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guubiiz · 8 months ago
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trein...
#i want to write beautiful romance of him falling in love again#with some angst as he still loves and cherishes his wife and awaits their meeting once again#but maybe he comes to realize that his wife would want him to be happy... and that is all he feels with you#the heavy guilt.. he doesn't want to leave her and her memory behind#and it leaves him unwilling to pursue you#eventually though... eventually trein would let his guard down#maybe at first he's done nothing but compare you to his lovely wife (not aloud) but he comes to see the two of you are different#but both wonderful in your own ways#maybe it'd just end in him staying as your close friend and confidant.. he feels as though it's wrong to even think about loving someone els#trein is such a complicated character to simp for given his wife#and the fact he is canonically still very much in love with her#would he ever be able to accept the fact he may be falling in love again?#would he be scared that he is betraying her? would he be scared that you could go dying on him too?#omg imagine if he fell in love with you but you've only got so much time left to live..#the trope of knowing the person you love is going to die.. yet still loving them anyways#makes me so weak!#or knowing that you will return to your world.. between that and his wife.. he decides to leave you be and admire from afar#up late at night talking with the moon (his wife) and asking her what he should do#is she okay with this? would she be angry once they reunited?#or maybe she sends him a message from above and lets him know it's okay to be happy even if it's not with her#he loved her once.. and still does.. but that doesn't mean she's all he ever has to have#trein should be happy even if that means it's not with her by his side#omg and imagine meeting his daughters at one point somehow and they just absolutely adore and fawn over you#they cherish you just as much as he does... and seeing you fit in so well makes him love you all the more..#theyre trying to set their father up because they want him to experience the joy of love once again#he doesn't have to live in and reminiscence on memories he can still make new ones#maybe you give trein that feeling of youth once again.. and when he first meets you it's like the first time he saw his wife and he has a --#-- crisis about it#might be going into the WIPS cause i have a million more thoughts on him#all the staff for that matter really. abt to blabber in rb's to this post later
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tossawary · 7 months ago
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I was thinking about Xie Lian being able to snap the Xin Mo sword in half with his bare hands again, and then I thought to myself... "Wait, Xie Lian and Luo Binghe interaction could be really cute, though?"
Like, let's say that Xie Lian, during his time as a wandering trash god, accidentally falls into an interdimensional rift and ends up in the SVSSS world. His luck is bad like that. But while this is weird, sure, it's not that bad! The worlds are pretty similar and he can still make his living! So, Xie Lian wanders along as usual, curiously learning about this new world, picking through trash, occasionally punching demonic beasts to death to rescue awed civilians.
And at some point, Xie Lian runs into a young Luo Binghe while he's living on the streets. Let's say that Xie Lian rolls into town shortly before the death of Binghe's adoptive mother, has a few sweet encounters with this cute and kind child who doesn't have much to spare for a trash collector, and is there to comfort his new young friend when Binghe's adoptive mother passes away. Xie Lian is still there when Binghe gets thrown out onto the streets and he agrees to help the boy travel to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.
So, Binghe gets to spend a month or two as a trash-collecting god's apprentice! He doesn't know that Xie Lian is a god. He suspects that Xie Lian is just a very powerful rogue cultivator who is living very humbly for some reason. The time isn't entirely pleasant, because life is hard and Binghe is grieving, but Xie Lian understands pain very well and is an excellent companion. He sees Binghe safely to Cang Qiong.
At which point, clingy Binghe does not want to separate from this extremely nice person, but Xie Lian insists on it. He wants Binghe to have a better life. He's worried that his bad luck will somehow spread to this poor boy who reminds him of so many other people he's loved and lost. Xie Lian supervises the confusing entrance exam, while the adult Cang Qiong cultivators desperately try to figure out who this strange person is (Airplane Bro is going "???!!!"), and then leaves wistfully. Binghe will later look back on this particular period of his life very fondly.
Xie Lian can then go in and out of the SVSSS plot as a person pleases! I think it would be very funny if Liu Qingge ended up with an unwilling crush on Xie Lian as well, when they have a spar for some reason and Xie Lian handily SLAMS him into the ground. Xie Lian would probably end up running into Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang somehow, both of whom I think would end up being a little obsessed with him.
I think that the best place to bring Xie Lian and Binghe back together is maybe after Binghe escapes the Endless Abyss. So that Binghe can have a nice cry session on Xie Lian's shoulder. Xie Lian can possibly then introduce Binghe to Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang. Or else generally fumble his way through facilitating Bingqiu actually communicating and being less of a painful mess. Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) is very confused by this character?! Where did he come from??? Who is he??? He's very nice, though, and Shen Qingqiu is feeling maybe a liiiiittle jealous over Binghe.
(I don't know how to handle the System in this AU, but I do like the idea of the System just... not being able to handle Xie Lian. Xie Lian is a god from a different worldbuild. He kind of just breaks everything.)
(If you want to get a little angsty and ghostly, you could have a plotline in which Xie Lian helps the ghost of Shen Jiu somehow. Qijiu resolution?)
Binghe would probably be open to the idea of getting together with Xie Lian as well as Shen Qingqiu. He has a type! He is full of love! But Xie Lian is definitely not interested and is very good at wiggling away from come-ons, so Binghe respectfully doesn't pursue that passing thought / childhood crush, no matter what Tianlang-Jun is saying about threesomes again.
Binghe ends up using the (tamed? broken?) Xin Mo sword to send Xie Lian (his "gege") back to Xie Lian's own world. (Or Mobei-Jun could maybe do it?) Xie Lian has been gone for years and wants to see how his world is doing. Binghe tearfully promises to visit him regularly and to come get him WHENEVER HE WANTS. Xie Lian pats his head and agrees to stay in touch.
So, then Xie Lian tumbles out back into his own world and into the start of the plot of TGCF. And at any point in the plot of TGCF, he's now able to summon a heavenly demon from another dimension (with a super powerful sword that can move mountains?) who would absolutely be willing to fight all of heaven for him.
Xie Lian generally isn't going to do this, because he doesn't want to involve Binghe in his problems, even though Binghe is CHEWING THE WALLS with the desire to help him in return. However, Xie Lian does really like to go out with Binghe and Shen Qingqiu (and sometimes people like Airplane Bro and Mobei-Jun and Liu Qingge as well) to nice restaurants every other week or so. "So, what's new?" "Oh, I've ascended to heaven again and it's a little troublesome, ha ha. How are you?"
Hua Cheng is... nonplussed. On one hand, he's a little jealous. On the other hand, FINALLY, people can recognize that Xie Lian is the best person in the world. Luo Binghe has GOOD TASTE and is just some well-meaning kid whom Xie Lian likes a lot and who rightly thinks heaven sucks. Hua Cheng is determinedly shaking Luo Binghe's hand and giving him advice from a Ghost King to a future Demon Emperor.
(Tianlang-Jun CANNOT be allowed into Ghost City. He will NOT leave. I think that Hua Cheng is strong enough to throw him out if necessary, but Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang would just keep slipping back in somehow. Permanently banned from the gambling tables no matter what he offers, but Tianlang-Jun is still allowed to hang out at the Ghost City playhouse because he quickly becomes the favorite audience member of all of the ghost actors. He has AWFUL taste. Yin Yu hates this guy.)
(Also, I do think that Xie Lian would not really like the Xin Mo sword at all. E'ming is a beautiful baby boy made from and by Hua Cheng, who is Xie Lian's favorite person in the world who has never done anything wrong ever. Xin Mo is some random blade that destroys Luo Binghe's mental health and turns him into the worst version of himself! Xie Lian could and possibly should snap that possession sword like a twig.)
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artdcnaldson · 2 months ago
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UGH ok twist my arm i guess!!!! as a little treat!!!! dr donaldson <3
so gynecologist art, yall, doctor donaldson. cat and i were in the dms TRUST. so art decides that he should probably have a backup plan, just in case tennis doesnt work out after college. he doesnt expect to actually need it because his tennis is going great, hes on track to go pro very soon. but JUST in case, he decides to use his good grades to study some kind of medicine. initially he had thought some kind of sports medicine, if nothing else then it would be good knowledge for himself down the line.
but after his grandma passes (not of a stroke) and he hears his family discussing how if only her gynecologist had paid better attention and taken her serious she might have lived longer (idk anything about medicine but probably some kind of cancer yknow?). anyway he sees that a his motivation and picks gynecology as his field. patrick absolutely teases him to death over it, "you're gonna be a pussy doctor? what so you just get to look at naked chicks all day? i'd quit tennis for that too". again he's not really expecting to need it, so he doesnt take it too hard. but he's kind of obviously the only guy in the course, and the girls all think he's kind of weird for wanting to pursue a field of medicine that isnt relevant to him. but after him telling the story about his grandmother they all coo and comfort him that its okey and they understand.
he does well in all his classes because he does truly find it interesting and wants to do his best to help women. but as he's getting ready to go pro, he has an accident on the court, as he's going to return a long ball he twists his ankle and takes a bad fall. his recovery is good, but his ankle will never be as it was before, and his chances of the big tennis dream slowly dies. and ultimately he's just unwilling to spend his life as a struggling tennis player, when he could be making a real difference.
now that he has his own practice he likes to tell that story to his new patients, especially the ones who seem tense with the fact that he's a man, who will be examining their most private area. it does well to ease their minds. hes been doing this for many years now, he enjoys the work, and the women who come to him are happy with his work. his patients are typically slightly older women, as they're not as phased by a male gynecologist, whereas most younger women arent as comfortable with the idea. he doesnt mind that, in fact he understands perfectly. honestly hes grateful for it, he fears the day he might have a patient whos just a bit too attractive and he'll have to struggle to keep his cool.
that day unfortunately comes sooner than he had hoped. its your first appointment with him after having him recommended by a friend, you had contacted him and told him how you were very unhappy with your current doctor and wanted to try something else. not having had a male doctor before, except like your dentist, youre very nervous for the appointment. not knowing what to expect from it, or how seriously he will take your issues. out of nervous habit youve gotten ready for the appointment as if it were a date rather than a clinical exam. showered, shaved, cute panties, hair and makeup done. its all totally unnecessary, but the moment you see him for the first time you thank the divine for looking your absolute best. GOD hes so hot. far too hot to be a doctor. lets just say that he wears scrubs because theyre so sexy, and they truly are criminally flattering on him. he sits on his chair, typing away as youre lead into the room by an assistant. as soon as he looks up and asks you to have a seat with him, you both know youre screwed. the tension is immediately noticeable as you discuss your reason for coming in, just a routine check because your last doctor wouldnt do it thorough enough and didnt listen enough to your issues.
he leaves the room while you strip off and leave your clothes in a neat little pile, panties clearly on top in the hope that he'll see them and think theyre cute. and he does, in fact his eyes keep fluttering to them as hes getting ready for the exam. he has to adjust his chair a little lower in the hopes that you cant see that he's getting hard. meanwhile youre going from soaking to sopping wet as you watch him put on the latex gloves, snapping them against his wrist.
he can tell that you're tense, but as its your first appointment with a male gynecologist, he assumes thats the reason, and not the fact that youre mortifyingly wet. he tries to calm your nerves by telling you what he'll be doing, he sits right in front of you on his chair and tells you how first he'll examine externally, just checking for anything irregular. then an internal exam with the same purpose, and then finally a physical exam where he will just have to feel your tummy as well as your pelvis to ensure everything is as it should be. totally routine stuff, nothing out of the ordinary, if anything hes far more attentive and careful to make sure youre comfortable. but the way hes saying it, his voice and the way he's looking at you has you clenching your thighs shut and trying to keep yourself from making a puddle on the table.
as he gathers his tools he asks you to place your legs in the stirrups, he sees you struggling a little to get your right leg properly in place, he gently grabs your leg and helps you place it properly. goosebumps cover you leg as he pulls his hand away again. you can feel how wet you are as youre not totally exposed to him, dripping wet, youve been less wet when hooking up with people. this is just from interacting with him briefly, really its embarrassing. hes so sweet asking if everythings alright, and if he can do anything to help you relax. and after squeezing your eyes shut and holding your breath for a second you finally get out that you just feel like youre really wet, and youre not youre not sure why, this doesnt usually happen. hes so sweet, trying to reassure you, telling you its perfectly normal. its a natural response from your body, if anything its a sign that youre healthy!
hes not lying, he really does mean what hes saying, it is good and it is normal. but hes never seen anyone be quite this wet during an appointment in his office. youre soaked, its practically dripping onto the table and forming a puddle. if he was sporting a semi under the table he might have referred you to a different doctor. but youre so pretty he cant help himself.
he really does try his best to stay professional and not let his attraction crack through and distract from his work. but fuck youre so tight around his latex covered fingers when hes doing the exam. and you only squeeze down tighter when he tries to reassure you, tell you youre doing good. its making it hard for him to focus on the task at hand. it takes everything in him to keep his hands from drifting and moving to find those sweet spots inside of you. he doesnt have to deprive himself for long tho as he accidentally brushed against your gspot. his cheeks turn bright pink as he hears a tiny moan escape your lips. and youd been so good at keeping them in the whole time too. but this one couldnt be contained. he stays good, doesnt say anything, just carries on with his work. but he almost lets out a moan of his own as he sees the ring of cream gathered around his gloved fingers.
he takes his work very seriously and he doesnt take the idea of losing his medical license due to malpractice lightly, so he wouldnt be just giving in to his urges. his resolve breaking doent come lightly, its a big deal to him. he goes home that day and jerks off in the shower while thinking about you, he knows exactly what your pussy looks like, what it feels like, how soaking wet you got for him. he cums again in his bed and humps his mattress while dreaming about you. he wakes up and decided he needs to see you again. asks his assistant to set up another appointment with you. when he asks what for, he stutters and says something about needing to do some tests just to be sure of something. hes lying, obviously, but he needs to see you again. he cant stop thinking about your tight little cunt...
-🐞
ladybug your mind amazes me... <3
He can't risk medical malpractice, and he really is a good doctor, he loves his work, he wants to help people. And he's really never, ever reacted this way to a patient before, but god, he can't get you out of his mind.
So maybe he schedules a follow up for a week later. Maybe his heart is racing and his palms sweat when he walks into the examination room and sees you in the little fabric gown, hands in your lap, worrying your lip between your teeth.
He feels like a nervous teenager on a first date, not a fucking healthcare professional.
He listens to you speak about your concerns, walks through your test results from the week prior. Everything looks good, he says. Nothing felt abnormal, your body is working just how it's supposed to. Do you have any questions for me?
You shake your head, sweet and shy, aching for an excuse to get his hands on you again, but running low on things you can ask for.
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redeemingvillains · 1 year ago
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sweet disaster - draco malfoy
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pairing: draco x f!reader
summary: you and draco are inseparable friends, but deeper feelings come to light when you're asked on a date with someone who is determined to take advantage of you.
words: 7.3k
warnings: reader is put under the influence unknowingly; unwanted advances and affection (nothing more than kissing).
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You were snuggled into the edge of the largest couch in the Slytherin common room closest to the fireplace as it crackled. The warmth was welcome against the damp cold that lingered in the dungeons this time of year. You were covered in a quilted blanket reading against the soft light, but you found your attention wavering between the book in your lap and the boy next to you on the couch.
Draco Malfoy had been your closest friend for several years now. First year you had fallen into a fast and easy friendship, clicking right from the very start. You were like two halves of a whole, complimentary in ways other people didn’t quite understand. You could finish each other’s sentences, anticipate each other’s feelings, make each other laugh, even at the most nonsensical things that befuddled your other friends. You had a casual intimacy, your head resting on his shoulder, or wearing his jumpers when you were cold, him always adamant about having the seat next to you whether in class, in the Great Hall, or tonight in your respective spots on the couch.
In many ways your relationship intimidated those around you, who simply assumed that you were dating, though in reality you had never crossed that line. You didn’t even see Draco that way, truthfully… at first. But the more time that passed, and the older you had gotten, you found yourself more and more attracted to him. You were distracted, suddenly, by the way his grey eyes glinted like the cloudy night sky, the way his muscular frame filled out his suit jacket, the way he smelled, like leather and expensive cologne, and the warmth that radiated from him whenever you were pressed close together like you were right now. 
You’d lost count of the number of times you had nearly let slip how you felt, only to bite your tongue at the last minute, too afraid of rejection and of ruining the relationship you already had. But that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about twining your fingers into his or feeling his lips pressed softly against your own. You ran your fingers absentmindedly over your lips now, lost in that same thought as you stared at him when your daydream burst like a bubble as Pansy Parkinson sauntered into the common room, leaned over the couch and flung her arms around Draco.
“Pans” he acknowledged, his eyes never leaving his book as she pressed kisses to his cheek. The whole scene turned your stomach, disappointment, hurt and jealousy roiling in equal measures.
Their relationship was a new development over the last few weeks. He had never said anything to you about her, then all of a sudden she was following him around, hanging off of him, kissing him. You squeezed your eyes shut to keep them from welling up. You had been completely blindsided by their relationship and the pain in your heart felt like a fresh wound every day. What made her worth pursuing, but not you? What made her so much more attractive to him? Your mind raced with your own insecurities as you closed your book and stood to leave, unwilling and unable to sit and watch the two of them.
“You’re leaving?” Draco asked, surprised at your abrupt movements, at the lack of warmth he felt as you left his side.
“I’m going to get something to eat, good luck at practice” you said, forcing a smile on your face as you exited the common room as quickly as possible before your tears overflowed.
Draco’s eyes followed you the entire way out of the room. He was disappointed that you never wanted to hang out anymore. He missed you, but he couldn’t figure out how to tell you. Even when you were next to him, it felt like a chasm had opened up that he wasn’t able to cross. He was trying to work it out in his head as Pansy chattered in his ear… It couldn’t be Pansy, could it? He knew you weren’t her biggest fan, but did she really bother you that much? And if so, why hadn’t you said anything? It wasn’t like things were serious with Pansy. Truthfully, he didn’t even know why he had agreed to be with her in the first place. His head swirled as he stood up, pulling away from her.
“I’ve got to get to practice” he said dismissively amidst her whines of protest as he stormed out of the room.
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You had absolutely no appetite, but you made your way to the Great Hall anyway, knowing most everyone would be eating dinner and hopeful your friends could help you take your mind off of things. You were nearly there when you heard someone shout your name. You turned to see Cormac McLaggen of all people waving and jogging over to you. You were in the same year and had a few classes together, but the rivalry between your houses and between him and Draco was no secret as competing captains of their quidditch teams.
“Cormac” you said cooly as he approached you.
“Y/N, you’re looking beautiful as ever” he cooed, ever the flirt. You rolled your eyes in response.
“What can I do for you?” you asked, eager to move this conversation along.
“You can go out with me tomorrow night” he said, point blank.
You couldn’t suppress the laughter that came out of your mouth. “And why would I ever do that?” you replied mockingly.
His cheeks blushed and he managed to look bashful for a moment, which caught you off guard.
“Because I fancy you. Have for a while, but I always thought you and Malfoy….” he trailed off. “Now that he’s with Pansy, I thought I’d have a shot. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’d like to get to know you, if you’d give me a chance?”
You truly could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. You had always written him off as a flirt, well aware of the trail of girls he left in his wake, but he sounded so genuine, so sincere, and just the mention of Pansy’s name had your stomach churning again and your heart beating in your chest. If Draco didn’t see you that way, then why cling to something that was never going to happen? Not to mention a small part of you reveled at the idea of Draco hearing that you were going on a date with Cormac. You knew he’d be furious.
“Fine” you agreed.
“Yeah?” Cormac said, the surprise and joy written clear across his face.
“Sure” you shrugged, a smirk on your face.
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Draco was deep in his own head, trying to work out how to make things right with you, while simultaneously trying to focus on his plan for practice as he suited up in the locker room. They’d agreed to share the pitch with the Gryffindors for the evening, both teams eager to get in as much practice as possible before the Quidditch Cup and he gritted his teeth as he listened to the annoying chatter of the opposing team nearby, namely McLaggen, with his obnoxious drawl, going on about whatever girl he had managed to sack that week. Draco was just about to tune him out when he heard something that made his breath catch in his lungs.
“That’s right boys, I’m taking Y/L/N out tomorrow night. Now accepting bets on how long it will take to get her in bed. Ten galleons says we leave after one drink!” Their side of the room howled with laughter and eager cheers and jaunts.
Draco’s side of the room began to spin.
You were going out with McLaggen? Since when? And of all people, why him? Suddenly his uniform felt too tight around his neck, like he couldn’t breathe. He tugged at his collar and found that his hands were shaking. He was furious. Furious at the way McLaggen was talking about you, like you were any other girl. His mind raced with mental images of you two snuggled in a booth at the Three Broomsticks, walking hand in hand down the corridors, you wearing a jersey with his name on it and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. No, he definitely didn’t want you going out with McLaggen. But, the more he thought about it, he realized he didn’t want you going out with anyone…
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You were right that spending time with friends at dinner had been a welcome distraction and you felt calmer as you trailed your way back to the common room. You were about to go to your room to study a bit before bed when the door flung open behind you and Draco marched in, his eyes scanning the room wildly before landing on you. You had never seen him this angry before, and certainly never at you as he grasped your arm firmly and pulled you into the corridor, away from the prying eyes and whispers of your fellow housemates.
“Ouch – Draco – that hurts! Let go of me! What’s the matter with you?” you demanded as you tried unsuccessfully to wiggle out of his strong grasp.
“Is this some kind of joke to you?” he asked. “Because it’s not funny in the slightest.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, genuinely confused.
“McLaggen” he said, breathing heavily, “you and McLaggen.”
Oh, you realized. News travels fast.
You pulled out of his grasp and straightened up, meeting his burning gaze with your own.
“Not sure what difference it makes to you who I choose to go on a date with” you said smartly.
Draco let out an aggravated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Of course it made a difference to him. It made a massive difference to him, he realized, but he couldn’t coherently say what he wanted to say through the white-hot anger he felt pulsing through his blood, through the mental images of you with McLaggen that had plagued him all night.
“McLaggen, really?” was the only response he was able to muster.
“Oh, piss off, Draco!” you said. He didn’t have the right to be angry. He didn’t have a say in the matter. He was the one with a girlfriend to begin with.
Realizing what a mess he was making of the situation, Draco tried desperately to backpedal, to see if he could change your mind, to buy himself some time to figure all of this out.
“Look, he’s not a good guy. I heard him talking about you in the locker room, the things he was saying–”
You held up a hand in response, silencing him. “Just stop, Draco. You don’t get to do this” you said as you brushed passed him, back into the common room, leaving him alone in the corridor as he cradled his head in his hands.
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You eyed yourself in the mirror the next evening, taking in your stylish sweater, short skirt, tights and heeled boots. It felt nice to be wanted, to be seen by someone, even if it wasn’t the person you wanted it to be. You felt a familiar ache in your chest as you thought briefly of Draco and how deeply you wished you were getting ready for a date with him instead. But you quickly dismissed the thought as you remembered every painful moment you’d watched him and Pansy; instead, you grabbed your coat and headed to the common room.
You tried to make your way quickly to the door when you realized Draco and nearly all of your friends were there. You could feel Draco’s eyes on you like a hex, could feel the weight of his stare, distinct from everyone else’s and you hazarded a glance his way against your better judgement. His arms were crossed and he had an angry scowl on his face. You met his eyes and amidst the palpable anger, for just a moment, you thought you could see a sparkle, a glint that said stay here, with me, please don’t do this. It nearly pulled you back in, but you turned away quickly, unwilling to acknowledge how those eyes, how this boy made you feel.
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Your date went as predictably as you could have imagined. Revenge had felt sweet as you thought back to Draco’s reaction to your date, but now you were certainly paying the price. Gone was the bashful, blushing Cormac that had asked you out and in front of you was the self-flattering egotistical boy you had heard so much about. He bragged about himself relentlessly and he laid it on thick, inching closer to you every minute as you wiggled further and further away.
Your first butterbeer went down without any effort, proving to be a sweet distraction and a clear obstacle in front of your lips, which Cormac continually eyed.
“Another?” he asked eagerly, as you set down your empty glass.
“Sure” you said, smiling, looking forward to a moment of peace as he walked back to the bar, though he returned all too quickly.
“Here you are, beautiful” he said cheesily as he took a big gulp of his own.
You reached for the mug, happy to drown in the sweet liquid, but the first sip you took tasted awful: bitter and metallic, like the batch had gone bad.
“Gosh – I think something’s wrong with this” you said as you set the drink down, wincing.
“No, no I asked for another shot in it. It’s just stronger than you’re used to” Cormac said, winking as he pushed the drink back towards you.
Well, thank Merlin for that I suppose you thought as you choked down another sip and he renewed his efforts of bragging and flirting. Before long you felt a fog settle over your mind like a thick blanket. You felt yourself zoning in and out on his words, your thoughts wandering aimlessly.
“Gotta take a piss” he said abruptly, bringing you back to reality as he stood up. You looked down at your near-full drink and tried to think of a way to end this miserable date. You saw a large potted plant beside you, and took the opportunity to dump your drink there, hoping that Cormac would think you’d finished it and take the hint that it was time to leave.
Sure enough, he registered your empty glass immediately. “Whoa! I’ve got to catch up!” he said, as he chugged the last of his.
“I think I’d like to head back, if that’s alright with you?” you asked.
“Of course!” he said eagerly, rushing to help you out of the booth and wrap an arm around you possessively. You tried to create some distance between you but upon standing you realized the foggy feeling in your brain had wound its way to each of your limbs, making you sway slightly, so you relented and leaned into his strong frame.
You walked in silence for a while, your feet crunching on the frost on the ground. It was dark now and the street was illuminated only by the ambient light from the storefronts. Suddenly, Cormac surprised you by pulling you close to him in a small alleyway. He began kissing your neck, his lips working their way to the spot beneath your ear. “So beautiful” he murmured against your skin. “Never thought I’d see the day Malfoy’s girl took up an interest in me, but you are a slithery little minx aren’t you?”
His words, his lips, his everything felt so wrong and you struggled, scraping against his chest, trying to push his weight off of you fruitlessly; each of your limbs felt heavy and clumsy, uncoordinated.
“Sstop, Cormac” you managed weakly.
“What’s that?” he muttered, his hot breath making you feel feverish, flu-like.
“Sstop!” you said more forcefullyas you moved to push him off of you.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked angrily, pulling back.
“M’going backt’castle” you slurred, stumbling slightly as you made for the main road.
“No! Come back!” he said, reaching for you and grasping the back of your jacket strongly, nearly knocking you to the ground. “You can’t come out, dressed like that, then spend all night making eyes at me just to shut me down.”
“Leggo of me!” you said, your voice rising. You wiggled out of your jacket, leaving him empty handed as you forged forward into the cold. A few people walked by, muttering and eyeing Cormac suspiciously, keeping him grounded in place.
The walk back to the castle felt like it took years, like one of those dreams where you’re running but no matter how fast you move your legs you don’t make any progress. It was undeniably cold as thick snowflakes began to fall from the sky and gather at your feet. You could feel the cold on the outside of your body, but your insides were hot, like you could feel the blood running through your veins slowly, weighing down your movements, your thoughts. You could have cried when you finally reached the castle doors nearest the astronomy tower. You were shivering violently, you were uncomfortable and you were desperately confused.
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If anyone would have asked, Draco would have said he was reading. He’d even brought a book with him as an alibi, though it remained unopened in his lap as he sat in the window in the astronomy tower, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and McLaggen headed back from your date.
He didn’t know why he was so determined to put himself through the punishment of seeing you with him, perhaps because he knew had to see it with his own eyes to believe it, to believe you were truly happy with him, truly enjoying yourself. He thought about how beautiful you had looked tonight, your short skirt, your rosy cheeks, and he felt his heart squeeze as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration for the thousandth time, permanently mussing his normally slicked back locks. He let his head fall back against the cold stone wall when he saw erratic movement out of the corner of his eye and leaned forward in the window to get a better glimpse. Even between the thick, heavy snowfall and the dim light he could tell it was you, could see the color of your hair and your outfit and when he realized you were alone he was on his feet and moving before he knew what he was going to say. He dashed through the door and into the gathering snow.
“Y/N!” he called as he approached you.
You were hunched over hugging your arms to your body and he realized, suddenly, that you weren’t wearing your jacket. Merlin he was going to kill McLaggen.
“What’s wrong, where’s your jacket?” he asked, frantically, pulling off his own suit jacket to wrap around your shoulders.
You looked up at him and blinked slowly, searching his face like you were trying to figure out who he was, like you’d never seen him before.
“Y/N?” he asked again, as his heart began to quicken its pace with concern. “Are you okay?”
You looked confused at his question and as you stared at him, he took the opportunity to examine you properly. Your pupils were dilated wide and he could tell you were breathing heavily and shivering at the same time. He pressed a hand to your forehead and could feel you burning up despite the freezing temperature.
“Come on, let’s get you inside, alright?” he placed an arm around you gently and you melted into his embrace as he guided you up the stairs and into an empty classroom.
“What’s gone on, then? You’re all sorts of out of it. Where’s McLaggen?” he asked.
You shook your head in reply but didn’t offer more than that as your eyes fell to the floor.
“What were you drinking?” he tried.
“Butterbeers” you whispered.
This is helpless, he thought, yet he couldn’t ignore the feeling deep in chest that something wasn't right. He knew you better than anyone, better sometimes than he knew himself, and it wasn’t like you to go out and get drunk with a lad you hardly knew, and it wasn’t like you to wander around aimlessly without a jacket in the middle of winter, something was definitely wrong.  
“Tasted funny” you murmured quietly, pulling Draco out of his thoughts.
“What?” he said, wanting to make sure he’d heard you right.
“Tasted bad, so I didn’t drink all of it.”
Draco’s heartbeat thudded harder. He had read about a potion that was circulating around bars in London, intended to disorient and take advantage of people. This couldn’t possibly be it… McLaggen wouldn’t…. would he? Draco tried frantically to remember what he’d read as you swayed precariously on your feet and he caught you just in time, pulling you into his chest, too worried about you to enjoy the sensation of you pressed against him. He remembered the potion had a distinct taste, which made it difficult to mask. Sour? Tart? Bitter? Licorice, that was it. It tasted like black licorice.
“What did it taste like?” he prompted. “Your butterbeer, did it taste like something?” he asked, praying he was wrong.
“So gross” you murmured into his chest before you turned your head to face him as he looked down at you.
“Please, darling, try to think, did it remind you of something? A food? A candy maybe?” he tried.
“Yeah” you said quietly, thoughtfully. “Bertie Botts – what’s the ones we always pick out? The black ones?”
Fuck he thought.
“Licorice” he said sullenly.
“Licorice” you agreed.
His mind raced. He was going to kill him. He was going to bloody murder McLaggen with his bare hands. He was in utter disbelief that he would do something like this, to you, the most important person in Draco's life. As he thought about it, he pulled you further into his arms and you let out a contented sigh.
He needed to focus on getting you better. While it didn’t have long term harmful effects, he knew this potion was wreaking havoc on your body. From what he remembered the effects came in two stages, the first being disorientation, sluggishness and confusion and the second being a complete loss of inhibitions, making the drinker say and do whatever was on their mind, whatever their heart desired. It was no secret that Draco was good at potions, and he was hopeful he might be able to spare you the rest of the symptoms if they hadn’t set in yet.
“C’mon then” he said, urging you towards the door. You could barely stand on your own, nearly sinking to the floor again. Without wasting a moment, Draco scooped you into his arms, bridal style, one arm around your back, the other under your legs, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he carried you back to the common room.
He moved quickly, his mind working in overdrive thinking of the ingredients he needed for the remedy. You stirred in his arms, winding your own around his neck and pulling yourself closer into him. Your proximity sent a small shiver down his spine and he unconsciously gripped you tighter.
You murmured something against his neck, your breath tingling his skin.
“Hm?” he asked, struggling to understand you.
“Smell so good, you always smell so good, Draco” you said.
He smiled to himself and let out a small laugh, blushing. “Thank you” he whispered quietly.
You giggled back and he was glad to see that you were still conscious and coherent.
You wound your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and nuzzled into the tender spot just below his ear. He all but dropped you when he felt your warm lips against his skin, pressing kisses to his neck. He was grateful you were near the dungeons, nearly to his room, unsure how much longer he could be steady on his feet.
He tried to wiggle away, his mind and his body fighting each other in their reactions. He knew this was wrong, knew you had no idea what you were doing, but your lips were absolutely sinful against his skin, warm and wet and he couldn’t deny that the sensation stirred a reaction in every inch of his body, especially as you worked your way across his jaw, towards his lips.
He fumbled with the doorknob to his room and quickly ushered you both inside, kicking the door closed behind him as he set you down on your feet. Though he’d let go of your legs, you clung to his neck and pressed your body into his, your face inches from his. He swallowed deeply as he looked at you – you were very much coherent now, your cheeks a rosy red and your eyes, though still dilated, shimmered at him. You bit your bottom lip seductively as your eyes trailed to his lips and you leaned forward.
For half a second, he considered it. You were right there in front of him, the subject of his every waking thought for the last two days, and frankly for the last three years if he was honest, and you wanted him, that much was clear. He imagined sinking his lips to yours, feeling their wet warmth pressed against him, the velvet taste of your tongue.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, using every ounce of strength he had left to pull away from you. You let out a small groan that should not have affected him the way it did as he grasped your hips firmly and walked you to the bed.
“You don’t want to kiss me?” you asked, the pout on your face nearly bringing him to his knees.
“Not like this, not tonight” he managed, his voice husky as he kept his eyes averted from yours. “Sit” he said, gesturing to the bed.
You relented and he made his way over to a small cabinet in his room, pulling out the ingredients he needed to right this unbelievable situation.
“It’s because of Pansy, isn’t it?” you said behind him.
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to find the words to say in response.
“I think she’s terrible, Draco. I hate seeing the two of you together.”
He hazarded a glance in your direction, shocked at the truth of your words. You were laying back on his bed, eyes tracing the ceiling as you spoke. This was a conversation that needed to happen, he had loads he needed to say to you, but not like this. He remained silent as he sped up his efforts, mixing the ingredients in front of him; he was grateful that you remained silent for a while.
He had nearly finished when he heard shuffling behind him. He turned to see that you had pulled off your boots and you were pulling your sweater over your head.
Merlin you were going to be the death of him.
“Whoa whoa” he said, running to your side and trying to get you to stop just as your sweater hit the floor, leaving you in a dark lace bralette that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He peeled his eyes away, searching for a shirt, a towel, a hoodie, anything he could to cover you, finding one of his hoodies on a nearby chair just as you grabbed his wrist, pulling yourself into his arms again.
“Should be me and you, Draco” you muttered against his lips. You ran your hands up his chest and then ran one palm slowly downward, across his ribs, his stomach, his belt until his hand shot out and grasped yours firmly. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, he was having trouble breathing. He swallowed deeply before taking your face firmly in his hands, as much to get your attention as to keep himself from kissing you.
“Please listen to me. I’m begging you. You are absolutely beautiful, Y/N, breathtaking. And I would truly love nothing more than to have my way with you right now. Really. You have… no idea” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“But you’re not okay, you drank something you shouldn’t have and you have to focus on getting better, alright? Then we can talk about… all of this.”
You looked confused and more than a little disappointed, a pout set against your lips again, but your eyes traced his face, met his own and it was like a deeper part of you understood that he was trying to protect you.
“Okay” you sighed, relenting as you took the hoodie and pulled it over your head.
“Drink this” he said, offering the remedy he had made.
You eyed him warily but took the cup he offered you, sniffing it before taking a sip.
“Tastes good” you said, smiling at him, and he felt the first sense of relief since he’d found you that night as you finished the rest eagerly.
His eyes could have been deceiving him, but he swore he could see your pupils return to normal size as you blinked slowly.
“M’tired” you murmured. “Can I sleep?” you asked, glancing at his bed.
“Of course” he said, without hesitation as he helped you crawl under the sheets. You were out in a matter of minutes and he sunk into the couch next to his bed, exhausted, as he looked at you, trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
It had to have been the potion. But the potion didn’t make people say or do things they didn’t mean… it removed their inhibitions, allowed them to relax and pursue the deepest desires of their hearts, things they wouldn’t say or do otherwise. Was that it then? You were really attracted to him all this time? He thought about how long he had agonized over telling you how he felt, how he didn’t want to ruin your friendship and never felt any inclination that you saw him that way. It had driven him mad and was ultimately the reason he had agreed to start dating Pansy, hoping to distract himself from something he never thought possible.
He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and running his hands over his face.
There was no way he was going to be able to sleep tonight, between wanting to make sure you were okay and reliving over and over and over again the way you looked at him, the desire in your eyes, the pout on your lips and your hot breath against his neck. He pulled off his shirt and pulled on a pair of sweatpants as he settled into the couch, thinking what a perfect vision you were in his bed, your hair splayed out on the pillow, wearing his sweatshirt, your chest gently rising and falling.
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Your first thought was that you felt like you were on a cloud. You were immensely comfortable and you burrowed further into the sheets that were soft and silky and warm. You sighed deeply, breathing in a familiar scent that made you smile. You rested a moment longer before your brain slowly came to life; these sheets weren’t your sheets, and that smell was… Draco?
Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you tried to take in your surroundings. You were in a large four poster bed in a sea of emerald sheets; Draco’s room you thought. You looked down at your outfit, an oversized Slytherin sweatshirt you knew well; Draco’s sweatshirt. You looked to the other side of the bed and found it empty and you were surprised at how disappointed that made you feel. You stirred and turned to see Draco’s sleeping figure splayed over the small couch in his room, his frame much too large for it, making you smile. You let your eyes wander over his sleeping form, shirtless with a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. You looked around the room to see various articles of both of your clothing strewn on the floor. Oh god you thought. Did we…? You frantically tried to remember the night before and felt a sharp ache behind your eyes.
“Ahh” you said in pain as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, seeking relief.
The noise stirred Draco out of his sleep. It took him a moment to register the scene in front of him, you, in his bed, wearing his sweatshirt, him on the couch, and it all came back to him. You were hunched over and rubbing your eyes, your face squeezed in pain and he pulled himself quickly to his feet, making his way over to you and sitting on the bed next to you.
“Are you alright?” he asked, placing a hand gingerly on the side of your head.
You dropped your hands at the feeling of his. You had always been close, but this felt like a new level of intimacy as you met his eyes and saw them clouded with concern for you. His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheek tenderly.
“I’m f-fine” you managed, your skin warming under his touch as you desperately tried to piece together what had happened between the Draco that had scowled at you on the way to your date and the Draco in front of you. It was like a massive black hole existed where your memories should be.
He registered the look of confusion on your face.
“Do you remember... last night?” he asked, pulling his hand back. You wanted so desperately to remember, to understand what had him looking at you like that, his closeness and affection.
You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to try but were only met with the same sharp ache behind your eyes.
“I’m sorry, I can’t… I don’t…” you trailed off and it was silent for a moment. “Draco, did we…?” you let the question linger unfinished as you met his gaze.
His eyes widened, panicked. “No! No. I promise you. Nothing of the sort” he said, trying to reassure you. He smiled at you and you registered an uncanny pink in his cheeks as bobbed his head from side to side “…Despite your very best and most persistent efforts to the contrary.”
Now it was your turn to blush as you covered your mouth with your hands.
“WHAT?” you asked, astonished, humiliated. “Draco, I am so sorry, I—” you paused. What was there to be sorry for? The truth had clearly come out and the way he was smiling at you made you think he wasn’t unhappy to hear it. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t confused, he wasn’t demanding an explanation. In fact, he was looking at you in a way you had only dreamed of, his eyes full of tenderness as they traced your hair, your face.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for” he said quickly, his signature smile on his face.
“Okay…” you said, trying to feel out this new situation. “Are you going to tell me what happened? And why I don’t remember anything?”
His smile faded and he looked away from you. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he took a deep breath, silent for a while.
“Draco… you’re freaking me out” you said, your voice wavering as panic rose in your chest. “W-why don’t I remember anything?”
The pain and fear in your voice squeezed his heart. “Hey, it’s alright, you’re okay, come here” he said, pulling you into his chest. You curled into him, letting your heart beat against his, like it was the most natural thing in the world, your body seeming to remember something you couldn’t as it instantly relaxed.
“I don’t want to upset you, but you need to know the truth” he murmured against your hair. You pulled back to look at him, but he didn’t let you fully out of his grasp, his arms remaining circled around you as he took a deep breath.
“McLaggen – Cormac. You went out with him. From what I can gather you were at the Three Broomsticks and had a few drinks, a few butterbeers, but he put something in them. I’d read about it, it’s a potion that’s meant to…” he grimaced. “It’s meant to take advantage of someone, to make them confused and then drop their inhibitions. It’s said to taste awful, like—”
“Licorice” you said, a memory bubbling to the surface at the tart taste on your tongue, the greedy look in Cormac’s eyes as he encroached on your personal space. Your stomach roiled at the recollection and you scrunched your face in pain, the memories coming fast like flashes of a movie in your mind: you dumping your drink in the plant, Cormac pulling you into the alleyway, his lips, the weight of his body on you. You were breathing heavily and didn’t realize that you were crying until you felt warm wetness on your cheeks.
“No, no, no” Draco muttered as he pulled you back into his arms. “M’sorry. I’m so sorry. Please tell me he didn’t hurt you, didn’t take advantage of you, please. I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him.”
He let you cry as the weight of what could have been washed over you, rubbing circles into your back, murmuring calmly against your hair. “You’re safe now, it’s okay. I swear on my life I will never let anything like that happen to you, ever again.”
Soon your cries turned to ragged breaths. “It’s not your fault, Draco. You couldn’t have known, neither of us could.”
“I should have known, I told you I heard the way he was talking about you, like it was such a sure thing you were going to hook up with him.” You could feel Draco physically tense as he talked about it, every muscle taut. “I let my anger cloud my judgement. I was furious at the way he was talking about you, furious that you’d agreed to go out with him.”
You pulled back to look at him, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks. “Yeah, I gathered as much when you berated me” you said, shooting him a glare.
“I-I shouldn’t have done that. I mean, I meant it, but not in the way it came out. I wasn’t mad at you for going out with McLaggen. I was mad at you for going out with… anyone… anyone that wasn’t me…” he said, letting the truth linger in the air.
“W-what?” you said, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
He smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve fancied you for… a long time, but I didn’t want to ruin what we already had. You’re so important to me and I realized I would take having you in my life as a friend over not having you in my life at all should my feelings not be reciprocated.”
“But you’re literally dating Pansy!?” you replied, overwhelmed, exasperated.
“Was” he said.
“What?” you replied.
“Was dating Pansy. The minute I realized what a fuck up I’d been, I broke up with her. Yesterday, actually, just before you left for your date.”
You pouted at that and the familiar look of frustration on your face made him smile as he relived the same look on your face from the night before.
“Well, I obviously didn’t know that” you said, blushing deeply.
“Obviously” he agreed.
Your eyes fell to your lap and he reached over to tangle his fingers in yours reassuringly. You took them hesitantly at first, then eagerly, the warmth from his palm sending warmth to the rest of your body as well as you smiled, blushing.
You looked up to find Draco already staring at you, his eyes sizzling with warmth as they met yours before flitting, nearly imperceptibly to your lips and suddenly you were awash with another flood of memories from the night before.
You and Draco, just centimeters apart, him breathing heavily as he glanced at your lips.
The feeling of his taut chest underneath your fingers, your palm running over his abs.
His hands firm but tender on your cheeks. His words…“You are absolutely beautiful, Y/N, breathtaking. And I would truly love nothing more than to have my way with you right now. Really. You have… no idea.”
Curling into his bed, surrounded by his scent, and warm lips against your temple as he pulled the sheets around you.
“I-I remember” you said quietly.
His eyebrows quirked up accompanying a surprised look on his face.
“And?” he said, treading carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up that last night was more than just a side effect of a potion.
“And...” you started, blushing deeply and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, squeezing his hand as you met his eyes, shrugging bashfully, “I meant it, Draco, all of it. Not the way I imagined telling you, but gosh I’ve fancied you too, for a long time.”
He reached out with his free hand and pressed it to your forehead.
“What are you doing?” you giggled.
“Need to make sure you’re not still talking jibberish. You’re feeling okay? You mean it?” he said, moving his hand to various parts of your temple.
You reached up to pull his hand off of you. “I mean it, Draco” you said, smiling as he looked at you and laughed before the familiar look of desire crossed over his face again.
“Then please, for the love of Slytherin, can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper; his boldness and sincerity setting your body alight.
You nodded, smiling widely.
He leaned forward, closing the distance between you as his hand moved to cup your face locking you into him. Your body moved automatically, gravitating to him as his lips hovered over yours, ghosting them, tickling them with the barest touch of his own, savoring the anticipation of the satisfaction to come, the way you had wound your arms around his neck, the way you were breathing erratically against him, reveling in your desire before relenting. He kissed you sweetly, softly but deeply, with a passion that electrified every inch of your body. He pushed you backwards gently, laying you in the feathery softness of his bed as he rested his body comfortably atop you, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue, as you opened up to him immediately. Your kisses were like a dance you both already knew the steps to, effortless, beautiful, natural, your bodies so in tune to each other as your tongues tangled and he grasped you firmly against him.
He pulled away to look at you, breathing heavily and you couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips at the lack of contact. Never wanting to disappoint you again, he pressed his lips to yours and you wound your hands into his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer. You could feel him smiling against you as he pulled back again.
“Wait, wait” he said, pressing a kiss to your pout.
“What is it Draco?” you asked, breathless and impatient, his name on your kiss-swollen lips stealing his heart.
“Be mine?” he asked.
“It’s taken you long enough to realize it, but I’ve always been yours, Draco” you replied.
He hung his head in regret before meeting your eyes. “Trust me when I tell you--” he said, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your lips.
“I’m going to spend--” a deeper kiss.
“Every day” deeper still.
“Making it up to you” he said, sinking into you in earnest.
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grassoftunnel · 2 months ago
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I Love You For Psychological Reasons: George and Shannon as a matching pair of gendered insecurities
let me start right off…this is NOT a shipping post (for MANY reasons..), and is not structured in any particular way its just half awake rambling but I feel like George and Shannon’s relationship is super compelling in terms of what they are looking for in each other, and how they define themselves using each other as props.
the title is from the song I Love You For Psychological Reasons by They Might Be Giants which is kind of a cute romantic song but i think can be applied to them as a sad and cynical song about their relationship. I’ve also just thrown lyrics from this song into the post not for anything deep really but bc it made me think of them. Like I said, this is just rambling but I’ve divided it roughly into 4 ways they’re similar:
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Hard to explain, but it's plain that I love you for psychological reasons
The root of their decisions to pursue each other have nothing to do initially with an actual interest in the other on their own merits. For George, he was driven by wanting to make Shannon turn away from Battler and look at him that way instead, and for Shannon, george was her way to settle/move on from the heartbreak of Battler.
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Lately, I've taken to vacantly making repetitive movements. Mistakenly seen as improvements
They are both deeply insecure about their abilities to fulfil certain gendered expectations, and both seeing each other as pathways to successfully performing those gendered expectations. For George, he was bullied so much and unable to be “strong” and “assertive” or even defend himself, and feels like he’s not a real man because of it. For Shannon, she has her hangups about her androgynous appearance first, and then her intersex body later. See also, their awkward, and at times uncomfortable/forced miming of their ideas of how a man and a woman in a relationship “ought” to act. For George, this can sometimes veer into really uncomfortable ordering around of Shannon…and as for Shannon herself…she learns to react in specific ways to his artificial negging. Both are trying to follow the “script” for how George thinks these types of couple interactions should go/what he thinks Shannon wants based on his distorted perceptions of her past relationship with Battler.
They are both also well aware of the inexperience of the other in relationship matters, so they are able to kind of do a training-wheels version of an actual relationship (most notable with George, but for Shannon like as much as she eventually slowly grows to like George…kind of…any boy who was nice/showed interest would have done the job).
Nearing perfection but wisely electing To shun my reflection, preferring instead shoe inspection
Even then, they’re both twice shy due to their own neuroses so their relationship kind of stalls until George resolves to marry her.
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They are also both desperately wanting to leave their old/current self behind, in favour of remaking themselves in order to reach a certain type of future, even at great personal cost. For George, this is his desire to go all out in marrying Shannon, even to the point of throwing away his family if he needs to.
Under the table, unwilling, unable, the torture's medieval The dream is a fable with feeble wings
For Shannon this is her murder-suicide bomb plot deathwish that will wipe away all traces of the truth of her cage of flesh (of the body which makes her “unable to love” in a physical sense..and also a genetic one..since it taints the romantic relationships that were so important for her with incest) ,and make real the possibility of her relationship with George being a True, Uncomplicated Love. They differ greatly though in what this commitment to this relationship means emotionally….for George it’s triumphant but for Shannon, while also triumphant in a way…it’s a bittersweet death march.
Why does the mouse share the house with the louse? They won't say, but they feel their feelings
It’s also worth noting that both of them see the other as “above” themself, and as attaching themself onto someone better in order to improve themself (regardless of whatever the actual reality of their class and age difference is…)
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I'm ashamed to admit I'm afraid of assuming the blame For my lame abnegation of braveness and fame Brain in a jar in a car in reverse, I'm rehearsing the way I'll replay how to say how to be where you are
In pursuing this relationship, they both want to prove to themselves that they are capable of achieving these things that they’ve wanted for so long (performing their gender, remaking themselves). They are both constantly trying to plot out their future and like do a “good job” of hitting milestones in their relationship rather than being carried naturally from one stage to another.
Anyway I have no way to wrap this up lmfaoo this is just my loose thoughts! These two are really interesting! Their weird falsely-mutualistic relationship where theyre simultaneously both getting something but also not really getting something of actual substance since its all performance. The selves they present to each other within the context of the relationship are curated specifically to exist in the relationship. And of course this relationship “succeeding” crystallises Sayo’s resolve to undertake the murder suicide…the win condition for both of them is so drastically different haha…
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sweet-as-an-angel · 11 months ago
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Hello!! Love your writing!! If the Yandere Outlaw's darling ever escapes from him somehow (probably after some time), do you think he would pursue them or leave them be? Would he kidnap someone else??
Thank you kindly for writing in, my Sweet ! It brings me boundless joy to know that you enjoy my works ^^
To answer your question, if — and that’s a monumental if — you managed to escape the Outlaw, he is entirely unwilling to let you go.
Be it a day, a month, years after your escape, Yandere! Outlaw will scour the Earth until he finds you. Sure, he may kidnap the odd person here and there who bears your likeness to…satisfy his needs, but they never hold a candle to you. Your face, your smile — fleeting as it may have been in his presence — your wit; everything that made you, you, cannot be replicated. And the Outlaw knows this.
This is what makes him one of the deadliest yanderes you can encounter in the wild; he is relentless. Restless in your absence, feral when you’re near. You’re the only person who’s ever made Yandere! Outlaw feel. And that is what keeps him hot on your tail, no matter how far you flee.
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meant to be yours
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, dead dove, unwilling cannibalism - reciever doesn't know! self-mutilation. obsessive, creepy, delusional reader. no real sex but masturbation n fantasies. very little smut and also a lil vomit.
a/n: idk why, but i... could not get this out of my head. been writing this the past few hours n it's now 1am... all i'm gonna say is read at your own discretion
word count: 1.9k words
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There wasn't much good in your life. Not really. You'd never been one to talk much. No family, no friends. You spent most of your life working, dropping out of school, and saving money from a young age in order to pursue your one true passion - baking.
Opening up your own shop was hard. You went hungry most nights in order to skim a little cash from your dead-end job to be able to afford the down payment. But it worked. You had your own bakery, and business was booming.
For once in your life, you felt happy.
The day Leon came into the bakery for the first time changed everything. A festering desire found its way into your mind, an itch that wouldn't leave. He was your soul mate, you knew it. He was the sweetest thing you'd ever seen. So pure and untouched.
He made your skin crawl. You needed to be closer to him, to corrupt him in a way that no one would ever come close to you. You needed to be his, mind, body and soul. His smile made you nauseous. How many others had received that same smile?
No. You had to have him in a way no one else could.
You started experimenting. Simple things, really. Your love for him was all consuming, and you're sure in time he'd come to understand how much you worshipped him. He'd be appreciative of all you'd done for him once he found out.
It made it all worth it as you carved into your flesh for the first time. Your teeth clamped down on an old leather belt of yours to stiffle your screams, a piece of fabric tied tight around your thigh to slow the bleeding as you cut chunks of your flesh out.
The pain almost made you pass out, but you wouldn't let your weakness get in the way of showing devotion to Leon. You swallowed your bile as it rose up your throat, blinked past the blurriness of your tears.
You did your best to treat the wounds efficiently after. YouTube can only teach you so much, and your hands wouldn't stop shaking, so you couldn't wrap the bandage as tight as you should have. But that was okay. You couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk someone stopping your plan.
You swallowed some painkillers and went to bed, content with the knowledge that tomorrow was Saturday. That meant Leon would be coming. You had something really special for him.
You wake up with a hop in your step the next morning despite the excruciating pain you were in. You down more painkillers and pop the pack in your pocket, although it does little to dull your pain.
You grind the carefully harvested flesh down. You had already made the dough which had expanded nicely. This would have to be your best work, after all. You carefully lay out the necessary ingredients, combining them before placing the filling neatly into the dough.
You gather up the edges of the disc you'd made, folding them over the seasoned flesh and tucking them in to form a nice ball. You smile at yourself, feeling like you deserved a pat on the back. Once the egg wash is on, you place them into the oven and glance at the clock.
Perfect timing.
You smile and set up the rest of the bakery for opening. Once the buns are cooked, you take them out and place them in the back. You greet all the customers as friendly as always despite the burning in your thigh and the obsession making itself known in the forefront of your brain.
The closer it gets to Leon's usual entrance time, the more antsy you get. You can't keep still, shifting your weight between your feet as it becomes increasingly more difficult not to snap at every customer that walks in. They were all wasting your time.
Your eyes flick over to the clock on your wall constantly. The quiet ticking makes your eyes twitch and keeps your nerves on edge. You want to rip the clock from the wall and-
“Hey.” Your head snaps to the door. A smile makes its way to your face as you relax. Finally. You lean on the counter, your gaze trailing Leon's face appreciatively.
“Leon. Hi.” You breathe out, all the tension seeping out of your muscles. He makes all the pain you endured worth it, just to see his smile. “The usual?”
He nods softly, and you get to work packing his order. He likes to treat himself to a slice of cake and a pastry at the end of the week. It's the cutest thing ever to you, and you always like to throw in an extra little snack. On the house, of course.
“Hey, I tried something new today. Saved some for my favourite customer. Want to try it?” The festering in your mind returns tenfold. You didn't know what you'd do if he didn't accept. Your mind was screaming at you, wanting nothing more than to see him eat your flesh. To become one with you.
Please. Your mind supplies, your breathing growing shallow as you wait for his reply. The seconds feel like they stretch into hours, your nails digging into your palms and leaving little crescent shaped marks in the flesh.
“Sure! What did you make?” He asks, sweet as ever. The air you suck in after that satisfies your whole body, like the first breath of air after you'd been drowning. Your lungs stop burning, your mind stops screaming.
“I'm trying out some more savoury stuff. Trying to broaden my horizons, you know?” You say with a chuckle, stepping back to retrieve the tray. “I made some pork buns. Saved them just for you. They're all yours, if you like them.”
He lets out a laugh himself, eyes examining the food in front of him. “You're too good to me. These look amazing.”
Take one. Please. Just one.
“Ah, it's nothing.” You say causally, your eyes locked on his hands as they reach out for one of the buns. Your heart beats faster, feeling like it's about to break free past the cage of your ribs. “You're an officer. Just giving back.”
“Oh, is that what it is?” He says with an amused smile, finally picking up one of them.
Yesyesyesyes. Just a little longer.
It takes every ounce of willpower in you not to make a noise as he takes a bite. It's even harder to keep a neutral expression as he chews it, his eyes widening slightly. He swallows the bite, looks at you and grins. You lean forward, watching with morbid curiosity as his Adam's apple bobs, picturing the chunks of your flesh sliding down his throat.
“Wow! These are, like… really good. You should definitely start selling them.” He compliments, taking another bite. You watch him finish up the bun with increasing interest, your eyes practically sparkling with joy and your pussy throbbing with need.
“That's, um…” Your words come out shaky, so you clear your throat and try again. “Thank you. That means a lot. I'm really glad you liked it.”
“Did you need anything else today? Or is that all?” You ask politely, your hands idly brushing the edge of the counter - desperate for something, anything to ground you as you wait for his response. The anticipation was enough to drive you mad with desire, but you had to stay composed.
If only Leon could understand how much you truly wanted him. How much you needed him to see you, to really see you, not just look at you. What you'd do for him to touch you. Consume you. Become one with you.
“No, no. I think that's it.” He says with a head tilt, not looking unlike a puppy in that moment. You want to keep him in a little room, safe from the cruelty in the world. Maybe a cute little display case you dust off every day.
“Alright, no problem, then.” You say as you start to ring up his order, telling him the price and taking the money. “Let me just wrap these up, and you can be on your way.”
With practised ease, you quickly wrapped the ordered items in paper, making sure the wrapping is secure. Once done, you carefully place them into a brown paper bag, double checking everything was intact. Reaching out, you held it out towards Leon, a kind smile on your face as you tried to ignore the aggressive beating of your heart. Your hand shook slightly, yearning for contact. For just a tiny moment of skin on skin. "Here you go.”
“Thank you so much! I'll see you next week.” He tells you as he reaches for the bag, his fingers brushing yours lightly as he takes it, getting ready to leave the bakery.
"Have a wonderful day." You reply, your voice breaking slightly as you watch him walk away. Your eyes follow his form disappearing down the street until he was out of sight before you let out a ragged breath, collapsing against the counter. Today had been... too close. Too much contact. You needed to calm down.
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Your mind wanders for the rest of the day, thinking about how satisfying it would be when you were finally his. You'd get him to accept your gifts with open arms. How could he not love you when he'd realised how much you'd sacrificed for him?
You wanted him to dip his tongue in your wounds, to thank you properly for the pain you'd sustained for him. You'd worship every inch of his body, give everything you'd had to him.
Oh, how good it would feel when he sunk his cock into you for the first time. You'd be perfect for him, open up so easily for him. You'd take every inch without complaint, let him fuck you as often as he wanted.
Maybe he'd sink his teeth directly into your neck when he realised how much he craved your flesh. You'd make him crave another taste. The thought made you shiver, arousal pooling into the gusset of your panties, making the fabric stick to you.
You closed up early to return to your apartment. You find your bed instantly, flopping down and stripping within seconds. You shove two fingers deep into your cunt as you pictured Leon fucking you. The sloppy wet noises fill your room as your moans echo off the empty walls.
Your free hand shifts to the wound on your thigh, and you press down harshly. You scream in pain, nausea hitting you instantly at the agonising pain. It's enough to make you cum, your pussy gushing around your fingers. You lean over the edge of the bed, throwing up onto the hardwood floor. You'd deal with it later.
You curl up into a ball, breathing heavily through tears and mucus as the burning sensation worsens. You can barely breathe through the acrid scent assaulting your senses. It was all worth it. You'd tear every muscle fibre of your body apart to show your reverence to Leon. No one can love him like you can.
You wouldn't be content until he devoured you whole. Not until your souls became intertwined and you were sure you'd plague his thoughts like he had plagued yours. His teeth would sink deep into the flesh of your still beating heart, and only then would he understand the extent to which you adored him.
His innocent appearance meant nothing when he could ruin you so completely with one simple look. One touch. One smile.
He already had.
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Hi, hope you're having a good day/afternoon/evening. Do you write stuff about Hellboy? If yes, could you plesase do gn!verytall!reader x Nuada, where he takes a dislike on them, but somehow catches feelings, but he can't and will not accept that and reader don't know why they're locked in their dungeons and just wait for their death. Nuada has a goal: eliminate all humans. However, he doesn't know if he should include reader. If you're not into Hellboy, forget I asked anything. I like your prompts by the way.
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What’s up with me and liking these kinds of characters…I guess we’ll never know. 🦦
It probably wasn’t your smartest move in separating from the group to pursue a lead in finding prince Nuada on your own because whatever delusion you were riding on at the time that made you think that you stood a chance at besting him. A man who’s movements were as fast, swift and as fluid as a cold breeze.
It might as well be considered a death sentence to fight Nuada on your own. Something you should’ve taken into consideration for as soon after your brief one sided fight, which had Nuada dominating for most of it. But instead of delivering the killing blow with his lance, Nuada had decided to take you as a prisoner and had you flung into one of his dungeons until you friends come to retrieve you or for death to greet you first; So while you waited for either outcome, you began trying to find creative ways as to entertain yourself.
Meanwhile Nuada was finding himself to be at odds with himself over his resolve but mostly over you, a pathetic, greedy, hollow human being. No better then the others in his eyes and yet Nuada found his feelings of resentment, anger and anguish he held towards the human race, having dwindled the moment your eyes met his as he held his lance closely to your throat. Nuada knew that he could’ve finished you off like he had done to countless others but why were you the one to make him falter, to question his resolve, his purpose and cast an ember of warmth within his heart?
What made you so special in comparison to the others, whom he had so easily had snuffed the lives from? Why was it that throughout your fight did he not take full advantage of your openings, your weaknesses then and there? Nuada was given so many golden opportunities to rid himself of yet another filthy human, but something deep down inside was telling him to not bring you any more harm than he already had. Naturally Nuada assumed it was some magical trickery that you possessed in order to mess with his mind, however it was documented that you had no such gifted ability like Liz; You were just an ordinary human like any other who thought they couldn’t do no wrong, while simultaneously standing by and doing nothing to bring about change in the nature of your people.
This only proved to piss and confuse Nuada even more. You were rotting in his dungeons and yet you still manage to haunt his mind like a ghost. Hell he could visualise you so vividly and so real within his own head, making sure to get every feature of yours right, that he could almost reach out and actually touch you and be able to feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips, feeling your muscles move beneath his touch, followed by your sharp inhale at the unsuspecting contact from him.
You distracted Nuada from what he felt was most important, form what he set out to do and he wasn’t one to leave any unfinished business, not when he was close to achieving his ultimate goal in eradicating all mankind, so much so that he could practically taste it on his tongue. However there was a slight problem with that, for if he were to eradicate all humans, that would naturally include you in that; The one human who had made a home within his unwilling heart and he didn’t know what to make of it because once again he was heavily conflicted, for his heart had grown to find some semblance of enjoyment within your company, much to his dismay.
‘How could I have allowed myself to become so weak!’ Nuada hissed to himself as his once relaxed hands became fists within a blink of an eye. ‘My head and heart have both betrayed me with their conjoined weakness towards that..human.’ He adds bitterly, adamant in even uttering the word human. It felt both vile and wrong to Nuada in naming those who’s inherent greed and corruption had put him in his current position; He felt as though he was doing a disservice to his own people for feeling any kind of way towards the enemy, and yet his heart couldn’t help but become more and more intrigued by you.
Had things played out a little differently just what would your relationship with him be? His heart would wonder aloud.
They’re a human, you fool! There will never be a relationship between them and us, for we’d only end with a knife within our backs. Nuada’s mind would reply, not wanting to ever show an ounce of weakness towards the enemy, not when he was so fucking close to finishing it.
It was within your human nature to be cruel, to lack empathy, kindness and compassion and yet Nuada felt an uncertainty in whether or not he wanted you dead with the rest of humanity. Would it be considered hypocrisy if he were to keep you alive while everyone else is dead? Maybe but he would deal with the consequences of his actions for a later date.
For now he had to confront you about how you’ve made him feel recently.
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𝐂𝐀𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄
Being unleashed into the forest with a murder chasing you, you have the choice of fighting or flying. Fighting was always his favourite, yet the chase was always yours because you knew what would happen once he caught you.
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Ghost face one shot, (TW) - knifeplay, punishment, spanking, fingering, rough sex, explicit content
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Author's note: I wrote this for fun, so apologies for it being very short
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The ominous forest stretches out as far as the eye can see. Lost and disoriented, the darkness obscures any sense of direction, leaving you feeling vulnerable and uncertain. 
A sense of anticipation fills the air as the sound of footsteps reverberates through the dense forest, abruptly ceasing.
You feel the impact of your body against the coarse bark of the tree, trying to catch your breath as silently as possible. Trembling with fear, you raise your hand to your mouth, unsure of how to evade the clutches of a murderer. 
Little did he know, the pursuit was always your favourite. 
Amidst the barren tree branches, a faint light beckons, while the resounding thud of sturdy boots draws nearer with each passing moment. With each step getting closer, you can feel your heart racing, as if it's ready to burst out of your chest. 
Even though you're both alone in the forest, the sound of heavy breathing can be heard right away making you question whether it’s him or not. 
You remain completely still, except for your eyes, as you vigilantly observe the area to your right. You notice a shiny metallic object that grabs your attention. Without hesitation, you swiftly emerge from your hiding spot behind the tree and deliver a swift strike to his shin with your right foot. 
The unexpected events take him by surprise, evident in his physical reactions. As he drops to one knee, he thrusts his right hand forward, trying to catch you with the knife. You quickly shift your body, causing you to lose your balance and fall backwards. 
You let out a deep grunt as you collapse onto the ground, giving him the opening he's been anticipating. An overwhelming sense of fear engulfs you like a raging inferno, compelling you to desperately claw at the earth and hastily retreat from the figure, who swiftly rises to his feet. 
His imposing presence looms over you, seemingly increasing in height with each passing moment. As he mindlessly wields the knife in his hand, you rely on your only defence—your legs. 
You vigorously kick and flail your legs, desperately trying to push him aside. 
Your right leg somehow manages to rise up and knock the knife out of his hand, sending it soaring into the abyss. Seizing the moment, you rely on your own strength to rise from the ground. As you do, his outstretched arm attempts to pull you closer, but you manage to evade his grasp. 
Confronted by the man who has relentlessly pursued you through the dense forest, you cautiously retreat, unwilling to divert your gaze from him. The mask covering his face has small stains and marks that could be dirt or blood. 
His gaze fixates on you as he carefully observes your expression, finding delight in the fear that seems to be overwhelming you. 
Out of nowhere, he lifts both of his hands up beside him, as if he's almost surrendering. The mysterious figure dons thick black gloves, concealing their true identity as they cautiously lower their fingers. 
You appear perplexed as you observe his fingers steadily falling. You maintain your composure as you cautiously retreat from the man, who suddenly quickens his pace by lowering his fingers. 
He raises a solitary finger, holding it up briefly. He keeps fixating on you, and it's hard not to notice the immense delight it's giving him. 
Out of nowhere, the finger descends, and he unveils something hidden behind his back with his right hand. As he retrieves the object from behind him, he tilts his head in a seemingly taunting manner, leaving you perplexed until another knife materialises in his hand. 
"Run," his voice commands, famous and familiar. 
You quicken your steps, your eyes wide with anticipation, as the man behind you resumes his pursuit, turning the chase into a thrilling game of cat and mouse. 
As soon as you catch sight of him hurrying his steps, you swiftly pivot your body and set your sights on the flickering light in the distance—a captivating new goal. 
You can't help but notice the metallic taste that fills your mouth, causing you to wonder if all that running is taking a toll on your body. The speed at which your feet transport you is truly remarkable. You would have given up a while ago but you were determined to beat your record. 
With each heavy footfall on the unforgiving terrain, a deep tremor reverberates through your being. The sight of an old house, illuminated by flickering light, brings a wave of emotion, almost bringing tears to your eyes. 
The house appears even more menacing than the thing that is pursuing you in the forest. 
As you glance behind you, you desperately hope that he isn't as near as you fear. However, your heart sinks as you catch sight of a gleaming blade hurtling towards you. 
In a matter of seconds, you swiftly manoeuvre your body to evade any potential harm from the menacing blade. Simultaneously, you hold onto hope that the door ahead of you is accessible. 
You instinctively hurl yourself against the door, propelling your body forward. As the door swings open, it nearly propels you into the house, revealing a surprisingly well-decorated interior that stands in stark contrast to the dilapidated exterior. 
In just a matter of moments, your gaze lands upon the staircase situated to your right. You quickly hurry towards the stairs without considering a plan. 
Upon reaching the fifth step, an intense sensation grips your left leg, forcefully dragging you downward. 
You feel a sudden impact as your body collides with the unforgiving stairs, leaving you breathless. The strong exclamation "fuck!" Bursts from your mouth in a rough grunt as you sense yourself being pulled down the steps. 
An intense and noticeable pain spreads through your entire body, as if it originates from deep within your veins. 
He releases his grip on your foot and grabs your thigh while twisting your shoulder to guide your body to turn over. You struggle against his grasp, but in the midst of the struggle, he brandishes a knife, aiming to strike. 
The sharp blade grazes your cheek, leaving behind a vivid crimson mark. 
You vigorously strike him with your hands while wiggling your legs free of his grasp. The male pulls you further down towards him, leaving you trapped beneath him and before he has the chance to do anything else to you, you bring your knee towards your chest and throw it into his stomach. 
With a heavy grunt, he gets choked up and releases his grip on you. You shove the male away from you and watch as he trips down the few short stairs, giving you time to climb up the remainder. 
“You’re going to regret that, bitch,” you hear him call out from below but you don’t waste a second. 
Three doors catch your attention as you reach the top of the stairs, each one identical to the other. You run towards the furthest one and pray there will be a way to escape somehow. 
As you slam the door behind you, an object stops it from closing. Looking down to the ground, you notice his foot is wedged between the gaps, preventing you from shutting him out. You grunt and huff as you try to force him out. 
Suddenly, using all of his weight, he knocks the door wide open, sending you flying back. Your body smashes against a dresser, causing everything to slide off. Without seeing his face, you can tell from his body language that a large smirk is evident on his features because he knows he has you. 
He lunges towards you, blocking your exit. As you go to protect yourself by raising your fist towards him, he harshly wraps his digits around your exposed skin and slams you against the wall using all his force. A wince escapes your lips while you try to calm yourself down. 
“Caught you,” his heavy tone whispers like smooth butter. With no warning, he trails his knife along your exposed thigh, inching higher and higher but stopping just before your thong. “You’re getting faster,” he praises. 
He presses his knife against your clothed clit, causing your breath to hitch because he’s teasing you the way he knows you like it, “but not fast enough.”
"You cheated," you accuse, breathless. Struggling against his hold on your hands, you refuse to give in as he strengthens his grasp. "You knew I was going to run into here.” you declare.
He inclines his head as he uses his knee to gently widen the space between your legs. "You had the option to continue running, but instead, you chose the simpler path." Every nerve in your body tingles as his voice resonates, while the blade gently glides over your skin.
Your head moves in a cautious manner, aware of the sharp object tracing your face.
"And due to your actions, I’m going to have to punish you like the slut you are.” His demeanour undergoes a complete transformation, leading to a shift in his tone. Suddenly, without warning, he forcefully hurls your body away from the wall and onto the floor.
Caught off guard, a grunt escapes your lips as you hit the chilly ground. You can't help but notice the imposing figure before you, starting from his sturdy boots and moving up to his mysterious mask, making you feel a lump in your throat.
Gradually, he approaches you, observing your every move as though you were a defenceless creature.
"Get on your knees," he orders as he halts in front of you.
You gaze at him for a few moments, your heart pounding in your chest, uncertain of his next move. Out of nowhere, his sizable hand grabs onto your hair, making you flinch as he lifts you up from the ground until you're on your knees.
With a firm hold on your hair, he leans in closer to your face. “You better start fucking listening, otherwise I won’t be happy.”
In an instant, he releases his hold on your head and begins to unbuckle his trousers. Even though you've been in this situation countless times, a wave of nerves still washes over you.
As he removes his trousers, you are met with the noticeable shape in his boxers. He seizes the band and yanks it down, allowing his thick cock to spring free. 
Innocently, you stare up at him, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you.
His cock appears larger than you recall. The tip is a bubblegum pink with two prominent veins running down the base, seemingly twitching at you, eager to be savoured.
As you look into his eyes, you gently grasp his cock and move in to kiss his tip. You tantalise him by gently swirling your wet tongue around his tip and along his slit, eliciting a deep grunt from his mouth.
As you focus on him, you withdraw and watch as the saliva from your lips falls into your hand. You caress his cock, lubricating it with saliva, and then proceed to take him into your mouth.
A sharp hiss escapes his lips as you once again sense his large hand grabbing onto your hair. He forces your head forward, making his tip reach the back of your throat.
Your eyes widen as you gag with his cock in your mouth. His head tilts back, as he treats you like a puppet, controlling your movements as you struggle. Your face glistens with saliva; tears well up in your eyes as he reaches the back of your throat, yet you remain fixated on him.
He stares down at you as you perform the intimate act. “Look at you, sucking my cock like the whore you are."
He moves your head away from his cock, giving you a moment to catch your breath before thrusting it back into your mouth. The room fills with gags and grunts as he rocks your head faster, signalling his closeness.
"Fuck," he grunts softly as he keeps thrusting into your mouth. He manipulates your head as if you're a puppet controlled by his desires.
He relentlessly mistreats your mouth while muttering curses under his breath. You sense his throbbing cock pulsating in your mouth and with one last thrust, your mouth starts to fill with a heated fluid that shows no sign of stopping.
You try to swallow it, but there's just too much coming out.
He withdraws his cock from your lips, and as he does, some of his release begins to trickle out, flowing down your chin.
“You’re such a fucking mess,” he remarks, running his thumb along your chin to gather the spilled fluid. Suddenly, he pushes his thumb into your mouth, ensuring not a drop is wasted.
He removes his hands from his gloves and tosses them aside. As he walks behind you, he tightly grips your hair strands and pulls you back. Whimpers escape your lips, fueling his excitement.
Suddenly, your body is forcefully pulled towards the bed, but he halts just before you make contact. He abandons you on the floor as he settles into the bed. “Stand up and strip,” he orders.
Gradually, you rise from the ground and position yourself a couple of metres away from him. Feelings of excitement and anticipation surge through you as you begin to remove your top. Tossing the fabric to the side of the room, you then lower your skirt to the floor.
Even with the mask concealing his face, you sense his gaze absorbing every detail of your form.
As you step out of your skirt, you nervously wait for his next words, "everything."
You reach behind yourself to unhook your bra, letting it slip off your arms and land on the floor. Sensations of exposure and vulnerability wash over you as you slide your thong down your legs until it falls to the ground.
“Get down on all fours,” he orders, making your eyebrows furrow together in confusion.
"Wha-" you begin to say, but he swiftly tilts his head at you—a clear warning.
Biting your tongue, you carefully lower yourself to the ground. You kneel and place your hands in front of you, seeking reassurance from him. You notice a slight nod, indicating his desires.
He commands, "“Crawl to me.” His deep and alluring voice whispers those words, “And when you reach me, you’re going to climb onto my lap.” 
You find yourself engulfed in a whirlwind of uncertainty, unable to even consider protesting against him. Following orders, you begin to move towards the man, his attention never leaving you.
Fortunately, the proximity isn't far, but you proceed cautiously, suspecting it might have aroused him.
You grasp his thighs and then climb onto his lap with your exposed body. With your arms around his shoulders, you straddle his lap, anticipating his next move.
He moves in closer to your ear and softly murmurs, "Good girl."
As the two words escape his lips, you’re met with a bundle of pleasure, taking you by surprise. His thumb gently caresses your sensitive clit in a circular motion as his fingers explore your inner folds, whispering, "You're always so wet for me."
All at once, his fingers slide into your wet pussy, prompting you to clutch his shoulders and bite your lower lip, nearly breaking the skin.
As gentle whimpers try to break free from your lips, his fingers delve further into you. You move your hips against his, breathing heavily. "P-please..."
“Do you want another finger, baby?” He asks while curving his two thick fingers against your walls.
You nod eagerly, aware that speaking will reduce you to a whimpering wreck.
Without a second thought, he slides two additional fingers into you. Your fingers grip his shoulders tightly as you let out a moan of ecstasy, causing him to savour every moment, “H-holy fuck,” 
He softly murmurs, "I wish you could see yourself dripping down my hand, you slut," almost pushing you to the brink.
“Fuck me,” you exclaim as you keep grinding your hips against him. "P-please..." Your words fade into a soft sound of pleasure as you try to communicate.
"P-please fuck me," you finally manage to plead.
With a single fluid motion, he withdraws his fingers from you and pulls you close as he rises to his feet. He swiftly repositions you on the bed, facing you downward with your ass facing him.
A sudden jolt of pain reverberates through your body when his hand makes contact with your ass. Sensations intensify as he glides his cock between your folds, making you nearly plead for more.
As you open your mouth to speak, a sudden, intense, choked up moan flees from your throat as his thick cock enters your tight pussy. With his head tilting back, he murmurs, "I forgot how tight you are,"
You grip the comforter tightly as you sense him thrusting into you. He quickly increases his speed, building up tension inside you, leading to muffled moans escaping your lips.
“You love my cock fucking your tight pussy, don’t you?” His voice is tense as he poses the question, and when you struggle to reply, he smacks your ass and then forcefully pulls your hair to lift your head.
You nod with tears in your eyes and whisper, "Yes, yes, I do."
“Because you’re my fucking slut,” he grunts as he intensifies his movements inside you. 
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Spencer Reid x Autistic son reader
So sorry for taking so long to write this oneshot!
Requested by : Larri6ox
Request: Spencer is a dad to a 14 year old boy he is autistic and someone was stalking Spencer and yn one day after school he gets kidnapped Spencer was spiraling and the team searched for yn while that was going on yn was tied to a pole beaten and tasered it took the team 4 days to find yn Spencer ripped to the ropes off yn while the rest took down the unsub yn clung to his dad crying and overwhelmed he couldn't even speak Spencer comforted yn as the paramedics fixed him up yn slept in Spencer's arms when they got home yn was to scared to sleep by himself around 3 am yn woke up screaming from a nightmare Spencer woke up and held yn to comfort him yn was muttering about an accident Spencer got the hint that yn wet himself Spencer calms him down and helps yn get cleaned up they slept on the couch watching Tom and Jerry.
This is a long request, hope you like it.
Third person pov...
In the twilight's embrace, as the city buzzed with activity, a sinister plot unfolded, targeting an innocent youth named Y/N.
Y/N Reid was walking home from school when he found himself the unwilling target of a sinister stalker. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figure had been pursuing Special Agent Spencer Reid's beloved child, leaving Y/N vulnerable.
On that fateful day, as Y/N strolled home along the familiar path, a sudden chill ran down his spine.
A figure emerged from the darkness, his movements purposeful and menacing. Y/N's heart pounded with fear as he realized he was being followed.
Panic consumed him as he broke into a desperate run, his small legs carrying him as fast as he could.
But the unsub, his relentless pursuer, was closing in. The air grew thick with terror as Y/N's cries for help went unanswered. "Help me! Please!" He cries though knowone could hear him.
In a secluded alleyway, the unsub lay in wait. With a swift and ruthless move, he snatched Y/N and disappeared into the night.
Spencer, at his wits' end with worry, spiraled into a desperate search. The BAU team rallied around him, leaving no stone unturned.
Bound and helpless, he was tethered to a desolate pole, his body wracked with pain from relentless beatings and electric shocks. The cruel tormentors lingered nearby, their twisted minds devising further atrocities.
The unsub laughed as the boys screamed echoes through the dark warehouse.
The piercing screams of the taser echoed through the desolate space, leaving his body battered and broken. Fear gnawed at his soul as he endured unimaginable pain.
Y/N thought of his dad, he thought how he wouldn't give up on him, he knew he would save him he had too.
For days, the BAU searched tirelessly, their hearts heavy with each passing hour, Y/Ns absence tugged at their very souls. Especially Spencer, the man had forgot to sleep, eat.
He never left the bullpen he his only thought was Y/N, he had to find his son, then finally on the fourth day, a breakthrough emerged from the darkness. A tip led them to the warehouse where the H/C boy was being held captive.
With lightning speed, Spencer raced through the labyrinthine corridors, his determination fueled by the desperate hope of finding his child alive. As he burst into the warehouse, a sight met his eyes that sent shivers down his spine.
A pipe stood in the middle of the dark room, the smell was awful filled with sweat and dried blood. His eyes filled with anger. "Y/N!" He yells racing over to the likp body.
"Don't be dead don't be dead" he muttered as he neared the limp body of his Son.
Y/N was tied to the pole, his body bruised and battered, hung helpless from the pole. Spencer's heart shattered as he ripped the ropes from his son's frail body.
The boy fell limply into his Dad's arms, Spencer quickly covered the boy and held him tightly. "Shush shush its okay Baby, I'm here I'm here " he mumbled in the H/C hair dried blood stuck to the strands.
He held his son in his arms, the boy shaking as if it was winter, the agent could tell his was overwhelmed and didn't push him to talk only happy that he was alive.
As the boy was cut from his bonds the rest of the team swiftly apprehended the unsub, their rage a palpable force in the air.
Spencer held his precious boy close, offering him a safe haven from the nightmare he had endured, he continued to carry the boy out of the warehahouse and outside where the paramedics were waiting, they had been called before hand.
As they worked Spencer held his son, the boy had found solace in the gentle presence of his protector, grateful he was safe and finally not being hurt.
The warmth of his dad's arms and the gentle sway of their bodies brought a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil, he fell into the light sleep.
Back at home, it took Spencer a few hours to get the boy to sleep, Y/N had been on edge and awake for four days straight, but once he was asleep it was almost 1am, Spencer kept the door open slightly so he would hear if the boy had a nightmare.
The man situated himself in the living room, on the sofa he sat with a book in his hands, hearing any sounds that came from his son's room, he was ready to leap up and go to his son if he needed.
Hours later he awoke with a scream of pure anguish, A nightmare had gripped him, his body jerking and his voice filled with anguish as he whispered of an accident.
Tangled in his sheets he attempted to run but couldn't, bejng stuck reminded him of the ropes.
After hearing the scream Spencer had leaped from the sofa throwing his book away he ran to his Son room, throwing the door open he saw the boy was stuck, the covers had wrapped around his ankle.
Seeing the problem Spencer quickly unwrapped the blanket trapping the boy, leg now free Y/N woke up fully.
Looking around breathing heavy. "Daddy!" He cries hands out reaching for his Dad, Spencer quickly sat down next to the boy and pulled him into his arms.
"It's okay N/N, it's me its Dad" at that Y/N relaxed and slumped into the man's arms, Spencer rubbed his back before pulling the boy into his arms, appealing enought pressure that made Y/N feel safe.
After a few minutes Spencer tried to get Y/N to release him but the boy wouldn't budge. "Y/N, is something wrong?" He whispers, the boy nods his head. He mutters something into his Dad's shoudler.
The young Dr is confused before he sees the wet ost where his son was sleeping, he then realises, comforting the boy he clean up the remnants of his nightmare, changing his soiled clothes and tending to his shaken body.
Once he was done Y/N still wouldn't let go of him, realising he was still scared Spencer took him to the living room. He also grabbed numerous pillows and soft blankets for them and set them on the sofa.
As they settled back on the couch, Reid held Y/N close, his heart aching with both love and protectiveness, he put on Y/Ns favourite cartoon Tom and Jerry.
Together, they drifted off to sleep on the couch, Spencer laying his back to the arm of the sofa, on top rest his son tucked into his chest breathing normal, no longer shaking from the nightmare, the animated antics of Tom and Jerry providing a soothing backdrop to their weary minds.
The end!
Finished hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes!
Requests are open!
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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago
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Definitely argument while Mama is pregers 🥺😭
Jack had past flings and girlfriends, you knew that.
He pursued you, he begged you to go out with him in the beginning and you made it so clear to him that his dating history made you uncomfortable and unwilling to go out with him.
He promised you that he wouldn’t hurt you, not like that.
Which is why you were left confused when Jack’s iPad kept dinging in the middle of the night while he was away on a roadie.
Your sleep was already disturbed due to the almost eight month old baby you were growing so the noise was less than impressive.
“Shut up” you grumbled, rolling out of the bed and into the living room where the iPad lay.
You pulled the iPad out of the charger and the screen lights up, you look at the notifications all from instagram.
messages from a @laurenkaytee
hey I’m the one you spoke to at the bar tonight? I think lol I found you from your friend!
yes that’s me! those shots were such a bad idea you didn’t drink much tho?
yeah babies will do that… BORING! well if you ever want a break from that life hit me up! you’re always welcome in cali 😘
aha, well here’s my number ***-****-*** when you need it
You felt sick. You couldn’t even see his replies, but he was obviously replying.
Tears were in your eyes and tears our hands were shaking with the iPad in your grip.
The tears angrily fell down your face and you felt the baby kick you
Your hand gingerly pressed onto the skin of your bump “I’m okay Stevie, I’m ok babygirl”
You didn’t go back to sleep that night, sitting on the couch and watching re-runs of sitcoms.
It wasn’t until you heard the front door unlock the next morning that you realised time had passed.
“Hey sexy lady! I’m home!”
You didn’t even flinch. Didn’t turn around.
“y/n? Babe? Did you hear me?” He frowns, walking to the couch and you don’t move.
Jack reaches out and touches you, you flinch “don’t touch me”
“What’s up with you? Why didn’t you answer me?”
He then notices the red rims around your eyes
“Baby, have you slept?”
You croak out “No”
“Why not? Stevie girl been keeping you up?”
“No, her dad”
He frowns “What?”
“You, your stupid iPad and your stupid messages to stupid models!”
He’s taken aback “What?!”
You look right into his eyes and choke out “If you want to go fuck models in California, don’t leave your instagram logged in on your iPad in New Jersey”
He’s shaking his head, confused “Fuck — what?”
Standing up you scoff “Just leave me alone Jack, I’m so tired and I can’t be bothered with this”
He watches you struggle to get up and waddle off to your bedroom, finally laying down after not sleeping.
Jack uses that time to grab his aforementioned iPad. He clicks it on and looks through the notifications, scrolling until he lands on instagram
His mouth drops open in an O shape and he hums in understanding
“that girl of mine, always getting herself all worked up” he mumbles and heads off to your room.
He slips in past the door and into your bed, you’re asleep and he knows it’s because you’re exhausted from your mind moving at a million miles a minute.
He gets under the blanket and pulls you into his arms, fingers carding through your hair. You have a frown etched into your features even in your sleep.
“Oh pretty girl, I wish I could take all of your stress”
You groan, tossing and turning. Jack’s hands reach around your back and press into your sore point.
You all but moan in relief, the change in pressure waking you up “J-Jack”
“I’m here princess, is it sore?”
You nod, wincing in pain and before long you remember you’re mad at him and attempt to push him away
“No, no baby don’t do that-“
“Jack get off me! I told you-“
He shushes you “Listen to me, let me show you!”
One hand is still on your back and the other now grabs his phone and pulls up his Instagram DM’s, tilting the phone for you to see
hey I'm the one you spoke to at the bar tonight? I think lol I found you from your friend!
hey, you’re shots of sambucca girl right? you didn’t look to good when we left. hope you’re ok?
yes that's me! those shots were such a bad idea you didn't drink much tho?
yeah we’re in LA for work plus my girlfriend is pregnant with our first baby back home in jersey so I’m not a party animal as I once was.
yeah babies will do that... BORING! well if you ever want a break from that life hit me up! you're always welcome in cali
appreciate it but I won’t be doing that. hope you got home safe.
aha, well here's my number *******-*** when you need it
You look up at him, pouting
“I’m so sorry J… I feel like an idiot”
“You are an idiot. My idiot! I love You, I love stevie and I’m not going anywhere” he says and kisses the tip of your nose “Now turn over and I’ll hold the bump so you can get some sleep”
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literatecowboy · 1 year ago
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The King With No Name
2. An Unwilling Bride
Part 3 is here!
Read part 1 here Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay Author's Notes: I wasn't sure if anyone asked to be added to the taglist for this one so I didn't do one, but I'm willing to do one if people want to be notified when new parts go up Warnings: Arranged marriage, eventual smut, pining, dogged pursuit of reader’s love and affection
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You got up early the next morning and tucked food from the kitchen away and into a sack before heading down to the stables and hurriedly saddling your horse. At this hour, you were the only one down there, so you were bound to dodge König’s…strange method of courtship. Before the sun even rose you were riding away from the castle, your horse huffing in protest as you plodded quietly across the cobblestones and out the gate. 
Despite your best efforts though, König had seen you leaving through the window, having been up all night, unable to sleep with thoughts of you clouding his mind. He had spun your hunting knife between his fingers, caressing the grip and imagining how small your hand was compared to his. The blade was sharp - the small nick at the base of his throat he had gotten last night was enough to prove that. 
As he watched you disappear onto the plains he laid back down on his bed and sighed softly, running the flat end of the blade against his lips and kissing it. He would return it to you later. 
He dined with your family and the gathered nobility eagerly at breakfast that morning and suggested getting away for a while with a hunt. Your father, though too frail to go himself, urged Lord Henry and Lord Ferdinand to go with König and they set off on their horses after they had eaten. The two lords talked as they rode, following König as he, unbeknownst to them, tracked your horse’s hoofprints across the plains and towards the forest. 
“I’d like to ask the King for Princess Lydia’s hand in marriage sometime soon. I’ve been courting her for some time and I just cannot wait longer - she is the love of my life and I must begin my life with her.” Lord Henry admitted dreamily, a smile warming his features. 
“You’re a lucky man, Henry, that the woman you love loves you in return. To wish to court someone only to be treated like a friend…it is a pain like no other.” Ferdinand admitted, palming an identical charm to the one he had given you in his pocket. It was quiet for a moment. 
“Sir, have you gotten to know Princess Sadie very well yet?” Ferdinand asked, calling out to König. 
“No,” he stated plainly. “I have eyes only for the other one.” Henry stiffened. 
“You seek to marry Lydia?” he asked incredulously, his face paling. 
“No,” König said plainly. It was Ferdinand’s turn to stiffen, and Henry looked shocked. 
The sound of approaching hooves and voices startled you from where you lay against a tree reading and snacking from the food you’d packed earlier. You sat up as you recognized the voices, and when you heard König speak, your heart began to race. 
“Hello, maus.” he bid you as he slid from his horse and strode towards you. You stood and backed away, watching him warily. You were unarmed - your bow was tied to your horse’s saddle as she grazed feet away. 
“Did you follow me?” you growled, glancing behind him at Ferdinand and Henry. 
“You traitor.” you snapped coldly at Ferdinand. 
“I wished only to return your knife to you from when you lent it to me last night, but you scampered away before the sun rose.”
Ferdinand’s face went red, but he said nothing as he slid from his horse. Henry remained mounted, still looking shocked as he looked from you to König, to Ferdinand as he advanced upon you. 
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” you quipped, snatching the blade back from him and jamming it back into its sheath.
“No, you merely asked me to get out,” he said plainly. 
“What’s going on? He came to see you last night?” Ferdinand demanded, stepping between you and König. 
“I am merely doing as your father asked - I am choosing a bride from his daughters,” König said softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wilting flower, holding it out gently. Ferdinand snatched it from him and König scowled, his eyes hardening. 
“She’s not interested in you. She’s off limits,” Ferdinand growled, throwing it down. 
“I can fight my own battles, Ferdinand. You’re the one who led him here.” you snapped angrily, bending down to gather your things from the grass. König knelt to help you and you snatched your book from his grasp, finding your horse and tucking your things away. 
“But I didn’t–”
“Ferdinand, just leave me alone. All of you leave me alone.” you snapped, climbing onto your horse and riding away back toward the castle. König was quick to follow. His large, black stallion was much quicker than your little tan mare so he caught up quickly, slowing his pace once he was beside you. You glared over at him as you rode, scowling. 
“What do you want now?” you snapped, urging your horse on. 
“I want to get to know you, maus. You are enchanting - I must know more of you.” he urged, his horse keeping pace with yours. 
“My life is none of your business,” you grumbled. König sat up straighter in the saddle. 
“Tonight, I intend to tell your father that I have chosen you as my bride. We will be married before the next sunset, liebeling,” he said sternly. You huffed. 
“My father will not agree to this,” you said firmly, looking away from him. “You must marry Sadie. I am not for sale.”
Henry and Ferdinand rode together a distance behind you, Ferdinand stewing in his anger. 
“He can’t do this, Henry. I’ve got to figure out a way to stop him from taking her away. She’s supposed to marry me!” he cried, watching as his love and the man determined to marry her rode closer to the castle. Henry shrugged. 
“Who knows if it’ll even happen? There’s still time before the wedding is set to take place. He has time to change his mind.”
König did not change his mind. 
That night at dinner he announced to your father his choice: he would marry you the following day and whisk you away back to Caldera to be his queen. Your father had shocked everyone at the table by accepting the arrangement. 
You stood, seething in your parent’s chambers later that evening, glaring your father down as your mother tried to placate you.
“How dare you pledge my hand to another without my permission? After the destiny you raised me to achieve? I thought that you expected me to rule after you passed as the queen of this place! I will not abandon the people that I have grown to love!” you shouted, slamming your fist down on the dresser as your father sat by the fireplace. 
“This game of yours has grown as old as me, daughter. I was mistaken to allow you so much freedom when you were a girl, and I was mistaken to believe you would be capable of holding power after my death. It is time for you to learn your place in this world. You will marry König and you will return with him to his homeland. My word is final. He said. 
“Darling, it won’t be that bad. König is a strong man. He will take good care of you.” your mother said, attempting to soothe you. 
“I need no protector! My job was to be your protector! What has come over you? Have you not forgotten his reputation? The thousands he’s slain, the cities he’s burned, the kings he’s buried for his own sake? You are dooming me to a life of misery and slavery and violence!” you shrieked, folding your arms across your chest. 
“That is enough–”
“You will send me away from my home, into the arms of a violent king, all for what? Money? An alliance? You are weak, father. Pathetic. Who will rule after you? Without me, your legacy will crumble.” you spat. 
“Lord Henry or Lord Ferdinand will be my successor. They are capable, proper men, and I trust them to use the power that comes with the crown wisely–”
“Damn you to hell, father. And damn you too for allowing this.” you thrust your finger at your mother and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. 
Your sisters were in the hall when you emerged from the bedroom, standing quietly, no doubt having heard the whole exchange. Lydia looked at you pityingly and Sadie just glared at you coldly. 
“It will be alright, sister…” Lydia murmured, embracing you gently as tears flowed down your cheeks and you choked out a sob. Sadie said nothing, only scowled and turned on her heel, storming down the hall and towards her bedroom. You gently pried yourself away from Lydia, taking her hands. 
“I will return to you and Sadie. I will not leave you behind,” you murmured, trying your best to stifle your crying. She nodded, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. 
“Tell Sadie I’m sorry. That I love her very much - I never meant for this to happen,” you said softly. 
“She’ll be okay,” Lydia murmured, squeezing your hands gently before turning to head to her bed chamber, the door shutting quietly behind her. 
You stood quietly in the hallway for a moment, tears rolling down your cheeks as you strained to hear anything in the silence. Sadie cried quietly in her room down the hall and sadness tore through your heart. 
You made your way slowly down the stairs and outside into the courtyard, doing your best to memorize every last detail of the castle you once believed would be yours to rule. As you made your way outside and into the garden, footsteps sounded behind you and you looked over your shoulder. As Ferdinand approached you you sighed, slumping your shoulders in defeat. 
“You’ve taken my crown, Ferdinand. Is that what you wanted?” you asked after a moment, sitting down on a marble bench and looking at the trees while they blew gently in the wind. Ferdinand sat down beside you and sighed. 
“No,” he said after a moment.
“It’s between you and Henry now. Did my father tell you already?” you asked. Ferdinand sighed. 
“He spoke to us before dinner. So…yes,” he admitted. You swallowed thickly. 
“Then I might have to face you on the battlefield someday because I will not let my people go so easily,” you said coldly. Ferdinand stiffened. 
“Or you could marry me,” he said, turning to look at you slowly. 
“I have no say in what happens to me any longer. I suppose I never did actually,” you said stiffly. 
“Your father said no. I’ve asked. I wanted to spare you…this. But we can still do it.” Ferdinand admitted with a sigh. 
“So this was his plan all along,” you murmured. It was quiet for several minutes. Ferdinand shifted suddenly and knelt before you on the garden path, taking your hands. 
“I have to confess something to you. For years I’ve–”
“Maus?” König’s voice split through the night air as he rounded the corner and approached where you were sitting his brow furrowing. Ferdinand rose sharply, turning and walking away without another word, König glaring after him.
“Maus, it’s cold outside. Come in,” he said, offering you his hand as he reached you. You rose without his help and turned away, striding back down the path and toward the castle. He followed dutifully, ghosting his hand across your back as he guided you inside. 
“I can walk myself from here,” you muttered as you stepped inside, pulling away from König and heading up the staircase toward your room. 
“May I come in with you, maus?” he asked, ignoring your plea and following you to your door, standing in the doorway as you entered. 
“No. Go away,” you said tiredly, too exhausted and crushed to fight. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and he reached out with one large hand to brush them away gently. 
“Gute nacht, maus,” he murmured before pulling away and leaving you alone in the dark.
The next morning you slept in, unwilling to budge from bed until the sun came up. The churchbells were ringing and you could hear bustling in the halls. Eventually, you were roused from your bed and forced to get up. Your mother forced you to bathe and supervised you as two maids stuffed you into a dress intended for one of your sisters. The three of you were about the same size, though, so to your chagrin, the wedding was not delayed to fix the dress. 
Heeled shoes you struggled to walk in were pushed onto your feet and your hair was made up. Before you could blink you were ushered downstairs and into a waiting carriage. Your mother and father entered shortly after and climbed in across from you, neither meeting your eyes. 
Once you reached the church you were assisted out and onto the cobblestone streets. Your father took up your arm and the doors were opened by two guards. 
Music drifted out of the church in a sickening melody and your father practically had to drag you forward. Your feet felt like cement bricks as you entered the church and felt the eyes of all upon you. You refused to look forward - knowing König was standing there, dressed sharply in ornamented armor. 
Ferdinand stood in the crowd and your eyes locked with his. Sorrow clouded his features as you passed him by, tearing your gaze away from his and focusing your eyes back on the ground. When you reached the altar, König and your father exchanged words you couldn’t hear. Your hand was placed into his and you stepped up the short stairs, finding your place in front of the priest. 
You could not force yourself to smile. You kept your eyes firmly fixed on König’s shoulder as he squeezed your hands and looked down on you, radiating warmth. The ceremony flew by in a blur, and you were so distracted that you had to be prompted to say “I do” twice before you realized you needed to say something. 
“I do,” you mumbled after a second, looking at the floor. The priest continued, but you couldn’t drag your focus away from his words no matter how hard you tried. 
“And do you, König, swear to love and protect this woman from now until the end of your life, through sickness and in health?”
“I do.”
The world blurred again and the priest kept prattling on. And then König was pulling you close to him, lifting his hood–
Soft lips found yours, kissing you gently. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, the other wrapped around your waist. You did not kiss back.
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parkjayist · 8 months ago
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ESSENCE OF ROMANCE: FLOUR(sour) START - CHPT. 1
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sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).
pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader
genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants
warnings misogyny, stereotypes, awkwardness, some basic chemistry explanations in dialogue, irrational behavior, arguing
an hii! first chapter and they're already fighting!! i'm planning to make the 2nd chapter a little longer. tysm for all the support on this series so far!! i hope to hear your feedback/thoughts on it throughout the process of this series :D
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park jongseong always despised when people barged into his lab. the quiet whispers of his name and the staring of his coworkers burned into his chest. his lab was a sanctuary, a haven where he could indulge in his experiments without the intrusion of others. so when he discovered a stranger trespassing amidst his equipment, his irritation surged like an overheated bunsen burner.
“what the hell do you think you’re doing in my lab?” 
"um, it's not what you think," you stuttered, your nerves evident as you spoke in shaky voice.
jongseong's brow furrowed in annoyance. "then what, pray tell, is it?" he snapped, his impatience seeping through. “the one day i accidentally leave my lab open, a random secretary comes in. who knows, what if you blew something up?” he sighed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. 
inconceivable hypocrisy, you thought. what’s truly unsafe is his negligence, leaving random items around in his lab …
"look, i'm not a secretary," you retorted, frustration evident in your tone. "my name is (___  ___), i'm a chemist, just like you. and i certainly didn't come in here to blow anything up. i needed materials for my own research."
jongseong's brow furrowed further, skepticism etched across his features. "sure you are," he scoffed, his impatience palpable. "trying to save face now, are we? well, regardless of who you are, you shouldn't be in here. you could have put yourself and this entire laboratory in danger!"
with that, jongseong turned on his heel and stormed out of the lab, leaving you to fume in his wake. you let out an exasperated huff. men nowadays, you mused to yourself. so ignorant and unwilling to listen to anyone but themselves.
as you cleaned up your lab space, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards jongseong. after all, it wasn't your fault that he had left his lab unlocked, nor was it fair for him to place the blame squarely on your shoulders. nevermind that – you’d have to deal with him another day.
the following day, park jongseong was sought out to the main secretary yu jimin, determined to rectify the intrusion which had thrown a wrench into his research. as soon as jimin saw jongseong walk over – she immediately got up, opening her mouth to greet him when he interrupted her. 
“you need to keep your secretaries out of my lab,” he demanded, his tone tinged with irritation. “one of them, miss … miss (___), was in there last night without my permission.”
jimin arched an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed with jongseong’s sudden burst of anger. “oh, miss (___) isn’t a secretary, she’s a lab technician. although she likes to call herself a chemist…” she trailed off with a shrug. 
jongseong stood there in silence for a few seconds as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. “oh .... well, um … that’s good to know,” he mumbled, his pride wounded by his rash actions.
at lunchtime, you quickly got out your lunch and your notebook. today’s lunch was a freshly baked croissant with two egg tarts. you took a bite out of the egg tart– crispy yet soft in the inside, you noted. you quickly wrote your thoughts down into your notebooks, taking another bite of the tart. you hummed happily, satisfied with the hard work you put into baking these yesterday. suddenly, you hear a chair in front of you being pulled back, the noise of someone dragging it grating your ears. any remnants of contentment from your meal dissipated instantly, replaced by a surge of tension. he looked at you sheepishly as you tilted your head sideways as if to ask for him to speak. 
his expression suddenly turned contrite, and he took a deep breath before saying, “i think i owe you an apology. i’m sorry for the way i snapped at you last night – i was just stressed and caught off guard. if you couldn’t tell from everyone whispering around, i haven’t been able to do much in the lab,” he looked down at his arms, ashamed of his past actions. 
you glanced at him, your gaze meeting his before you felt the need to quickly remove your eyes from him. “oh, okay,” you replied nonchalantly, your tone betraying little emotion.
jongseong blinked at you, unsure of how to proceed. finally taking a seat, he couldn’t help but notice the tantalizing aroma wafting from your lunch. he felt his stomach grumble, a reminder of his own neglected meal. 
“wow, that looks really good,” he remarked, his eyes lingering on the croissant. 
you looked up, a faint smile playing on your lips. “thanks,” your tone softening slightly. “i made it myself.”
you pulled off a small chunk of the croissant, holding it out on your palm for jongseong to take. he stared at it before waving his hands telling you to eat it yourself. 
“i possibly couldn’t,” he said, “you should eat your own lunch.”
however, you were not convinced and continued to hold it out for him. "i insist," you replied, holding it out to him once more.
eventually, he gave into the aroma of the food, taking it and quickly shoving it into his mouth. his eyebrows shot up in surprise as he nodded furiously, unspoken approval of your baking. you noticed how his eyes sparkled with satisfaction, almost letting out a chuckle at his childlike behavior. 
“this is– this is amazing,” he exclaimed, his words slightly muffled. 
“well, it’s all thanks to chemistry,” you explained, a spark of enthusiasm igniting within you. “the role of chemicals and molecules in baking is extremely important,” you leaned in closer, eager to share your knowledge. “take flour, for instance. it's not just a simple ingredient; the complex network of proteins and starches interact in fascinating ways during the baking process. that’s how you can create this croissant right here.” 
jongseong leaned forward, intrigued. "proteins and starches? how do they affect the final product?"
"well," you began, "the proteins in flour, specifically gluten, provide structure to baked goods. when you mix flour with water and knead it, you activate the gluten strands, forming a strong, elastic dough. this elasticity gives bread its chewy texture and allows it to rise during baking." 
as you spoke, you couldn't help but notice jongseong's genuine interest, his eyes alight with curiosity. no one has ever been this interested in listening to you – other than your brother. encouraged by his engagement, you continued to talk more about your dishes, even handing him your egg tart to prove the science of cooking. 
jongseong nodded along, his curiosity piqued. "i never realized there was so much science behind baking," he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.
"it's fascinating, isn't it?" you replied, a smile gracing your lips. "the chemistry of cooking is just as intricate as any lab experiment. it's about understanding the underlying principles and applying them in creative ways."
amidst the lingering silence, jongseong's unexpected question caught you off guard. "so, i was wondering…  what were you trying to research?" he asked, his tone sincere but tinged with careful curiosity. 
you arched an eyebrow, wary of his sudden interest. "what's it to you?" you replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your voice.
jongseong's expression became more timid as he explained, "well, i believe you're a capable chemist, and i could use some help with my own research."
a suddenly surge of anger welled up within you, hot and fierce. had your lively discussion with jongseong been nothing more than a calculated maneuver to lower your defenses? was he merely seeking to extract valuable research information from you, only to claim it as his own? you should’ve known, from all your experiences trying to make friends, that everyone was bound to try to use you. they never saw you as a companion. 
“miss (___)....?” he waved a hand in front of you, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 
"you've never even seen me in the lab," you pointed out, a touch of frustration coloring your words. "you thought i was just a secretary, not a scientist. how do i know you're not just trying to take advantage of me?"
jongseong's brow furrowed, his confusion evident. "no, why would i do that?" he protested, genuine surprise in his voice.
"are you serious right now?" you snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface. "why would you suddenly want my help in the lab? just to swoop in and take credit for my work?"
jongseong's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "no, that's not it at all," he protested, his tone pleading. "i genuinely believe we could work well together, and i want to give you the credit you deserve."
you paused, considering his words for a moment before relenting. "okay, fine," you sighed, "i’'m studying abiogenesis."
jongseong's eyes narrowed as a spark of suspicion ignited within him. "abiogenesis? that's what i'm researching too," he stated, his voice tinged with accusation. "did you go into my lab trying to steal my research? is that why you were in there?"
his words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of anger within you. he was so kind a few seconds ago, and now he's accusing you of trying to steal research from him. how dare he insinuate such a thing? the audacity of his accusation sent a surge of indignation coursing through your veins.
with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, you shot back, "are you serious right now? do you honestly believe i would stoop so low as to steal your research? that's absurd and insulting!"
your voice rose with each word, echoing off the sterile walls of the lunch room. everyone around you turned their heads, curious at the sudden burst of sound. you felt eyes burning at the back of your head, yet you could care less. all you could think about was beating park jongseong up.
"but you just admitted you're studying abiogenesis," jongseong countered, his tone defensive yet tinged with uncertainty.
you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "so what? just because we're both studying the same thing doesn't mean i'm out to steal your work. if anything, i could help you with your research, but clearly, that's not what you want."
your frustration boiled over, your words laced with an edge of sarcasm. "congratulations, jongseong, you've managed to push away the one person who could have helped you."
as you packed up your lunch, you pushed your chair back with a sharp screech, shooting him a glare before briskly walking away.
jongseong slumped in his seat, weariness etched into every line of his features. his brow furrowed in frustration, annoyance simmering beneath the surface as he replayed the confrontation with you in his mind. the weight of his desperation hung heavy in the air as he realized just how close he had come to securing someone to assist with his research.
next.
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dulciechi · 9 months ago
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Hello! I don't know if you're still interested in your COTL Witness AU, but I hope you don't mind me asking something. In one of your art piece of Witness AU, why was Narinder crying in the one depicting Apollyn offering him a flower crown? Was he reminiscing of some heavy past sorrow or frustration? Also, your "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" is very fascinating! I hope both of your fics still interest you enough to keep writing for them without weighing you down, they're just wonderful to read!
Have a good sleep and meal!
The sermon ends just a bit past noon; rays of sunlight streaming through the cathedral windows until everything in the temple is drenched in blood. Narinder remains behind the pulpit hours after the last of his worshippers have left– unwilling to return to the Veil just yet.
He doesn’t remember what he said. It doesn’t matter. Sermons are a necessary part of mass and he has performed enough of them that it’s become muscle memory. Even if his belief falters, he will never show it.
Besides, what else could be said of Death that he hasn’t said before? What else could he offer them other than a promise of a calm afterlife?
Death is inevitable.
‘…It must be inevitable, or the foundation of our Faith will weaken. Everything else may change, but not Death.’
‘Never you.’
He should be grateful. Of all his siblings’ domains, his is the one that cannot be destroyed. Even gods eventually succumb to Death.
‘What more can you want? Our followers? Our Crowns?’
‘Don’t you have enough power?’
‘If you continue to pursue this path, know that we cannot accompany you through it.’
‘You will chase your destruction alone.’
He doesn’t know how long he stays there, echoes of his siblings’ and his words tossing and turning in his mind, unable to rest. Time is easy for gods to forget, so easy to ignore when neither hunger nor sleep are there to remind them of its passing.
In the end, a familiar voice is what rouses him from his trance.
“My love?”
Narinder turns from the window to find his Witness atop the pulpit, a tiny crown of flowers in their hands.
He blinks, and feels something wet slip down his cheeks. He raises a hand and touches his face, surprised to feel tears.
Ah. So that's why they hadn’t used his proper title. They knew he would’ve panicked at the thought of being seen by anyone else in this state. Incensed.
And they both knew only one creature was daring enough to refer to him so intimately.
Apollyon holds out the crown beseechingly, an ever-loving smile on their face, “Though paltry, I hope my offering pleases you. Let it be a reminder of what you have cultivated here, and of the paradise you will create in the future.”
“Should my Witness not be somewhere else of importance? I seem to recall assigning you to a mission right after the sermon.”
He should punish them for this. Gods should never appear so weak. But Apollyon is not just any follower, not just anyone at all. Even now, he can feel nothing but devotion pulsating through their soul. And Narinder is tired of shoulds.
“My duty is to serve you,” Apollyon replies, before tilting their head and giving him a mischievous smile, “My vow is to protect you… from everything that would hurt you. Even if that something is sadness itself. I won’t leave here until you smile, or else my heart would only weigh me down in battle. And that would make it harder to succeed in the mission.”
The crown is made entirely of camellias, his flower of devotion. Though the blooms are found in abundance around his temple, Apollyon had expressly forbidden anyone to use it as a gift to anyone other than him. Despite himself, Narinder feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips.
“And what an important mission it is. So I suppose I must ensure your victory,” He lifts his finger to them, pleased at the beaming grin that he knows only he can pull from his Witness, “I accept your offering, and offer you my blessing in return.”
Without further words, Apollyon slides the flowers down his finger like a ring, then places a reverent kiss on his hand. Just like every other time they’ve done this, Narinder feels a rush of warmth run through him, their vast devotion pouring through his veins like liquid gold.
He relishes the feeling, brimming with power. It’s giddying as ever, and he doesn’t resist the temptation to do what’s next.
After all, it’s greatly amusing to see his vicious little Witness turn bright red when his lips meet the top of their head.
“Go forth, my Witness, and spread our truths to Lands Beyond,” Narinder pauses, then throws caution to the wind, “--Show the heretics the glory and cruelty of Life and Death.”
If he must choose change alone, then so be it. Even without his siblings, Narinder knows that he’ll succeed.
Especially when Apollyon mirrors his bloodthirsty grin.
“As you wish.”
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I wrote this on a whim after seeing your message so it’s completely unedited lol. Sorry for any clunkiness. But yeah, Narinder was (subconsciously) crying from the frustration of having his siblings not recognize the ennui and imbalance his position was bringing him, and the realization that he might have to choose between them or his desires.
Apollyon ofc, supports their god’s rights and his wrongs 🤗
Tysm for the ask <3 I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying my fics. I’m trying to finish a drawing rn, but I hope to update “Wolf in Lamb’s Clothing” right after! :D
I still like “Courting Death”, but it’s more of a snippet collection so I can only update it whenever I get ideas.
Happy Lunar New Year! 🧧✨🐉
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yanderes-galore · 11 months ago
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Genji Shimada yandere alphabet thx!
Of course! Here you go!
Yandere Alphabet - Genji Shimada
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Stalking, Breaking and entering, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Marking/Carving mentioned briefly, Murder/Death, Thoughts of murder, Dubious affection, Isolation, Jealousy implied, Forced Relationship.
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
For this I will be pulling from current Genji. Genji used to be more selfish and a playboy before his near death experience. Now he is calmer after Zenyatta's teachings and discovering inner peace.
Genji may have bursts where he's intense with his obsession due to his past. However he teaches himself to be patient with his obsession. Especially if you are unwilling at first.
He has learned to take things slow and is patient when giving affection and pursuing his obsession. He starts with gifts and visits, then goes from there depending on how you react.
He is surprisingly methodical compared to his younger self.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Genji has killed before, many times actually. He's capable of getting messy even if he tries to prevent it. If he feels he has to, he'll get messy. Although he isn't all that happy while doing it.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Due to Zenyatta's teachings he's surprisingly patient with you. He's accepted the fact he's a monster in your eyes, especially if he's kidnapped you. He's just a selfish dragon deep down…
But at least he's your selfish dragon.
Genji would not mock you, he cares for you. His younger self may have but not his current self. He is instead patient in an attempt to have you love him.
He's careful when touching you and backs off when you don't reciprocate. There's constant compliments and gifts but it appears he's slowly trying to build your relationship.
He's patient… but there may be a limit to it.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
He tries not to, but he may have to in some cases.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Quite a bit. He allows himself to be just vulnerable enough around you. He is capable of being serious, but he also wants to rely on someone else other than himself.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Patient and understanding. He knows you don't like the situation and what he's doing. However, he knows you'll get used to it.
This is a hardship you'll both overcome because he loves you. He just needs to be patient and teach you. He'll be gentle….
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Not a game to him, maybe when he was younger, but not now. He does not enjoy watching you try to leave him.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
The kidnapping and seeing him kill. Genji nowadays tries to be patient and caring with you, it's what he's learned. So after the initial taking he tries to make you not seem like a prisoner.
Doesn't mean you enjoy any of it.
Then of course seeing him in the act of murder would traumatize you too. So in a way… the “traditional” yandere acts would be the worst experience with him from what I can think of.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
He wants to feel more at peace with you and finally be able to be loved. He wants that with you but understands it will take time. It's something he tries to work towards with you.
He wants you to love him in the end… even if this isn't the right way.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Yes but in the present he can cope with it more. While he was more hot headed when younger, now he silently copes. He tells himself he doesn't need to kill or threaten anyone.
But the idea is very appealing when he can only watch you from afar.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Genji is very caring. He listens to you (for the most part) and acts accordingly. If you wish to be left alone, reluctantly he will. He may not give you freedom but respects your boundaries.
He is quite protective of you, the first part of his obsession is him acting like a guardian to you. Similar to Reaper he watches you from afar at first, except different from Reaper… he may actually become your friend first.
He's very attentive to you and your needs and can't seem to keep his hands off you. He loves your warmth and is very affectionate. Yet he is capable of tuning it down.
Around others and you he is cautious, yet still tries to be respectful. Luckily you have the older version of Genji in love with you.
But it doesn't appear to stop his habits of stalking and obsessing over you.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He starts by stalking. Maybe he stalks you first before meeting you, or maybe he does it after. Genji is capable of both being your friend, maybe even boyfriend, without you knowing what's behind the scenes.
He'd leave gifts at your doorstep and in your house. He'd slip into your house to check in on you while you sleep. He keeps his darker habits under wraps and out of sight.
In person he's like a close friend. He cares for you and holds you close. He's a shoulder to cry on… a genuinely good person…
Until he snaps and decides he can't deal with it anymore.
He wants… needs you to himself, for one reason or another. What pushes him over the edge? You have no clue.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Hard to say, both yes and no. He hides the darker thoughts from everyone, even you. Other than that he's great to be around for everyone.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Isolation, restraints, maybe when he was younger he'd carve his name on your skin. He wants to respect you but won't stand for escape attempts for disobedience.
He doesn't want to hurt you… but maybe a mark or two will show you you're meant to be his. Maybe some isolation and prevention of movement will make you think you need him.
He can be nice to you… for the most part he is… but if you fight him he'll show you he is no push over.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
He tries not to take many but your freedom is the primary one like most yanderes. He wants you to respect each other.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
When he was younger, not very patient. Current Genji is very patient.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
He'd have a hard time with it, he may not move on.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
A little and he may let you go, but he's always following you just out of sight. He's guilty because he snapped… but he still wants you as his own. Always chasing a love he probably can't have.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Childhood and past experiences.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Guilty. He will be patient and comfort you the best he can. Even if you want him to leave, he tries his best before giving you your space.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He's more understanding than most.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Trust and accepting the reason for his behaviors may get him to let you go.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
A little, but he tries not to.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Isn't a worship yandere but feels he needs you to be complete in a way.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Quite a long time. Maybe give him two years?
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Unfortunately, yes. Most likely mentally.
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msfbgraves · 7 months ago
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The first Godfather movie is on Y*utube for free now! I rewatched it and it was just as great as I remember, so on to Part 2. But then I went on redd*t to check out some Godfather threads, and was disappointed to see so much discourse on who was hotter, Apollonia or Kay. And why there is so much hate against Kay, mainly because she is “too feminist” and “educated”, doesn’t “obey or support” Michael, and that she’s not as beautiful as Apollonia. All in all a disappointing experience. I didn’t see any male characters reduced to how handsome they were or were not : /
Let me help you there, then, Nonnie - of course Michael was destined to become the new Don - he is far prettier than Fredo, Sonny or Connie. And Vito was prettier than Don Fanucci all along! 😎
All this "Kay isn't good enough for Michael" discourse - he pursued her. Both in film 1 and 3. And the only time I felt Kay was weak, was when she said yes when he returned. Imagine, here is your war hero boyfriend who says he wants a clean American life... and then he shoots two people, leaves the country, ghosts you for a year, tells you he has become a career criminal and then proposes marriage. She should have said no, she really isn't open to this, but is this man, who she knows has people killed with no repercussions, a man she can refuse? As little as Vitelli could really refuse Michael's request to court Apollonia. The first thing Michael says to him is: "If you don't do what I want, I will kill you, and what I want is meet your daughter."
But alright maybe love isn't rational. Maybe they loved each other still. Kay really wasn't suited to mob life and that is on Michael. He knew who she was and it didn't matter, he wanted her. He had barely a clue who Apollonia was, her with no English and he with broken Italian. It didn't matter, he wanted her. Kay would have been perfect for Michael Corleone, aspiring senator, which is what he was when they met. But he didn't care Kay was not suited for who he was now. Why didn't he grieve Apollonia and find another mob wife? Why didn't he remarry after their divorce? Even when he proposes Kay is already reluctant and Michael pushes and pushes and pushes. She must represent something he actually does want, still.
But it's always the woman's fault when relationships don't work out, isn't it? No Kay wasn't a good mob wife. She didn't want to be one. She got out with her children - that is something Michael never managed. And Apollonia is something many men imagine they want, but when they have it, they get bored. I am not saying Apollonia wasn't intelligent, but if you get told to completely erase yourself into motherhood, which means you can't offer more than comfort and sex - that's not enough for a lot of people. And it's not like these women wouldn't have had more to offer but everytime they try they get shut down. And what you get then is Carmella, which may have suited Vito - that man who craved domesticity above all else - but even Sonny and Michael needed more input from her than she could give. So Michael fell for the total opposite. And maybe Apollonia was a fierce presence who might have become to Michael what Connie became, but we can't know. We don't know what she and Michael talked about. We know she was very beautiful and made Michael laugh, and she may or may not have had a slight independent streak. That's it.
I feel that they might have worked because they clicked emotionally and Apollonia knew the life. But Michael didn't look for someone like her again. He looked for Kay, again and again and again.
If she doesn't suit him - and no, she doesn't suit a Don - Michael should try to figure out what itch he was trying to scratch with her. Oh, and that obedience shit - in my experience, boys who go on about that are deeply insecure about something. They couldn't get a well trained dog to obey them, let alone a person!
All these men who think they're owed power while being unwilling to do what they'd have to to obtain it, always want women to fawn. Men who have what it takes to gain power, should they aspire to, usually spend time honing a skill. They rarely throw their weight around putting others down. No matter where they start, the bottom or the top - they put the work in. Michael did, Sonny did, and Fredo mostly complained. As much as we see anyway. If Fredo had done a good job with what he was given, or would have found himself an opportunity, he would have won Michael's respect. Not position,but respect, like Tom. Instead Fredo demanded respect for his position as an older brother.
That's the type of man who whines about having women obey him.
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