#and hello death nice to see you too :D

[mewkwota]

"It's him... The Belmont."

Every century or so, Dracula would face a new Belmont, each one a fierce and powerful warrior. But what made Simon so different when he followed his family's footsteps and stormed into that castle?

Just Look at him.

[griffonsgrove]

omg hello!! I saw you post those vox headcanons and wow I was literally kicking my feet and giggling LOL. I also saw you take requests right now! (at least that’s what it said in your rules) and I wanted to request something : D

could I request general alastor headcanons with a GN! Reader please ? :D

Thank you!

General Dating Headcanons | Alastor

a/n: Of course my dear!! I love how Alastor is portrayed in the series, he’s easily one of my favorite characters! I’ve been wanting to do these for quite a bit, so thank you for the request!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Wordcount: 1991

Cw: Hazbin Spoilers, minor violence, mentions of death, murder

(PLATONIC):

Ah so you managed to capture the attention of the infamous Radio Demon? You should be honored he even considers you worth his time! Not most demons have that luxury, they never live long enough to see.

Al strikes me as the kind of guy who knows everyone, he’s very observant and has eyes everywhere (his shadow friends extend throughout the entirety of the pride ring). He’s got connections in just about anything. He’s bound to have at least seen you once.

That being said, he views other sinners as inferior to him, if you don't have any power, he doesn't really see you as much of a threat (let’s be honest even if you did, he still wouldn't feel threatened)

He’s quite intrigued when he sees a frail little thing like you walk through the hotel doors. You're here on your own free will, seeking redemption? Oh, this will be quite entertaining.

You’re well aware of who he is, having been in hell for quite some time, even before his 7 yearlong disappearance, you knew to be wary in his presence.

It often left you being timid or skittish around him at first.

The deer demon had a knack for popping up at the most inconvenient of times, out of nowhere it seems (perks of being able to shadow travel). He would scare the daylights out of you nearly every time. Whether it was intentional or not, it always got a good laugh out of him.

And that smile…He was always smiling, you can't ever recall a moment where he wasn't, not even a falter. It's definitely an intimidation tactic you think. After all, you're never fully dressed without one!~

Despite this, he’s a charmer. He has this flare about him that oozes confidence whenever he speaks with you, to anyone really. He’s able to talk his way into and out of anything. One of the many perks of being a showman. Alastor is witty, charming and entertaining to say the least. Life is never dull with him around.

And if you happen to be from the same time period?? It’ll only want him to be around you even more! Finally, someone he can relate to in this cesspool.

This man is quite the chatterbox. He looooves to reminisce about the good ol’ days, always talking about how things were in his radio days. He could talk for literal hours and not break a sweat. You’ll often have to politely interject when he rambles on for too long, not that he minds.

Did I mention he can cook too?? Really well, surprisingly. He claims he learned from his dearest mother. He had to put a name to her famous Jambalaya recipe! When you tried it for the first time your socks were nearly blown right off from how much cayenne pepper he put into it. He likes a little spice.

He's!! Always!! Humming!! The man loves to sing, he often finds himself absentmindedly humming old tunes from the 20’s as he goes about his day. Whether he’s out for a stroll, enjoying a nice cup of tea, or running around the hotel, he’s humming.

This has been stated before, but Alastor is not big on physical touch from others unless he's the one initiating it. There have been many times where he’s pulled you into a little dance or twirl while he explains something. It never fails to surprise you each time.

He’ll often use his microphone staff to push or touch something, more specifically someone. He doesn't like to touch sinners that often, God knows where they’ve been. You’ve seen him whack Angel upside the head with it before, the spider tried getting a little too close for comfort. But for you he’ll make an exception.

Very well groomed!! He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, and cares about how he projects himself to the public eye. His hair is always neatly styled to perfection, shoes shined, and is always dressed to the nines. I mean did you see how mad he got when Pentious ripped a part of his coat off?

As the two of you begin to spend some more time together, you find yourself often having little meetups, the both of you would chat, share a cup of tea and just enjoy each other’s company. He liked to sit on the patio, he had a little table, and everything set up for you two.

Alastor makes sure to keep an eye on you regularly. He may have his shadow sneak around and stalk you while you're out. He’ll use the excuse that ‘Hell is a dangerous place!’, He can't have some low-life sinner trying to harm you, that would make him a terrible friend!

Undeniably has a soft spot for you that he’ll never admit aloud, he genuinely enjoys your company and likes having someone around that will humor him and listen to his stories. Grandpa.

Overall, Al is quite a good friend to have, you feel like you can confide in him at any point, he’s surprisingly a wonderful listener. The more time you spend together only strengthens your little friendship. Even to the point where you both will grow to have a mutual respect for each other. He initially scared you at first, given his reputation, but underneath all the ruthless chaos is a true gentleman.

(ROMANTIC):

My man is sooo conflicted at first, He’ll spend hours in his den thinking about his feelings. (We’ve all seen the inside of his room, literally half of it is a swamp). The scenery can only soothe him so much as he contemplates on what to do.

This is probably where you will begin to less and less of him for a time being as he works out his inner turmoil.

But, once he finally comes to terms with these undeniable feelings, he decides to confront you privately, away from any prying eyes. Ahem Angel…

Very old-fashioned, this is where he will properly ask to court you. 

You’ll never know this but he was actually kind of nervous, he was worried you’d reject his offer, but imagine to his surprise when you said yes!! He kind of felt giddy.

Congratulations! You now have a cannibalistic deer overlord as your boyfriend

He’s such a gentleman, I literally cannot say it enough, the man was raised right and he respects you! 

You literally never have to open a door with him around. He holds your chair out for you, always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, pays for every meal and is constantly giving you compliments left and right. And they say chivalry is dead.

Alastor loves to gift flowers to you. Every few weeks or so he’ll give you a new bouquet. They're different each time, some have a meaning while others he simply thought you’d enjoy. You have a special place in your room where you keep them.

Now that you’re in a relationship, the two of you are basically joined at the hip. Wherever you are, Alastor is not far behind. He doesn't want to admit it but the overlord is kind of clingy. He doesn't like being too far from you.

If there’s ever a reason he has to be away from you, he’ll often have a few of his little imp dolls watch after you. You always thought they were cute little fellas anyways.

The both of you aren't exactly private about your relationship, but at the same time you’re not screaming it out from the rooftops either. Alastor is well aware of the dangers you could possibly face due to his status. He’s made a lot of enemies in his time, and doesn't want to see you get hurt on his behalf.

That being said though, no demon in their right mind would try to threaten you.

God forbid they touch you either. They’d be ripped in half before they could even get another word out. 

He's fiercely protective over you. He tries to play it off as nonchalantly as possible, but you know he cares about you immensely, it’s rather sweet really.

Now about physical affection. Things will go very slowly in the beginning, as said before he's fine with things as long as he's the one initiating it. If you two are out for a stroll you’ll have your arm gently looped with his as you walk down the chipped sidewalks. You’ll have to be extremely patient with him, he’s not used to this “love” and “affection”

If you’re ever having a bad day however, he’ll slip out of his comfort zone for you, and allow you to hold onto him for as long as you please, in the privacy of your own room of course.

One of his favorite things to do with you, is to slow dance. There's something so intimate and special about it. It could be late into the evening, when everyone else had gone to their respective rooms for the night, If you listen closely though, you’ll hear the soft hum of music coming from Alastor’s den, he has you in his arms, the both of you gently sway in a slow waltz across the room to the quiet love songs emitting from his radio. It’s here that you truly savor these private moments with him.

Speaking of music, Al loves to sing to you. Oftentimes it may be a ballad or love song, and if you join in with him? He’ll fall for you even more. 

Cooking! He loves to whip up all his favorite dishes just for you, oftentimes you’ll help him in the kitchen, even if it’s the smallest thing. It's become an annual thing you two like to do together. He makes sure that you get only the best meat that this side of hell can provide.

He’ll often call you a mix of different pet names, here's a few of his favorites: Cher, Darling, Beloved, Dearest, Love, Mon Amour, Doll

Which btw on the topic of meat, Al is canonically a cannibal, he’ll often eat demon meat in his meals, and will have you try it at least once.

Admittedly has gotten slightly jealous of his own shadow. The mischievous thing was always trying to steal your attention away from him, oftentimes it would work, you would always give in and humor him, saying that ‘Even his shadow needed some loving too!’. With a strained smile, Alastor shoots a glare at the inky mass of himself, who just looks at him with a smug grin.

Will have you meet Rosie at least once. She’s one of his other closest friends, and a real sweetheart. At first she comes off as really scary and intimidating. but the more you get to know her, and she's for certain that you wont hurt her friend, she’s much more friendlier. 

You two actually bond together somewhat, having little chats about Alastor occasionally, or about her business.

It’s safe to say that this man would kill hundreds if not thousands for you. You have him wrapped around your little finger. If you ever have someone bothering you, they might as well already be dead, because this man will hunt them down like prey. And eat them too.

Honestly, Alastor as a lover is nothing short of wholesome. He’s so attentive and caring when it comes to you. Which is so refreshing to see, especially coming from one of hell’s most feared overlords. Things will most likely start of slow, but if you’re patient with him, all the hard work will be rewarded tenfold. He had initially thought the Princess of Hell’s Hotel was one of the biggest jokes of the century, but what he wasn't expecting was you to be one of the best things to come out of it. You both were cast down to suffer an eternal damnation in hell, but at least now you can endure it together <3.

[royalarchivist]

Over 6 years ago, Technoblade and Etoiles played together on United UHC. Although they never got to meet each other on the QSMP, it's nice to see that they already had some nice banter and a fun dynamic developing during the brief time they knew each other. Here are some highlights from the video where they played together!

Subscribe to Technoblade! Technoblade's United UHC video

[ Part 1 || Part 2 || Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]

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Technoblade: Bonjour, mis amis! (Hello, my friends!) Oh god, we already have a zombie on us. No! It's targeting me 'cuz I have subs!

Etoiles: Excellent teammates.

Technoblade: Do trees spawn in these worlds?

Etoiles: [Laughing at a screenshot of Technoblade saying "deforestation has gotten pretty bad"]

Technoblade: It's gotten pretty bad, man. What is this?

Etoiles: B-bonjour.

Technoblade: Stop speakin' Chinese.

Etoiles: You're the best Skywars player, dude. That's why.

Technoblade: That doesn't mean much.

Technoblade: Oh my god, I found diamonds!

Etoiles: Oh, whoa.

Technoblade: Subscribe to Technoblade! I'm suddenly a UHC god.

Etoiles: Oh, I got diamonds too! :D

Technoblade: ...Wow, way to ruin my moment. Wow. Can I just have this one moment?

Etoiles: Yeah.

Technoblade: Does everything- does everything need to be a competition? First diamonds I've ever mined in Minecraft.

Etoiles: Let's redo it, Techno. Let's say I don't have diamonds. I don't have diamonds, you have-

Teammate: I found diamonds!

Technoblade: Oh my god.

Technoblade: I have seven diamonds! And I'm not saying that to one-up you, but- I mean I am, but I mean I'm- I'm also tellin' the truth.

Teammate: Nobody knows which one of you guys is the mole.

Technoblade: Yeah, that's gonna be very awkward.

Etoiles: Maybe Technoblade is already-

Technoblade: I'm right behind you.

Etoiles: Technoblade is already saying to his friend-

Technoblade: I'm already in the Mole chat, plannin' your death.

Etoiles: Like, I'm kind of scared of Technoblade, actually.

Technoblade: I'm not even good, why would you be scared of me?

Etoiles: Because you're the King of Bedwars.

Technoblade: Alright, ok, ok, so here's how it works- I get paid per episode, right? So I'm not gonna betray you on Episode 2.

Etoiles: [Laughs]

Technoblade: Now let me enchant.

Etoiles: I'm so bad at hearing sound because when I'm hearing lava-

Technoblade: Nah, it's 'cuz the sounds are in French, isn't it?

Etoiles: [Laughs] I'm gonna kill you, bro.

Technoblade: No!

Etoiles: [Laughs] I'm gonna kill you.

[risenwrites]

Title: The Fire Means I Love You

Pairing: Slasher! Ace X Female! Reader

AU: Modern Day

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (like seriously this is some dark shit), mdni, yandere themes, implied stalking, arson, mentions of corpses, mentions of being burned alive, death threat, smut, heavy non-con, dub-con, some in depth explanation of sexual fantasies, hate fucking(?), unprotected sex (don’t do this), overstimulation, dumbification (I think-), Ace gets pussydrunk, Ace is unhinged and delulu

Word Count: ~8.2K

Status: Semi-Edited

To set the mood.

You watched as people entered and exited the gas station store, most not bothering to buy anything, which wasn't surprising. Most customers were passing through town on their way to someplace else, only stopping here to get some gas and pass some time by looking at the limited collection of snacks and essential items in the store. Usually, there would only be a handful of customers, many of whom lived in the town, but thanks to the beginning of summer, it felt like millions of people were coming and going.

The beginning of summer was always terrible to deal with. Especially with how many people would drive through your sleepy little town on their way to a summer vacation. What's worse is that the people who went to college were moving back in to live at home. Which unfortunately meant most of the people in your high school graduation class would be back in town. How wonderful. The only two you wanted to see were your friends Poppy and Tyler. Hopefully, you can avoid interactions with the other people in your graduating class.

A smile spread across your face as you thought about your friends. It felt like years since you talked to them face to face. Excitement bubbled to the surface as you thought about your summer plans with them, even if they weren't exceptionally grand. The three of you had decided to stay at a lovely Airbnb not too far from town but far enough away that people wouldn’t bother you and your friends. The house had originally been the home of a farmer, but after his death a couple years back, it was bought and renovated. Just remembering the pictures on the website had you nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The snapping of fingers pulled you out of your thoughts. "Hello? Anyone home?" asked a guy who looked around your age.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah!" you said while straightening your posture. "What can I do for you?"

The guy chuckled and smiled wide, waving a hand a bit dismissively. "Hey, no need to get so flustered. Just want to buy these lighters," he said while placing at least five packs of pocket lighters on the counter.

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped at the amount of lighters he was buying. You heard the guy chuckle in response to your reaction, making you flush in embarrassment for gawking. Quickly, you began scanning the items for him to check out to move on from your embarrassing moment.

"That's a lot of lighters... Any reason you're getting so many?" you asked without looking at him.

"I tend to go through lighters fast, that's all," he simply explained. "My name is Ace, by the way, Portgas D Ace."

You raised an eyebrow while glancing at Ace. "Um... nice to meet you, Ace," you said while looking back at the register.

You thought it was weird that he introduced himself. You didn’t recognize him, so you assumed he was just passing through. Maybe he was just overly friendly? You weren’t sure.

Once you finished scanning the items, you quickly told Ace the cost of all the pocket lighters he was buying, and he tapped his card against the card reader. After seeing the payment go through, you put the lighters into a bag while the receipt printed out. The entire time, you could feel Ace drilling holes into you with his eyes.

"Here's your bag. The receipt is inside," you told Ace while handing him the plastic bag.

You expected him to leave now, more like hope, and when he didn't, you internally panicked. He leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised like he was waiting for something. An awkward silence settled between you two, and then your brain decided to take in his appearance.

At first glance, the most notable part of his appearance was the freckles on his face. He wore his button-up open instead of closed to show his chest and-- holy heck, those are some nice abs and a nice waist. You quickly blinked a few times to get your thoughts straight before looking back up at his face. You hated to admit it; that’s a lie, but he was handsome.

"Is... there something else you need?" you asked hesitantly.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" he asked, not missing a beat.

"H-huh? My name?" you questioned, visibly confused, while he only smiled again.

"Yeah! I told you my name; now tell me your name," he explained like that was supposed to be obvious.

"Oh... Why do you want to know my name?" you asked, still confused. "It's not like we'll ever see each other again."

For a moment, you saw something flicker across his face. It was an emotion too quick for you to identify, but it still had a chill running down your spine. A dry laugh fell from his lips as he slowly grinned, albeit more menacing now.

"Just humor me, will ya? You never know when you might meet someone again," Ace chuckled.

Something inside you forced you to hesitate. Your throat suddenly felt dry, and your hands clammy. Warning bells were going off in your head as your hair stood on end from how suddenly his temperament shifted. You hoped that your minor freak out would go unnoticed by him. Still, despite the freaking out, you swallowed hard and nodded in understanding.

"Right... My name is y/n l/n," you told him.

Suddenly, Ace's face brightened, and he laughed happily like he hadn't scared the living daylights out of you. He patted your head and ruffled your hair before sliding his hand into his pocket.

"Nice to meet you, y/n! Can't wait to see you again!" he said gleefully with a wave before walking out of the gas station store.

"Holy shit, are you sure you’re okay? That guy sounds like a total nutjob!" your friend Tyler said, a worried frown on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay now,” you said to calm him down.

You sighed and leaned against the park bench, tilting your head back to look at the sky. It was later in the day now, and thankfully, Poppy and Tyler had arrived back in town just in time to hang out with you after work. The three of you had decided to get some ice cream before hanging out at the town park. You explained to your friends the weird interaction you had with that Ace guy during your shift, and, unsurprisingly, Tyler was worried, and Poppy was asking questions.

"Well, was he at least hot?" Poppy asked with a sly smile on her face.

“Poppy! Are you serious right now?” Tyler asked, looking at his friend with a scowl.

Poppy shrugged dismissively and licked her popsicle, “What? If a guy is going to be creepy, they should at least be hot.”

“That is a terrible mindset!”

Hearing that had you burst out in laughter, much to Tyler’s distraught, then you began sucking on the tip of your popsicle. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Can you two please be serious about this? That guy could be a serial killer for all we know!”

Poppy raised an eyebrow and stopped sucking on her popsicle. She moved her sunglasses down slightly to look at Tyler. “Ty, you're overreacting, like always. A serial killer in a little town like ours? That would be too cliche,” she said before readjusting her sunglasses.

“But-” Tyler tried to argue, but Poppy shut him down.

“I’m not here to talk about weird people y/n meets at work; I’m here to talk about how things will work with Airbnb. I mean, come on, people, we’re literally leaving tomorrow,” Poppy said before sucking her popsicle into her mouth.

Your eyes immediately lit up in excitement at the mention of the Airbnb. You pulled your popsicle out of your mouth with a satisfying pop and grinned. “Yes! I’ve been counting down the days to our little vacation since we decided on a date!” you exclaimed, giggling excitedly.

“But first, you need to answer my question from earlier,” Poppy suddenly said after biting her popsicle, causing you and Tyler to groan in annoyance.

After talking with your friends about the plans for the Airbnb trip, you all headed back to your homes to get ready to leave. You were giddy and restless the entire drive home, wanting nothing more than to finish preparing everything for the trip in a few days. Neither of your parents' cars were in the driveway when you reached your house, but you still decided to park on the curb. Turning off the car, you left to head inside but stopped when you noticed a moving truck in the neighbor's driveway. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you walked over to see who was moving into the house. It’d been empty for years, and you’re surprised someone actually bought it. You remember your parents talking about how the house price was ridiculously high. The garage door was open, and you could hear voices inside.

“Luffy, I swear to god, stop trying to help! You’re just dropping everything!” shouted a voice inside the garage.

“Huh? I’m not dropping things!” shouted another, much younger voice.

Soon after, you heard a loud crash, making your face pale, and dash to the garage entrance. Inside, you found a trio of boys moving boxes inside the house, one of whom you recognized as the guy you met this morning at the gas station. A semi-crushed box was at the feet of a boy wearing a straw hat, and a blonde guy with a scar on the left side of his face was coming into the garage from the house entrance.

You pressed your lips together and awkwardly glanced at the three guys. Internally, you were panicking since one of them was that Ace guy. You were about to say something, but the boy with the straw hat was the first person to speak.

“Oh, hi! My name is Monkey D Luffy! Nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, greeting you with the biggest and purest smile you’ve ever seen.

You stare at Luffy in complete disbelief at how easily he forgot about the box he’d dropped on the floor. Ace lightly hit Luffy upside the head with a scowl on his face. “This is why I told you not to help! You broke whatever was in this box!” he exclaimed while gesturing to the box at Luffy’s feet.

“Oh yeah, guess I did. Whoops,” Luffy said while still grinning as he scratched the back of his head.

The blonde guy sighed and shook his head while stepping into the garage. “Sorry about them. Is there something we can help you with?” he asked with a kind smile.

“O-oh, um,” you began, “I live next door with my family and just got home. I noticed the moving truck, so I came to see who was moving in; then, I heard a crashing sound and thought someone might be hurt... you know the rest.”

The blonde guy nodded in understanding, placing a hand on his chin. “I see. Well, we were planning on introducing ourselves to you and your family along with our other neighbors, so now's as good a time as any,” he explained with a charming smile. “And thank you for your concern; it honestly means a lot.”

During the entire conversation, you could feel Ace’s gaze burning holes into you like earlier, seeming to completely forget about Luffy for a moment. You swallowed hard, tried to ignore his gaze, and stayed focused on the blonde guy.

“Of course. It would suck if one of you got hurt after just moving here,” you said with a small laugh to try to ease the tension you felt. “My name is y/n l/n, by the way.”

“A pleasure to meet you, y/n. My name is Sabo,” he said, gently taking hold of your hand and lifting it to kiss your knuckles.

A bright red blush bloomed on your face from the gesture; all you could do was nod while looking away. Sabo laughed softly while lowering your hand from his lips. “I didn’t expect you to become so flustered,” he said with another small laugh. “Luffy already introduced himself, but this is-”

“Oh hey! Nice to see you again!” Ace suddenly butted into the conversation, moving himself between you and Sabo, making the blonde let go of your hand. You immediately stepped back, looking up at him with a forced smile.

“Y-yeah. Good to see you again,” you responded with a nervous laugh.

Sabo’s eyes widened, and he stepped back, then laughed awkwardly while folding his arms. “So you two have met each other?” he asked, seeming almost disappointed.

“Yep!” Ace answered before you could open your mouth. He turned on his heel and moved to stand right next to you. “I met her when going to the gas station this morning. She works there as a cashier. Though I did recognize her since I saw her leave the house next door really early this morning.”

“Wait, what?!” you exclaimed while scowling. “You already knew we were neighbors? Is that why you introduced yourself? You could have, oh, I don’t know, told me that instead of letting me think you were some creep passing through town!”

Ace grinned down at you and laughed joyfully, his aggression toward Sabo seemingly forgotten. “Whoa, whoa! Sorry! I didn’t think you’d freak out so much from someone being friendly!” he said playfully.

“I do when someone is being so pushy about knowing my name!” you retorted, which made him laugh more, much to your dismay.

“Ace,” Sabo suddenly said, his eyes narrowed as he frowned. “... Why did you go to the gas station this morning? We filled the car with gas when we arrived last night.”

Ace's playfulness instantly disappeared when Sabo questioned why he went to the gas station. Ace laughed while waving a hand dismissively. “That’s… not important right now!” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward a little. “Let’s focus on the fact we have such a kind and cute girl as our neighbor!”

Sabo didn’t stop looking at Ace with narrowed eyes. He turned his gaze to you, a somber expression on his face. “You work at the gas station, right? What did Ace buy?” he questioned.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking back and forth between Sabo and Ace. “Um… He bought a bunch of pocket lighters. Is that a problem?” you answered, then asked in confusion.

You saw Sabo’s jaw visibly clench as he sighed through his nose. He slowly shook his head, the expression on his face showing disappointment as he stared at Ace. You looked at Ace to see him looking away and whistling like Sabo wasn’t giving him a death glare. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the tense air between the two guys.

“So… should I go, or…?” you asked while stepping back.

You flinched a little when both Sabo and Ace answered simultaneously, the former saying yes and the latter saying no. You laughed nervously and took a few more steps back while pointing behind you with your thumbs.

“I-I think I’ll come visit you all later with my parents so we can all officially introduce each other. Because we’re neighbors and stuff,” you explained quickly, saying anything that came to mind to get away from the tension between Sabo and Ace. Before either of them could respond, you turned away and rushed back to and inside your house.

When your parents got home later that day, you told them about meeting the new neighbors next door. However, you left out the part where Sabo got upset with Ace about getting pocket lighters. You figured it would be better for you to forget that ever happened. Now, you were in your room checking over everything you had packed for the trip with your friends.

Music was blasting through your headphones, and you hummed along to the beat while looking through the clothes you had picked out. Deep down, you knew you didn't need to put this much effort into getting ready, especially since the Airbnb was an hour's drive from town, but you were just so excited to hang out with your friends for a whole week! Just thinking about hanging out with your friends with no one else around made you smile.

A sudden movement in the corner of your eye from your window had you yelping and turning to see what had moved. When you saw nothing, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and hesitantly walked to the window to look outside. Your face paled slightly when you noticed that your neighbor's window was across from your window, and you saw Ace leaning out the window with a big grin. He said something, but you couldn't hear him with the window closed and your headphones on. Hesitantly, you paused your music and removed your headphones before opening your window.

"Um… hi?" you said with a slight wave.

"Hey! How are you?" he asked, a grin still on his face.

You frown and lean against the window ledge. "Good… How are you?" you asked, not sure what Ace wanted.

Ace sighed and shrugged while placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "Could be better. After you left, Sabo lectured me about a bunch of stuff, but I honestly didn't listen to most of what he said," he responded, then chuckled softly.

"Oh. I'm sorry, that doesn't sound too great…" you said with a slight frown.

Ace just smiled and chuckled. "Don't apologize. I should be the one apologizing. You shouldn't have seen me and my brothers like that. You seemed uncomfortable."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you quickly shook your head while waving your hands. "No, don't apologize! I didn't want to intrude on your family business!" you explained, then paused. "Wait, you three are brothers?"

Ace hummed with a nod. "Yep! Not by blood, of course, but we're still brothers," he answered.

"Huh…" you mumble. "I thought you three were roommates."

Ace chuckled and straightened his posture while leaning out the window slightly more. "Yeah, we get told that a lot," he said. "That, and most people think Luffy and I are blood-related since we look so similar."

"I did think that too, actually. Sorry…" you admitted sheepishly.

Ace laughed softly and waved his hand dismissively. "You don't need to apologize. People make assumptions about people all the time; I know that better than most," he said and explained calmly, but you could see a sort of bitter sadness in his eyes.

"But enough about me, what are you doing?" he asked while peeking over your shoulder.

You quickly moved to hide your room from his gaze. A small, awkward laugh forced its way out of your lungs. "I'm just finishing up some packing for a trip I'm going on with my friends, haha…" you explained and hoped that satisfied his curiosity.

"Oh yeah? Where are you going?" he asked, genuinely interested.

You swallow hard and quickly glance back into your room. It wouldn't hurt to tell Ace, right? He somewhat redeemed himself from this morning when he told you he already knew you two were neighbors. Plus, he even apologized just now for having to see him and his brother argue. Now that you knew him a little, he didn't seem that bad.

"We're going to stay at an Airbnb for a week. It's about an hour's drive away from town," you answer, albeit hesitantly.

Ace stared at you for a couple of seconds before starting to laugh. "That doesn't sound like much of a trip to me," he commented.

Your face turned bright red, and you scowled. "What?! It's definitely a trip! You wouldn't be saying that if you saw how pretty this place looks!" you argued, which only made him laugh more.

"Really? Then why don't you show me, Firecracker?" he teased with a shit-eating grin.

Without a second thought, you stepped away from your window to pull your computer from where you packed it. You were grumbling under your breath weak insults about Ace as you pulled up the website. Once you had it up, you walked back to the window to show him the screen.

"See! This place is definitely worthy of a trip!" you said with a grin.

"Well, I can't see anything with you scrolling through the webpage so fast," he said, trying and failing to hide his laughter. "Why don't you come into my room so I can look at it properly."

"Huh?" you said, and your eyes widened. "Wait, you mean, like, come over to your house?"

"No, I mean climb over to my window. Hand me your computer first, then I'll help you over," Ace explained, leaning out the window more with his arms outstretched.

You quickly shook your head while backing away from your window. "I am not doing that," you say with a nervous laugh.

Ace pouted and let his arms drop. "Aw, come on! I promise I won't let you or your computer fall, okay?"

You swallowed hard, taking a moment to decide if you trusted him enough to pull you over to his room and be in his room. You knew it was a bad idea, a terrible idea even, but the need to prove him wrong about the trip with your friends outweighed your rational thinking.

"Fine," you eventually grumble while returning to the window. A wide smile spread across Ace's face as he lifted his arms again. "But I'll kick your ass if you drop my computer or me."

"Fair enough," he laughed.

Hesitantly, you stretched out your arms to give him your computer, and you could feel your heart pounding against your ribs when you let go of your computer. Your heart nearly stopped when he jokingly acted like he would drop your laptop. A scowl formed on your face as you glared at Ace, but he just laughed while pulling your computer into his room.

"Alright, now your turn," he said once he had his arms outstretched again.

"R-right…" you mumbled while nervously reaching out your arms for him to grab.

His touch was warm, much warmer than you expected. You tensed up as you felt his hands grip your forearms. He smiled at you before quickly yanking on your arms to pull you over to his room. A short scream ripped from your throat, and you crashed into Ace, making you both fall onto his bedroom floor. You groaned and rolled off of him to lay next to him on the floor.

"That was awesome," Ace said, turning his head to look at you with a giant grin.

"That was the opposite of awesome," you scowled.

After a moment, you sat up and went to his bed to grab your computer. You glanced around his room to see many fire-patterned things, even though most had just been pulled out of boxes. Even his bed's blanket had a flame pattern. You returned to Ace and sat beside him while your computer turned on. He sat up with a slight groan and placed his hands in his lap. You glanced at him, noticing how he was drilling holes into you again.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" you asked while logging into your computer.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked with an awkward laugh.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. "You keep staring at me, and it's honestly kind of unnerving."

"Oh shit, really?" he asked, seeming to genuinely feel guilty. "You're just so pretty I can't take my eyes off you.

You tensed up for a second and looked at Ace. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to see if he was lying or messing with you. "... Thanks," you eventually responded, focusing back on your computer as a light blush appeared on your face.

"Aww, Firecracker is embarrassed," he sang while poking your cheek.

"No, I'm not! Now look at the Airbnb," you quickly said while turning your computer a little so he could see the screen.

Ace hummed softly as he looked through the pictures of the Airbnb farmhouse. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "I guess it looks like a nice place," he said.

"What do you mean 'I guess'? It's a stunning place!" you argued, then sighed and closed the computer before putting it aside. "By the way… What's with all the fire and flame in your room?"

Ace's eyes lit up, and a genuinely happy smile appeared. "I've always liked fire. Just looking at it soothes me and makes me feel whole. I go through lighters fast because I sit and watch the fire," he explained before standing up and walking over to one of the boxes in the room.

"So that's why you bought all those lighters?" you asked.

"Yep!" he answered while digging through a moving box. "Sabo calls it an addiction and says I should stop wasting lighters just to stare at the fire, but when I'm stressed, I can't help myself from lighting one."

You slowly nod, not fully understanding, but you still kind of get it. "Yeah, I guess fire can be pretty to look at sometimes," you agreed.

"More like all the time," he said with a chuckle while pulling out a lighter. "This here is my favorite lighter. A friend gave it to me a long time ago, and every time I light it, it looks like the fire is alive."

Ace quickly came back over to you and sat down next to you. He carefully handed you a bright orange lighter with red circles wrapping around just under the lighter's lid. On one side was a blue smiley face, grinning, and on the other was a similar smiley face but frowning instead of grinning. You could tell it was old, with some paint chipping at the edges, but it looked pristine.

"Wow…" you mumbled while handing it back to Ace. "It suits you."

"Thanks," Ace said with a slight chuckle. He flipped the lid open and ignited the lighter to create a small fire.

You and Ace sat together for a while; you weren't sure how long. You just stared at the fire created by the lighter. He was right when he said the fire looked like it was alive. The flame danced and flicked constantly like it would go out, but it never did. Eventually, you glanced at Ace's face to see him intently staring at the fire, almost like he was jealous of how it burned.

The moment ended when someone knocked on Ace's bedroom door. You and Ace flinched in surprise, and he closed the lighter before standing up.

"Ace! Sabo said we had to wait for you before eating, but I'm huuuuuungrrrrry!" whined Luffy as he kept knocking on the door. "Come downstairs already!"

You scrambled to the window, strangely scared to get caught in Ace's room. Ace quickly began helping you climb out his window and back to your room.

"How am I supposed to get back over?" you whispered to Ace. "I know this was a bad idea; I shouldn't have listened to you!"

"Yeah, well, too late for that," he whispered back. "Okay, I'm going to hold you by the waist and stretch you out the window so you can grab hold of the window ledge. Got it? Okay, let's go"

"Wait, no, I don't get it-" you tried to say, but he was already pushing you out the window.

You squeaked, quickly reached the window ledge, and grabbed it as tightly as possible. Much to your dismay, you slowly began pulling yourself through your window and back into your bedroom. You heard a door opening behind you, and suddenly, you were pushed inside your room and fell onto the floor.

"Ow…" you mumbled while slowly getting up.

You looked back at the window to Ace's room, seeing it was now closed and the curtains pulled together. A slight frown appeared, and you sighed before closing your window and the curtains.

The following day, you woke up bright and early, excited to meet up with your friends before heading to the Airbnb. The three of you planned to only use one car to save gas because you didn't see a reason for having three cars when you’d be staying at Airbnb the whole time.

You put your suitcase and all your bags into the trunk of your car and said goodbye to your parents before getting in to pick up your friends. Tyler didn’t have much luggage to put in the car, but Poppy practically filled the back with all her bags. Most of it was her health care products and other things she used to care for her skin.

Once everything was squished into the car, you and your friends headed to the Airbnb. The drive there was full of karaoke and excited talk about the plans to be lazy for the next week. The drive felt short as soon as you pulled up to the farmhouse. It was huge, and surrounding it were fields with no other buildings in the distance. It's the perfect place to forget about the rest of the world for a while.

You parked the car, and then you and your friends exited the vehicle. You quickly bring in all the suitcases, not bothering to unpack yet as you explore the farmhouse. The three of you went through each room slowly, taking your time to enjoy the house's atmosphere, and before you knew it, the sky had already grown dark.

Now that it was night, you and your friends began to work on unpacking the things you will need immediately tonight and for tomorrow morning. However, as you pulled items out of your suitcase, you realized something was missing.

“Oh crap,” you mumbled while pulling everything out of your suitcase.

Tyler looked over at you and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, worried.

“I think I forgot my computer at home,” you quickly say while looking up at your friend with panic.

“How did you forget your computer?” Poppy asked in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. “I thought you were all packed up days ago!”

“I-I was! Maybe I pulled it out to use it sometime? I-I don’t know, but I need to go get my computer!” you explain while standing up and grabbing the car keys.

Poppy quickly blocked your path as you walked to the front. She folded her arms and glared at you while shaking her head. “We all agreed not to leave the Airbnb unless it was an emergency. I don’t think not having your computer is that big of an emergency,” she frowned.

You groaned in frustration and shook your head. “Yes, it is! All the plans I had for this next week are there, plus the three of us can’t play video games together if I don’t have my computer! I swear I’ll be fast, and it’s late enough that most people won’t be on the roads. Please, Poppy, just let me go back to get my computer real fast,” you pleaded with your friend.

“I-I agree with y/n,” Tyler chimed in. “Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for her to head back. It’s our first day here, Poppy.”

Poppy glanced between you and Tyler a couple of times, the frown on her face becoming a scowl. “Fine. Go get your computer. I won’t be waiting up for you,” she scoffed before walking past you.

You frown at your friend, suddenly having a sinking feeling in your gut, but only nod and wave before you rush outside. You unlocked the car and got inside while reaching around the wheel to start the car. Once you were buckled in and the engine was on, you drove off into the night.

When you were about halfway back to town, you remembered where you left your computer. It was in Ace’s room from when you showed him pictures of the Airbnb. You cursed under your breath, then sighed before turning the car around. It was late, and you didn’t want to bother your neighbor at this time of night. You knew Poppy would be pissed with you, but it’d be better to get it in the morning. A slight frown appeared as you thought about how much this might affect the rest of the trip. Poppy will probably be agitated for the next few days,

You saw the smoke and flames before reaching the farmhouse's driveway. Panic flooded your senses as you floored the gas pedal, hoping you could save your friends from a fiery death. Your mind reeled as you tried to imagine what could have caused a fire. Your friends could be dumb sometimes, sure, but not that dumb.

When the farmhouse came into view, you slammed on the brakes to slow down even though you knew you'd need to get a replacement. You scrambled out of the car when it came to a stop and went to rush inside. However, you stopped short upon seeing the outline of a person standing in front of the building. 

You couldn’t tell who he was because of the mask he wore, but your body froze when you saw the lighter in his hand. He absentmindedly flicked it open and closed, sounding like nails on a chalkboard to your ears since you recognized the bright orange lighter. He had yet to notice you despite how loud your car probably was when you slammed on the brakes. He looked too focused on watching the flames destroying the farmhouse. Swallowing hard, you carefully and quietly began to approach him. You really, really hoped that you were wrong and that this freak just happened to have the same lighter as your new neighbor.

He stopped messing with the lighter as you got close enough to touch him. You immediately stopped moving, adrenaline pumping through your veins. He groaned in annoyance and rolled his neck to lean his head to the side.

"I swear to god, Luffy, don't fucking try to sneak up on-" he started talking, but you quickly pounced on him before he could finish.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, so it was hard for you to get any leverage while wrestling him on the ground. Though it didn't seem to matter from how easily he overpowered you, despite your best efforts. You were still kicking and fighting against him when he pinned you to the ground with his body weight. He didn't bother with pinning your arms down and instead focused on keeping your body under him.

"... Holy shit," he mumbled, grabbing you by the hair to pull your head back to look at your face.

The man who pinned you to the ground took off his mask and then threw it to the side. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of your new neighbor, Ace, hovering above you and staring down at you in what looked like disbelief. However, that didn't last long, as a grin soon split across his face.

"Holy fucking, shit," he laughed while moving down to have his nose touching yours. "I thought you were in the building with your friends… I should’ve guessed you were gone since I didn’t see a car when-"

"Go to hell!" you screamed at him, tears of frustration in your eyes as you kept trying to get out from under him.

Ace's eyes narrowed, and he glared down at you, a scowl quickly replacing the grin on his face. A scream tore from your throat as he yanked your hair, pulling out some strands. He forced your head to tilt back as he moved his mouth to your ear.

"Don't fucking interrupt me. I don't want to kill you but keep interrupting me, and I'll turn you into a charred corpse like your friends inside," he growled into your ear, practically kissing it with how close he was.

His threat made you tense up and stop struggling. A shiver ran down your spine from feeling how his scowl turned into a grin. "That's better," he hummed, lifting his head to look down at you.

You began trembling in fear as he stared down at you; a mixture of lust and obsession swirled in his eyes. There was also a spark in his eyes that was terrifyingly similar to the ones you'd see in the eyes of someone who just won the lottery. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly.

"I thought it’d be easy to kill you, like Sabo said," he whispered, and you felt disgust form in your gut from how sensual his tone sounded. “Should’ve known the love of my life wouldn’t go down so easily.”

"The only reason I tried was because fucking Sabo said getting close to anyone would end badly. It was him who convinced me to kill you along with your friends," he continued, slowly sliding his hand down your neck to your body.

"Wha-" you began to say but quickly stopped when Ace glared down at you.

He sucked in some air and shivered, a light flush appearing on his freckled face. "Fuck you're so easy to scare into submission," he groaned while rutting his hips against you.

You screamed and thrashed under him, only to hear him laughing with genuine joy. You flinched when you felt his warm hand slip under your shirt. Shaking your head, you tried to push his arm away from under your shirt, but he didn't budge even a little bit.

"Even your screams are gorgeous," he sighed, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I've wanted to make you mine since the first time I saw you," he admitted with an almost shy grin. "Everything about you turns me on and makes me happy..." he continued, rutting his hips against you again, watching with a sick glee as more tears welled up in your eyes.

“Like that time a few days ago when you were at the park with your friends. I was so jealous of that popsicle you were eating. I couldn’t stop imagining that instead of a popsicle, you were sucking my cock. Swallowing my cum like a good girl,” he explained, his breathing heavy. “Or when you came into my room to hang out. God, I wanted to burn off your clothes so badly to feel your skin against mine.”

He slipped his hand under your bra and roughly cupped your left breast with his hand. He squeezed, making you cry out in pain, and slowly began to massage it. He bit his lower lip while looking you in the eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady. “That’s why Sabo wanted you dead,” he admitted like it was completely normal. “He said you would be a distraction from our work. He actually wanted to kill you himself since you were so cute, but there was no way in hell I’d let that happen. If someone was going to kill you, it was going to me. I saw you first, I met you first, you’re mine.”

If you didn’t think he was out of his mind before, you were sure of it now. You continued trying to push Ace away, but everything you did went completely unnoticed by him, and you swore he was actually turned on by how much you were struggling. What’s worse is that you could feel unwelcome arousal starting to boil in your core.

“You like me too, right?” he suddenly asked while swiping his thumb over your perky nipple, causing you to yelp and squirm. “You trusted me enough to pull you over into my room. Hell, you trusted me enough to come into my room.”

“I only went into your room to prove you wrong,” you hissed angrily. “How could I ever like the person who killed my two best friends? I fucking hate you, Ace.”

Ace froze and stopped moving. He stared down at you, his eyes widening and gaining a far-off look. He swallowed hard, making his adam's apple bounce. Suddenly, he tore your shirt and bra off while his breathing got heavier. A chill ran down your spine from the lukewarm air brushing against your skin. The gravely road rubbed against your back, making you whimper in pain while trying to push Ace away. He buried his face into your neck and aggressively kissed and nipped at your skin.

“You’re lying,” he hissed, letting go of your hair to grab your shoulders and pin you to the ground. “You do love me. You have to love me; there’s no way you don’t love me,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly with desperation.

 You shook your head, grabbing the back of his head with his hair before trying to pull him away from your neck. “No, I don’t! I don’t love you! Maybe I liked you once for a second, but that was before you murdered my friends!” you screamed while tears started rolling down your face.

The reality of your friend’s deaths was slowly sinking into your thoughts, but you tried to push away the way you wanted to mourn your friends right now. Before you can do anything, you need to get away from Ace.

“SHUT UP!” Ace yelled, his voice frantic, mixed with anger and desperation. “I love you too much to let you not love me! You do love me! You will love me!”

Suddenly, he took a hand off your shoulder to move down and lift up your hips. He quickly began pulling off your pants and underwear, ignoring the screams and insults you threw at him. He tossed the last of your clothes behind him and wrapped your legs around his hips. A dry laugh came from him when he saw how some of your slick was staining his pants.

“You keep saying you don’t love me, but clearly you do since you seem to be enjoying how I’m treating you,” he said in a deep, rough tone. “Does my Firecracker have a filthy brain? Such a naughty girl… not that I’m complaining.”

You yelped and threw your head back as he thrust the bulge in his pants against your bare cunt and clit. He let out a deep, shaky sigh while leaning his head against your shoulder. “This wasn’t how I planned our first time together would be, but this is as good a place as any,” he mumbled, continuing to move his hips against you. “I wanted us to fuck in my room, make it all romantic while making you cum over and over. Then I’d fuck you properly and make you feel nice and full. Maybe we can still do that sometime, huh?”

“F-fuck you,” you hissed angrily, hating the way he dragged out the arousal deep inside you.

“I’d rather fuck you instead,” he whispered into your ear.

“I know I should help you get ready to take my cock, but fuck I can’t wait any longer,” he suddenly whispered while shifting a little to take off his pants.

Your eyes widened in panic, and you quickly shook your head and pounded your fists against his chest. He didn’t take his pants and boxers off all the way, just enough to let his cock spring free. You glanced down to see how pre-cum was smeared all over the rip and dripping down the shaft. There was no way you’d be able to take him right now, so you desperately began trying to get away from him.

“Let go of me! Go away! I hate you!” you screamed while tears rolled down your face.

You watched how his eye twitched slightly while he carefully aligned himself with your hole. “Ya know, I was going to be considerate and let you take me in slowly, but since you keep saying shit like that and I’ll just push in all at once.”

He thrusted his length inside you before you got the chance to respond. You threw your head back and cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You heard how he groaned and sucked in his breath, and you weakly lifted your head to look at him. He was staring down at you, taking in every little movement of your face as you got used to him inside you, and you hoped with all your might that he wouldn’t move yet.

To your disgust, Ace gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. Touching his skin felt like you were in the burning building; everywhere he touched, it felt like a burn should have been left behind. Still, his body's warmth was unnaturally comforting, and you hated it.

Soon, Ace slowly pulled out of your pussy till only his tip was inside, then sharply thrusted back inside you. Your body jolted, and you gasped while trying to cling to him the best you could. He chuckled softly while rubbing circles into your back as he slowly began repeating those motions, the sound of skin slapping ringing in your ears.

“F-fuck, you're tight,” he mumbled before kissing you hard on the lips, keeping that steady pace as he carved a path deep inside you.

A small sob fell from your lips while he kissed you passionately. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the feeling of his lips on yours, but that only made you acutely aware of how well he was fucking you. He forced his tongue into your mouth and explored wildly while his pace slowly sped up. The way he kissed you felt suffocating, and soon, you harshly bit his lower lip in an attempt to make him pull away. Instead, he just groaned and kissed you harder, like he was trying to swallow you whole.

Soon, a fog of pleasure began settling in your mind despite your best efforts to ignore the arousal and pleasure Ace was giving you. You slowly started to cling to him more desperately, aching to reach a high you never wanted in the first place. That fog only solidified as Ace began rubbing circles against your clit. Your fingernails dug into his back, making thin crescent marks that started to turn red.

“G-gonna make you cum first,” Ace mumbled against your lips. “Wanna see the cute fucked out expression you’ll have.”

You absentmindedly nodded in agreement as you began rocking your hips to meet his thrusts. The heat in your core grew hotter by the second, threatening to go past the metaphorical boiling point. A small squeak got caught in your throat, and your eyes rolled back a little as you felt the rush of your high washing over you all at once, your cum coating his cock and spurring him to keep going. Ace pulled away from the kiss to look at your face, admiring the tear streaks and drool leaving your mouth.

“You're so cute,” he whispered in a husky voice, biting his lip while staring down at you. “You can cum one more time for me, yeah? I-I don’t wanna stop feeling your pussy yet.”

You quickly shook your head as the pleasure slowly crept into the area of pain. “‘s too much-” you babbled with a small hick-up.

“No, no, you can do it. Give me one more. Wanna feel your cute cunt sucking me in again,” Ace groaned as he rubbed your clit faster.

A whimper left you as you leaned your head against his shoulder, clinging to him as your body shook from the overload of pleasure running through your veins. Your toes curled, and you moaned with each harsh slap of his hips against yours. You could barely think, let alone pay attention or remember the crimes he had committed just while you were away from your friends.

A scream of pleasure ripped from your throat as you creamed on his dick again. Your head leaned back, and you breathed hard to get air back into your lungs as you recovered from reaching your second high. Ace squeezed your body against his while beginning to thrust into you wildly, chasing his own release as he basked in the feeling of your gummy walls around his dick.

“L-love you,” you mumbled, not thinking straight. “Love you so much,” you continued while moving to lean your forehead against Ace's.

Ace’s eyes locked with yours, little hearts practically in his eyes. “Say it again,” he demanded. “Say that you love me.”

“I-I love you,” you repeated, slowly beginning to say that repeatedly under your breath.

Hearing that, Ace thrust deep inside you, groaning as he released his seed into the deepest parts of your cunt. He breathed hard, still squeezing your body against his as a wave of tiredness began washing over him. “Love you too, Firecracker,” he mumbled, a manic grin on his face before he fell asleep on top of you.

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[the-one-who-lambs]

uhh hello!! sorry if this is a tall order LOL but I wanna ask, do you have any narilamb fanfic recs? :D I already read yours and I really like bamsara’s and I’m waiting for epicaandk’s to update (that one is my fav ever <3) but idk what to read now lol

Tall order?? Naaaaah, I'm always happy to give recs. Oh boy, I'm gonna go in reverse chronological order.

If you've read all of my narilamb fics (have you seriously? I'm impressed, that's probably well over half the 150k+ I've written for this damn fandom. Also, to anyone seeing this from a reblog, my stuff is over at onethirdofimpossible!) then here we go!

You already mentioned it, but The Rehabilitation of Death is excellent so far! This one is by @bamsara who is new to the CotL fandom but apparently not new to fanfic writing; they have a really popular FNAF fic and I assume the well-deserved attention this fic's been getting is a byproduct of the popularity they've already gotten in other fandoms. :D Welcome, bamsara! Many of the fic writers in this fandom are friends with each other already, but we don't bite if you wanna say hi.

Feel No Evil and Language Barrier, both by @payasita. I always love how payasita portrays this duo (in both digital art and writing), with so much sass and repressed loneliness, knowing they're stuck together for eternity and making the best of it. (And maybe falling in love, depending on how dense Narinder keeps being.) What makes these come alive for me is how well thought out the setting is outside the Lamb and Narinder. The descriptions and weight of emotions really pop here.

LITERALLY ANYTHING written by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Depending on how spicy you want your fics to be he has even more here. Character analysis, diction, pacing, etc. are consistently 10/10. Top-quality banter between a sassy Lamb and tired old man Narinder. We constantly bounce ideas off each other and inspire each other a lot but I promise I'm not hyping him up just because he's my friend oh my god please just go bless your eyes.

It Was For You, O Death by blueberry-muffin-massacre (if they have a tumblr, let me know so I can tag!). An intriguing alternative ending to the final battle wherein the Lamb chooses a secret third option by refusing to give up the Red Crown and still observing Narinder as the God of Death. So many details are so well thought out and duality their relationship is nicely characterized-- both genuine care for each other and also quite unhealthy. A fine line treaded well!

Confessional by jusmove (again, lmk if they have a tumblr). Been a while since I've read it, but I love how the Lamb chips at Narinder's very carefully built emotional walls. Their personalities are very well fleshed out here, especially Narinder's cognitive dissonance at being able to process love.

Confession by @thewitchoftheweed. I didn't expect a part two to this one, but my god I was so thrilled when it did update. Narinder and Lamb with their unique and parallel loneliness and their fucked-up sense of everything. Their relationship is very rocky here, and I love how they navigate it: with tension and eventual, pained acceptance. Mind the rating.

Of Character Development and Being Dense by @calliecature. A short and sweet narilamb classic. They're both mutually pining and one of them is too emotionally repressed to realize it. Guess who.

Not An Offering, But a Gift by @checkplzjuliet. Small confession fic. I especially love how Narinder's descriptions twist the knife of his situation here, and how Lambert is a total foil for him! There are a lot of good things happening in such a short span, which is impressive.

Also, if you think you've read all my narilamb fics... I do have a secret one out there too. Just so you know.

Happy reading!

I'm already friends with many of the people here, but if any of the writers I've tagged have been kinda wanting to reach out for a while but feel a little anxious... Don't be. I've made my best friends in this fandom by literally just waiting for some of my readers to get over whatever assumption they have that I'm cool and say hi. Or being the more confident one first.

[levi-4uckerman]

hello I have a req :D Gojo tears up after yn gives him forehead kiss 🤭

ok anon bet

thank u for the req 💗 i put my own lil spin on it, i hope u still enjoy it!!!

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Satoru Gojo hadn’t been the same since Suguru Geto’s untimely demise.

The consequences of his death aside, Satoru had lost something much bigger than just an old friend. Suguru was his confidante, now a stranger with all of his secrets.

Satoru had merely made sure that those secrets would never see the light of day. The depths of Suguru Geto’s depravity would, never again, see the light of day.

“Gojo? Helloooo? Are you listening?”

Baby blues flared to life, meeting your concerned gaze. He’d done it again, let his mind wander to… unsavory places. He forced a tight lipped smile. “Of course. You were telling me about, uh… your thing with the, uhm. Thing?”

“Have you been getting enough sleep lately?” You inquired lightly. You placed your hand gingerly against his milky skin, feeling for a fever. “You could be sick.”

Satoru took a deep breath and held it. You didn’t know. To you, he probably just seemed stressed. Out of it. You didn’t know that he hadn’t been sleeping, you didn’t know about the walking nightmare that his life had become after he killed his best friend.

“Here, come, let me heal you,” you said, ushering him into your office. “You obviously haven’t been healing yourself.”

He wondered idly if your technique reversal could heal wounds that even he couldn’t see.

Like the big, gaping hole in his chest.

The thrum of your technique filled him with warmth, made him feel lighter. You were always much more gentle with your power than Shoko, whose hands were always too rough and her prodding too deep. He dared even relax a bit as you fussed over him, healing various little wounds he’d incurred and forgotten about.

He noticed, suddenly, how close you’d gotten. You peered into his eyes and frowned at whatever you saw in them. “You have some ocular damage,” you said. “Have you been wearing your blindfold?”

For the first time in a long time, Satoru was speechless. He was too busy, too fixated on the way your genuine concern felt in his soul, settled warm within his belly. When was the last time someone cared?

“I know you’re sensitive about your eyes,” you continued, furrowed brows and all. “Did you… want to heal them yourself?”

He knew he probably should. And yet… you were so close to him. Your perfume smelled so nice. Your heartbeat, unnaturally audible yet oddly calming, so sweetly in his ears. Why… why couldn’t he tell you no?

“Nah,” he said, hoping to sound even a modicum like himself. “You do it.”

You pulled up a stool, stepping up so that the peaks of his snowy hair was about an inch or so lower than the top of your own head. You were so close that his breath tickled your face in a way that you were certain was less than decent. “The eyes are complex and sensitive organs,” you explained. “I need to be careful here.”

Satoru swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Do what you have to do.”

And so, with a hand braced in each side of the strongest sorcerer’s head, you concentrated your technique on the most valuable eyes in the world.

In that moment, you realized something about your technique. You realized that, 1.) eyes were, in fact, windows to the soul. And 2.) you could do more with eyes than just clean them.

You saw it, him standing over Suguru’s body, the life leaving his crumpled form. You saw the blood trickling from beneath his former best friend, the way the world tilted as Satoru turned sharply and walked away forever. You saw it. You saw it all.

Warm, firm hands gripped your arms, pulling you from your thoughts. Satoru’s eyes were squeezed shut, his expression tense as he clung to you. His fingers tightened around your wrists, and without thinking, you tilted your face up and pressed your lips softly to his forehead. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin, making no effort to stop your technique from binding you together.

Breathing in your scent, Satoru’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew, then, exactly what had happened. Exactly what you had seen. He didn’t know how, and didn’t particularly care— because it felt so good for something to just be known without him having to explain it. He didn’t want to relive it. He didn’t want to talk about it. But god, did it feel good to be vulnerable about it. Before he realized what was happening, he felt the wetness on his cheeks. Warm, sticky wetness that clung to his snowy lashes. For a moment, he even thought that it was you crying.

Because he was the strongest, right? And the strongest didn’t…

“I’m so sorry,” you just repeated, pulling him closer to you.

“It’s oka—“

“It’s not,” you said, pulling away to look him in the eyes. Those big, dumb, beautiful eyes. “It’s not.”

And for once, in the tiny, cramped office/morgue that you shared with Shoko at Jujutsu High, Satoru felt like he could be something other than the strongest.

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i’m not great at writing angst/fluff/comfort like that hahaha but i love practice! 💗 hit me w ur requests and help me grow as a writer ✍️ 💕

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

I saw a post by @bellenotthebeast about the hate drivers are getting at the moment and this is a written version of what I put in the tags of my reblog because I didn't realise I was going to go on a rant when I tapped on the reblog button.

734 words just in case you were wondering.

All of the hate that drivers get for making mistakes is getting absolutely out of hand. It's frankly ridiculous how many people will jump at the chance to nitpick and be rude about another driver and whatever mistake they made minor or not. (This is specifically in relation to comments taken severly out of a very important bit of context and actual driving moments, if there is something serious then yes I think they should be held accountable for their actions, just because they're rich and in a very elite sport should not make them immune from accountability even though it does appear to sometimes.)

The stuff with Lando is actually sickening with how far its gotten. None of them should have to see that. In fact, no one, f1 driver or not, should ever see or hear such horrible things that people are saying to or about them. The death threats???? Hello??? What the actual fuck were people thinking. The drivers are people too the fans of those drivers are people. Get a grip and don't fucking send death threats???? Is that really that hard to have basic human respect for other people???

I see hate so much. Be it in the comments of an edit on tiktok or on a fan page on Instagram. Even the drivers own comment section and the official F1 account. People. What the fuck. Be supportive of people, for goodness sake. Don't be dicks??? Is it so difficult to be nice to people? I can tell that, unfortunately, I'm going to be using that phrase a lot.

I want to see the positives in this sport too. I think with all of the hate, all the good things have been buried under the swathes of hate and pain ignorance in some cases. I want to read or watch a video on how driver A did something so well, even if it's small and insignificant in the overall. I really want to hear about the amazing defending, even if they did get overtaken eventually. I want to hear about them being so fucking happy with their Quali position. I want to hear them screaming down the radio when they get in the points. I want to hear the feedback on the drive, where things may have gone wrong, and even where people think things could have improved. I want to hear about the track and the conditions and how well everyone did and how the people and the fans and their teams are so proud of their achievements during the weekend.

The thing I do not want to see is - ew i hate driver B. EEK no driver C ruined everything. Driver D should crash into the barriers. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHEN THERE WERE COMMENTS HOPING DRIVERS WOULD DIE IN A CRASH. What the fuck is wrong with the people saying that???? That is NOT okay. EVER. Have you not seen how outraged Max Fewtrell was when someone said that they hoped Max V crashed and got hurt in his twitch chat room. He was furious. Saying how that wasn't okay and how fucked up it was to say something like that. Listen to Max for fucks sake please.

WE👏 DONT 👏KNOW 👏THEM👏.

They're public figures, and we only know the public side of them, not the side they reserve for behind closed doors. And for the fifth hundred time, we aren't entitled to know anything about them behind closed doors either. We dont have any ground to stand on to demand anything like that. Because who the fuck do you think you are to demand something like that. Seriously, some people need to understand that this ISN'T okay and the way these people are acting will NEVER be okay.

So just enjoy the sport.

Enjoy the drivers.

Enjoy watching their skills on the track.

Enjoy their interviews and their relationships together on and off the track.

Enjoy the side of them that we are allowed to see.

And stop hating unnecessarily.

Please, for the sake of the sport.

For the sake of the newer fans.

And for the sake of the drivers and their physical and mental health. You really need to think before you post. Think about the impacts it could have if something happens. Know that if your words are seen, that could be detrimental and how YOU played a part in something so horrible.

Thank you,

Ez

[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Jabberwock Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

↪ Haru Sagara:

Do you think he has time to play games? Got into it to bond with Ren and hope he can get Ren to get work done sometimes.

Might've also downloaded it because Rui wouldn't stop sobbing about his favourite character.

Would only play after a very long day when he doesn't have time to stop by Rui's bar.

Chose you as his selection because you comforted him in the selection?!?! like hello!?

Has to wait till chapter 3 to see you, which takes him a month or two because of how rarely he plays the game.

When he sees you stalking Ren's favourite character, he gets it, he gets the reasoning. Lockpicking and tracking are all necessary to keep others safe.

He just wishes you would stop using your stigma so it doesn't harm you. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CREATE DEATH FLAGS?

He wishes he could take care of you. If you want, he could even take care of your children.

You're so nice to his player character too! Like you're the only one who told him you're going to look for hints to break his curse :(((

He would propose right then and there.

Wants to buy merch so bad but,, broke. So he creates his own DIY merch! Plushies are made, keychains? They're a bit over the place but you would like it so he doesn't have any complaints.

ALSO, your home screen lines, some of them are so comforting, it makes him emotional. He loves you.

may or may not listen to your voice actor's other characters confessing or being generally comforting, he likes to think it's you. [Has them on repeat.]

100% has Taiga pull on your banners in exchange for anomalous meat. [The anomalous meat ends up being the Jabberwock-sourced worms, same as the one he gives to Mystery Diner.]

↪ Towa Otonashi

I had to think a while for this ngl.

only plays the game because Haru started it. Selected the same character Haru did, but then he meets you.

You're so silly!!! Like hello? You're so cute and you know flower language?! You also like Haru's favourite character and you're OP!??

You dislike the character he dislikes so he loves you more. You can be haters together <3

Makes flower crowns based on your colour scheme, even makes matching ones with Haru's favourite character. [Ren can suffer]

Also doesn't understand the gacha aspect but would likely blow up his phone if he doesn't get you.

Merch? MERCH OF YOU EXISTS?! You mean he doesn't have to look at you through a screen?

He's using Jabberwock's funding to get a cardboard cutout and bodypillow of you.

Drags you around on his walks in Jabberwock, and you both are on a silly date.

May or may not (will) get jealous when someone else likes you. They can't like you, only he can like you!

Will engage in ship wars, you can only be shipped with Haru's favourite character or him. [The Yandere Towa brain is taking over, *collapses*]

↪ Ren Shiranami:

It was originally just going to be a causal game he wanted to play.

Sees Character Selection Screen, deletes the game. Redownloads it after searching for which one is the best meta-wise.

Is indifferent to you, maybe relates to you.

Your character is very different than what he'd usually be into so even he's unsure why he likes you so much.

Generally speaking, he'd like you automatically if you're meta-based and he's the type of player who uses the skip button, probably will never read the story.

But when he does: Ren: "Oh, I don't like this character." also Ren: "Lmao this character is funny. ...wait a moment." Yeah, he likes them a bit funny. (even when you aren't trying to be funny, you end up making him grin.)

100% going to be a tsundere about liking you.

Gacha rates are horrendous, he's the type of player who loses the hard pity, goes to hard pity again but on single pulls to get you.

Your equipment didn't come home but it's okay, he'll get it on your rerun, he has you at the very least!

Bro spends too much money in game to even buy merch.

Writes fanfiction of you or his ship.

Every week the people wait for him to post the new chapter of his fanfiction of you x reader for the people, mostly for himself, but for the people.

Definitely fights with the fans of the character you don't like on twitter lol.

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[theodorecanaryhood]

The Bad Boy

Mafia! Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Jason meets a shy and quiet good boy and takes him as his assistant.

Warning: language, violence, smoking, sex and sexual acts

Blood went down the drain as Jason washed his hands, blood belonging to someone else.

Jason hadn’t had a run in like this for a while, Red Hood was just taking over as Jason found out of his role wasn’t getting very far.

The steam from the showers hot water filled the room as Jason stripped down. The heat from the water made Jason sigh, maybe a sigh of relief? Or maybe a sigh of having to do this again tomorrow?

Looking at himself in the mirror, with just his towel on, Jason looked at the tattoo filled torso as he spotted some more bruises.

‘Jay, y/n is here’ Roy called out from the other side of the bathroom door.

‘Be right there’ Jason called back, wiping himself dry with his towel.

Dressed in his signature black suit, Jason walked down the hall with his best friend and his brother, Roy.

His brother is other ways to how Dick, Tim and Damian are. Roy is the only one who stood by Jason. After Bruce’s death, Jason took over half of the Wayne foundation and built his empire from that.

‘Hello Mr Todd’ you said, nervously as Jason smiled.

He shook your hand as you smiled shyly, avoiding looking him in the eyes for too long. You’d heard about Jason and what he’s done, who he is.

‘Please, call me Jason Mr y/l/n’

‘Y/n’ you assured as Jason realised he was still holding your hand, pulling his hand away gently and pointing to the seat opposite his desk.

It wasn’t so much as an interview, it was more Jason getting to know you to understand your mentality. Why’d you want to work with someone like him, or rather work for.

Jason liked the sound of your experience and he seemed fine with allowing you into his world. But, you had no idea how you’d got here.

Jason also noted that you were quite nervous, shy even. Seemed so timid and polite that Jason couldn’t fathom why you were here.

Over the first few days, Jason had you mostly do office or house stuff. Collect his coffee and such in the morning.

See now, Jason has a temper and it gets bad often, Jason thought if you saw him in that role first thing you would run screaming. So, he had you do small things first.

‘What happened?’ You asked as you stood in the doorway and watched as Jason washed blood off his hands.

‘It’s nothing, just a misunderstanding’ Jason replied, urging you to not stand and watch.

The next day, you figured you would do something nice as it was coming to your first month of employment with Jason. You made a breakfast and took it up to Jason’s room.

You placed the breakfast tray on Jason’s ottoman, opening his curtains and began making his bed.

‘Morning’ Jason smiled as he walked into his bedroom in only his towel.

You got red in the face and flustered as you saw Jason in this form. You knew he was a big guy, but you didn’t realise how big.

‘This for me?’ Jason asked as he pointed to the tray.

You simply nodded as you felt your face turning red, Jason said a small thank you as he took his towel off from around his waist and dried himself.

Jason stood completely naked for a good minute as he dried himself with his towel, not even registering that you were standing there, nervous.

‘Do I make you nervous?’ Jason asked, looking at you as you seemed nervous all of a sudden.

You nodded a little as Jason threw his towel on the ground and walked over to you, you seeing Jason is big all over.

‘Don’t be nervous Mr y/l/n’ Jason smiles slyly, he takes the blanket from your hand.

‘What…?’ You stutter out as Jason grabs his clothes from behind you.

‘Was just getting my clothes, Sir’ Jason winked as he walked into his closet.

You spent the last 5 minutes in the bathroom trying to get rid of your hard on in your pants. You wrapped your fingers around the base and jerked until you had finished.

Jason’s face, body and big D energy was stuck in your head. You wouldn’t be able to do anything until you got rid of the problem in your pants.

Jason stood outside as he puffed on his cigarette, his lungs filled with the hot poison as he stood and watched the sun rise. Jason hadn’t slept much last night, he’d been thinking about how he felt bad for making you nervous.

‘Good morning’ you cheered as you appeared from the back door, Jason turned his head and smiled when he saw you.

‘Good morning Mr y/l/n, sleep well?’ Jason asked, you nodded as you approached.

‘I did, please call me y/n’ you said as Jason chuckled.

Jason offered you a cigarette, to which you politely declined. Jason carried on smoking as you stood and enjoyed the view of the sun coming up, along with glancing over at your boss every so often.

‘I just wanted to apologise, I feel like I should say sorry about yesterday’ Jason broke the minute silence.

‘It’s ok, if I had a body like that I would show it off too’ you laughed, Jason laughed also. Throwing his cigarette end on the ground and stepping on it.

Jason allowed you into the field for the first time with him, you and Roy were to stay by the car as Jason dealt with a deal breaker. Another crime lord had decided to break his deal and promise to Red Hood. Which Jason knew was unacceptable.

You stood outside with Roy as Jason went inside, alerting his presence while dressed in Red Hood gear.

‘Ding dong’ Red Hood called as he punched a thug in the jaw and the crime lord pulled his gun out.

‘Hood, who the fuck do you think you are barging in here like this?’ The crime lord asked.

Red Hood simply laughed as he pulled his gun out and shot the Lord in the knee.

‘You break a deal with Jason Todd, you get Red Hood. You break a fucking deal, I break your fucking skull’ Hood growled as the Lord cowered down.

‘I’m sorry, Sir’

‘Your attitude has changed then, Prescott. Do I need to break your skull?’ Hood asked, the crime lord shook his head.

‘And I don’t need to pay a visit again?’

‘No’

‘Great, so I’ll take this money as compensation for you testing my fucking patience, along with gas money’ Hood joked, picking up three wads of at least 12k.

Getting back home, Jason stripped off of his gear and took to the shower again.

You studied the Red Hood helmet as Jason appeared in the doorway, nothing but his towel again.

‘People are going to start talking about us if you keep catching me in my towel, sir’ Jason said as he walked over to his clothes laid out on the bed.

Dropping his towel to the floor as Jason stood naked, you once again becoming red in the face and nervous.

‘Sir?’ Jason gently called as you diverted your eyes to Jason’s.

‘Y/n please, Jason’ you reminded. Jason nodded as he took his attention back to his clothes.

It has been a good 7 months by now and you were curious as to what Jason wanted in life, he went to work on the field all day either as himself or the Hood. He’d go to bed and repeat.

Your question was whether or not Jason was into anyone, or hoping to have anyone in future.

The question was no longer an interest as you watched Jason, you’d never seen him lose his temper like this. It was something you never thought you would see.

The newest enemy had neglected to take Jason’s word seriously, had tried to get out of his deal. Jason did not take this too well and lifted the man off his feet and up against the wall.

‘You either go on your word, or I throw you through this fucking wall’ Jason said, surprisingly calm.

His face and body language said otherwise, you shivered as you saw this side of Jason.

You were quiet on the way home as you sat in the passengers seat, Jason drove you both back. Seeing as it was just the two of you.

Jason poured himself a glass of scotch as he hunched over the table, you put Jason’s gun back on the safe.

Jason lit a cigarette as he downed his scotch, pouring another one and a second for you. You took it, without still not saying much.

Jason grabbed your arm and held you in place, downing his second drink.

‘Do I scare you y/n?’ Jason asked, not looking at you.

You nodded a little as you replied with a simple yes. Jason sighed, pulling you closer to him as he took another puff of his cigarette.

‘Why?’ Jason asked now that he was looking at you, the smoke he exhaled went into your face.

‘Because’ you didn’t know what to say, Jason handed you his cigarette as he poured more scotch for you both.

Jason allowed you to sit and drink while he did the same, sitting drinking and smoking. As the two of you talked more you found every so often, Jason would edge closer to you.

Jason put his cigarette out as he leant in closer to you, the smell of smoke and scotch from Jason was strong, but not bad. Jason leant toward your face as he grabbed the back of your neck.

Jason’s lips felt incredible as he pulled you closer to him, your tongues battled against each other as Jason began taking your clothes off.

Before you could even register, Jason was naked and you were naked, you were in Jason’s bed with him. Your boss.

No recollection of time spent with each other, however you could hear the bed springs going crazy underneath you.

Jason held you down on the bed as he buried his length into you. Slamming so hard into your ass that it would surely hurt to sit down again.

Face down on the bed, Jason holding your arms behind your back with one hand, holding your shoulder with the other. You could feel Jason so deep inside you, you felt him so buried inside that your pleasure was coming.

You felt your heart racing as you gasped, spilling your seed from the amounts of pleasure. Trying to catch your breath, you could still feel Jason inside you.

Jason pulled out as he jerked his seed out of the head of his dick, spilling all over your back and asscheeks.

You remained where you were for a few seconds as you tried to register the fact that you’ve had sex with your boss, the Red Hood. Jason Todd.

Jason kissed your shoulder and down your back, Jason hummed a little as he came up to your face. Turning you around and kissing you again.

‘You ok?’ Jason asked as he stroked your face, you smiled and nodded.

The big and bad Red Hood, your boss, Jason Todd, was so different in this moment. He was so caring, kind and gentle. He pulled you in for a cuddle and held you in his arms all night.

[m-jelly]

Levi x Reader - chan but Persephone and Hades story. Like when Reader - chan was scared at first but slowly warmed up to him? (BTW Hades was literally the only guy who was faithful to his wife, Persephone. 🥰) Arigato!!!

A gift of petals

Levi x fem!reader

Gods AU, Hades and Persephone inspired, fluff, romance, falling in love, Gods, powers, becoming a couple.

Levi takes a small break from the underworld by going to the mortal realm. While there, he comes across a goddess he has never seen before. Levi falls for you and wants to know you more, but at first, you are scared of him. He leaves you gifts and tries to talk to you. As time goes on you warm up to the sweet man of death and see he's just an adorable flustered goofball.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

It was nice and warm around this time in the mortal real. The underworld was normally cool and a bit chilly, so a change in temperature was nice for once. There were no expectations for this little holiday, only to just relax and see how humans were living their lives.

The mortal realm seemed more beautiful than it did before, almost like something sweet hand entered the world and gave people hope. As Levi explored he heard people talking about how Spring had changed over the years, like now it was full of love and bursting with hope. Levi noticed it too because the goddess who normally did Spring was a bit uptight, she didn't like many people.

His travels led him to a grand field full of new life. The beauty and care were breathtaking to him. He moved down the hill and took a seat for a moment so he could just take it all in. Everything just moved him, he felt such comfort in this new Spring. He was so curious about who the Goddess was that hadn't stepped foot in the world of the Gods yet.

Levi held his breath when he saw a swirl of thick blossoms and petals, which slowly faded to reveal the most stunning woman he had ever seen. You were so breathtaking wearing a sweet white flowing dress that showed off your chest, as well as your waist. There was a slight pink hue to you as well.

He rose to his feet and moved closer to you. "So cute."

You smiled at your work and made a big oak tree grow tall. "Perfect."

"Hello."

You jumped and squealed at the deep male voice. You shot behind the tree and peeked out at the most handsome man you'd ever seen. "Mm."

Levi blushed hard. "I um...you...you're pretty...uh...I'm Le-Levi. Wh-what's your name?"

"Please don't hurt me."

Levi held his hands up. "I would never. I just want to say hello."

You whined a bit. "I've been hurt before."

"I just wanted to say I love your work. Y-you make beautiful things. A-And you are beautiful." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Mm, very beautiful."

You peered a little more. "You...are...handsome."

He moved closer as your words excited him. "Really?"

You gasped and quickly turned into a huge flower. "Stop."

He backed up. "I'm so sorry." He blushed. "I d-didn't mean to...I uh..." His shoulders dropped. "I'll back off. I don't want to scare you..." He turned and slowly walked away and mumbled to himself. "Everyone is so scared of me."

You turned back and felt so terrible. You could tell Levi was being truthful and that he meant no harm and he was utterly crushed that someone else was scared. So, you did something a little brave. You moved closer to him and with a bit of courage shouted your name at him.

Levi's eyes widened at hearing your name. He turned quickly and locked eyes with you. His heart hammered in his chest as the wind light played with your hair. He admired the sparkle in your eyes, you were adorable to him.

You gulped hard and said your name again. "Th-that's my name. C-Come back again, okay?"

He smiled at you. "I will."

Levi did just what you asked, he came back to the same spot every day so the two of you just got used to the other. You were warming up to him and being less scared and Levi was trying to be less flustered. However, when you both would catch each other's eyes, you would instantly become flustered.

He would bring you gifts, mainly flowers from the underworld that were mostly different shades of blue and black. He would place it near the tree then sit a distance from it and watch you. The two of you would shyly talk now and then.

As confidence grew between the two of you, you both wanted more. It was you who decided to make the next move. As Levi lay back and rested under the shade of your oak, you moved over to him and knelt above his head. You lightly touched his soft raven hair and formed a flower crown.

Levi frowned at hearing your hushed giggles. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. He sucked in the air as his heart raced. "H-Hello."

You smiled softly. "I made you something."

He sat up and turned a little to gaze at you. "Wh-what did you make me?"

You reached over and lifted the crown off his head and showed him. "A flower crown. You're the God of death and the underworld, you're basically king. A King needs a crown."

His cheeks burned. "Th-thank you." He lowered his head. "C-Could you?"

You placed the crown on his head. "A cute king."

He lifted his head and smiled at you. "Thank you." He leaned closer and kissed your cheek, it was pure instinct to do it. He pulled back. "S-sorry if...I should have asked." He blushed when he saw flowers everywhere. "So many flowers. What happened?"

You crawled towards him and kissed him. You pulled back and noticed more flowers around you both. You smiled and kissed him again as Levi sat there blushing hard. "You make me bloom more."

Levi cupped the side of your face. "You make me bloom too. I like you so much. I want you as mine."

You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around him. You hugged him and hummed in happiness. "I want to be yours."

He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers as his eyes studied your face. He gasped when you kissed him again. "Y-You keep...you fluster me."

"Do you not like kisses?"

He cupped the side of your face. "I love them." He pressed his lips against yours and then lightly nipped your lip. When your lips parted his tongue slipped into your mouth. He moaned in delight.

You clung to Levi and kissed him back with just as much passion. You adored Levi so much. You couldn't believe that the man you used to be scared of was now always in your heart. You pushed him down against the ground as you kept kissing him.

You released Levi's lips and lay against him as the sun warmed you both up. "I'm happy."

Levi held you tightly. "I want to be with you. I'm worried though."

You leaned up and looked down at him. "Worried?"

"You belong here and I'm from the underworld. You create life and I take it." He sat up with you. "I have to go back to my world. I have a job there." He kissed you. "I will visit you often, I promise."

"I can't go with you?"

He shook his head. "Spring should be here, not in the underworld." He kissed you again. "I want to spend one last wonderful day with you."

Each moment with Levi was blissful. The two of you kissed often, hugged and ran around the field together. For a small moment, you danced under the full moon with whispers of adoration, devotion and love. When it got very late, you held each other on a bed of flowers under your tree.

As morning came, you parted with tears from both of you. Levi left you with love-filled promises and you knew very well he would honour them. However, your longing for the sweetest man in the universe grew. So, you travelled through the lands until you got to the famous river of Styx.

For a while, you pondered on what to send to your lover. So many things raced through your mind, but you knew there was one thing that would hint to him you longed to see him. With a delicate touch, you poured petals into the water and watched them float along and into the underworld.

Levi adjusted his suit and tapped on his smartphone as he gave out orders. He has sent you some gifts, but his heart longed for you. It'd been days since he tasted the sweetness that was your lips and held your warm body. He felt he would go mad if he were not to see you again.

"Sir? There is something in the river."

Levi paused and looked at one of his workers. "Something in the river?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

The worker guided his boss to the river before pointing to the petals gently flowing along. "See? Why aren't they dead?"

Levi's heart raced in his chest. Seeing the petals float along and not be drained of life meant that if you were to be with him, he would not drain you of beauty and life. He ordered for a jar to be handed to him. Once he had the jar, he scooped up the petals and admired them.

"Leviii!"

He looked up at a soft and loving voice calling him. His heart stopped when he saw you standing in the boat with Charon rowing it, a sweet smile on his face and a necklace made of flowers. Levi panicked when you jumped out of the boat early, he feared the river would hurt you because you were so full of life, but you easily splashed around in the river like it was just water and ran over to him.

You giggled as you held your dress up. "Leviii!" You leapt into his arms and squealed in delight. "Levi!"

He held you tightly and sighed your name. "Oh, my love, my darling, my sweet moonlight. How are you here?"

You showered his face with kisses. "I was sending petals to you when Charon came by and asked what I was doing. So, I asked him for a ride. I have no money, so I made him lots of flower gifts!" You grinned. "Doesn't he look cute?"

Charon was talking to Levi's workers and showing off his gifts with pride. "All the mortals will love me and feel comfortable coming with me now!"

Levi held you like a bride. "My sweet love, you are too kind."

You kicked your feet. "I just wanted to see you. I could barely sleep, eat or think without you. You're my world, Levi. There is not Spring and hope without you."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "You belong in the mortal world, not in a cold place of death."

"I belong with you. I will give up everything to be with you."

Levi purred in delight. "Well, I was going to say you belong in the mortal world, not in a cold place of death. However, you will remain here with me because I will never let you go back. You are mine and I am yours."

You felt your cheeks burn. "Levi, I wish to eat the forbidden pomegranate so that I may always be with you." You tilted your head and moved your lips closer. "I know very well it starts with you and your body."

Levi's body vibrated at your hint, you were suggesting that you wanted to eat him. "My darling love, tonight you are the pomegranate and I will eat all of you and enjoy every last drop."

[angeart]

I am trying to be a patient anon and not send too much before you finish your Mimic/Juni rambles before asking for more rambles (I love him, he did A Big Bad but I love him)

but you called attention to it so what happened to Scar's ear?? D:

(honestly wasn't sure if I should ask you or Link cuz its Link's art but I saw your post first this morning so.... :x)

-🎀

HELLO there is no need to hold back and be patient <33 I love seeing you in my asks and always get excited! Also also also! So happy to hear you love our Juni even though he did Big Bad. I promise the main Mimic Arc Rambles Part II will have a snapshot of what happens to him after all this. 

Anyway! For now, to answer your question about the feather earring!

Some time after reuniting (after the whole Juni thing), Scar and Grian find a cave with a hot-spring, where they take shelter for a little while. Things happen, and somewhere along the lines, Scar asks Grian to mark him in some way. (Scar already marked Grian—) 

He says: Show the world I’m yours.

And so Grian does the avian thing. He touches his wings, willingly and deliberately, without the intent to harm them—something that hasn’t happened in so long—and he picks a nice-looking feather. And he gifts it to Scar. To say that yes, they’re connected. That they belong to each other. (And oh, how much it means for Scar to have access to this part of Grian; to be given something so monumental, something others are willing to kill for, yet they’re not allowed to have it.)

At first, Scar tucks it behind his ear, because he has no other way to keep it on him and have it safe and on display (something they can afford for now, in the privacy of their little cave). He checks with Grian, to make sure if that’s okay, and… Honestly, it’s complicated. 

Tucking a small snippet of our mini-rp about this below the cut <3 (but if you’re interested only in what happens to Scar’s ear after, feel free to skip that!)

RP snippet:

Scar

"Is this okay?" he asks, a tad timid with a big, bashful smile. "I mean like, am I supposed to wear it?" 

It's a loaded question, he knows. Not only is it a public display of their relationship, but it's a public display of a bright violet feather, and Scar knows how troubling that can be for Grian to show off, so he can only imagine the complicated nature of having his own portion of that for show. (He thinks of the hunters and their bejeweled weapons, feathers tied to them in boast. It makes his fingers twitch slightly, aching for his claws.)

(Mournfully, he finds himself wishing this was Hermitcraft (a thought he tries to avoid), and he could wear it proudly to show off to his friends. That Grian is his and he is Grian's.)

-

Grian

Grian waits until Scar pulls away, content to stay pressed close to him. But then Scar presents a question, and Grian's face burns, eyes flicking up to bask in the sight of the feather behind Scar's ear. "I— I um—" he stammers. He likes having it on display, and all the implications of it. It makes something in his chest purr with happy warmth. But— Is Scar supposed to wear it? Grian's never done anything like this before. He actually doesn't know.

His fingers reach, but he doesn't touch the tucked feather. Instead, his fingertips brush Scar's earlobe, and he wonders how wonderful it would feel to see Scar proudly wear the feather as an earring.

But then the reality crashes in. Grian's fingers tremble and pull away, and he swallows thickly. His eyes are big and vulnerable, with a touch of deep-rooted fear, when they find Scar's again. "I—" he stammers again, in a completely different pitch this time.

His wings slide off of Scar's back, reclaiming their spot behind Grian, making themselves smaller. (And yet. And yet they're still not as tightly pressed to his spine as they used to be.) 

He thinks of a bright spot of violet, permanently tied to Scar, on display. In a world where that particular brilliant shade is as good as a death sentence.

"I don't know," he finishes in an unsteady half whisper, heart hammering painfully in his chest.

-

Scar

Scar's ear flicks when touched, but the feather remains tucked where it is; he even twitches upward to make sure of it. He watches Grian fumble with his words and how his wings retreat, nervous and almost ashamed of their gorgeous hue. Scar finds that he really does not like that.

He meets Grian's eyes, steady even as his own are still red from shed tears. "Do you want me to?" Then, softer, serious. "I want to." His eyes flick downward, pondering his next words carefully before seemingly resolving to something. He looks back up and adds, unwavering. "Maybe dangerous, but... feels good. Feels… right."

-

Grian

Grian doesn't even have to consider Scar's question; he knows the answer instantly. Yes. Yes, he does want that, but—

He can't. He can't say that. He can't bear the implications, the possibilities. He can't stand the thought of making scar any more of a target than he already is.

He feels his eyes water as his heart is locked in this hopeless fight. Scar tells him he wants to do it, and that it feels right, and damn, Grian knows it feels right—it feels so, so horribly right for Scar to wear the feather on proud display.

And still. Grian's eyes close, sending tears tumbling down. His head dips as he shakes it no, suddenly so very afraid.

He doesn't want Scar to get hurt because of him. Because of this. Because of a silly, sentimental foolishness.

-

Scar

Scar pauses, heart aching at the display of complicated emotions that shower over Grian's face, shifting and moving until he lands on something all too close to despair and dips his head low.

Scar chews his lip, also dismayed by the reality they live in, before pulling his little avian in close again, pressing him to his chest where he can cry. 

"Maybe... just for now," he whispers, secure in their current privacy. "And we'll figure it out?"

--------

Eventually, after many talks and reassurances and sinking, fearful feelings, Scar ends up fashioning the feather into an earring. He already has one ear pierced, and easily uses that to have the feather on him. 

It’s a security risk, in a way. But Scar needs it, needs to be able to proudly proclaim that they belong to each other. That whoever might want Grian’s feathers would have to go through him first.

And they do. Go through him first.

There’s an incident where a hunter gets grasp of the feather and yanks it. (They want that feather <3) It takes the whole earring with it, sending a spike of pain through Scar.

There’s a lot of blood.

Scar doesn’t care.

All he cares about is the fact that this hunter now has Grian’s feather in his grasp, and he’s not meant to have that, he can’t, it doesn’t belong to him.

(He once promised Grian that nobody can have his wings, and that extends to this feather, too. To any part of Grian, really.) (And yet Grian gave himself over to Scar so fully, so willingly.)

And... yep. Scar goes a little feral. As a treat.

He takes that hunter down.

In the aftermath of it, he clutches the bloodied earring close to his chest, needing to feel it, to shield it, to make sure it’s his, nobody else has it, just him. He is determined to fiercely protect it, because of everything it means. And because Grian gave it to him.

Speaking of, Grian’s inconsolable. He’s very, very upset; this just adds to his fears that he’s only ever going to get Scar hurt. That nothing good comes from his feathers. That they’re just an omen bringing blood and death. (Something that’ll be reinforced later, too <3) 

He doesn’t want Scar to be in that firing line. He doesn’t want Scar to get any more hurt because of him. Not for a single feather. (Even if that single feather means everything.)

All he thinks about is that he was right— His feather did lead to Scar getting hurt. And it’s awful, and he feels sick, and guilty, and so very hopelessly, fearfully sad.

But Scar isn’t deterred. He doesn’t care; he’d willingly fight the whole world for this. (For Grian.) He stubbornly pierces his other ear, and it bleeds too, but it doesn’t matter. He puts the earring right back in. (Yep, this is how the earring swapped sides—)

Of course they talk about it. And it’s a mess. It’s even more complicated than before.

Scar ends up saying, “Grian, if it really makes you uncomfortable I’ll— I’ll keep it hidden, but if it’s only for my sake, then no. Please let me wear it.”

And… Well, Grian has no idea how to feel. 

He doesn’t want to put Scar in danger. But also, seeing that feather? Seeing Scar wear it? It reinstates everything they are to each other, every whispered, sobbed-out promise, every comforting touch and press of lips, every small, hard-fought laughter. 

Scar wearing the feather both soothes Grian immeasurably, and makes him sick to his stomach with dread.

But ultimately, he leaves the choice in Scar’s hands.

And Scar decides to wear it. (He’ll take down anyone who tries to touch it <3)

[tiredlilguy]

Uhhhh mayhaps for your requests can I request the flags (either separately or altogether) x reader with an ability like Natsume? Like they can shapeshifter into a cat (or other animals even, dog, bird etc) Just fluffy hcs! 💕💕

a/n: hello!!! this is honestly such an interesting request, i decided to brew on it for a little bit. i wanted to give each of the Flags a separate animal >:D so enjoy! [i imagined that the abilites worked similar to atsushi's where sometimes you can have some physical parts of the animal still on you by will]

pairing(s): The Flags (separately) X GN!Reader cw: lots of talk about murder, but besides that not proofread desc: just some fluffy/general hc's with you are their animal shape-shifting partner!

Pianoman:

you are a goose! (A white feathered goose to be specific)

Why? Because apparently gooses are a symbol of perfection (the internet’s take, not mine-)

I was actually going to change this until I realized that 1. Geese can be violent and 2. This is actually highkey a perfect animal for disguise… sort of

You are the Mafia’s spy/assassin goose

Let’s be real here, I can see that actually kind of being badass, ok? Imagine you’re just chilling at the park, and you don’t even know that you’re being spied on by A GOOSE!!!

You got wings if your ability is a little stubborn to deactivate. They’re very pretty :) Pianoman admires them; will ask to get your clothes tailored so they can sprout out when you’re relaxed

Enjoys the warmth when you wrap your wings around him; he’ll let out a soft hum too

Pianoman will sometimes place a pretty red ribbon with a bell on it around your neck in your full goose form so that he doesn’t lose track of you, your small in your goose form! He wants to make sure he can hear your waddling and the bell too (*a;ldkfj;alskdjf fluffy pianoman thoughts*)

I can see him helping you prune your wings as well; having the goose as an ability is nice until you get sudden back pain :(

He’ll take a seat behind you while you are sitting at the end of the bed shirtless and help you pluck old feathers (and whatever else he can do without hurting you too much)

You always apologize for making him do all of this for you as his hands are already calloused from counting money, but he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you

Pianoman would reassure you by placing a kiss on the side of your head while continuing to help you

Yeah, your full goose form is really cute, but also… he’s very aware of how deadly you can be

Sharp teeth and big wings… you could potentially lure someone to death if you wanted

He enjoys hearing how you kill people, finds it impressive too!

I feel like he’d enjoy giving you a lot of cute chokers in your human/goose form :D he sometimes gets creative and changes up the colors/ruffles/shape of the bell

A;sldkfj;asldkf I feel like he likes to play piano/sing to you if you’re around in your goose form; he’ll smile as he watches you waddle around a bit before turning back into your human form

Hyonk (im sorry I was being a silly goose with this one) [that was solandiss’s joke]

Lippmann:

you are a fox!

I can see you making the little cute noises that fox’s make when they’re trying to talk

He understands what you’re trying to say, and only him; it’s like both of your own secret language :3 (he just responds back to you in a human language though-)

Likes to pet you in your full-fox form, he enjoys how soft you are and you enjoy laying in his lap because he’s warm

Would tease you if you think you’re in you have your tail/ears out while you’re in somewhat of a human form

He’d probably pull on them at first, not believe that they’re real, you’d probably yelp and slap his hand away

He still does that, but pulls more gently :) he likes hearing the little noises you make

You’re probably a lot faster than him sometimes if you’re both on a mission together

Imagining him trying to be stealthy, but he’s kind of slow in your eyes, so you quickly turn into a fox and run off

He’s happy to see you bringing back a freshly bloody hand from your mouth and placing it at his feet

Idk why, but I can see him making you little boots for your paws when you’re in your fox form… you don’t wear them at first, but one day it gets cold so you put them on (you tried to make it so he couldn’t see you, but he saw… he has a photo of it

Likes to caress your cheek and look at your eyes; they may still look a little bit animalistic after using your fox form, but he loves you all the same (probably thinks it’s hot…)

Will groom you in your fox form because it not only soothes you, but enjoys watching you fully relax in his lap

Iceman:

you are a wolf! (Specifically a grey wolf)

He doesn’t say much, and neither do you when you’re in your wolf form, but he enjoys having you around when you’re in your wolf form

You’re both literally perfect for each other

Iceman’s a pretty stealthy person, and while a wolf is kind of obvious in public, you both probably look badass as hell next to each other

He’ll like… point at the person you both have to kill and you’ll instantly lunge at them and like… violently rip their head off

You’re probably like… really warm to him; even if you’re in your full human form, you’re just an absolute heater

He’ll enjoy the warmth from you, wrapping his strong arms around you and nuzzling his nose into your shoulder

Iceman likes to pet you a lot, but he’s the only person that you let do that to you

Is impressed by your vision at night, mainly because he can’t see out of one of his eyes; so in that way, you’re both work quite well together

I can see a lot of soft eskimo kisses :))

You both don’t talk much, but you both also seem to know exactly what’s on each other’s mind; sort of similar to Lippmann’s, but you both don’t need to say a single word, just giving each other a single glance

A;lsdkfjas;ldkfj imagining you missing him if he’s away abroad, and him coming back and you tackling him in your wolf form =w= so cute

You got that dawg in u

Albatross:

YOU’RE A CROW! A BIG ASS CROW (I love crows so much guys)

You make the cool clicking noises in your crow form when he pats your stomach

Has a bird handling glove whenever you’re working together so that you can rest on his forearm; or sometimes he’ll just rawdog it and leave his arm out for you to land on (you gotta be gentle though, cause you could accidentally hurt him with your talons; he also just doesn’t mind though)

Tries to feed you birdseed/nuts as a joke when your on his arm; you usually spit them back at his face because bruh, but sometimes you’ll eat them

Thinks you’re human-sized wings in your half-human form is COOL ASF

He’ll be mouth-wide open, shiny eyed at your human-sized black wings (that’s how he fell in love)

Will sometimes purposely put himself into dangerously high spots so you can fly him away; it scares the shit out of you, but he just wants to see your ability in action

Your wings are probably fucking… STRONG ASF; he’s impressed by how fast you can get around sometimes

Alb is an expert pruner; why? Because I said so

Will know when your wings are pruning before you can even feel it, and he knows how to take care of you so well that you barely even remember having back pain

Will always massage your back after long missions though, he does worry about you despite his silly attitude

Likes to fly a plane and see you fly with him; he knows it’s you in a heartbeat because you’re crow form is just very familiar to him

Likes to pet you in your crow form a lot, enjoys the satisfied noises that you make when he’s petting you

Has one of your feather’s on a necklace ;-; or sometimes he’ll pluck one to put in his braid (a;sldkfa;jsdf I love him)

CACAW!!

Doc:

you are a snakey (a python to be specific)

He loves you sm, like genuinely, he thinks you’re so fucking cool

Will wear you as a necklace in your snake form, it gives Lippmann the chills, but Doc knows you won’t hurt him

You are a little heavy though… but he doesn’t mind ofc because you’re also very warm (he is cold, plz warm him up)

Likes seeing you around the Mafia in your snake form and scaring the newbies; he thinks it’s hilarious asf

Your venom interests him in his collections of poisons, will ask if he can milk your venom for research (I know this sounds weird, but it’s actually the correct term)

Likes watching you sink your teeth into your enemies, finds it satisfying as they shiver and eventually die 

Thinks your little tongue peeking out is cute in a way, will comment on how cute you are while the flags kinda look at him sideways (more so Chuuya)

Idk where I got this idea, but he’d crochet you little hats; sometimes seasonal sometimes not

If you’re in your human form, you probably have rly sharp fangs, they kind of peak out a little bit out of your mouth (he also thinks that’s cute)

Finds you fascinating, but he loves you very much :DDD

Chuuya:

you are a dog (specifically a doberman)

A;lkdfj;alksdjf Y E S

You’re both very protective of each other, but you have the better hearing (which he’s a little bit grumpy for not having)

Likes to pet you, a lot :D especially if you did well on a job

Custom collars and chokers; you’ll have a matching one like his :DDD

You both look badass asf together, and so you obviously gotta be matching

However, a lot of dog jokes from Dazai… unfortunately, but it’s ok, you can just beat him up I guess

I can see him enjoying petting you when he gets stressed out, you calm him down in a way

I would have more ideas, but my brain is fried, so have this

[emeritus-fuckers]

Could you do oneshots of papa Terzo and cardinal Copia when they are really horny but the reader or whoever your shipping them with for the sake of this, isnt, and like Terzo and Copia are dealing with that in the best way possible for them... If that makes sense? (Preferably with a female s/o but I don't care that much)

They’re horny, you’re not…whatever will they do? -Death

When you aren’t in the mood - GN! Reader

Terzo

It had been a very long day, one made longer by the stack of incident reports dropped on your desk. Ghouls could be a lot of trouble, certain ones more than others. You had called it quits an hour after you were supposed to be.

A nice, quiet, long night of sleep sounded perfect. Though as you approached the room, the trail of rose petals caught your eye.

Shit. You had promised Terzo some time together tonight. You were late.

As you walked in the door, you were greeted by them sprawled out on the bed. Completely nude. Winking at you playfully.

“Hello amore…would you mind giving me a hand…I’ve missed you so.”

Half a second after he spoke, he clocked the expression on your face. Frowning deeply as you trudged into the room and started removing your work clothes.

“As much as it would give me endless joy to see your pretty cunt gushing Terzo…I’m far too tired tonight. I’m very sorry.”

He hummed as he walked over, their hands helping strip you completely from your work clothes. Gentle kisses being trailed across your shoulders as they rubbed over your hips.

“That is alright darling…I’ll give you a show so you can get some rest.”

You blinked in confusion as Terzo settled you among the pillows. Eyes widening when he pulled out a monster sized dildo. The satanic pope smirking as he set it up right in front of the bed.

They kept eye contact as they easily worked the toy into their dripping cunt. Slowly rolling their hips as they gasped in pleasure. A filthy moan leaving his lips. Watching you with that knowing grin.

Your eyes were glued to their body as they rode the toy. His moans low and enjoying the ridges along the shaft of it. Taking their time to really hit every spot to light their nerves on fire. Making sure it was indeed a show.

Despite your exhaustion, arousal licked at your blood. Your eyes glued to how much wetter he already was since beginning to ride that toy. How it could be more fun…if they had some help.

Despite not starting in the mood to fuck Terzo stupid…you got up to pull him into the bed. The show inspiring some action.

(Cardinal) Copia

You slid into Copia’s simple room after a very long day of chasing down ghouls for their annual dental appointment. For hellbeasts, they could be dreadfully afraid of dental tools.

As you walked in, you were greeted with Copia jerking off. The cardinal covering himself quickly with a surprised squeak.

“D-Dearest! I wasn’t expecting you back so soon…if…you aren’t too tired…maybe you could eh, give me a hand?”

You smiled wistfully at him, kissing his cheek before heading towards the shower.

“Not tonight my love…I’m going to shower then get comfortable to watch a movie.”

You mumbled, moving away as you entered the bathroom and closed the door. Not wasting much time in stripping down and slinking under the hot water.

Unbeknownst to you, as you let the water wash away all the ghoul slobber, Copia had abandoned his pursuit of pleasure. Throwing on a pair of boxers before fixing up the bed. Making sure it was comfortable and ready for you. Bringing out his secret stash of your favourite snacks and drinks before pulling out a few rats.

Particularly the fluffier ones. Laying down with them to await your return.

As you walked back in, you blinked seeing him setting up a streaming service to pull up your favourite movies. Smiling a bit as one of the rats came to greet you.

“Copia…did you do this for me?”

He looked over from what he was doing, smiling sheepishly as he shrugged a bit.

“You had a hard day…I would rather help you then eh…continue pleasuring myself.”

You crawled in with him after picking up the rat (Ravioli greedily snuggling close). Laying in Copia’s arms as he started the movie.

Though you felt bad for interrupting him in the night, you gave him a very nice wake up call by riding him the next morning.

~

Written by Death.

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

hello! i was wondering if you still wrote for persona 3, could you do general hc's for minako arisato and her s/o that's also in sees?

(Persona 3) Minako's S/O being in S.E.E.S

I sure do! And as a bonus because I miss writing the Arisato's, there's also Twin!AU HC's added (aka both male and fem MC's are present as siblings)

Minako cares for S/O greatly. She'd do anything to not have them in harm's way, doubly so considering her line of work.

Shadows were a threat to humanity, but it comforted her at least to know S/O wouldn't be affected by the Midnight Hour.

Until one night, they were still in a human form when it the clock struck midnight.

Her heart nearly stopped when S/O used an evoker, and summoned their own Persona.

And following that, they were asked to join SEES, much to her dismay and relief.

On one hand, it meant that she could keep an eye on them without worrying if they would get caught in collateral damage.

But now she had to worry about S/O getting killed by a Shadow.

The greatest threat however had yet to come:

Meeting the rest of the dysfunctional squad that were the other SEES members.

===

(Junpei) "Hey, you're S/O, right! Minako here just won't shut up about you!"

(Yukari) "Please, you'd be doing the exact same thing if you were in her shoes."

(Minako) "I'm right here, you guys!"

(S/O) "Minako's told me a lot about you all as well! It's a pleasure to finally-"

Aigis examined S/O closely, her irises seemingly changing focus.

(S/O) "...U-Uh-"

(Aigis) "Confirmed. S/O will not be an issue to Minako's safety."

Noticing their confused expression, Minako stepped in, clearing her throat loudly.

(Minako) "Ahah...d-don't mind her. She's a robot."

(S/O) "She's a what?!"

===

If S/O ever got hurt during their operations, Minako would not hesitate to tear the Shadow apart, but knew she had to keep her head cool.

She was the leader, and the rest of the team would crumble if they saw her panic.

Fighting against innate instincts, even in the heat of battle, she tries to not let her emotions dictate her actions.

BONUS: Twin!AU

Minato knows that his sister wouldn't choose anyone to be her significant other lightly, so he doesn't bat too much of an eye.

Normally if a person was trying to hit on her, he'd interfere immediately with a death glare.

He's respectful, but doesn't show much emotion around S/O.

---

(Minako) "S/O, this is my baby brother, Minato!"

(Minato) "We were born at the same time-"

(Minako) "I was born a couple seconds earlier, so I'm the eldest!"

(S/O) "Hah, nice to meet you!"

Minato simply nodded, his face and voice remaining deadpan.

(Minako) "Don't worry, he's usually this emo around everyone too!"

(Minato) "And she's usually this annoying every day. Though you already knew that, considering you're with her."

(S/O) "Heh, I sure do!"

Minako pouts at the both of them.

(Minako) "Don't call me annoying! And YOU especially shouldn't be agreeing with him!"

---

Minato eventually lets his walls come down around S/O, showing a bit more emotion whenever his sister isn't in the room.

It's usually a gentle smile or an extremely quiet chuckle, but it's a sign of trust.

If his sister trusts them, then he can too.

In battle, Minato makes sure to watch over them for Minako's sake whenever she can't join the team.

He knows it'll give her peace of mind. It'll also shut her up too.

(Minato) "If you ever need some help, don't be afraid to call for me too."

[miitarashi]

I got a really dumb idea for a short story, I think its kinda cute though, like you know how people act all weird when under anasthetics? So like, what if Tintin just got surgery coz of an accident on a mission and he got put on anasthesia so the reader visits him at the hospital and he's acting all dumb and stuff, like bro, that would be the best mixture of stupid and wanting to hug him for eternity bc he's so adorable :D

AWWW 🥺 That's such criative idea! Very thank you for it! I'll do my best to write it perfectly (of course will have a one or two memes related to it lol)

[Name] = your name (neutral since it wasn't specified)

Warnings: probably none,just silly things :)

Prompt: Tintin affected by anesthesia

The adventure was going just fine.

Until Tintin get thrown through the window from a pretty dangerous and high place.

It was literally a down hill for him. But,just like any other death threaten situation,the luck goddess made him get in the right moment into the hospital to get treated from the injury he had,being bad enough to the doctors having to inject an quite generous amount of anesthesia for him not feel anything,but this end up working too well because he wasn't even thinking about anything.

After the surgery was successful,the doctors liberate Tintin to receive visitors so you and Haddock could finally see him. Walking into his room,his body was ok by what you could guess by a quick look just having some bandages that pass through his left shoulder,some on his neck and left arm.

"Lad? Are yeh awake? Please talk to 'us!" - Haddock said kinda desperate still,distrassed by the situation even after you tried to comfort him.

But,his shooting (since he basically screamed) made Tintin slowly wake up,his eyes opening with blury vision looking first at the captain while still feeling heavily the effects of the anesthesia on his body and mind,feeling light-headed and numb,probably being the first time his mind is empty but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was high.

"...Hello...please don't scream captain..." - he sounded a bit weak at first,still on the process of waking up.

"Lad! Thank Gods yeh fine! Yeh scare' the shit out of me back there!" - and readily,he dismissed Tintin's request speaking loud again.

"Captain,please control yourself" - you scold him who finally get it and nod,sitting on a nearby chair.

Hearing your voice seemed odd for Tintin,like he knew and didn't knew who was at the same time. With half open eyes,the jornalist looked at you,confused but intrigued,his empty mind starting to work again as he smiles a bit.

"...Hello...you...look nice..." - now,he sounded drunk almost. Lazy and drunk.

"...oh well,thank you" - you say with a light chuckle by his state.

Upon hearing your laugh,he felt his smile growing while still holding his gaze on you.

"...your laugh is sweet...i like it...it's good to hear..." - his honest along with a lazy tone only made things even better.

Haddock was holding back a chuckle when he saw your cheeks becoming a bit red by the compliment.

"...oh...you're blushing...you look cute...blushing..." - Haddock had to look away to control himself,feeling your elbow hitting his arm only making him laugh more at the situation.

"Ok ok,i guess you've talked enough,better get some rest so your wounds will heal faster" - you said while trying to keep a straight face even still being a bit red by his praises.

But the straight face soon tear apart when you watched his smile decrease into a sad one,his half open eyes turning into almost sad puppy dog eyes staring right back at you.

"....No...i don't want to sleep...i want to keep talking with you...and looking at you...please...?" - you never knew he could pull this move,you couldn't bring,not even dare yourself to say no anymore. He was even pouting! It shouldn't be fair.

"And why you want it so much..?" - you asked out of curiosity,since we are already here,the thing is to enjoy while it last.

He seemed confused again,looking away,trying to make his empty head work slowly getting something back from his memory but still not completely sure, shruging a little.

"I...don't really know...it's just feels good...to look at you...i feel...things...like warm and...fuzzy things...i feel...tingling sensations..." - his explanations was almost like a child trying to express his feelings in the best way his toddler language could.

"Maybe they put way too much anesthesia 'on him,but well,isn't he a little adorable lad?" - Haddock joke with the situation,finally feeling more at ease and without worries.

You couldn't have said it better,Tintin was goofy and silly making him adorable by how high he was. You laughed again,his smile growing by hearing it. You moved closer still with a smirk on your light red face,when you touched his chest his eyes even opened a bit more making him more aware of everything for a moment.

"...i think...someone that i know...would feel upset if they see you touching my chest like that..." - you frown,trying to get what he meant and when you understood,you just shook your head with a smile.

"Your partner?" - his eyes open wide and so does his smile when he nod.

"Yes...! You should stop then..."

"Tintin,i'm your partner"

He looked straight at your for a whole minute before looking back at Haddock who only nodded and then,his gaze fall back on yours. Since he was still attached to the machine that kept his cardiac beat in monitoring,letting beeps in the background,as soon you said it the beeps fastened for a moment with his face getting red.

"Oh...hi darling...!" - he spook in a happy tone making both you and the captain laugh at Tintin's antics.

"Finally you get it,i was worried for a second" - you joke with a quick giggle.

"I'm sorry...it's hard to think...when i'm feeling like a banana..." - he said with a quick chuckle resting his head back against the pillow.

"Yeah,they really didn't hold the hand on the anesthesia. Yeh look' wasted" - the old sea man get up,adjusting his hat before walking closer.

"...yeah...it's funny..."

"Your drunk-like state?" - you question. He shake his head.

"...i didn't reconize you...but...when i see you...i fell more hard than from the window..." - your blush spread across your face,Haddock even seem surprised before laughing and giving some pats on your back.

"Well played lad! Even in this state he couldn't resist you!" - he laugh again and you shush him away a bit embarrassed but with a tiny goofy smile because the captain was right.

"Ok ok,you're being too cute for my heart to take,now go rest" - and again,those damm puppy eyes staring at your soul.

"...but why...? I love you..." - you was almost crying by this point,being this adorable should be a crime.

"He's more clingy than anythin'. Well,take care of him for a bit,i'll go talk with the doctor about somethin'. Be right back" - he wink at you before walking out on purpose to let you alone with Tintin.

"[Name]...why dad just left the room...?"

"Captain would be over the moon if he heard this" - you giggle - "don't worry to much,you still hurted,focus on getting better ok?" - he nod slowly.

"[Name]...? Pat me..? It feels like home when you do it...like...it's like you're my home...please...?" - you had to take a deep breath,after this you could feel the tears. He already express himself normally but being this honest was something different you wasn't ready for.

With a nod,you move your chair to be right beside his bed and reach your hand to caress his cheek and hair,watching his eyes closing in contentment while moving against your hand to feel more of your touch,even kissing your hand when you get distracted enough for him to do so, chuckling at your blushing face.

"...sorry...i couldn't help it...your face is cute...when it's red...and...i'm feeling...silly..." - he admit still with a little smile,looking for the window on his left thoughtfully.

"....if i jump..." - he say after a long pause getting your attention - "i'm pretty sure i can fly" - and the intrusive thoughts begin.

"What? Jump? Like...through the window..?" - he nod.

"Yes...i mean...peter pan always said that we should just believe to get it right...? I believe in myself..." - he was speaking with a certain that made you sigh. He's going from adorable to goofy ass reckless.

"Tintin,you'll only fall and get hurted again" - he looked at you with a shocked expression.

"Don't you believe in me..?? I thought you loved me..........let me try and show you then-"

"Tintin no!"

You had to hold him on bed to prevent him from getting up and jumping through the window hearing some small protests but luck you,the anesthesia still was making his body limp so he give up when his body wasn't responding like he wanted. Tintin was even pouting again,sad because he couldn't jump through the window.

"I'm sorry,but you know you can't"

"...but i could try..."

"No,if you jump,i would feel really sad,you want to make me sad?" - he immediately shook his head with an apologetic expression.

"No...! Please don't be sad...it hurts when you're sad..." - you smiled,moving your hand back to his cheek.

"Ok then,i'll not. Ready to rest now?" - with your hand on his cheek,he quickly relax nodding with a content sigh.

"Will you and captain...captain...? Dad..? Will you and dad be here when i wake up?" - he corrected himself like the word wasn't sounding right and you nod with a giggle.

"Of course we'll"

He smiled softly,resting his face against your hand to enjoy your soothing caress while closing his eyes to finally sleep. After this,you'll be obviously teasing him about it later,it's way too good to not do so.

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N/A: heya! Two request in a short amount of time?? It's just because now i discovered the programation of the posts lol. So the blog will not be stopped for too long. This one was really fun to make,Tintin in a silly goofy state must be the most adorable thing and i had to make it. Hope you guys liked it,thanks for reading! 😘

[yoongihan]

*crawls into your inbox* hello there friend, I am here to graciously request from your beautiful mind a drabble with the 'near death experience' prompt and the 'I think I'm in love with you' prompt. Pairing entirely up to you. I'm already excited. ♡

Him

pairing: minho x fem character

genre: fluff & humor (hopefully)

rating: T

word count: 1300 methinks

warnings: recreational drug use, a very possible inaccurate portrayal of someone under the influence, shenanigans, repetition (on part of the mc, I promise it is intentional by this author), I don't think there's anything else - let me know if there is. i don't think I even used cursing in this.

a/n hey @jl-micasea-fics, thank you for requesting. i might have had a little too much fun with this. i have no idea if you expected anything with those prompts, but here we are. :D

if you'd like to request a drabble, the post is here

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When he sees you, he doesn’t take in all of you. He merely thinks ‘oh there she is’ and that maybe that your eyes seem a little too bright, even from across the room. 

“Lee!”

If challenged, Minho knows he can be the loudest in any crowd, but right at this moment, you would win. 

He lifts up his hands in a simple ‘what?’ gesture and then processes that you are running toward him. He looks behind to see if a coffee or fish & chips truck has manifested in the living room of Jisung’s ridiculous penthouse loft (the guy buys one lottery ticket and wins one time but it’s for the jackpot) because he’s never seen you run for anything less than food or coffee. 

There isn’t, by the way. 

As he looks back, he realizes that you’ve navigated decently through the groupings of people at this get-together (he refuses to call it a party, parties give him a complex) and are still running.

To him.

In fact, you look like you might just…oh my god, do you expect him to catch you? 

You do, actually. You expect him to catch you and when he takes a step back, eyes wide like he’s scared, you sort of jump up and land in front of him. 

Your reflexes are a lot better than you thought.

Or maybe it’s because he has his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. 

Gosh his hands feel great.

He says your name as you’re thinking about his hands (that is a path that you’ve mentally gone down way too many times) and you just say it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Everything is a little hazy right now, but you can see him pretty well as he’s maybe half a meter in front of you. His eyes get even bigger and his ears go pink (you might not think about his ears as much as you have his hands, but you like his ears too) and his hands, still on your shoulders, squeeze and release nervously.

“You what?”

What did you say? 

“You’re so pretty.”

He shakes his head, hands sliding down your arms to tug you by your elbow away from where you’ve planted yourself. You follow because why would you not. He weaves through friends and acquaintances as you admire the back of his head (honestly the long hair on him is such a look). He enters what you think might be a guest room (it can’t be Jisung’s because that boy is a mess even with a cleaning service) and though he lets go of you to shut the door behind you both, you stand in the middle of the room and stare at the frames on the wall.

“They’re prints of Howl’s Moving Castle,” Minho answers the question you didn’t even know to ask.

“Oh. Wow.” 

You hear a sound and look to see that he has sat down on the end of the bed. 

So you plop down next to him.

“Hi.”

His answering laugh seems high in pitch, but who cares. Minho’s laugh is the best.

“You said something out there.”

“I did?”

He nods, turning toward you so you can see more than just his profile. 

He has such a nice profile. You’d sketch it if you had any ability beyond stick figures. 

“You did. You said…” he trails off, swallowing hard. 

“What’d I say?”

He looks back at you, eyes all squinty. “Are you drunk?”

“Nope.”

“You look…”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

His lips part and he just gapes. You smile. 

“I think I am. I figured it out um…well, I don’t know when it was. Maybe a few seconds ago. I was not in this room. I was…where was I?” You shrug. “Whatever. I nearly died.”

He starts coughing and you pat his back.

Jeez, his back feels good too. Even through the black, zip-up henley he’s wearing. 

“You nearly died?”

“I did.” You confirm and rub his back. “I couldn’t breathe for twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?”

You nod. “Yeah. So your friend…the one you went to primary school with, who even keeps up with people from back then, offered me a bong, right? And I’ve never tried a hit from a bong before, so I did my best, and Minho…” you lean in closer to him. He smells good. “I stopped breathing.”

“For twenty minutes.”

“Maybe it was more like fifteen. I didn’t time it. But it went on forever.” You realize that you’re playing with his hair now. It’s silky, which makes sense because it looks like silk. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks, go back for a second…You took a hit from a bong, couldn’t breathe–”

“For ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes, okay. So you’re high right now?”

You tuck his hair behind one ear. “Am I? I’ve never been high before. I’ve never tried to get high before. Is this what it feels like? Oh, your ears are cute. And warm. I think they’re a bit red too or is that the light in here?”

There’s a sigh and then he says your name again.

“I don’t think you nearly died.”

“You weren’t there. Actually, that was what I thought while those seven minutes of not breathing happened. Where’s Lee? My life is over and I want Lee. I could just see your face and that look–” Your eyes move from his cute ear to his face. “That look right there. The one that seems both amused and exasperated. I saw that look in my head. So when I didn’t die, I wanted you.”

“Me?”

“You. Lee Minho, with your snarky remarks and beautiful hands, excellent cooking skills, and weirdest sense of humor. I love you.” You sigh now and brush a finger along his cheek. “Just had to tell you.”

“I see.”

“So, this is being high? Huh. I thought I’d want to eat junk food or something.” You start to get up off the bed now that you finally told him, so maybe you should go back and join the party.

But you’re stuck. You look down to see his hand (damn, it really is a beautiful hand) around your wrist.

“What’s up, Lee?”

“Would you have told me if you hadn’t nearly died?” 

“Why are you doing the finger quotations thing? I didn’t breathe for five minutes!”

He presses his lips together and you think maybe he’s trying not to laugh. Which is a shame. His laugh is absolutely the best sound on planet earth. 

“Okay. You almost died. If you hadn’t, would you have told me?”

“Told you what?”

He closes his eyes even as he looks up at the ceiling. Which makes no sense. How can he see the ceiling if his eyes are closed? 

Oh, but his lashes are really lovely. 

His nose, too. Very sharp and pretty. 

Mouth also. Like sculpted by one of those shoujo anime artists that make male characters beyond pretty. 

He makes a sound but you’re too pleased to feel his lips against yours. When you pull back, his eyes are open again and on you.

The ceiling must not be that interesting. 

“You just kissed me.”

“I did? I did. Well, your lips. They’re really nice.”

He’s patting your hand. “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. You know…when you’re not high.”

“Sure. We can talk about whatever you want, Lee.”

His hand is around yours and you’re now leaving the bedroom. You smile because he’s laughing.

You love his laugh.

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The next day, you’re having some much-needed coffee and eggs and bacon when he recounts the previous night to you.

“I did what?”

God, you hate his laugh. 

You also hate his ears and hands and hair, but they all feel really good to your fingers as he kisses you, so you guess you’ll get over it eventually.

He’s a really good kisser. 

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a/n #2 - if mc's high experience is not accurate, I apologize. I've been high exactly one time in my life and it was horrible. hopefully any inaccuracies will be forgiven in the name of story. thank you.

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© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.