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almost-peterparker · 3 months ago

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Chapter 5

Word Count: 2389 //TW// abuse, strong language, violence, gore, etc. Also, the plot is going to be based on the manga!

A/N : I just want to point out that I love Grell, whom of which is in this chapter I WILL be referring to Grell with male pronouns strictly because the characters in the anime do the same. I apologize if this offends, I am simply trying to stick as close to the anime/manga as I can.

You were in a carriage on the way to Ciel's townhouse in London after receiving a letter. Ciel had wanted you to accompany him on this case due to the nature of it. You told him you would only go if Mara could come along. You refused to be in another situation where you had no idea what the fuck was going on because you were too careless to pay attention to the anime. But, in your defense, this would never happen to any other people, so you thought your neglect was fine.

You forgot that Mara and Ciel hadn't exactly had a lot of one-on-one time. Now, the entire ride all you've heard is her questioning the young Earl about anything and everything, probably driving him mad. He wasn't showing it much, though. After a few more minutes, the carriage came to a halt. You faintly heard Ciel mutter, "Finally," under his breath. After Sebastian opened the door, he said, "Young Master, it's been a while since you last went out, hasn't it?" After speaking, Sebastian assisted Ciel out of the carriage, Ciel began to complain. "I couldn't care less who sent that letter, I hate being in crowded places."

"You're telling me." You mutter, hopping out of the carriage before Sebastian could even offer you his hand. "Crowded places are not it man." You watch as Mara pops her head from the carriage. As she sees the townhouse, she squeals quietly. She takes Sebastians hand and is immediately by your side, "It looks so much better than I thought it would!" She whisper-yells. You roll your eyes lightly, "Mara you've even said that about the bathroom since we arrived." You shake your head slightly.

Ciel had already begun to walk inside with Sebastian, not wanting to wait for the two of you. Unfortunately for her, your cell phone had died a long while ago, otherwise, you knew she'd be attempting to take pictures. The two of you began to follow the Earl. Mara had informed you before your trip to London that Grell would be here. You couldn't remember many of the characters from the show other than the main few. You knew he was a reaper though so you had already decided that you would keep your distance from him for a bit. Mara had also been stressed slightly because she knew the 'Jack the Ripper' case was quickly approaching.

Thankfully Ciel hadn't questioned the two of you on your knowledge of this universe, only what you knew of him and his butler. As you walk inside you hear Sebastian make a comment to his master about how much more peaceful it would be without the other servants. You then see that he's spoken too soon because the place is ruined. Madam Reed and Lau had torn apart the townhouse looking for tea leaves. "Madam red?! Lau?! Why are you here?" Ciel exclaimed as you sighed. Mara nudges you, telling you to be polite. Ciel then tells Sebastian to go prepare tea.

"Since my cute little nephew is in London, how could I not come visit while you were here?" Madam Red responds, she then glances back to see the two of you, "Oh? Ciel you never told me you hired new staff!" She says with a smile before approaching the two of you. "Hello, I'm Madam Red!"

Ciel sighs, "Yes, meet my...bodyguard, (Y/n), and my assistant chef, Mara."

You were horrid at introductions, so you awkwardly greeted her, responding with your name. Mara, however, greeted the woman as enthusiastically as she could. Madam Red turned to Ciel, "I like this one!" she says with a grin. The trio then walks into the other room, leaving you Mara, and, oh lovely, Grell. Mara approaches him and begins to make small talk; he stutters out some responses. You stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You jump at Sebastian's voice, "(Y/n), would you like to help me serve the master and his guests?" he offers as he proceeds to walk past you with a tea cart. You shrug, "Why not, better than making small talk here I guess." You follow him into the other room, the nobles are seated and speaking to one another. You let Sebastian do the speaking since, well, he's clearly more well-versed than you are. After a moment you see Grell and Mara following suit, Grell taking his place behind Madam Red and Mara behind Ciel.

Sebastian proceeds to tell them what kind of tea is being served then he motions for you to serve it. You managed to successfully pour the tea without causing any casualties. Afterward, Madam Red made a comment on Sebastian's tea-making. "Grell, you should follow his example." She says whilst side-eyeing the man. You couldn't quite remember if Grell was a reaper or not, you'd have to ask Mara later, you couldn't do it here because of the supernatural creatures in the room which had amazing ears. You decide to shuffle over next to Mara so you can be out of everyone's way.

You lean over to whisper to her, "Hey this is the Jack the Ripper shit, right?"

Mara nods before whispering back, "Did they ever find out who it was, ya know, in our dimension?"

You shrug, "I think it was some barber guy named Aaron Kosminski. I can't remember when they announced that, though."

"Anyways," Madam Red starts before literally caressing Sebastian's ass, "Every time I see you, you're still so handsome! Why don't you simply quit working here and come serve me!" This causes you to almost lose composure and burst out laughing. You mask it with a cough, looking up to make eye contact with the butler who looks less than amused though, he plays it off politely and steps away from her and standing to your right.

"I've heard about the case of prostitutes being murdered on the streets lately." Ciel starts. "This isn't an ordinary case; the deaths are very abnormal. That's why the queen is concerned." Ciel says before reaching down to take a bite of the cake Sebastian had served along with the tea.

Sebastian took over speaking, "The murdered prostitute was named Mary Ann Nichols. The wounds looked as if they were done using a sharp tool allowing for a painful death." Ciel looks up from his cake before saying, "The police and other prostitutes call the murderer 'Jack the Ripper'."

"There it is," you mumble. You tune out the rest of their conversation as you again speak to Mara. "Hey, does this mean we're about to meet that one funny funeral guy?" You ask, causing Mara to beam. She nods enthusiastically, "Yep!"

"I actually really like that guy, what was his name again?" You ask, wishing you'd paid attention the many times Mara had played the anime around you. You saw Sebastian's brow twitch out of the corner of your eye causing you to turn to him. "What?" "His name is the Undertaker; please do not tell me you are fond of him as you say." He says with an almost judgmental look on his face. This causes you to shrug, "The guy is goofy, I just think he's funny." You pause and grin, "What? Are you jealous or something?" You snicker causing the butler to roll his eyes. "I assure you that I am nowhere near jealous of that man." He shakes his head slightly as he speaks. That was when Ciel ordered Sebastian to go get the carriage. Ciel, Mara and you piled in, followed by Madam Red, Lau, and Sebastian, leaving Grell to drive. You were wedged between Mara and Sebastian throughout the ride. Mara was talking to you excitedly as your group made its way to The Undertakers shop.

Once arriving you exit the carriage as Madam Red immediately speaks, "Why are you familiar with this kind of place?!" Sebastian takes it upon himself to respond, "Because the person the Young Master knows works as an undertaker." You realized that you'd missed the part of the conversation where Ciel was speaking about someone who could help.

Sebastian holds open the door allowing for you all to file in. "Are you there, Undertaker?" Ciel asks into the dimly lit room. This causes laughter to immediately follow. You glance over to see Mara buzzing with excitement.

"I knew that you'd come, welcome Earl." You hear you glance to your left as you see a coffin open, revealing none other than the silver-haired man. "Do you want to see how it feels to sleep in one of my custom-made coffins?"|He pauses before glancing over towards Mara and yourself, "How about either of you?" Ciel rolls his eyes, at least you think that's what happened. "I'm not here to play Undertaker." This causes the Undertaker to chuckle, "I know why you came. Since the earl went out of his way to visit me, I'll certainly do everything I can to help." He speaks, the smile never leaving his face. "Please, take a seat first, I'll make tea," he says as he shuffles out of the room.

Mara is bouncing next to you, "I can't believe we just saw him in person, (Y/n)!" She says as she grabs your arm. "Yeah, he's a tad creepy, but you know what, I'll take this over some of the actual creeps I've met in my life." You say shrugging. Ciel sits on a coffin silently and waits for the Undertaker's return. He glances over to the two of you and you can see slight judgment over Mara's excitement. Undertaker returns, "Now then, you wanted to know about Jack the Ripper? Everyone has been scared because of this disturbance but this isn't the first time I've handled this kind of thing."

You furrow your brows, "This isn't the first time? Were the last victims prostitutes as well?" Undertaker nods while eating one of his biscuits, "In fact, the way they were killed was similar too." He pauses, "The murdered prostitutes did have something in common."

"What is it? " Ciel questions with furrowed brows. "What is it indeed." The Undertake responds with his usual grin. This causes Lau to hum to himself off to the side, "I see, that's how it is. You're very good at doing business Undertaker, how much money do you want for this information?" Almost immediately, Undertaker is in Lau's face, "Money? I don't want any of the Queen's money!" He then turns to Ciel, "Now then Earl," he approaches him, "I only require one thing. Show me a first-rate laugh! I'll tell you anything if I get it." Lau cleared his throat, "Let me handle this." You already knew the next two jokes would be horrible. That being said, while the other two were trying to make the undertaker laugh, you nudged Ciel. He looks up at you, "If you think you can succeed, be my guest." He responds, obviously not caring.

You walk up to the undertaker and motion for him to lean down, you whisper into his ear. You back away and not even two seconds later the man is cackling. You turn around and make eye contact with Sebastian who has a questioning look on his face. You shrug and return to your place next to Mara. "Dude, what did you say to him?" She asks. You side-eye her, "I literally just told him a dick joke. Men always find those to be funny." You hear Sebastian scoff beside you causing you to glance over. "What, you're different?" You ask him. "Of course I'm different, jokes of that sort are for the dull-minded." He responds. You laugh, "I guess everyone in our period is dull-minded then, well at least you have something to look forward to." This causes the demon to shake his head. Before he can speak, the undertaker begins, "The corpses were missing organs. That prostitute isn't a whole woman anymore. Because her womb is gone." Everyone, aside from Mara, Sebastian, and yourself, of course, seemed to be disturbed.

"Let's just say there aren't many people out on the streets at night. But, accurately cutting out specific organs couldn't be a normal person, correct?" Sebastian asks. The undertaker then goes on to explain how the murderer is killing his victims. "It seems that the murderer is an expert. He will keep committing crimes, he definitely will. Unless someone stops him, of course. Can you stop him? Notorious Earl of Phantomhive." The undertaker finishes. "There must be an influence manipulating him from behind," Ciel mutters to himself before walking out.

As all of you pile back into the carriage, you glance over towards Sebastian. "So, what do you think about it? Do you have any ideas yet?" You ask. Sebastian places his hand on his chin, "The murderer would have to be an anatomical expert, but also know where the police are when they commit the crime." "Where do we start? There are so many people gathered at the capital right now. Many doctors, head physicians, and medical schools could be the culprits!" Madam Red exclaims. "Then we shall wait until 'the season' is over with to investigate. As we cannot investigate clearly during 'the season.'"

Ciel then orders Sebastian to go compile a list of suspects. Madam Red's Jaw drops as Sebastian opens the door. "Please excuse me if I leave now." He says just before effortlessly hopping from the carriage. You sigh, already remembering who the murderer or murderers are. "This is going to be an annoying investigation." You mutter to yourself as the carriage continues its return to the townhouse.

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reiyaus · 6 days ago

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fem reader intended

fiancé gojo who shocked the jujutsu higher ups when he revealed his engagement to you, a grade 1 sorceress with no relation to any big 3 clans. imagine their surprise when he decides to get married out of love and not just to create a heir.

fiancé gojo who teaches with you at jujutsu high and is the reason why you can barely arrive to classes on time. with his pouty face and insanely toned biceps trapping you in his hold, who are you to say no?

fiancé gojo who whines when you actually leave him to teach your students, feigning offence when megumi shoots him a disgusted glare.

fiancé gojo who often joins in on your lessons when he starts feeling lonely, acting as if he were your actual student. your annoyingly smart A+ student who does nothing but brag about his intelligence.

fiancé gojo who likes to text you and send silly voice messages no matter the situation. picture satoru replaying his minute-long burp vm in front of the jujutsu higher ups so that he makes sure you can laugh at it (spoiler: all you feel is disappointment).

fiancé gojo who thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to flaunt his engagement and watch the irritation on their faces turn into pure horror. because for gojo, flaunting means interrupting you mid-sentence to practically make out for a minute straight.

fiancé gojo who asks everyday, “should we have our wedding now?” and sighs dramatically when you tell him to be patient. not that he’s actually mad, though. he likes the giddyness he feels while counting down to your wedding date.

fiancé gojo who drowns you in affection and praise after every mission, crying his heart out (jokingly) about how he felt like an abandoned princess waiting for her prince to come back from war.

fiancé gojo who, deep down, thanks the skies above that you get to come home safely everytime. and while he’s a jokester, all the ‘missing you’ parts in his sob stories were true. because while he knew you were strong, the lingering worry of you running into something way stronger bit his ass everytime.

fiancé gojo who indulges himself in your warmth, ignoring every single notification his phone pings out.

fiancé gojo who has a hold on you so secure, even during sleep, that you have to wake him up before he presses on your bladder any further. now you have to deal with his complaints of “do you not love me anymore? Is that why you let go? you’re so mean!”

fiancé gojo who shuts up when you offer to wash his greasy hair, immediately situating himself in front of you and leaning into every single touch you place on his head.

fiancé gojo who ends up getting you wet and makes a stupid excuse so that you can bathe together. no matter how difficult, the feeling of your skin against his was enough to get him through the day.

fiancé gojo who settles your back on his chest, lifting your arm to trace “satoru 🤍 [name] 4eva”. what a cutie.

fiancé gojo who genuinely can’t wait until he sees you walk down the aisle, exchange the vows he’s been working on since you first met, shamelessly give you the most passionate kiss ever (in front everyone you know and love), and officially get the privilege of calling you his wifey.

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bunnis-monsters · 8 months ago

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NSFW

Taking your werebunny’s aching cock into your hand, stroking it until he’s crying out for your pussy.

“P-please, please… wanna breed, wanna be inside!”

He’s so desperate, his warm, red cock bobbing and begging to be inside of you. It’s been so long since he’s had a mate, his last one had never let him sink his cock into her…

As soon as he was in your pussy, he rutted agaisnt you like a wild animal, whining as he babbled out ‘thank you’s and pleas for you to keep going…

“D-don’t stop, g-gotta fill you up… gonna have my litter…”

Your bunny mate had an incredibly high libido, having way more stamina than you. At the end of the mating session, you were left a drooling mess, you cunt clenching around nothing when he pulled out to snuggle you.

Soft purrs filled the air as he quickly shielded you with his body, nibbling softly on your cheek.

“Mmph… my pretty little mate, I can’t wait until you’re heavy with our young…”

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fromduck · 28 days ago

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Me with you guys simping over hot men

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will0waesthetic · 5 months ago

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“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

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kimjun · 1 year ago

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girls are like “I want a boyfriend” but reject everyone because none of them are their comfort characters

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alexiroflife · 4 months ago

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Hello! May I request an angsty toji fic where reader finds out she's pregnant (post megumi) and she knows toji doesn't want anymore children so she just kinda leaves with little to no explanation? Maybe just a small note saying things aren't working out. It's up to you if it will be a hurt/comfort. Idk you don't have to do this request I don't want to overload you! I seriously love your writing. The way you right the character just warms my heart. I especially love ur hiding an Injury fic it was SO SO SO GOOD. 🩶🤍🖤

“promise”

toji fushiguro x reader

Synopsis: see above

to sum it up: you think it’s better to run away than to be the one to get hurt

WC: 5,668

Warning(s): angst, suggestive themes, yelling, pregnancy, mentions of abortion

You stare down at the plastic tube clutched in your trembling hands in awe, eyes blown with shocked grief as you peer closer to get a better look, as though those two bright pink lines could have been a trick of your vision.

Unfortunately, however, your vision remains just as crystal clear as it always has been. As you stand in your cramped apartment bathroom, illuminated by a flickering fluorescent gaze shining down from above, horror befalls you.

You’re pregnant.

You should have known sooner when you began feeling queasy every morning, taking trips to either your or Toji’s toilet to hurl out the contents of whatever swam inside your stomach. You always tried to be silent if Toji was around, for he slept like a dog that could not be woken even if a meteor struck earth, and you had been remarkably exhausted. You aren’t even sure if there is a word to describe how sluggish your entire mind and body had been feeling, but you wanted to rule out the very obvious answer to your problems before exploring it.

You begin to panic, your heart pounding in your ears and throat and every inch of your body you could feel the pulse, eyes blurry over the positive test. You’re conflicted. You don’t know how to feel. On the one hand, you would have been jumping for joy to learn that you are starting a new life with your boyfriend, to step into a new chapter of your lives and to provide his children with another sibling.

But hell, the celebration is far too naive and implausible to be had. The sage eyed man has told you time and time again that he does not wish to have anymore kids, that the ones he has are enough and he is not equipped financially or mentally to care for another brat. In honor of those wishes, you’re on the pill, and consequently, Toji has taken the opportunity to plow his load inside of you time after time after time.

And you really, truly should have known that with Toji’s uniquely abled body, what was meant to serve as a barrier and a means of contraception did not work.

You feel like throwing up. What would Toji say? What would he do? What are you supposed to do? Should you tell him, fill him in on what’s going on to risk rejection and abandonment, a nasty habit that Toji had to work to rid himself of when he met you? Would he even care? Would he listen?

You know Toji to be a very tough man, despite the softened interior he attempts to hide in others’ company that is only displayed for you and for his kids. If he has always been adamant about one thing, it’s been to never have kids again, to focus on where he fucked up before and to pour his attention into the little family he’s grown, the one that he has now.

His voice echoes through your head like the gong of a church bell striking upon the ear’s of a sinner.

“Hell, I already got my hands full tryna get Megumi through his teenage years. What the hell is another child gonna do for us?”

“That shit’s fuckin’ expensive. Not to mention, I’d have to baby proof the house again. That’s another expense.”

“If I was capable of givin’ you y’er own, I would, doll. But I ain’t cut out for it. You know that.”

You don’t even know why he would stress the matter so often. You suppose he’s caught the way your eyes linger on a mother tossing their giggling baby up and down into the air, innocent pools of joy beaming down at her each time it reaches the air and lands in her secure hold. Or maybe he’s seen the way you care so deeply for Toji’s kids as though they are your own, despite telling you when you first got involved with each other that he did not expect you to step into their lives in anyway - and yet, you have done that and more. You know how the kids must struggle each day with the trauma of losing their mother so early on, and you never wanted them to think that you were trying to step in as her replacement, but you love them so clearly, as much as you love the man who created them.

Which leads you to your next concern. How would the kids react?

It’s one thing for you, as their father’s girlfriend, to wander into their lives and help navigate them their teenage hood alongside the dark haired man, but to introduce an entire other child only leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

They may be crushed. They me turn to hate you, to despise how you have contaminated the life they have worked so hard to rebuild after numerous tragedies. And would Toji agree with them? Would he turn his nose up to you, that scowl of his melting over his harsh features as he shuns you just as he shunned every other woman who came after his wife and before you. Would he leave you? Would he kick you out of the world that has become your own because you failed to live up to your promise, though it technically isn’t your fault that you are pregnant now but it feels as though it is?

You can not stand the thought, of the man you love turning his once loving gaze stone upon the sight of you, of him pushing you further away, permanently, in the same manner that he tried to when he realized that he was falling in love with you, of watching Megumi and Tsumiki turn their backs to you as though the past four years of your lives had never happened, banning you from their acceptance forever more.

Tears well in your gaze, interfering with your vision. This can not be happening, you think to yourself, everything has been going so well, and now this? This is going to ruin your relationship with Toji for good. Even if you were not in a committed relationship with him, you assume that the idea of any woman getting impregnated by Toji would have been thrown away. You would be thrown away, just like all the others who gave Toji their bodies but not their hearts.

Not the way you have.

Your heart clenches thinking of just how much you love Toji and the kids, of how you would be willing to lay down your own life for the sake of them as Toji swears that he would for you all in return. Even so, despite the commitment to you that a man who swore never to be committed to accustomed, this would be going too far.

…You’re not even sure if he would love you anymore.

Now that you’re pregnant with his child, a child he never meant to have with you, you assume you will mean nothing to him any longer. In his eyes, you will simply become the slut that he took a chance on by a whim, carrying something he would never call his own. You believe the old Toji will resurface, the one who claimed not to care, the one who shoved women out of his bedroom before the sun rose in the sky, the one who often failed to remember to pick his kids up from school, the one who would no longer meet you at eye level but look down upon you, frown upon you for being so clumsy.

You know Toji is the one who did this, but this still feels like it is your doing. Like somehow, you trapped him and he now has no choice but to break free from the steel cage you have barred around him with your conception.

Your fingers clutch over the plastic, your eyes scrunching closed to release a fresh set of tears that cascade over your cheeks and onto the test. You can feel yourself mourning your relationship already, you can feel it slipping through your fingers, see it fading in the distance until it becomes nothing but a bittersweet memory that you can not determine as reality or a figment of your imagination any longer.

You tilt your head, bringing the test to your forehead as you think, grieve, cry. You mull over your options; you could hide this from Toji, get an abortion and never think of it again or you could tell Toji and lose him forever.

You open your bleary eyes, lashes decked with dewy tears, as another idea dawns upon you. You could leave, leave before Toji and the kids have a chance to leave you.

It’s a cruel thought, you think, especially abandoning those children without any proper explanation for them, but what else are you meant to do? You’d be doing them all a favor if anything by taking your leave without them having to be plagued by the knowledge of your unplanned pregnancy, of what they may view as a scheme to destroy their family in your new baby’s wake.

The thought kills you to even entertain. You had promised those kids that you weren’t going anywhere, that you’d stay with them for as long as they allowed you… but this is different. This is not what any of you had in your cards, how you believed your futures to go. Toji wants simplicity at home while he works through chaos through his occupation. He wants security, warmth, safety for you, Megumi, Tsumiki, and no one else. He would never welcome another child. You believe he’d be caught dead before approving of your pregnancy.

And therefore, you know what you have to do.

After taking a few more tests to ensure that the readings are accurate, which they are, you pledge to walk away. You pledge to leave the only man you’ve ever truly loved, the strongest family you’ve known, and the slim possibility that despite Toji’s wishes, he may accept you.

But you don’t want to take that chance and risk the humiliation and unplanned heartbreak. You’d much rather take matters into your own hands, and plan the shattering of your soul yourself.

You don’t sleep all night, for you’re too busy drafting about twenty different letters to Toji. Crumpled loosleaf paper litters the floor beside your bed as you try to think of how to best write down everything you want to say. You go through pages and pages until you are finally satisfied with the result, and the next morning, you slip the envelope into his mail slot and prepare to pack your life away.

It is late Sunday morning when Toji rises from his slumber. The first thing he does is lean over the sheets and drape his arm toward his nightstand to read your daily good morning text - only he finds there isn’t one. With pinched brows, he takes his phone to unlock it and visit your contact. Nothing.

The time reads 12:35 pm. Normally, you’re up and at it or even banging down his door by then to wake him. Maybe you’re just sleeping in?

He goes to give your cell a call, but nothing. Not only that, but your phone is also on do not disturb mode. His gut immediately swells with the suspicion that something is wrong. The dark haired assassin supposes he’s going to pay you a visit this afternoon as soon as he checks on the kids to ensure that they are alright.

His bedroom door opens with a creak, and he calls out to the teens gruffly through a yawn. When they don’t respond, he’s truly growing concerned.

He rounds the corner to prepare to head for their rooms when he finds Tsumiki and Megumi at the dining table. His brows furrow, his pace slowing as he takes in their faces. Tsumiki’s lips are pressed together tightly and the muscles in her face are scrunched as though she is about to cry, while Megumi stares ahead with empty eyes and a hardened exterior.

Toji frowns with quirked brows, approaching his kids. “What’s wrong with you two?”

His brunette daughter looks up at him with glassy eyes and wrinkled chin, lashes fluttering while Megumi does not bother to look at his father. Instead, he brings Toji’s attention to a torn envelope and a thick packet of papers pressed beneath the sixteen year old’s palm. Wordlessly, Megumi slides it toward him, brows slanting.

Toji, perplexed, looks between the papers and his children’s troubled faces. What is this letter? Overdue taxes? An eviction notice? That can’t be possible, because you had ensured that Toji and the kids’ place was secure long ago.

He crunches the papers in his hands and picks them up to read. The first thing that catches his eye is your scribbling handwriting, and the following words that send his heart plummeting to his ass:

This isn’t working out.

Toji whips his head up, baffled, and when he meets Megumi’s gaze again, his eyes are ablaze with resentment.

“What the hell did you do?” he growls.

The green eyed man is not even thinking before he’s dialing Shiu’s number, asking him to watch the kids for the next hour or so, and running out of the apartment after throwing rather unconvincing words of assurance over his shoulder to his kids, who are still with disbelief - Tsumiki with devastation and Megumi with rage, for surely his father pushed you away.

Toji does not bother finding a ride, electing to run to your place which is only a few blocks away. You two were just discussing moving in with one another, combining households, and this is what you spring onto him? Not even for him to stumble across first, but his kids who look up to you and love you like their own mother?

Oh, he’s fuming, a rush of emotions taking over his mind as it fuels his speed. The letter you wrote is still crunched in his fist, whipping through the air as he makes his way to you.

Dear Toji,

This is not working out.

But before you rampage and get angry with me, please let me explain. Let me explain how much I love you, how much those kids mean to me, and how every day I wake up I want to be greeted by all of your smiling faces. For the rest of time, forever. You are undoubtedly the only man for me, and I truly believe that. I know you may think I’m bullshitting because of how the beginning of this letter contradicts what im saying now, but it’s true. I have never loved another person the way I love you, and while it scared me at first when you were so stubborn and full of anger that you misdirected onto me, I stayed and I waited and I helped you and I’ve loved you through every single moment, ever week, every month, and every year. You brought purpose back into my life, and I can picture you scoffing because you’d say the same, but I mean it. You, Tsumiki, and Megumi are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you all so much.

But in this case, that love is not enough.

I hate to be doing this to you, to the kids, but I have no other choice. Things aren’t going the way they used to, and it’s not your fault but mine. I’m the reason. And it is tearing me apart to know that and simultaneously know what I have to do in order to keep you and the kids happy. Stable. I wish I could explain to you more why I am doing this, but I can’t. Not just because I am dying to picture you reading this, but because I truly can not say. I do not want to ruin you guys’ image of me. While I think that’s a selfish thing to say because who knows how me leaving is going to hurt you all, you would not understand even if you knew the reason behind this.

By the time you are done reading this, I will be gone. I’m going away because as long as I am not with you all, I can’t stay here anymore. I am staying with my mother while I get my travel plans arranged, because I know how you worry when you do not know where I am or if im safe. I should be gone by Friday.

Please do not come see me. I have made my decision, and you will only be hurting us more by trying to stop me. I won’t be stopped.

Kiss and hug and apologize to Megumi and Tsumiki for me. I hope you find someone who fills the role of their mother, someone who knows how Megumi likes to do his homework in the silence of his room with no music or anything, completely isolated so he can focus. Someone who knows how to fix Tsumiki’s eggs properly - to add extra butter to the sides when you fry them so the edges get crispier. Someone who won’t try to feed Gumi’a demidogs because he hates when people assume they can coddle up to them upon first introduction. Someone who cares for the wholly the way I do and always will.

And you. I know how stubborn you are. I know how angry you probably are at me right now, and I will miss that about you, but please do not let that interfere with the possibility of falling in love again. Beneath the layers of grit, standoffishness, and indifference, you are a man with a big heart. For me. For your kids. For those you love and seek to protect.

You say you aren’t a good man, and while that may be true to you, you are an amazing partner and you’ve already become an amazing parent. I’ve seen you grow, and I am so in love with you and so proud of you. I know you’ll be okay without me. It maybe take some time, but you’ll adjust to what’s best. I promise.

With all the love that could possibly be harbored in this world, you are everything to me and that is why I have to go. I wish you every happiness this planet can offer you, and I know that without me, you can begin to find joy again.

Love,

Your doll

You had believed to time this perfectly, for you know that Toji usually does not wake until one, so soon as you are finishing up packing, you are trudging down the stairs to the leasing office to inform them that you will be moving.

You push open the door to the first floor, the breeze hitting you gently, and you round the corner only to be blocked by the last person you wanted to run into during this time.

Your eyes widen as you look up, the burly figure you have grown oh so familiar with over the years heaving as though enraged, ivy eyes crowding over slim pupils as Toji glares down at you, an image of indescribable fury.

Your heart drops and your words die in your throat. “T-Toji?” you whisper, horrified of an outburst. You are rattled by fear, having been so unprepared to walk into this. You did not put it past him to chase you down. But you figured that you’d be at your parents by the time he woke. Then, you could have at least told them to tell him off at the door.

But no. Instead, here he is, six feet and then some of bulking mass as he takes quick, deep breaths that expand the entirety of his chest.

You shift. “What are you doing here-“

“What the fuck is this?”

Toji swiftly, yet aggressively, lifts the papers in his hands, now damaged by his travels and his grip, shaking it firmly with the question. You gulp, lowering your eyes.

“Toji, I told you not to come…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he swears firmly, and you jump, looking to see if anyone is around to hear you, as the two of you are standing outside your complex.

“We shouldn’t be- let’s just go inside,” you go to grab his arm, but he tears it away. He stares at you as though you have burned him, singed the heart in his chest from the inside out, and he is so unforgiving. So unforgiving before he hears directly from your mouth what this is about.

“I’m not doin’ shit until you tell me what the fuck this is, (Y/n),” he demands, his hand moving the papers about passionately with his speech, and you feel your heart hammering again. This is not how things were supposed to go. You are not supposed to be seeing him right now. “Cause I refuse- I fuckin’ refuse to believe that you’re breaking up with me.”

Your eyes gloss over as you look down at your feet, unsure of what to do or how to handle this confrontation. You can’t do this. You can’t, it’s too much. It’s too hard.

“…I am,” you mumble.

Toji steps forward, leaning down to get a peek of your face, his expression so angry that it worries you. “What?”

“I said… I am.”

“Uh uh, you better say that shit with your chest if you can write a whole damn letter about it,” he growls, fucking further as you continue to turn away. “Look at me,” he barks, and you cringe.

“Toji, don’t yell at me!” you shout back.

“What else do’ya want me to do, huh?” he throws his hands up. “How else do you expect me to react to this bullshit?! You’re leavin’ me? After everythin’ we been through, after everythin’ you and the kids’ve been through, you’re leavin? Are you fuckin’ serious?”

He takes a swift glance at the papers, the very sight sending him into a spiral, before he’s heatedly looking back down at you.

“I don’t buy this shit for one second. No. You’re not leavin’. Not in this world, or the next.”

“I am, Toji, the quicker you accept that, the easier it’ll be for everyone!”

“Easy?” he winces as though the prospect pains him. “You call this shit easy? You call up and tryin’ to abandon me easy? You call the kids waking up to your letter and reading it at the table before I saw it easy?”

Your face falls. “…what?”

“Yeah. You fuckin’ heard me,” he sneers. “Megumi and Tsumiki read this shit first. First thing in the morning, they see a letter about how the woman they love is leavin’ ‘em, just like their mom did, and for what?”

You close your eyes, his words stinging you as they cut through. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true, ain’t it? Y’er leavin’ us, (Y/n), and you didn’t even have the decency to say why!”

Guilt crowds you, like a blanket of darkness consuming you from overhead, and as Toji stands before you completely torn apart by your letter, you see the fear in his eyes, the sadness, the unspoken plea for you not to go.

You try your best to keep your composure as you turn away again. “I told you, I can’t tell you.”

“Fuck that,” he lifts the letter and tosses it to the ground with a thud. You gasp, watching it slam to the concrete pavement.

“Toji!” you exclaim.

“You think you can just leave without me comin’ to hunt you down and see your face so I can figure out what the hell is goin’ on? You must not know me at all.”

“Why do you always have to be so aggressive about everything?!”

“Of all fuckin’ things, (Y/n), I think I got a right to be aggressive about this. You were gonna leave without sayin’ goodbye!” he tosses his arm out to the side with the exclamation, brows twisting and teeth bearing. “Is that what our relationship means t’ya? You think you can just toss us aside?”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” you beg, a lump forming in your throat as the two of you stand face to face, arguing without a car about who will see you.

“Then tell me,” he shouts. “Cause you’re not givin’ me shit to go off of!”

“I told you already, I can’t,” your lips quiver.

“Then our relationship is nothing to you.”

“No, Toji.”

“Clearly it ain’t, cause I’d think it’d be worth an explanation if you’re runnin’ away!” you frown and shake your head, turning to walk back into the complex when Toji cuts you off, moving in your way. “You don’t think I know you? You don’t think I see it all over your face that somethin’s got you scared, and y’re takin’ off because of it? You think I don’t know what that looks like, (Y/n)? I did that shit. I did it all the damn time before I met you, and hell, I tried to run then but you wouldn’t let me, so what the hell makes you think I’m gonna let you now?”

“This is different,” you say shortly, afraid to reveal the tremble of your voice to the man before you. You keep your gaze down as you try to go around him again, but to no avail. He steps in your path. “Stop!”

“I ain’t stoppin’,” he says gravely, keeping his eyes to yours though you try to avoid contact with them. “Not until you spit it out. I’ll be damned if I got another broken home cause y’re fuckin’ scared.”

“I said stop!” you try to find some bass in your voice, but against your will, it falters when you yell. Toji eyes you carefully, reaching his hand out to grip your shoulder and steady you into place.

You scoff, attempting to pull away, but it’s no use. The dark haired man is everywhere, keeping you from walking away.

“You talk to me like the grown ass woman you are,” he tells you sternly, stepping in. “You use that voice I know you have, and don’t you ever let me catch you writin’ a letter to me about how you wanna break up instead of comin’ to talk to me. Y’understand?”

You exhale shakily, lips pressing together and brows curling. “I can’t.”

“Y’re still not tellin’ me why you think that.”

“Because I can’t, Toji. I can’t tell you. It’ll- it’ll fuck up everything!” you break, and Toji feels the pit in his stomach shift as he looks over your aggrieved expression, depicting the same exact things he feels.

“(Y/n),” he calls your name firmly, the sound of it on his tongue only inspiring the urge to cry more. You continue to shake your head though Toji isn’t exactly speaking, and his green eyes wander you with frustrated concern. “Y’scared of what I’ll do if you tell me?”

You freeze, slowly peeling your eyes to look at his, his face tense with grief. You stare at him for a moment, mouth gaping like a fish as all of your insecurities that talked you toward this ledge run through your mind once more.

“Don’t look surprised,” he says. “I know you like the back of my hand, and I know that you knew I’d be over here to stop ya.”

Your frown deepens, and this time as you look at him, you see every second of your future that you were quick to stomp dow. You see the unbridled, unfiltered love he holds for you as well as the blood curdling fear of letting you go.

“You have to understand,” you whimper. “I know how you’ll react, I- I can’t do this to you. You have to let me go.”

“What the hell could be so horrifyin’ in that head of yours to make you think that I won’t stick with ya through hell and high water?” he grits out, searching your swollen hues of (e/c) hesitation. “You’d do the same for me.”

“I know, but-“

“There’s nothin’ else to say. I ain’t leavin’ until you spill, and when you do, y’re comin’ with me.”

You look at him, pained. It’s a trap, you think. If Toji only knew, he’d be running for the hills instead of trying to track you down.

“Out with it, now.”

You can’t. You can’t tell him. He’ll leave you, he’ll reject you, he’ll turn you away, he’ll never let you see the kids again.

“(Y/n)!”

“I’m pregnant!”

The earth seems to freeze and time seems to slow. You scrunch your eyes, anticipating the worst to come as Toji takes in your words, his tensed expression melting slowly.

You don’t open your eyes to see his reaction. You keep your head ducked and your fists closed as the white noise of nature flutters into relevance. You’re trembling, terrified, and Toji can not move but instead proceeds to stare at you, stunned.

His words about not wanting any more kids run through your mind again as you await his response, and the suspense kills you as you do. You can feel his grip on your shoulder slacken before tightening again, and you are terrified.

He’s going to leave you.

You are quick to step away when the sentiment arises once more, Toji’s hand falling from you arm. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, still unable to look at him. “I’m sorry, I know that you don’t want any more kids. I know, an I thought we were being careful, but- I took five tests. They’re all positive.”

“You’re pregnant?” he echoes, and you still. You knew it. You knew this would happen.

“I told you, Toji,” you exhale. “I told you that I couldn’t tell you, and now everything’s a mess.”

He twitches. “Hold on-“

“Don’t tell me all of a sudden you want kids,” you snap. “I know how strongly you feel about it.”

“So instead of talkin’ to me, you were gonna leave? Knocked up? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“What other choice do I have?!” you cry. “You don’t want more kids, and if I kept it, it would only be a nuisance to you. And Megumi and Tsumiki?”

He scrunches his face. “What about ‘em?”

“How do you think they’d feel if the woman you’re dating after their mother died surprised them with a new baby? They’d be crushed!” you say shakily as salty tears well in your eyes again. “I can’t overstep your boundaries. I just can’t. It’s easier for me to go.”

“And do what, (Y/n)? Raise a kid on your own without any help?”

“I can’t bare you leaving me!” you suddenly confess, tear striking past your cheek.

Toji examines you and frowns. “What are y’talkin’ about? You’re tryin’ to leave me!”

“So I can prevent the inevitable from happening,” you huff. “I’m okay with it. I’ve made peace with everything. That’s why you need to just let me go-“

“After everythin’, you think I’d throw you away because you’re pregnant with my kid?” Toji says incredulously. You falter, for you had been so sure of his reaction before. “You think that low of me?”

“No, but I want you to have what you want.”

“What I want is you, you fuckin’ idiot,” he hisses. “All I ever wanted was you, and I can’t fuckin’ believe you’re tryin’ to take that away from me.”

You furrow your brows, confused. “…You’re not mad?”

“Girl, I’m livid,” he scowls. “Not about the damn kid, but because you assumed what I would say before comin’ to me.”

“Toji, you have to understand that I was trying to look out for you.”

“There’s not lookin’ out for me or those kids or makin’ them happy if you’re gone, (Y/n),” he bites. “Who th’fuck put that idea in your head?”

You stammer, tears proceeding to flow down your face as you reel in the reality of the situation. “I… I just thought-“

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Before you can respond, his hand is gripping your wrist and he’s tugging you toward him into his chest. You shake when you fall into him, listening to the pace of his heart rapidly beating against your ear as he breaths quickly against you. Large palms smooth over your head and down to your waist as he holds you tightly, and you notice how desperate his grip is. He’s holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, as though you’ll fly away if his hold is not tight enough.

He tucks his head into your neck, fingers grasping into your shirt, and suddenly the animosity of the moment prior is gone. You’re still trembling, leading Toji to hold you tighter to him.

“Can’t believe you tried to leave,” he murmurs into your hair. “Christ, (Y/n) you’re tryin’ to gimme a heart attack. The fuck is goin’ on with you.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chest, looking off sadly. “I thought you’d be upset about it. I didn’t want you to know.”

“I should know about any and every single thing that’s goin’ on with you, y’hear me? This ain’t no exception.”

A weight flutters from your shoulders as you sink into Toji’s head, silent tears streaming for the life you almost sacrificed. “What are we gonna do?”

“I dunno,” he mumbles. “But we’ll figure it out. As a team. Alright?”

You nod meekly. “Okay.”

He groans, pressing himself impossibly further to you. “That letter… fuck, don’t do that shit. Don’t fuckin’ scare me like that. Without you, I ain’t shit- pregnant or not. And those kids would adore another sibling if you were bringing it into this world. Don’t say that shit about them again either. They need ya. We need ya.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine again, Toji’s hand stroking over your back soothingly.

“It’s okay,” he grumbles. “We’ll figure it out.”

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darkstaria · 7 months ago

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Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU.

Chapter 1:

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Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Dark pupils watched from the ceiling, their gaze affixed upon you. You sighed, deciding to ignore its presence.

An aggravated chitter interrupted you. Pausing, you watched as a little green bird jumped out of the bat’s shadow. It paced towards you, making a small leap to land on your outstretched finger. You smiled, extending your hand to pet the top of its head. The bird took a moment to consider the moment, head tilting with its beak outstretched as if it intended to bite you. It seemed to decide on sparing your finger, allowing you to give the bird some pets on the head.

However, it was time to resume your work. You turned back to your computer, a dismissal. The bird didn't like that. A quick flash, and the bird tittered about on your keyboard, messing up your setup.

“Robin!” You snap, reaching out as if to push the bird away.

You sighed. You disliked calling the bird Robin. It was the correct species, despite the bird being green, so it made sense to use the name. But.. you hated the connection it created between your soul bonded animals and the vigilantes of the city. Unfortunately, the bird didn't answer to any other name. You've tried.

The other robins were so much more agreeable than this newer one. Well, not that you could even call those three robin anymore. The newer robin was very possessive of the name, and you'd rather not have to search your room for more stray feathers that flew off in their next fight. Your soul animals were such a pain.

The flutter of wings distracts you from your musings. You look up, finding the very bat you had been so cautiously avoiding earlier descend onto your desk. The bat chirped a little, with the robin occasionally replying back with chirps of its own. They were having their own conversation.

You decided you were owed a break already, so you gave up on your dreams of getting work done in lieu of watching the ongoing conversation. It was rare for soul animals to talk. They didn't need to. Due to the nature of a soul bond, soul animals act on the innermost feelings of the soul they represent. The bond connects souls, so soul animals, which are a manifestation of the bond, are already intune with their soulmates.

The only instance in which soul animals did tend to talk, was if the soulmates themselves were talking.

Robin chittured with a snap, the bat in return giving a controlled chirr.

Oooh. You thought to yourself. This sounds like an argument. You wondered what it was about. Maybe Robin pecked one too many victims, or caused a mess again.

Ah. You were thinking of your bonded as just animals again. To be fair, it was fairly easy. The only things you knew of your soulmates were because of how the animals acted. Anything else, and you were in the dark. That's how you wanted to think, anyway.

Maybe while they were distracted… You scoot back a little in your chair, until you figure you’re out of their line of sight. You make for the door, tipping out of your seat as quietly as you can. You're almost out the door when a weight settles itself on your head.

You sigh.

“Robin. Get off me, please.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the presence doesn't budge. Obliging, you reach up to your head, feeling the bird’s little feet jump onto your hand. Bringing Robin to eye level, you stare at it, unimpressed.

A nearby bat of wings draws you out of your faceoff. Guess sneaking out on your own was too much to ask for, as always.

“Ughhh.” You whine. Your soulmates were going to push you into complete isolation at this rate.

“Fine. You two already know the drill.”

You point at the Bat. “You can never follow me, I mean it. A bat is way too ominous of a soul animal to be flying around. It's just asking for trouble.”

The Bat remains silent, watching. Always, watching. You really hated it sometimes.

In all honesty, a robin wasn't too great of a soul animal to have with you in Gotham either. But your robins came in odd colours, so people didn't always clock that the bird was actually a robin. Sometimes you said that your soul animal was a greenfinch or a swallow. It tended to work, as long as no one looked twice.

A bat was much harder to hide.

“So..”. You give up, gesturing to your bag. “Just get in already, I'll make the trip quick.” You always had to make any outings short with this particular robin. If you spent too long with someone it got snippy. Very, snippy.

The other three robins tended to be a bit more accommodating. Well, not by much.

Robin glides into your bag, a movement of precision and grace. Not for the first time, you wonder what your bonded was like in person.

Deciding to dismiss the thought, you unlatch your door, heading out.

Just another day, with your soulmates.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your parents told you about your birth. You were born to a bat watching your window. It wasn't such a red flag, at first. The maternity ward was flush with newborn babes, so your parents figured that the bat was bound to another child. It was what they had hoped for, anyway.

Plenty of children weren't born with soulbonds. It wasn't a concern. They could be the elder of a bond. Or, they could have a delayed bond. They weren't concerned.

But… then it followed you home. Your parents settled you down, snug in your crib. When they next came to check up upon you, it was there. Perched upon the crib, watching you. When they next blinked, it was gone.

The very next day, your parents awoke to the Bat watching you again. But this time, a smaller bird was snuggled to your sleeping face. It clung to you all day, refusing to disappear when they appeared like the Bat did. It was… very mouthy.

They had assumed this to be a good development, everyone knew The Night worked alone. They were happy.

They were happy, even when another robin appeared the subsequent day. A scruffy one, snappy. Its feathers were still growing out. Young.

Perhaps they should have expected then, that the dawn the next new day would bring another little bird to your crib. The youngest one, a nestling still developing pin feathers. Despite its age, it held a keen gaze at them.

There weren't any more animals that appeared after that. So they hid any evidence of the Bat, and instead allowed you to grow up freely with your three birds.

The Bat was evidently the oldest in your soulbond. It was protective, almost parental, in its movements. It had a sixth sense for when you were in any danger, always emerging from the shadows with perfect timing. If a bat wasn't such a symbolic image in Gotham, you'd probably be more appreciative of its efforts.

The eldest bird was silly, performing aerial tricks and jumps that always brightened your day. It was keen, focusing on you whenever you felt down. It had the uncanny ability to appear whenever you were under the weather. When you said the word robin, it snapped to attention.

You decided to call it Robin.

The second bird was protective. It wasn't as loud as the eldest, but there was a spark of kindness in its gaze. Originally the bird was a lot rougher, but it started to calm down a few years in. Became stable. It always seemed to find you when you got stuck on homework, or landed on your shoulder whenever you flipped through a book.

The third bird was small. You assumed it was only a year or two older than you, due to how the bird’s feathers grew in. It wasn't as affectionate as the other two. Solitary, it often lingered in the shade. It watched you. It watched your other soul animals too, when they appeared. It seemed a little tired. It took you a bit, but eventually you realised it was lonely. After that, you always had a comforting word.

That is… until the Batman gained a partner. A boy decked out in green and yellow, the same feathers on your eldest bird. The vigilante called itself Robin.

As the duo gained notoriety, you were hidden more and more. There was danger in soulbonds, and nothing was more dangerous than vigilantes.

Robin became Nightwing. Your eldest bird grew in blue feathers. The bird stopped responding to its name. A new boy became Robin. You spotted green and yellow feathers growing in on your second bird. It started answering to Robin.

You knew who your soulmates were. After that, it was no secret. Not to you, not to your parents.

Your parents weren't happy anymore. But you were safe. They could be content with that. They considered reaching out. The evidence was obvious, they knew it, and you knew it. Maybe you could be even safer, if the Batman knew where you were.

And then you watched your Robin die.

The little bird had been stuck to you recently, seeming to be in an argument with the Bat. When in conflict, soul animals gravitated to those they weren't in disparity with, and this was nothing unfamiliar to you.

You had been stroking the little bird, as it rested on your lap. But then it jumped. It started shaking. It started crying. Bleeding.

You panicked. You tried to comfort it, to whisper caring words, to give a reassuring touch. You were young, you didn't know what to do. There was nothing you could do.

When a soulmate dies, the soul animal dies too.

The little Robin died, crying in your lap.

You had never looked at vigilantes the same way again.

There was no point in denial, not after that. Your bat became the Bat, the eldest robin named Wing. A few days later, your youngest soul animal developed new feathers. Green… and red. You didn't have a name for the bird, but you suspected you would soon.

You took a week off school.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Please be quiet, this time.” You muttered down to the green bird resting in your bag. It started at you with a condescending gaze. Ugh. Younger soulmates.

You'd sigh, but you've been doing that far too much lately as is.

Time to get this over with.

You enter the supermarket, one of your very few weekly outings. You start perusing the shelves, picking out what was in your list. As you're walking though, you hear a frustrated bark. You peak out from the shelves, spotting a lone woman tugging a leashed dog along.

Ah. You knew what this was. Everyone did. The other shoppers in the store paused too, staring at what was going on.

It was a rejected bond. When feelings between single soulbonded individuals become too bitter, the soul animal dissipates. Well, it was supposed to, and then reappear when feelings improve. But if the animal was constrained in some manner, then the animal can't disappear and is forced to remain in a physical form.

Judging from the leash on the dog’s neck, this was that same scenario. It was rather bold of the woman to bring the soul animal out in public if it was rejecting her like this. Almost brave.

Gothamites rarely helped each other, but things became a little sensitive with soul animals. You wouldn't be too surprised if there wasn't at least one attempt to free the dog today. It certainly caught attention. It could even catch.. vigilante attention.

You frowned. It was a shame to cut one of your few outings short. Sometimes there was no alternative though. You certainly wouldn't be sticking around.

You jumped at the sound of a shriek, eyes darting down to your bag where Robin rested. Robin glared venomously at your shoulder, and you glanced at it.

Your shoulder where… Ah. That would do it. Your shoulder where Red rested. Your third robin. You felt like crying. Why, why this pair?

You didn't even feel the bird as it appeared. Was that a testament to Red's stealth or your lacking observational skills?

Robin glared daggers at Red, practically hissing. You didn't even know birds could hiss. Red paid him no mind, instead looking very settled on your shoulder. The bird even snuggled your face a little. What a smug guy.

Another bark caught your attention. You glanced forward, remembering the scene. Your soul animal’s squabbling would draw too much attention. If any of the vigilantes were watching, you'd be in trouble. One robin soul animal was potentially excusable. But two? That would get you caught.

You tried to shush the two, a small signal for them to knock it off. Naturally, because it was these two, they ignored you. You groaned. This was far too public.

You grabbed Red, snatching him off your shoulder as gently as you could. Placing him gently into your shoulder bag, you tried your best to pretend the resulting screech from Robin wasn’t noticeable. The flap of your bag was closed, so no one could spot them… They could certainly hear if they came close enough though.

Time to leave. You paid for what you picked up and dashed out. The sight of rejected soulmates was generally considered disturbing, so anyone watching could just attribute your rush to that.

Were you paranoid?

Mayhaps a little.

You've justified it by the fact that you're probably soulmates with Batman and 4 robins, so paranoia is practically a requirement for your soul.

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Hello ^ ^ welcome to my soulmate au! I do hope you enjoyed.

If you have any questions about the au, please feel free to reach out :D

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 month ago

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Giving Kurapika so many kisses that his face is all red and his breathing is starting to pick up…

“Angel, I can’t take much more…” he murmurs as you plant another kiss on his cheek, then his eyelid.

“Too much…”

You pout slightly, leaning in for another.

“Not too much, you need a lot more, okay?”

When you place your lips on his, he melts and can’t hold back. Kurapika grabs your hips, pulling you into his lap as his tongue slips into your mouth.

“Alright, I’ll take everything I want, then.”

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bakugokemkatsuki · 1 year ago

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Wrath (Angst Version)

Levi Ackerman x Reader

**Genre: Angsty but not to bad **Note: Reader is not gendered **Key: Y/N-Your Name Colors: Levi, YN (Talking) **Word Count: 551

Levi Ackerman is what many would call frightening. He was on the shorter side but if anything, that only added to his intimidating demeanor. Everyone knew not to cross him and when they did his punishments were by far the most horrible of anyone’s. Luckily as long as you did as you were told and kept everything perfectly clean, he wasn’t bad. Honestly, he wasn’t a bad guy once you got down to it. He had just been through a lot. Levi was your captain and for the most part you were a good soldier and had been one of the few people to have not had to bear his wrath. You quite liked Levi and as far as people go, and he tolerated you more than most. It helped that you found him to be quite attractive. You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a bit of a crush on your captain. Knowing Levi, he didn’t do relationships. He only had one goal, to slay every titan. So, you buried your feelings and kept everything on a professional level at least until today. Today you had been slacking off during training and Levi was quick to notice. After training Levi confronted you and demanded some extra one on one training during dinner as your punishment. You were just grateful it wasn’t stable duties. Those were the worst. When the time came you went to the training field where Levi was already waiting for you. “So, you finally show up.” “I’m still five minutes early captain.” Levi gave you a small tch and training began. Not long into training Levi could see you weren’t really trying and decided to talk to you. Talking didn’t seem to work and you seemed unbothered. He decided to take you on with hand-to-hand combat instead, and within moments you were pinned under him on the ground. “Trying to scare me by overpowering me huh captain. Too bad I’m not scared of you.” “ Oh is that so? Well then why is your heart beating so fast?” You suddenly noticed just how close the two of you were, you could feel his breath fan you face as he spoke. Without thinking you say, “Well because you’re cute.”. Shocked Levi gets off you and helps you up not saying anything. “Levi I’m sorry! That was inappropriate and I shouldn’t have said that.” After another pause Levi finally spoke. “Y/N… Be honest with me. Do you have feelings for me?” You take a deep breath before replying. “Yes Levi, I like you.” “Y/N… Don’t… Don’t do that to yourself.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t fall for me… I only have one goal and that is to kill all of the titans. I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression of more.” Your voice began to shake while holding back tears, “No I knew that from the beginning. That’s why I never said anything. Anyways I think I should go. So sorry Captain… Please at least let me stay in for squad.” “Sure Y/N. And um.. You deserve happiness and a future. Don’t give up on that for me.” You ended up skipping dinner that night and cried before starting to pick up all the broken pieces and focus on the goal ahead. Freeing humanity.

**Note: I was trying something new out with this story and the talking lines being color coded and bold. LMK what y'all think of that or if you'd prefer I just left it normal.

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almost-peterparker · 4 months ago

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Possible

Chapter 4

Word Count: 4163 //TW// abuse, strong language, violence, gore, etc. Also, the plot is going to be based on the manga!

It had been a bit since the Elizabeth debacle, and now you observed the servants (including Mara) devising a plan to halt the ongoing rat infestation. Baldroy had inspected the wires and was now voicing his discontent. "There's been an unusual number this year," Mey Rin whispered under her breath.

"It might just be because of the manor's location," you suggest, noticing a rat darting across the floor. Finny notices too and shouts, "Rat sighted!" He seizes a nearby bust statue and hurls it at the rodent. You hastily retreat a few steps to avoid the flying debris. "What the hell?!" you exclaim once the dust clears. Finny, looking embarrassed, rubs the back of his head and mutters, "Oops, it got away."

"Is that all you have to say?" you exhale sharply, Baldroy sharing your sentiment. Mara chimes in, "Have you guys attempted anything besides hurling statues at them? It can't be that hard." Bard nods in concurrence, "She's got a point! Direct confrontation is futile; we need to think strategically!" he declares, tapping his temple. "We must observe our foe and anticipate their moves," he affirms, nodding to himself. "Here's my plan—we use this!" he announces, producing a pot of his food as if from thin air. The anime logic of this world never ceases to amaze you. "On the battlefield, hunger is your worst enemy," he states with conviction.

"Hey, Bard." You speak after hearing this. He glances in your direction, "You are aware that these are rats and you're not physically fighting them, right? It's important to me that you know that." It seemed that everyone ignored your logic because Finny pulled out a cat and declared that the cat was part of his method, he also pulled a cat costume out of nowhere. "This'll scare the rat right out of the manor!" he grins at his idea.

Mey Rin motions down the hall, revealing literal dozens of mouse traps. You stare at the mouse traps, awestruck at how they were placed so quickly. "Again, the hall is now blocked by traps. what if another mouse comes along and you have to chase it?" You question, feeling like the only rational person here. Mara slaps you on the back. "Come on now (Y/n)! Have you never had to catch mice? It's difficult." She says, still missing your point. Before you can even respond, the mouse bounds past.

"Look there it is!" Finny exclaims as the others follow suit. This leads to Mara also joining in on the chaos. Tanaka is wielding a net as Mey Rin somehow ends up with mouse traps attached to her; Baldroy and Finny can't seem to stop crashing into each other. You watch as Mara runs along with them. She is running and unfortunately, she trips, and a mouse trap catches her hand. "It's got me!" She exclaims as you burst out laughing. This is the moment that Sebastian appears. You can only imagine how he feels seeing Bard running around with food, two of the five of you covered in mouse traps, and Finny running around in a costume. Not to mention that you were still laughing at your friend.

Sebastian's exhale halts your laughter. "What are all of you doing?" he asks, resembling a greatly disappointed father. His gaze shifts towards you. You shrug, wondering if he expected you to be the mature one. Sebastian seems to exhale at your gesticulation as well. Before he can utter another word, Bard speaks, "We're capturing the rats!" Sebastian turns his head to glance behind him as Ciel approaches. "Young Master." Ciel chooses to not acknowledge the chaos unfolding as he instructs Sebastian to ready a carriage for one of his guests whose name you couldn't bother remembering. Sebastian places his hand on his chest and flashes a closed-eyed smile as he agrees, "Of course. When I finish the preparations, I shall bring your afternoon tea to you. I have prepared apple and raisin dip pie for today's snack."

Ciel hums before glancing toward the servants. Choosing to ignore the chaos, his gaze lands on you. "(Y/n), between you and your friend, you are the more competent one. Do you have your 'cellular phone' with you at the moment?" he inquires. You pat your pockets, feeling the familiar weight, you nod in response, "Yup."

"Alright, let's go to my study. I'd like you to demonstrate how it functions, to the best of your knowledge, of course." He speaks. You had explained to him a few days prior that neither Mara nor you had invented it so you couldn't explain everything about it. "You got it." You respond, following him. The last thing you can hear before rounding a corner is another mouse trap snapping and Mara screaming again.

After a prolonged silence as the two of you walk down to his study, you arrive. He steps inside, you can hear him murmuring about how the manor will never have peace. He walks around his desk and out of nowhere you watch a man grab Ciel by the face, holding a cloth over his mouth. "Fucking come on now..." you grumble, the man looks up in your direction. You watch Ciel pass out, this is when you notice that he is also wielding a gun. "Damn, why Couldn't I have I just paid attention when Mara turned this anime on?" You mutter before the man points the gun at you. "You can either come peacefully or not so peacefully." He motions toward his gun. You sigh, knowing that if you fought him back, there's more than likely at least one other guy somewhere near so you'd not only be putting yourself in danger but also Ciel. You place your hands up in surrender. After all, you were a thief, not a superhero. "Bloody hell," the man mutters, "didn't think there'd be more than the boy." Unfortunately for you, you were right about a second person being present. You're soon aware that your fate is similar to Ciel's as a rag is thrown across your face. 'Damn it, Sebastian better fix this' is the last thought you have before you feel yourself slip into unconsciousness.

You awake to blinding lights and speaking. You look up to see a man with a scar across his face speaking about Ciel. You are aware that your movements are being restricted by what seems to be belts. You glance over to see Ciel having similar bindings on him. You huff as you silently begin working your way out of them. You weren't going to move unless necessary though. If you did, both of you would probably be at risk. You sigh, 'Why am I literally always in these predicaments? Is this karma?' As you begin to free yourself, the man, who you now remember as being Azzurro, begins speaking again.

"You know, the Italian Mafia finds this country bothersome. It really is a pain." Azzurro utters, glancing in Ciel's direction. You opted to remain silent and watch as he spoke, knowing that your mouth might be the death of you. After all, you were most definitely not as important as Ciel here. He scoffs, "All the English and their damn tea-stained heads. Think about it," He grins, "What's beneficial in the market for us? It's not cleaning up or carrying things, nor women, nor spare parts. It's drugs." His grin falters, "Though thanks to the watchdogs, since we arrived, we haven't been able to catch a single scent."

'It was an order from the Queen not to let dealers do as they please with their drugs." Ciel stated, keeping his cold-eyed glance on the man. The man rolls his eyes, "Come on, don't be so stubborn. This is why I hate the English. 'The Queen, the Queen, that's all you ever talk about. In the end, aren't we just sides of the same coin? I want us to cooperate a bit."

"It's not like you're any better." You grumble causing the man's eyes to snap towards you. "Ah, so she speaks!" He approaches you and crouches in front of you. "I was worried my men damaged your pretty face. Now you," He grins, grabbing your face with a hand. "Could be worth something too." "Unhand my servant, I have no intentions of conspiring with a filthy rat," Ciel says, casting a glare at the man. "I've left orders about your key. If I don't come back, my servants will be sure that the authorities get it."

Azzurro stands and glares at him before pulling out a gun and pointing it at Ciel. "If you don't tell me where it is then I'll start having your servants killed one by one!" He threatens. Ciel merely smiles in response, "Oh I think they'll be alright, but you better hope your dogs know how to play fetch."

'That cocky little shithead.' You think as you watch Azzurro raise his foot to kick Ciel. Out of instinct, you throw yourself in front of him to take the impact. Rich or not, Ciel was just a kid and you'd be damned if you stood by and let a grown man strike him like many others had done to you.

Now this probably wasn't a bright moment for you as his foot went directly to your face. Azzurro growled, now seeing that you were obviously almost unbounded. For extra measure he kicked you in the stomach, knocking the breath out of you as you involuntarily curled in on yourself for protection. He then leaned down and tightened the braces on you until it was honestly a little bit on the painful side of things. "You filthy bitch," Azzuro growled at you before turning around and grabbing his phone. As he did this you glanced up at Ciel from your spot by his feet, "Hey you okay up there?" You asked quietly. Ciel nods, he was clearly caught off guard by your actions. "Why did you do that? I would have been fine." He questions, the frown returning to his face. "Hey I'm the bodyguard, remember? I'm here to protect and serve as a Phantomhive servant." You grin at him. You knew that if you told him, it was because he was just a thirteen-year-old boy and you didn't tolerate child abuse, he'd probably kick you himself.

"Negotiations are off, kill him now!" You hear Azzurro speak very loudly into the phone. He put the phone down and turned to the two of you, grinning. "we'll see how tough the Queen's mutt is when all of his servants are killed."

You glance up towards Ciel who doesn't look the slightest bit concerned. After a moment Azzurro's phone rings. He places it to his ear and after a lull, he exclaims, "What do you mean you failed? You useless bastards! I knew I should've never hired scum like you! Return immediately!"

Azzurro then pulls the phone away from his ear and you can hear the men he's talking to screaming and talking, though you can't make anything out from where you're at. "Hey, what's going on over there?!' He yells back into the phone.

You knew that Ciel was on the verge of speaking, which would inevitably lead to his beating. Glancing at him, you shook your head in warning. "Looks like the game of fetch failed," he remarked, disregarding your silent appeal. This was going to be painful. "Yeah, maybe your men are just as incompetent as you are," you retorted, gazing up from your position on the floor. You hoped that by speaking up, he would shift his attention to you. After all, you knew you could handle a few hits. You were no stranger to situations like this.

Unfortunately, Ciel still had to take a blow, but you took many more. "You damned brat, just keep your mouth shut. And you, woman" he snarls as he lands his final kick, "Did no one ever teach you your place among men?" He growls, and you merely groan in response. He then strides over and snatches his phone again, "If one of you two mongrels doesn't respond, I'll kill you!" He shouts. He is about to speak but cuts himself off. Your head feels fuzzy from receiving several kicks, and your ears are ringing, making it difficult to hear the conversation. But you can see Azzurro looking at Ciel, who was still able to face him, with a horrified expression. "Woof," Ciel states with a smirk. As your ears ring, you can faintly make out Sebastian's voice. "Understood I assume (Y/n) is with you as well. I will be there to get you momentarily. Do try to keep her from speaking too much."

The line goes dead after that. You huff, of course, he jabs at you in a situation like this. Azzurro then begins shouting orders to his men about securing the place because of Ciel's guard dog. You sigh, you really wanted out of these restraints, but you also really didn't want to be beaten again. Alas, you decide it's for the best as you loosen your restraints. You lift your head to look at Ciel. "Man, Ciel. This is ass, you're lucky you have Sebastian. I'd loosen your restraints too, but it would ruin my master plan." You state as you soon hear gunfire. "Ciel glances at your battered face, raising a brow but not saying anything. "What? Am I too ugly to talk to now, come on man." Ciel sighs in response, "No I just believe you are an idiot for doing what you did." "Hey, I may be stupid but at least we know I'm a good distraction. You're lucky I knew to keep my mouth closed too. Usually, I'm equivalent to Deadpool in these situations" You laugh, before putting your head back on the ground, muttering to yourself. "I'm going to feel this tomorrow, like a bad gym day."

You see Azzurro point his gun towards the door expectedly as he waits to see who has been causing all the chaos. Not too long after, you can hear shoes clicking, Sebastian opens the door and steps into the room. He turns his gaze towards Ciel and then you, making eye contact with him. You flash your teeth in a grin, to which he sighs. "I am here to retrieve my master and fellow servant." He speaks as he bows. Azzurro seems surprised, "I was expecting a superhuman, not a butler in a tailcoat. Who are you really?" He questions, making sure to stay next to Ciel as he nudges your body behind him with his foot. You grunt as he continues speaking, "Are you a killer hired by the Phantomhives or an undercover officer? There's no way you're merely a butler. Regardless, if you want to save him, you'll have to go through me." Azzurro grabs Ciel and presses the gun to his head. "Wouldn't want your master to have a hole in his head, would you?

Sebastian glances down as he sees Azzurro push you back with his foot before returning his eyes to the man, "No, I am simply one hell of a butler. I assure you. Please refrain from causing unnecessary damage to the Phantomhive servants. After all, I have what you want." He says as he reaches into his tailcoat to pull out the key.

Almost immediately, a bullet flies through Sebastian's head. You cringe seeing the many others then fly through his body. But now that you are behind him, you can see Azzurro has a gun tucked in his pant line. He starts laughing as Sebastian falls to the ground, stating that he's won. He then turns to Ciel, "I won't hurt you; your organs are worth a lot. Not to mention you have plenty of enemies, I don't think you'll be alive much longer." He tauntingly presses the gun to Ciel's forehead. You use this moment to stand and use your skills to grab his spare gun without him even being aware. You firmly press it to the back of his head, "Unless you wanna take a deep breath through your fucking forehead, I'd reconsider your next words." You state, seeing the man freeze. Ciel smirks from his place before saying, "How much longer do you plan to play dead?"

"Not long," Sebastian states as he begins to stand. Azzurro doesn't speak since your gun is against his skull. "Who would've known that technology would improve this much? It's incomparable to a century ago. Guns today can shoot so many more bullets." He chuckles as he then spits out the bullets that were shot into him.

"Gross but wait till you see them in my time." You say as Sebastian flings the bullets towards the men who shot him, killing them. Sebastian then pulls the end of his tailcoat out and frowns. "Oh dear," he states, "Look what you've done to a perfectly good tailcoat." You can barely see Ciel roll his eye as he scoffs, "Idiot. You could have avoided that, are you still going to play around?" Sebastian then looks at Ciel, "Master, how unfortunate, it seems they haven't taken very good care of you, though Miss (Y/n) seems to have taken more damage. But alright," he smirks as he wipes the blood from his mouth, "I'll be serious this time. But it's been so long since I've had any fun."

Azzurro begins to yell, seemingly forgetting that you're holding a gun to his head. "You step any closer and I'll blow his brains out!" In response, you casually clear your throat while pulling the hammer on the pistol back and clicking it into place. "Remember the whole forehead breathing thing? Yeah? It still applies here." You say. Sebastian grins a bit as he steps forward. Azzurro starts to panic, "I don't care that the bitch has a gun to my head I'll still shoot him before you can blink!"

"Sebastian, I order you to come save me." Ciel states, ignoring Azzurro.

Azzurro pulls his trigger and before you have time to do the same, Sebastian is right next to you, smirking as he always is and holding the bullet. "This...This is impossible!" Azzurro states, baffled. "Should I..?" you motion to the gun in your hand.

"That's quite alright (Y/n) you've done enough. Allow me to help return the favor." He responds before speaking to Azzurro, "I believe you dropped this." He places the bullet into Azzurro's breast pocket and his arm is immediately mangled.

He grabs Ciel and places him to the side Azzurro is rambling about not dying while trying to recruit Sebastian. Sebastian ignores him and shifts his eyes in your direction, looking you up and down before speaking, "Are you capable of walking?"

You glance down, "Yeah he got me pretty good but I should be okay."

"Brilliant, I believe it's best for you to step out of the room." He states, you nod, "Yeah I agree."

You begin to limp towards the door, you decide you're going to keep the gun. As you turn the safety on and pocket it, Azzurro grabs your ankle with his one good hand, "Please I don't want to die here...!" You stare at the man and Sebastian slams his foot down onto Azzurro's arm, "Don't touch her with your filthy hands." He states before looking at you, "As quick as possible would be preferable."

You nod and walk out as quickly as you can, closing the doors behind you. You walk across the hall and slide your back down to sit on the ground. "Damn it's been a long day, Mara is going to die considering the hardest part of her day has been deciding to eat a pie or not." You grumble as you put your head back against the wall. You yawn, "Man this is exhausting." You feel your eyes start to close.

Unfortunately, Azzurro's scream stops your blissful fall into sleep.

Shortly after, the duo walks out into the hall. You look at them, eyes half-lidded. "Go team," you say unenthusiastically.

"My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Sebastian says causing you to roll your eyes in response. "Can it, I don't need your commentary right now." You grumble. Sebastian walks towards you, crouching down to pick you up. "excuse me, what the fuck are you doing?" you glare at the demon.

"Alright, up we go," he says as he hoists you up. You writhe a bit in his arms, "I swear if you don't put me down, I'll send your ass straight back to hell, I've watched supernatural I know how to exorcise!" You exclaim, he merely tsk's.

"I ordered him to, now keep quiet," Ciel grumbles flatly.

You glare at the boy too before settling. You lay your head against him before finally dozing off.

Just as soon as you fall asleep, you're awoken by Mara's annoyingly loud voice. You open your eyes to see the manor, forgetting Sebastian is holding you. "(Y/n)! Where have you been?! Were you pickpocketing and got beaten up again? Is that why you're so battered?" You'd be more annoyed if she wasn't practically bawling over this. The other servants were fawning over Ciel as well. You sigh, knowing not to say anything around the other servants. "Sure was, silly me," you grumble. Sebastian carries you inside, and Mara follows, loudly. "(Y/n), would you like me to carry you to your room or would you like to walk?" He asks.

You glance at the stares before sighing, "You already carried me here, may as well carry me to my room too."

"Very well." He responds curtly before carrying you up the stairs. As he arrived outside of your room, he turned to Mara. "I'd like to talk to Lady (Y/n) alone for a moment if you wouldn't mind waiting out here." Mara narrowed her eyes before agreeing, still slightly distraught at your state.

Sebastian walks into your room, closing the door behind him before placing you on your bed. You look at him suspiciously, "You're not going to like kill me or something...right?" Sebastian looks at you, "Of course not. I merely wanted to thank you for taking so much of the damage and protecting my master. He would never thank you. But I find it admirable that though you're not obliged you still put yourself in harm's way, going so far as to pull a gun on a man who was already wielding one."

You stare at him blankly for a minute, "And... you would? A demon. Thanking me. I think Azzurro actually did kill me. I'm dead and this is hell, makes sense."

This, again, elicits a chuckle from the demon, "I assure you this is not Hell and I am not as cruel as you think me to be. Alright, I'll leave you to your rest, Lady Mara's ear is against the door anyhow, so if you need me, you merely need to call, and I'll be here." He bows before smirking at you and quickly opening the door, causing Mara to fall into the room. "I'll bring dinner up when it is ready." Is the last this the butler says before he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Mara runs to your side, examining you. "Mara, I swear to you I'm fine," you state. She looks at you, nodding after being sure you were absolutely sure. Her mood then completely flips. "Oh my God! You just got to go through a plot point!" You sigh, "It was painful."

"Painful or not, tell me everything!" She basically demands. You tell her everything, including the smackdown you took. You try to be as detailed as possible, knowing that she'd keep asking questions. "Hm, in the manga he calls Azzurro filthy for touching Ciel, how odd. That leads me to also wonder if we're in an anime or manga timeline. There's a pretty big difference. Like Alois and Claude are exclusive to the anime." Mara states, pausing, "God I hope this is the manga timeline, I do not want to meet them." You shrug, "Not sure, personally don't really care." You mutter.

"So," Mara starts as you lay your head back on your pillow, "Did Sebastian want to talk to you alone for any reason or...?" She trails off, eyeing you. "Uh yeah. Just to thank me for taking almost all the blows and putting a gun to Azzurro's head." You say, brushing it off.

Mara narrows her eyes at you, humming. "Shipping it." was the last thing she said before getting up, "I'm going to go help finish up dinner, try not to fall out a window or something, okay?" You roll your eyes, "Bitch."

"Oh, I love a supernatural reference. Jerk." She grins as she leaves your room. You roll your eyes and stare at the ceiling until you finally get the sleep you deserve.

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