#and nothing gets me into the zone like light yagami :)

[sugarylawliet]

no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk. 

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted. 

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort. 

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it. 

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh. 

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all. 

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only  chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds. 

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away. 

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh. 

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines. 

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception. 

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach. 

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you. 

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him. 

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face. 

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛  hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

[xiaongh]

[ greedy. ]

➤ pairing: light x fem!reader

➤ cw’s: light’s kind of an asshole, misa doesn’t take a hint, reader takes matters into her hands, lingerie, suggestive near the end, jealousy, drinking, and kissing.

➤ summary: light was not noticing you or contacting you anymore, you had to do something about it. even if you had to step out of your comfort zone. 

➤ w. count: 2.5k+

➤ request by @420vampire​: Fanfic request. Can I please get a light Yagami x reader smut where y/N tries to impress light by wearing a slutty outfit she only does it because she's jealous of Misa I hope this makes sense lol

➤ a/n: yo, i love this man so much. like you have no idea. also, this takes place after the timeskip because it makes more sense since misa was all over him in that episode. you know, when they were on the couch staring at the fire? yeah. reader is bisexual. gif isn’t mine.

misa meant well. you knew that, the only reason she was ‘dating’ light was because she had the shinigami eyes, and light was just using her. but sometimes, the ‘act’ would get too realistic just like now and it was pissing you off. 

oh how you wanted to just go over there, grab light by his tie, and show misa that he was yours and yours only. but for the sake of yourself, you kept cool as misa smothered light with kisses on the cheek, sometimes aiming for his lips just for him to dodge her attempts because he knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily. 

the grip you had on your cup was starting to hurt your fingertips. light gave you a side eye glance, “you okay, (y/n)?”

misa stopped her smothering for a second to look over at you. you and misa were friends. she was the one that introduced you to light even thought you had already been dating by then. misa also told you he was kira after he said she could even though you already knew. you were in the room when light kissed misa so she could shut up. she told you that they started dating, and you could do nothing but be ‘excited’ and smile for her. you didn’t want to ruin light’s plan, but it was moments like this that made you rethink your beliefs. 

“she’s just jealous that she’s single. right, (y/n)?” misa teased. 

“so jealous,” you agreed while giving her shoulder a shove to let her know that you knew she was teasing you. you smiled at her and misa smiled back before going back to her smothering. 

misa put her hands on either side of light and began kissing him. you could hear the sound of their lips smacking together, and you just wanted to grab light by his hair and smack the shit out of him. he was letting her kiss him. maybe to get a rile out of you, knowing that he liked when you got jealous.

you pulled your phone out to distract yourself, but that didn’t stop the sounds of misa giggling and the kissing sounds. 

deciding you had enough you got up from the couch and looked at them after they stopped to see what you were doing, “i’m gonna get going guys. my friends want to hang out, and i can never pass the idea of going out with them. and misa, maybe i might find a boy or girl i can hook up with,” you winked at misa and she grinned. 

if light was going to be an ass, why not give him a taste of his own medicine?

misa never liked when you were single, so this made her happy.

light’s eyes narrowed. “have fun, (y/n)! let me know all the details!” she smiled at you. 

you gave her a small smile, “will do, blondie,” you walked out the door, and called your friends, asking if they were up to go to the club you were going to. 

luckily, they all had said yes, which is where you were now; in a tight-fitted [f/c] dress, grinding back up against a stranger to the beat. your friends were hanging around a cocktail table, all of them cheering you on silently. 

once the song had ended, you excused yourself and walked over to the cocktail table with your drink in hand, “why’re you guys staring at me?” you had to yell over the blaring music.

one of them chuckled, “it’s nice to see you have fun. you don’t normally like to go out with us, so it’s nice to see you like this. especially after you started dating that kite guy,” you punched them on the shoulder playfully. 

“his name is light, you dunce,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“and you’re very hot,” the other said. 

“yeah, like very,” the other two agreed with the one on your right. 

“i know i am, thanks,” you smiled at them, “let’s go dance, you’re all been a bunch of losers just standing here.”

the friend in front of you let out a dramatic gasp and put a hand on her chest; as if you just shot her, “do you know who you’re talking to? i am (f/f/n), i am that bitch. do not underestimate me,” she walked over to the dance floor with your friends, yourself trailing behind them.

and there you danced for what seemed like hours, you had drank a little too much than you could take and you were stumbling on the dance floor, giggling.

one of your friends’ eyes widened when they looked over your shoulder, “your boyfriend’s here,” you scoffed. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me. it’s like he can’t live without you or something.”

“c’mere,” you slurred. you grabbed the friend on your right and grabbed them by their nape, pulling them close and locking lips with them. you gave your drink to the other friend next to you, and ran your fingers through their scalp with one hand while the other held the side of their neck. your tongue grazed their bottom lip before she opened her mouth, allowing you to exchange tongues, both of them meeting them in the middle as you turned your head to the right, hers tilting to the left.

light spotted you in the crowd. he wanted to get out as soon as he got in. it reeked of sweat, alcohol and weed. he pushed people out of the way occasionally since they didn’t hear him from the loud music.

your other two friends just stared with astonished faces as light saw what you were doing and walked over to you. 

when light was beside you, he tapped your shoulder. 

you pulled away and made eye contact with him. your lipstick came off and was present on your friends lips, and her lipstick was on yours. your eyes were dilated, and your cheeks were warm. you took a simple glance at light, just to get back to kissing your friend again. light didn’t like this at all. 

but then again, you were next to light and misa when they were being all gross. 

you pulled at your friends hair towards you, pulling her to you while she gripped your hair; both mouths opening and closing against each other sloppily, saliva going down your chin with your tongues flicking at each other. 

light pulled you away by the shoulder, and you wiped the saliva on your arm, “you okay, light?” you mocked him. 

“okay, let’s go,” he grabbed your wrist. 

you pulled it away, “hold on. i’m not done,” you grabbed your drink from the table and chugged it before locking lips with your friend once more, the alcohol present in your mouth and tongue.

“now i’m done. i’ll see you guys later,” you waved goodbye at them. 

the two girls stared at each other, the girl you kissed, and then at your retreating figure, “what the actual fuck just happened.”

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light seemed rather composed on the way back to your apartment. the only sign that showed his anger was the grip he had on the steering wheel and your thigh. his knuckles were white and the hand on your thigh was playing with the flesh, squeezing it rather harshly.

when he got to your apartment, he turned off the car after parking and sighed. he looked at you, “want to explain to me what that was?”

you simply ignored him as you undid your seatbelt and got your phone from the cup holders. you weren’t in the mood for any of this, you were tired and you just wanted to take off your heels, take off your dress and lay down.

you opened the door and got out, slamming it shut. you fumbled to get your keys when you didn’t even have them. you groaned before opening the car door again and got your keys from the cup holder, not sparing a glance at light.

light quickly got out and followed you, balancing you whenever you stumbled on the way to your apartment; the alcohol kicking in.

luckily you lived on the first floor, so you didn’t have to go on stairs. when you got to the door you unlocked it and entered; throwing the keys on the kitchen island.

light knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily so he let you be. although he followed you around your apartment like a lost puppy.

you walked down the hallway; stumbling on your feet on your way to your room, hands reaching out to the walls to balance yourself. light saw this and came up behind, placing his hands on your waist. you scoffed, “don’t fucking touch me,” you slapped his hands off of you.

light grimaced. he wasn’t going to have it easy this time around. deciding that you needed your space, he left and went into your living room; switching between a few channels. he knew you would come back, one way or another you would.

and while he was waiting in your living room, you immediately plopped down onto your bed; not bothering to take off your heels since you really didn’t want to get up.

light normally wasn’t like this, and to be honest, it was kicking at your stomach like you did something wrong because you wouldn’t have done what you’d done if light didn’t do it first. you were petty. 

you felt your eyes fluttering, barely being able to keep them open. oh well, you’ll make it up to light later, but now that you laid down you didn’t want to get up.

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light’s eyebrows furrowed, weren’t you supposed to be out here by now begging him to forgive you? although his eyes were trained on the screen in front of him, he was thinking. had he crossed the line this time? yes, light was manipulative and very narcissistic, he loved. the last thing light would want was for him to hurt you in some kind of way. 

he stood up from the couch, taking slow steps towards the door; fearing that you were awake and in fact angry at him. his hand shook as he grabbed the handle, twisting it slowly. the door made a creaking noise and light peeked his head into the room. 

and there you were, on your stomach with your face pressed against the mattress -- drool dripping down your lips to the sheets. your back rising and falling; signaling that you were sleeping. 

light sighed. 

he knew that if he attempted to wake you up, it would make it harder for you to forgive him, so he let you be. light would just have to wait until you woke up. 

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your body shot up. it was one of those mornings where your body would just shoot up for no reason.

you groaned immediately, your whole body was hurting and you had a headache. hangovers are lovely. 

you looked around and light was nowhere to be found. and as much as you wanted to go back to bed, you wanted to look for light. but before you were able to even get up, a glass of water on the night stand caught your eye, along with a pain killer.

you grabbed the glass and chugged it. and when you finished drinking your water you were breathing heavily -- water after being hungover hit differently. 

you set the glass down and got up, leaving the room and entering the living room to see that light was sleeping on the couch. his forearm was covering his eyes and his feet were crossed. 

now was the time to make it up to light. you scurried back into your room - a grin etched onto your face as you opened your closet and grabbed a box from the very back. he would definitely forgive you now.

after you had put it on you left the room and peeked your head from other hallway to see if he was still sleeping; he was. 

you tiptoed your way to light, removing the pillow rested on his lap and sat yourself there. 

you leaned down and removed his forearm, pressing light kisses against his lips and face. light stirred and his eyes opened -- blinking a few times. 

when light finally registered what was going on he smirked, “oh? what’s this, darling?” he asked, watching as you unbuttoned his shirt and pressed kisses against his neck and chest. you sat on top of him with the lingerie set that you were when you and light first had sex.

“i’m sorry about yesterday, baby,” you whispered, looking him in the eyes. 

light hummed. “i am too, i crossed the line yesterday,” he picked up one of your hands and pressed his lips against your knuckles, “forgive me, my love?”

“mhm,” you nodded your head and leaned down’ connecting your lips with light. light placed his hands on your hips - sitting up and up against the cushions of the couch. 

you hummed into the kiss, smiling with both of your hands on both sides of his face. one of your hands trailed down his face to his chest, and to his belt. you hooked your finger on the loops and pulled him closer - making him sit up more straight.

light tilted his head, wanting to make the kiss more deep. he snuck his tongue in your mouth after letting it graze your bottom lip for a while, and knowing that you had no objection towards his action - he took action. light’s hand that was on your hip went to your thigh; squeezing the flesh. 

“give me more, please,” you spoke through the kiss as it got more desperate. hands wandering each other’s body, teeth clashing with one another, noses bumping against each other while breathing heavily. 

“whatever you want, love,” light pushed you down and attached his lips to your neck. 

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as soon as misa saw your state, wobbling legs, the afterglow, disheveled hair, a smile on your face and mascara running down your face; she squealed while grabbing light’s forearm and leading him to you, “who was it! don’t leave anything out.”

light hummed, “you two can chat about that, i’m gonna go get a drink,” after you and light had very rough and makeup sex, you told him he had to go back and you would also follow behind him after about 20 minutes so misa didn’t suspect anything. 

you sat her down, “his dick was big, and his tongue- my god misa that was the best sex i’ve ever had-” and you rambled on and on about the sex you had with light - misa oblivious to the fact that you were telling her what you had done with light who was across the room now with a drink in hand - his fingers were cramped up. 

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨Lie down darling, it's time for a dream✨

Stuffed (incubus!nishinoya x reader x priest!asahi)

Okay so for the longest time i didn't know what to write for them but after listening to three yagami yato audios back to back I realized Im a sinner..so yeah have this

This story contains: nasty unprotected sex, Double penetration, aheago, feral nishinoya, breeding kink,asahi losing his shit during sex, asahi calls you mommy a few times, light degrading, preluding to semnophilia

As much as I adore male reader cause I'm a boy but, this will be a female reader worry not I'll be spamming out some male reader stuff after this for a bit

"father, I have done a terrible thing.. something horrible"

The sound of your voice from the other side of the confessional made asahi twitch slightly before he calmly leaned back to listen to you. You were innocent, sweet and pure but lately he's noticed changes that worried him greatly, your clothes that usually were modest now revealed a teasing amount of your thighs or chest so of course when he heard your words he was alert yet calm..just what did you do?

"this is a judgement free zone, speak your mind"

"I've let a sinful demon tempt me.."

You what?

Hearing your words made the priest grip the white beaded cross necklace hanging around his neck as his mind started to get foggy at the thought of a demon hurting you in any way, you were too sweet and adorable for this!

"tell me, what has this demon done to you? Has he hurt you?"

Asahi's voice was laced with worry that quickly turned into fear when he heard a small embarrassed whimper from the other side. After a few seconds he heard your quivering voice

"E-Every night the demon comes into my window, he touches me in ways that I've never been touched, every night he-"

"has he fucked you? Does he fill you up? have you kissed him?"

Asahi spoke in a low tone with a shaky breath. He should feel worry for you but instead a feeling of pure jealousy burned through him, the thought of someone seeing your face twist with pleasure or the thought of someone kissing your soft skin while pounding you made him see red.

"yes father, am i too late to be saved?"

Your soft helpless tone made asahi shudder as his mind drifted to unholy thoughts. How would you look sucking him off? What face would you make when he eats you out til you are shaking? How would you taste against his tongue?

"father asahi?"

"ah you're not! Its never too late to be saved! You said it comes every night? How about I spend the night in your home so when the demon comes I'll deal with it"

His plan made you smile brightly before you let out a joyful giggle. You couldn't help but sound so cute as you thanked him before leaving the wooden box.

So day soon turns to night, asahi laid on your couch asleep before a creaking sound stirred him awake. He checked the time only to see that it was two in the morning, the male let's out a low sigh as he stretched before going to your room to check on you only to hear sounds of a creaking bed along with voices.

"oooh [y/n] your nipples are so hard and perked for me, hehehe do you like it when I flick them like this?

Asahi couldn't recognize that voice so he softly opened the door and peeked inside only to see you tied with your hands above your head and your clothes completely ripped off with an incubus straddling your hips. Asahi should burst in there, he should be slamming the door open and throwing that demon off you but he couldnt help but watch as this demon leaned his head down to lick and suck your nipples

"n-nishinoya-"

"this is the first time you called out to me like that..do it again"

So the demon's name was nishinoya? Why did you know that? How did you know that? Asahi was curious about such details but his mind blanked when he heard a loud whimper escape your lips, when he turned his attention back to you the demon in question has his face shoved in between your legs licking and sucking at your clit as if his life depended on it.

Asahi felt his cock twitch in his pants as your lewd moans ringed through his ears. His entire body started to shake as he bit his bottom lip roughly. He wanted to be the one to make you moan like that, he wanted to be the one making you screaming his name.

Just as asahi was going to burst in he watched as the demon pull back and both his and asahi's eyes locked before nishinoya gave a sly smirk while licking his lips.

"her pussy tastes like whip cream, so sweet and yummy so why don't you come and get a taste instead of watching like a pervert or are all preists this sinful?"

Asahi tensed up at his remark before standing up straight before opening the door and closing it behind him. His eyes travelled to you who couodnt even look him in the eyes.

"f-fathe-"

Nishinoya shoved his demon tail down your throat with a light shudder. He gazed at you with a sadistic gleam before a sly smile was on his face.

"hush babe, the grown up are talking so just be a good girl and suck on my tail like it's a nice juicy cock okay? If you promise not to bite I'll fuck you extra hard tonight"

His words shook both you and asahi but you did as he said and started to suck his tail which filled your mouth nicely while nishinoya tried not to shudder and show just how good that felt.

"d-demon! I've come to exorcise you! P-prepare to go back to hell where you belong!"

"funny how you say that but where's your Bible? Your holy water? Holy items? not even a single talisman..all you brought is a big bulge so let's just be honest here hmm?"

Asahi felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he glanced down only to see that he was fully hard, he took a step forward his mind clouding with lust as he watched you suck and moan against that filthy demon's tail.

"A-as a priest I'm supposed to take you down, I'll warn you once to release her from your captivity and surrender"

Asahi's shaky words were met with nishinoya letting out a loud chuckle before his eyes travelled to you before he reached our and trailed his finger along your drenched slit which made you shudder with bliss before he decided to stick two fingers inside your sopping wet hole.

"listen here, father she let's me do this cause she wants to, hell she would die without my cock stretching her wall each night. Ive cummed inside her so much It would be no surprise if she was pregnant"

His words made your walls clench around his fingers which cause the male to release a low growl, he definitely needed to fuck you soon or else he was gonna lose his mind.

"Ooh she likes to think of being pregnant, how about instead of trying to fight let's share this night hmm? Come onnn look at her she's just begging for a cock to fuck her so two would drive her absolutely insane. Give into your urges"

Asahi didn't know if it was demonic magic or his mind just snapping but before he knew it he was stripping down while walking towards you and nishinoya. His eyes were clouding with lust as he left himself in only his boxers

Nishinoya licked his lips before simply took his tail out your mouth before feeling you of your binds. You sat up now looking at the two men with a look of worry, you could barley take nishinoya and his thick cock but now two of them?

"alright pretty girl! Here's what's gonna happen, me and Mr holy over here are gonna fuck your brains out until the smell of cock and cum become your natural scent okay? Okay!"

Nishinoya and his cheerful tone made you shiver as you watched his tail wag side to side like he was some excited puppy. Asahi looked confused on what to do so he gave nishinoya a panicked gaze which made the demon burst out laughing

"are you a virgin?! Pfffft! Hahahah! Oh my! Okay, I'll tell you what to do only cause you look so cute! Lay down on the bed and princess here will get on top"

Just explaining what will happen made asahi blush before he gulped harshly and did as he was told. What was this going to feel like? He wasn't sure but he knew it would be better than touch himself in the late hours of the night.

"n-nishinoya I don't know about this, I mean-" you were cut off by the demon's loud whistling as he yanked asahi's boxers down only to see his çock spring up.

"talk about a long boy! Sorry I got you beat in girth though, but I guess it's not bad right princess?"

Nishinoya turned to you who was just staring with a look drowning with lust. Nishinoya knew that look on your face and moved to you only to lick the drool dribbling down your chin

"now now you hungry slut, you can choke on his cock next round but for now let's fuck that cute pussy to oblivion"

His words made you whine before he gave your ass a hard slap before pointing to a nervous looking asahi

"now, hands and knees above him don't you dare put him in you without me saying so, or else I'll have to break you even more than I already am about to"

Nishinoya watched as you crawled into of asahi before shakily looking down at him. You've had sex many many times next to nishinoya but also fucking asahi scared you since he was your priest.

"so fragile, you're shaking lets not be scared alright?"

Asahi's soft words made you melt as you felt him reach up to touch your cheek. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss only to moan harshly against his lips as something thick slammed into you. With a shaky breath you pulled away only to glance back to see nishinoya on his knees behind you with a fake innocent grin.

"oops- sorry did I ruin your moment?"

Asahi looked at your face only to feel something snap in his mind, the way your face became flushed and your eyes tightly closed made him shudder before his body moved on its own. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you against his chest only to shove himself inside you along with nishinoya.

You let out a loud shocked gasp our reaction was nothing compared to asahi who was gritting his teeth with eyes rolling back slightly, how could someone be so tight?!

"feels good huh? Oh this is nothing..come now father, can you really not move? Well if you're not gonna move I will"

Nishinoya started to thrust roughly in and out of you with a shaky sigh as he felt his and asahi's cock rubbing against each other, not only that but you were clenching so tight that he could swear he could see stars.

"ngh- demon.. you're rubbing against me like that"

Asahi's choked words were followed by his thrusts, he wasn't as rough as nishinoya but he was thrusting quite fast. he just couldn't stop his body from thrusting up against you over and over again. You both were slowing becoming a mess, drooling and whining came from you both as you two locked eyes

"[y/n]! So tight! Your pussy is so tight and wet I just can't take it! Do you hear it? That wet sound? Ahh it's so lewd! This is so lewd! [Y/n]! I cant stop- don't make me stop please please please!"

Asahi was losing his mind while he slammed his hips wildly and to make it worse this chaotic energy was only riling nishinoya up to the point where he was a snarling mess now digging his nails Into your hips while slamming in and out of you

"fuck! You are so good! Such a good girl..the way your pussy is miking me, beg for me princess beg for my demon seed come now beg for it already or I'll fucking stop"

The utter thought of stopping made you whine louder than you already were and you wiggled your hips desperately like a bitch in heat

"please! Noya! Asahi! Fuck me more! Ahh- please please! Breed me so good!"

Just like that your words caused the two men to lose their sanity even more. Asahi was in tears as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you like a rabbit now having breeding on his mind. He forced you to look at him as he gave you a sloppy messy kiss that left saliva on you both

"m-my baby! Have my baby! My baby mine not that demon's but mine! Ahh- please [y/n]! Bear my children!"

His whining sobbing pleas seemed to annoy nishinoya who pulled you back against him while his hand gripped your throat. He thrusted deep inside you while licking your neck along with biting at it.

"his baby? Fuck no. Have mine. My demon spawn would look so cute growing in your tummy, fuck princess it's gonna be me who gets your pregnant okay?"

Your mind was starting to go blank as your climax was coming close and just as you were were gonna turn to kiss nishinoya you felt hands cupping your breasts. You turn to face asahi who now sat up to hold you as well his mouth drooling and slobbering all over your breasts as he felt close. His hair was a mess but the look in his eyes was that of a desperate needy man losing his mind.

"be the mommy to my baby, you right that right? Mommy..please please please! Ah I can't wait to see your breasts swell with milk so please..ah! Please I'm gonna cum!"

His loud whines and use of the word mommy did something to you that you didn't know could happen to you but you felt your climax building up but before you can announce it nishinoya simply grunted lowly in your ear as his grip around your throat tightened.

"I can feel it, cum already cum around our cocks like I know you want to, you want us to fill up your needy pussy, you're so desperate for cum that your drooling and sticking your tongue out like a bitch so cum already"

His harsh words were the last thing you needed before your walls tightened and you climaxed with a loud screaming moan.

"yes, yes yes yes yes! [Y/n]! Yes! It feels..so good!"

"hah- ah, damn priest you moan like a little whore..it's so fucking hot!"

As the two cummed inside you at the same time you felt your mind breaking and it left you twitching and shaking in their arms.

When you three laid down on the bed nishinoya glanced at you and asahi who were both making such a lewd face that his cock twitched. He honestly wasn't even close to being finished but it seems that humans get tired so he was greatly annoyed to see you both start to fall asleep.

Nishinoya sighs as a smile graced his face before he cracked his neck while hovering over you and asahi's cuddling bodies.

"sorry sweeties I'm not done yet, but don't worry you can enjoy your nap"

[ffamranxii]

First Impressions Of P5 Characters VS What I Think Now

PROTAGONIST

Then: Ren Amamiya. Soft boi. Good boi. Who the fuck is Akira?

Now: Hooooo boy let’s unpack this three in one character, my friends. Ren is still a good soft boi who did nothing wrong. Akira Kurusu, however is a bastard in love with a feral boy and is the sarcastic fuck. Joker? Goddamn, Joker is a maniac from the depths of hell. What is heterosexuality

RYUJI

Then: Vulgar Boy! He must be the Best Friend(TM) of Ren

Now: Ryuji is best boy and he and Ren are in love and this is a Ryuji hate-free zone!! T^T

ANN

Then: Oh she’s cute! If she’s the Lovers, I’m gonna ship her with Ren!

Now: Gaaaaaaaaaaay. Ann x Shiho are OTP

MORGANA

Then: She’s so cute I want twelve!!!

Now: Omg I fucking hate this fucking cat if this motherfucker shits on my bb Ryuji one more time I stg I’ll punt him across Tokyo DO NOT TEMPT ME

YUSUKE

Then: Asexual weird AF art boi

Now: Asexual weird AF art boi with a tragic past who is still deeply hurting, and loves lobsters and is definitely best friends with Futaba

MAKOTO

Then: Eh. Whatever.

Now: I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND YOUR FEELINGS OF USELESSNESS AND YOUR DIFFICULT HOME LIFE WHERE YOUR FAMILY TAKES THEIR FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON YOU GIRL YOU ARE VALID 😭😭😭 Also bisexual. Was attracted to Akira for the DANGER but then set eyes on Hifumi and was like “Akira who?” Angry badass.

FUTABA

Then: Cute little ginger nerd! I’m love her

Now: 😳 Bb I will love and protect you with Coffee Dad for as long as you live, holy fuck, you need so much therapy, also I think you’ve broken several laws both national and international. Her chat name is CoffeeGremlin you cannot take this from me. NO ONE SHOULD BE DATING FUTABA SHE IS A VICTIM OF HORRIFIC TRAUMA AND ABUSE AND NEEDS TO WORK ON HERSELF BEFORE GETTING INTO A RELATIONSHIP

HARU

Then: What a cute little floof! She is sheepwife

Now: Oh god there’s a lot of trauma and emotions to unpack here. Sheepwife 😭 The game makes it seem like you get over your father’s death so quickly but your whole confidant is a metaphor for the close relationship you two used to share and you never really truly get any closure 😭 Sheepwife is one of the most tragic characters because of this. T^T

GORO

Then: This bitch is Light Yagami. I bet he kills someone.

After vanilla: Motherfuckin Light Yagami... but at least there was a reason for his crazy, I guess. Sad

After Royal: 😭😭😭 GORO IS THE MOST TRAGIC CHARACTER AND I CAN’T BELIEVE LITERALLY EVERYONE IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE HAS USED HIM - EVEN AKIRA CAN USE HIM IF YOU PICK THE SHIT OPTIONS - HE MUST BE PROTECTED BECAUSE AKIRA LITERALLY BENDS THE FABRIC OF FUCKING REALITY TO GET HIM BACK AND THEN HE FUCKING GETS KIDNAPPED TO KYOTO?! HOW MUCH MORE SUFFERING MUST HE ENDURE ATLUS JUST LET HIM BE HAPPY 😭😭😭

SHIHO

Then: So cute. I hope she’s a Phantom Thief

Now: Honorary Phantom Thief. Ann’s wife. Fuckin fight me

MISHIMA

Then: *Regina George voice* omg he is SO annoying

Now: Best boi. A good boi. Honorary Phantom Thief fuckin fight me. Mishima is a victim of horrific abuse at the hands of Kamoshida and is treated like shit by both the game and the fandom and I just... don’t get it??? Hug your Mishima today

HIFUMI

Then: Ooooooh pretty please be a Phantom Thief you know she’d be something quintessentially Japanese-themed, she and Yusuke would be aesthetic goals

Now: SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PHANTOM THIEF AND THEY CUT HER? Bullshit. Still a Phantom Thief fuckin fight me. Definitely made the first move with Makoto. Into kinky sex.

KASUMI

Then: I love her

Now: D: I’ve only had Sumire for a day and a half but if anything happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this fandom and then myself. How is she not the protagonist or secondary protagonist of Persona 6? She would basically be just like Maki from P1! That is a HUGE story and they just... you know what FUCK you Atlus. ALSO REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT HOW NO ONE SHOULD BE DATING FUTABA BECAUSE SHE’S A VICTIM OF HORRIFIC ABUSE AND TRAUMA AND NEEDS TO WORK ON HERSELF BEFORE GETTING INTO A RELATIONSHIP? REPLACE FUTABA WITH SUMIRE THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

[twinfanfics]

The tale of the three head beast -The Marching Fishes 6/20

Digimon GoT AU

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag  3t3hb  on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

Pairs: Taiyama, taisora, Joumy, daiken, and sooo so many others

ACT 1

ACT 2. SCENE 1: THE ARRIVAL

ACT 2. SCENE 2: BROTHERHOOD. (after the cut)

Iory stopped by Mimi’s cell before gone at the war boats. She was sitting with her back on the wall, uncomfortable for the pregnancy, she was hugging his son, both dirty and hunger, but at least the angry yelling had stopped.

“This is going to end soon” Iory said. But Mimi didn’t answered, she kept there, with his son on her arms “I never intend to…” He know he didn’t own her any apologized. “I know Joe Kido is a good man, too good to be King” her eyes were full of tears and he was full of words “but Taichi Yagami on the big Throne are  bad news, a puppet of The Light, the same Light that kills homosexuals and heretics, how much time has to pass before The Light will came at the Honest Islands and started to burn our idols and books.” she closed her eyes and kissed his son on the front as he tied the hug and Iory kept talking “My own father fighted against the capitol, he was trying to independence our home and he ended killed by the sword of the Wolf Knight, a peasant whose only achievement was won the throne for Joe Kido.” The Queen trembled “This is the best for the Islands” Iory said at last.

“Liar” The Queen said at Iory’s back.

The blood of the Forgotten Prince boiled.

The Ikkaku’s Island was at just some kilometers apart, the last defense before the Grand Island. Joe kept all the zone fierced guarded, but now Iory was sure that Joe would give up.

He was wrong.

“War boats at the horizont!” Davis yelled since the watchtower.

The sea was calmed and the warriors ready. The two flotillas encountered each other in the middle of the blue, and the battle started.

“Take the boats and get as many prisoners as you could!” Iory yelled the orders.

Davis jumped from the watchtower and the rebels scream, his sword was fast and certain, his hair was an orange flame that run over the battlefield, no for nothing he was his master’s favorite. Even then, Ken Ichijouji was the first on boarded the enemies boats.

Blood was draining to his sword, sweat all over himself and the screams of his enemies didn’t stop, some of them crying, more of them cursing his name. Ken felt alive on the battlefield, actions and quick thinking, kill the enemy, take the rudder, it was easy. Easier that the other things of life.  

Ken was guarding the cell when the Queen wake up. She found herself trapped, with his son still unconscious next to her over the cold floor. She searched for the weapons under her dress, but they had taken each one of them. She found just the smug face of Ichijouji looking at her. The swerwords of his dying enemies were nothing compared at the treats of the Queen. One beat at the bars of the cell and she stopped the yelling.  He was expecting questions, an opportunity to insult her and make her felt as the vain insect that she was. But the Queen started sobbing without help, uncontrollable murmurs that sound to much as a prayer, but wasn’t the name of god on Mimi’s lips.

“Joley… sister… please… “

“How you dare!” Ken scream.

His angry eyes found her quizzical look.

After everything how she dare to say that name, to called the sister that she betrayed. She had seduced the Sea King to choose her over Joley, when she knows that she was breaking her younger sister's heart. Because Joley’s heart was precious, Ken knows that. Memories of that far warm night assaulted him, the hot skin of the princess of the desert, her enthusiastic kisses mixed with all that alcohol. How long has been? three years? Would he ever seen her again?

Davis blocked one enemy attack against Ken´s back. The young knight turned to saw the face of his lover, Davis was so handsome with that bravery on his eyes, his sword moving gracefully, his mouth yelling at his enemies.

“We had this battle won” Davis said so full of confident that he even had time to kiss Ken before entering at the weaponry room. The smell of the gunpowder and the fire begun.

Davis Motomiya set the boat on fire and watch how his followers did the same with the rest of the enemies ships. His arm over Ken’s waist and both jumped at the principal ship, where Iory was looking them with proud. They had captured all the enemies that hadn’t jumped at the ocean or died on the fire (or in Ichijouji´s blade). His boyfriend was hugging him as his brother and the rebels celebrate the victory. Freedom, justice, the spirit of the Honest Islands will survive and conquer all.  The Queen had been wrong when she told him that he doesn’t belong there.

Davis had been in charge to give the food at the Queen. Ken was always yelling at her and Iory was a prince, he hadn’t had to do those things.

He didn’t understand his brothers, Mimi wasn’t rude at him. If something she looks scary and kept a child in jail was a discussion that he had lost. Back when they were small children The Sea King would had reasons to imprisoned them and he showed mercy instead, because they were children.

“Where are you from?” The Queen had asked after the third or fourth time that he had given her clean food.

“The Honest Island” Davis had responded. The Queen hadn't been looking so convinced. “I can guess that my parents are from some place else, but I am not”

“You guess?”

“Master Ryo bright me at the Honest Island when I was a baby, I don’t remembered live far away of this ocean” Davis had been talking easily “When the King accepted to training me as a Knight I won a place, and when the other King kill him and forgive my live, I won two brothers” Mimi shivered at the mention of the old battle. Maybe after those days with the knights she could understand the story of the Honest Island. Davis himself didn’t understand that much.

“I had been trying to do the same thing” the Queen had said sweetening her voice “I try to belong”

She had been sitting on an old chair, her son had been on her lap hugging at her big mom’s belly. Somehow she made the all thing looked like a throne. Suddenly Davis had been feeling so uncomfortable, Iory maybe was a leader and the right heir, but he had never seen that… royalty.

Mimi didn’t deserve that cell. The Queen moved her big eyelashes and his son coughed a few while Davis’ heart get smaller on his chest.

“You know you don’t belong with them, right?” the Queen had said while Davis had his hand resting over the cell lock “The Sea King had been so generous to you”.

A moment of hesitation. The keys were holding on his waist, he know that his brothers weren’t on the building. Did he really would be able to…

Something hit him. The Queen hit him with the chair. He hit the floor and the hand of the Queen had stretched to grab the keys, and she almost got them. Davis rolled at the floor, give up and dared to watch at Mimi’s eyes, and then, he understand why his brothers refused to see her.  Any of them would brake before her.

He had been left the room as Mimi yelled at him many variants of fool. But she had been wrong, he belongs at the Islands, at this rebelion, with his brothers: Ken and Iory, his lover and his prince.

The rebel flotilla was celebrating the triumph while Ryo Akiyama was watching the Queen‘s  cell on the rebels quarters.  There was something comforting at watching at the Queen. Maybe it was the obvious hate that the Queen felt for him or maybe was the red hair and the purple eyes that remembered him at his own wife. The women of the desert were something else.  

“He is going to kill you” Mimi said with no hesitation.

“Excuse me?”

“He adores at that children, but you… the King despise you”

Ryo laughed a little before answered.

“Oh darling, on this days, everybody call himself a King”  

With no more explanation the assassin left the Queen’s cell. Ryo walked through the building until his room, he closed the door and the windows, making completed darkness, he unveiled the big old mirror, recited the old canticle and slowly, a figure formed on the other side.

“Love of my life” he said as Rika´s image appeared.

“You fool” The woman said with the biggest smile he had seen in her since the first day Takato hold a sword.

“You look happy”

She inclined to pick something of the floor.

“Look this” she said as showed him a baby dinosaur moving on her arms “Takato found saurios! my child is the chosen one”

“For the Light God!” Ryo hide his jealousy behind his surprise. “I hadn’t seen one of those on years” the smiled of Rika only grown “But what about them? for when they grow up enough to be useful on combat MY CHILD had been conquer all the continent”

“Yeah sure” She dismissed him “Your plan is obviously not stupid. How is your lame rebelion going?”

“My apprentices are at two battles to won the Grand Island and when Iory will be King of this place, it will be only matter of time to send his army against the capital. Davis will be King of all the living land before the next summer solstice. You had to see him Rika, the people adore him”

“Well, Takato is a King already”

“A indulged King” he said making her frowned “ You had given him everything, Davis is a survivor, a natural leader”

“You are always over complicating everything” She said “two battles you said”

“Two battles to conquer the richest land of the continent”

“Made yourself sure that Izumi didn’t interfere” She said without hidden her concern.

“I assure you Rika, the Capital bigger mistake is dismissed this war. We are gonna win”

“For the glory of the Courage house” She said as a goodbye.

“For the glory of the Courage house” He repeated.

Ryo allow him to rest a little. All their fights and patience were paying off.

He remembered that night when Rika decided that felt compassion was part of their jobs. She give up everything for a baby that she believed was the chosen one, but he had never been much of fairy tales himself. Takato could had lucky, but his brother, Davis, had been talented since the first time that Ryo founded him hidden under the crib. Rika hadn’t see him, that itself was marvelous. He is going to be King, Ryo would make it. Captured the Queen had been a winning move, they are going to conquer the Honest Island in no time.

Far away, the knights of the Islands shared his master confident, not as his knowledge. The Forgotten Prince leadered the insing ship as Ken and Davis make out on the watchtower of the boat. And then, they see them: The Light banners all over the Ikkaku’s Island, and all their confidence banished.

[fyrapartnersearch]

on the search for fandumbs

 INTRO

Hi, there!! My name, or online alias, is Sei. I am not publicly sharing my real name simply because I dislike it, but if you absolutely must know, you may ask upon contacting me. 

I’m nineteen years old, a virgo, and have a plethora of interests including (but not limited to) writing, drawing, comic books, horror movies, science, reading, and spicy food. I’m an optimistic and laid back person and to me, roleplaying is nothing more than a hobby so I try to be in the middle between completely care-free and serious. I am open minded and non-judgemental so no matter who you are, I’ll probably accept you unless your request goes against my limits.

I am looking for anime/manga-centric fandoms. I am okay with both OCxOC and OCxCanon pairings but CanonxCanon doesn’t hold my interest. 

GUIDELINES

I would prefer for my partner to be at least fifteen years of age, considering the fact that I am a legal adult. While I am fine with writing with minors, I don’t write out smut with those under eighteen as I can legally get in trouble. I’m also quite uncomfortable with writing smut out with males, but I will accept general roleplay partners of the opposite gender. Really, other than these guidelines, I’m fairly laid back and I could care less if you were a swamp monster behind a monitor or something. (Okay, maybe not to that extent).

I can either do OCxCanon pairings or OCxOC pairings depending on your preference. If we decide to do OCxCanon pairings, I double and only double as that seems like the fair way to do things. What that means is I play your love interest and my OC, and you play my love interest and your OC. I also expect both sides to be fair; if you write a million paragraphs for your side and only a sentence for mine, I won’t accept it. Obviously, a slight difference is fine, but nothing extreme. Another important thing to mention is that I am absolutely in no way picky over love interests! If we happen to share the same one, I’ll gladly settle for another. I am alright with love triangles, f//, mxf, and m//. If you contact me, you have to be alright with at least f// and mxf because a handful of my personal pairings consist of these.

I, unfortunately, do not have the time to construct 1500+ word per side replies. I am a full time student and it would take me ages to even finish one half of the roleplay. Even if I weren’t, roleplaying is just a hobby for me and I would prefer for it to not feel like a chore. With that being said, my comfort zone is generally 300-650 words per side. I can write more or less, depending on the scene taking place. As far as grammar goes, I’m no grammar nazi; everyone makes mistakes, and I am especially understanding of those who did not grow up with English as their native language. 

While I prefer third person, I can be persuaded to write in first if that is something that you absolutely want. I hold no preference between present & past tense, so that is your poison to pick! I really don’t like AU’s all too much, but if you have an awesome idea that you’re itching to try out I’ll happily listen. If anything, my side can be canon while yours can consist of an AU.

I am in the middle between picky and lenient with OC’s; of course, I’m not going to tear them up. It’s your character, and you can do what you please with them. However, I don’t want a bio that you spent five minutes on sent to me. Back stories, personalities, and everything in between are extremely important to a character. I don’t accept Mary Sue’s, either; no overpowered OC’s and no Japanese characters with English names. I spend a lot of time on my OC’s and I’d appreciate the same for you - I obviously don’t expect you to send me a novel, but I like to know about what kind of character I’m writing against. When it comes to the spotlight, there’s not much to say other than to keep it balanced between our characters; it can’t be on yours the entire time.

I can normally promise at least one response a day, and if I’m on break, multiple. It is highly unlikely that I won’t be able to promise that, but in the event that I can’t, please be patient with me. Life comes first. Now, if you don’t hear anything from me in four-seven days, then you may pester me. Chances are, if I haven’t replied in that long, I merely opened your email and forgot to reply! I don’t expect much from you, other than the fact that I would appreciate at least one reply every three days. That’s not too bad, no?

I absolutely adore plotting and OOC chatting. It makes me a lot more comfortable with my partner, and encourages me to reply to the roleplay quicker! Plotting is one of my favorite parts of a roleplay, and I like to do it even after we get things started; even merely speaking about our OC’s is fun! Bottom line is, I prefer these things and would like if you did so, too.

Tell me your limits within your initial email, or I will consider it an open book between the both of us! Mine would consist of: porn without plot (pwp), bestiality, necrophilia, bathroom play, pedophilic relationships, extreme age gaps, incest, and strange foot fetish type things. I will not budge on any of these, and I will be sure to respect your limits as well!

My weapon of choice (I’m kidding) when it comes to roleplaying is email/gdocs. When you contact me, make sure to state your name, age, love interest, and any limits you may or may not have.

Email: decayinq@gmail.com (with the q)

 FANDOMS

Love interests are listed below the fandom. Of course, if you’re looking for OCxOC you can ignore them. They are listed in order of preference, but I’ve mentioned before that I’m not picky. c:

— Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger | Mikasa Ackerman

— Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki | Rukia Kuchiki

— Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura | Shiemi Moriyama

— Death Note

L Lawliet | Touta Matsuda | Light Yagami | Misa Amane

— Death Parade

Decim | Nona

— Diabolik Lovers

Ayato Sakamaki | Ruki Mukami

— Durarara

Izaya Orihara | Shizuo Heiwajima

— Fairy Tail

Natsu Dragneel | Gray Fullbuster

— Future Diary

Yuno Gasai | Aru Akise

— Naruto

Naruto Uzumaki | Sasuke Uchiha

— Ouran High School Host Club

Haruhi Fujioka | Hikaru Hitachiin

— Pokemon

I prefer to use OC’s for this!

— Soul Eater

Soul Evans |  Death the Kid

— Sword Art Online

Kazuto Kirigaya | Asuna Yuuki

— Tokyo Ghoul

Ken Kaneki | Ayato Kirishima | Touka Kirishima

[everything-chlorine-grown-roses]

valentine’s day is already over in my time zone but I figured more people would see this if I’m posting late. ‘Tis nothing big, just a short fan fiction I wrote for the occasion. It has around 2,000 words but it also got some tell don’t show going on later.

As the bell rang announcing the classes' end, Azusa slowly tucked all her books and pens into her bag. She shot a glance at her classmate Haru already taking his leave. Watching his back she was reminded of her torn heart. She loved Haru. But that was inadequate. She was already dating Rin! And she didn't love him any less. Azusa sighed.

Suddenly Akira jumped into her line of sights. Startled, Azusa went into a state of shock, while Akira stemmed her hands on the desk with a big grin across her face. "I'm going  to the movies with Luna and Conchita!" she told her best friend. "What?" Azusa asked, still not entirely awoke from the stasis she was just in "I'm going to the movies" Akira repeated. "Luna and Conchita said they wanted to go to the cinema and watch some coool new movie that just came out, and invited me along." Azusa only nodded slightly. Akira's face turned into a frown. "Ahh... But Esther said you can't come along" she recounted. Azusa glanced away, not sure if Esther meant to exclude her or wanted to protect her from watching something she doesn't like. "I'll tell ya' all about it when I'm home, 'kay? Catch ya' later!" Akira calmed her down. She gave her a pat on the back, sprinted to the classroom's entry and waved to her friend again before running off. Azusa let out a deep sigh again. She motioned to pick up her bag, when a knock on the now almost empty classroom's door called her attention. Esther was holding her fist up with a light grace, a smile forming on her lips as she noticed Azusa staring. ~~~~~ "Chocolate?" Azusa asked as the girls passed by the school gates. "Tomorrow is Valentines Day" informed Esther her companion. "That means that traditionally, we should make chocolate for our loved ones, right? I figured it would make much more fun to make it together, so I wanted to invite you along." "But what about Luna and Conchita?" wondered Azusa. "I sent them off so that they couldn't make a mess of the kitchen!" Esther giggled. "Besides, I don't want to spoil the surprise. The truth is, I wanted to make some chocolate for the both of them since we spent so much time together. Oh, and Luna always complains she should get a lot of candy! Sheesh, she's so childish sometimes, I start wondering if I'm petting her too much..." Esther is such a mom. But then Azusa remembered something else. "Akira?" "Same reason? ...Ah, I mean, maybe you didn't want to have her around- I mean, it will be easier with just the four of us!" Azusa tilted her head at Esther's words, not noticing the obvious sweat pearly on her forehead. Esther had successfully distracted her and changed the topic. "Yeah, Hitomi came up with it in the first place. She asked me if I could help her this year with her Valentine's chocolate. We talked about what to make and whose kitchen we should use since Luna is currently living with her. Ruruka came up with the idea to send the others off so they wouldn't notice." "They might feel left out if they would" Azusa mumbled, reminded of the feeling that stroke her earlier. "Hey, it would be no surprise if they knew about this!" Esther scolded playfully. After picking up Hitomi from L'eau de Rose Academy, the three headed straight for the Yagami estate. When they rang the door bell, a mint fluff of hair opened up. Ruruka greeted her visitors with glee. As Azusa got out of her boots, Hitomi was already running behind Ruruka to the kitchen. The two older girls slowly followed them until all four had reached their destination. "Yes, let's make some chocolate!" Ruruka cheered. Azusa tapped on her shoulder, slightly confused. "Erm... Ruruka? Aren't you... aren't you a little young to make chocolate for Valentine's Day?", Azusa fumbled with choosing the right words to address her concern. "Ah! Azusa-neechan, don't you know that you give out chocolate to your family as well?" Ruruka replied. "That's right, you don't just give chocolate to the person you have a crush on" Esther informed the girl who had lived in almost total isolation for years. "You also give it to your family and friends. You can make some for the swim club as well." That was the solution! It hit Azusa like a switched on light bulb. She would give out chocolate both to Haru and Rin, disguising it as a simple gift of encouragement. For the first time this day, her face lit up. "My chocolate is for Kimmy!" proclaimed Hitomi, who had been left out of the conversation until now. "She always works so hard for our sake, never catching a break, and watching out and protecting us! I just want to return these feelings and thank her for all that." "Oh, that's nice!" commented Ruruka. "I only wanted to make chocolate for Shatter to cheer him up. When Oni-chan died I was really sad, but he helped me get through this time of grief. It's just, he is still upset about what happened and seems to blame himself for it. I think he wasn't at fault and deserves to feel better. So I hoped Esther would help me cheer him up." "So you're pretty much repaying the favor in helping him get over his grief, aren't you?" Esther summed it up. "But now, let's get to work!" She gave around orders which ingredients to put out and demanded Ruruka to take out a recaipt book and show her if she had anything in mind. Azusa went with the flow and was secretly happy that she hadn't been asked for whom and why she wanted to make valentine's chocolate. She felt kind of in the dumps because all those around her had these pure, loving reasons. She only had a crush on not even one but two boys. Esther patted her on the head, giving her a smile. "Think of the person who you want to give your chocolate to. That will help." she advised. "Or maybe try imagining the result you want? Like a donut maybe? I'm sure your chocolate will be filled with love either way." Azusa's face relaxed. The soothing words reminded her of her best friend. All the time in the hospital, she missed her and felt bad about hurting her. She was devastated that her friend might reject after the injuries she had done to her. But Akira told her better. They are best friends. She could never hate her. With new found motivation, the girl finally started working on some confectionary too. Her humming informed Esther that all was well now, and Hitomi went over to pester her senpai with questions on how to go around baking pastries. At the end of the day, or rather two hours later since there was only so much time that their friends would be at the movies, the last batch of chocolatey goodness was finished. The girls looked over their creations with pride. One chocolate cake with honey fudge filling coated by a dark brown glaze adorned by red roses made of gum paste that Esther helped Ruruka with, coconut macaroons with a modeling chocolate heart on each and some chocolate chip cookies so that Luna won't eat up everything alone, éclairs filled with chocolate and garnished with whipped cream and small cat head shaped marshmellow fondant, and lastly, a batch of cupcakes with chocolate shavings mixed into a vanilla dough with a sweet, milk creme paste and a chocolate fondant icing, with simple cut-out marzipan flowers. "Good work!" shouted Esther as she clapped her hands together. Azusa nodded as she put away the last few tools and utensils they used for their masterpieces. "They look so delicious!" exclaimed Hitomi. "Yeah" agreed Ruruka, before she pointed to the cupcakes. "Azusa-neechan, you made so many! Who are they for?" "Yeah, Azusa, who's the lucky recipient?" chuckled Esther, having already guessed who would get to eat these wonders. Azusa paused. Somehow, for a moment she didn't remember the boy she had made them for. Silly her, of course not! She had not made them for one boy she crushed on! "Secret." Azusa replied. She wouldn't tell them just yet that she made them for two, Rin and Haru. Ruruka glared at her, begging her to tell who would get to eat them while Hitomi asked if any of them would be allowed to test the taste of the baked goods. Esther chuckled and drove the two youngsters off of Azusa, telling them to go fetch nice wrapping paper so they could present their pastries neatly. Then she turned to the cupcake baker herself. "Good luck! I'm sure if you confess your feelings to your loved one, they will reach her- I mean they." ~~~~~ As Azusa reached her home, tired from the chocolate adventure she had with Esther, Hitomi and Ruruka, she put her sweets in the kitchen and went to her room to take a nap. Past midnight, a noise woke her up. It resembled a shadoyw figure knocking down whatever stood in its way to find the flesh of human children. Azusa shrieked up. Horror movie scenario aside, what if her prized chocolate shaped feelings would be devoured by a fearsome monster? She hasted downstairs in her night gown and threw the kitchen door open. She spotted that, indeed, her cupcakes were meeting their demise, but not by the means that she had horrifically imagined. "Akira?" she called out the silhouette dumbfounded. "Oh" Akira said without much emotion and stumbled towards her sleepy eyed friend. "Did I wake ya'up? Sorry, sorry! I was just having a midnight snack!" Azusa stared at the crumbles of the goods she had made with Esthers help. Akira followed her eyes and noticed what her friend's attention was directed at. "Those are very nice" she commented. Azusa did not answer. Worry spread onto Akira's face and she felt hotness rising into her head. "D-Did... Did I do something wrong? Oh my god..." The cupcakes she had made for Rin and Haru. Were gone. She would not have the time to make new ones. She would not be able to give either of them chocolate for Valentine's Day. She would not stand in front of them, hand each of them a box... blush extensively... have it get misinterpreted... She would not have to lie and disguise her feelings... As Azusa got comfortable with the idea of not having to give chocolate to a boy she likes and lie about her feelings, she noticed the stream of tears that fell of Akira's cheeks. With a gentle touch she hold her best friend's face and smiled. "It's alright" she told her in a calm voice. Akira sniffed and cried into Azusa's chest. She just got so worked up about having done something wrong, having hurt her friend, that she feared she singlehandedly had just thrown away their close bond over some stupid sweets. Azusa embraced her in a hug and patted her on the back. "Remember what you told me?" she asked. "We're best friends. I could never hate you." Akira wiped away her tears, pointed to the few cup cakes that had not fallen her victims yet, and together they ate them up. Sitting in her night gown with Akira in their home's kitchen on Valentine's Day eating chocolate, Azusa could not help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

[meroniasecretexchange-blog]

A wine-stained date

Author : @all-my-lovely-fics

Gift for : @snow-white-sheep

Prompt : “You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole”

Author’s note : Hi ! I’m sorry because while this fanfiction technically fills the prompt, it’s obviously not what you expected. I still hope you’ll like it, I just loved this idea <3 I hope you’re having/you had a lovely holiday !

Mello drew up the list of everything he had done to prepare himself, checking and checking again that everything was in place and that he hadn’t forgotten anything. Not that he doubted of his plan, not at all, but his adversary was an infamous, ruthless mob boss, who monitored everything illegal in Los Angeles, and made his money from every traffic he could put his hands on - drugs, guns, prostitutes and some less tasteful goods too, while he was at it. He was the worst kind of scum, really, but he was incredibly talented when it came to destroy anyone on his way. Which Mello was.

After Kira’s capture, L’s title was still vacant. There was, of course, the fact that Light Yagami had spoiled the position, by using it as a cover to act as Kira, and nothing would ever be able to erase these years where L’s name has been a joke, but the real reason no one had taken the title yet was because… well, Near and Mello had both arrested him, sort of. And while Mello didn’t like to admit it, he couldn’t have done it without Near, and Near couldn’t have done it either without him. So they decided to pick up the new L the only way they knew : by playing. They had one year to prove that they were the most efficient when it came to catching criminals, and Armando Frozzi’s arrestation could well be the beginning of the end for Near. He knew that his rival was in Russia, looking for a nasty serial killer who mocked the police forces by sending them letters. Everyone was talking about it, not only in Russia but in the rest of the civilized world too, so Mello could be sure that Near wasn’t on his case.

Mello had managed to be hired in Frozzi’s favorite restaurant, the one he went twice a week, always with a date, always with a different date, some beautiful mannequins who barely spoke english and drank too much champagne.

And for tonight, Mello had a plan : he needed to get close enough to the guy to slip a tracker in his bag. It shouldn’t be that hard, but it was mandatory for the follow up of his plan. He wasn’t too worried : he knew how to talk to mafiosi, which string he had to pull. All he needed was some subtlety, and that was his speciality, wasn’t it ?

“Marvin ?” his boss called him, and walk-ran toward him, a disapproving look on his face. “I see two tables that need to be cleared off, and I see you, being payed and doing nothing, can you explain it to me ?”

Mello mentally quartered and skinned alive this asshole who had interrupted his thoughts, but since he couldn’t afford to be fired now, he bit his tongue and started to work, his attention still on the entrance door, waiting for Frozzi to come up at any instant. After thirty minutes where he watched the come-and-forth of these beautiful, boring, rich people, Frozzi’s figure appeared, large and threatening and the manager came to welcome him, in person, hugging his massive body for a brief moment. They were both smiling, but Mello knew where to look : the manager was terrified, and Frozzi’s wolfish grin told him that Frozzi knew it, and was delighted to see how he could affect him.

“Vincent ! How are you ?” he said, with a thick italian accent. “Do you have a free table for me and my friend ?”

Mello hadn’t noticed the person who was with Frozzi, but when the ‘friend’ he had brought walked into the light, Mello almost dropped the plates he was holding.

Because it was Near.

Fucking Near.

It was weird to see him without his usual pajamas, though he was still under-dressed for a place like this, with his too-large shirt and his pants that were falling on his shoes a little bit, but it was him, no doubt about that, with his ghost-like figure and his big, grey eyes. He probably felt Mello’s gaze on him, for he turned his head toward him and offered him a small, amused smile. He wasn’t surprised at all, he knew Mello would be there.

Great.

“What are you doing here ?” he silently mouthed to the albino’s address, whose smile widened a little more, becoming even more annoying, with very little effort from Near’s part. Typical.

The manager lead the two newcomers to a table, and Mello noted that it was in Patricia’s zone and quickly looked for her : she was talking to the barman ( who was also her boyfriend, it seemed ). He rolled his eyes and didn’t lose one second before interrupting their conversation.

“Patricia” he said “I take the 12, okay ?”

“Uh ?” she blinked, her slow, little brain trying to understand what he was saying to her. “Yeah, yeah, alright, whatever you want Marv’”

And she went back to her discussion with her boyfriend and Mello knew he had very, very little time to act. He could throw all his plan through the window, because nowhere was there an indication for the case where Near would be Frozzi’s… what ? date ? The idea was… ridiculous.

He picked a bottle of wine and put on his bet smile before heading toward Table 12.

“Good evening, gentlemen” he said. “Would you care for a glass of wine ? On the house, of course ?”

Frozzi nodded, obviously thinking that his social and professional status was the cause of this attention, and Mello filled his glass.

“Just a little for me, thank you” Near mumbled.

Mello offered him his brightest smile and dropped the bottle. It exploded on the marbled floor, projecting shards of glass and wine everywhere, especially on Near’s outfit - one knew how to touch its target or not, right ?

“I’m sorry” he apologized, looking at Frozzi’s face, all red and angered by the incident. “I’m sending you someone to take care of the glass. As for you ( he took Near’s arm and forced him to stand up ) I will show you the way to the bathroom. Again, my apologies.”

Without waiting for Frozzi to react, he dragged a wine-scented Near to the bathroom and the other boy didn’t put up a fight, beside looking at his stained clothes with distaste.

“There were news” he began when they were finally alone. “Rester bought them yesterday, it was pretty expensive.”

“Who gives a shit ?” Mello snapped, a little too loud, and threw a expectant look at the door, waiting to see if someone had heard him. Nothing. “Will you explain me what the fuck you are doing here ?”

Near shrugged. In the bathroom’s pale lightning, he looked even more sickly than usual. With the red stains all over his outfit, he looked like a corpse. Something that would have been tempting, years ago.

“I guess you could call that having a date. Could I have other clothes ? I really don’t like the smell…”

“What do you mean, a date ? Since when do you have dates with mafia boss ? Wait, scratch that, since when do you have dates at all ? You don’t do dates, you’re… you !”

Mello wasn’t particularly proud of the way his sentence ended but Near had never expressed any interest in the rest of mankind. Nevermind romantic interest.

“Any other day I would be happy to have a conversation on this topic, but for today, you’ll have to accept that I, indeed, do dates. As for the mafia boss part ? Hum… ( Mello’s eyes narrowed, because Near had this shit-eating grin proving that he was about to be an asshole with his next sentence ) I think I may have a type, what do you think ?”

Mello thought about Frozzi, huge and brown-haired and definitely way older than Near - he was thirty-five, almost thirty-six - and frowned.

“How the hell could I know what your type is, you weirdo ? I don’t care, I just want to tell you that I was on the case first, and you are not stealing it from me, I’ve worked hard on my plan and I won’t let anyone take it away from me.”

“I really don’t know what you are talking about” Near lied, even though he didn’t look like he was lying because Near was way too good at this. “Can I get other clothes ? I’m afraid my date won’t be happy to see me coming back just as disgusting as before ?”

Good, Mello thought.

“Also we spent a very long time in there. If I came out without anything different on me, it would be suspicious.”

Oh, fuck you.

Five minutes later, Near walked out of the bathroom all dressed in black - but not in leather, because the world was just not ready for that, in Mello’s opinion and will never be - after he washed off the stains on his skin with the hand soap and surrounded himself with a heady scent of strawberry.

Someone had cleaned up the glass and the wine when they came back and Frozzi was fumbling with his phone - which tingled Mello’s sense and set the alarms off, even if Near didn’t seem too bothered by it.

“I’m back, sorry for making you wait.”

“Ah, not at all, Neal, not at all.” replied Frozzi, looking up with a charming smile. “These clothes are… different ?” he glared at Mello, as if he hadn’t improved Near’s look by his generous act.

“Yes” Near said. “Don’t you like it ?”

His voice was as dull as ever, as if he was trying to spit out some lines he would have learned from a random show on tv. Which was a possibility, Near had some really strange hobbies, after all. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and let them alone, while doing his best to spy on them whenever it was possible ( which wasn’t as often as he wished, for his main area was a little far away from Near and Frozzi’s table ). They were talking quietly, too quietly for Mello to hear them, and Frozzi smiled a lot, touching the albino’s hand multiple times, while Near didn’t react.

It was fine, Mello decided. He could still slip the tracker in Frozzi’s bag. It was even easier since he didn’t have to avert someone else’s attention : Near was a pain in the ass but he wouldn’t say anything if he saw what Mello was doing.

The tracker hidden in his closed fist, he approached them swiftly, pretending to check on the barman ( Patricia wasn’t there anymore, maybe she was finally working a little ), or on some other table where a family was already eating.

And then he saw it. Frozzi slipping something in Near’s glass.

Poison. It was the first thing Mello thought. Frozzi’s ennemies tended to die, poisoned. So that was it : if Mello still didn’t know why Near was with Frozzi, it was obvious that the mafia boss had found out about him and was decided to kill one of L’s successor. Or maybe he didn’t even know about it, maybe Near had been stupid - as weird as it sounded - and was investigating him himself, and because he had the subtlety of a truck, the guy had guessed what he was trying to do.

Stupid Near. Who didn’t seem to react to the poisoning of his drink. When Frozzi raised his glass to propose a toast, Near followed him.

He had to do something.

He almost ran until their table.

“Oh, are you celebrating something ?” Mello asked, forcing them to put their glass down. “What kind of celebration ? Anniversary of your couple, maybe ? Should I ask the chief for something a little more… festive ?”

Frozzi glared at Mello. Mello didn’t dare to look at Near. It wasn’t the moment to try to give him a silent message, it was the time to save his ass, again.

He really hoped that would give him some points

“We’ll be fine without your antics, thank you” he barked.

“Oh, come on !” Mello replied, and he took their drinks in his hands. They were both half-full of red wine, without distinctive mark on them, and he went to the bar, asking for a couple of these ridiculous little umbrellas used for cocktails to put into their drinks.

“Here” he said, bringing back their glass, making sure to give the poisoned glass to Frozzi, just in case he was stupid enough to get back to his plan, though the odds were low. And indeed, Frozzi’s face was ugly, twisted by his rage.

“Which one was yours ?” he asked to Near, throwing any pretense of niceness by the window.

Near shrugged and pointed at Frozzi’s glass. He was still playing the ‘innocent’ card, but there was no way this wasn’t an act, not with everything happening around him.

“This one, I think ? It seems a little fuller ? Or maybe I’m wrong, I’m sorry I didn’t notice”

Frozzi’s eyes narrowed, and Mello could guess that his brain was processing what just happened. He glared at both of them, and Mello saw him do the movement he had seen other mafiosi do so many times, fumbling in his pocket for his gun.

“Shit” Mello mumbled. He didn’t even have this gun, why didn’t he have his gun ? Rule number one : always have your gun. His eyes travelled around the restaurant, trying to look for an escape when…

CRAAAAASHPL

Near crashed the wine’s bottle over Frozzi’s head who passed out immediately because of the shock. Once again, shards of glass were sprayed around the table, and the wine gave a beautiful, crimson color the the scene.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at them, wide-eyed, unable to understand what had just happened.

“It’s fine” Mello said. “This guy was being a little too forward. Please respect the personal boundaries of your partners or it could happen to you.”

Mello swore Near was smiling, his weird little smile that was so annoying most of the time, but was flattering on this occasion. Unfortunately, someone stood up and went to look for the manager. Time to fly, I guess.

“We need to go, puffball” he commented.

Near frowned, he had probably hoped that Mello had let his string of stupid nicknames in the past, but took out his phone.

“Gevanni is there ( he threw a look at Frozzi’s body, still unconscious ). Is he dead ?” he asked.

“Nope, your boyfriend will still be able to take you on dates and to try to poison you in the future. Love survives everything, you know that, right ?” Mello joked, while they moved toward the exit under everyone’s shocked stares.

“We weren’t on a date”

“Wow, you don’t say, could have fooled me, I swear. Wear a better shirt, next time, it might help.”

Gevanni was parked just in front of the restaurant - which was illegal but who cared, really - and they rushed inside.

“I like this one alright” Near said. “Too bad it’s stained with wine, again. As the rest of my person, I should say.”

He was almost pouting, and Mello grinned, leaning until he was able to lick the wine off Near’s lips. The white-haired boy froze, moving away so far that he hit the back of his head against the car’s window.

“You okay ?” Mello chuckled. “I didn’t cross any line, did I ? I would hate to end up like the poor guy inside the restaurant.”

Near looked at him for a long, awkward minute and then shook his head, his cheeks red but his tone still as composed as ever.

“It’s fine. You’re my type, after all.”