#and you'll start to feel more comfortable with yourself even in daily life

[museofvoid]

went back to theater class today and it is honestly so much fun I highly recommend taking a theater class to everyone

[cheeseceli]

Their s/o is infertile

Pairing: Ot8 ateez x afab!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, headcanons

Request: ateez finding out their fem s/o can’t have kids/is infertile and how they’d cope/help reader through it?

Warnings: discussion about infertility, mentions of overthinking and feeling down, mentions of medical treatment, mentions of food (seonghwa).

A/n: I truly hope this can be of some comfort to anyone who might need it <3 | daily click

Seonghwa - looks after you

‌He would never make you feel useless or patronise you

‌All his focus is on trying to soothe life for you

‌Life is already hard as it is, he just wants to make it a little bit easier for you

‌So he cooks for you and cleans the apartment. He makes sure you don't forget any of your medicines. He guarantees you aren't overthinking.

‌And as much as he feels down sometimes and knows this is a complicated moment for both of you, he always keep on being optimistic

"It's late, we should go to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day, hm?"

Hongjoong - takes one step at a time

‌He's fully aware that this is a rather delicate time

‌And he knows that by rushing decisions and assumptions, the situation will only get worse

‌So he does his best to keep the calm for you both

‌He will take time with researches and appointments

‌He will make some space to just breathe with you

‌Prioritising both the infertility matter, your well being and your relationship

‌Overall, he's what is grounding you

"It's okay to feel a little lost. Don't worry, I'm here. I can be your anchor."

Yunho - keeps your mind out of things

‌Honestly, he'd probably be the reason you didn't jump into the rabbit hole of overthinking

‌He knows precisely how to avoid overload of information

‌He knows how to filter every "advice" you see around

‌So when it comes to that, he would always ground you both so well

‌And he tries to focus on other things as well

‌Not in a sense that he avoids the matter, just because he knows that obsessing into it is not healthy

‌Genuinely tries his best all the time

"Let's go on a date tonight. We could use some time to relax, don't you think?

Yeosang - looks for alternatives

‌He'd be optimistic for you both, even when you can't really see the light on the situation

‌He knows every matter has a way out

‌So he'd do his research, would ask for help, would do everything he could to find a solution

‌He'd talk with you about treatment. Maybe he'd suggest getting a pet for now. He would want to discuss adoption

‌And if you ever refuse one, two or even all of his ideas, he'd understand

‌And he has total faith that one day, you'll both find the perfect solution

"I heard that adopting a pet is very helpful to manage stress. And it could also make us company. What do you think?"

San - reassures you

‌This is the moment where a lot of doubts start to surface

‌And he doesn't want you to ever doubt yourself

‌So whenever you forget your self worth, he is there to remind you of that

‌You are an amazing person, a perfect partner and would be an even better parent

‌And he can't see you forgetting those things

‌There's also this thing I saw that Adam Sandler makes for Jennifer Aniston, and I think San would do that for you as well

‌He would gift you flowers every mother's day, every year, even if there's no signs of a baby coming

‌Simply because he knows that you would be an amazing mother

"I know this is rough, but know that I'm with you through it all"

Mingi - makes your bond stronger

‌At first, it feels heartbreaking

‌But Mingi knows that this is the moment you both need to rely on each other

‌Need to be there for each other more than ever

‌So that's what you do

‌There were nights where none of you would sleep, just talk to each other about everything that came to mind. In those nights, you'd both cry a lot

‌There were also nights where you would just sleep, comforting each other through gentle touches. In those nights, your tears would be softly dried

‌Small acts of love and kindness would take place in the relationship, and soon you would build a comfortable home around you both

‌So throughout this journey, you know you are never alone. No matter what

"Although the world is being rough on us right now, I won't be anything but kind to you"

Wooyoung - he makes time for you both

‌He knows this is a delicate time

‌He also knows that people's comments and interruptions wouldn't be of any help

‌So he decides to be alone with you for a while

‌You, him, and a very nice trip to somewhere far away

‌With this, he hopes to clear your mind a bit

‌Maybe then you'll both talk freely and find a solution, or at least get any closer to that

‌Then you can also strengthen your relationship, so you can go through this together

"No one needs to make assumptions about us and try to trouble us. We'll be fine, we just need to be together."

Jongho - supports you through it all

‌This man would be by your side supporting you in literally any occasion

‌He'd go in every medical appointment with you

‌Not even work would stop him from making you company

‌He's there when things get tiring or depressing

‌He's there when you need him the most

‌He's there even when it feels like there's no hope left

‌Similar to Mingi, I think this is the moment where your relationship would get stronger than ever

‌Simply because it's when you realise that you'll be there for each other through thick and thin

"It's going to be okay. I don't know when, but it will. Until then, I'm here."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: no matter what

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

Thank you for beta reading @duhgurl @mareuxkala @silver-hwaberry @day138 @newdawnphoenix <3

[qin-qin16]

Soube que vc é br, então espero que não se importe de uma ask em português (eu tenho um inglês péssimo, apesar de conseguir ler bem).

Já faz um tempo que não vejo conteúdo de nightmare × leitor, que tal alguns headcanons de como ele seria em um relacionamento? (Eu amo muito esse merdinha quero mastigar ele). Se puder, y/n pode ter pronomes neutros ou masculinos? Pfv

Nightmare relationship headcanons

cw.: Headcanons, gn!reader, Nightmare x Reader, kinda ooc Nightmare, but he is still mean, fluff, obvious teasing from him… 

note: Omg mais um brasileiro! Pode deixar comigo! Embaixo dessa versão em inglês tem uma em português se você quiser ler :D

You know that person who only shows affection through sarcastic remarks and mean-spirited laughs? Yeah, that’s exactly him;

He seems to take delight in your little daily blunders.  One moment you'll never forget was when you burned both of your dinners, and Nightmare, being the considerate partner he is, merely scoffed and said that it would make a perfect treat for Killer;

Then there was the time you tripped over your own feet (more than once, actually), and Nightmare joked that he’d get you one of those child harness backpacks so you wouldn’t keep falling flat on your face — all while grinning at you and sipping his bitter coffee.

Sometimes he doesn’t even comment at all when something happens — like when you wear a shirt inside out or mismatched socks — but you can feel his gaze following you, just waiting for you to notice something off or unusual about yourself;

And when you finally do, he can’t help but let out a sly chuckle;

Pet names? Forget about them. The only one you can recall being genuinely caring (and that was only when you pretended to be asleep while he whispered it to you) was “dear.” The rest were just condescending nicknames that sounded more like what he’d call his friends (minions, in his words): brat, idiot, and once, he even called you a dumb puppy just because you didn’t notice your mouth was covered in food!

Despite how deeply he could irritate you, there was also that hidden tender side that, although rarely seen, always left your lips quivering and your eyes on the verge of tears;

That time you burned dinner? Despite all his nasty comments, he was the one who cleaned up the mess and prepared something simple for you to eat later (all while comforting you in his own peculiar way, of course);

And those moments when you trip and almost fall flat on your face? Sure, he’ll never miss an opportunity to tease you, but recently, he’s started staying closer, with one of his tentacles hovering nearby, ready to catch you if you falter;

And you can’t forget the times he watches you while you ramble about your interests. Besides the occasional remark, he usually just observes you in silence, a glimmer of admiration in that beautiful orb of his;

But what moves you the most is how he’s always around;

Nightmare doesn’t need to eat — he himself says that something as mundane as food isn’t necessary for his survival — but he always insists on sitting with you during meals;

Nightmare doesn’t need to sleep; he lost that need many years ago. Yet, he still lies down next to you every night. Over time, you’ve grown accustomed to the soft light of the lamp by his bed, as he prefers to read while you sleep since he doesn’t need rest;

For someone who claims to be so magnificent, he certainly seems to cherish this more ordinary life with you.

Versão em português!

Você sabe aquela pessoa que só sabe demonstrar afeição através de comentários sarcásticos e risadas maldosas? É, é exatamente ele. 

Ele parece divertir-se com seus pequenos infortúnios cotidianos - um momento que você nunca vai esquecer foi quando você conseguiu queimar o jantar de vocês dois e Nightmare, sendo um bom amante, apenas bufou e disse que aquilo seria um ótimo petisco para Killer;

Teve também a vez em que você tropeçou nos próprios pés (mais de uma vez, na verdade), e Nightmare comentou que iria comprar aquelas mochilas guias de criança para você, assim ele conseguiria evitar com que você caisse de cara no chão tantas vezes assim - tudo isso enquanto sorria com escárnio na sua direção, tomando aquele maldito café amargo dele;

As vezes ele nem comenta nada quando algo acontece - como quando você veste alguma blusa do avesso, ou usa meias de cores diferentes -, mas você sente aquele olho perseguir sua figura por onde você passa, só esperando você notar algo de estranho ou diferente em você;

E quando você finalmente nota, ele ainda solta uma risadinha maliciosa;

E os apelidos carinhosos? Pode esquecer. O único que você se lembra de ser amoroso (e ainda foi quando você fingiu estar dormindo enquanto ele sussurrou ele para você) foi “querida”, de resto foram apenas apelidos condescendente e claramente algo que ele chamaria os amigos/minions dele: pirralha, idiota, uma vez ele te chamou de dumb puppy só porque você não viu que sua boca estava suja de comida!

Contudo, por mais que ele te irritasse profundamente, tinha também aquele lado carinhoso escondido, que por mais raramente que aparecesse, ainda sim sempre deixava seus lábios tremidos e seus olhos com vontade de chorar;

Aquela vez que você queimou o jantar? Por mais que ele tenha feito vários comentários maldosos, foi ele o responsável por limpar toda a bagunça e ainda fazer algo simples para vocês comerem depois (tudo isso enquanto ainda confortava você, do jeito estranho dele, claro);

E às vezes em que você tropeça e quase cai de cara? Óbvio, ele não vai deixar de tirar sarro da sua cara, mas ultimamente ele começou a andar mais coladinho a você, com um dos tentáculos dele rondando seu entorno, pronto para qualquer passo em falso seu;

E claro, não tem como esquecer os momentos em que ele olha para você quando você começa a tagarelar de seus interesses - tirando um comentário aqui e ali, ele normalmente apenas encarava você em silêncio, um certo brilho de admiração naquela bolinha azul dentro da órbita ocular dele;

Porém, aquilo que mais comove você é o fato dele sempre estar por perto;

Nightmare não precisa comer - como ele mesmo diz, ele não necessita de algo tão entediante como comer para sobreviver -, mas ele sempre faz questão de sentar com você durante as refeições;

Nightmare não precisa dormir, ele perdeu essa necessidade a muitos anos atrás, mas mesmo assim ele sempre deita ao seu lado - com o tempo, você se acostumou com a fraca luz do abajur ao lado da cama dele, já que, por não dormir, ele prefere ler enquanto você dorme;

Para alguém que se diz ser tão grandioso, ele definitivamente parece gostar dessa vida mais mundana ao seu lado. 

[feelinmatcha]

❛ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ❜

DESCRIPTION: hcs on having an unreciprocated crush on your best friend, sanji A/N: told my best friend of 8 years who is taken that im in love with them and its the reason why im no longer gonna contact them until i get over this silly lil feeling (i think shes it for me tbh). but!! im writing this because i miss them so much and breaking no contact with them is wrong!!! 🎵: i love you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams

just the way life goes I like to slam doors closed

when he's hurt or in trouble, you're the first to offer help or a comforting hand on his shoulder

on special occasions, like his or his mothers birthday, you'll anonymously leave a letter on the kitchen counter that would leave him tearing up in the most embarrassing way possible

you write letters filled with your true feelings, incorporating one for every other day. you label the dates, of course, in case you lose track of how many months its been since you've starting having such feelings for him

during late-night conversations, you find yourself pouring out your heart, sharing your dreams and fears. he listens with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, eyes sparkling with genuine interest, unaware that these moments are your way of expressing your hidden feelings

Trust me, I know it's always about me I love you, I'm sorry

you dream about him on the daily to the point where you're waking up to feel the space next to you cold

even with the subtle playful flirting, he doesn't see it as anything more than just friendly banter

when you're around him, it's like everything pales in comparison. you steal glances over the fire, the crowd, luffy's head in the mornings, and even early in the mornings when he's prepping for breakfast

when he gets upset over another failed pursuit of a relationship, you offer the same advice all while sharing some of your own romantic desires

'Cause that's just the way life goes I push my luck, it shows

you insinuate your feelings at one point, since its been almost a year

it was on a particular evening when the rest of the straw hat pirates were out on the deck, watching the swirls of blue and pink in the sky, while your loverboy sulked over nami for the millionth time this month

"you could always just ask her, sanji. it's just nami."

"yes, that's exactly why i shouldn't say anything. it's her!"

"we've been sailing together for how many years, you know her just like you know me and usopp, she's--"

"she's not like you, or usopp!" he groans, ignorant of the way your lips turn downward into a frown at the tone of his voice

"anyone would love you." you say softly

"you're just saying that," he runs a hand down his face. the tears threatening to spill over and his unkempt hair makes this situation so much worse than all of the other times he's cried over a woman. "you're part of the crew, of course you'd think that."

even through the threads of countless lives, your soul would search for his in order to endlessly love him through every echo of existence

a pang blooms in your chest

Thankful you don't send someone to kill me I love you, I'm sorry

it's been a year and a half since you've got feelings for the cook

nothing got better, but at least you're semi thankful for sanji not having the balls to confess yet

even if he did, nami knew of your feelings

she would spend at least one hour a day pestering you about your feelings for him and you didn't have the heart to tell her that he was in love with her instead

because he might just cut contact with you for that

You were the best but you were the worst As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

"why do you love him anyway?"

zoro asks you this one night when he catches you slaving over the counter, trying to prep the dishes and ingredients sanji will need for the next morning

you're rearranging your plans to accommodate sanji's needs when you stop on an island

you decorated the kitchen space with little touches that cater to his tastes-- framed recipes, kitchen gadgets, and cozy blankets draped over the usually chilly kitchen chairs

once every other month, you collaborate on ship projects like redecorating a space or choosing what else to grow up behind the main mast next to nami's mandarins

you don't know when it started but you started to express your affection through gestures like tucking his shirt in for him or fixing his collar from across the table, usually in a more private setting

most mornings he meets you in the kitchen at 4 and getting greeted with a steaming cup of his favorite tea

I was a dick, it is what it is A habit to kick, the age-old curse

"you're going to spend the night at hers?" with a sparkling drink cupped in her hand, you look up at him, a furrow in your brow. "sanji, we're leaving tomorrow morning. why do you think we're not drin--"

"why are you so insistent that i stay?" he rebutted. the girl that was gonna take him home shied away, like you were his mother berating him for something like swinging too high up on a swing

because i love you and i hate seeing you love everyone back but me, you hoped to say

"everyone said it was fine, so i'm going."

when he left, nami consoled you as you tried your best not to burst into hot tears

and when you saw zoro across from you, looking slightly hurt for you, you knew it was time to bury these feelings in the ground

I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad Stare at the crash, it actually works

after you avoided him for a week, which he thought couldn't be possible because they were on a ship, he begins to realize that a chunk of his life quite literally washed away like a plank in the ocean

the frame of you two sat would sit on the dining table after everybody had left, having been previously used for a recipe until you decided to change things up a bit one day

and when sanji saw it that day, he was glad and pointed out that its a nice picture and a good reminder of how fun that day was

to you, the photo was once a symbol of hope and affection but now it felt like a reminder of the emotional distance between the two of you

you threw it away the night you returned back to the ship, knowing he was in bed with another girl

Making amends, this shit never ends I'm wrong again, wrong again

NOTES: plsplspls ignore the errors im writing this at 12am ^^

[reorientation]

zyn anon. again. lol

straight boy keeps joking that he got me addicted to his cock and he's pretty much right. i keep hooking up with him. its kind of cute, honestly. the first few times we hooked up he would apologize most of the time if he misgendered me, but now he doesn't. if anything he doubled down. i heard him bragging to his friends during a game about how he took a girls virginity in exchange for zyns, and "now shes over all the time". i don't think he knew i was awake either. i think he really likes that hes my first and only lol he's wo possessive about it

honestly i still get a little dysphoric over the whole thing but im getting more comfortable with the idea of legit becoming an actual girl for him. im doing more things to feminize myself around him and also in my day to day life. everything short of stopping T since thats kinda being used as primary birth control lol. which I know isnt foolproof. he wears condoms sometimes but pulls out the rest mostly.

but omg so maybe the third or forth time we had sex he finished in me after i begged him to (i wasn't thinking straight lmao) and fuuuckk it was so intense for the both of us. feeling him grind all the way in me as he came was incredible. he basically pinned me under him as he came, it was like he wanted to get as deep as he could. it did freak me out after though so now we're more careful but he wants me to go on birth control. he said hes gonna stop pulling out eventually, and birth control would be cheaper than daily plan B, and cheaper than a baby. im looking into getting an iud lmao. might even stop t after that. pregnancy scares me and i dont necessarily want to carry his baby after only fucking him for three weeks but god the idea is still really hot. he joked about baby trapping me yesterday and i had to pretend like it didn't make me soaked. its not even just a horny thought I get over after i cum anymore, becoming a girl for him is becoming more and more appealing

(Previously)

God, you're fucking cute, Anon. You don't necessarily want to have your nicotine "dealer's" baby after fucking him for a few weeks? A girl who wasn't made to be a breeding whore would put it in stronger terms - or at least not beg him for his cum in her unprotected pussy.

Still, as incredibly lame as your boyfriend's little drug empire is, I do have to commend him a little: he seems to know how to handle a girl like you. Just telling you that he's going to stop wearing a condom or pulling out, and letting you quiver and drip with the knowledge of what that would mean if you aren't careful, is both a good move and very funny. If you aren't going to get yourself knocked up, try out a hormonal IUD - I think it'd be good for you to get a little extra dose of female hormones, as you switch over to a new form of testosterone injections.

It's also really cute that you "still get a little dysphoric about the whole thing", because this is one of the clearest cases I've seen of a girl being desperate to be "persuaded" to "give up" her boy disguise. Come on, little lady. You showed him your pussy to be allowed to blow him for a discount, you spread your legs for the first time for him, and now a few weeks later you're only still on T because you can't stop yourself from taking his cum. You couldn't be throwing yourself at femininity much harder without putting on a pink floofy dress and batting your eyelashes at him.

Well, maybe that's up next. It's been a strong start, but you've still got room to grow. (And if you don't get that IUD quickly, you'll be growing sooner rather than later.)

[s3raphimssins]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Prompt: Think I'll miss you forever, Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, Later's better than never, Even if you're gone I'm gonna drive -Lana Del Rey

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Felix's Note: guess who's back 😭 I'm so sorry for my absence but I'm back! Delivering another fic for y'all! Enjoyyy <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

Summertime Sadness

Tears fell from your face on the floor as it felt as if your eyes were weighing you down. Your arms were locked around the man in front of you, your lips never leaving his as if it were the last time you'd kiss him. Who knew, it may be true?

That thought haunted you every night. It was the night before the plan would commence, to stop fyodor, and it required having dazai captured in meursault. You knew he was smart enough to not die, he was smart enough to know what he's doing...right? You didn't want to think about it. And that's how you were caught up in the situation right now, him whispering reassuring words to you soothing you hair, his heart also unsure of the outcome.

You sat in a red dress that Dazai loved so much in the comfort of your own home, the tv was on but you couldn't get yourself to focus on it, you dialed Dazais number knowing he wouldn't pick up, his phone was confiscated after all, but it wouldn't hurt sending him voicemails on how good or bad your day has been. His absence affects you more then you anticipated. You just wanted him back, back at the agency slacking off work like he used to, getting scolded by Kunnikida only to spend time with you, you just wanted him back with you.

It hadn't even been a day since he left and you were already feeling the summertime sadness. You remembered the way he held you in his arms before leaving. His seat reassurances nothing but sugar coating the bitterpill. What if he never came back? What if Fyodor manages to outsmart him? Will you ever get the same comfort you did in his arms? Will you ever get to see the same laugh again the way he did? Will you get to stare at his once lifeless eyes, that were now filled with hope? Will you ever see him again?

While he watched the race in front of him awaiting his arrest, all he could think of was you. The way you held him, the way you gave him hope, the way you proved to him someone could love a person like him, the way you taught him that he is worthy of love too. He waited and waited until it was showtime, he was cuffed, he bid you farewell one last time in his thoughts and focused on the disaster in front of him now. But oh so he did miss the warmth of your embrace when he would rest, he missed the daily scoldings by you, he missed the way you showed him he was a human. Being far away from it made him come to reality again, that he is who he was.

3 days passed that neither you or Dazai spent time not thinking about each other. He was more caught up in the task before him, so he felt upset he couldn't think about you, while you wished you would stop thinking about him. You distracted yourself by many things, you cleared your head, but nothing could fill that feeling in your heart that something is missing. You think you'll miss him forever... Just like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky. Even in his absence you continued on with your life, it was the only way to distract yourself from him and your constant over thinking.

One afternoon, you got a call from Atsushi while you were lying in your bed. You wished that call was about Dazais safe arrival and picked it up. You greeted him in a soft voice before a familiar tone from behind the phone started speaking. "Open the door love". You didn't waste a second, you recognized that voice, you could never forget it, you could recognize this voice from miles away, you rushed out of your room to the front door and stood in front of it for a few seconds before swinging it open. There he was, the same man who you spent days worrying about standing before you. He had more bandaged than usual if that was even possible, and he was still in his prison uniform but your Dazai non the less. He gave you a tired smile and opened his arms.

Immediately you ran into them and took him in a warm hug. It was a hug you didn't want to let go of. This time again your eyes weighed you down but not because of worry or sadness but happiness and relief. You slowly and reluctantly pulled away from him and looked at him, you looked at his eyes again the same ones that you missed. As your own eyes trailed to his lips and took him in a kiss again. He wrapped his arms around your back pulling you close afraid of letting you go again. He rest burried his head in the crook of your neck before breathing in your scent and sighed. Both of you sharing this moment in silence and connected with the same happiness and relief .

[opossumloverr]

✪ RAPHAEL HAMATO DATING HEADCANONS ✪

Summary:

Just some silly lil headcanons to start of the summa❗️🫶🏾

Warning(s):

None! all fluff up in here

A/N:

OKAY GUYS ITS SUMMER VAYCAY, IM BACK AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR 75 DAYS, IM A FREE MAN, SO LET'S START IT OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOY (Gender-neutral reader!)

I would like to start by saying this man loves you very much and would drop almost anything for you

You need help with a school project? Big red is on his way, you don't know what shoes will match the outfit you picked, oh what a coincidence! he just so happens to have a matching pair of shoes that fits you perfectly, you just want cuddles? lock and loaded baby, come at him

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we all need a Raph in our lives

He protects you from his brother's teasing, even if it's just playing or goofing, he is NOT taking any chances.

He loves to scoop you up randomly, you'll get used to it don't worry

Very cautious when picking you up though, doesn't want his spikes to hurt you, he will feel mad guilty if he was the one who caused you even a little bit of pain, even if it wasn't attentional (please comfort the man)

Appreciates the little moments he shares with you, oh my gosh I actually have the perfect scenario, just imagine...

After a long day full of fun cahoots and mysterious adventures, you two finally decided to go home, you usually go your separate ways after a day like this one, but it was rather late at night, and New York lets the creeps roam at this time, so he offered to ride the subway train with you, even though you were a bit hesitant but agreed cause there's no way your gonna allow yourself to get mugged in the middle of the night and like I said it was late at night so the subway cart that you guys were on was empty, he did wear a Hoodie and mask, just in case, the ride was silent, no noises but the constant screeching of the train tracks, but other than that it was just comfortable silence, Raph was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how the next day will be and how it will end, will it be a good or bad day? or something in the middle; what's the meaning of life? and what happens after death? Where does your soul go to, to heaven? or is it just pitch black forever, will today be his last day-- suddenly, he felt a lightweight on his shoulder, the thoughts that were coming in like a rapid wave started to smooth down to a calm stream of water, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, apparently you thought it was a perfect time to take a quick power nap, how cute! he coos softly at you, loving how you're so comfortable and calm around him. god, he loves you so much ♡,

"I promise I will always be here when you need me, you're my everything, sweetie"

Sorry guys I just felt a little kooky at the moment

If you like to play fight he's totally down, doesn't fight too hard obviously, and lets you win all the time, what a gentleman

He'll hold doors open for you, push your seat out, and then push it back in, hell, he would even do that thing where a guy puts his coat on a puddle so the lady could walk through it even though she's fully capable of walking around it

Takes so many pics of you and him at places, and has a particular folder on his phone with pictures of you guys

When it's family game night or movie night, he always invites you, you are practically a part of the family so why not? (The others don't mind)

It's so common to find you in the lair with how much you go down there on a daily basis

Yall have to do lovely dovey things in a private area cause of his brothers (mostly Leo, his bitchass) constantly changing the mood

Likes it when you watch him workout, it motivates him so much, sometimes he uses you as a weight

Loves to give you piggyback rides for some reason

He likes pickles, LISTEN LISTEN, if you don't like pickles in your burger you'll pick them out and give it to him cause you know he loves em (THE OLIVE THEORY ♡)

I GOT SOO MUCH MORE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOBE HIM BUT ILL KEEP IT INSIDE, FOR NOW, CAUSE ITS 5:08 AM RN 💀 sorry for being dead for 5 months, AGIAN, but imma be back on my grind now 🙏🏾 and I'll try to complete all of my 15 drafts 😓 and if you see any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Yandere Hannigram x reader head canons

I'm trying out writing for Yandere slashers because I've never written a yandere character and I need the practice. I'm using Will and Hannibal for this because I'm lowkey obsessing over them at the moment. I'm also listening to Jerma laughing at vehicle accidents while I'm writing, I thought I'd share because i find it funny.

Warnings: Dark themes, manipulative behavior, murder, violence, just a toxic relationship overall

You caught Will's attention first. Being his new assistant teacher and someone that will teach his classes when he's gone, he quickly fell hard for you. He'll start off slow however. Not really making you suspicious of him and his motives.

After meeting you and talking about you way to much with Hannibal Will invites you over to dinner and Hannibal also quickly becomes obsessed. You being all dressed up doesn't help at all.

After that first dinner they're going to invite you over more and more. Sometimes Will is just going to say he needs help with work and other times Hannibal will just invite you to dinner.

After a lot of planning they're going to start to get you attached to them too. First thing is getting you to come over to their house almost on a daily basis, and getting you to spend the night often.

Next is getting you to break up with your partner if you have one. They'll stage them or actually get them to cheat and have you catch them.

If you don't have a partner they'll just say you should move in since you're already over so often. Or if you did break up they'll insist you stay with them so they can help comfort you and to give you a place to stay while you find a new place (you're not getting that new place).

Hannibal and Will get your attention in similar and different ways. Both will do words of affirmation and acts of service, but Hannibal will spend money on you. Getting you whatever you want and spoiling the hell out of you. While Will is more physically affectionate.

They'll also indulge you in the finer things in life. Hannibal insuring that you're only wearing the best clothes, and eating the best food and Will making sure that you're taking good care of yourself.

But part of them taking care of you means that you're rarely going to be leaving the house, especially without them. You'll still go to work with Will and other things with one of them but it's rare that you leave without one of them present.

They don't want to be violent often but if it calls for it they will be. Mostly to other people trying to "take you away" or someone making them jealous. But there's the rare occasion that they might get a little aggressive with you. Grabbing your wrist, arm, etc a little too tight or threatening you with violence if it's needed.

Speaking of jealousy, Will gets jealous easier but Hannibal is more violent when he gets jealous. Hannibal is the one who's more likely to kill someone if he's jealous.

They're not often violent with you, but they are more controlling if you're 'Misbehaving'. They won't hesitate to take away 'privileges' that you have like leaving your room whenever you want to or having free access to things you enjoy. They'll also be a lot less affectionate with you during this time until you shape up.

Even when you're not in trouble with them they're still keeping close eyes on you. I feel like Hannibal installed cameras in the house just so he could watch you.

They'll just dictate a lot about your life in general. Hannibal will let you have some freedom with how you dress and what you do but if he doesn't approve of it he's going to let you know. I can see him burning clothes he doesn't like you wearing or destroying things so you can't use them anymore.

If you ever do escape your relationship they're going to find you. Even if they have to hire extra help. You're their's now Y/n. You can't escape them.

[2dboisloyal-devotee]

yandere kusuo saiki 

where when he interacted with you he thinks your in love with him because he thinks that worth every girl he interacted with start to have a crush on him 

but when you don’t show in any interest in liking him or even being his friend he’s confused 

(also sorry bc it’s really out of character for him 😪)

(Hey it's ok, isn't that the reason why we're here? And I'm always up for a try in making those contents to seem believable you can see them happening.)

>)~Imagines & Headcanons

Yandere Saiki Kusuo x Disinterested Reader

Warning: unintentional stalking, obsession, unprecedented paranoia

- Maybe it's just a random occurrence one day. Whether you accidentally bump into him, or meeting each other in the same place for your playful hiding from your friends and seeing his desperate pleas, or touching on the same snack you both are aiming for... All the cliches somehow have you involved these recent days, he wouldn't be bothered a bit if it's with others.

- But it's him we're talking about here. Kusuo fears for his peaceful future after the fourth meeting happen with four being a bad luck and all. Especially if it happens when he goes to the grocery store, or you're from different school and still catches his sight.

- You don't seem to realize about this or merely passing them off as coincidences.

- In any case, whenever you're near in his vicinity, he goes out of his way in avoiding you like he does any others, better safe than sorry.

- At the same time, Kusuo couldn't let his guard down at all because when he thinks he's safe, he bumps into your back backwardly.

- On top of that since it's already becoming some sort of regular thing that you two keep meeting each other, you start to politely asking him straight to the point if his house is near yours by referring to a popular place while he's aware on your wariness of him.

- Give him a break. He's supposed to be the one worrying for his future. ... though it couldn't be helped really. Kusuo explains that even after distancing himself away from you conciously, he stumbles in your way again like what's happening right now. He was just out to get a coffee jelly and other miscellanious, showing you the plastic bag he brought.

- You apologize for getting ahead of yourself and states about the regular meeting getting weird in a concerning level when you're also familiar of his face, even his usual clothes by now.

- But then you speak up that you acknowledge him as an acquintance at this point and will try not to bother him unless it's necessary, he can also have a small talk with you whenever. You won't make it more uncomfortable than it is already so you both can go about your day, adapting to the situation.

- Kusuo couldn't get any more relieved about it now that he's sure you're not interested in him after watching you leave him alone. It comes down to a question on how's this possible. He was getting ready to accept the fact you'll be nosy like the others.

- Sure, he's grateful and all for once. He still can't help but feel suspicious, thinking it's like a looming bad omen.

- The next day, he starts to watch out for signs of your whereabouts and when he does find you, he would always go to a different path.

- Kusuo feels distressed if you can't be seen or felt anywhere near him because it would be troublesome guessing where you would go. You're like an unstable compass to him now.

- It will be in his and your best interest if he decides to keep an eye on you, won't it? He can help you or even protect you from afar whenever you have difficulties so it'll ease his anxiety and he can go back to spend his day in peace. It's becoming a part of his routine that he unconciously involve himself with your daily life.

- What he's doing so far is just his disaster prevention measures (it's more amplified if you're a clumsy person who often runs into problem). It's better to prevent them from happening at all than after they happen and will affect him.

- Kusuo is comfortable maintaining his part as an acquintance for you. Even if his actions sometimes indicate he's far from that.

[exoticabl4]

How to actually stick to your habits ?

Hello, my loves. This post will be, as you've read it in the title, about how to stay committed to your habits. So without further ado, let's start.

1. Don't start off too strong.

You've got to know that your brain always wants your safety and your comfort. Your old habits provided you with both of these, even if they were unhealthy, and even if the pleasure was very short and temporary. Therefore, it is very normal that your brain will keep dwelling in your old habits and routines. So never start off too strong, otherwise it'll be very hard for you to stay committed. What I recommend doing, is to identify 8 habits that will highly benefit you, and get you closer to your goals. Instead of adding those 8 habits to your day all at once since day one, you're going to add 2 habits a week. Focus on progress, rather than perfection. At the end of your first month, you'll find yourself with 8 new habits. Give yourself the time to get used to each habit, so about a week or more (depending on how hard the habit is).

And before you come to me, I know that the average duration to implement a habit in your life is 21 days, but the goal here is not to be used to it at a 100%, the goal is to lessen the unfamiliarity, so that the brain can stop dwelling in the old habits.

2. Focus on the end-goal.

Sometimes, we tend to focus on how hard the task/habit is, rather than the end-goal that will result from the consistency of the habit. Therefore, try to remind yourself of the end-goal. My experience with this has been IMMACULATE. To focus on the end-goal, I make Pinterest boards. Personally, studying and reviewing for exams is something that I absolutely dread, so in order to get myself to enjoy it or make it more bearable, i made a Pinterest board with the lifestyle i wanna have in my early 20s. So it contains pics of my dream uni, the country i wanna be living in, the life i wanna be leading. Whenever i feel too lazy or demotivated to study or review stuff, i go back to my Pinterest board to remind myself of my end-goal. And when I tell you that each time i do this, i get the best grade of my class, and when i really put my mind into it, i get the best grade of my whole promotion.

3. Realize how simple your task is with this technique.

Many times, we don't see the habit for what it is, but rather for some kind of absolutely dreadful and unbearable task that's impossible to achieve. So what I do to simplify it, is that i write down in my notes what my most productive day would look like, and compared to the tasks that I set to myself, i start to view that as some really simple stuff. To give you an idea of how it works, I'll do what i do best : give an example.

I wanna learn Spanish, last year i was very consistent with it, but the last few months, I really procrastinated and got lazier, like, even spending my daily 15 minutes of Duolingo seemed like a torture, so i decided to use this technique. I wrote down what my ideal spanish learning session was, and it kind of looked like this :

45 minutes of Duolingo

Learning 3 new pages of vocabulary from my notebook

Using each newly learned word in a sentence

Do a conjugation lesson/ learn the conjugation of an irregular verb

Listen to a short story in Spanish, and write down new and unfamiliar vocabulary

Next to this routine, 15 minutes on Duolingo looked very simple and easy, even too little, and now it is wayy easier for me to stick to habits.

4. Always have an alternative.

You got me there, we all have our bad days, low-energy days, and it is very hard, if not impossible, to get anything done on these days. That's why you should give each of your habits an alternative. Let's say you wanted to workout an hour a day, but you came back home absolutely exhausted. Instead of the intense 1 hour workout, have a less intense and easier alternative for it, or maybe a shorter one, or you could go for a walk instead, after all, the end goal is to move your body, you do you, you know what works best for you.

That was all for today's post, hope it helped. Bye, my loves 💗

[milkb0nny]

Hii, I would like to request Sampo headcanons about his love language towards his s/o 😻🫶

Thanks in advance 🤧🤍

Sampo's love language

Sampo x neutral!reader

Note: I'm sorry this took me ages! I decided to finish my requests, despite me not being into the community as much as I was at the start. Though, I still hope you'll like it! 🤍 Thank you very much for this request!

🤎 Despite his flirtatious exterior, Sampo is a hopeless romantic at heart. He writes anonymous love letters to you, leaving them hidden in unexpected places like your favorite book or tucked under your pillow. Even though he isn’t the best at arts, he leaves silly doodles on the front of the letters where he playfully displays you two kissing, cuddling, holding hands and such. His facade falls away in these letters, revealing his true feelings and vulnerability. He usually struggles to express his serious side so writing letters helps him communicating these romantic emotions.

🤎 Sampo loves surprises and one of his favorite ways to show affection is by planning surprise picnics. He packs a picnic basket filled with your favorite foods and invites you for a spontaneous date. It's a perfect blend of his charm and thoughtfulness. Sampo also brings thick blankets along, as well as thick pairs of socks and candles. He’ll set up a lovely setting before dragging you there. Even at the coldest places, you still don’t need to freeze, due to his warmth and care.

🤎 Sampo may be involved in scams and seems very dishonest, but he knows how to be genuinely kind, especially to you. He leaves little surprises like your favorite snacks or a warm cup of coffee at your doorstep when you least expect it. It's his way of showing that he cares, even if he can't always express it openly. You often find yourselves stumbling over small gifts when you leave your apartment in the morning. Wether his gifts consist of flowers, food or small gems, it always makes your day.

🤎 Despite his flirtatious persona, Sampo is a gentle lover. He's attentive to his partner's needs and takes the time to listen and understand you. His affectionate touches, like brushing a strand of hair from your face or holding your hand, convey his love. His hands are always as cold as ice, but you don’t mind. Him petting you is the most comfortable experience you get in life.

🤎 He showers you with compliments, daily. From praising your intelligence to admiring your breathtaking beauty. He believes in building your confidence and making you feel cherished and desired. Whenever you struggle with your self esteem, the man stands by your side, trying to be your positive, loving voice. You started loving yourself more since you entered the relationship with Sampo. He is a master at giving cheesy yet endearing compliments.

🤎 Sampo strongly believes in the power of bouquets to brighten someone's day. Being specific: your day. He'll surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite blooms, showing up at your doorstep with a grin.

🤎 The handsome man loves stargazing, and on clear nights, he'll take you to a quiet spot away from the city lights. You lie together, watching the stars, as he shares stories and dreams about your future together. Since he can access to the over world, he fell in love with the beauty of stars. As the night sets and stars shine bright, he finds himself in a very emotional situation. They shine so bright, yet being wrapped in darkness and it amazes him. Stars remind him of you.

🤎 Sampo is a master of corny jokes. He'll unleash a barrage of his funniest one-liners, hoping to make you laugh, even if it's just for a moment. His enthusiasm for wordplay is infectious. You can’t help but smile, even if you bawled your eyes out before, when he tells you the most dry joke on this planet. You love it though, as he always lightens your bad days up. In secret, the man wishes for an award; the award for the funniest man in your life.

[madamsnape921]

Dr. Daddy

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Sugar Daddy/baby

WC: 1847

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You grew up in a small town, but after completing grad school you found yourself in Baltimore. You landed a 9-5 job in your field and stuck with it for seven years, until the monotony of your daily routine became too much to bear. Every morning, you dragged yourself out of bed, went to work, and returned to your dingy and empty apartment. Once in a while, you would go on a date that either ended disastrously or was unbearably dull.

Eventually, the day arrived when you could no longer tolerate the situation. You had already prepared a resignation letter, and it felt good to put your thoughts into words. The letter was printed out, signed, and handed in right away. With your head held high, you left the office and made your way home. But as soon as you changed into comfortable clothes, the full weight of reality hit you.

You slumped onto your couch as your thoughts raced. You had impulsively quit your job without a backup plan. Thankfully, you had enough money saved up to last you through the month and maybe even the next. But what were you going to do now? You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through job listings. The more you looked, the more nauseous you felt. The idea of going back to another 9-5 job made you cringe. What other options did you have? Maybe starting an OnlyFans account? No, that wasn't something you felt confident in doing. But perhaps you were on the right track with exploring alternative paths now.

Over the next few weeks, you devised a rough strategy. You had recently begun selling photos of your feet on the internet and were pleasantly surprised by how profitable it was. You may have benefited from the money, but the process didn't really matter to you. Thus, you continue to seek out a more efficient way to make a living.

After a few months of wandering aimlessly since quitting your job, you finally found a solution. You made the decision to become a sugar baby. After signing up on a reputable sugar website, you waited for potential matches. And then, like magic, there was a notification.

Dr. Daddy: Hello, I stumbled upon your profile and was immediately intrigued. Your confidence radiates, but there is also a softness to you that draws me in. Your eyes sparkle like precious jewels and your piercing gaze demands attention. I’m Frederick.  

SmutSlut: Hello, Frederick! My name is YN.

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Life was amazing! It had been almost a year since you first met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You spent most of your time attending social events as his "arm candy," and when you weren't out and about, you were having wild, passionate sex. It baffled you why Frederick didn't just pick someone to settle down with. After all, he was incredibly intelligent, undeniably attractive, and an exceptional lover. 

Your new apartment was incredibly luxurious, and you had never owned such an extravagant wardrobe before. Frederick had made it clear that he was the only sugar daddy you could have for the entirety of your relationship. He took care of all your expenses and spoils you with anything your heart desires. Everything seemed perfect, except for one small issue...you were starting to develop genuine feelings for him.

After much internal deliberation, you make the decision to confront Frederick about the issue. The worst that could happen is that he breaks things off, and you'll have to rebuild yourself and start anew. You send him a text message, mustering up the courage to address the situation head on.

YN: Frederick, I need to talk to you. 

Frederick: …

YN: It’s really important. 

Frederick: I can’t talk right now, YN. 

Well that was weird. 

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It's been three weeks since you received the final text from Frederick, and your heart still aches. You've tried reaching out to him several times but have yet to receive a response.

Each passing day feels heavier as you struggle to comprehend Frederick's sudden disappearance from your life. The once vibrant and exhilarating world he introduced you to now feels dull and empty without his presence. You find yourself questioning every moment spent together, trying to decipher any hidden signs or warnings of his impending departure.

Despite your best efforts to move on, thoughts of Frederick consume your mind. His absence leaves a void that seems impossible to fill. Every knock on the door sends a jolt of hope through you, only to be met with disappointment when it's not him standing on the other side.

One evening, as you sit alone in the lavish apartment that once felt like a sanctuary but now feels like a gilded cage, a knock breaks the silence. Your heart races with anticipation as you make your way to the door, desperately hoping it's Frederick returning to explain his absence.

To your surprise, it's not Frederick standing there but a courier holding a small package. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you accept the package, thanking the courier absently before shutting the door behind you. Your hands tremble slightly as you tear open the package, revealing a sleek black box with an ornate letter 'F' embossed on the lid. Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly lift the lid, revealing a stack of letters neatly arranged inside.

With trembling fingers, you pick up the first letter and unfold it. The elegant handwriting is unmistakably Frederick's, and your breath catches in your throat as you read his words. In the letter, Frederick explains that he had to leave suddenly due to unforeseen circumstances beyond his control. He expresses his regret for not being able to explain in person and admits that he never intended to hurt you.

Tears blur your vision as you read through the rest of the letters, each one detailing Frederick's feelings for you and his struggles with his own emotions. You realize that he had been grappling with his growing affection for you and had chosen to leave to spare both of you from potential heartache in the future. The weight of his words sinks in, and a mix of emotions swirl within you.

Despite the pain of his absence, you find a sense of closure in Frederick's letters. His vulnerability and honesty touch your heart, and you can't help but feel a bittersweet gratitude for the time you shared together. As you read the last letter, a gentle knock on the door startles you.

You set aside the letters and cautiously make your way to the door, unsure of what to expect. With a deep breath, you open it to find Frederick standing there, his expression a tumultuous blend of emotions.

"YN," he begins, his voice soft yet filled with intensity. "I had to come back. I couldn't bear being away from you any longer." His eyes search yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy between you as you take in his presence once again. You struggle to keep your emotions in check as you realize he is using a cane, a new addition that sends waves of emotion through you as you process the change in his appearance.

"Frederick," you whisper, reaching out to touch his shoulder, "what's happened?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's been... not easy. There were complications, YN. Injuries. But I'm okay now." He forces a smile, but you can tell it's strained. "I missed you, more than I ever thought possible."

You feel a surge of relief and happiness amidst the confusion and worry, but also a mixture of sadness and fear for the unknown. "What does this mean?" you ask, unsure if you're ready to face the future together.

Frederick reaches up and cups your cheek, his fingers gentle yet firm. "It means," he says softly, "that I want to be with you, no matter what. I know we have a lot to discuss and figureout, but I'm willing to face it all with you. I just can't imagine being without you anymore."

His words send a wave of warmth through you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. "I don't want to be without you either," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you stand there in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for you both. With Frederick back by your side, the world seems a little less dark and a little more full of promise. You know that whatever comes next, you'll face it together, hand in hand, ready to conquer any obstacle that stands in your way.

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Frederick made his way to the couch and carefully set down his cane. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing a perfect erection that made your mouth water. As he leisurely stroked his cock, he gazed at you with an intense stare. "Come here and suck Daddy's cock, little girl," he commanded.

 You hesitated for a moment, then approached the couch, your eyes never leaving Frederick's. With trembling hands, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. As you began to stroke him, your other hand made its way up his body, caressing his chest, and eventually finding its way to his nipple.

Frederick's eyes rolled back in pleasure as you gently pinched his nipple, causing him to moan softly. His hand threaded through your hair and guided your head towards his erection. With a mix of devotion and anticipation, you opened your mouth and took his dick inside, savoring the taste of his precum.

As you sucked and stroked, Frederick's breathing grew heavier, and he began to thrust his hips, guiding his cock deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at first, but the more you tried, the more Frederick pushed, until you found yourself choking on his member, your throat constricting around his girth. Frederick's breaths shortened, and his grip on your hair tightened, both of you caught in this intense, primal dance.

You pulled back, gasping for air, and Frederick's eyes met yours, filled with hunger and approval. His cock twitched in your hand, glistening with your saliva and precum. With a lustful growl, he pulled you up onto his lap. Without any warning, he pushed your panties to the side and plunged his member inside of you. 

“You okay, angel,” Frederick asked, concerned for your well-being.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, Daddy,” you managed to breathe, your body responding to his every touch.

Frederick's fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing it roughly as he thrust into you. Your nerves were set ablaze, and you could feel the familiar tightness building within you. Frederick knew just what to do, and soon you were arching your back, moaning in ecstasy as you climaxed.

Frederick kept up his relentless pace, and just as you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, he groaned and tensed, filling you with his warm seed. You both collapsed onto the couch, your bodies still joined together, hearts pounding in sync.

[hodari-pavels-good-boy]

Espresso Chapter 1:

Knock on Wood

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Chapter 1/? Rating: E Summary: "You take a moment to silently watch him work, a true master at his chosen craft. You take note how his arms tense before bringing them down in a powerful swing, a rhythmic motion he repeats over and over as he carves the ore from its resting spot in the Earth. You find it not too dissimilar from a sculptor chiseling one's vision from the marble slab before them. His eyes were heavy and focused on the mass of stone he was chipping away at and clearly he had been at it for quite awhile by this time if the sweat that’s beaded along his forehead and down his temple is any indication. His hair is stuck to his face and you can follow the trail down to a damp shirt and skin that almost seems to lightly glisten in the lantern provided light." --------------------------------------

You find yourself in an unfamiliar world with a new life before you. Maybe... you'll help someone find a new life too?

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter story! Gender is not specified (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

It’s getting late in Kilima as you start to cross the path that leads from the town proper to Bahari Bay, the lantern bugs greeting you as you pass through the gate. Catching a few, you secure them in your empty lantern before starting our evening walk down to the mines. This is one of your favorite times of day, the busy world winding down and coming to a slow stop.

Most people are comfortable in their homes by now, starting dinner for them and their families and relaxing from a long day of work. The glow in the windows of the Pavel’s house ahead of you lends itself to your point. The local miner and his daughter must be settling down to tuck into a good meal right about now after a hard day down in the mines and the thought makes you smile as you pass by.

Over the last few months you’ve been here you’ve started to pick up a bit of a routine for yourself while also observing the local’s daily routines around you. It hasn't escaped your notice that you're one of the only humans that’s decided to stay in the Kilima region for now, most supposedly having moved on to The Capital in search of answers. While you understand the reasoning, that fact definitely aids itself to a feeling of loneliness and otherness in this foreign place, so it helps to see everyone around you maintain a sense of normalcy while you adjust to this new ‘normal’ for yourself.

Sooner than later, the earth beneath your feet becomes more gravel than dirt while the hills on either side of you that frame the well-worn path have become cliff faces and you know you're nearing the mines. The sun has long since set by now and the light evening chill now has a little bite to it. As you approach the entrance, you can hear the sound of metal hitting rock echoing off the cavernous walls. Adjusting your pack, you curiously follow the noise into the depths, wondering who is here so late besides yourself. Usually it's just you and silence that surrounds you to keep you company, so your interest is piqued. Rounding a corner, you find the town’s respected but quiet resident miner, Mr. Pavel. You haven't had a chance to really talk to him since he gave you your first pickaxe and helped you settle in on the plot you’re slowly starting to make into a home. He seems like a very private person who minds his own, so anytime you've seen him around town you haven't wanted to bother him. Besides he always seems like he's busy with places to be and you don't want to interrupt him if that's the case. Outside of the village though you hardly see him. Usually, he's long since left the mines to return home by the time you've made the lengthy journey from your plot all the way out here.

Since he hasn't noticed you yet, you take a moment to silently watch him work, a true master at his chosen craft. You take note how his arms tense before bringing them down in a powerful swing, a rhythmic motion he repeats over and over as he carves the ore from its resting spot in the Earth. You find it not too dissimilar from a sculptor chiseling one's vision from the marble slab before them. His eyes were heavy and focused on the mass of stone he was chipping away at and clearly he had been at it for quite awhile by this time if the sweat that’s beaded along his forehead and down his temple is any indication. His hair is stuck to his face and you can follow the trail down to a damp shirt and skin that almost seems to lightly glisten in the lantern provided light. You feel a light dusting of heat grace your cheeks as you watch him continue for another minute before the sound of the pickaxe abruptly stops, dragging you back into reality as a rough rough voice speaks up. 

“You comin’ in here or are you just enjoyin’ the show?” He asks, no patience in his tone as he turns to look where you’re standing. He raises his hand up to the light blinding you to him and you quickly turn the lantern away so it’s no longer shining directly in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s you.” He says in recognition. “Here again? At this point m’starting to get used to it but don't you have anything better to than spending your time down here in the dust and dirt this late?” He says it genuinely as if he’s actually curious and you wonder how many times he’s noticed you coming here. Enough that he isn't surprised by your presence it appears, but surely it can't be too often, you almost never see him yourself.

You set your lantern and pack down on the floor while you pull out your own pick that's ready to begin its service for the night. “Nah, I’m gonna be up for quite awhile yet. No rest for the wicked and all that.” You chuckle at your little joke for a moment before it dries up when you realize he’s not laughing with you. You clear your throat before looking back at your things, closing your pack and gathering all the items you set down as you stand up. Quickly glancing around you decide to head down one of the side shafts to save you both from any more of this awkward interaction and let the miner get back to work, clearly he has things he wants to get done if he’s still here this late. 

“Okay then, well, good chatting with you. You have a good rest of your night and I’m gonna go look for some ores to mine up. Good night.” You rush out a little awkwardly as you move toward the mine shaft, pausing at the entrance to give the wooden support beams a few knocks before heading down the carved out path. 

When you reach the end you give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts before getting to work. You like it down here, it's quiet and gives you time to think about anything and everything while your hands stay busy. As a small bonus, you're always so tired afterwards that by the time you return to your home plot and clean up you're always too exhausted for those same thoughts to keep you up. Seems like a win-win in your book.

Not too long after you start, you hear shuffling and the soft sounds of footsteps coming down the same route you just walked, the sound echoing off the long walls behind you. As the sound gets closer to you you hear the miner clear his throat before speaking up.

“I’ve been meanin’ to ask…” he starts and then trails off. You stop your mining and turn to get a better look at him, giving him the respect of your full attention so he knows you're listening to him. He's shifting his weight from side to side as he tries to find the words to convey what he’s thinking. Clearly he’s out of his comfort zone so it must be something he's been thinking about for a bit if he’s willing to go through the trouble of.. whatever this is.

Trying to help, you silently motion for him to continue, knowing you won’t be able answer whatever is on his mind if he doesn't share it. He clears his throat again before starting over. “I’ve been meanin’ to ask you, why do you do that?”

You blink a few times waiting for him to continue, but he just stands there with his arms crossed as he looks back at you. After a silent staring contest, you reach the conclusion he isn’t going to elaborate or say anything else. “Do what?” you ask confused, looking for clarification. 

At your response, Hodari looks down as if he regrets saying anything in the first place. He takes a sharp breath through his nose before he mimics your earlier knocking on the support beam next to him. “That- This knocking thing you do. I promise those supports are as sturdy as they get. Check ‘em myself twice a week.”

“Oh no! I’m not worried about that at all! I-” Stopping abruptly in your attempt to give an explanation. After a beat, “I’m not actually sure why I do it. I guess I've never really thought about it.”

Hodari stands across from you, recrossing his arms as he listens to your reasoning a little unbelievably. “You don’t know?”

You look away, breaking eye contact with the man. Being put on the spot like this has you feeling exposed, as though he can see right through you. Maybe it's just a symptom of being a father but it unnerves you, like he’ll know if you lie to him. A little self-consciously you answer, “Well.. yeah. It’s not like any of us remember what life was like before..” you trail off. Hodari stays silent. This time, however, it feels less of an oppressive silence but rather more curious as he nods his head for you to continue, so you do. “Humans, I mean. We don’t remember anything from before we appeared here, just our names. We tend to do a lot of things out of reflex but I don’t know where they're from or why I’m doing them. It’s not like we know nothing per se, I know the Earth is round and that a hot stove will burn and things like that even though I haven't done it or been explicitly told by any of the villagers. But I also sometimes feel I have to avoid cracks in the road when I'm walking and that I should avoid breaking mirrors at all costs but I cannot for the life of me tell you why. We all seem to have little things like this and it absolutely adds onto the ‘out of place’ feeling we experience, besides the whole being human in a world that humans don't exist in anymore thing. It's why it doesn't surprise me that most of us leave here, we all just want answers and to understand why we are here and where we are from as much as the rest of you want us out of your hair.” You lightly chuckle at the end but Hodari looks like he’s actually thinking about what you've just said.

The silence continues to stretch between the two of you as he absorbs all the information and you find your face flushing with embarrassment realizing you dropped a bunch of information about humans he didn't ask you for. Having gathered he’s not really one for talking this much you open your mouth to apologize and he holds up his hand to cut you off. He’s not looking at you now but rather down at the ground, his gaze locked on a pebble as he toes it with his boot. He doesn’t look up as he starts talking.

“I, uh, I didn't know that. The not rememberin’ anything.” He looks back up at you now, a little sheepish in his confession. “I haven't really talked to many of the humans after they appeared here. I just helped a few like you get set up on a small plot of land and give a few pointers every now and then so they don't get themselves killed in my mines before they head out of town to explore the rest of the world.” He hesitates for a few seconds before grabbing something from his back pocket. “Here.” he says, holding out his hand between the two of you, a pile of well worn leather in his hands. “Speakin’ of givin’ pointers, since you seem to be sticking around longer than most, you really should be wearing some gloves if you're gonna be at it this long. Take em’, it’s an older pair but they’re broken in and your hands will thank me later.”

Recognizing it as the olive branch it is, you reach out and take them. Before you can even begin to thank him, the miner is already picking up his own lantern and turning to head out of the mines. You follow him to the entrance and he pauses looking at the main wooden beam before giving it a quick rapt with his knuckles as he throws over his shoulder, “I’d wish ya luck findin’ those ores, but I don’t believe in luck.”

As his footfalls on the dirt and gravel fade away as he starts his trek home, something clicks inside your mind. Luck?

[Dividers by the-aesthetic-shop and firefly-graphics]

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟯 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰

I didn't proofread this, might edit it later, maybe

Letter under the divider

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

Gilbert: "… Do you love me that much?"

Cold palms cupped my cheeks, and his red eye peered into my face.

It was so close that I couldn't even look away.

(No...) **

(Because you've done nothing but terrible things to me.)

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Gilbert: "I was curious to see how the most beautiful heart in all of Rhodolite would turn out."

Gilbert: "So, my friend. Isn't being your friend the fastest way to be close to you?"

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(… It's a relationship that started with blackmail in the first place.)

(If it weren't for Lord Gilbert, the castle of Rhodolite would be a comfortable place for me.)

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Noblewoman: "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

Noblewoman: "It's bad manners, you know, to sit on the floor of the court."

Noblewoman: "It's good that you can't keep your manners. I wonder what kind of face you have to be in this court."   //   "You have no manners, you have no shame. Who do you think you are to be at this palace?"

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(Since we became "friends," nothing good has happened.)

(I received a lot of harassment, and my heart was falling to pieces.)

(My peaceful daily life was trampled on and taken away by Lord Gilbert.)

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Gilbert: "… Everything I love betrays me."

Gilbert: "So I changed my mind. I thought, "Why don't I just control everything I like?"

Gilbert: "The more important things are, the more you trample them and take them into your hands."

Gilbert: "Don't betray me, stay by my side for the rest of my life."   //   "I hope you won't betray me and that you'll stay by my side for the rest of my life."

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(ーAs he said, I am now in the palm of Lord Gilbert's hand...)

To say "I love you" to Lord Gilbert is like drinking out of a cup full of deadly poison.

(I have feelings for him to the point that I don't want him to die, but I don't want to say I "love" him.) **

(Even though I know it all in my head.)

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Gilbert: "Big sister, you have to turn around and count to 60 seconds, okay?"

Emma: "Oh, waitー"

Gilbert: "I'm hiding too, so good luck with that, okay?"

Emma: "… You stopped me because you saw this coming and you didn't want to be the one chasing after them..."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!"

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Gilbert: "You could have died because of your own carelessness."

Gilbert: "Well, that's just unpleasant. If you died because of me..."

Gilbert: "… I'll never be able to face it."

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Gilbert: "Crying means you are still human."

Gilbert: "You should take such good care of yourself."

Gilbert: "Hey, do you want me to comfort you?"

Emma: "N-No…"

Gilbert: "Where do you want to be bitten?"

Emma: "What kind of comfort is that!?"

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(If you say you're a big villain, I wish you wouldn't have shown me good intentions.)

(No matter how malicious they may be...)

(Because it's natural to feel good when someone treats you kindly.)

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Gilbert: "You must have the guts to take back what you gave me, don't you?"

Emma: "… So, do you want it?"

Gilbert: "Of course. I was just getting hungry."

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Gilbert: "I want to go on a date with you."

Emma: "Okay."

Emma: "No, a date?"

Gilbert: "Yes, a date."

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(... I wish you had let me hate you.)

(I'm sure that's part of the "trampling.")

Gilbert: "Little Bunny."

Lord Gilbert's fingertip traces my lips as if to hurry for an answer.

Emotions pouring down like rain seep into my heart like ink and dye it black.

Emma: "I'd rather not know."   //   "I want to remain unaware."

Gilbert: "You don't think that's possible?"   //   "I don't think you can do that, huh?"

Emma: "Why is that?"

Gilbert: "Because it's all over your face."

Gilbert: "You can't hide it anymore. …It's not the first time."

(I didn't... want to know about that.)

Emma: "What is "love"?"   //   "What do you mean by 'like'?"

I lightly shake off Lord Gilbert's hand and keep my eyes down.

Gilbert: "It's easy."

The great villain laughed refreshingly, as if my question wasn't a big deal.

Gilbert: "Isn't that what you want me to live for?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "… You wanted me to live."

(It's true…)

("Love" is easy to understand.)

(... I can't deceive you.)

A cold hand slides down to my shoulder and holds me close.

I still couldn't feel the human warmth, but I could clearly feel his heartbeats.

(I think Lord Gilbert means "love" as in "affectionate love.")

Emma: "You love... me." **

Emma: "… It's the worst."

Gilbert: "Yes, falling in love with someone is the worst. I think it's the same as self-harm."

Gilbert: "So I don't want to love anyone."

Gilbert: "If you do not love, you will not be betrayed, and your heart will not ache from killing."

Gilbert: "My life full of pain suddenly became a lot easier."

(… You don't even know what you look like when you say that.)

(But when did that start...)

(The eyes of Lord Gilbert, which do not reflect a person, began to waver sadly.)

Gilbert: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Emma: "… I don’t think I can do something even Lord Gilbert can’t do."

Gilbert: "Well, can you do it?" **

Emma: "No. Because, after all… you are alive right now."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "It would definitely be more convenient to kill you... Lord Gilbert..."

Emma: "Didn't you think, 'I want you to live'?"   //   "Don't you think, 'I want you to live'?"

I am sure I am not the only one who is bleeding with emotions that I should never have originally harbored.

Gilbert: "… You hit me where it hurts."

(I didn't know what Lord Gilbert was thinking this whole time.)

(I was afraid of the heart that I couldn't see, and I always suspected malice.)

It is difficult to recognize a heart dyed black in the darkness, but I think I can finally see its outline.

But it is something that neither I nor Lord Gilbert should see.

Gilbert: "It would be better for you if I died, but you want me to live, right?"

Gilbert: "And yet you can kill me."

Lord Gilbert cruelly whispers in my ear.

Emma: "I love you, so I can kill you."

Gilbert: "I wouldn't call that love."

Emma: "No… Killing is necessary to keep you alive."

(If I am not prepared to kill, I cannot convince Lord Gilbert.)

I know this is a stopgap word, but if I only had more time, I should find other ways.

Emma: "Besides, is it okay for Lord Gilbert to die now?"

Emma: "I will definitely stop your plans."

Emma: "Even if you supply bullets, it doesn't matter if people lose the will to pick up the weapons."

Emma: "If you let your guard down just because I’m a little rabbit, Lord Gilbert may be the one who suffers in the end."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm scared."

(It's not resonating at all.)

(… Isn’t it supposed to resonate?)

For an Ever-Victorious General, I am too vulnerable to be called a threat.

If I really want to be a threat, I need to go back to Rhodolite now and get results.

Even if that choice means the possibility of never seeing Lord Gilbert again...

(… I want you to live so badly.)

When I raise my head, my gaze is entwined with Lord Gilbert's.   //   When I look up, my gaze meets Lord Gilbert's up close.

His refreshing smile is the same as when we first met, but only his single red eye is flickering.

(Please...)

I close my tear-stained, swollen eyelids and lean my face against his cold lips.

I touched him lightly and moved away, and he put his hands behind my head to block my escape route…

A sigh was taken so deeply that it couldn't be compared to a teasing kiss.   //   I was deeply deprived of breath, much more deeply than a playful kiss.

Each time we put our lips on top of each other, his cold lips became warmer, and tears began to form at the corners of my eyes.

(This is the first time I have felt human-like warmth from Lord Gilbert.)

When Lord Gilbert moves, I will follow him…

As we were repeating the endless exchange, I suddenly felt his teeth on my lips.

(Ouch...)

I don't feel any bleeding, but I quickly cover it with my hand.

Emma: "… Why do you always bite me?"

Gilbert: "Haven't I told you many times? I want to leave a mark on things I like."

Emma: "Normally, you should cherish what you like, but..."

Gilbert: "I'll take good care of you, okay?"

Lord Gilbert gently pokes the area that is aching from the bite with his finger.

Gilbert: "Painful and memorable, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "… I just want you to stay."

(… Uh…)

Gilbert: "I'm sure there will be many people who will be kind to you in the future..."

Gilbert: "There will never be a man like me, a terrible man who leaves nothing but pain."

Gilbert: "Hehe… I don't think you could forget it even if you wanted to."

Emma: "... I guess so."

Emma: "… It's not fair..."

Gilbert: "Because I'm the big villain."

Lord Gilbert reaches out his hand to my thigh while patting my trembling back.

He seemed to be checking the belt where the gun should have been.

(I didn't carry it with me... he noticed.)

Give: "If you're going to kill me, you're going to have to carry it with you, okay?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "What's your response?"

Emma: "If I put a gun in this belt... would you consider living?"

Gilbert: "Well..."

Gilbert: "I don't lie."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Therefore... all right?"

Gilbert: "Don't worry. I'll make sure I'll be there for the signing ceremony."

(Maybe it's a good thing for Rhodolite and the rest of the world, but...)

I was desperately trying to hold back my sobs, and I could no longer look at Lord Gilbert's face.

Gilbert: "Bye, Little Bunny."    //   "See you later, Little Bunny."

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ーー...The doors of the chapel deep in the woods of the Rhodolite castle open.

The unreserved sound of shoes broke the sacred air, bringing with it a sharp, murderous tension.

Luke: "… Why did you summon me here, Chevalier?"

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

The moonlight shines evenly on the two, who keep their distance and face each other.

Luke: "It would have been nice to be in the office."

Chevalier: "It's troublesome if it gets dirty with blood."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Without changing a single expression, Chevalier draws his sword.

The sharpened edge of the blade was pointed at Luke, who had his hand on the great sword.

Luke: "... Hmm, recently I felt like I was being sniffed around."

Luke: "You figured out I'm connected to Gilbert, didn't you? You can't deceive me."

Chevalier: "You did a good job. I commend you for your skill in fooling the people in the court."

Luke: "I'm not happy about it, but whatever."

Chevalier: "I have had your background reviewed, and there are a number of things that are suspicious to me."

Chevalier: "First of all, you died ten years ago during the Blood-Stained Rose Day invasion."

Chevalier: "The fact that the death notification was accepted means that it was not possible to confirm that you are still alive."

Chevalier: "You come from the Espoir area, where the invasion was at its most advanced... and where there were many deaths."

Chevalier: "The credibility of death reports is extremely low in that we don't have the time to check every single corpse."

Luke: "Then it's not particularly suspicious."

Chevalier: "The documents themselves. But a year later, you are employed by Rhodolite as a security guard."

Chevalier: "I'm talking about where you've been and what you've been doing for the past year."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "You were a young child at the time; there was no way you could survive for a year without anyone finding you."

Chevalier: "The fact that a death certificate was issued does not mean that our military was protecting it."   //   "The fact that you were reported dead does not mean that you were under the protection of our military."

Chevalier: "It is reasonable to assume that you were protected by the other force on the battlefield—the Obsidian Army."

Luke: "… Well, that's true. But, you know, Gilbert wasn't on the battlefield, was he?"

Luke: "What makes you think I'm connected to that guy?"

Chevalier: "Obsidian at the time adopted a policy of genocidal slaughter of women and children."

Chevalier: "If the military finds you, you must have been killed. But you are alive."

Chevalier: "There is only one person who could go against the Supreme Commander's orders, right?"

Luke: "...... Yeah right."

The beast, cornered and unable to escape, finally raised his hands.

Luke: "Yeah, it was Gilbert who picked me up when I was dying on the battlefield."

Luke: "He saved my life by protecting me after I lost everything."

Chevalier: "Then you are the "gift" from Eyepatch?"

Luke: "… What is that?"

Chevalier: "No... I would have cared less if you were just connected to Eyepatch."

A moment after snickering, the icy, killing air of absolute zero crawls across the floor and entangles him.

Luke's face contorted in pain as it slowly stole his breath away.

Chevalier: "Another thing the background check turned up."

Luke: "Is that your real deal?"

Chevalier: "Yes. The people have come to distrust the royal family in the wake of the tragedy of ten years ago."

Chevalier: "It's a call to question the continued value of the royal family's existence, which has failed to avoid a conflict with Obsidian."

Chevalier: "They did not initially emerge as coherent individual ideas..."

Chevalier: "A few years ago, we started to see organized activity."

Chevalier: "One small spark can become a huge pillar of fire that burns the country to the ground."

Chevalier: "Only then will the "inciter" know that he can become a threat to the royal family."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "Did Eyepatch put you up to this?"

Chevalier: "The method of painting people's thoughts black and putting them under his control is a common practice of a trampling beast."

Chevalier raises the corners of his mouth to the closed-mouthed "rebel" without lowering his sword.

Chevalier: "Based on the report of the investigation relating to your friendships—"

Chevalier: "You are the real leader of the anti-monarchy faction, Jumbo."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

The nighttime stillness envelops the chapel.

After a long, long silence, stagnation arose in the young, leaf-colored eyes.

Like throwing a stone into a clear river, where the mud muddies everything up, all emotions have been lost.

Luke: "You don't think killing me is going to solve everything, do you?"

Chevalier: "It would be a lot easier if that kind of short-sighted thinking worked."

Chevalier: "From what Eyepatch said, you've already made your preparations. There is no point in killing you now."

Luke: "What's with the sword then?"

Chevalier: "Kill those who are harmful to the country. That's it."

Chevalier: "The scale of damage is likely to increase if you are in command."

Luke: "I've been slacking off."

Chevalier: "Don't think you can hide it. I'm the one they call genius."

Chevalier: "It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is the largest force in the anti-monarchy organization."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "Do you think there's a reason to let you live?"

Luke: "All I see is a reason to kill me."

Luke: "But you know they'll object if you call them out here like this, right?"

Chevalier: "Yes. That's my own decision."

Chevalier: "If you lead the anti-monarchy faction, the damage will be enormous."

Chevalier: "However, if you formally question the guilt, it will result in increasing distrust among the people and a scandal for the royal family."

Chevalier: "I decided that the most appropriate method was to dispose of it secretly."

Luke: "I see."

Breathing deeply, Luke draws his greatsword.

Luke: "ー...Those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

Luke: "This is something like Gilbert's favorite phrase..."

Luke: "Maybe it's guys like you who represent authoritarianism."

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

Luke: "Unfortunately, I'm not going to die until I avenge her."

Chevalier: "Oh? Well then, let's see how far you can go."

They glare at each other and point their swords at each other.

The sacred chapel turns into a battlefield swirling with murderous intentー

The next moment, the door opened with momentum that kicked away the immediate tension, and a wind that could not read the atmosphere blew in.

Clavis: "Brother, what are you doing summoning me to a place like thisー…"

Clavis: "... No, wait. What are you guys doing!?"

Clavis, who quickly grasped the situation, changed his expression and intervened between the two.

Clavis: "What's this, a fight? Sibling fights should be fist fights."

Chevalier & Luke: "Get out of the way."

Clavis: "Okay. Calm down. It's him, isn't it? Of course it's Chevalier who's at fault."

Luke: "… He said he's going to kill those harmful to the country."

Clavis: "Hmm... I have no idea what you're talking about, haha!"

Clavis, with his usual shady smile, finally confronts Chevalier.

Clavis: "Run, Luke. Our brother's eyes are serious."

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Clavis: "Don't worry. I'll discipline Chevalier for you, okay?"

Luke: ". . . . . . . . . . . ."

Sheathing his great sword, Luke leaves the chapel without a word.

As the figure disappeared, the drifting cold air also dissipated.

Clavis: "So, are you going to do it?"

Chevalier: "I've achieved my objective."   //   "It served its purpose."

Chevalier, too, puts down his sword and sits languidly in a chair.

The appearance of his unrestrained appearance mixed with bitterness in his shady smile.

Clavis: "... If you wanted to remove him from the court to prevent information leaks, you could have thought of a different approach."

Chevalier: "Are you ready for the operation?"

Clavis: "You just ignored me."

With a huge sigh, Clavis sat down on the seat across the aisle.

Clavis: "Cyril is in the process of forming a military force to participate in the operation."

Clavis: "The advance recon team is reporting exactly what you expected."

Clavis: "If we launch a surprise attack, we can probably control them before the signing ceremony."

Clavis: "But the opponent is likely to use weapons supplied by Obsidian."

Clavis: "If the initial move fails... No, even if the initial move succeeds, there will still be casualties."

Chevalier: "I don't care. As long as there is no hope of communication, suppression by force is the proper thing to do."

Clavis: "I'm... not sure I want to do this."

Chevalier: "Then will you go to the enemy and preach to them?"

Clavis: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "If you have time to complain, move quickly."

Clavis: "That's why some beasts have abandoned their hearts..."

Chevalier: "ーWhat happened?"

Chevalier throws his voice into the darkness while Clavis, who has lost his usual smile, frowns with all his might.

In a space where only two people were supposed to be, a man with long hair tied up in a bun appeared without a sound.

Clavis: "Oh, Lucian. I haven't seen you for a long time. Weren't you at Obsidian?"

Lucian: "I just got back."

Chevalier: "The fact that you're here... seems to indicate that the little rabbit will be back sooner than expected?"

Lucian: "Yes. She will be returning with the three who went to Obsidian."

Clavis: "Whoa, I didn't think he'd actually let her come back."

Lucian: "However..."

Lucian: ". . . . . ."

Clavis: "What's wrong? It's unusual for you to be so vague."   //   "What's wrong? It's rare for you to muddy your words."

Lucian: "An unexpected situation has occurred."

Clavis: "Haha, nothing would surprise me more than Emma heading to Obsidian."

Lucian: "No..."

Lucian: "Lady Emma is coming back as Her Majesty the Empress."

Chevalier & Clavis: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier & Clavis: ". . . . . . . . . . . ."

Chevalier: "… What?" Clavis: "What did you say?"

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ーーThick clouds cover the moon, drowning out the lights in the room.

Roderich: "ーWhat now…"

Gilbert: "That’s an order."

Gilbert, standing by the window, walks up to Roderich, who is standing still.

Behind the deep hood, the red eyes were dyed with painful emotions.

Roderich: "But...!"

Gilbert: "Oh, didn't you hear me?"

Roderich: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "You know as well as I do that my body is already at its limits."

Gilbert: "So your turn has finally come."

Roderich: "I know... but..."

Gilbert: "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

Gilbert: "Besides, I promised the little rabbit that I would witness the signing ceremony."

Roderich: "… That's not right."

Roderich: "This... this is not what I call "witnessing"!"

Gilbert: "Don't make me say the same thing over and over again, okay?"

The pressure to say yes or no is met with an unwilling silence.

Gilbert: "You were ready for this. That's what I raised you for."

Roderich: "… Lord Gilbert."

Gilbert smiles and brushes off his hood.

With black hair as shiny as obsidian and red eyes ー the young man who appears from under the hood is truly...

Gilbert: "Take care of the rest."

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿:

Dear Runaway Little Rabbit:

You didn't notice the letter in your dress pocket, did you? By the time you realize this, will it be after you've escaped from the castle? You are a bad little bunny. You can't run away from me, I would have shot you in the leg and locked you up in my room.

But now that you've run away, there's nothing I can do about it. The truth is that you know so many secrets that I have to hunt you down and kill you right now, but I'll just keep a close watch on you. Apparently, I want you to live, too. You seemed to be thinking of dangerous things, but you shouldn't die recklessly. I'm the only one who can kill you.

Oh, by the way, you don't need to reply to this letter. But cherish it for the rest of your life. Don't forget about me forever, okay?   //   Don't you ever forget about me, okay?

Gilbert von Obsidian

[anisecandy]

Socratic monologue

Summary: If a soulmate is someone you're connected to through fate, then perhaps, in some shape or form, they were soulmates. Bonded by a barbed wire.

Rating: G

Words count: 1330

Genre: Exploration of Feelings, Angst

Parings: Peter Parker/Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Author’s note: A little somthing I wrote on the bus. I might polish it later. Or not

(link to the ao3)

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The simple answer is, you don't.

You hate them for the rest of your life and have nightmares for the half of that, from which you wake up screaming, with the sweat crawling down your spine making everything so much worse.

Here's another one.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

Well, first they push you down the stairs…

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The reasonable answer is, you don't.

You agree on a labile cease-fire, once, or twice, or trice and join forces in the face of something far worse. And when you look over your shoulder, expecting backstabbing, you're horrified at the fact you've accepted this necessity, no matter how begrudgingly. And then there comes the fourth, the fifth, the next and next time and you realize you grew numb to the moral dilemma of this happening. And you hate that the word "numb" feels like a cope out, because what is really happening, is that you've grown used to this. You've grown used to this, the way one grows used to having a rude coworker, or having to daily walk by a lawn with a dog that hates you. Except they aren't a dog and they definitely aren't a person-

You can't believe you've started to see them as a person. Just the very idea of it makes you burn with rage. But when there's nothing but ashes left, and you're left with only the parts of yourself you keep burred deep down, you can't believe their personhood is something you're still denying them. You aren't too hard on yourself for that, though. You have to be the bigger person when it comes to everything else. This feels like a fair exchange. Your violation for their humanity. Your personhood for theirs.

This isn't something that can be forgiven. So you're comforted by the knowledge you'll never receive an apology.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The more complex answer is, you don't.

But on some level, you have to forgive them to move forward. Maybe because with so many others it's just impossible. So perhaps you take it as a small victory for the sake of your inner pace. Or maybe its simply the pity. Not the compassionate kind of it that would come with wondering about how it had come to this and where it had lead to, about your role on it all and the things you could have done different or better, making for a different path and a different story... It's a condescending, but warranted pity of somebody looking down. (Then again, you look down at your own shadow too.)

But then, you are offered an apology after all. It's at the same time sincere and ultimately meaningless, because due to the circumstances of it you have no other options aside from accepting it. And this, this isn't fair. You should get closure. Instead, for the next few days you feel worse than you did in years. You're cornered. You both have to forgive them and can't and the looping paradox of it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. It's not fair to make you forgive and it's not fair to make you sympathize with them. You should at the very least be allowed to hate them. That's the basic courtesy the universe refuses to grant you. Pushing you into understanding them defies the point of that and steals the ground from under you. And you're not even given any alternative.

For a while, you think that’s what saving them instead might be. Then, they go behind your back and save themself out of their own accord. Attempt, at least. Like an old rancorous carpenter, you discover that you don't trust any work that didn’t come from under your hands.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The difficult answer is, you don't.

You wake up in the middle of the night, again, but this time not because you had a nightmare. Although with how wrong it was, it might as well be one. You know the dream you were dreaming wasn't yours and you know that because this wasn't the first time. You feel sick for so many different reasons, the smallest of them being that what wasn't a nightmare for them, to you was often still more twisted than the worst fever dream. The biggest being knowing that even after forcefully ripping yourself from this revolting bond, this means that there's still somebody out there dreaming your dreams as well. And on the peaceful nights, you can swear you feel their heart beating somewhere beside yours. You leave through the windows to cool your head on the rooftops and then swing above the traffic, hoping that the noise will drown the unwanted sensations and the even more unwanted thoughts about this parody of closeness that was thrown at you against your will. You realize you've become something horrifyingly unlike mortal enemies and you're overpowered with helpless anger. Whatever it is that actually connects the two of you only exists in the realm of quantum physics though. There one second and gone the moment you try to examine it.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The obvious answer is, you don't.

That would be as absurd, as falling for an empty frame, with last few shards of mirror glass hanging in it. Looking at them makes your stomach turn. Like seeing a butchered collage, created out of torn up pictures of yourself, vandalized with vulgar scribbles, bastardizing already caricatural imagery. It's simultaneously so close and so removed from you, that you feel as if you were looking at it through an autorefractometer. It makes your head hurt and you look away. From the corner of your eye this paper mâché monster blurs and could almost be mistaken for a human. From then on, you look straight at it. In the end, your eyes tire and the picture blurs either way.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The painful answer is, you don't.

But you do grow bitter that they understand you in a way nobody else would be capable of. It's a form of intimacy stolen from you and you hate yourself for the very act of acknowledging it. When it comes to them, you hate yourself for many things, as if the hate you couldn't pour onto them accumulated and ate you from the inside.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The logical answer is, you don't.

How do you know you love someone?

Oh, that's simple. You want to see them smile.

So you couldn't love them. You'd be too scared to see stripes of skin stuck between their teeth.

How do you know you love someone?

Oh, that's simple. You want to kiss them.

So you couldn't love them. You'd worry they'd bite off your tongue.

How do you know you love someone?

Oh, that's simple. You want to know everything there is to know about them.

So you couldn't love them. Every information you have on them makes them less monstrous and you wish you could carve every single one of them out of your brain.

How do you know you love someone?

Oh, that's simple. They are like a half of your soul.

Just like they are a shadow to your light. A mirror to your reflection.

A soul to your soul.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

You bleed out and mistake the light-headedness for something it isn't.

How do you fall for someone who had tried to kill you?

The short answer is, you don't.

And it's better to not think about it too much.

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

hii! could i maybe get found family headcanons for zhongli as a father figure or xiao as a brother figure? (s/i is like the travelers companion/sidekick, if it matters)

thank you, you’re doing the gods work as an aro selfship writer <33

omgg I'm happy to write this! I also see Zhongli as a father figure and Xiao is one of my fav characters so this will be comforting to write about. and yes, the details about the s/i help a lot, actually! thank you so much for this request!

Zhongli as your father figure + Xiao as your brother figure

¡! s/i is Traveler's sidekick

Zhongli

He was thankful of how both Traveler and you were helping in Liyue, defeating enemies and helping citizens in daily life stuff, so he got used to the sight of your little group wandering around. If you agreed to accompany him when he asked, he'd smile and thank you for your asistence.

So be prepared. He's gonna drag you through several shops, infodump about history of cuisine and architecture and maybe even buy some toys made for kids that caught his attention because he "had never seen anything like that before". It usually gets to a point where Traveler leaves you alone with him and he ends up handing said toys to you as a gift.

Somehow, when he's walking around with you he feels the peace of having a young person beside him that will listen to his words and continue living with them in their heart. So he becomes even more interested in commenting random facts with you, as well as asking about your opinion and smile when his stories bring you memories of your own experiences.

That would make him a great listener. Even though Paimon would find it hard to believe that Zhongli would so attentively listen to someone talk about trivial matters, you found yourself going to him for advice over time. It just happened, and he prioritizes your wellbeing over anything else when putting his thoughts into words in his answers.

Taken how your friend seems to have had their life influenced by the war thousands of years ago, he may feel like he could have done better for you, that the person he was in the past doesn't deserve the admiration you seem to feel towards him in the present.

Therefore he would try his best to help you on your adventure with anything he can. The Traveler and Paimon will easily notice it: how he sometimes appears out of nowhere when you get yourselves into trouble, the invitations to dinner after some days out of the city, receiving some gifts and advice from him from time to time... Paimon will joke that they have your father's protection in this quest.

But Traveler needs to go to another nation no matter how nice your stay in Liyue could have been, and seeing you go leaves him with a bittersweet feeling. He's proud to see you'll visit new places as you wish to, but at the same time it's like an important presence in his days is going away. In any case, he'll say goodbye with a smile and a hug if you'd let him.

He would secretly give you some food for your trip to the next nation. Food from Liyue, of course, incluiding some of the new favorite meals you found while visiting restaurants with him. And if you need to ever write to him to continue receiving his advice and support, he'll be more than happy to answer.

Xiao

Your first meeting was probably sort of awkward. If you had told him back then that he would end up wanting to protect you as if you were family to him, he wouldn't had believed you. How fool of him.

You start to appear in his life rather often because of missions, requests and any other necessary affairs the Traveler lends you. At first it was because of the convenience to split up the work, but they slowly start to realise that Xiao's easier to convince when you are the one who goes to him for help.

Maybe it was in the way you talked, in the anecdotes you tried to mention during your silences together or the way you always waved goodbye only to make, once again, the effort to go up the mountain the day after. He started to seriously wonder and even worry about about your days, so he once offered to walk you to Liyue himself.

In the way back, your curiosity about the unknown nation got the best of you and Xiao started to answer some of your many questions. Teaching you the uses of some flowers and giving you instructions to get to specific mountains, especially the ones with the most snow during winter. When he realised what he was doing, he had already spoken much more than he had expected to. Not that it was a lot, but enough to surprise him.

So when you got busier with the Traveler and Paimon, he started to wonder when you'd go see him again. Just as if he expected your human presence and enjoyment to accompany him at least for part of the day, to show you his favorite tofu and hear about what you had been up to.

He decides to stay a bit closer to Liyue for some time, and one of those nights he finds you wandering around. The situation you were dealing with at the city could have started to feel overwhelming because of how importantant it was, and he doesn't think it twice before approaching you after seeing you in this state.

Were you hurt? Had something happened? Was what he last gave you not enough for the request you had to fulfill? He may sound a bit harsh when trying to know what he has to deal with, but it's just that he hates to see you hurting when he's right there and willing to stop it.

Would quietly listen to you if you ask him to do so. He'll feel fulfilled knowing that he is helping somehow. Because he feels as if you were part of him now, and your wellbeing is a new motivation for him to continue fighting for every day. If your adventure continues, then his must too as you are like siblings sharing this path in life.