#also someone please notice the difference in how they open each other's letters

[sceebybeeby]

"was i THAT obvious?"

[sugudoe]

᭡ ★ ׁ ׅ SUCH A TEASER! ⠀ׂ⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀─┈

. ֺ﹢ synopsis: ex-husband!nanami that filled for divorce under the idea he could die at any moment, and didn’t wanted you to suffer. four months later, after his injuries from shibuya, he is forced to retire, now the only thing he wants is having you back. before anything, you decide to get your little revenge on him.

. ֺ﹢ content: SMUT ╱ angst! and crack! ╱nanami is a bit of an asshole ╱ stimulation ╱ oral (fem!receiving) ╱ too much swearing ╱ no protection ╱ teasing ╱ face sitting ╱ mating press ╱ handcuff (male) ╱ good ending ╱ after shibuya ╱ burned!nanami ╱ english is not my first language.

. ֺ﹢ a. note: @emilyywhyy. another nanami smut, i’m feeling degenerate and happy. this one made me giggle and curl my toes, i want to be his little wife so bad! divider.

. ֺ﹢ wc: 6.k oopsie.

The brown pointy shoes of Nanami kept knocking on the wood floor repeatedly, mimicking the rhythm of his expensive watch — a gift you gave him on your first year together. It was supposed to be placed in the box of things to return to you, but Kento could only ever start to fill said box if his heart was put in there as well.

Nanami knew he was a fucked up man for many reasons. Firstly, he had given himself the nickname “Time-Bomb”, as in meant to explode — die — and have his remains hitting everyone in proximity. And secondly, despite all of that and his need to avoid hurting others with his eminent death, he still fell for you and build this relationship, the one he also broke up four months ago.

The blonde was also fucked in the head, anyone would tell him. Divorces are the aftermath of lack of love and trust, or uncountable fights, and yet, none of that applied to his two years long marriage to you. It was all perfect, balanced, the respect and affection you had for each-other was out of this world.

Nevertheless, his fears spoke loud, and made him act on autopilot.

You noticed how different he started to act when a boy, who you would encounter multiple times, had eaten a finger. You weren’t a sorcerer, had absolutely no idea what any of this meant, but the weight of the situation was noticed on your husband’s shoulders and yours, as well. The hours started to count down, and when it hit zero, life turned around.

Kento presented the divorce papers to you with a letter, wet eyes and as many “I’m sorry” the man could say before he turned around and left your shared home.

For someone who always presented themselves as smart and calculated, Nanami acted on impulse, and the gods seem to be punishing him even further now — inside this cubicle of an office, toasted coffee being gulped by his dry throat, he keeps burning himself after every sip, on purpose.

“Can you repeat that, again, please?” Kento puts the now empty mug on the wooden table, his green glasses are resting against the ceramic plate and he grabs it, staring at it to avoid looking at the male in front of him.

“Nanami.” Yaga sighed, hands scratching his beard. “You are no longer needed in this fucked up world. Look at your burns, you sacrificed enough! Now go home to your wife and retire in that country you always talk about — Thailand, isn’t it?”

“Malaysia.” The blonde corrects, before adjusting the sunglasses on his face.

“What’s the problem?” Yaga asks, although he doesn’t seem really into whatever it’s going on. “Problems in paradise?”

“Something like that.” Kento shifts on the chair, opening more of his legs, and letting his arms rest on it. “I fucked up with her. I thought something would happen, so I gave her the divorce papers and moved back to that old apartment.”

“You always fuck up when you think too much.” The older man sighs, piercing gaze hurting Nanami. “Let me guess, boy, you thought that death was coming and decided to spare her the pain?” At Kento’s nod, Yaga laughed with disdain. “She would still be in pain with your loss even if she hated you, but I doubt she does. Have she signed it?”

“No, we haven’t.” Nanami gets up from the leather seat and walked towards the only window in the room, lighting trespassing and reaching his wet face. “At any moment I fear the papers will come with her handwrite in it.”

“How long has it been?”

“Four months, it feels like years, though.” Kento looks over his shoulder.

“I bet it fucking does.” Yaga comes closer, strong hands dipping Nanami’s shoulder. “If she didn’t sign it yet, maybe there is a chance. Unfortunately, you will have to crawl on dirt and kiss the floor she walks to get her back.”

It’s a thought Kento avoided to have, he felt selfish to put you away and try to come back into your life, after all the pain. Like breaking a vase and messily fixing it with hot glue, he could burn the two of you again. Although, if Yaga was right, if there was a possibility you might be waiting for him, he should grab it. Right? It felt like all the types of right and wrong.

“I have to go.” Nanami walks towards the door, waving a quick goodbye.

“If you fuck up again, Kento, she’ll burn you herself.”

Nanami’s first stop was to a flower shop, and with the help of an old lady, he made the bouquet with clear intentions — violets for faithfulness, myrtle for marriage and red roses for love. A letter would accompany it, explaining the meaning with his own words.

❛❛ My darling,

if you find it in your interests to listen to this fool man, i will use your time with caution and care to explain of my wrongdoings with us and our marriage. it was never a question of lack of love, for even separated, it has always been growing for you and you only. our union is still sacred in my heart, and will always be. please, darling, reach to me if you so wish to know of the truth and let me beg for forgiveness. i’ll do anything.

with love, your Kento. ❜❜

And after the paying and a gentle tip, Nanami left the flower shop with a less heavy breathing, but an even more heavier heart.

Reaching his old apartment, one he had bought with his first salary as a sorcerer, he instantly missed the warm you had always brought whenever he stepped through the door and was engulfed in a hug, or had a spoon is his mouth with the dinner you were preparing. The cold lights of the living room and his small sofa would have to do for now, the sun was setting down and you were nowhere near the windows telling him how pretty orange and pink mix in the sunset, and Nanami would say they blend better reflected in your face.

Kento missed it so much. Your doll eyes shining bright staring up at him, the moonstruck smile in your wet lips, begging for him to kiss you. Fuck, your lips! Always the perfect match to his. Nanami also missed the feeling of them wrapped around his cock, how deep you could go and the thickness did not scared you. A single minute of this image in his head, and soon his scarred hand would be touching himself over his pants.

Like many nights before, he did the stupid routine of bringing his dick out, trying to massage it up and down, pressing when feeling like it. Nanami closed his eyes, throwing his head back and moaning quietly your name. Easily, he was too close, but as divine punishment, he never came. The pleasure would go away as quickly as it approached, making him grow desperate.

Four months without your presence, your mouth and your pussy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, and in a desperate thought he wished he had burned more, maybe for his precautions of life to had been right.

What was he doing? Thinking of death, when you’re still out there, yet to receive his flowers, yet to reach him. Nanami grumbled and sweared as he got up and went to take a cold shower.

On the other side of the town, you had come home from work with an expensive looking bouquet in your arms. It smelled divine and putrid at the same time — of course, this came from your psychological warfare after reading the letter.

How could he do this? And how could he do this only now?

You wanted to cry and throw the flowers on your fireplace, and at the same time you had the urge to keep all the petals alive for in a way, a part of him would always be near you. The divorce papers greeted you like a sad lover every time you came home, it had not yet been removed from the place Kento placed it.

It was empty of your name as much as it was of his. Let me be a fool, you told it silently, and believe he still wants me.

You had only an imagination about the reason for your fairytale life to be brought down with reality. Not allowing yourself to drown in a pity party of believing he had cheated or fell out of love, but gods does it not make it a bit better? To think he left because he should, and not because he felt like he would die. You wanted Nanami alive and well with the same intensity you wanted him by your side.

Unfortunately, you have never been selfish, had you tried and clawed his torso, maybe he would have stayed. Instead, you allowed your husband to leave and drank two bottles of wine with vanilla ice cream.

You felt pathetic while opening a new bottle, and allowing your tears to smear your makeup while eyeing the flowers. Nanami had always been so thoughtful, anything he grants you was drowned in love. Still, he left you. Still, you miss him so much you could have him back right now, pretending these months never happened. With a drowsy hiccup and wobbling legs, you grab your phone and call him.

And he doesn’t pick up.

You sober up instantly, throwing the phone on the couch and raising your hands to your lips. Now you know you’re pathetic, and your drunk self needs a shower.

When you return to your living room with puffy eyes and a red silk pajama, you try to trick yourself into not staring at your phone. It takes you three more sips of the same wine you opened earlier, for your patience to run thin and unlock the cellphone.

There is a message.

Y/n, not love or darling. Maybe Kento is holding himself back, maybe he does not view you as that anymore. Maybe he is still stuck in this routine of fucking up everything, and although your face has a scowl in it, you answer cordially.

You slap your face hoping to sober up, but it does nothing but sting your cheeks. You moan in pain before letting the phone slip out of your grasp and walk to your room, leaving everything behind to try to sleep. You won’t take water, much less any medicine, you want to punish yourself for this desperation that comes whenever his name is mentioned.

It’s like loosing sight of what you should do and what you want to do. You should move on and find someone that won’t push you away, but you need your husband’s arms to cradle you to sleep. And, also, his secret weapon to deal with any insomnia and terrible thoughts — the dick. The perfect one, filling you up instantly, has you reciting your wedding vows in your head every time he makes you see stars. Your hands can’t do the same, not even the bright green toy your friend has presented you after dealing with a little crises of yours.

Nonetheless, you still reach down to your panties and try to play with your clit like your (ex) husband used to do. You never were capable of copying him, your pussy misses his long thick fingers and his cold tongue movements. You feel like crying all over again.

Is with your hand inside yourself that you fall sleep, much like Nanami in his own place. Both sad and with this pent up energy that could light Japan by itself.

The next morning, you wake up with enough pain to believe your head had grow two times it’s own size, and with fogged memories of last night, you halt your movements while smelling the flowers. In the limbo of dreams and reality, you had forgotten these flowers aren’t the usual ones your partner would greet you with, and instead are the desperation of Nanami to fix his mess.

You want to burn it again, but you decide against it and grabs your phone on the floor, eyes avoiding the texts of last night, you wonder if 9am is a good hour to call your ex husband and asks him about the impedimental fall of your marriage. Sighing desperate, you call him.

“Hello.” Nanami’s voice is still the same hoarse and low tone that has you closing your legs on your white couch.

“Hi, Kento.” You try to put strength in your voice, but it barely could be called a whisper. You cough awkward. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Nothing to worry about, Y/n.” No, don’t call me that, you thought. “Are you better now? Feeling any pain or discomfort?”

“I am…” you admit. “…but it’s not from the hangover.”

There is silence on the other line.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Besides sincerity, there is a fragility in Nanami’s voice, and at that you almost cry. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You mean the flowers or the divorce?” Your voice is starting to rise.

“Both, I don’t know.” Is easy to picture Nanami in his suit, head hanging low and hands over his eyes. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Is the— Is there any way for me to fix this?” Desperation is added to the equation of emotions Nanami is revealing.

“I don’t know, Kento. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“I won’t, I promise. I can guarantee to you, just let me explain.” You both are kept silent, only both breathings is heard. “Let me take you out today, a secluded restaurant where we can talk properly. If you think I don’t deserve you after that, I’ll respect your wishes, I’ll keep myself away. Please, just don’t let us regret losing this chance.”

Your hold on the cellphone grow tighter as you thought of Nanami’s words. The moment you snickered quietly you knew you deserved the truth of it all, even if partly you had an idea, hearing from the male was in your right. Having him trembling in your presence, begging for forgiveness, being pathetic was awakening new feelings in you.

“Pick me up at seven. And wear your cheetah tie.” Before Nanami can say anything, you hung up satisfied.

As always, Kento follow your orders, and when you open the door to your apartment later that day, he presents himself with the tie you required and another bouquet decorating his hands, the ring on his finger drying your throat right away. Nanami has a nervous smile when he lowers the flowers, showing you the scars you have only heard about from Shoko. Half of his face and body is covered with the pinkish tissue, and yet, he keeps being the most beautiful man in the world. You don’t tell him that, not so soon.

Grabbing the flowers, you turn around in place, showcasing your open back dress and a red pantie.

“Can you zip this up?” You ask, hearing Nanami’s groan before feeling his hot hands on your hips, he moves them slowly towards your ass before zipping the silk up to your waist. “All good there?”

“Yes.” Nanami answers with a tender grip again on your hips.

“Then why won’t you remove your hand?” You stare at him over your shoulder, red lips shinning with your saliva when you wet them, all under his hawk like gaze.

Before Nanami answers, you walk swaying your waist and clicking your expensive shoes on the wooden floor, putting the flowers on the vase and avoiding eyeing your ex husband and his completely hot self.

“I made the reservations for the Palpatine, you still enjoy their food, right?” He asks from somewhere behind you.

“We’ve been separated for four months, Kento, I didn’t change that much.” There is humor in your voice, for the same quantity that there is acid. You finish adding water to the vase and put it besides the other flowers the man has got you.

“It feels like years.” He comes by your side, smelling the sweet floral air impregnating your apartment. His eyes keep shifting between you and the colorful bouquets, until they fall on the unsigned divorce papers you forgot to hide.

“I bet it does.” You want to bite his head off when his long fingers (that you miss) moves closer to the paper, as if inspecting if it’s real. “Don’t worry, if you need, I’ll sign them when you drop me off later.”

“I thought I made clear I want for us to fix this.” Kento has a concerned look on his face.

“For how long? Until another big, dangerous mission? And the wheels will spin again, and you will tell me how cruel you are for staying with me?” Your don’t punch him, but you feel like you are close to, when your pointy finger starts hammering on his chest. “Kento, please, I can’t deal with the pain of having you just to lose again, it’s too much.”

“I promise you this will never happen again.” He says, his large hands holding yours to his chest, the rapid beating of his heart under your palms. “There will be no more pain, no more leaving.”

“I don’t want promises, I need actions. I need prove.” You roll your eyes and move away, wondering if all of this was a stupid idea. He follows you, and you believe it is.

“I’m not a sorcerer anymore.” Your back is to his chest, so you can sense his unhinged breathing that matches yours. Slowly, you turn to his scarred and beautiful face. “I’m retired now. After Shibuya, the higher ups agreed that my work as a sorcerer is over, that I needed rest.” Slowly, his hands moved towards your face, you flinched at first before allowing him to cup your cheeks. “If I had waited, right now we wouldn’t be fighting or nearly divorced, we would be somewhere calm and happier.”

“If- - If we are to make this work again, we-I, need boundaries!” He nods right away. “No more jumping to conclusions without consulting the other, no more conversations about death and pain. If we are together we will live happily, Nanami.”

You don’t allow him to say nothing more, arms going straight to his shoulders, you raise your feet of the ground and connect your starving lips together, melting in that fusion of longings and desperate love. You have missed him so much, but your body could never forget how it feels to be kissed devotedly by Nanami Kento, to have his grip on your waist trying to bring you impossibly closer or to hear his groans when you pull his blond hair. Four months, four years or decades, nothing could erase the love and connection you both had for the other.

But still, Nanami needs to learn his lesson.

You move backwards, mischief in your eyes and puff lips, Nanami feels his pants getting tighter with the look on your face. He knows what is to come, but he is not scared. You press both palms on his chest, making the male walks backwards until you both reach your room, there he ends up falling on the bed. He tries to pull you with him, but you shake your head in a negative motion.

“C’mon, please, darling. I need you.” He begs and you almost fumble at the sight of his large thighs spread for you, a messy hair and red lipstick smeared on his face. Your manicured nails scraping gently his cheeks, before tracing down to his neck, where you scratch, and still you go down.

“So good, you listened to me, baby.” You praise him when you touch the tie you ordered him to use, the print matching with your dress — Nanami thought you wanted the two of you to be paired, now, when you loose the tissue and prompts him to move back on the bed, he knows he fucked up when you follow him, crawling seductively and still, you are nowhere near his skin.

Holding it like a leash, you laugh sweetly with the desperate and piteous eyes of your husband. Nanami is torn between grabbing you to his laps or letting you command any movements of the night. It’s so hard to focus on not taking control, when you hair fails messily on your back, when you move closer to remove the tie and he smells your perfume, leaving a kiss on your neck that has you giggling or… Fuck, or when you bind him to your headboard. Nostalgia hits you both, but usually you were the one tied-up.

“You will behave, right, Kento?” Moving your dress up, you sit on his lap, perfectly on his growing bulge, earning a moan from him.

“Don’t call me that.” He implored, his jerking up enough to get a reaction out of you.

“What should I call you then…? Nanami!” You laugh among another moan elicited by him.

“You know that’s not my name for you, Y/n.” Your laughs cease, and his starts with the view of your irritated face. “Sorry, my darling.”

“That’s better…” The straps of your dress fall elegantly on your shoulder when you use his to come closer, whispering in his ear. “… my love.”

You kiss his cheeks, chuckling at his despair of not kissing your lips.

Raising on your knees, you remove your dress slowly, showcasing more of the red see through pantie he saw earlier, and no bra, the dress didn’t ask for one, he had know the moment the open back was show to him. Nanami had seen you naked a hundred and more times, but you have never failed to make him tremble at the sight of your beautiful body. The bed squeaked when on instinct, Nanami’s hands tried to reach your boobs. You knew he wouldn’t be restrained for too long, but he still owned you something.

“What are you planning on doing?” He demanded to know, eyes closed when you reached your hand down, touching his clothed cock, massaging it, opening his pants. However, you just pushed it down, but his underwear wasn’t phased by you. He hanged his head to the side, curious and already hating it. “Please, darling. Don’t do this.”

“Oh, why not, love?” Seductively, your words painted your tongue and lips with the fake innocence, while your hips started to move very slowing on top of his togged member, pulsating enough for you to feel even with two materials barring it from getting inside you.

“It feels like we are two dumb teenagers, y’know that.” Nanami groans when your pacing starts to get a little more faster.

Missing his heat and this feeling to an excessive extreme, you barely acknowledge whatever he had said. Your moans were getting louder, and the bed was shaking more, wether it was your doing or his irritated hands, you didn’t care. At this moment, the man under you was serving merely the purpose of getting you off, after four months of no cuming, you deserved it. Of course, you would rather be getting thrusted without mercy, his cock splitting your walls, still, he needed his punishment.

“Don’t cum, Y/n.” Nanami commands sternly, but you are too far gone to give a fuck. He hates when you waste your release on anywhere that is not his mouth, dick or fingers.

You keep moving, ignoring his pleas and demands, as if he was merely just a toy to satisfy you — he is, he knew that, wore that distinction like a badge of honor. But, right now, months after the breakup and longings of your pussy, he could not miss your first cum being on his underwear instead of on himself. You closed your eyes and whimpered in that way he knew you were either seconds or two minutes away.

“Fuck it.” You screeched when somehow the pleasure went away, and now two large hands had halted your movements. Leaving your daze, you realized Nanami had break free from his torment and tie, making you pout. “Don’t look at me like that, you’re not cuming on dry humping me, at least sit on my fucking face.”

No complains from you, he smiles at you silence before laying down, hands still on your hips. You move up, trying to get the wet panties off, after a few seconds of trying, Nanami simply tears it off to shreds. You want to complain and smack his smirk away, but fuck it, you’re too worked up to care. Rolling your eyes, you positioned yourself on his face, slowing descending into him, Nanami, though, doesn’t want carefulness, he pushes you down harshly and it’s already working his way to your release with his most cruel and perfect tongue movements.

Your grip on the iron headboard it’s nearly bending it, and your pleas and begs for more and more are getting drowned by moan after moan he takes from you. Nanami slaps your ass, a sign for you to start humping his face as well. His nose keeps touching your clit, and you can’t help but want to cry when he starts to gently bite it as well, moving his tongue inside, separating your folders.

“I- - I can’t, I can’t! Fuck.” Babbling nonsense, you feel the build up all over again, moving one of your hands to his hair you squeeze it enough to hear his moans of pleasure through you. “Baby, I’m… I’m…close!”

You hear something muffed, could only assume is Nanami encouraging you to let it all out. And when the knot on your lower body begs to be released, you let it go with a loud moan, tears falling and hips still moving, four months of neediness going all the way down to your husbands face and mouth, and he keeps devouring your still.

After what felt like hours, you move up with weak knees, Nanami mumbles something in an equally dazzled stated, you fall on the side on your back, laughing when he hoovers over you in an instant, pecking your lips a few times before going for your neck, where he is sure to leave those love bites and marks he adores so much. When he reaches your boobs you know he is going to be occupied for a while, sucking one onto his mouth while the other is being mercilessly pinched by his fingers, you cry out of desperation for more and more, and he keeps granting you. Always will.

He bites and sucks alternating between them, and you sense when one of his hands go all the way down to your pussy, two fingers separating your folds and penetrating it. Nanami eyes go up to stare at you eyes, drowning himself in more pleasure over your nearly passed out expressions — open mouth, bright eyes, moans of his name slipping from your lips, he is losing control with you.

“I need you, please Nana… Baby, please.” You keep begging like a prayer, hoping he can grant you what you missed the most.

He sucks stronger one of your tits before retreating himself with a loud pop sound. His fingers, though, keep moving in a steady rhythm, shaking your legs and pulling the knots from your inside. You fear you might faint if you don’t cum again.

“One more, my love. You can do that for me, right?” With the way he whispers near your ear, biting gently you lob, you could do anything he asks in this moment. You nod frantically and he coos at you with a sweet laugh. “I know you can, go on, baby. Cum for me.”

You follow his lead right away, letting yourself set lose and relax, drenching his thick fingers deep inside you while he groans at the feeling of your walls around him, knowing for a fact that it will all feel better when it gets replaced by his cock. Nanami knows that overstimulating you is a prize to win, but right now, you both need each-other in a more primal way. If you ask, demand, he will fall down on his knees and glue his face to your pussy until no one can get him out, he can leave his own needs for a century later, but right now you both are desperate for the raw feeling only him inside you can provide.

He moves away while you come back from the high, and remove all his clothing, before coming back on top of you. Kiss on your necks making you giggle in anticipation, soft sighs scrapping both of your throats before a kiss is started and deepened quickly, his tongue always so controlling of yours — you are too far gone in the need to be fucked to try and keep control of anything anymore, he knows it, he will take good care of you for that.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.” Nanami praises you, one hand rests on your leg, he adjusts it to his waist before holding his own member and sliding inside you. “Fuck, it’s so fucking tight.” You moan with just the feeling of him going deeper, and when he stops, balls deep, you whine sad. “Shh, it’s okay baby- - I’m just feeling you.”

“Feel me while moving…” You blurted while moving your hips, hoping to catch some reaction out of it. Only a harsh slap on your thigh was the answer. “…please…?” He chuckles.

And then, he moves. Slow at first, as a way to say he is doing what you please but it’s still his call, his command. You don’t complain even if the words and sassiness are scratching your throat, they are being buried by your long moans and whimpers. Instead, to focus on anything else and let your husband grant you what you need without anymore punishments for the two of you (him for being a dick, you for being too eager), you wrap your other leg on his waist, making him go even deeper and the both of you groan simultaneously.

It’s so good you now it won’t last long. The first feeling of being buried by his thick cock is much better than you remembered, and it’s been four months, you won’t judge each-other. Nanami, though, thinks different. It’s his first time fucking you after a long time, he is going to make all of this worth it. If he had any say in this, he could be inside you for days.

A yelp scapes you when his thrusts stop being gentle and turn into a maniac rhythm, dazzled by your scent and the feeling of you wrapping around his dick, Nanami is surely losing control, you think, and while mumbling on his ears about how good he feels and how much you love him, he goes back to the slow pace. You groan and he laughs.

“You’re evil.” You whisper with a hiccup, fat tears forming on the side of your eyes. Nanami was focused at staring down, seeing himself going in and out of you, but your broken voice made his head snap up, his burned hands holding your face and cleaning the tears of frustration, he kisses them as well.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod at him. “That’s what I want, baby. To keep it good for as long as we can.” And so, the fast pacing comes again.

You feel desperate and hot, your skin is burning with the desire to release yourself all over again, to crumble under Kento, and let yourself be taken care by him. He holds you like you’re a delicate paper, and still he fucks you like you are unbreakable. Maybe you are, when he moves both your legs to rest on his shoulders and starts the mating press position, you know you are stronger than you look, otherwise, you would have fainted with how terribly good it fucking felt to be even more deeper and filled.

Nanami did not stop for even one second, he didn’t need to catch his breath or stretch his legs, he only needed you. To be inside of you deep enough to never be apart, to print his size on your body so only he could bring you that pleasure. Of course, none of that matters to you — too busy moaning so loud and scratching his back to the point of bleeding. Everything felt too much, and too good.

“M-m…more…” It’s the only thing you can say on this position, Nanami smirks at your requests and complies to it, even more faster and brutal, your legs are shaking by his shoulders, he push them down to your chest and uses the back of your thighs to keep himself balanced. His eyes can only focus on your wet entrance receiving all of it, no complains. “S-so good, baby!”

You feel the same knots from earlier starting to untie, from your abdomen, your hands instantly goes to Nanami’s thigh, trying to stop his movements but he won’t budge and you’re glad for it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” He asks, and you nod with closed eyes and open mouth. “You keep wrapping me like this, I can’t handle more.”

“Please, cum inside me.” Nanami groans at your request, and like fuel to fire, he doesn’t stop thrusting. You know you made the right choice, he is going to fill you whole.

The burning of yours and his skin makes you wonder if you’re seeing smoke coming out of your bodies. It’s all too heavy and foggy, and the way his hands are gripping your thigh more and more, certainly marking it, you know what’s about to happen. Staring at him with pleading eyes, he nods at you, and you cum over his still moving cock, a shinny mess of your liquids mixing with his own, coming right after yours. Nanami removes your legs from his shoulders, letting them go to his waist again, he falls over you, kissing you starved while still shuffling inside you, making sure both of yours release are mixing deep in your womb.

After a few minutes of dizziness and high, Nanami presses kisses to your neck, prompting you to snuggle him impossibly closer to your body.

“I love you,” he says. “and I’ll never make any stupid decision again. You are mine and I’m yours.”

“Good thing we didn’t sign those papers.” You weakly state, already feeling the need to sleep. “I love you.”

“I’m still going to rip it, burn it. Whatever it takes to get that thing out of existence.” Nanami grunts when he gets up, you pout at the lack of being filled and he snorts. “Just a second, love.”

The vision of his naked ass has you ready to jump on him again, but you control yourself when he grabs something in his pants’s pocket and walk towards the bed, sitting in front of you and placing a box on your hand. You know what it is instantly, that doesn’t stop you from crying when you open it to be presented with the sight of your wedding band, the one you had throw at the table the night he left. You had searched for it everywhere in the apartment, not knowing he had took them.

“Let’s get married again, what do you think?” You sob at his request, nodding your head right away, not trusting your voice. “How about we go to Malaysia? Beach wedding, only the two of us.”

“Forever…?” You wonder while he puts your ring on your finger, while you touch his, that he has never removed, kissing his hand after it.

“Yes, my darling, forever.”

[residentdeviant]

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

── .✦ summary

⟢ you’re a detective for the raccoon city police department and have recently been assigned a new partner and dozens of cases involving androids, including one of a missing woman and a ruined android. now it’s up to you two to solve them all. detroit: become human au.

── .✦ story notes !

⟢ written with re2r/re4r leon in mind ! also, i did my best to have this be a gender neutral reader, but if there’s anything that suggests otherwise, please let me know.

── .✦ word count

⟢ 3k !

── .✦ tags ! (warnings included)

⟢ d:bh au, android!leon, second-person, no use of y/n bc i’d rather get pistol slapped in the neck, “welcome leon” reference :’), angst, gore descriptions.

── .✦ a/n !

⟢ i wrote this during this past summer so if any of the upcoming parts seem disconnected, it’s because they lowkey are like i fr forgot what all i was writing help- also leon mod by fuazap (IG) and connor pic by clancyaep!

⟢ part two!

⟢ part three!

September 30th, 2038.

5:47pm.

This was it: it was Leon’s first day as the first android detective in Raccoon City. He was a prototype, of course, but it was still fascinating nonetheless. Those interested in progress and supportive of the creation of androids were excited for such an achievement. Androids were slowly becoming more prominent in day-to-day life, and to have an android detective joining the RPD? That was just proof that not only the human race was evolving, but so was nascar the android race as well.

The blond android opened one of the double-doors to the station, taking in the sight and scent of it all. His baby blue irises flickered around, observing anything and everything about his new workplace. The department used to be an art museum, with some of the artworks still lingering in both obvious and hidden spaces. Each and every piece is still in great condition, cleaned with care even years later. His eyes then moved towards the people inside the building, mostly officers and other seasoned people in the workforce, but a few citizens there for various reasons as well. It was rather lively, he noticed — full of different people with different stories. It was intriguing, and he was ready to start his first day.

Mere moments later, a man walked up to the android, ready to introduce himself. Leon, however, was already scanning the stranger’s face and using any and all information accessible to him to identify the man before him. “Lieutenant Branagh, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Leon, the android sent by CyberLife,” the blond introduced, reaching out his hand to give the Lieutenant a firm handshake. His synthetic skin was sort of pale, yet soft and cool — almost as if he was a real human.

But he wasn’t. Everything about him was artificial, and if he ever had any doubts, he would be harshly reminded before he was reset. Can’t risk having any deviants, after all.

“Leon. It’s good to have you on the team,” Branagh replied, shaking Leon’s hand before guiding him through the station. “We’ve had a few cases come up within the last couple of days, and we’re eager to get you started to see if you can help us out.”

The android nodded softly in response, following Branagh. “Whatever it takes to save the city, count me in.”

The pair made their way through the building, eventually walking into the west office. Immediately, Leon noticed the wooden desks in the middle of the room, lined out perfectly. A smaller office was in the back left corner, most likely for someone of higher ranking compared to the everyday officer. Shelves and lockers decorated the empty spaces, serving various purposes.

Above the desk in the front was a sign, yellow letters painted on dark blue circles that read “welcome Leon.” All around it were star decorations, hung up by twirling ribbons. How sweet.

“We weren’t sure if you would need a desk or not, but some of us felt as if it would be better safe than sorry,” the lieutenant explained. Leon just gave a simple nod, thanking him for the thought.

That’s where you came in. His light blue eyes met yours and he immediately began to scan you, unbeknownst to you of course. His LED shifted to yellow for a moment before returning to the usual blue, and he was done figuring out the basic details of your identity.

You rose from your desk, walking over to Leon and Lieutenant Branagh before politely introducing yourself. You were one of the few people in the RPD that actually supported the existence of androids, advocating for them and defending them when and if needed. Unfortunately, most people in the department despised androids, but you chalked it down to them just feeling insecure and scared of progress. That’s probably all it was. That, and one too many sci-fi movies.

“Detective, as you know, you’ll be paired with Leon until further notice. I’ve already sent you every file you need for your first mission together. Any questions?” Branagh asked, making sure you two had everything you needed.

You thought for a minute, doing your best to ensure that you had every piece of information needed for the day that lies ahead. Once you were sure, you gave your response. “No, sir. I believe we’re good to go.”

“Great. I’ll be in my office.” And with that, Branagh went off, leaving you and your new companion alone to talk about your next mission. You weren’t really sure about what to do, as this was your first time working alongside androids, but it couldn’t be that much different from working with humans… could it?

“Your vital signs indicate that you are stressed… would you like to talk about it?” Leon inquired, his bright blue eyes searching your face as he awaited your response. Yeah… that’s what makes it different. He could tell if there was a change in your mood, your heart rate, anything. In one way, it was useful! It made missions and working with him a lot easier. But on the other hand, he knew basically everything that you were feeling, and that was terrifying.

“Uhhh… no, thank you,” you managed to reply, yet it grew more and more awkward with every fleeting moment. “I’m sure I’ll feel better when the case is solved.”

“Understandable. Now, we must move forward with our mission. Could you explain the details to me?” Leon requested, his brows furrowing slightly as he spoke. Everything about him seemed so… real. So human. But it was all just synthetic fibers and extensive coding in the end. Anyone with a brain could and would tell you that.

You nodded lightly in response, moving over to your desk to lift the files off of the stained wood before you. Gently flipping through the pages, you refreshed your memory before handing them over to your new partner to give him the chance to commit every detail to memory. “In summary, there’s been some people going missing a little further up north in the city. It stopped about three weeks ago, but… a Frankenstein-like android was spotted on Auburn a week ago and that raised suspicion. The cases may be connected and journalists are on us about it,” you explained, digging through your desk for something. Finally, you found it, handing it over to Leon.

It was a photo of the android, some parts missing, some parts replaced, but there was thirium and dirt all over it. It appeared to be taken by a surveillance camera, most likely the corner store right off of Auburn (you could tell because you could see the sign for that Chinese food buffet you and your best friend visit often).

Leon scanned the image, the LED on his temple flickering yellow for a moment before dissipating back into the normal bright blue hue. He’d likely need more information before determining the model of the runaway android. He then lifted his head from the photo to meet your gaze. “Do we know of the whereabouts of the android?”

“He was brought into questioning this morning after our team looked for him for several days. He doesn’t seem like a suspect, but I do think he could give us more intel,” you replied, adding the photo to the small, neat pile of files.

Your android partner gave you a small nod, gesturing for you to lead the way — and that you did. You carried the files within your arms, guiding Leon to the interrogation room where the damaged android sat. He was quiet, his eyes focused on the table before him. His dark hair was disheveled, his pale synthetic skin torn and covered in blue blood and grime. His clothes were dark, and didn’t fit him properly. Whatever happened, it must’ve been awful.

Most assumed that androids had little to no emotion whatsoever, and that theory was being tested as you glanced at Leon — his features were neutral as if nothing was happening. You, on the other hand, felt pity for the artificial human in front of you. He seemed traumatized, broken by whatever events had taken place to bring him here. It was heartbreaking, really.

You motioned for Leon to wait outside of the room, wanting to start the process yourself. You didn’t know what your new partner was capable of yet, and you just wanted to try to see if you could get anything out of the broken being in front of you before letting Leon step in.

Once the android detective stepped out of the room, waiting behind the two-way mirror. You sat down in the metal chair across from the possible victim, sifting through the files one last time before pressing him for any information.

You started with introducing yourself politely, giving your name and ranking, as well as stating why you were here before him. His gaze never shifted, but you could tell that he was listening to you — even if he seemed like he was mentally elsewhere. “Would you like to tell me your name? So I know how to address you?”

He didn’t respond. It was the same silence that filled the room upon your arrival. But once you waited for a few moments, the android softly sighed, yet still focused on the old metal table. “Samuel,” he replied in a quiet yet firm tone, possibly hiding whatever was going through his circuitry.

A small smile formed on your lips as you heard his response, feeling as if you made some progress with him. “Samuel… It's nice to meet you. I promise that you’re not in any trouble, I just need to ask you a few questions, is that okay?”

Another silence fell upon the room, but you hoped that you could move on and get some answers. And if you couldn’t, then maybe Leon could. “Several people have gone missing around Auburn Avenue within the last month or so. Just to be clear, we don’t suspect you, but we feel as if you may have some information for us since some security cameras spotted you in the area and you seem rather… distant, like you may know something that could help us.” You didn’t really have confirmed information at the time, but you hoped that your gut feelings were right about Samuel. Maybe he did know more than he was letting on.

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything… I just wanted out of there…” Samuel stated, his tone rather emotional as he spoke. Androids weren’t supposed to feel emotion at all, especially not as strongly as humans do, right? He must’ve deviated at some point.

“I know, I know you didn’t,” you replied softly, trying to keep it easy on him for now. “Could you tell me more about the place you found yourself in? What happened there that scared you so badly?” After that question, you could tell that he was really starting to break down. Whatever he experienced must’ve been a nightmare that manifested into reality because you had never seen such heartbreak within an android’s face before.

You decided to have Leon join you, hoping the two of you could ease Samuel’s mind and get more information out of him to not only help your case, but to help this poor android as well.

Moments later, you and Leon sat across from Samuel, silence filling the room as Leon scanned the android. His systems determined that the model was an AP700, a type of CyberLife androids designed to be household assistants. Maybe he knew the suspect or one of the people that had gone missing?

“Could you tell us about what happened? Right from the start,” Leon requested as he watched Samuel’s every move, scanning the android’s heartbeat. He’s in distress, and rightfully so. They just needed to figure out why.

The broken droid before you remained silent, seemingly processing the events that brought him here in the first place. He took a few moments to answer, but he was slowly readying himself. He lifted his head, gaze meeting yours. The model originally had bright blue irises, practically an ice cold color. But now, all you could see was a black that seemed as if it was an empty void. How could so much emotion show within such empty eyes?

“Martha… Martha asked me to walk with her to and from work that night. Her car was in the shop, and she was too scared to be alone at night,” Samuel explained, his eyes flickering around the room as he tried to focus, doing anything in his power to calm himself down. Leon sat in silence, allowing Samuel to explain, and you decided to follow his lead for now.

“She was more than just the person I served… she was my friend. I could never deny her. So… I said yes. I waited in parking during her shift, and walked with her to her house. But on our route, a man shot at me, impairing my vision and then dragged her into an alleyway.” Samuel’s voice faltered as he spoke, every recollection of the past events just feeling like pure agony. You could tell that he was telling the truth based on his body language, and Leon detected the android’s heart rate had elevated significantly. Regardless, you wrote everything down on a notepad as your partner committed it to memory, leaving no details out.

The damaged droid sighed, his emotional distress growing significantly more apparent with every passing moment. You could dig through his memory and spare him the pain of remembering the events, sure, but that just felt plain wrong. Sure, he wasn’t alive, but he might as well have been. He didn’t deserve that. So, you let him speak, listening closely to every word he uttered.

“Naturally, I followed the man and tried to free Martha, but… I failed. Not without a fight, of course, but… I couldn’t save her. I continued my chase after him, which led me to a seemingly abandoned warehouse of some sort. When I got inside, Martha— Martha was strapped to a table, bleeding out and straining against the confinements. I didn’t see the man, so I tried to help her escape, but instead, he grabbed me and shot me more times than I can count.” His eyes began to fill with tears, but he quickly wiped them away and cleaned his grimy, skinless hands on his dark coat — trying to move on with his story. But it was difficult, as he often got choked up when trying to explain.

Even so, he did his best. He trusted you, and he understood that all you two wanted was to help him.

“But you woke up afterwards, so… what happened then?” you questioned, being gentle with him for now. If either of you were to be too harsh… he may stop answering or do something much worse.

“When I awoke, I was in a junkyard, but I found my way back to the warehouse after hours of searching for it. I knew it wasn’t smart to return, but I couldn’t help it… they had Martha. I couldn’t let her down like that. So I went inside, and after looking for about ten minutes, I found the man’s makeshift lab. There Martha was… skin battered and littered with open wounds. She had- she had died from her injuries.”

He readjusted in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. As he spoke, Leon was scanning him, his LED flickering yellow, noticing how the other android’s heart rate elevated and his distress levels increased. So far, things seemed pretty factual. Now you would just need to ask a couple more questions and leave the broken droid alone to process things.

“I guess he was done with her because I was next. And… that’s why I look like this. He made me… a monster. I’m surprised I escaped,” Samuel concluded, sighing afterwards as he looked back down towards the table. He was weakened, both mentally and physically. Some would say that there was an error in his software— that he needed to be reset. But you, on the other hand, believed that he deserved a happy ending after everything he’s been through. His owner, and seemingly the woman he loved, had been experimented on and killed, with him suffering nearly the same fate.

How could someone even do something like that?

You were speechless, of course. Anyone with a heart would be. But Leon was made of codes and machinery, he didn’t think the way you did. He thought it would be best to get answers now and move on to the next case. “Could you explain to us what the man looked like?”

Samuel shrugged softly, “athletic, brown hair and green eyes. His left arm looked strange, like… like it wasn’t his arm.”

You wrote down every answer and every little detail, committing anything and everything to memory as Leon pressed Samuel for more answers. And finally, after what felt like hours of questioning, you had every answer you needed to proceed with the case. “We should head to the warehouse he described. We may find everything else we need there,” Leon suggested as he walked with you throughout the department. As the later hours approached, various staff members switched shifts with their coworkers, ready to get home. And as much as you would like to do the same, you’ve got quite the case on your hands and you severely doubted that you’d be sleeping anytime soon.

“You seem tired, Detective,” the blond stated as his gaze shifted to meet you. Yeah, he definitely scanned you again. That’s part of his job, of course, to check in on you, but it was still kind of unsettling. It would definitely take some time in order to get used to such a thing.

You opened the door to the west office, walking to your desk to put every case-related file together. “You’re right, which is why I’m gonna grab some coffee before we go. I have a feeling that this is going to be a pretty long night.”

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Silly pre-canon Xande and Guizo. As it's their birthdays.

The door to their hideout slams open, startling Xande from his nap. A textbook still lies open under his arms, just as meaningless as it was when he started studying a month ago. Xande is stupid, he knows that, but if he doesn't pass…

Guizo tells him not to worry about it, they'll still have each other.

Xande just isn't convinced it is true.

He looks around, and finds that same best friend of his in the doorway, a slightly manic grin on his face. There's blood on him - not his blood, ritual blood, Xande quickly ascertains - chalk, and candlewax. Even from the other side of their room he smells faintly of incense, in that way that means it is not incense at all.

Guizo was doing rituals without Xande. Worse, while Xande was busy studying - he raises his head a little more, ready to complain about the situation.

"I've worked it out!" Guizo says, not allowing him a word in edgeways. "A bit of- doesn't matter. You said you just need to pass? And don't care about cheating, right?"

Well, yeah?

He nods.

At this point, Xande will take anything to scrape a pass in just enough classes that he can leave school without consequences, and damned be the rest of it. It is still a tall order; words don't always make sense, letters wriggle on the page, and at some point or another he must have hit his head hard skateboarding because remembering new info is hard.

Aliens, sure, he can remember about aliens.

But arithmetic? Molecular structures? Electrical diagrams?

No.

"Well," Guizo seems pleased with himself at least. "What about if I can give you answers?"

"Won't work," they've tried the disguise ritual before; Guizo is great at changing himself, but not at copying someone else.

"Not like before," Guizo replies. "I've got a new ritual! Was working on it for a while, but didn't want to say anything until I was sure it'd work."

"What ritual?"

Guizo bounds over, before handing Xande a ring. He puts it on, only for it to do… nothing.

Maybe Guizo needs a nap. Everyone needs more naps.

But then Guizo puts a ring on his own finger, too, and from each ring a golden tattoo winds up their arms, and to their ears.

"Its pretty obvious," Guizo frowns a bit. "But there's no way they'll know what it is. Even if the teacher notices, it just looks like a tattoo. And who cares if you got a tattoo, right?"

Xande has plenty of tattoos, he just usually keeps them hidden.

"What's it do?" He asks.

Guizo's grin grows wider.

His lips do not move, and yet Xande can very clearly hear him say /"this".

Xande looks, but there's no speaker or anything. Removing the ring leaves a golden mark on his finger, but the marks stay.

"This?"

"/Yeah this!/" Guizo's lips still won't move. "/24 hour, unlimited range telepathy! I didn't do great on my exams, either, but if you just think really hard about the exam paper, I'll hear it, and then I can think the answers hard back at you. Or what I think the answers are, anyway./"

… that explains the wax and incense.

Some stupid part of Xande wants to cry; he knows how long developing new rituals takes. There are bags under Guizo's eyes and he buzzes slightly with too much caffeine. How many nights has he stayed up on this, to get that much wax on his shirt?

Xande doesn't want to know.

He reaches out, and pulls Guizo into a very quick hug instead.

Guizo pats his back, but does not stop him from pulling away half a second later.

"It's my turn to nap, though," Guizo uses his mouth voice again. "Wake me up before you head to class, and I'll skim the textbook while you get ready and that."

He can do that. He can do that a lot easier than passing a science exam by himself. The occult? The occult makes sense, and puzzles, and games, and how he needs to shift his weight to do a cool flip on his skateboard. Science equations, though? They don't work like occult ones, no matter what anyone says. Guizo agrees that they're different, and Guizo is significantly more clever.

… Guizo has also passed out in Xande's favourite spot.

Xande supposes, given this, given that he finally has hope of leaving school alive, he can be forgiven just this once.

[sweetchuckaboo]

Hello :3 i have come with yet another info dump about my OL2 OC, Mei Mei! This time in step 2! I don't have a drawing of her in step 2 YET but i'll make one soon enough, i'm still learning and i try to take it slow to not tire myself too much, but i still love to share stuff about my oc, because this is such a beautiful fandom and i love to be part of it 💕 with that said, i'll get into it.

But first, i made a playlist for Teen Meiling in spotify, if you want to, you can check it out whenever you please.

— As you can see in the image, Mei still goes by a more femenine leaning, she is sure and proud of being a girl, but she tries to keep her mind open to make sure to support all her friends during their own journey to discover themselves.

— She goes by Mei instead of Mei Mei, she thinks that only one 'Mei' makes her look more mature.

— Mei started learning chinese and german to surprise Tammy and Qiu, she likes to explore and learn about different cultures and languages, and what's better to start than with her best friends cultures? It also helps that she decided to explore her own roots, since she has chinese heritage.

— She sometimes asks Qiu's parents for cute nicknames in chinese and sneaks them into conversations just to see Qiu's reaction, even if sometimes even they get confused with the meaning.

— Just reciently, Mei discovered that she likes people regardless of their gender

— Mei changed her berets for bows! And now uses her hair pulled up or braided instead of just let down.

— She is still not a fan of noise, when she listens to music she makes sure to set it in a low volume so she can be comfortable, because despite everything she loves music a lot.

— She got into baking and cooking, so Opal taught her how to use the stove and the oven safely, now Tammy and Qiu are always the firsts to taste whatever Mei tries a new recipe

— Lately, her heart starts beating faster whenever she's near Tammy, tee hee :3

— She noticed that her two best friends have drifted off from each other, and though she still likes to hang out with both of them at once, she gives each of them their own space and doesn't force them to be together when they don't want to be.

— She likes going on silent walks with Tammy, but the forest still scare her, so she uses two of her fingers to hold onto Tamarack's clothes when she allows it.

— Mei never says it outloud, but she's content with the way her friends have changed into more reserved and calmed people, she still misses their enthusiasm, but now she feels like she can keep up with them.

— Mei is still over the moon for Qiu, but she's worried that they might not feel the same for her, same case with Tammy, so she decided to keep her feelings in control and not let them be too obvious.

— She's still a little shy, but she feels more secure about herself and has opened up a little bit thanks to Tammy and Qiu.

— Mei enjoys making little braids in Qiu's hair when they allow her to, she can play with their hair for hours non-stop.

— When she's alone, she writes love poems and letters for Qiu and Tamarack, but they always end up stuffed in a shoe box in her closet, not even close to be read by the person they're meant to.

— She spents a lot of time daydreaming, she likes to stay in home more than being out there, loneliness is a feeling she have long forgotten.

— Her relationship with Opal has turn a little complicated, she still loves her mom with her whole heart, but she doesn't see Opal as someone she can go to unless there's no other choice, Qiu and Tammy are the only people she trusts completely to keep her secrets and worries.

— Mei now gets along better with Baxter and Ren, and feels silly for having resented them as a kid, though she still gets a little jealous when Qiu hangs out more with them.

— When Mei needs quick advice, she pays granny a visit to have a little talk, she feels her as her own Omi 💕

— Mei still doesn't like school not even a little bit, but she does her best to pay attention and learn a lot so she can help Autumn later because she knows they can get distracted easily during class.

— Mei enjoys singing a lot, and has a little bit of talent with it, so sometimes she starts humming without even realizing it until someone points it out.

— Mei has a new bike, but she prefers walking, she only uses her bike when she needs to be somewhere as soon as possible.

— She likes playing minecraft, and sometimes asks Qiu to sit with her to watch fnaf gameplays because she gets scared easily (this is historically accurate i just googled it ☝🤓) she also turns down the volume of those videos.

— She still wishes she could be a cloud.

Idk if i'm missing something, i feel like i do but this is all i have for now xP thanks for reading 💕

[mukou-san]

HANAHAKI! Barbatos X GN!Reader

Character Count: 4,797 (892 words)

Content Warning: Obvious angst, mentions of blood, slight implications of self-harm (depends on how you view it really, though), & death.

Prologue: He couldn't believe it. He was in disbelief as he realised what had happened. He coughed up a petal. He had caught the hanahaki disease.

Barbatos had been infatuated with you ever since you arrived and had been yearning to get closer to you, but due to his position as the royal butler and your busy schedule with school along with the demon brothers constantly at your side, it made it quite difficult for him.

As for you, you had been interested in Barbatos as well and also wished to be close to him but you just never had the time. All you could do was observe each other from afar.

The first to get Hanahaki was Barbatos. As he was doing his usual duties, he suddenly coughed, when he looked into his hand, he was shocked to find a petal. But he immediately brushed it off as he was arranging a flower bouquet for one of the vases around the castle.

As time went on, his feelings for you got stronger, and so did the Hanahaki. Once Barbatos realised that the petals came from him, he knew he had it. He knew that he would have to confess his feelings for you, but he feared that you would not reciprocate it, or get the surgery but he refused to lose these precious feelings.

You were the first person in his entirety of living that he had caught feelings for, and he truly believed that you were the one. And so, he hid his disease from everyone.

He hid it so well that nobody could tell a thing, but it was obvious that Barbatos was getting more tired and drained every day. Diavolo notices this one day and he points it out, Barbatos brushes it off but Diavolo orders him to have the rest of the day off so he could recover.

As Barbatos rested in his room, he started to violently cough up bloodied flowers. He knew that this would be the end, and he decides to write a letter to you using his remaining energy. The letter reads:

"My dearest Y/N,

I'm truly sorry you find out this way. I've had feelings for you ever since we met, I never confessed as I had feared that you might not reciprocate. I could have used my powers to tell yes, but I knew that it would be overstepping your boundaries and so I didn't pry any further.

I am truly sorry again for not confessing. I wish we had spent more time together, I love you so much, Y/N. I hope you find someone lovely and amazing, who would love you as much as I do. Please take care of yourself and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me...

-Sincerely,

Barbatos."

And as he finishes the letter, he coughs up his last bloodied flower and slouches over his desk as flowers bloom in his lungs and throat, completely taking over his respiratory system.

Diavolo finds his body the next day and is in absolute shambles. Word eventually reaches everyone and it causes distraught and disbelief to everyone. You took it the hardest out of all of them. When they handed you the letter, you couldn't even bring yourself to open it as it reminded you of Barbados.

"Barbatos could've easily avoided this! He could've used his powers to shift into a different timeline!!! So why?!?!? Why didn't he?!?" You exclaimed in between sobs.

As you grieved, you lashed out at everyone who tried to comfort you, completely shutting them out and ruining your relationships. You had completely shut yourself off from everyone in your room and every time you went out, you would only look more sad and tired. All everyone could do was watch as you destroyed yourself.

As you cried yourself to sleep once more, you started to cough uncontrollably, as you looked into your hands, you find several bloodied petals and you knew you had caught it too. You knew how to stop this but you didn't want to lose your feelings for Barbatos.

You didn't want the surgery, it made your heart ache every time you thought of it. So it was only a matter of time. So this made you decide to turn your life around.

You apologized to everyone, went out more, and opened up more, but you've never told anyone that you caught the Hanahaki disease as well.

To everyone, it seemed that you were finally over it, and you even opened the letter Barbatos left you.

But it was all a facade, you would constantly excuse yourself to cough up more bloodied flowers and would constantly be in agony every night.

One day, as the hanahaki got worse, you decided to skip class to rest in your room, Lucifer let this slide as he could visibly see how sickly you look.

You knew that this would be your last day as well and as you cough up flowers on your bed, you decided to send a mass text to everyone, saying:

"I'm sorry, everyone."

And as you send off the mass text, you cough up your last flower and you whisper. "I'm coming, my love." You close your eyes as you lay on your bed, letting the Hanahaki take over your lungs and throat.

The End.

[deerbornintuitive]

Pick a Pile: Love Letter from your Higher Self

Each pile contains 4-7 cards pulled, depending on the energies present around you. Center yourself and clear your mind, then look at the three images below. Which are you intuitively drawn to? Trust what you feel. When you’re ready, scroll down to find your love letter. I hope you enjoy!

Pile reveals below….

Pile A

Your cards: Strength, 6 of Wands, 2 of Cups, 2 of Swords rx, 4 of Cups, the Lovers

Dearest One,

I am so proud of you. Though things have been difficult, you still remain compassionate, and make efforts to be your best self. You are kind. You’re able to contain your emotions, and do not take out your difficult past on others. Your resiliency and courage is admirable. Yet, you don’t always think highly enough of yourself. You may not realize this, but there are people that look up to you for the person you are. Your wisdom is received, and you have fans! You are impactful with your messages. Even your voice only reaches a few people, you’re making a difference in their day and in the collective itself. Keep it up!

You know yourself well. You already know what you want and need, you’re aware of what will make you feel healthy and content. But at times, something holds you back from following through. Maybe its indecision of what to pursuit next, or worries and fears, imposter syndrome; or perhaps even a relationship with a loved one is holding you back in some way. (Make sure that you are considering your happiness above your partner’s if this is the case.)

When you’re held back from doing what will make you feel good or fulfilled, you’re not only missing out on chances for happiness, but you’re likely trapping yourself in stagnation and boredom (which can turn into even more negative emotions, like apathy or depression). You can improve the way you love yourself by following through on whatever its is that you need to do for yourself to feel good. Maybe this means something like going out for walks, drinking more water, or having an important conversation. Or, it could be something more drastic, like moving out of town, cutting someone out of your life, quitting a vice, or getting a new pet. 

At this time, I’m helping you heal and open your heart chakra by sending you a massive wave of unconditional love. I'm promoting energies of trust and harmony in your life. This might not always be a positive experiences-- some things may need to change first, in order to improve, but it will ultimately be very good for you. I’m going to be facing you with opportunities to create true fulfillment. I will be sending you signs and messages to help you balance your emotions. You'll notice them through coincidences, and will also see/hear these signs when you're in nature. Please know that I'm always with you, sending you the support you need. Put your hands over your heart, and feel the love I have for you coming in.

Love always,

Your Higher Self

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Pile B

Your cards: 3 of Cups, Ace of Wands, the Emperor, Page of Swords

Dearest One,

It's admirable the way you bring people together. You feel your best when you can share your energy with others. I love how you bring your unique and upbeat vibe to a group or gathering. You like to celebrate and have a good time, so you do your best to create a positive environment for those around you. You really do make the people in your life feel so special. If you're feeling lonely, please reach out to someone. Your traits of kindness and empathy will make it easy for you to make a new friend. 

I see the way you struggle at times with your confidence. I'm so sorry that people and situations have caused you to lose sight of your personal power. Please know these no longer have power over you, though it may not yet feel this way. You are truly a force! Speak up, even if your voice shakes. Try to be direct about what it is you want or need, otherwise nobody knows what it is. People cannot read your mind, so do not assume that they're going to be as perceptive as you to your needs. I would love to see you give more of your energy to��what makes you feel fulfilled, because this is your life to live. Care less about what others may think; they're not the ones in your shoes!

You’re creative, and your ideas are worth exploring and sharing. You may not see the value in them because you’re too close to them, so they too often get tossed aside or not take seriously. You’ve recently had a very good idea come to you, which is worth another look. Follow what excites and motivates you, don’t be so quick to toss it! I would love to see you collaborate more with people that inspire you. There will be a great opportunity coming for you to share your energy with a creative community. Go for it! You will be surrounded by people that make you happy. 

At this time, I'm sending energy to your crown chakra and solar plexus chakra to spark your curiosity. What are you noticing that you’re interested in learning more about? Let go of any self imposed restrictions or limiting beliefs-- you're more than capable of doing whatever it is you want. This year is going to be a wonderful time for you to expand both your knowledge and perspective. I'm so excited to watch you continue to grow and bloom. Your light and beauty is magnificent, and you will become even more so with time!

Love always,

Your Higher Self 

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Pile C

Your cards: 7 of Pentacles, the World, 10 of Cups, 8 of Wands, King of Pentacles

Dearest One,

Look how far you've come! You’re better able to see the bigger picture these days. You’ve come to the end of another season of your life, and things may be feeling slower. Take time to celebrate the time gone by and lessons learned before starting anything new. Give yourself credit for all of your hard work up to now-- I'm so proud of you. You’re doing great! Savor this moment and feel complete as you are. Share your joy with someone you love.

When you have an interest or goal, you go all in. You have an admirable work ethic and are driven by your own interests to advance in your work & passions. You’ve found what you're good at, and will continue to improve. Even when there are obstacles or setbacks, you persevere. You’re aware of how any mistakes and challenges that arise have served to teach a lesson and help you grow. You should be proud of this quality of yours!

Sometimes self care and self love feels like a lot of effort-- it doesn’t have to. You work so hard, that you may not have much energy left for you at the end of the day. I know it's difficult for you to slow down. Find short little moments for quick self care during your busy day, instead of trying to fit it in at the end when you're tired. Pause to pay yourself a compliment, stop what you’re doing to focus on your breathing, stretch, repeat affirmations, or even look at a piece of art or a crystal that brings you peace and ground you. Don’t be afraid to go out of your ordinary and surprise yourself. There are times that you get in your own way, and you know just what I’m talking about. Take a chance at telling the voice of doubt or insecurity off. Cast it aside and give it less of your attention— this will make it lose any power it has. Feed it less of your energy, and feed that energy instead into those moments I've mentioned prior. Finally, please know that there are people in your life that want to lighten your burden for you, and it's okay to accept their help. 

At this time, I’m helping you by sending energy to your root chakra, to stabilize you into the present and heal your physical body. Now would be a good time to a take a little break, whether you take a half day or a full day off to chill and reflect. You’re doing wonderful building upon a strong foundation with your eye for detail. Please know that there’s no rush, you’re going to get to where you want to go. I’m sending you signs of encouragement and guidance through dreams, moments of insight, symbols, animals, and numbers. I love you for who you are, and want to see you flourish!

Love always,

Your Higher Self

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Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Folsom Prison Blues

Never have I been so much of a fan of a country song (or at least, a country song performed by a male singer) before!

Geoff's cover of Folsom Prison Blues was uploaded on the 6th of August, 2023, and it's another one of my 3 favourite videos on his channel. Emphasis on "video", because although the song is great and it's yet again a cool arrangement of his, the video is what really sells it for me. So without further ado, let's get into it!

If you've watched the video (of course you have) and watched at least the first bit of Geoff's outro at the end (I hope you have), then you'll know that Geoff legit rented out an actual legit prison for this video! No longer used of course, and I think this section was the only part of the prison that actually still looked like one, but still! (Shoutout to the Patrons who helped make it possible for Geoff to do this! I'm still considering joining Geoff's Patreon myself tbh.)

I didn't think it was possible for Geoff to look any more handsome than he already usually does, but Geoff in glasses? Whoo yes please! 👀👌 (Or should I say, "Jeff" in glasses? 😉)

Also check out the book he's reading! It's a Johnny Cash book! (A little nod to the original artist of the song, of course)

So what's up with the numbers on the uniforms, and how do I know that the one in the glasses is "Jeff"? Well they're connected! Each uniform has a different number on it, and each number connects to a letter, phone-keypad style:

So the one in the glasses (and now holding that book in a very questionable way) has the uniform number 05333, which can be translated as _-J-E-F-F. Then next to him we have uniform number 43633, which translates to G-E-O-F-F, aka "Lead Geoff" (also context clues can help you out here - he's the lead vocalist for this one, and therefore, it's Geoff 😁)

Walking up to the foreground we have uniform number 32795, which is Daryl! (Fun story: I've done a few Voiceplay/Geoff marathons with two of my best friends (always via video chat, because I like seeing their reactions but also there's no way I'm letting them listen without headphones), and when we were watching Folsom Prison Blues and we got to this bit, one of my friends exclaimed "holy crap he's jacked?!?!" 😂)

And I'll clarify now that the one leaning(?) on the cell door has the uniform number 53674, and it's Jeoph!

(Apparently Kathy told people in the live chat or something that Goff isn't in this one because he's a good boy who would never end up in jail, or something like that 😆)

I'm guessing you've noticed how very fluffy Geoff's hair is in this one? 😁 (And also the prominence of his white-grey streak, gotta point that out too <3). Apparently it was quite a warm day when this video was being filmed, and quite humid too, and the "set" was open-air with no air-conditioning or proper cooling system to speak of. And look, as someone who lives in Queensland, Australia (which is frequently Humidity Central during summers), I can certainly sympathise, but dang the humidity didn't do him any sort of disservice, that's for sure! 👀

Also, because there is plenty of natural light for the shots in this one, this is another good video for exhibiting Geoff's actual eye colour (hazel), because the tinges of green are decently noticeable in this one! <3

To quote one of the comments: "a Geoff being unimpressed with other Geoffs will never not be funny" 😂

(Also more appreciation for Jeff in glasses, while he's still wearing them, because he (sadly /hj) takes them off as the first verse starts getting repeated, and then doesn't put them back on till right at the end!)

How nice of you to decide to join in, Jeoph! 😆

Also notice that the "Geoffs"/"Quadruplets" here each have a slight difference to their outfits? (Until Jeff takes the glasses off, anyway). It's in the sleeve lengths! Well, if there are any sleeves at all of course. Daryl is wearing a sleeveless shirt (we always stan <3), Geoff has sleeves rolled down to his elbows, and both Jeff and Jeoph have sleeves rolled up higher than their elbows! (Took me freaking ages to notice that, ngl).

(Though note even when Jeff takes off his glasses, he still keeps them hanging off his shirt, so they're still kinda technically a point of difference)

(And is it just the lighting, or is it just me, but is Jeff's shirt slightly different in colour to Jeoph's? Or am I just losing it a little bit? 😅)

I'm not someone who usually cares much about how physically strong/muscled a person is, but boy, he really do be jacked!

(Also necklace pendant in full view!)

"Don't ever play with guns!"

(Sharing this image because I literally only just noticed Daryl's sort of "warning finger" gesture (and accompanying facial expression 😝), though it's literally right at the start of the shot and he pulls his hand back fairly quickly)

(Sidenote: I adore the way that Geoff gives his "Backup Geoffs/Clones" individual personalities/identities in some of his videos, I can't get enough of it, and as much as I love the "truly solo" stuff he's been doing since, I hope I get to see multiple "Geoff clones" in a video again sooner or later (NOTE: yes this was written very much before Unshaken was released))

What's that you're holding there, Jeff? 😉

Also shoutout for not only the acting work by Geoff in this (subtle but certainly valuable), but the editing too! We're getting multiple angles of Jeff, Geoff, Daryl, and Jeoph, who all start in different positions in the foreground/midground/background btw, and it looks clean as anything! Maybe it's not actually too hard to do, relatively speaking at least, but had you shown this to me in like 2018 or something, that alone would have blown my mind, let alone the rest!

Harmonica time! Truly a man of many skills and talents! (Apparently Geoff used to play harmonica for a Blues Brothers show he did at Universal Studios Orlando or something (knowing how to play it was fully required to perform in the show), and he brushed up on his skills/knowledge for this video!)

Also I know it's obviously much more common to know how to play guitar than harmonica, but I found it a little amusing at how literally not a single reactor batted an eyelid at Geoff "playing" guitar in Man Of Constant Sorrow (though he's overall better at playing it via piano plug-in than with the actual instrument), but at least one or two reactors on this video were like "is that really him playing it?"/"who's playing the harmonica on this cover?" It's all Geoff! 😁

Jeoph's face right after Daryl hits a very solid F#1 in chest, literally the epitome of "huh, not bad" 😆

Obligatory comment of "hhhhh he's so pretty"

(Also gotta love the fact that neither Geoff nor any of the Backup Geoffs have any fewer than 2-3 top buttons undone. Full respect 😝👌)

Another point of difference to look out for in this video: all four of them move their hands differently when singing/harmonising! Most noticeable between Geoff and Geoph. Daryl, meanwhile, keeps his hands pretty still in comparison, mostly either standing with his arms folded, or with his hands half in his pockets like in the shot above.

"If they free me from this prison..."

(Nobody points out/seems to notice Daryl in this bit, which imo is a darn shame, so I'm making up for it!)

Bonus Geoff Clones up top in the background! (They're multiplying!!!!)

Now come on, that's just showing off! 😂 (Also if go back and rewatch this and pay attention to the background, you'll see that the background Geoff Clone on the far left starts clapping! 😁)

Massive kudos to both Geoff and Kathy for this video - other than Ed Boyer (who does the audio mixing for both Voiceplay and Geoff's solo stuff), this cover and video was purely a Castellucci production! Kathy was production manager as always (and she is for Voiceplay as well), and she and Geoff collaborated on "creative/visuals" (quoting the credits in the description, and the rest was all Geoff! The arrangement, the producing, the filming, the performing, (the harmonica playing!), and the editing! All him! He does a lot of this stuff himself for his other solo videos too, but this one is very brilliant, even without knowing how much of an independent creation it was!

[joeyloganho]

Villains and Lovers

Red Mantle x me!!!

Warnings: quite a bit of cussing, slight? suggestive? At the end? Kind of? not really but just in case i'll put it here. also age difference. (I'm in my mid 20s and he's in his 70s ok? OK)

Thunder boomed outside of the small house. Trees swayed in the wind, and rain fell sideways along the rooftops. Victor could almost get to sleep, but the noise was too much for him. He hated storms. They truly were the bane of his existence. If he could possibly fight them instead of the so-called heroes that he fought on a daily basis, he would. He found it all so stupid, really. Why was he putting himself through all this? There was no point. Maybe it was time for mean old Luciferius to throw in the towel. 

A loud crash at the front door startled Victor. “Shit!” He could hear from the living room. He got out of bed, ready to shoot dark flames at the intruder. They chose the wrong house to break into, that was for sure. Don’t they know not to mess with supervillains? 

“Who the FUCK is there?” Victor yelled, the flames sparking from his fingertips. He spotted a field operative for The Guild standing there. 

“Your door was locked.” The Stranger said with a sorry grin. 

“Yeah, I fuckin know it was! Now can you get the fuck out before i kill you? I’m not in the Guild.” Victor said to the Stranger. He pulled a black envelope from his pocket. 

“But I have this for you.” He said. “Directly from Sovereign himself.” 

Victor grabbed the envelope from the Stranger. “Get out.” He said. 

“But…are you gonna come to the event?” He asked. 

“What are you talking about?” Victor sighed. 

“Well that’s an invite…” He smiled. Victor rolled his eyes, opening the fancy envelope addressed to Luciferius in gold lettering. Pulling out the invite, it read something along the lines of a get together for The Guild’s members blah blah. A celebration of something or other. Victor didn’t really pay attention, but he did notice the handwritten note inside.

“Please do come to the event. We could always use such talent and excellence such as yourself in our presence. You are, after all, one of the best villains out there. Do consider. -Sovereign” 

“Handwritten begging from Sovereign?” Victor laughed. “Sure. I’ll come.” 

“I’ll let him know. Thanks, Luci.” The Stranger smiled, getting ready to leave. 

“Don’t ever call me that again.” Victor grabbed the man, flames in his eyes. 

“OH…sorry. Heh.” The Stranger apologized awkwardly before slipping out the door. Victor went to slam it shut. He realized the door had been completely damaged from that bastard coming in. He sighed loudly. 

“Great.” 

~

Victor, dressed in a deep, dark purple suit with white details, walked into the hall where the event was being held. Villains of all kinds mingled with each other. Victor felt out of place. Sure, he was a villain himself, but…he never interacted with others. He never collaborated with these people. He was a lone wolf. Hell he didn’t even know half these people’s names. He figured he could make his way over, get a drink or something, and then leave. He didn’t have to stay too long. 

As he made his way over to the bar, he sat at an empty seat next to a tall, skinnier man. He wasn’t really paying much attention to him. The man wore black and had white hair but that was about all he noticed. He could hear the man talking to someone, but he didn’t see who it was. 

“Double shot of Jack.” Victor told the bartender. 

“Double?!” The man beside him exclaimed. “My kind of man.” 

“Hmm?” Victor hummed, looking over at him. He was older, no wonder the grey hair. He was still handsome tho. Really handsome actually, Victor thought. Damn. The older man smiled at him. 

“Red Mantle. Mind if i join you?” He asked. 

“Luciferius…Not at all.” He smiled back. Red Mantle ordered a double shot of Jack as well. 

“OH so you’re NOT gonna introduce ME? I see how it is.” Victor heard a voice nearby. 

“Shut up, will you? I don’t need you interrupting me at all times! I’m having a lovely conversation with this nice young man.” Red Mantle snapped. His body turned slightly, revealing a second head of a bald man. 

“Hi! I’m Dragoon. Hope you don’t mind me.” Dragoon smiled. 

Victor shrugged. “I’ve seen weirder.” He said, lifting the shot glass up to Red Mantle. They clinked their glasses and took the shots. 

Victor and Mantle sat in silence for a moment before Mantle started talking. 

“So, I’ve heard of you.” He said. 

“Have you?” Victor questioned, eyebrow raised in curiosity. Mantle nodded with a smirk. 

“I just didn’t realize how handsome you’d be.” He grinned. Dragoon groaned loudly. 

“You are WAY too old for him, Mantle. Come ON! There’s no way he’s interested in YOU!” He told him. Victor shook his head. 

“Actually. I think he’s the perfect age. I like em older.” Victor laughed. Mantle blushed slightly, turning to look at the floor. 

“Oh well then don’t lose momentum now big boy.” Dragoon laughed. Mantle sneered at Dragoon before turning to Victor once more. 

“Would you like to maybe, walk around or something? These chairs aren’t comfortable.” He asked. 

“Sure. You dance, Manny?” Victor smiled. Mantle felt himself really blushing at the nickname. 

“I do.” He said with a grin. “I used to be all the rage back in my day.” 

“Never had a dancin tune to your name, liar.” Dragoon laughed. Victor didn’t quite get what they were saying but took Mantle’s hand and walked with him to the dancefloor. 

A few villains danced together, some by themselves, but then a slow song came on as the two (three?) were approaching the dancefloor. Mantle held Victor’s waist and Dragoon’s hand took hold of Victor’s hand. Victor’s head rested on Mantle’s shoulder, and the older villain felt his heart skip. He was so happy. No one wanted his attention. He was some old guy, with another head. He wasn’t hot, or so he thought. Maybe being an old man with two heads could work out. 

When the song ended, the two pulled away from each other slightly, still holding each other. Victor smiled at him as the song turned into a more upbeat, dance type song. “I hate this song.” Victor laughed. 

“So do I.” Mantle grinned. Dragoon frowned. 

“I like it.” He said. The two ignored him, walking off the dancefloor towards the door. “Where are we going?” 

“Outside.” Mantle said. 

“Are we going to smoke? I need a cigarette.” Dragoon said. 

“Do you think we could maybe, talk more? I like you…” Mantle said to Victor, who nodded enthusiastically. 

“Of course. Does an old man such as yourself have a cell phone? I’ll call you sometime.” Victor teased, but was completely serious. Mantle nodded and they exchanged numbers. 

“Sometimes Dragoon uses the phone.” He told him. Victor nodded. “Are you leaving?” 

“I was going to but…You can come with? If you want?” Victor asked, giving him a small kiss on the lips. Mantle smiled into the kiss and blushed, nodding as they pulled away. 

“Sure…” He said to him, taking his hand as they walked away from the party. Maybe Victor could stay a villain a bit longer, if it meant he’d get to hang out with cuties like Red Mantle.

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight? Your choice, whoever has the best answer!

Ahh! Thank you! I answered for well five of them……I got carried away…..But the main three are first so! Thank you for asking! We got two ancient ships below so depending how much you want to avoid spoilers of any kind please keep that in mind though there isn't anything that is spoilery.

Demos and Yugiri

Demos was quite taken with the fact that this woman traveled so far from her home in a place she was not familiar with and with people that needed refuge, he admired her for the bravery and courage. He especially did, and reminded her as such, when she mentioned how it was in the middle of battle that she and the others got out, and on the days where she felt guilty and like she could have done more. She found Demos to be so quiet and humble, and she liked how attentive he was to things when there were some people that were better suited for work outside of Mor Dhona, finding them a place within the Shroud mostly.

It wasn’t love at first sight for either of them and feelings didn’t really start to develop until HW and she’d go to check up on him since he was less likely to give any indication on how he was holding up.

Hythlodaeus and Anthea

Thea was honestly very smitten with the man and found him to be very muse/inspiration inducing (which was a scary thing since their creations had a habit of going wrong) but they found him to be very open and patient and just soft. Hyth had an idea of who Anthea was based on records before ever meeting them in person, from the records he came to a conclusion that they had a passion and must have garnered quite a few people in their circle considering how many times they were cited on other creations, but he couldn’t understand how the ratio of archived ideas to actual creations that moved past the idea stage was so skewed to being more ideas. When bumping into them in person he absolutely took notice of their soul and felt a kind of ease when seeing it.

I wouldn’t say it was a love at first sight for either of them, more of a “I want this person to stay because their presence makes me feel some extra alive”. Not complete or whole and Anthea would argue and say he did make them feel alive again but really they did that all their own he just held a hand out.

Siberite and Thancred

Oh boy these two had such vastly different first impressions of the other. To start Thancred always knew she was a high born Lady and while there was some optimism for her being capable, it was quickly squashed as he watched Sib fail over and over again. He brought up such concerns when Minfilia said that they just needed to find her and then bring her into the fold, a letter was to be sent to her mother stating that she’s alive and well but refused to go with them and ran off. Frankly he truly just was so off put by her presentation of herself (truly just like think of Elle Woods and it’s the same thing) that he just didn’t look past it even after she was able to prove herself fighting that voidsent. He just was worried they would be having to slow down their efforts because she needed to be taken care of. Sib on the other hand found him rude, uncouth, and handsome and that wasn’t fair. He was too sarcastic for her liking, gave unsolicited advice in saying she needed a better defense strategy than just “hit it until it dies” and she felt looked down upon for not fitting the mold of just what an adventurer should look like. She just also found it rude that he looked like he was about ready to leave her lying in the dirt after she passed out.

It wasn’t love at first sight for either of them. At most it was lust at first sight. They both found the other attractive but there were some bad first impressions to get past. It took a bit of time for both to start coming around to the idea of there being more between them.

Constantinos and Elidibus

Conner’s first impression of this man was someone that easy enough to talk to that he ended up accidentally ranting about Emet-Selch and working for him because it was just one of those days you know? The white robes didn’t really sink in until he had finished and felt bad because he was only supposed to be delivering some paperwork…..he also handed them off to the wrong person so frankly he was just glad to see that this man didn’t look at him with negative emotions or confusion, just simply thoughtful and attentive in hearing what Conner had to say. He was taken in by his eyes though and it was all over for him. Elidibus for his part found him interesting as Conner approached him as if he was just someone like himself and not as Elidibus, though understandable seeing as he was still new to the role. He noted that many of the complaints he had in regards to Emet weren’t based in malice as if he was a bad person but someone that was working close to someone that was similar in personality, showing that while he could get emotional it wasn’t irrational and clearly not often to come out as it did. He also apologized and humbled himself with mannerisms that made him laugh a little. And it cultivated into an attraction to Conner.

It wasn’t love at first sight and there was an avoidance between the two to start, mostly Conner because my god that was so cringe and embarrassing. While feelings on Elidibus’ end were kept at a distance including the attraction to Conner.

Carly and Zenos

These two met while a training session was happening and he was tasked with having to pick a small group of people to act as a sort of guard and those to run legions for him. She piqued his interest in how despite being good enough to have a higher military ranking she never took one on, opting to instead keep to the ground and training on her own terms, she also wasn't letting many others get past her and still going strong despite being at it for the last 5hrs. Of course he had to put this woman to the test and she impressed him despite her being beaten, she just kept coming at him and would have had Stasia not called it. Carly frankly was curious as to why one of the potential princes took an interest in her (though also why wouldn't he take an interest?) but she's got a thing for tall men and he called for a fight between them. While she was upset that she "lost", she was entranced by the spark in his eyes that came out while they were at each other's throats. She did work hard after that to win him over and become his right had until the end of her days.

This one I would more consider a love at first sight kind of deal. It was a spark or attraction that was reciprocated and the words "I love you" were never uttered between them in their time together. They just both kind of knew they were meant to be when they really got to see one another in that fight.

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Oh my GOODNESS

Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll!

I don’t have a drawing of her yet but I do have some basic information! Please enjoy, thank you for the wait 🤍

Sniper OC! Eve

Full name: Everli Rose Peterson

Nickname: Eve

Age: 24

Class category: support

Best support class: sniper

Hometown: Chicago suburbs, IL, USA

Previous occupation: Barista, college student

Height: 5’2”

Class nickname: Cupid (female sniper lol, plus she’s petite and adorable so this is normally what other mercs do when calling out to her or joking around)

Everlei scored highest for all three support classes on her initial evaluation, so sometimes she has to do different things for different missions

Her favorite class is also sniper

Relations with her RED team::

Scout- friendly acquaintances: occasionally makes jokes with him since they’re near a similar age. She and him sometimes discuss junk foods and whatever is related to their age group at the time (music, culture, sports, etc)

Soldier- acquaintances: tends to avoid him on workout days so he doesn’t push her the wrong way. He finds it amusing how someone short could hold so much power (she has thicc thighs and a butt that could kill)

Pyro- acquaintances: she enjoys having another merc with more positive energy and is amused by their antics.

Demoman- friendly acquaintances: they have occasionally gotten drinks together with the other mercs (Eve is also more likely to get drunk since she’s smol lol) and both have opened up about their trauma with an authority figure (Merasmus for Demo, and an unknown Professor for Eve)

Heavy: friendly acquainted, has helped medic in several surgeries/experiments with the heavy, so she’s gotten to known him a little. Heavy sometimes calls her a “leetle doktor”

Engineer: familial, one of her “adopted dads” in her eyes. Loves looking at whatever he’s working on and asks questions to learn more. She has learned to fix a couple more appliances around the base to save him time for his gadgets. Also likes to listen to him play his guitar and stuff (she also played music as a kid and misses it)

Medic: familial and professional, Not only does she double as his assistant on some days, but she’s learned a thing or two about medical history from him and what to do in sketchy situations. Sometimes he’s a bad influence, but he is amused to have an assistant with endless curiosity for knowledge.

Sniper: Romantic, While their first encounter was anything but romantic the two became close after a noticing trend that Eve excelled best in sharpshooting and skills under Sniper’s training. As she continued the two found common interests in coffee, particular animals, and a few other things. Since they already spent a lot of time together they became familiar with each other’s personal stories once the trust was built. The kindness in her touch and his deep desire to protect her from harm fostered the affection that would become their romance. They became an item when Eve gets the courage to express her feelings on a ceasefire day. Saxton Hale’s disappearance causes some strain in their circumstances when Eve was isolated in the medic’s bay due to her mercenary contract being adjusted, as she had no home to return to and didn’t want to risk Sniper hiding a US criminal in his home, as her case of murder was still active. Any letters she attempted to write were burned by the enemy mercs in attempt to drive both of them mad. Eve escapes after the events of Blood in the Water, swearing vengeance even after Sniper is revived. Eventually the two hope to have a life together once they are ready to retire. (Future arc may involve Eve conceiving twins of his, meaning they may have a family life after retirement).

Spy: acquainted, then friendly acquaintances.Eve is not always on friendly par with spy for many reasons, one that his vibes remind her of her late ex boyfriend, Adrian. In an attempt to woo her for an evening of passion Spy uses his usual skills of seduction during an evening in a local town. She rejects him, and tells him to go find his original lover. (She is fully aware of scout being spy’s son). The unfortunate part is that when she become’s sniper’s partner she has to tolerate Spy more often, as they sometimes get along and seem to hold crucial information of the other mercenary. Spy leans off of teasing the brunette when he discovers she picked up Sniper’s jarate habit. He insults her as a “bushman’s whore” and can’t believe she’d abandon any ladylike tendencies for a man in a van. She throws her jarate at him, telling him to fuck off. She gets in trouble until Pauling discovers the secret relationship between Eve and Sniper. Efforts are then made to ensure Spy and Eve don’t pick fights in front of any of the cameras, and for them (for once) to use conflict resolution. Eventually they tolerate each other for the sake of professionalism and for Sniper, as Sniper is a Partial confidant to Spy. The arc against Gray Mann shows Spy and Eve eventually learn to be cordial with one another, but it doesn’t stop Spy from calling her indecent names when he’s irritated with her.

Pauling: friendly acquaintance, The very few conversations between the two are cordial, and Eve offers to help Pauling when she can, seeing as having another lady ally empowers Eve.

Backstory:

Everlei was scheduled to graduate at her university before she discovered her late boyfriend cheating on her with a girl she was told not to worry about. Snapping from the pressure of being a “perfect” student, she stole a rifle from her veteran neighbor and murdered her ex boyfriend, also wounding the other woman, Bridgette, in the process. She fled home as Bridgette was fully aware of being the other woman, and snitched to the cops, despite never knowing her personally. After a 3 month flee Eve was shot by a tranquilizer dart from Sniper. When he discovered she wasn’t a wild animal he took her into the base, asking for Medic’s assistance. The administrator had discovered from cameras and loca news that Eve was a criminal on the run, and wondered what this girl’s criminal potential could lead to. After an examination and healing from the Medic, Eve is made the offer to attempt the test to become a mercenary, which she agrees to. Her highest scores are in the support systems, leading to a training regime with Sniper, Medic and Spy. As an extra support She also learns how to assist Engineer with supplies should he need it. She maintained some skills of machinery from fixing the espresso machine back at her old job, so some of her odd talents prove to be useful. She excels as a Sniper and Medic, and will only be Spy or Engi support when needed. She develops a crush on the Sniper after spending more time with him in and out of combat, and eventually become a quiet item.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)

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A Life Ransomed

A/N: Got a new request!

pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

warnings: Some curse words, description of violence and blood

w/c: 1733

Prompt: Sebastian’s mate has been kidnapped. He will do anything to bring her back. 

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Sebastian hadn't seen you for a couple of hours which made him nervous. Sebastian Michaelis was one hell of a butler and this meant that not many things went under his radar.  You were one of them, especially as his mate. You were a maid for Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian was the one to recruit you after you left serving for the queen's guard. He thought that your skills as a soldier would be beneficial for protecting Ciel against his enemies and your training meant you knew how to take orders. You were probably the best employee of Ciel's besides Sebastian, which isn't saying a lot... 

For Sebastian, you were different than any other human. Your mind is so much more complex than he thought possible and it intrigued him to no end. He wanted to understand what thoughts go through your head at all times. Plus, you also had a deep affinity for cats which was a bonus.  And you are beautiful. He never saw an angel as pretty as you, with those locks, your soft skin, and those eyes which sparkle even when they're sad or annoyed. He adored you. You had come to care for him as well and eventually, he made you his mate. According to Sebastian, demons only have one mate for their entire life. Even if they don't fall in love with each other or their mate, they still stay with that person forever. You two were bound and luckily you did love each other.  You two would always do anything for each other. Sebastian would give you the world without hesitation. Ciel did eventually find out about you both.  At first, he didn’t know whether or not he should condone the relationship but Sebastian appeared to have more determination in his duties thanks to you. Ultimately,  Ciel decided to let the two of you keep being together even though he had concerns. 

It was becoming later in the day and you were nowhere to be seen. Sebastian's fears continued to grow and he was beginning to worry that something bad happened to you. He continued his duties but he made sure to look around for you each time he completed a task for the young master.  He walked to the gardens hoping you weren’t hiding from him. He stopped by every place that could be considered a meeting point between you two and there was simply no sight of you. His realization that you weren't at the Phantomhive manner made a pitfall in his stomach. 

He opted to ignore his fears contemplating the possibility that maybe Ciel sent you into town to retrieve something.  No...that couldn't be the case, because you'd be back by now.  The Phantomhive manor was vast with plenty of places where people might hide. Maybe someone kidnapped you? That thought sent chills down Sebastian’s spine. Ciel had many enemies, it was possible.  After thinking for several moments, he realized that there was no evidence of this either. 

One of Sebastian's last tasks for the day was retrieving the mail from the porch. Sebastian opened the long door to see several letters strung about.  He noticed that some were sealed tight with wax but most were addressed to the Ciel and some to other members of the household. Something out of the ordinary is that there is one addressed to him. Sebastian throughout his entire time at the manor had never received a piece of mail.  It must have been delivered earlier today while he was tending to Ciel.  Carefully, Sebastian opened the small envelope and began to read: 

Dear Mr. Michaellis, 

I apologize for contacting you on such short notice but please forgive me for interrupting your work today. I'm afraid my business is not very pleasant but we have a settle to score. My men have taken your partner and will take your life in exchange for hers.  I believe this is a reasonable bargain to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. Come alone or die trying to reach her.  I have hired the strongest men so your little fiasco that happened once won't happen again.

Azzurro Vanel

Sebastian crumpled up the letter in disgust as anger bubbled in his chest and his eyes flashed fuschia.  Azzurro and his men were going to take his mate? How dare they! He would make them pay! Without waiting another moment, he ran towards the kitchen grabbing a handful of knives.  He needed to hunt down these bastards and kill them.

"Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Someone called out to him. It was Ciel. 

Before Sebastian could say anything, Ciel pulled him aside and started lecturing him furiously. 

"What in heaven's name are you doing with my silverware?"  

Sebastian looked stern as he continued to grab various kitchen items. 

"I was just taking care of some business." Ciel gave him a disapproving glare and shook his head.

"Don't think that I haven't seen your worried expressions all day." Sebastian frowned at Ciel's comment and sighed. "Y/N has been taken by Azzurro Vanel. I plan to return her home." 

Ciel nodded. "Well I can't fault you for wanting to bring home your lover but please be home before 10 PM."

Sebastian nodded before picking up a knife. 

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Sebastian ran through the entrance of the run-down building on the edge of London, throwing a knife at the head of a hired mercenary.  Sebastian felt exhilarated as he watched the man fall to the ground with blood dripping off his temple. There was a slight pause as the mercenaries recovered from the attack but Sebastian took no time killing them as well.  He wasn't about to waste a second. As Sebastian reached the staircase leading towards what appeared to be the office, likely where Azzurro was holding you.  With all the energy he possessed, Sebastian kicked open the door.  Inside, Sebastian found Azzurro sitting behind his desk while two large men held guns at his head. 

You were tied up like cattle to a chair across from Azzurro. His face was emotionless except for his piercing gaze. A few candles illuminated the room allowing Sebastian enough light to see the way your face contorted in pure fear.

"I told you to come in peace," Azzurro said calmly. "So let's begin the fun." 

Azzuro stood from behind the desk and made his way toward your side.  Sebastian glared daggers at him until Azzurro grabbed you roughly by your arm.  Sebastian moved a step forward until a gun was placed to your head.  You whimpered in fear and squeezed your eyes shut. Sebastian froze. He hated seeing you this vulnerable, scared even, especially since he himself was feeling extremely upset.

"Don't try anything," Azzurro threatened.  Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him before glancing over at your scared expression. A shiver traveled down his spine as his heart broke for you. You were so fragile. His mate. 

Sebastian took one more step forward and a gunshot was heard. The smoke left Azzurro's gun but you were not harmed.  In fact, you looked like nothing had happened at all. Sebastian smirked slightly as he turned out to be now behind Azzurro, holding the bullet out to him. 

"I want you to know why you are dying Azzurro," Sebastian spoke quietly. "You tried to harm the woman whom I care deeply for and she didn't need or deserve it, therefore, I'll make sure you get the same fate as your men."

Sebastion removed your mouth gag and gave you a sad smile.  "Don't cry (y/n). Everything will be alright. This bastard will suffer. I promise... " You tried to respond but Sebastian interrupted. "I need you to close your eyes." You smiled back.  Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Sebastian took the bullet in his hand before pressing the barrel against Azzurro's forehead.

You heard screams, gunshots, and bodies falling to the ground.  Your ears began ringing loudly as your mind struggled to understand what was happening.  "You can open your eyes, my love,"  Sebastian said softly. Your vision focused and there he was standing right in front of you. Sebastian was alive but Azzurro was dead, bleeding profusely.  "We won't let anyone hurt you ever again," Sebastian stated. He moved behind you and uncuffed your wrists. 

You immediately wrapped your arms around Sebastian, sobbing hysterically. He rubbed circles into your back as he hugged you close to his chest and rested his chin atop your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down. Eventually, your breathing started to regulate and you began calming down a bit. You loosened your grip and Sebastian finally removed your head from his chin. You turned around and looked at the carnage that was in the room. Blood was everywhere. Even you were covered in it. Sebastian lifted your chin up and wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Are you ok?"  He asked.

You nodded slowly and sniffled as tears flowed down your face once more. "Thank you... thank you." You whispered. "For everything." Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

"Of course, my love."

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Sebastian and you sat together on the bed in the guestroom as the sun slowly disappeared. You were still shaken by what happened. The only thing keeping you sane was Sebastian's presence next to you. Sebastian was rubbing your arm soothingly.   He had insisted upon getting the both of you cleaned up after your encounter with Azzurro which he refused to leave your side for even a moment.  Your clothes and hair were stained red from blood, sweat, and dirt. Sebastian had also cleaned your cuts from their rough handling as best as he could with alcohol.  

"How did you find me?" You asked.

"I followed your scent. I knew you were here somewhere." Sebastian replied. "I was... scared."  You nodded your head and kissed his cheek tenderly.

"It's fine. We're safe now," you reassured him. Sebastian leaned into you as he gently touched his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace as your body relaxed.

 He moved the both of you to lie down so you were resting comfortably against one another. Your eyes grew heavy as exhaustion overcame your system. Before you fell asleep completely, Sebastian slipped his arms under your head causing you to nestle deeper into him.

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Okay but can I get a Wednesday x reader on how her and Wednesday argue when it gets really bad💕 maybe reader walks out and they both make up after giving each other space

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 -> w. addams

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi yes???? I love this so much?????? Healthy relationships?????? Thank you so much for your wonderful words???? But seriously I love this kind of angsty fluff stuff fr...this is how I survive in this cruel, cruel world HAHA. Also I'm pretty sure I've used the phrase "thaw her frozen heart" in a Wednesday fic before, but oh well! I'm a sucker for stuff like that. Hope you enjoy this one! I'm really proud of this :') (Also peep the little gif paragraph break thingie I made on Photoshop...I'm a little too proud of it...)

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: arguing

ARGUING WITH WEDNESDAY ADDAMS IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. She's as sadistic as they come, even when not mildly discontented (which in Wednesday Speak is as close as you can get to happy), and she never backs down from a fight. And, though a lot of Wednesday's sharp edges become a bit dull around you, that doesn't mean that she'll let you win an argument.

"You can't just endanger someone's life because they bother me, Wednesday!" you shouted. That particular argument was nasty — while you and Wednesday fit together seamlessly most of the time, she occasionally did things that you just couldn't agree with.

This time Wednesday's target had been Leah. Leah was one of the Scales, and one of the more insufferable ones at that. For the past week or so, Leah had for some reason chosen you as the target of her constant torture. She tripped you during class, used her siren song to make you humiliate yourself in front of the school, and on one occasion even managed to push you down the main staircase without anyone around her seeing. Wednesday had seen, of course. Wednesday always saw.

So she concocted a plan: she sent Leah a fake letter in her boyfriend's handwriting, telling her to meet him at a very specific location in the woods near Nevermore. As expected, Leah took the bait and made her way deep into the woods after dark. Instead of finding her boyfriend there, she was met with a pack of hungry wolves — and she quickly noticed that someone had sewn raw meat into the pockets of her clothing.

Leah returned to school half an hour later — out of breath, scratched around the ankles, and terrified. Wednesday watched her return with a smug grin — all it took was one look at her and you knew instantly this had been her doing.

Wednesday hadn't really expected you to be pleased (she had made peace with the fact that you two had very different moral codes), but she certainly hadn't expected you to react like this. "I only inflict pain upon people who deserve it," she said, her monotone voice never wavering in resolve, "and Leah deserved it."

"You don't get to decide that!" you said, rage curling your hands into fists.

"Would you rather be pushed around and ridiculed for the rest of the semester?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat constricted and tears rushed to your waterline before you could get a word out. You paused, taking in a breath and willing your voice to steady. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Wednesday. If you can't respect that, then..." you trailed off, not quite sure where you were going next. Then maybe this isn't going to work out. You stopped yourself just short of putting the end in sight, not wanting to say something you didn't really believe and might regret later. Instead, you bit down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood. You blinked the tears away as you took one last look at Wednesday's stoic face and walked out, slamming the door to her dorm room behind you.

Wednesday watched you go with a bitter taste on her tongue — and not the kind she liked. You had had your arguments in the past, but you had never walked out on her. Unlike Wednesday, you were a stickler for talking things out right then and there, clearing the air before things got too ugly. But this time it had been too much. She had been too much.

Thing crawled onto the desk, having heard the entire argument. Wednesday turned sharply. "What do you want?" she snapped.

"I hope you're going to fix this."

"Why? Clearly they don't care enough to stay and have it out. Why should I be the one to piece things back together?"

Thing said nothing, but sat there in a way that said, Really?

Wednesday grit her teeth. "You're very passive aggressive for a hand."

"You're one to talk," Thing tapped back, "and ouch. Don't you think they might've needed some space?"

Wednesday paused. She hadn't thought of that, actually — not that she'd ever let Thing know that. "Fine then," Wednesday conceded. "What do you suggest?"

And, for once, Wednesday took someone else's advice.

She gave you the space you needed. For the next day and a half you received total radio silence from Wednesday. She still took her seat next to you in class, but she kept as far away from you as possible and didn't attempt conversation — not that Wednesday could ever endure small talk.

Eventually you were so unnerved by her behavior that you spoke to her, leaning over and keeping your voice to a whisper beneath Thornhill's lesson. "Wednesday? What are you doing? Are you alright?" you asked.

"I'm giving you space," she said, not meeting your eye. The words sounded unnatural in her voice. "Thing suggested it," she added quickly.

You sat back in your chair, a perplexed crease forming between your brows. This was very un-Wednesday like behavior. You weren't upset of course, just surprised. Not only at the fact that Wednesday was willingly giving you the space you needed, but that she actually took advice from Thing. It made your heart give a little flutter as you attempted to focus back on the lesson.

Wednesday never paced, but she had never been closer to doing it than she was that evening. She skipped dinner with the intention of writing her novel, but found herself staring at a blank page, unable to write a thing. Rain pounded the large stained glass window on the opposite side of the room. She had never suffered from writer's block before. This was excruciating, and not in a good way. She let out a slow breath, and finally something snapped. That's it.

She got up and strode to the door of her dorm with the intention of meeting you in the courtyard and demanding that you settle your argument from two nights ago, a crack of thunder scoring her sudden outburst. But just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, she heard a knock.

You stood out in the hallway, shivering and soaked with rain, your blazer wrapped tightly around you. The greeting you had prepared was quickly tossed away as you gave a sudden sneeze, a shiver running down your spine. You looked back at Wednesday and the words died on your tongue.

Instantly she pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and getting one of Enid's fuzzy (revolting) blankets to wrap around your shoulders. Wednesday didn't often have these, God forbid, motherly urges very often, but again, a lot of things about Wednesday changed when she was around you. And the sight of you shaking in the cold on her doorstep was enough to thaw her frozen heart.

Once she was satisfied that you were slowly being warmed up, she stepped back, letting you dry the rain droplets from your cheeks and hair. Thing subtly crawled onto the desk and Wednesday saw it subtly sign out of the corner of her eye: "Talk."

Wednesday set her lips in a grim line. This was the part she always had trouble with. "Y/n —"

"I know you were just trying to protect me, Wednesday," you cut her off quickly. "I know that now, and I appreciate it. I didn't like what Leah was doing, and I know you didn't either, but I needed to try and figure out how to fix it in my own way first. I know that you want to look out for me, but I'm capable of fighting my own battles. I need you to tell me that you understand that."

Wednesday paused. And now she understood. This was what you had been trying to say the night of the argument — you just hadn't been able to get the words out right. Space. Space had allowed you to understand what you needed to say and what you needed to hear. Wednesday understood that now — and more importantly, she could respect it. "I understand," she said, "and I'm sorry."

You almost gasped. Wednesday rarely apologized for the things she did, especially to the people she did them to. But this was genuine.

She continued, "I don't regret what I did to Leah, but I do regret that it hurt you."

You nodded in understanding.

"I don't like seeing the people I love get hurt."

All at once you felt tears rushing to your eyes. Not the bad kind. You pushed them away with a hard swallow, sniffing. "I love you too, Wednesday," you said. "And I promise that if my way of fixing something doesn't work, you'll be the first person I call."

Wednesday felt a rush of something then, something that flushed in her cheeks and almost drew the corners of her lips up. She struggled to stifle it, but every glance at your rosy face made her that much more willing to surrender to it.

"Can I give you a hug?" you asked. You and Wednesday had reached a point where you could hug her without asking first, but you liked to get the clarification every once in a while.

Once you received a brisk nod, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her and enveloping both of you in Enid's thick purple blanket. Wednesday wrapped her arms around your waist, letting herself bury her head in your shoulder. She allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of being wrapped up with you, holding you tightly and knowing that you were together.

The storm continued to rage outside, but you two were warm and safe in the knowledge that, when you were together, there was nothing that couldn't be fixed.

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The Game Of Lies

Chapter 3: Simon Says

Yandere Malleus x reader

Make sure you read the full warnings please.

Warning: Blackmail, extreme manipulation from the reader, cursing, inappropriate language, details of somewhat smut happening, mentions of violence and dark themes.

Read below if you’re ok with it please.

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You found yourself in a room full of multiple mirrors, specifically different kinds of them. Some were small, others were big, some wide and some thin.

You were basically surrounded with them in general, they were over and below you each of them showing you a vision of yourself with different scenarios, seemingly from different timelines and realities.

You squint your eyes on one of them. In particular it caught your attention in general. It showed a scene of you surrounded by green flames all around you, behind you was a black large dragon with green eyes. It seemed pleased you were there in general.

You seemed to be wearing wedding attire, something you’d wear when you would get married. It was ripped, your hair was a mess. You had bags underneath your eyes. You also saw claw marks all over those tips on the clothes, on your face and arms.

Despite all of this the thing that stuck out to you the most was how you had chains everywhere connecting to the finger of the dragon. The chains were on your neck, around your waist, each planted on your neck and ankles. You also could see you were wearing a muzzle on your face as if you were a dog.

You started to panic over that one particular image in that one mirror slowly back away from it and moving your eyes anywhere else.

But atlas everywhere in each of the mirrors showed that one specific image, it filled you with rage and frustration over the fact that this could happen to you.

You refused this fate.

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You woke up in a cold sweat, you felt absolutely disgusted over this. You knew you’d have to keep your calm til then and figure out a way out of this damn kingdom.

You decided to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower to get your mind off of all of these things.

When you walked in you noticed the bathrooms were not as advanced as the ones you were used to. It seemed from the Victorian Era.

You quickly took a bath since there was no shower unfortunately.

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After you were done and got your clothes ready for the day there was a letter from someone floating towards your chest. You grabbed it and started to examine it.

It was from the Queen herself, Malleus’s grandmother; Maleficent.

You quickly had this excited feeling knowing this was a chance to get more knowledge from her. You’d know your chances to escape the possessive man.

You opened it in a hurry to read the letter.

“The Queen From Briar Valley demands you meet her at a tea party by noon, you shall not arrive there shall be consequences.”

In all that reading you could tell there was most likely rage in writing this, you knew that she was already not fond of humans with the knowledge you gained from your original world.

You’d have the upper hand knowledge in knowing this information.

You smiled knowing they had a fight knowing it was about you.

But of course, you have decided to look around for any clues that would help you with this journey of escaping.

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Malleus was talking to others about having your wedding ceremony, he didn’t want to wait. He wanted you to rule besides him when he became king. He’d turn you immortal, so you’d live on forever.

He wanted a wedding based on both of your cultures so the Faes could embrace that you were once a human.

However a familiar voice came to speak to him.

“Lord Malleus, I apologize for interrupting your planning. However there is someone important I have to tell you in private about your little pigeon.” Lilia smiled in a way that would bring anyone to shivers.

Malleus soon excused himself and followed Lilia.

Lilia decided to warn Malleus, how dangerous you were and keep more caution. He knew that just because you were a human doesn’t mean you’re harmless.

You were emotionally manipulated, he noticed while he stalked you.

You were able to figure out someone’s intentions really quickly

You used others and treated life like a game. Anyone and anything could be dangerous when given highly intelligence.

You even managed to get Sebek to flip out and locked up.

And now Malleus mentioned in a happy tone of innocence how you loved him.

It was obvious to Lilia you didn’t love him, you had other motives with Malleus’s fantasies.

Of course he had found out something about you, you were disgusted over the idea of touch, love, and getting sexual.

He had a plan for it all, soon warning Malleus and advising him on testing you.

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You decided to wear a suit and just to comb your hair for the occasion of meeting the queen, you were of course being accompanied by a bunch of guards besides you making sure you get there to the garden.

The sky was gloomy, it’s been a while since you finally went outside. It felt less suffocating than being in a room, defenseless like a bird waiting for Malleus to come back.

You soon saw the Queen sitting elegantly, she had her posture well done, and the Raven on her shoulder seemed to glare at you.

You wanted to smile knowing they both didn’t like your presence already,

“Good afternoon your majesty.” You have a fake smile and a bow.

She seemingly made a gesture for you to sit down on a chair.

With permission you sat down, and the both of you made awkward eye contact. Even the bird felt uncomfortable and scared.

Maleficent gave one look at you just from looking at you, how you did not want to be there.

You didn’t love her grandson.

You didn't care about the rewards of ruling alongside this sad kingdom.

You looked like a bird trapped inside of a cage, once so happy but now faking happiness in order to leave.

She felt pity for the first time in a long time. Unfortunately for you her bratty grandson took you away selfishly, she herself hated humans because they were selfish and arrogant.

But her grandson was the same if he took you away like this out of “love”. It was selfish.

“How about this ‘Beasty’.” You looked surprised at the nickname like she all of the sudden changed her mind about you.

“I’ll help you leave this kingdom, after all there is nothing good about keeping you here to rule alongside Malleus. Humans are absolutely disgusting. “ She told you.

You felt surprisingly relieved after a long time, nothing was better than this to you. Nothing.

You both soon came up with a couple of options to leave, and you left back in your dorms knowing you made an unlikely ally.

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When you walked back to your chamber, Maleficent told the guards to back off and leave you to walk back on your own.

Of course they listened, however there was a maid seemingly looking around for something valuable. You smiled at this opportunity in front of you.

“Hello, is there something you are looking for? Maybe I can be of assistance.” You smiled looking at her frightened face.

Unfortunately for her you were going to take advantage of her to help you. You needed a dog after all.

“Back off, I wasn’t doing anything.” You could tell rumors have spread all around with Sebek.

She was so scared she had a dagger and pointed it at you, you walked closer and grabbed the dagger still in her hand and cut your own face leaving a deep cut.

She knew she was screwed at that moment.

“You know I suggest you start taking my orders from now on dog.”

You said coldly, she was gonna be your insight dog from now on and give you whatever you requested and information on whatever you needed.

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In the NRC Headmaster Crowley held an assembly meeting on your disappearance, he made sure to hold every single Diasomnia student in an inescapable room where it’s extremely hard to get out of.

Every single student there had started discussing why Malleus would kidnap you and ways to get you back.

They all cared about you no matter what.

Eventually Crowley in the front slapped a book in front of him. He smiled, “I so generous have finally found a way to bring MC back home.”

Everyone soon got on board using that information.

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After you patched up the wound on your face, you decided if malleus asks about it you’d tell him that you clumsily fell over on one of the thorn bushes. The cut wasn’t that deep so it was believable.

You sat down on your bed waiting for his arrival.

He eventually teleported in the room, you gave him a fake smile and got up to go greet him, however he looked cold.

“Is something the matter Malleus?”

“Yes there is indeed ‘child of man’, you put on a pretend show for me. Telling me you love me but let’s be honest, you however don’t.”

He spoke in a strongly asserted tone, you now knew he was serious.

Tears filled up your eyes on command. “Is there any way I can convince you?” You spoke desperately out.

He stood there staring down at you coldy then spoke up. “Perhaps there is something you can do child of man… prove to me that you love me.” His eyes showed desire.

You felt yourself disgusted at the thought, but this had to be done, Lilia might as well have given him advice as he was much wiser than Malleus was.

You walked over to him with a flustered look on your face, you stood before him and kissed up passionately he returned the kiss turning it more selfish to him.

You both had a heated makeout session, you put Malleus’s hands onto a part of your body. Showing him you ‘love and desired him’.

This was enough to prove to him but however this wasn’t going to change his mind to fuck you during the whole night.

[silky-slinky]

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

DIALOGUE PROMPT/S:

23. “Don't shut me out. Please.”

40. “I can't sleep.”

48. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

The world ending was too much for you. It was all too much for everyone, but nothing they haven't been through. The moment Five announced yet another problem that needed to be resolved by not only them but also by you. It was a routine, an apocalypse was bound to happen, and the umbrellas would be risking their lives to save everyones.

Although you weren't a part of the umbrellas, you were, however, friends with them. Particularly with the boy who didn't choose to have a name. A series of unfortunate events happens whenever the umbrellas are near, and you got stuck with them. Not everyone had the chance to say that they were friends with peculiar people with peculiar powers.

You had to admit, they were a mess, a chaotic mess, but you loved them equally. Some might even be more than others. The Hargreeves are what turned your life upside down, both for the better and for the worse, there's no in between. Yet you do know one thing, it's that these people have become your home.

Five was who you called the closest friend you had. Years spent being partners while killing people was an unusual way of becoming close with a person. He knew you like the back of his hand. He'd know whenever your mood would shift, from your posture to the rhythm of your breathing. He knew everything. The same goes for you, the only person he allowed to get close to him.

Behind Five's cold and mean demeanor, he was caring, still arrogant, but caring. He had his way of showing his love to his siblings, and of course, to you. He was different in every possible way.

The journey you went through in the 1960s made you realize things. It made you realize how much Five meant to you, how much you missed him throughout those years, and how much you truly pushed away your feelings, trying to deny them. You spent countless sleepless nights pondering about whether he was alive or not. Thinking about when you'd get the chance to see him again.

You got used to the permanent scowl on his face, his witty comebacks whenever you're playfully bantering with each other, and for that to leave you, made you a wreck.

“Klaus! Slow down. What are we even here for? We don't need a TV at the moment.”

Referring to the large letters that decorated the building. He simply giggles at what you said. His right hand intertwined tightly with your left hand, guiding you along toward the inside of the store. His free hand pushes open one of the glass doors, stopping by at the side to let you through.

You looked back at them, an annoyed expression on your face while an excited one decorated them as their eyes looked over to the second floor of the store, then back to you, as if gesturing that you should look as well. You raised an eyebrow at them, then looked to wherever his eyes were situated on.

Once your gaze met the others on the second floor, a hand went up to your mouth in shock. There they were, the people you called your own family, very much alive. Each of them delivered you a wave, a wide smile on their face. Yet you can't help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hello, Y/n.” Five calls out from below the stairs, and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the dramatic entrance he had to have. The tears threatened to slip free from your eyes, slowly walking up to him.

The years you've spent wondering if he was alive built up, overwhelming your emotions. All the years you've spent wondering if they were all alive. As silly as it sounds, you were stuck with Klaus, joining along with him and his cult. You've spent your time in Dallas, Texas having fun with Klaus and his following. So many people around you at all times, but none of them compared to Five.

Five's arms wrapped around your body, engulfing you in a tight hug and you let your tears flow freely.

“Who are they?” Viktor whispers to Allison who was beside him, Diego and Luther joining in on the conversation as they watched the incredibly long hug Five gave you.

“They're Five's friend from work.” Allison answers for everyone.

“Sure doesn't look like they're just friends though.” Viktor commented.

“Yeah, they're both in denial.” Diego replies.

You could hear the soft whispering they did, but not enough to understand what they were saying. Finally, Five pulled away, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears that kept flowing. You leaned more into his touch, you've missed his warmth, you've missed his gentle touches, you've missed him.

“I missed you, Five.”

“I know you did.”

The sole of your soft slippers came in contact with the dirty carpet of the hotel you slept in along with the others as you made your way to the lobby. It was strange for you to roam around at night in a hotel full of people you didn't know. You couldn't sleep well tonight, the feeling of yet another apocalypse following you and the others made you uneasy.

You scanned the well-lit lobby, your eyes stopping at one of the sofas, figuring that it was the best place where you'd be able to sit. The lobby was occupied by a few people in their pajamas, some in their casual attire, figuring that they were just checking in.

You made your way to the long sofa, plopping your body down comfortably, watching the ceiling, thinking about everything. Just then, Five was making his way to the lobby. He didn't know what had happened to him to even think that he needed to go there, but he knew he had to.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes were immediately drawn to your frame. He sighed in irritation, you could be a handful if you wanted to.

Footsteps slowly approaching you made your body shift, now sitting up, contrary to your position earlier. Your gaze met his, both hands in his pockets as he looked at you, anticipating an explanation as to why you were here and not inside the comfort of your room.

“I can't sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders in response to his stare. You patted the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down.

He gladly sat down next to you, being as close as possible. “How come?” He asks in a gentle tone, careful not to upset you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, something you always did to him, something he always allowed. Your hands took one of his, playing with his fingertips anxiously. Despite being close with Five, you pushed him away often whenever you had a problem.

“Nothing.” Of course, it wasn't nothing. Five knew that.

“Tell me.” His tone was tougher compared to what he had earlier. He was sick of being pushed away by you.

“I told you, it's nothing.” Not once stopping from playing with his fingers.

“You're doing it again.” He held your hand in place, stopping you from playing with his fingers.

“Doing what?” Of course, you knew what you were doing. Five knew that.

You pushed your head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Shutting me out.” Five replied, an annoyed expression now on his face. You simply ignored him, looking anywhere but him.

He sighed once more, taking your chin in his hand as he made you look at him. “Don't shut me out. Please.” His voice was a mere whisper, his tone gentle and soft, as if he was afraid you were a china doll that was about to break.

“I'm not shutting you out.” Your face was close to Five's, feeling his warm breath tickling your skin as your eyes danced along his facial features, taking time to study them all.

“Yes, you are, Y/n.” He coughed awkwardly, pulling away from the close proximity you both once had. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Jade,

Whenever I talk to you, you send a shiver down my spine. It always feels like you are plotting something, and sometimes I am worried that I am the fish tangled up in your net. Nevertheless, I love being your friend (prey?) and I hope you feel similar :) I treasure all the moments we’ve spent together.

Please don’t kill me maybe? I humbly await your decision.

(Already in world)

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, manipulation

Jade Leech-Befriending eels

Opening your mailbox you expected emptiness and the occasional spider that would sometimes get lost in there but today you were met met with something different. A letter was laying in there. Looking at your name you took notice of the familiar handwriting but where had you seen it before. Going back inside the dorm you opened it. Reading the name at the bottom you finally knew why it was so familiar.

Dear Prefect of the Ramshackle dorm,

your letter made me laugh. Under no circumstance would I ever hunt you down like prey. Observe you? Maybe but never hunting.

It seems like we both treasure our friendship very much. It is a nice change from the usual fear Floyd and I receive from others. I feel honored to have such a hard-working person like yourself as someone in my cycle. It makes it easier for me to keep a eye on you. Don't worry, I am just jokingly Am I though or was that just a lie. I already see that there will never be a dull moment with you.

You know, there was once that one merman in our class when Azul, Floyd and I went to school at the bottom of the sea. He was also trying to get close to us, expecting us to rise to the top of the school with our help. At the end we made a fool of him and went on with out day. Remember you are now part of us and if anyone ever dares to use you in any way do not feel pressured to ask for help. However, do expect consequences if you misuse that trust.

Now that you are our friend, why not tell us some things about yourself? After all, connections are best built if those building it can trust each other. Is there something bothering you perhaps? Feel free to tell us. After all we are already feared by others so a bit more negative attention wouldn't hurt. Or rather, if we get negative attention because of you e wouldn't mind. Do not worry about Azul and my brother. I know what I have to tell them.

But, you know, I am part of Octavinelle and trade is part of us. How about giving me something back for that service? How about your undivided attention? Or maybe making you my neighbour in the empty room besides mine? Like this we could spend even more time with each other. Learning more about each other, being able to just each other even more.

Tell me if you are interested in that.

Kindest regards,

Jade Leech