as something similar to an angel standing before him.

He sighed, "Yes, I just don't want to screw this up."

"It's alright, I know you won't. You got this and you got me by your side."

Yves finally smiled, a full smile this time before extending his arm out for her. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah, let's." Y/N hooked her arm happily in his and they both were walking side by side to the party. Y/N was smiling like usual, but she had missed the disdainful look on Yves's face as he desperately tried to hide from her.

He really hates using her in this situation. For a simple public acceptance. He could choose another solution to make the accusations about him mistreating a noblewoman die down. Y/N had defended him saying that it's not like him to do such things. However, knowing how people like to gossip, the belief of Prince Yves being unlucky does not help either. Then comes the part where she declared that she was his lover to prove that he would never lay a hand on any woman inappropriately.

Yves couldn't understand how such a person could willingly throw themselves to help someone like him. He felt he didn't deserve all of this. She doesn't deserve all of this. But she's the one who insisted.

And being a coward he was, he just blindly accepted that. Yves wished he could be more stern and tell her he could handle it himself. Like he'd used to, like he'd always done.

But one simple look from her had crumbled that wall he'd put up to defend that vulnerability. What's more surprising was her quick resolve to stand up and fight back when it was necessary. Unlike him, he would probably let the words hit him and fuss up about it.

The sound of faint music playing cut him out of his reverie and he looked ahead to see the guards standing on ceremony to welcome their prince and his partner inside. They opened the huge door, and one loudly announced their entrance. Yves immediately felt eyes darting at him from all directions. He could sense the slight shakiness in his palms, but the warm delicate hand that held him squeezed tighter in reassurance.

He looked down, and there were those eyes and that smile that seemed to put him at ease every time he met them. Now that she's even closer, it almost felt like there were just the two of them together in the room.

The orchestra began to start the new song, and dozens of couples were already in the middle of the ballroom. Y/N tugged his hand and said, "How about we dance to forget about all the worried for tonight."

Without even waiting for his response, she pulled him with her, ignoring the splutters of surprise from Yves. They both started to waltz and swayed across the room to the music. Y/N was desperate to vibe off the slight anxiousness that was shown on his beautiful features, so the moment she heard the strumming of the strings, her instant reaction was to pull him along with her leading their dance.

Yves felt the coolness of the air wash away his worries as he instantly went along the steps as she led them both. He smiled at her as gently as the rose petals swaying, "You're getting quite good at this." He complimented her, lips inching close to her ears only for her to hear those sweet words. Y/N giggled and teased, "I only learn from the best." She hinted towards the fact that it was Yves who had taught her the basics since her early days at the castle until she had mastered the steps to even lead her partner.

A tinge of pink dusted Yves's cheeks, but he was still smiling. They twirled until the music stopped and another one played all throughout the night. He could feel all those pressures from the stares, the weight of high expectations he put on himself, and the taunting voice in his head washed away into nothingness when he danced with her and heard her laughter.

His eyes split away from her for a second and he could see most of his brothers, especially from the Domestic Faction nodding proudly and grinning in encouragement. Nokto even gave him a thumbs up, of course with a pretty lady in his other arm to which Yves rolled his eyes but he couldn't contain his smile nonetheless.

He focused his attention back onto Y/N and he swore he could feel himself melting slowly just by staring into the lights in her eyes.

'One day,' He swore to himself silently, 'One day, when I dare to face everything, I'll be sure to make you my own.'

He twirled her around once more before catching her waist gently as they both continued to sway, 'I'll have to courage to call you my love, my partner, my companion for real. We won't have to pretend or hide, there'll be no more of that. So please,'

The music slowly comes to a stop once again, signaling the third dance of the party has just ended. Yves leaned down to pull Y/N's hand for a soft kiss, all while gazing at her lovingly.

'Please wait for me.'

There was a hint of rare confidence and determination in his eyes, this time he had ignored the whispers from the other guests, all were irrelevant to him except for one woman in the room that stood right in front of him.

The sound of her sigh and giggles were enough of the confirmation he needed to know that she also enjoyed the party as much as he did. Yves wished he could stop time and savor the moment. His mental promise echoed around his head like it was no tomorrow as if it wanted him to remember and etch in on his brain forever. But he won't mind that.

He hoped she didn't realize there was redness on his face while he was thinking such thoughts about her. However, he didn't realize what was going through Y/N's mind and that she too had been thinking the same thing about him, waiting for the day when she could confess her true feelings for him and be together as real lovers.

-Fin

[clickerflight]

Voltober 11. What Will We Do? - Sons of Billionaires DP AU

Author's note: I love this so much, and I love this AU. I write it on AO3 if you're interested in reading a good dad vlad + DC universe au I'll leave the link at the bottom of the post

Challenges Masterpost - Voltober 10

Content: ghost whumpee, panic attack, wounded, comforted by enemy

@voltober

Panic Attack | Forced to choose | Bad First Aid/Field Medicine

Vlad found himself distracted. He had been trying to read all evening, and when he finally gave up on that and went to his lab to work he couldn’t do that either. All he wanted was to fly the town as a halfa, but he had firmly set a boundary with himself that he would not fly about as a halfa unless he had good reason to.

His therapist would be mad at him if she knew he was doing this. His ghost therapist, though he was sure that his human therapist would be quite cross with him too after she understood what was going on and got over the shock. He was punishing himself for all of the shortsightedness and cruelty he had indulged in for years. His halfa core still half wanted to punish Jack for hurting him so badly, physically and emotionally. He still wanted Maddie, and he knew that was wrong. His ghost therapist, a nice old harpy named Ms. Kedrana, had been working with him to get him and his core sorted out properly, showing him the techniques to switch it’s desire to something more productive and healthy in his half life, but it was a long process and it still wasn’t quite finished.

Maybe that was why he was so antsy all of the time. He was in a period of transition and he had no idea where he was going to land. He never did like not knowing what was going to happen next, and this was no exception. He had been having a hard time with the transition on top of that because he was uncertain what his core’s desire actually should be. If not for revenge or unrequited love, then what?

“Sir?”

Vlad was stirred from his musings and found that he had been staring at the closed refrigerator for about 10 minutes. He looked to his butler, Henry, who floated about an inch of the ground, and cleared his throat. “Ah, yes, Henry?”

“Are you quite alright, sir?”

Vlad sighed heavily, running a hand through his silver grey hair. “I am just restless. I will be fine once I find an activity that will take my attention.”

“Is there anything I would be able to do to assist you in that?”

So helpful. As always. Henry had actually been the crux of Vlad’s change, showing up on his doorstep on day and asking to be his butler. Vlad had tried to turn the ghost away. He had no use for human servants, so surely he would have no need for ghostly servants, but Henry had insisted and, on a whim, Vlad had let him in. It had been life changeing to get proper advise from a ghost about how to care for his other half properly, and with that discomfort settled, Vlad found it had been easy to properly think for the first time since he became a halfa.

And upon further reflection on his life, he quickly realized that he had been a right sugar powdered donut of a man. When that realization had struck him he’d been thrown for quite a loop until Henry pointed out that there were human therapists for his complicated emotions and ghost therapists for his complicated core.

“Ah, no, Henry, thank you, though,” Vlad said, opening the fridge since he was standing in front of it anyway. Maybe he was hungry. Maybe he could just eat something and then he would be able to settle in.

“Are you certain, Master Vlad? I would be delighted to assist where I can.”

“I’m fine.”

The judgmental silence that stretched around Henry was palpable and made Vlad’s palms uncomfortably sweaty.

“You know what would make you feel better.”

Vlad growled, slamming the fridge shut before stopping, wincing at his own actions. He shouted his frustration and gestured at the fridge. “Yes, I would feel better if I was out and about right now, but that is exactly why I can’t be out and about right now! I would really prefer not to dwell on it if possible, thank you.”

Henry sighed. “You will never learn control if you only avoid the things that set you off, Master Vlad. I think you ought to go fly. Don’t stop for anything. Just fly. The night is beautiful after all.”

“I can’t,” Vlad protested weakly, but Henry was already ushering him toward the door.

“Go on, then. Transform and go have a good night. I will be sure to put things right here and you will have a good choice of book to come back to. No more of that business law drivel. Something enlightening, I assure you. Now, go.”

And with that, Vlad found himself on his deck without his shoes, the door closed behind him.

He took his ghost form, intent on flying up and phasing back into his room, but paused when he saw the array of stars above. It really was a beautiful night. The moon was just a sliver in the sky, providing enough light to see most things, but leaving everything else shrouded in darkness.

Maybe a little flight wouldn’t hurt. No more than 10 minutes, really.

Vlad lifted into the air and, on instinct, turned to Amity to fly overhead, looking down at all the familiar lights and taking a look at the new construction projects going on. One construction project drew his attention specifically. It was surprisingly gooped, like there had been a fight there with an ectoplasmic entity recently.

He swooped down to examine the mess when he saw movement in one dark corner zip into the back of a box truck through the closed door.

Vlad tilted his head, trailing along carefully. He opened his senses more, trying to figure out what had just hidden inside the truck, but the smell of ectoplasmic guts hid whatever it was inside.

Vlad didn’t really want to stick his face through, and a large part wanted him to just leave it be, but the other part needed to know.

He carefully pressed his face into the material of the truck, phasing through just enough to get his eye out the other side.

He got a blast of energy chucked in his direction for his troubles, but it came slow enough he could get out of the way easily. Now he knew what was inside. It was the little badger and that was one of the few people he very much did not want to encounter at the moment. He had antagonized the lad quite a bit in the past and he hoped in the future to apologize and make it up to the younger halfa, but today was not that day.

He turned to fly away when he heard a wheezing sob from inside the box truck. He slowed and paused, turning his head to hear more wheezing half breaths and his core gave a sudden and surprising throb.

He hated himself for it, but he would have to turn around and see what was going on inside.

He turned and knocked gently on the side farthest from where he had seen the halfa and called, “I am coming in. I am not looking to harm you.”

After a pause where he listened to Phantom’s stuttering breaths, he phased through again.

The boy was pale, as all ghosts were, but he was starting to take a bluish complexion that only older ghosts had. Vlad was beginning to get that tone himself, but Phantom was still too new for that. He had a hand on his chest, dragging in breaths, his eyes wide and darting, like he was trying to find a way out of this situation. He had a wound in his side, a large chunk of ectoplasm missing where he’d been hit and it was hastily bandaged with a wad of paper towels and duct tape. It was not clean and it was clear that Phantom couldn’t actually take care of himself right now.

“Nnnn! NnnNNNNNNN!” Phantom tried to say, shaking his head furiously. He gasped again, tears beginning to stream down his face.

Vlad recognized this. How many night had he been forced to go through a panic attack on his own? Every night in the hospital when he thought he was dying, every full moon when he felt the pull of his ghost form, every time he was injured terribly in his ghost form and he thought he would die.

He approached with his hands open, pausing only to take off his cloak.

Phantom curled away from him as Vlad said, “Badger, I am not here to hurt you, and I know it feels like it, but you are not dying. Look at me.”

Phantom whined, his eyes locked on Vlad’s now, more like a prey animal staring at danger, but it was something.

“You’re alright,” Vlad said, wishing he hadn’t been so stupid about how he treated this halfa. He was a child for corn syrup’s sake! He was the only one who understood. And Phantom was the only one who understood in turn. He was stupid.

He slowly got to his knee and swept his cloak around the boy. Phantom shuddered, his breathing out of control again.

“Deep breaths. You’re going to be fine, understand?” he said softly, holding the cloak over the boy’s head so he felt more protected. “Deep breath.”

Phantom was trying, he was so clearly trying, but every time he got close he broke down again, babbling and pleading. Vlad wasn’t making this any better, but he had to help. He couldn’t leave the kid to deal with this on his own.

“Shh, shh, I’m here. I’m so sorry, badger. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I’m sorry this has become your responsibility. I should have been dealing with the ghosts, not you. I shouldn’t have made you fight me as well. I’m sorry. You’re going to be okay, though. The wound won’t kill you. Did I ever tell you about the time I took a cannon ball to the chest?”

Phantom’s eyes lit up a little, his breathing slowing as he shook his head.

“Well, there are these civil war reenactments that I like to go see sometimes. But I don’t want to go through the hassle of being seen there, you know? So I went as a ghost. An old guy saw me, though, when I wasn’t being careful enough, and he sent a cannon ball right through my chest. I didn’t realize they were using live cannons. I was in such a state. It took me a week to get back to work. So this little wound here? You’ll be right as rain in a day or two. Alright?”

Phantom had calmed down enough that he looked exhausted. He nodded faintly and Vlad relaxed. “Okay. Is there someone you can call? Someone I can take you to?” He didn’t like the idea of returning Phantom to parents who were consistently declaring what they would do to Phantom if they caught him.

“M’ sis.”

“Okay. Do you want to call or text her? She can pick you up. I’m guessing you wouldn’t want me taking you anywhere.”

Phantom gave Vlad a bit of a sideways look and asked, “Was up with you, fruitloop? ‘S not like you.”

Vlad gave a bit of a shrug. “I’ve been going to therapy. Do you need help calling your sister?”

“’V got it,” Phantom said testily before getting a phone from somewhere on his person. He took a long moment fumbling with shaking fingers to send a text before letting the phone clatter to the floor next to him, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose.

“Hurts,” he whimpered, seemingly without thinking.

“I know. When you get home, you will want to bathe the wound in ectoplasm. Do you know how to get that?”

Phantom nodded.

“Do your friends know how to get that?”

He nodded.

“Okay. Then you are going to rest, mostly in ghost form if you can manage it. It will heal faster that way. And eat copious amounts of slime. It will help.”

Phantom huffed. “Don’ need slime. Portal downstairs-”

“Is good for ambient stuff, but slimes have other nutrients you need as a ghost. The portal will technically keep you alive, but the slimes will actually make you healthy.”

Phantom wrinkled his nose.

“You get used to it. I’ve been experimenting with it in cooking… I suppose we can talk about that…. ah. Hmm. I guess I should say I really do mean you no harm. Anymore. I have been reevaluating my life and making some changes.”

Phantom huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“Yes, I do suppose that does sound silly….” Vlad said quietly.

There was a knock at the truck and Vlad looked up as the door opened.

The red headed young lady gasped, fumbling for something in her bag, likely a Fenton thermos, but Vlad lifted his hands carefully. “I mean no harm.”

He wrapped the cloak around Phantom a little tighter as Jazz hesitated and ignored the small halfa’s protests as he picked the child up, walking smoothly to Jazz. He lowered Phantom into her arms with a little, “You got him?”

He let go when she nodded and stepped out, brushing off his suit a little. “I did not harm him,” he assured her. “I found him after the fight. He will be wounded for a day or two. He will need the wound dosed in ectoplasm and eat ectoslimes to recover well.”

He turned to fly away but hesitated, turning back to her. “Do not let him sleep alone, if you have the time to spare. He will be…. Scared.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, her little brother passed out in her arms wrapped in Vlad’s cape.

He cleared his throat a little and nodded to her. “Tell him I will deal with the ghosts until he feels better. It is the least I can do.”

She nodded faintly, and with that, Vlad launched into the sky, intent to keep his word starting that moment. Henry would probably be ecstatic to know why he was out for longer. Vlad just wished he had listened to the old ghost sooner.

VTB part 12

Sons of Billionaires

[belphegorspillow]

Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 1: One Hell of a Soul Previous   Next Masterlist Story Masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously Mc would find themselves with multiple soulmate marking scattered all over their body before ending up in the devildom where they find out some of the people in front of them is their soulmate... Mc stared at the male in front of them, who smiled happily in their direction. “Welcome to the Devildom MC...” Mc could feel a burning feeling on their upper back causing them to try and touch it.” Oh, pardon me...Feeling a bit shocked? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will take a little while to adjust.” Mc opened their mouth to respond, but before they continued, they closed it and stayed silent.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo.” He introduced himself to MC. “I am the ruler of all demons and all here is knowing of me. And someday I will be crowned king of Devildom.” Devildom? King? What is this place? Mc would question to themself silently as they touched their back. They didn’t feel any pain pressing on the burning feeling... suddenly it clicked. This was a new soulmate mark... One that this supposed future king gave them. “MC.” Mc looked up to be faced with another male. Black hair framed his face, piercing red eyes stare down at them. Mc nods their head, still not respond to any of them. He let out a sigh - taking it as if they still are scared of them all.

“I will explain everything to you.” He soon got interupted by a red head. “Mc, this is Lucifer, he is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Mc’s eyes moved to stare at the blue string connecting Mc to the hand of the black hair male. “Is there something wrong with my hand?” Lucifer spoke again, snapping Mc out of their trance, causing them to shake their head.

“Is something wrong Mc?” Diavolo questioned to them, who moved their hands up to their throat, making a cross symbol across their throat as to tell them they can’t speak. “Can’t speak?” Diavolo tried to think back to when him and Lucifer looked at the files, not remembering anything about Mc not being able to speak. “Well, my butler is very skilled at sign language, sadly he isn’t here currently. If you are alright with communicating to us with mouthing out words?” Mc just nodded.

If the burning feeling was a soulmate tattoo, then if MC spoke to Diavolo, he would also get a burning feeling on what they said to him. So, it’s best to avoid speaking, though now they would need to learn sign language to keep up this act...

As Lucifer continued to explain, and how the students want to eat their soul and how his younger brother was going to take care of them. Mc got handed a D.D.D, to call Mammon over - or well text him. MC Hello? Are you Mammon? Mammon Who do ya think ya are talking to the great Mammon! MC I’m the new human exchange student. You are meant to be looking after me. Mammon Ah Good luck with that MC Lucifer told me that. He says its an order Mammon You think that name is gonna scare me! Ya can’t just be throwing it around thinking like that. Soon the phone was taken out of your hand, Lucifer clicked a button and a few rings went before he spoke. “You have 10 seconds....9.” The phone was soon hung up before being placed back into MC’s palm. “That was interesting wasn’t it.” Lucifer hummed a bit. “Well we still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers. And its probably better if you do it instead of me.” Lucifer sighed at hearing the mention of his brothers. “Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.” “Oh come now. You should really be honored that you det to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me.” One of the people spoke. He sat underneath the scorpion banner and smiled. Light purple marks could barely be seen underneath the collar of the shirt, causing MC to pull up theirs.

“This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest.” Lucifer explained. “He is the avatar of Lust.” Asmodeus looked over at his brother, clearly offended by how he introduced him. “Atleast you weren’t ignored all together.” The male on Asmodeus’s right, spoke.

“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest, at first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.” “Ahh, so I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.” “Lust? Wrath?” Mc mouthed out towards them, which Diavolo spoke for them to hear. “It sums up what we are about! Especially my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! Mc, look into my eyes for a moment. It’s okay~ I won’t hurt you.” Mc shook their head, and stepped away. “What you don’t want to try?” He huffed a bit. “You’re no fun at all.”

“I should probably warn you, MC, You’d best be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze. He can charm and manipulate people and use them to his own advantage.” Mc is pretty glad to not have looked into his eyes.

“Are you done.” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “The one that has a very grumpy look is Beelzebub, the sixth eldest.” The orange hair male looked over and grumbled. “Lucifer, I’m hungry.”

“Too bad, now behave yourself.” Beel looked over at MC. “I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.” Lucifer looked back over at MC. “There are seven of us brothers in total, I am the eldest. Mammon the second eldest will be here soon.” Lucifer glanced over at two chairs that had no one in. “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we can get to them later...All in good time..”

As Diavolo butted in to add on, how MC would have to do tasks, live with the brothers in the house of Lamentation. The door soon busted open to reveal a male with white hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles [4.2.2023]

[dallassleep]

Welcome Home Twisted Forest AU

This randomly came to me at the middle of the night, before a blasted wedding too Alrighty, so, this is basically fantasy n so on buuuut, the dark side of the fantasy world is at your doorstep. Here are my ideas for the current cast,,, (be warned, there will be graphic oneshots and little stories with this, understand this is just my idea and Val, you make fun of me n I'll chunk you off a roof/j /I love you too much man lmaooo) Also, I will warn you, these little guys aren't too... Kind to new comers, I mean, Eddie was one of the victims! Wally - A trickster, often leading those unaware to the dark pits of the woodlands. He is known for his manipulation over the creatures of the woods, guiding them along in his sick and twisted game. He is the main guardian, besides for Home. Both of them seem to be a demonic, if not eldritch entity. Barnaby - Seen as the big bad wolf of this dark forest, Barnaby is typically chasing those who are unknown down, taking each and every one of his prey to the ground until his dearest friend is satisfied. Barnaby was found alone, and taken in by Home. He and Wally think of each other as brothers practically. Julie - She is the witch, alongside Sally and Poppy (think Hocus Pocus kinda), often dragging young children into the woods. She lies about a world of treats and always full of sun, and once they are within her clutches, she takes their lives and they become one of the lost souls upon these twisted lands. Frank - Ah yes, the little elf who once attempted to run from the crude world he lives in and was given a punishment no other should receive. He is now unable to offically speak and hides from any newcomer, including the lost souls. He trusts only Julie, Eddie, and Howdy to protect him from their guardians, Wally and Home. Eddie - Instead of being a mailman in this world, Eddie is the one who brings the words from the gods of above to his guardians, entrusted to withhold this information from everyone. He is a valuable member of the family to Wally, often protected by Barnaby or Howdy and giving advice to his dearest Frank. He is a former mortal, shifted into the undead creature he is now. Howdy - Howdy is seen as Wally's second closest companion, never let out of his sight and practically as butler if not significate other in Wally's case. Howdy is respectful and keeps his tongue whenever another speaks up, allowing opinions to be spoken but not daring his to be heard. Sally - One of the three witches, Sally is in charge of potions and spells, casting them upon those who are near. She is the one who blocks the idea of freedom from the others, but she herself dares not to cast it upon Frank, the poor soul unable to speak. She can typically be seen skipping and hopping around while singing a twisted tune. Poppy - Poppy is the third and most beloved witch, healing her comrades and daring not to speak against her guardians. She enjoys her life with them either way and loves her two other witch friends, talking to them about her worries. She is genuinely the sweetheart out of all of them. Home - The second most beloved guardian of this twisted realm. He stands before all, as not one entity, but all. Not much is known about him... He seems to be only around once a year, as the cool air of fall shifts into winter.

[ikamaru0507]

ah yes,more information 'bout my AU...

"how did pomni enter the café? she was hired or something like that?"

Pomni was walking around her town,looking for work,then she found a sign in a door written "help wanted" as she walked through the door,Pomni woke up in a café,dressed in a maid outfit,then,she met a denture man called Caine,and he explained all of the café to her,then,she started her new life in The Amazing Maid Café! (sorry,i'm not very good with storytelling :'D )

how are the maids and butlers "abstracted"?

they're fired,as simple as that! but they come out crazy...

ALSO

once one gets hired in the café,they can't go back

and

all NPC's are clients

[blupengu]

Okay, I thought Le Salut emotionally devastated me? Wrong. Weak sauce. I think I inadvertently went in order from happiest to most depressing salvation ending oops…💀

Big fat spoilers for everyone’s salvation ends under the cut!! I’ll add the order I did them in first in case somehow someone finds this and is curious but hasn’t done them all yet

Just wanna say though, thank you Virche Evermore for gifting us with not one, not two, but FIVE(!) long-haired boys, god damn! I would like to shake Yomi’s hand because the art and character designs are so *chef’s kiss,* long-haired anime boys are superior 😂

Also random aside, the first few notes of the salvation theme before the piano comes in gives me such……… indescribable feelings? That underlying dissonance fills me with like such a desperate but forlorn desire to go back to simpler, happier times before the melody becomes more hopeful 😂 (this might be a weird pull, but it gives me Giygas theme prayer for safety vibes from Earthbound 👀)

Adolphe -> Mathis -> Scien -> Yves -> Lucas (yes I saved him for last because I am a Lucas simp I admit it. I saw some comments say it was uhhh not the happiest ending LOL but the heart wants what the heart wants 💀) Boy this is gonna be a LONG post

Adolphe

Love things being solved with guns lmfaooo, guess we’ll go by each scene that the game goes through. Also since I forgot to mention this in my Le Salut rant, I LOVE all of Ankou’s CGs, he is so pretty! The very first one you get stopping Ceres from killing herself? Impeccable. When Adolphe’s pointing a sword at him while his hair’s blowing in the wind? Show-stopping. Him eating the lycoris? Peak *I saw a man so beautiful I started crying* 😩

LUCAS AND NADIA ARE ALIVE! NADIA IS RECOVERING!! LUCAS IS GOING TO THERAPY!!! As mad as I am that ankou died, this is the best timeline oh my gosh the way I (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) when I heard Nadia, the relief I felt for these two blonde bitches y’all…

LMAO JEAN. Oh my evil hot butler being forced to take care of a baby as his punishment is so *chef’s kiss,* scien has wonderful ideas, I desperately want fan art of this 😂 ah… they did say Rosalie was pregnant though when she was killed, didn’t they… oh now it hurts a little more… I hope he, Mathis, and the kid become a loving family 😔

What the FUCK Yves eating the lycoris bulbs coming in clutch though??? And Hugo still being an A+ Yvesexual I approve 😌

Scien is the BIGGEST mvp though in practically every route my god

This was such like a nice, tight little bow to put at the end of what I guess is the true route? But I love it because all our boys are happy (Ripperoni ankou 🫡)

Mathis

Sweet baby boy, too good for this world… Dahut why tf are you blowing shit up in his route this don’t involve you go away 😂 (still love him though…)

Oh… OH. Mathis was ACTUALLY baby…?? o_o (kinda 😬 how Jean got the cells but uh, let’s ignore that shall we?) Rosalie, Camille, Mathis happy family AU when??? Aaaw Jean did care about Mathis deep down TT_TT (like waaaay deep down), and thank you Scien again as always.

Lmao Ankou’s just casually showing up like, “here take these sweets, it’s made of my blood! Haha no of course I’m joking it’s just normal candy” 👀 Not much else to say about this end, it was cute! I’m glad at least one character got a real happy ending 😌

Scien

Bruh I forgot how disrespectful Scien is to everybody lmaooo, guess we back to sandwich dispenser… I’m glad Dahut’s our friend in this route though!

SALOME WHAT THE FUCK! Oh bruh hell nah, she did not just do that I stg… oh bitch she really killed Dahut huh. YOU JUST KILLED YOUR SON!! GIRL, THIS MAKES ME MAD AF 💀 (this also made me realize they share the same bang style 😭)

Not much else to say about this one either, I’m glad it’s happy (other than Dahut… and they’re never gonna find out about that, huh… ಠ_ಠ), and looks like the kiss CG’s improved! 😂

Yves

Bruh Yves needs therapy so bad, he’s such a good boy though 😂 Ngl his full name is kinda sick, Yves Noirge, guardian of the Lycoris, named after the flowers of misfortune? That goes hard af

Please… please give her the Magic science juice first so you don’t die before you get to her… no? Aight then I guess the power of love stopped you from dropping dead LOL (this kiss CG was also pretty nice! Hooray the artist has improved 😂)

Cannot believe they put in the effort to change Scien’s sprite so he’s missing an arm though lmao, and Ankou just kinda showing up to solve problems is always great

Y’all Yves and Ceres are so mentally I’ll for each other… and two kiss CGs!! They really saved the nice ones for the end huh 😂 Good for Yves! It’s not a super happy ending, but at the very least things are hopeful, and that’s all I can really ask for in this game…

Lucas

I am. Upset. I miss when all we had to worry about was the cage 😂

*internal screaming* Boy oh boy this one absolutely wrecked my shit. When I looked at the flow chart and realized it would split off AFTER Nadia and the killing spree… 😬 like bitch I don’t wanna go through this again 💀 okay okay though, this one’s definitely gonna be long (sorry in advance), I guess I’ll just tackle the scenes chronologically:

Seeing Dahut hiding from Lucas really just made me shout “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!” at my TV now knowing what we know lmao, but also… why was he unsure about Capucine’s involvement…? Like he knew Capucine was Ortie and he must’ve known that Capucine was running the hospital Nadia was in… also knew he was abusing Lucas and doing fucked up human experimentation, Dahut so why are you surprised??? I would’ve pulled Nadia out if there the second I became friends with her, a huge chunk of this is your fault 😭

But bruh… this is not a salvation end… it’s a despair end with more CGs and trying-to-talk-with-a-slit-throat-while-coughing-up-blood ASMR wtf 💀

(Poor Lucas saying “I can’t do this anymore” was so relatable lmao sweetie the game is doing you so dirty I am so sorry, like oh my god make the pain stop… what do you mean it’s only gonna get worse?!)

I am glad though that even though we stabbed our boy in the throat we are still going after Capucine’s ass together! Seeing him scared was so satisfying aah, GET FUCKED CAPUCINE HELL YEAH YOU BETTER BE AFRAID BITCH!! Even with 0 pints of blood, Lucas is still kicking down doors and kicking ass, what a king 👑 the man must be leaking everywhere (like sir we cut an artery, there must be a fountain coming out of you), love the “man too angry to die” vibes 😌

Bruh the siblings face to face is so fucked. Was not expecting Dahut to have already been there and playing dead though! Even though you’re kinda the reason Lucas and Nadia’s lives got so fucked, I’m glad you helped in the end 😌 get fucked (again) Capucine!! I’m very glad Nadia was the one to claw the shit out of that garbage man 🔥💯

Aha, the touching sibling reunion is SO super duper fucked 😭 they did not have to describe how Nadia can feel the other body parts and how much it hurts… like Jesus fucking Christ honey I am so sorry you’re in this game, this is too much suffering for such a sweet character 😩

God I am so absolutely devastated, his dying CG was pretty at least… ಥ_ಥ this ain’t fair though y’all… what is this injustice for Lucas?? Like this is some Shakespearean tragedy bullshit… Whoever decided his gravestone CG needed THREE variations is sadistic lmao 😭

My crops are dying, my skin is dry, everything is pain… I guess all we can really do is take some solace in the fact that he gets a happy ending with Nadia in Le Salut…

I don’t think the salvation theme music ever even played???? I also realized this motherfucker’s been wearing high heels the whole time while on his murderous rampage??? WORK BITCH damn 💅

Phew this rant for just Lucas probably could’ve been its own post honestly lmao but oh well, the man changed my brain chemistry… guess it’s time to pray for the FD to be localized. Please our lord and savior Scien, let it be soon, Lucas deserves so much better than what he got 😭

Well guess that’s it for my rambling posts about virche evermore!! This game was a wild ride from start to finish and I loved it, time to make shitty memes to cure my brain rot (sorry if this post was incomprehensible LOL)