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twisted-imagines · 4 years ago

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May I request some relationship headcanons (sfw & nsfw) for our Heartslabyul boys?♠♥♣♦

*Slaps the roof of the fic* this bad boy can fit so many words! Almost 17k words. It took much longer to produce than any other of my works, even the savanaclaw hcs you guys loved so much. In my defense, this is almost three times as big and more detailed. I would be grateful if you told me whether it's harder to read or not, now that each point got longer (What a silly writer, asking the readers if they want less content).

Also, I'm not saying I have written a good chunk of confession hcs for each of them before I edited them out, but I kind of did. You might want to keep it in mind when my requests open 😏

Anyway, please enjoy and leave feedback💓 don't let it flop

Heartslabyul relationships headcanons(SFW/NSFW )

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

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• The Crimson Ruler of your heart. While Rosehearts household did as much harm as good to Riddle, it didn't fail to bring up a perfect gentleman. It's very soon that you find out just how charming he can be, while on the quest to court you.

• The thought doesn't visit his head right away, the possibility of him falling in love with you. Riddle knows he likes your company, happy that at least somebody can see things the way he does, while also providing him with valuable input from the other perspective. And he wants to listen to your thoughts, to know more about you. Perhaps that is the reason he invites you to have a tea with him progressively often, or requests you to lend him a hand at caring for his hedgehogs from time to time? And when your own friends, his fellow dorm members, start to see less of you than Riddle does, it's because he just provides for a better company, correct?

• But then, why is it so hard to take away his hand when it accidentally touches yours? Why does he want to hold it so bad? Why his chest won't stop hurting, when he thinks of you, how you would fit in his arms, how your lips would taste against his?...

• It takes quite a long time for him to confess to you, but when he does, it's the most romantic proclamation of love you've ever heard, he's like a prince straight out of fairytales you read in your childhood. Maybe no prince blushes or fidgets like him, but it's obvious Riddle is very sincere and is determined to convey how he really feels about you. It almost sounds like a marriage proposal, with the solemn vows to make you happy, he's very serious about the whole ordeal.

• His manners are always on spot, he treats you with respect his "subjects", Heartslabyul students, see only once in a lifetime. Except for you, only Trey can boast about having special treatment, but even he is not quite on your level; you dare to say you are being pampered by Riddle. Maybe, just maybe, with you he can be more lenient in implementing his rules, and not all mistakes you make have to lead to punishments, especially if "cutting your head off" doesn't really do anything to you.

• But sometimes even you are not safe from his outbursts, though he tries to avoid it as much as possible. He can't let any student, his dorm or not, tamper with rules or slack off for as long as he's the prefect and an honorable student at this college, but at times his temper still gets better of him resulting in Riddle resorting to his old habits.

He actually makes an effort to become a better person, improves himself daily, and wants you to see the results of his work and be proud of your significant other. Any ungraceful scene he causes makes him regret his behavior in the end, and if embarrassment doesn't eat away at him too much, Riddle will search for your encouragement and affirmation that you didn't change your opinion of him and don't think less of him.

If he thinks he overstepped the line he won't show up to face you for some time, as if he placed some rules on himself to not seek your warmth out. It would have been nice to hear an apology from him, alas Riddle is, unfortunately, the type of person who doesn't apologize, simply can't do it. But the punishment he inflicted on himself already seems like a proof of him admitting he was wrong, so maybe just let him off the hook? Dwelling on it won't really bring you two much happiness. You being able to let offenses go is very crucial in your relationships with Riddle.

• Especially, since he's the least likely to do it himself. If it's you who starts an argument, don't expect it to end peacefully. He can't be wrong, no chances of that, he's not going to accept it. You'll have to leave because of how frustrating it is, trying to prove something to him and seeing him already turning red and ignoring you. It's until later, in a quiet of his study, long after you left, that Riddle can think about what you've said. Even if you were wrong, just like he anticipated, Riddle will still come up with some idea or solution, so that you two won't argue further. He's waiting for you to come and apologize to him.

Wait, no, not quite. But rather for you to first find him, beg for an audience with him in his free time and then say your heartfelt apology, with a delicious strawberry tart you brought in hands. He's as petty as that. At least he shares the pastry with you, while he tries to discuss the reason for your quarrel and finally put it to an end.

• Riddle has a strong will to make your relationships work, he cares for you more than he can potentially show. He's subtle, always telling you to dress according to weather, take an umbrella with you, taking you out for lunch and dinner himself, just so you wouldn't forget to eat. It's also very often that Riddle asks you to avoid commotions and not meddle with dangerous business of other dorms. He appreciates your kindness, it rescued him too, but every time something happens in this college you always happen to be in the middle, and it makes him extremely worried. And it would have been better if you came to one of the most talented students in NRC when you needed help. If you told Riddle about your problems.

• Even if it's something little, he wants to know about it. Yes, he knows you are your own, independent person, but it wouldn't hurt to speak to him, especially if it's something he can help with, right? And still, he tries to shoulder more than he should, suddenly prying into your life more frequently, and you can't help but notice the change and eventually point it out. But how else is he supposed to play the role of a responsible, caring boyfriend?! He's confused, he's not used to those feelings. Family. Friends. He has never connected to somebody on such level or felt a romantic attraction to anybody. Do wipe his frustrated tears and tell him, that this kind of controlling behavior is not what you need and there are a lot of other ways to he can show his love for you. And since you're his partner, you should be correct too, especially when it comes to your own life, right?

• It's hard to catch and steal Riddle for yourself during working days, the man has a lot of responsibilities in the college, as a student, as a dorm leader, as a club manager, and so on. But if you remind him that he also has responsibilities as your boyfriends, Riddle will have a hard time declining. As soon as he takes care of all urgent business, you'll become his priority. Too many rules, too many restrictions for him to pay you the attention you deserve, Riddle thinks surprisingly often. How shocking it is to him, when some of them conveniently slip his mind, just when you're about to go on a date. How very generous of him to not hold anyone accountable for violating said rules, when he comes back to the dorm in high spirit and a small smile playing on his lips.

• Riddle's favorite ways to spend his past time with you is to, of course, invite you to have dinner with him, tarts and tea are a must as well as any of your own preferred snacks or drinks since the meaning of all of this is for you both to enjoy yourselves. The time when he mindgames himself is when he welcomes you to the practice of Horseback Riding Club under the pretense that you would be learning too. But see, he has come up with a special regimen for you when you have to sit directly in front or behind him, while either of you has a strong grip on other's waist. Or maybe you two can ride separately, while your horses stride in a peaceful manner. No broken rules in sight, you two just train together, how can somebody say that the infamous Heartslabyul dorm leader is having a date during his club meeting? So maybe listen to your senior, Sebek, stop talking, or rather screaming, back, because your actions violate rules more than Riddle's do.

• He's weak to any show of physical affection, every time you do something mildly romantic he becomes red all over. An amusing sight, truly. Riddle chastises you and tells you to behave yourself, but at first, he has to become less adorable when doing it for you to truly listen to him. If you still continue your onslaught, he surprisingly will not take any action to stop you. He can't bring himself to. He feels so warm and fuzzy, every kiss and hug grounds the reality of just how loved he is and Riddle can't get enough of it.

• Do mind, that he's very strict about PDA. Sorry, rabbit, but no stranger will see more then you two holding hands while in public. That's a rule and you already know how strict he is about them. He has to remain composed while going on with his day and there's also quite a reputation Heartslabyul dorm leader has to uphold. Riddle can't let anybody see him being all mushy and lovey-dovey with his s/o, you shouldn't even think about tempting him for he will get angry.

• Not much into spooning, but Riddle is not against hugging in general. He prefers to lay side by side after the working day, play with your fingers and chat about what kind of surprises Night Raven College has cooked up for you today, or some interests either you or he picked up recently. It doesn't matter, really, it can be some meaningless chat and he will still be satisfied, as long as it's you. If the atmosphere is more romantic, in that case, he might beckon you closer for you to rest on his chest, while he lovingly caresses your head.

• Kissing is a whole new level for Riddle and it takes some time before he's ready to transit to this stage of your relationship. Chances are, you will be the one patiently anticipating until he's ready, but the wait is worthwhile. He's both planned it and did not. You are having a great time in his dorm long after the classes and tasks of dorm leader end, enjoying each other's company while sharing your favorite desserts. Although Riddle knows he has to abide by the curfew just like any other student, it physically pains him to let you go out of his embrace. It's just the two of you, and you can see the longing in his eyes until his face is impossibly close, his lips on yours. It's sweet, with a note of sourness, just like the strawberry tart he's eaten prior. It feels like a dream to Riddle, but as soon as the magic of the moment is gone, he's blushing like crazy. The process of escorting you out of his dorm, unfortunately, has sped up quite a lot, as Riddle could no longer look straight into your eyes anymore, but at least you got to share that experience with him.

From now on kisses become more regular, but Riddle always tries to reserve them for special moments, interrupting Rosehearts while he tries to give you one may result in potential beheading.

• There's always some kind of challenge that life gives you, but hard work always pays off, Riddle knows it the best. He's willing to fight for you and for your relationships, you're already his most trusted confidant. You take up an important role in his life, he wasn't sure existed, but the one he definitely needed.

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• If the first kiss is an event on its own, then what can be said about the first sex? You're frustrated, Riddle is even more frustrated, and not only sexually. But it's his rules that you play by. Riddle sets up a romantic dinner and when he finally leads you to his bed late into the evening you can barely contain your excitement. He's painfully inexperienced, but he was diligent about doing his research so at least he has the basics in his mind. If only using it all in practice was as easy. His face is flaming hot and the sight of your naked, inviting body messes up his thoughts. The experience is sweet and intimate, Riddle pours out his heart to you, it's one of the most vulnerable experiences he's had with you. The physical part will get better over time.

• The more often you become intimate, the more interesting facts you uncover about your boyfriend. Soon enough you'll come to an understanding that your dear lover is of quite a special kind and there were instances you had to adapt to, or rather submit to him.

• Riddle naturally takes up a dominant role in bed, he loves to order you around and make you obey him. You're his lovely rabbit, pretty dove, docile lamb, and get showered with plenty of praise and rewards as long as you serve him obediently. He knows best how to take care of you, so your job is just to listen to his orders and abide by his rules. But you can do this, right, cutie? As long as you do, you'll have the sweetest, most caring and attentive version of Riddle tending to you. Sex and intimacy are not something he takes lightly so he'll try his hardest to make each time unforgettable, the best possible experience for you, especially when a chance to have you just for himself doesn't come often to Riddle.

• He's pretty fair, always repaying you for the pleasure your lovely mouth gives him. It's a treatment not even punishments can take away from you, although if it's the case, you will need to wait until you're forgiven before Riddle descends to give lots of loving to your lower part.

At first, he's not successful at making you orgasm with his mouth only, but he's anything but not determined. He listens to any advice you may give him about your own body and saves this information for later use, each oral better than the last. It will get to the point he won't need even a finger to have you unravel before him. As expected, he's the best, the most talented. He couldn't just let you get ahead of him, could he?

• Which was quite easy, to begin with, considering that at first, you were the one who made him cum just by using your mouth. The moment you take him, he's already panting heavily. One sweep of your tongue and he arches into you, unable to withstand such pleasure. One bob of your head and he's painting the insides of your mouth white. He can't build his resistance up, for the life of his, even when he's hell-bent on not letting you take him over the edge. It's the weakness worth exploiting though, for Riddle will always strive to make it even, of course, by reducing you to the same breathless, blushing state that he's in.

• Not the one whose cock will rearrange your insides or make you choke on it, no matter if he's gentle or not. There's a perfect balance even in his pants. Just perfect. Maybe it's one of the prettiest dicks that a man can possess. Average in size, with the ideal angle and brightest red tip when your boyfriend gets all eager. At times you're not sure if you want to keep marveling at him or appreciate him fully, gliding every ridge and vein with your tongue. Riddle always prefers the latter, guiding you straight to him by your head.

tw: sex toys, punishments • Riddle gives off the impression that he will "behead" you straight away if you dare to do something scandalous in public. And it's right. That breaches any and all rules, even his moral principles, completely unacceptable. He won't ever show that he's aroused if there are other people around. That one time you wore a skimpier outfit and flaunted all day in his dorm went especially bad. The seduction failed miserably, not even once did Riddle look at you. Well, you thought he didn't.

"What was it today? I deduced, a new way to earn yourself a punishment, was it not, my sweet? Well, since you crave it so much you shall receive your "special treatment"."

The collar he has for you is vastly different from the one he gives to other students, so prepare to have it chocking your throat while a very angry and frustrated Riddle has his way with you. He didn't yell or behead anybody once that day, he saved all his pent up anger just for you and he expects you take it all.

tw: bdsm-punishments • For all and any disobedience you show, expect to receive a proper punishment. The idea of punishment itself is very appealing to him. The dynamic, the scene, the choice of words, all of this has the blood rushing to his abdomen. While he loves to give and receive gentle touches, whisper praises into your ear and have you arch for his soft, caring touches, he also wants to hear you cry and moan out loud, see the way you shut your eyes tightly and brace yourself before each of his movement, have you beg for forgiveness, ready to do anything just so he would give you permission to cum. Sometimes, even mistakes that would usually go unnoticed by Riddle, since it is you, or at most required a lengthy lecture for you to endure, will lead to you being pushed onto his bed; a malicious, but oh so pleased expression on his face.

But when he says times and times again, that you can't tease him in public, finish yourself off when he explicitly tells you not to, or make him jealous by batting your eyes at other students and you still do it, that's when the real deal starts. He knows what you're doing that for. You're going to get it and you better be grateful, when you lay later on his bed crying from either overstimulation or broken orgasm, your exhausted body littered with marks from the riding crop he's bought especially for you, to discipline you like a naughty animal that you are. He expects you to learn your lesson and never break the rules he's set, for he has much worse in his stock.

• But if you want to reverse the roles, well... There's a surprise waiting for you - making a submissive Riddle come out is not that hard actually. For sure, he would want to retain the control he has over you, but you cupping his face, placing gentle kisses to his red cheeks while reassuring him that he deserved to just relax and accept your love, makes his knees week. But wait, stern look and a painful grip on his hair work well too, since bad boys need to be punished, and he's been a pretty annoying, arrogant one today.

Point him to his place, now he can address you only with the name you choose, speak only when he's asked to, and cum only when allowed to. And he tries to hold off so hard because he's a good boy, because rules need to be followed, but those cute mewls still spill from his mouth, his thighs tremble before the impending orgasm. Regardless of how well he did, when your session is over, cradle his head to your chest and let him know how much you love and cherish him, and how no matter what he'll always be the best in your eyes, that you're not disappointed with him in any way. He won't stop thanking and saying that he loves you until he's too exhausted to even keep his eyes open. Not burdened by heavy thoughts, expectations, and responsibilities everyone has for him Riddle looks so peaceful, you think to yourself, when he finally drifts off to the sleep, cuddled in your arms.

Deuce Spade ♠

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• If he had just a few more brain cells at his disposal, Deuce would definitely join the "husband material" squad, but his last one died when he tried to confess to you, what a pity. He's adorable and loving boyfriend nonetheless, and treasures you like an apple of an eye. He may be clumsy sometimes, but you can always rely on him, the boy will try his hardest for you.

• Your love story is the embodiment of "friends-to-lovers slow burn" cliche, sponsored mostly by Deuce's own obliviousness. It may actually be looked upon as the story of you crawling your way out of this boy's friendzone, because, that's what you're to him at first. He's so happy he made some real friends, he's going to tell his mother as soon as possible! He doesn't even notice how special you, of all people, are to him. When Deuce tells his family stories about college, they mostly end with him praising or telling something funny about you. Mrs. Spade can only shake her head and snicker at how much information she already knows about her son's future significant other.

All the "inside" jokes in your circle of friends actually belong just to you two. You're the first who gets to see a funny meme he found, an interesting story he heard, know about some problems or hardships that he's going through. Yes, you're definitely his best friend! It's only natural that he feels possessive of you, no? And that he gets grossed out by the idea that you may date somebody else, and then those hugs and happy moments that you two share may stop suddenly, is called for, right?...

• Ace sees all those fleeting touches and puppy looks that Deuce sends your way when it seems like you don't notice. Actually, if he squinted hard enough he would be able to see a tail wagging behind Deuce every time you join them in the morning, or so Trappola thinks. He enjoys seeing you be so dejected by your "friend" status and frequently mocks you for it, but he wants you two to stop being stupid and "gross" and actually becomes the much-needed catalyst for your and Deuce's relationships. Just don't thank him, he won't let you live it down.

• Surprisingly, not much changes, after you start dating, at least not on the surface level. You still hang out with all your friends, go to classes together, get involved in some mess together just like always. But actually, Deuce feels happier, more at ease. He's got a significant other! And you're just perfect, the most loving and kindest. He finally gets to do all this romantic, "couple" stuff he's seen in films or read in books. He's excited to try it all with you, albeit when it's just the two of you. Things that can't include Ace and Grimm should be done without them.

• PDA doesn't go well for the boy, he gets all blushy and nervous, unable to even tell you to stop, because he's just blabbering and stuttering some nonsense. Could you have even predicted that a small kiss on the cheek would make him so flustered? It's a perfect opportunity to tease him if you're ready to treat him to a meal in the cafeteria as an apology later. Hand-holding is a must though, everybody should know that you're with him now, that he's your boyfriend, not any of them.

• He's going to puff out his chest so much, he's so proud to have a partner, someone as incredible as you. You're basically a deity in his eyes, no one can slander you, much less lay a hand on you. Anyone who's stupid enough will make acquaintances with ex-bully Deuce's fists. He can't bring himself to be apologetic after he snaps out, everything he does for you is automatically justified in his mind.

• Protective Deuce is always on duty, ready to defend you. Ask him to tone it down slightly however, if you get uncomfortable, he can get annoying pretty fast. You've somehow dealt with your problems before, he's not bringing much to the table, except for new reasons for a headache. When you tell him this he's going to be startled, he has only best for you in his mind! Reluctantly, he'll comply, but let him have at least some of his "boyfriend duties" - this boy craves validation that he's doing well, just like everybody else does. Deuce wants you to be proud of him, think that he's reliable and dependable. He's eager to help you more than ever.

• As much as he's shy to receive them, Deuce loves kisses! He's not a great kisser, you've bumped your teeth more times than you can count and practicing helps very little, so more often then not he resorts to close-mouthed ones. His cheek kisses are also so...wholesome? It's like a big dose of love is injected into you. When techniques don't do the job, Deuce's goal is to just make you feel loved. He hopes the sentiment is not lost on you, while he promises to get better at kissing.

• When he's especially stressed or tired he treats you like his recharge station. The first opportunity he gets to tackle you, be there some comfortable, flat surface under you, he's going to take it. Deuce doesn't mind to either curl up to your chest, while you softly pat his hair, or envelop you in his arms, just hide you away from the word so he can enjoy your presence. It does stroke his ego when you ask him to spoon you. Look, mama, your son is so reliable and caring! You notice that Deuce often tries to find a way for you not to see his face, "for what reason" is a reasonable question. Probably because this boy has the mushiest, happiest grin on his face and he's not about to show it to you so blatantly. He blushes so hard when you try to see his face, he's so easy to tease, huh.

"It's all your fault, [Y/n]! You're too cute!"

His poor heart can barely take it.

• Deuce is so shocked when you seem mildly irritated at him or bring up some issues you want to discuss. You see it on his face, that he genuinely doesn't know where it came up from, but sometimes you ask yourself whether he's that oblivious or unconsciously tries to dissuade the situation by acting dumb? But whatever it's about, Deuce wants to solve it as peacefully as possible. He avoids any confrontations with you, going as far as just straight-up agreeing to anything just so you would calm down. You doubt he fears you or your wrath, but you didn't think that he held you with such high regard as not to oppose you at all. At least any argument ends before it can possibly start, both of you finding the compromise and moving on.

• It all goes down when he's the one holding grunge though. You won't hear a peep from him, Deuce bottles everything up and gives you the worst cold-shoulder treatment possible, he's downright mean. The change couldn't be more prominent, a whole 180° from loving boyfriend to a snarky stranger you have never met before. You can't pry anything out of him, he refuses to tell and when you can't take it anymore, just wanting your boyfriend back, and either lash out or pressure him harder, he'll snap. It could have been something minor on your end, but because Deuce couldn't bring it up right away and started to overthink, the original reason for his distress blew up to unimaginable proportions. Angry Deuce is intimidating, he's conscious enough not to near you, but it still hurts.

When he eventually comes to his senses he's going to regret his behavior and apologize to you, he didn't have any excuse to treat you so horribly. Deuce didn't want to start an argument in the first place, that's why he kept silent, but soon enough his emotions got better of him. He promises to talk to you if something bothers him or if he feels that your relationships are not working perfectly. Maybe you'll agree for him to treat you to dinner? A nice evening to take your mind off of your quarrel. Those puppy eyes hope you won't say no, but Deuce will respect any way you wish for him to redeem himself.

• As soon as there's a free time in both of your schedules you're going for a date, no questions asked. Deuce is always happy to go out with you, even daydreaming about possible dates that you can have makes him giddy. He's going to research the best spots for a romantic getaway across the whole Twisted Wonderland and if the magic mirror can bring you there, you're definitely going. He hasn't been to most of those places himself, but he's more interested in looking at your reaction, since you didn't know they even existed, coming from an entirely different world.

• College is stressful, trying to be an honor student is even more stressful, especially when he's quite bad at being well-behaved and concentrated all the time too. But, well, those thugs were the ones who started the fight so he's not responsible for it! And he's just so tired right now, he can't cram another spell into his head or otherwise, it's going to explode. When he's at his limits, both physical and moral, he desperately needs your support. Hugs, kisses, praises, a cup of tea and cookies made by you, anything goes to show him that you care and he doesn't have to suffer alone. Your relationships give him strength and boost his confidence quite a lot. You're precious to him and he wants to treasure you for as long as possible. Who knows, maybe those wild dreams of him waiting for you at the altar will eventually come true?

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• Obviously a virgin, not to mention a clueless one too. Even if he's seen some porn or read articles, he's not prepared to become intimate whatsoever. He has been given "the talk" by his mother, he doesn't think anything of it can help him right now, but bits of it play in his mind. His brain is gone with your clothes, Deuce can only stare at your naked body, blushing profusely, which is kind of unnerving. With a little prompting or if you decide to just take the reigns in your hands, your first time can turn out nice, but there's always room for improvement. Do expect a nervous wreck Deuce once again when you finish, because he can't believe he has had sex with you, it's a really emotional moment for him.

• Deuce is pretty vanilla, there are not many kinks that he has, most of them are centered around you anyway, for example seeing you clad in stockings, cute lingerie, or maybe even a maid costume. You on top of him or Deuce being the one on the receiving side of whatever activity you may bring up also gets him going. He's always motivated to make you feel good, show how much he loves you, and is ready to serve you.

•♀️Maybe this boy does have some kinks after all because having you dominating him makes him feel some type of way. You're his dear girlfriend, his Lady, his Mistress, how can he ignore your wishes and commands, it's would be unacceptable, a disgrace to honor pet like Deuce. He'll do anything you want without a fault for just a few praises or your foot stepping on his manhood. He's ready to worship the ground you walk upon, but better bring this eager mouth to your mounds to suck on. He'll let out sweet moans, praising and complimenting you, he's grateful he can just be your baby boy, alone with you, partaking in any pleasure you share with him.

• That one guy who practically has a bright red announcement on his forehead that "he has had a nice fuck last night!". He's unusually pumped up and energized, while also tailing after you like a puppy. To some, more experienced students, it's obvious what you guys have been up to, Ace is especially mean, teasing the hell out of Deuce, but at least Deuce is getting some. Oh, no, guys you're not children, stop fighting~

• Deuce expected for a blowjob to be pleasurable, but in truth, he cannot compare anything to it, it's an entirely different experience altogether. The image of you on your knees, a lewd expression on your face, while you look straight into his eyes with your mouth around his dick, indeed it will stay with him for the longest time, haunting him in his wet dreams. Until you go and blow him once again. He will do anything for a blowjob, both to receive it and after you give it to him, to show how grateful he is.

• He has a slight bias to receiving oral, rather than giving, but purely because he's not very confident in his own skills. He always has a hard time navigating, forgetting your preferences and what usually brings you to your high. His own tempo is pretty slow, movements gentle but persistent, he likes to worship and pay you compliments along the way. Small moans sometimes penetrate his speech; it's his everything, seeing you be satisfied by him. He won't complain if you grab him by his hair and just do with him whatever you seem fit and for as long as you need. Just don't forget he has to breathe, for this dork will try to assure you that he doesn't have to, just so you wouldn't stop.

• Deuce has worked for his reputation, just so he wouldn't be seen as a delinquent anymore, worried about his grades every year to near the "honor student" title, and now you want to place it all on stakes by sneaking your hands down his trousers, saying that nobody will notice anyway? And he can't even tell you to stop, because he knows he will moan as soon as he opens his mouth. "[Y/n], you're a bully now!", Deuce thinks dejected when your hands bring him to one of his fastest orgasms. He doesn't speak with you for the rest of the day, silently hides his red face in your shoulder when somebody tries to ask him about his well-being. No, no, Deuce is perfectly fine, and if he gets sick his kind significant other will bring him to his dorm room at once! Of course, to just worsen his state with those hands and mouth~

Ace Trappola ♥

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• A trickster, there's never a boring moment with Ace. He's not for a fragile heart, you encounter his teasing and not so pleasing remarks now even more often, since you two spend more time with each other as a couple. You're his partner in crime, always there for him when he needs your support, even if he often acts like you're the one who needs him the most.

• When did you even start dating? Was it when he invited you to Monstro Lounge to celebrate your success in the most recent test, and when all other guys "didn't quite make it" and didn't join you? Or maybe when you've spent the entire night in his room, playing card games or reading popular comics and suffering on the morning lessons again together, because you didn't get any sleep? For the longest time, neither of you even thinks of putting a label on your relationships. You hang out with all your friends just as fine as just you two do together. It's light-hearted and fun until it isn't and Ace notices. He has to restrain himself and not touch you in a way a friend wouldn't, not say pick-up lines and things that can be easily misunderstood since you're just friends and it's slowly getting on his nerves. He doesn't think of you as a friend anymore, he doesn't! What to do is unclear to Ace, he becomes snappier and meaner, ruining the day for everyone around him, because he can't figure out what to do with his emotions.

It can go a longer way, with his other friends confronting him, both because they are tired of dealing with his mood swings and worried about Ace. Or you can approach him yourself and solve this problem tête-à-tête, which of course would lead to faster results, much to Ace's surprise, with you ending up legitimately, undoubtedly dating him. He hoped, he hoped so much for such an outcome, but did he really think it would happen? He's talking your ears off with how predictable you are, that it was obvious you were in love with him, but deep down he's thanking whatever or whoever made it possible for him to date you.

• This boy doesn't handle jealousy well. When you're the one being jealous he just shrugs it off, teasing you for being such a worrywart or acting mockingly hurt, that you don't trust him since he's loyal to you only, but when he's not suddenly a center of your attention or somebody else allows themselves to touch and flirt with his significant other, he's livid, not a ghost of a smile on his lips. He's going to just barge in on your conversation with the other person, nearly creating a whole scene, before he whisks you away. Who could have thought that the Ace Trappola could be self-conscious and insecure? Tell him firmly that you've never given him a reason to doubt you, that it can't be more apparent that you love only him. He'll feel ashamed, uttering the quietest "sorry" and demanding affection from you in the same breath. Of course, he knows he's your only one, there are no chances it would be the opposite, just look at him! He just needs you to...hold him and remind him about it, it can sometimes slip his mind.

• Unfortunately, just like most couples you two are not strangers to quarrels or falling out with each other. And when Ace can't solve everything with his happy-go-lucky approach and you're done being forgiving and understanding there's a big storm coming for you. Arguing is impossible with him. Impossibly annoying and exasperating. No matter who starts first, Ace turns into the worst prick ever, he twists your words and ignores all and any attempts of you trying to reason with him. The best defense is an attack, that's clear in his attitude, he's going to turn everything on you and make it seem like you're the one to blame. He's prone to saying very hurtful things in the heat of argument, words he will regret heavily later. But it's going to be later, when he'll have to beg for your forgiveness and think of all possible ways to mend your relationships, at the moment he only wants to shift the blame away from himself, make it seem like he's the only "good guy" here.

No wonder if you get hurt in the aftermath, your boyfriend absolutely can't hold himself accountable for anything. But as soon as Ace notices your offended expression or a first tear he'll shut up immediately. He's suddenly well aware of all the lies he has told you and the realization of just what a jerk he is crushes him. He's going to escape faster then you can utter his name and not show up for at least a couple of days. He's sorry, he really is, and also very ashamed of what he did, but he can't find the words to express it, every time he tries your sad expression surfaces up in his mind.

You surely hate him, don't you? He can't have anything nice, and frankly, he thinks he deserves it. He can't even properly say how much he loves you, and that's after all what you've done for him, how much happier you made him just by reciprocating his feelings. Looking at his pathetic form, a flower bouquet in his hand, eyes not meeting yours, you can only sigh. If you do decide to get it past yourself and propose going out to some nice place, like Monstro Lounge, to sort things out, Ace will practically cry. He will treasure this second chance, hopefully, he won't need any third and fourth.

• Depending on your attitude towards PDA you're either going to absolutely suffer or relinquish in his attention because is this fellow affectionate. Nothing can stop him from kissing your cheek in the middle of the cafeteria or pull you into a hug during the lunch break. Bonus points if you turn red or become embarrassed. Getting irritated kind of checks off in his list as a nice reaction too. No reaction just means that you're cool with his PDA, c'mon, he knows you like it! He can get pretty bold too - impromptu make-out session until somebody screams at you to get a room. This got you a detention a few times, but is he going to stop? No, absolutely not. He reacts very positively if you reciprocate his advances, getting a bit blushy even. It means you're proud to display that you two are dating and that you love him so much that you can't help but kiss or hug him, even when there are other people watching, right? He's going to tease you about it, but actually, he couldn't be more delighted.

• A big spoon, he's going to pout if you try to "baby" him and will say that you look more like a backpack on him, even if you aren't. There are no instances of Ace fitting snugly into your arms because he won't calm down and will even throw a temper tantrum just so he would be the one holding you. Only once you're cuddled up into his chest, you can expect to get your hug and love dose. Well, not before you swat away his hands from your sides and any other ticklish or sensitive spot, Ace is not giving you a break. Chances are you'll have to also take his hands back from under your clothes and lower back. He's having a blast seeing you so irritated! Now if he were to blow in your ear what would you do-

No normal cuddle times with Ace, up until you try to leave him alone or hit him with a pillow into his head. Ace will then catch and restrict your movements, saying that you don't understand jokes at all, and wait for you to melt into his arms once again. Trappola thinks that laying peacefully, while occasionally sharing a kiss or two is nice too, he can stay like this for a long time, just don't abandon him, he doesn't think he will be able to handle losing these precious moments after getting used to them.

• Who knows if Ace had someone before to practice or just gave a hard time to tomatoes in the Botanical Garden, but it's a fact that Ace is very proficient at kissing, and the more you do it, the faster he's able to take your breath away. He's a very fast learner, soon picking up on everything you like, what type of kisses you prefer, where he should place his hands and so on. It's such an ego boost for him to see you flushed, your head dizzy after he separates from you, he can't resist going in for another kiss, successfully roping you into a full make-out session.

• If you think that by dating Ace you will be except from his tricks and pranks, think again. You're his favorite in the entire college, both person and target for teasing. The added bonus is that he actually teaches you some of his skills, tells secrets to some of his "magic tricks", he can't have you losing in card games or anything of that sort to anybody else but him. He will be so angry if you eventually start to beat him too, he complains that you cheat, but you both know that you're just better at cheating than him at this point. He'll have mixed feelings, he's both proud of you and annoyed. If somebody notes to Ace that you've picked up on some of his habits or vice versa he'll boast that, of course, you're a power couple, it's only natural!

• Dates with Ace are spontaneous, or at least he wants you to think so. Each one is actually planned beforehand by him, but he doesn't want to seem "lame" so he plays it cool as if he hasn't been gathering courage the whole day to ask you out. While date places inside the college are pretty limited, outside of it Ace chooses true rare gems, places that you wouldn't be able to find even with a guide or a tourist map. How does he know about them, where from, is a secret. He's so proud of himself when he sees you enjoying yourself. Ace will do anything to see that smile of yours more.

"Ahaha, I knew you would like it! You haven't seen Twisted Wonderland at all. Want to see other places? Well, you don't have a choice but go out with more!"

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• When it comes to sex Ace's head is full of unrealistic expectations and picked up skills that cannot be applied anywhere, especially on you. He starts all saucy and smooth, but when the realization that he's totally lost and doesn't know what to do settles in, Ace will kind of shut down. The next thing he knows it's you pinning him down and continuing where he left because hell no it would be ending now. And he rolls with it, tries to laugh it off, and even challenges you when he regains his confidence. To give him back the control or not is entirely up to, but that night is pleasurable and exciting nevertheless, with Ace's adaptability it's bound to work out somehow.

• And you can't comprehend the speed with which he improves as a lover. He was able to pick up on most complicated "magic" tricks, figuring out how to do magic with his hips and hands is a breather, you're basically an open book to him, he's been looking at and observing you for a long time, getting better at understanding your facial expressions, gestures, and how they corresponded to the emotions you felt; it's all in his head. Ace is pretty attentive to you and often links your habits to some kinks you may display when you're having fun together, delighted to see when he discovers a connection.

He's also very versatile, sex is all about enjoyment and exploring new things to him, he would lie though, if he said that he wasn't biased to seeing you under him at his mercy. Entirely possible to turn the tables around, but do expect he won't give up without a fight, it's simply not his style. He wants to test just how far you can go with him and vice versa.

•♂️ Just how feisty can he get? A whole lot is the answer, especially if you're not exactly the fan of submitting, much less to a red-haired punk like Ace. You genuinely think Ace would look much better on your own dick, but he's not giving you the pleasure, running his mouth, smirking the whole time, all bratty and naughty. He just begs to be roughed up a little, maybe even a lot, but you're the one calling the shots, since Ace's head is already pressed tightly into a pillow and that cute ass of his is perked up in the air, waiting for something, for anything, preferably to be filled by you. Only fair to make him wait for it too, no?

• Does he love to see you in-between his legs, you just nearing the area of his crotch makes him all excited. He's pretty dirty-minded, yes. You blowing him is one of the most frequent dreams in Ace's head, to the point your jaw would lock forever if you acted it out every time he thought of it. He's pretty open about how much he loves to receive oral from you so if you're comfortable doing it more often, Ace will enjoy every minute of it. Expect hands on your head, holding you down there, and, as long as you're consent, face-fucking you.

• Ace can be pretty egotistical, oftentimes not paying you back for your favor, jumping straight to the other part or blissfully falling asleep. But it's not like he hates going down on you, not at all. He likes to feel you up, turn you on, before slowly descend down on his knees, taking his time to tease you through your underwear until you can't take it anymore. It's a satisfaction, looking at his erotic expressions, half-lidded eyes that search your face for any kind of reaction to his ministrations. The longer he goes, the more painful the tent in his pants becomes, he can't be apathetic to having your sex in his line of sight, leaking and throbbing so arousingly. He can't help but bring one of his hands to his member to relieve at least some of the tension, obediently eating you out/blowing you, until you're satisfied.

w: sex toys • There are many ways to spice thighs up in the bedroom, and of course, using toys is one of them. When Ace suggests employing some of them next time you get frisky, he has likely already got his hands on such and can't wait to bring it out. He's not one of those guys who sees toys as a competition, he's pretty sure he's the main deal there anyway and uses any available vibrator, plug or beads both on you and himself without shame. Well, maybe he will get just a bit jealous if you use them without him when he's free and ready to bang with you, but what a joke, you know some lifeless toy is not the same as him. If you tell him otherwise he'll cry.

w: overstimulation • Those little funny things called sex toys are also very helpful when Ace wants to indulge himself a bit and devote a night to listening to your cries and moans as he overstimulates your poor, exhausted from countless orgasms body. It's a kink he's willing to explore only if you're the one asking him to as a reward for you or if he thinks you haven't been on your best behavior lately and need to be punished. His attitude towards the whole event is very different depending on what preceded it. Should he be gentle and condescending, petting your hair and chuckling at you after he coaxes just another orgasm out of you? Or relentlessly plunge into you, until your body is at your absolute limit? Don't worry though, safe words you pick with Ace are usually so ridiculous they will not slip your mind too easily, guaranteeing that you'll tell him when he's ought to stop.

• This man of many ambitions, Ace made his intentions clear right on the first year, that he wouldn't be against becoming a next dorm leader of Heartslabyul, and without Riddle around it may just become a truth. Now he's the rule here, and while he's definitely not the worst leader the dorm has ever had, he'll use the power his position gives him much more freely than his predecessor. It's not an easy task to scold or give a detention to prefect himself and Trappola is quite proficient at twisting anything that they have to say about him around, debunking any accusation, making a fool out of them. You can only sigh quietly, knowing perfectly well that this poor soul did indeed catch you with Ace's hand shower down your uniform bottoms in an alley not far away from the main building. Well, a blot is no blot till it be hit, it just doesn't seem like your boyfriend will stop embarrassing you in public in the near future. You hope no serious blow will be dealt with your reputation because of Ace's inability to keep his hands to himself.

Trey Clover ♣

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• The sole founder of "husband material" squad, Trey is unrivaled in being the best in this field and he's all yours. He's very serious about your relationships and works hard to maintain them, he grows and thrives with you by his side. There's not a day Trey doesn't tell or show you how much he treasures you, there's an inexhaustible pool of love for you inside of him and you relinquish in it fully.

• You are Night Raven College's token couple even before you two officially become one. It's obvious Trey cares about you more than just as a friend, there's an underlying gentleness and softness in all of his touches, all the words he says to you, gazes he casts in your direction. He knows what he feels for you is not a platonic feeling one bit and he isn't shy to give you some hints about it. As soon as Trey is sure you're comfortable with him being upfront about his feelings towards you and there's a high chance you will reciprocate them, he's preparing to confess to you and ask you to go out. It's nothing too pompous, but it still manages to impress you.

Trey will cook up some nice meal by himself and make sure your schedules are free, before welcoming you to Heartslabyul dorm or Rose Garden if the weather allows to. Of course, Riddle and Cater will wholeheartedly help their friend to get himself a significant other, Trey is free to stay past the curfew for as long as he needs to channel his feelings to you and Cater will shoot just enough photos to include later in your videos as a couple, the male can't help but swoon over you two!

• Trey is like a reward to you for enduring any hardships throughout your life, withstanding harsh blows and losses. Your heart is now in caring hands, and if he needs to, Trey will help you mend it back piece by piece. Until then he has enough love for both of you and even more. You don't have to struggle alone, he always reminds you that you can rely on and trust him. There are no unrealistic expectations Trey has about his life, he's a very down-to-earth guy, and one of his biggest dreams is to see you happy. He's got to know such an amazing person like you and learned to harbor a lot of adoration towards you, to him you deserve the whole world and all the love in it. As much as he has, he'll give it to you.

• Clover's love has many forms: you feel its warmth in homemade meals he makes for you, in sweet massages he sends you every time he gets the chance to text you during the day, in bear hugs Trey gives you after the long day in college, in hot kisses he presses to your face together with "I love you"s because he really does. You're never alone in times that you catch a cold, which is much rarer now, for a certain someone is all about reminding you to take your umbrella when he sees rain in the weather forecast, helping you choose effective vitamins, get enough nutrients and water, all in all, everything you see better when you observe your loved person from the side. And of course, your dental health is very much a priority. Sorry, it goes without a question, Trey frets over your teeth just as much as he does over his own, he starts a bonding activity to brush them together when you spend morning or evening at each other's dorms.

• Goes without saying how much Trey would treasure you taking care of him back. He has his moments of being dishonest about his own problems, that you should probably know as a loving partner, but ones he doesn't talk with you openly about. He can't resist your pouts or soft touches while you coax what's been bothering him, you have an unfair advantage on him, he thinks. Trey being forgetful is not unheard of too, thankfully you watch him pretty closely yourself. That handsome face and piercing golden eyes give you no choice, really, but it's a different topic. This man's head is always full of responsibilities and tasks he has to do, they can sometimes force something as simple as drinking water or taking a break out from Trey's mind. You can't have that, can you? He's going to smile gratefully if you give him little reminders, blushing slightly, not used to be on the receiving end.

• Arguments start from misunderstanding, undiscussed offenses, foul mood, and overwhelming emotions, and it would be impossible to avoid all of them while being in relationships, but you and Trey somehow manage to do it pretty often. Even though it can be sometimes hard for him, Clover tries to stay attuned to your emotions and notice when something is wrong. Thanks to his rather level-headed personality, Trey approaches every issue in a mature and respectful way, if there's anything you want to discuss with him it's always better to tell him about it straight on, otherwise by the time you do he will have already wind himself up with worry. If your tempers go out of control the worst you can expect from him is raising the tone of his voice and that's all. Trey is not someone who shows openly how angry he is, but it's pretty easy to notice he's feeling down after an especially bad fight or if he acknowledges that either of you hurt the other in the midst of it. He's always open to and waits for a chance to reconcile, he can claim he manages just fine, but going too long without you being near him or always there for him at least through a messenger is hard. He sees arguments as a challenge to overcome, to make your relationships stronger and is fine with them as long as you solve the problem afterward.

• And when it comes to hugging, oh, Trey is CEO of it! You feel like the most secure, protected, warmest cuddle bug in his arms, probably stuck there for a prolonged period of time, the man won't let you go on his own volition, never. Happy? Hug. Excited? Hug. Sad? A hug, a huge tub of ice cream or something he sure will make you happy, and a dozen of kisses to your forehead. Trey doesn't need meditation or yoga to relax, holding you close to his chest eliminates depressive thoughts and clears his skin. He has a preference to being a big spoon, but if you're big enough to hold him and not seem like a small animal clutching to his back then he's willing to be a "little" spoon, but just for a bit, such position makes him too mushy on the inside.

• A curious secret, disclosed only to you, but sometimes you wish you never had it that way. Only you know just what a tease your boyfriend is and how big is Trey's arsenal of underhanded methods to make a bright blush show on your cheeks! Gentleman, courteous and honorable, considerate, and kind to his other half, that's how everyone sees Trey Clover, and you too, albeit you also know how playful and unfair he can be at times. Did you really think he wouldn't notice how you react to certain words, especially praise, or tickling touches to your body on those particular spots, or any other gimmick that makes you shy and meek, all for him to enjoy the show? He doesn't abuse it often, but when in need of some serotonin Trey knows what exactly he has to do to brighten up his day, you're an integral part of his fun. And, well, if you're strongly against teasing, he can always think of a new way to mess with naive first-years or go and initiate cuddle times with you, that you won't refuse, will you?

• The kisses Trey gives to you often have a mature vibe to them. They're not over-the-top or too steamy when it's not called for, but he likes to involve some tongue action, stall you for some time before he finally releases you to go on with your day. Cheek kisses or kisses to the temple and forehead are common to, he can't have you go to classes without your daily dose of love and they're the best when he passes by you in hallways and has limited time to be affectionate with you.

• And being shy about affection in public is definitely not Trey's style. There is not a single soul that doesn't know you're dating, but affirming that fact is never a bad idea. Trey manages to stay classy and refined without neglecting you while going out somewhere and completely adjusts to your preferences, but he's calmer when he can at least hold your hand and doesn't have to fear losing you in a crowd. If you're not against, Trey can be often seen sneaking small kisses to your cheek, but don't expect him to shove his tongue down your throat, he has some manners after all. He can always do it behind the closed doors, he promises to you.

Preparing your own food and then dining together, in the company of each other sounds like an idea for a romantic date, but be assured Trey has a lot of other activities he would be keen on trying out with you. Finally, all those "relationships tips" posts Cater has been sending him since Trey gave the male his MagiCam will prove useful, he thanks himself for not deleting them. Clover is fine both with in- and outdoor dates, alternating between both variants. To his dismay, usually, he can allow himself only to welcome you in his dorm, his position as vice dorm leader takes up a considerable amount of his time, often leaving him too exhausted at the end of the day. However, you're always welcome to visit him for a sleepover and curl with Trey under the blanket, your boyfriend falling asleep almost instantly.

• Upbeat music, funny chatter, and happy laughter, all the while Trey prepares the dinner, handfeeding you some ingredients and letting you taste-test almost ready dishes. You're not obligated to help around, and in a case if you're not that familiar with cooking,Trey himself assures you that you can just sit there prettily and let him do his thing. He can give you lessons or teach you new skills or dishes, but it has to be separate from the normal cooking occasion. Although Clover will never refuse any help, particularly from his partner, so as long as you're confident you won't break something or set the kitchen on fire, he gives you a green light to participate in the process itself.

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• How deceptive of him to say that you're in caring hands and never mention how dexterous they also are, right until the moment he has you naked on his bed and under the guise of preparing you, unashamedly brings you to climax. Sooner than later you'll plead for him to go harder and finally give you the real deal that you've been eyeing for a while in his pants. Is he really that considerate or was just teasing you, you're not sure, but how his lips curl in a devious smirk upon hearing soft moans of his name from your lips doesn't help either.

• Regardless if he's being fair or not, your hole still requires some preparations before Trey can sink into you, this man packs some nice sized equipment in his pants, enough to rival several known non-humans. He's a bit apprehensive about going rougher on you at first, controlling the movements of his hips and not allowing himself go completely in fear of hurting you, but as you sleep with each other more often, you may convince him that you can handle more - a faster pace, deeper thrusts, his hands holding you closer. He asks you if are really sure, an unsaid warning in the gold of his irises. Rest assured, the possibility of you not being able to walk properly the next day is very high.

• Fret not, this man is absolutely the best at aftercare, and you're never seriously worn out or rouged up, to begin with, while your boyfriend pampers just the living daylight out of you. Trey wipes you clean, carries you to the bathroom if you need one, treats every little bruise, looking just a little too peeved about them, dresses you in comfy pajamas and definitely feeds you some snacks, while he pets your head and calls you darling and dear, compliments how great you are for him and how good he felt, you're just the best, he can't possibly get enough of you. He just laughs when it earns him a worried look in return, he's a good guy, don't you know, he's not going to strain you anymore that night, even though he's tempted. Oh no, sit tight, he can't let you go anywhere at such an hour, a responsible boyfriend wouldn't allow it. Sleep peacefully beside him, he's going to protect you from all harm.

tw: daddy kink • The reason why you would require nice aftercare after the deed stems not only from the necessity for Trey to care of your body but also of your mind. He's very into dominating you, leaving you vulnerable to both his words and touches. But don't worry little one, Daddy is there for you, he can see how badly you need to be loved, to be pleasured. While Trey does get a rush out of being the one in control, having you entirely at his mercy and sometimes disciplining you, he's also very gentle and kind and wants you to see him as somebody who will love you unconditionally will be always there for you, he wants to make sure you feel special and cherished. Trey is careful, he asks you prior about your limits and safe word is always there to ensure you only enjoy yourself, he wouldn't bear you getting hurt.

• But seeing you cry... It's his guilty pleasure. Tears running down your flushed cheeks, while he has you bent over his knee, spanking your ass, or beneath him, begging for him to let you cum, after he has edged you for countless times already. You look so sweet and adorable, gasping for air, your glassy eyes on him, but unable to see anything. He both wants to comfort you and make you wail even harder for him. Ah, you really bring all those twisted parts of him out, but you're his sweetheart, you can handle it, right? You will do it for Daddy?

• When it comes to turn-ons, there's one, in particular, Trey would like to explore with you. Who could have thought that responsible, reliable senior and relatively "normal" guy out of the whole Heartslabyul bunch would unashamedly surprise his dear significant other by sharing a dirty secret of his to see you bent over the counter in the kitchen? The proposition comes seemingly out of nowhere, one moment Trey is about to place the dough for just another tart in the fridge, and the other he has you trapped between himself and the table, a very prominent erection pressed into your rear. Trey creates a path up your throat, placing chaste kisses until he stops just by your mouth and questions whether you would want him to continue. If you do decide to humor him, prepare for the most exciting, and simultaneously the most frightening experience in your life, you're always at the danger of being walked on. It seemed however that unlike you, Trey genuinely hoped for somebody to come. He has to try another time, maybe it'll make every male in college know that you're off the limits, most likely permanently. He also swears to get it up with you more often, when you'll have your own kitchen.

• Trey adores positions where he can hold you against or cage you between some surface and his own body, it makes you look so beautiful and cute, as he's the only one able to command the tempo and you can just receive him into yourself and grace his ears with your pleasured cries and moans. Good old missionary is one of Clover's favorite too when he wants to go all out on you and pay you the attention you deserve.

• It's a heart-crushing sight, your boyfriend visits your dorm after the long and tiring day of helping Riddle to manage the dorm and also taking care of his own business. You want to help somehow, take care of the needs the man has, like getting a relaxing temple massage, a cup of hot tea, and a nice blowjob to top it off. Trey's eyes are full of adoration and gratitude, you can see them clearly as you allow more of his cock into your mouth, sucking and licking the shaft, releasing it when you can no longer breath properly, going without a break on a man such as Trey is difficult after all. But he's encouraging you, caressing your head and permitting hoarse moans to let you know how much he loves it. Blowjob as a stress reliever works exceptionally well for Trey, it obvious in the way his shoulders relax and deep frown goes away from his face when he spills into your mouth. Pray that your jaw doesn't lock, because this man may or may not have been withholding his release, just to keep watching you bob your pretty head on his dick. He's going to properly thank you, not at all repulsed to kiss you in the lips and assure that he won't forget this debt he has to you and will repay it soon enough.

• And you never have to wait long and never because you did it first. Trey does not think of himself as a remarkable gourmet, but he knows what's good and your taste even better than some of the best delicacies he's ever tasted. This tongue of his can work wonders on you, making you arch into his mouth chasing after the pleasure it offers, only for Trey to pin your hips to the surface you're on, he has a task and your trashing-around break his concentration. While on the one to blush easily, Trey can feel his cheeks become hotter, he has to take his glasses off pretty soon, he can't see a thing behind the misty lenses.

• In general everything that has to do with your or his mouth makes him hot and bothered. He's used to focusing his attention on that particular body part, just imagining how you can accommodate him into that small little cavern or having your private parts near his face, your taste on his tongue is enough to have Trey's pulse speed up and he makes a tactical retreat to his own room, to "take care of some business". Oral fixation is strong here. Even in a very pure setting, like brushing your teeth or feeding you something by hand, his mind starts to race with very erotic thoughts. Trey will never pass a chance for a make-out session, he definitely prefers kissing over any other form of affection display.

• What can be better than combining both your taste and the sweets he loves so much? This man's tarts actually have way more spice than vanilla in them. Indulging himself in eating out of you and biting both strawberries your trembling hand holds out for him and your soft flesh is not the weirdest thing you've probably done. Covering your body in whipped cream and "accidentally" licking your weak spots, your privates too, was novel and amusing at most. It's a "sticky" situation you would want to repeat again though. When experimenting with Trey you always know that however it goes, you will be in loving hands.

Cater Diamond ♦

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• A playboy and a social butterfly, Cater is not somebody you would pin as a good boyfriend at a first sight, but don't be fooled by his acting: he's one of the most loyal individuals out there, while also extremely affectionate and supportive of you. Soon you will find yourself to be a center of his attention, a bright star that Cater's planet orbits. As carefree and lighthearted as your boyfriend is, there's more to him that an eye can see and than he's willing to show.

• Flirting is in Cater's nature and of course a few pick-up lines and flirty remarks fly your way, but the thing is, he doesn't usually attach much meaning to them, except for letting you know he thinks you're cute, and nobody bats an eye most of the time. So when you actually take him seriously or flirt back, Cater is lost. He's not really used to a two-way coquet conversation, he probably should answer to your advances? He must, after all, he did try to pin after you and to interact with you more. He's screaming on the inside, he doesn't want to screw this up by being too upfront or cringy, there's something about you that makes butterflies flutter in his stomach. You giving him the attention and compliments back really is the green light for him to pursue you further, something he probably wouldn't dare to do otherwise.

Your interactions are pretty lighthearted, albeit flirtatious and not-so-ambiguous, everyone can get that there's something going on between you two. People don't usually see Cater as a "boyfriend material", sadly, but it doesn't mean he is not longing for being loved and having a significant other, no, he craves it. He's ready to dive head-first into relationships to experience it all, he's in love with the idea of love. Still, he doesn't miss how comfortable he feels around you, that you've become his best friend almost instantly and when he wants to confide in somebody you're now the first person he thinks about. It's a long way ahead before Cater will start to appreciate you and not the "idea of you" that his mind created, but you'll eventually get to it, no one said it would be easy.

• Until then, it's mostly fun and giggles as you parade through college grounds together. The moment Cater is officially no longer single, everyone will know about it. His MagiCam is flooded by your couple photos, hashtags are long strings of compliments for you. You're basically everywhere: on his lock and home screen, his avatars in apps, posts in social media, he even creates memes or reaction pics with you and uses them in group chats. If you're not much of a public person all the incoming attention from everywhere will be overwhelming, but Cater is there to reassure you that you're just too cute to not be seen, all his subscribers already love you. Of course not as much as he does though~♡ Negative comments? No, don't exist, anybody stupid enough to say foul things about you is reported and banned swiftly.

He will recruit you to help him create an image collage on his wall in his room, or, really, a separate board because Riddle didn't give him the permission to touch the wall itself. There are so many pictures he wants to put up, he can't choose! When it's all ready, adorned in fairy lights in best traditions of MagiCam aesthetic posts, you can count photos that don't have you in them on the fingers of one hand: two with Trey, one for Riddle, one for Adeuce duo and another one with everyone in it. Everything else is just you and Cater.

"I can see everyone I love like this, isn't it cute?"

"That's mostly me though, Cay."

"Well, fair enough, I love you the most, my sunshine! I should post it, time for photoshoot~"

One unfortunate evening, the rare one when he feels horribly down and you're not there to cheer him up, Cater realizes that if you two had to walk separate paths he would have to rip a big piece of his heart away; little and enormous reminders of your presence in his life are everywhere. He takes his phone, the keychain on it is your gift, unlocks it and your picture is there, goes to his contacts and you're the first on the list, the melody for your call is different from others, but right now he's the one calling you, desperate to hear that whatever grim world his brain showed him it is not a reality.

• Cater is quite intelligent and knows how to read the room, you're never under the pressure with him. Of course, he tries to be affectionate as much as possible, but it's always within your boundaries. PDA is always present, whether it's swinging your hands, or giving kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You're adorable, soft and all his to relive all of his fantasies about snuggling his significant other and doing all the "couple" stuff.

You can notice, however, that in some instances Cater is not really "there", less tender and doting. Truth is, he's not always fired up and needs to be physical with you, but doesn't want to be left out or decline you some lovey-dovey times. When you notice it, even if it's so hard because when is this boy honest about his feelings, tell him to relax, you know he's not in the mood right now. You apparently hit close, because his demeanor changes right away.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

Cater is all about quietly sitting beside each other, doing own thing but being comfortable with the silence, just enjoying the presence of the other. He didn't think you would find it an ideal way to spend your time, he's both surprised and glad he doesn't have to go out of his way and act all cheery and peppy. Each day he's more grateful that it's you who he's dating.

• Cater always thought he fared just fine, but with you coming into his life, he notices how many changes you've brought with you. "Cay-kun" doesn't always have to be positive when he's around you, and when he is happy it's because he genuinely feels this way, but it’s always the case when he’s around you. Less scrolling MagiCam feed and more chatting with you, he finds that stopping everywhere just to take photos while you're out for a date actually takes away a lot of time that could be spent on enjoying it with you. He doesn't have to rely on the camera to catch every moment with you if he can create even more exciting ones as long as you're with him.

First, second, several months anniversaries come unexpectedly. Cater can remember the date you started going our even if he was wakes up in the middle of the night, but to think that you're still dating by this time? He's both relieved and anxious, how much more time will it take for you to grow completely bored of him, it can't all be permanent, such things simply don't exist. And still, he hopes, he hopes, because he doesn't think he will be able to let you go.

When all is too much and he doesn't think he can take it anymore it's your touch that he doesn't shy away from, your eyes that can look at him in such state, you who he knows won't judge him for being unable to smile at the moment, who doesn't expect him to always be the Cay he shows to the world. Your love doesn't waver, gentle palm still cups his cheek, lips place loving kisses into the crown of his head. He wished it never came to this, but he needs you to be his support, at times his lifeline, when he feels like he can't speak to anybody else.

• While initially Cater placed a lot of trust into you simply because of your status as his "significant other" he learned to think of you both as his loved one and his best friend, he didn't have to play a role of "perfect boyfriend" for you to love and support him, a true revelation about how relationships actually work. Cater's threshold for weirdness it too high, you can discuss whatever you want with him and he will never judge, he'll even try to learn about it more or give you his own insight. Many strange inside jokes were born that way, no one, not even Riddle or Trey, have any understanding of what you two are howling with laughter about, and at this point they're too afraid to ask. With Cater you don't have to be afraid that nobody will support you or listen to what you have to say, even if he doesn't know what you're talking about at all he's always eager to listen since he knows you too will always be there for him.

• But when you are not willing to listen to each other, that's when your relationships are put to the test. It's pretty difficult to discuss unpleasant topics with Cater, like his flirting habits or social media obsession, because he doesn't even acknowledge you two have a problem, dismissing your concerns in a carefree manner which is frustrating at best. Infuriating at worst. If this conversation leads to addressing some other hang-ups that you have about him or will uncover more sensitive topics, he doesn't want to hold it at all. He twists and turns, tries to sway you to talk about something else, takes away your mind by flirting and being very affectionate with you. But he sees how his behavior hurts you and doesn't bring the results he counted on; Cater will then turn serious. You're afraid of the same thing, aren't you?...

I'd you didn't blow up and start a real fight before the realization hits Cater, you might as well gain something from this quarrel, otherwise, he will leave saying that he can't speak with you in this state. Because Cater doesn't share his "less positive" emotions freely it's hard to understand when you're having a problem or if he's angry and upset about something, but he also let's go offenses pretty quickly, so as long as you spend enough time with him, look out for him and help him through some difficulties, even indirectly, the man will feel secure in your relationships, he can overlook minor inconveniences.

• Kisses on the cheek, kisses on the forehead, hand kisses, flying kisses, embarrassing-you-in-the-middle-of-the-cafeteria kisses. They never end and always reach their target like Cupid's arrows, Cater makes sure of it. When you're not getting smooched by your dear boyfriend honestly? Even at night he spams you with heartfelt massages, including anything from beating hearts 💓 to kiss marks and kissy emoji 💋😘, all to send his love across to you in any form. Clingy much, but you will never suffer from the lack of attention with Cater. Everybody just tries to get a separate room themselves, no point in telling Diamond to stop, his lips will near you soon enough after he seemingly ended his onslaught. Queen of Hearts forbid you're in the same class as him, Crewel is so close whip the hell out of you two. "If you know what's good for you, prefect [Y/n], you better discipline that unruly, overly affectionate puppy of yours!" Looking at those sparkling green orbs, unmoving and fixated on you, awaiting what you will say, how can you refuse them? And even if you do, will you forgive yourself, when he lowers his head, heart-wrenching whine shudders from his lips. "You don't love me anymore?" reads in his eyes, trying to gaze at you sideways. You may lament for your fate as much as you like, this man will try everything, just you get your attention back to him.

• Aren't you tired? Don't you just feel like cuddling up to somebody, so he would wrap his hands around you, cradle you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ears? Cater does it, and frequently so. Skinship is something you never have a shortage of.

Cater is the ultimate cuddler; spoon, fork, whatever, as long as he has skin contact with you and you both feel comfortable. When you're having down-time during the day, or it's still early into the evening, Cater will choose a position that allows him to both hold his phone up and caress you with the other hand, so go ahead and cozy up into his chest while on top of him or in between his legs. Cater can stay in one position for a long time, shifting here and there, but he ain't leaving, that's for sure. It's important bonding moment between you, he needs his daily dose of hugs, what's better than to dedicate a few hours to doing just that. If he knows he won't be able to sneak away with you for some quality snuggle time, then he will sure as hell take every chance he gets during the day to hug you, when he runs into in the hallway, searches for you during the lunch break, finds you after the classes before either Riddle or Trey drags him away, but Cater can not spend a day without thinking whether he gave you enough love and if you didn't feel like he forgot about you.

• Are you prepared for a rowdy café tour? Because Cater wants you to visit each and every one of his favorite! You can go out with him, and make lots of cute selfies and taste all the different food Twisted Wonderland has to offer. Well after considering it carefully Diamond does come to the conclusion that you won't be able to appreciate and savor what those places have to offer you fully in only one day, so he plans for several dates ahead, each time something new! And they're just perfect! The weather is always pleasant, you have time to take in the beauty of this world, chat and have a nice time with Cater and he always knows when there's some event going on nearby. But because he can get distracted by shooting and uploading photos to MagiCam, try to stay near him and wander around too much, he's looking at you, or at least in the general direction where he saw you the last time as soon as he's finished with his business. One time when he lost you, whether it was intentional on your part or not, he got a huge scare, by the time he found you he was teary-eyed, pleading for you not to go without him. He feels responsible for keeping you safe and sound while you're on a date with him and he will sigh with relief only when he escorts you right to your doorstep that evening, no other way around it.

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• Your first time is very interesting, to say the least. It's not like Cater doesn't know what he's doing, but his heart just can't calm down. He has set up a romantic atmosphere beforehand, takes you out for a dinner, you find yourself being completely swooned by his suave act, how absolutely handsome he looks and how much you would like to dishevel those orange locks and place his lips on your neck to feel him place his mark on you while his hand takes off your underwear and... The romance of lit candles and rose petals thrown around is lost on you, when you have a chance to get your hands on Cater in the privacy of his room and finally see all your wet dreams come true. He doesn't resist any of your wishes or commands. Even though his hands shake and the brain is already a complete mush, Cater will make feel so good you will hook up on having sex with him, arranging for more evenings with him ere long.

• Sex is sex, but Cater feels like it becomes more interesting tenfold when someone is placed under the care of the other, simply put being submissive, and he performs well on both sides. Cater is open-minded and willing to experiment with many kinks and fetishes, into both giving and receiving them. You want to be absolutely demolished by him, tied up and overstimulated until your mind goes blank? Or maybe lavished in praise and pampered to infinity, called every cutesy name he can come up with, while he treats you a mouthful of his dick, only to take it away from you when you've wet it enough and listen to your begging for some time before he buries it deep inside of you, ultimately granting your most sacred wish and just spend the rest of the night with you bouncing on it until he pumps you full of his cum, enough to soil the covers irreparably? Okay, no problem, if he sets his mind to it, Cater can be the most excruciating, authoritative Master for you or gentle, fair Cay-kun, whose touch makes your heart arch and long for more.

• But say he's your slave tonight and the next thing he has to do is to kneel obediently and open that pretty mouth of his, and he's already there, looking up to you from his spot on the floor, tongue lolled out of his mouth, already panting, hungry for more. As soon as you set boundaries, Cater will submit to you dutifully, he's kind of bad at being a brat, he takes his role very seriously. Baby boy Cater loved to nuzzle into you, comment how much he adores you and everything you to him, laugh and giggle happily when you fondle and kiss him. Even if it's so painful, he won't cum until you grant him permission, tears stream down his face, movements uneven. Earns him a smack, because you told him not to break the pace, while he thrusts from his position on top. But all the control is in your hands, it's unimaginable for him to disobey you right now. He begs and begs for you to let him go faster, release his semen into you, voice breaking midsentence. Coo at him and either allow him to cum or ask to hold just a little longer, he's your prettiest, best baby boy, he can do it.

Or maybe restrict him, hands behind and legs open for you to see all of him, and place him on his stomach, blindfolded and gagged, able to only whine pathetically when you flog his perky ass or trace the rim and shove lubed fingers inside. By the time you're done with him, poor Cater is exhausted, tear marks obvious on the blindfold you take off. Once he can see you before him, he will reach out for you, shuddering when you embrace him, he can finally let out his breath and relax into you, having barely enough strength to follow simplest commands as you begin your aftercare.

w: selfcest(?) • Try and object that his unique magic doesn't see any use at the bedroom. There's no way he can't touch, lick, and kiss every part of you, you deserve to have only five-star service. One star for each Cater at most, but even with another pair of hands, hungry mouth and hard dick he can make it an experience you won't forget soon. He and his other self will suck on your nipples, their hands working on your core in tandem, preparing you, before they lift you up and fill you with their cocks.

• How about one of the Caters films you getting ganged up on by those handsome redheads, playful whispers mixed in with your moans and wet sounds of skin slapping. He will choose the best angle to catch your beauty, so when you or he watches the video way later, they could see how your body shivers from the pleasure pairs of hand give you, your muscles shifting and limbs twisting as you eagerly impale yourself on what one of Caters offers you. The camera would catch how he laps at the tears that escaped your eyes, and how another him has made himself comfortable in your hand, thrusting into it unrelentingly, just like the fourth Cater that's rocking your world, abusing your poor hole. His magic will eventually come to an end, but sure enough, he would be able to support it long enough to completely fuck your brain out, you won't even notice there's your one and only Diamond slowly wiping your body and kissing any marks that he had left.

If such footage makes you want to set both it and yourself on fire, mind to consider sexting with Cater? This guy had no shame sending you obscene messages even during the lessons, getting you all hot and bothered by the descriptions of what be would do to you if you two were together right now. During the break, you're bound to receive a picture of his hard dick, taken somewhere in the restroom. Cater will be ecstatic if you send one in return, so much that he might just as well need to relieve himself right in the same cabin, because he can't possibly go out in such state, his manhood making an obvious tent in his pants. And if you can sneak to the place where he's pleasuring himself at the moment, bonus points and either a possibility to bring sex in public places to a new level or extract your punishment on your horny brat of a boyfriend, choose your pick.

• Ah, the chaos and embarrassment that Cater goes through when after those rowdy 20 or so minutes in public bathroom, he goes out completely disheveled with hickeys littering his neck. You two found out pretty soon, to Cater's mortification, that his skin is impossibly thin, any and every mark becomes a nasty bruise a few seconds after and doesn't heal for days on end. Nobody questions what he does at night, his neck probably tells the whole story. Not like he's going to hide them anyway, he couldn't be more proud and smug about the whole situation. Yes, he gets some, from no one other than you, and every time is just fantastic. Along his neck, he practically begs you to suck some marks into his inner thighs and chest. He gets so many kicks out of seeing purple and red hues fading away from his skin, but not fast enough so he could marvel at them for some time. Maybe if he traces them he could feel your teeth scrapping at him, you urging him to not withhold and cum in your hand that gets faster with every stroke. He really needs right now, are you going to answer your phone at such hour, only to be met with his breathy moans and groans resounding in your ear?

• When you can be beside him Cater prefers to have your hand fisting him dick instead, his own hand goes to your legs, you masturbating each other. Cater considers it's a nice to fool around like this once in a while, especially when you can't make much noise or don't have the energy for more physically tasking activities. It's still intimate and hot, and he will always choose you in favor of anything else, your sheer presence makes his nerves tinge, his own hand nowhere near as good, movements never bring him to edge as fast as yours do. He might spend all his day in bed with you, do you have any tasks more important than him?

• Choosing favorite position for penetrative sex would be awfully hard for Cater, each one has its own upsides. He loves seeing your face just as much as your backside, and while he feels very sexy on his four, being above you allows him a better angle and just another way to show off. Somehow he rocks any pose, always looking absolutely ravishing, his facial expressions are to die for. Man can even do an ahegao for you, but note that it should be requested beforehand~

But one pose has a special place in his heart. When you feel Cater grinding up at you from behind, but not doing any attempts to climb on top of you, on the contrary, holding you close to him as much as possible, he may be initiating some comfort cuddle sex. He doesn't want you to see him at the moment and he can't possibly let you go out of his embrace: he needs your warmth in his arms, surrounding him, tight wall squeezing down on him, milking every droplet of cum, all the while he leisurely thrusts up into you, but hard enough that you would have to concentrate on the grip of his arms around you, just so you wouldn't cum on spot. He wants you to, though, cooing and encouraging you to let go, sighing happily when he feels your clamp around him, but not stopping. He wants to prolong this moment as much as possible.

• Offer this guy a blowjob and you will see pants flying across the room faster then you can say "overblot". He's like a kid on the Christmas morning, excited to find his present, but Cater finds you in between his legs and he swears it's the best gift he's ever received. With bated breath he observes you unbuckling his belt, a surprisingly pronounced bulge there. His fully erect state is not be underestimated too, Cater can boast about having bigger than average length, alas he's not that big in girth. To fit it in your throat is quite a task however, you may need some time to adjust, maybe even a few tries to master it. Of course your boyfriend doesn't mind, he wholeheartedly supports it. Well, it would be less embarrassing for him if he didn't cum in the first few minutes, but he actually did well, considering that he definitely got a visual orgasm early on. But you looked so sinfully beautiful and erotic, how could he ignore it?! No living man would be able to stay apathetic when his loved one is working magic on him, while being an absolute sex deity! If you let him cum on your face he will vow to bent over himself just to grant you anything you can wish for. And if he can also snap a photo of your semen-stained face?! He's a goner, just a slave to your celestial self, you can play Cater however you wish.

Might as well remind him about your own needs, but chances are he's already down there, burring his face in your thighs, placing kisses everywhere, swiftly nearing the place you want to feel him the most on. In his determination to repay you back, he will temporarily forget that he even needs to breath, his mouth doesn't leave your core, he can only see, smell, and taste you. It's a messy ordeal, Cater's spit mixed in with your own fluids, dripping down his chin. Lot's of paper towels will be needed afterward, but right now he's almost high, like a man possessed, tongue swirling in ways unimaginable to you before, tiny supernovas keep exploding behind your eyes. It's a battle of stamina, who will collapse weakened and wasted faster, but at the end Cater's tongue is numb and your knees won't stop shaking, deeming it a win-win situation.

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What your fave SCM god says about you

I read one psychology article and now I’m all knowing. Hope at least one of these points apply to you simps

If your favourite is Leon, you are one of the following:

Youngest child

Outcast or the “popular” kid

Daddy issues

Your childhood dream was either to be royalty or be rich

You hyperfixate to many things

You might say ur not charismatic but you’ve had at least more than 1 person you rejected a love confession to

“You’re wrong, I’m right, shut up.”

You don’t fall in love easily but once you do, you fall hard

You like smug bastards or you have a bondage fantasy

Your favourite voltage game is one of the following: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder, Court of Darkness, Masquerade’s Kiss, or Kings of Paradise

You have fairy lights in your room filled with pictures or posters

You had a massive friend group but at least 5 people have left from then to now

You cling onto memories like they’re a lifeline

You have the latest phone or more than 3 leisure electronics

If your favourite is Scorpio:

You can’t be any taller than 5′6

You probably listen to bands and can’t go anywhere without your headphones

Really creative

Your favourite Shakespeare play was Hamlet or Macbeth

Have had or is going through an emo phase

Hates writing essays

Have 3 best friends max

You have definitely bought albums, posters, or merch of your faves

ur probably a weeb

you’ve broken a bone or you’re very knowledgeable in the medical field/how to harm the human body for some reason

dark humour is the best humour

Your friends are very concerned for you because of said humour

You like watching people play Monopoly bc of the chaos

into so many fandoms that you know the lore of your faves more than you know the material you learn at school

If your favourite is Teorus:

You are an only or youngest child

Spoiled

Daddy/Mommy issues

Abandonment issues

You feel like you fade into the background/don’t contribute much to the group

You feel like you are often forgotten

You’re close with your cousins

You probably have a pet

Taylor Swift or 1D for life

Have definitely threatened to kill or beat someone up despite you intimidating no one

You want to play an important role but you are so not the leader type

You like Ouran Host Club

You like the outdoors

You probably like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Your favourite disney princess is Rapunzel or Cinderella

If your favourite is Huedhaut:

You are definitely a romantic

You’re not an air sign (Gemini, Aquarius, or Libra)

You’re a moron or you make bad decisions and Hue is there to help balance that out

Chances are you read more fanfic than actual books

Your system is 70% caffeine

For some reason you have lots of random trivia

Have you considered therapy for your suppressed trauma?

Dungeons and Dragons fan

You’re really into alcohol or you despise it

Loyalty is the trait you admire most

You want to feel like a sassy and classy bitch but you gave up after 2 days

Your favourite ship trope is enemies to lovers or slow burn

A lot of pent up angst but you hide it

you put other people > yourself bc you don’t want them to make the same mistakes you did

Why do you have so many memes saved?

Why do you have reaction pictures for everything?

If your favourite is Dui:

You’re probably not into guys

FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT

Either you’re a precious sunshine child or you are the most fucked up human in your friend circle

You have a choking kink

You either take sides in fights or you’re the middle ground

You make lots of threats but no one is acc taking them seriously

You probably are a massive manipulator

You’re psychotic and have violent tendencies

Your best friend lives far away from you/ you have an internet friend that gets you more than your IRL ones

You say honesty is the best policy but you lie the most

Everyone comes to you for advice but you think you’re the most mentally unstable

You have identity issues and u change ur mind all the time

Whatever you were as a kid, you’re probably the opposite of that now

If your favourite is Ichthys:

You are attached to the characters with the most trauma

You must not be a clean freak or your room is equally as messy as Ikky’s

Oldest or middle child (either way u have siblings)

Never got to go to an amusement park as a kid

Want attention/didn't get enough attention as a kid

You want Ichthys’ parents to adopt u bc they are the family stability you crave

Unresolved trauma and definitely not mentally stable

You liked dinosaurs as a kid

You had pet fish as a kid and they all died bc you overfed them

Using anything else to escape ur reality

Cartoons > real life actors

Probably hate seafood or afraid of the sea (ironic as it is)

Nostalgia is your best friend

Hurt/Comfort is your favourite AO3 tag

You collect random shit or you have a memory box

You are the reason child leashes were invented

You got into real dangerous situations as a kid and you’re wondering how you lived through that

Your comfort characters all got it the worst or are dead

If your favourite is Zyglavis:

How are those high expectations treatin ya?

You either want to get into medical, sciences, or law

When you were younger you got enrolled in extra classes (swimming, piano, ballet, etc)

Your parents encouraged creativity until you got older and they told you to choose a more “realistic” goal

Good grades = everything and you’ll pull all-nighters to finish tasks or assignments

Former gifted student

The actual smart kid in class

YOU HAVE SELF ESTEEM/CONFIDENCE ISSUES

80s are not good enough for you or your parents

Overachiever for any reason

Sleep? What is sleep?

A dom or a brat

You have strict parents or you have had pretty loose rules growing up

You had a lot of friends in grade school and now you have like 4 friends

You are no longer human, you’re just a walking husk of stress

If your favourite is Krioff:

You want to fuck one of Krioff’s family members

You have siblings

A pyromaniac or deathly afraid of fire

Commitment issues

You watch or ur a sports fan

You own an iPhone 6

You’ve ate forbidden items or you’ve thought about it (the fish tank pebbles, erasers, glass, slime, etc)

Everyone thinks you’re the awkward kid but no you’re just shy

You actually like the ocean waves

Once people get to know you, they got a whole thing coming for them

You either suck at driving or can’t drive

A great listener but you don’t feel like you give good advice

Conflict is a no no for you

You definitely had a glow up

You’ve befriended the seniors growing up

You either don’t like kids or you love them

You have a sweet tooth and everyone questions how you are not diabetic with the amount of sweets you’ve consumed

If your favourite is Aigonorus:

You’re either an insomniac or a hypersomniac. Whichever one, you don’t know how much sleep is enough sleep

You’re probably a sub

Commitment or abandonment issues

Desperate for validation and appreciation

touch/love/attention starved

You have a stuffed animal collection or you still have those childhood stuffed animals

You love the idea of love but you are not ready to deal with breakups

You wish you didn’t care but you care too much

Your aesthetic is cutecore

Probably into maid cat boys

Studio Ghibli or Sanrio stan

Comfort > style anyday

You only own sneakers nothing else

If your favourite is Partheno:

You’re definitely not into just guys

You’re a drama kid and you are here for the tea whether it involves you or not

you have the receipts for everything

You were the one kid that played “family” or “house” every recess

no one knows where you get all your cute shit but it serves

have been suspected of witchcraft or considered the dark arts

Stole makeup from your fam as a kid and played with it

HIDE THE TRAUMA. HIDE THE PAST.

You already have a senior quote picked out

You’re either really horny or you just want to cry over how much you love so and so

“Why do men-”

You really want to own that Partheno doll in that one CG

Your most used social media app is Instagram or Snapchat

Your favourite demon brother from Obey Me is most likely Asmodeus

If your favourite is Tauxolouve:

Your favourite KBTBB guy is either Baba or Mamo

You’re into music or theatre

Your ideal date is to go to an opera or a museum

You say you like/dislike something but end up changing ur mind later or when you try it out

In your opinion, the music nowadays is just not it

You recently found a receipt from Walmart for something you bought 5 months ago

Anniversaries are important

When making decisions, you pick the worst possible one

Your most expensive clothing items are your shoes or jewelry

You wish you could attend a ball and marry into royalty, like Cinderella

You like the idea of soulmates or string of fate

Obviously or secretly insecure/self deprecating but you’ll raise all hell if your loved ones talk shit abt themselves

You want your partner to propose first

You like the underrated characters or your favourite characters are unappreciated

If your favourite is Karno you are:

You have childhood trauma, some of you are just not aware of it

You’re the parent of the group

You enjoy ships that have a mom/dad dynamic

Either you’re banned from the kitchen or you’re the one banning people from the kitchen

You were threated with the slipper or you threaten with the slipper

As a kid, you enjoyed Dora or Ni Hao Kai Lan

Your favourite trope is the found family trope

Either you’re an example to your family or you keep getting compared to other kids

An angel around the family but a chaotic bastard with others

You’re probably into some really kinky shit

You like Dangonronpa

Spiritual or religious

Probably had an imaginary friend

You decided you were gonna turn your life around after reading/watching something and went back to the hot mess you were in 3 days

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hypnomicimagines · 3 years ago

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Fateful Meeting [Ninja!Harai Kuko/Reader]

The young ninja’s eyes were sharp, intense, so much so it felt like you were looking into the sun.

You looked down and away from his glare as you continued to tend to his wounds, ignoring the way he shifted uncomfortably, like he didn’t want you touching him at all. But he was the one who had stumbled upon your home a complete bloody mess, barely conscious as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, a moment of weakness when he thought he was on death’s door. Now that you had given him water and stopped his wound from bleeding his normal temperament had come back, and something told you he wasn’t the most pleasant dinner guest to have.

You had just finished bandaging him up when he abruptly stood, grabbing your wrist to stop you from reaching out to touch him again. You shared a look, wondering if he was the type of ninja to have taken a vow of silence before he opened his mouth for the first time.

“What do you want?” His tone is harsh but you think it’s likely just the way he sounds, if his looks are anything to go by. “You wasted your healing supplies on me, so what is it you want in return?”

“I don’t expect you to repay my kindness. Kindness isn’t kindness if it’s done expecting gratitude. Although I do suggest you spend some more time here recovering before you go anywhere…” Kuko’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your words but he doesn’t allow you to fully see his surprise, his neutral expression returning just as quickly as it had left. He adjusted the mask on his face as he stepped towards the door, ignoring your pleas for him to sit and rest a while longer.

“I always repay my debts.”

“Wait! Can’t you tell me your name at least? Or is that part of the whole secretive ninja clan thing you clearly have going on?” He hesitated for a second at your request, so simple to you yet to him… it was a show of trust. To willingly give your name to a stranger could mean terrible things for someone whose job was to blend in with the night; it would be better if you could forget he was ever even there which is why he becomes even more surprised when he spoke.

“Harai Kuko. Don’t forget it!” There’s a little more emotion in his introduction, a little less cold and far more personality shining through (which reaffirmed your assumption he was not the type of guest to bring home to your parents). But you found yourself charmed by him all the same, gentle smile on your face as you waved goodbye, his name just a whisper on the wind with how quickly he was gone.

You’re in awe at how such a bright shock of red hair managed to fade perfectly into the darkness but he’s gone from your view within seconds, leaving you reeling at the experience, wondering if it had only been a dream. The bloodied bed where he laid as you tended to him told otherwise but you tried not to think too deeply on it, grabbing the sheets to toss into your laundry pile to clean later. You cleaned up the scraps of your bandages and tidied your home like no one had been there, knowing that you had to sleep soon as you couldn’t burn the candle at both ends. You had to be up early for your patients the next morning as well since the work never seemed to end in the midst of the war.

As you’re finishing up there’s several aggressive knocks at your door, your body suddenly tensed as something feels off. Ever since your late-night visitor had left you felt an odd sensation in your chest, this anxiety unwavering in the heavy night air as you wondered how things could possibly get more interesting. When you’re greeted with the sight of two heavy-set men your anxiety finds itself skyrocketing, finding yourself backed into the corner of your own home as they make themselves comfortable.

“Excuse us for intruding. We just happened to see a trail of blood leading here… Are you alright?” His tone indicated he was not at all concerned about your well-being so you didn’t reply, instead trying to fix him with a steady stare that said ‘I’ve done nothing wrong’. “Ah, I see, the quiet type. I don’t mind that however… we’re tracking down a certain menace. A man with bright red hair who we heavily injured earlier today.”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Are you not the resident healer?”

“I am… but that blood trail could have just as easily been from an injured boar who was fighting for territory in the woods. Assuming it was human is a leap.”

“Might I ask why you’re still awake?”

“Some nights my mind keeps me awake with all sorts of thoughts, like whether or not I have to go into town to get more herbs and the like. You’re awfully inquisitive, are you perhaps looking to become a healer rather than being a person who supplies me patients?”

Your temper started to flare up despite you trying to carefully navigate the conversation, wanting these people who clearly came here to threaten you out of your home. You’d dealt with their type before, absolute savages, and you don’t appreciate their intrusion. You’re fonder of the random man who was bleeding out on your doorstep than these people who hurt just because they could, who bullied because they knew people were too afraid to stand up to them. Your irritation doesn’t go unnoticed but is returned with a heavy silence and glares, the two men who had forced their way in their home looming over you menacingly.

Perhaps you should’ve just gone straight to bed.

Kuko hadn’t made it far.

As headstrong as he was even he couldn’t deny the pain his body was in, his wounds aching as they hadn’t closed properly. He was normally far more respectful of the healers back at the temple but he was in a hurry, needing to report back to his father his findings immediately. He didn’t want to bring those hunting him to you either, it would be bad news as they seemed to have no issue slaughtering innocents left and right. He felt like there was a boulder in his gut that was slowing his movements, his body not able to move as nimbly until he’s finally forced to stop. He doesn’t know how far he’s gotten nor how much time has passed but he’s bleeding again.

It’s either turn back towards your hut or continue forward in hopes of finding another healer.

Something else is pulling him back towards you, like you’d attached strings to his body and were pulling at him to come back behind the curtain. Kuko bit his tongue hard to keep himself conscious, leaning against a tree, taking a deep breath, and then starting the journey back to your home. He’d have to prepare a proper apology for impeding on you so late at night but the sudden sense of urgency that rushed through his body stopped his needless worrying, walking forward with a huff.

He didn’t know why but he had to get back to you.

Now.

Your head is pounding as you lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, hands raising to cover your head to prevent further damage to your skull. You’d be in more pain if you were fully conscious but you’re only partially aware of what’s happening to you, your house in shambles around you. The place had been torn apart, the bloody bandages from earlier thrown across the room as they had been found during a ‘mandatory search’. The table you had been sitting at was flipped over and jars of needed herbs were tossed on the floor, even worse, now your own blood was staining the floor.

You’re fighting to stay awake, eyes scanning the floor for anything to defend yourself with but it was a fruitless endeavor. Your hands were meant to heal not harm, you weren’t suited for anything like this, and your assailants were clearly far more skilled than the average soldier. You wished you could say you put up a better fight than the pathetic mess that actually happened but there wasn’t time for self-pity.

“Hey you bastards! Didn’t hurt your pride enough after round one?”

Ninja’s are supposed to be quiet, stealthy, but Kuko had burst onto the scene like some sort of hero in a play. You’re wide-eyed as you spot the shock of red hair but your vision is so blurry and your brain so scrambled you’re worried you’re just hallucinating him. Your eyes met his for a second, your pleading reaching Kuko’s heart immediately; if he hadn’t been so carefully trained his entire life, he thinks his anger might’ve exploded in that moment, causing him to do something he’d regret. To see someone who had treated him with kindness, without asking any extra questions about who he was, someone who was likely innocent and had no means of defending themselves…

It pissed him off.

You hear the sound of skin on skin, some cackling that you’re sure is your ninja savior despite how high-pitched and wicked it sounded, and what you hope isn’t your house getting torn into even more pieces. Your face was buried in your arms as you were growing more exhausted, knowing the moon must be high in the sky at this point. You should’ve been in bed hours ago. Who would help your patients tomorrow when you could hardly help yourself? You weakly managed to bring your head up to survey the room around you but it’s suddenly silent, not a soul in sight until Kuko re-enters your home from the front door.

“Should I ask where you took them or just rely on blind faith?”

“You don’t have to blindly trust me but those assholes got what they deserved,” Kuko scoffed as he walked over to you, lifting you effortlessly so he could bring you over to your little bed (which had stayed clear of any debris). “Shit, I’m tired.”

Your eyes widened as Kuko lowered the mask so he could breathe a little easier, his face so smooth except for a scar on the underside of his chin. You can see a few more scars peeking out from the tears in his clothes but you don’t allow your mind to wander. Kuko is currently questioning why he just revealed his face in front of a civilian without thinking twice about the consequences, knowing this was yet another rule he had broken. There was a strict code all ninja were expected to follow and he’d already broken at least two rules, even more because he actually found himself liking you. He would be lucky if he got out of this unscathed by his father, not that he gave a damn what that shitty old man had to say to him, but he’d rather make his life easier.

“You’re bleeding… your wound from before reopened, didn’t it? I need to help you…”

Kuko shied away from your touch but you can see he’s actively fighting his body’s natural response to protect himself, freezing in place to allow you to place a hand on his shoulder. You kept your movements deliberately slow to prove you meant no harm, not like you could even consider raising a hand to him after he had saved you from who knows what kind of fate. He had half a mind to argue with you about trying to help him when you were injured yourself but he was too tired to even argue, his dad would’ve laughed if he heard that one.

“We should sleep…” After you had replaced his bandages with clean one you sent an exasperated look to your home, disliking the fact it was so messy despite none of it being your fault.

“We can just clean tomorrow.” Kuko flopped himself unceremoniously onto the floor beside your bed, hands behind his head like a pillow with his legs crossed; he winced a bit at the impact but otherwise gave no indication he was uncomfortable. You’re about to question his decision to sleep directly beside you but there really didn’t seem to be enough room in your home with a table flipped over in the middle of it, so it was easier to just settle yourself in beside him and hope he wasn’t secretly some pervert.

Wait, did he say we?

“So, you’re going to stay this time?” You turned on your side to look at him, “I could use some extra help in the woods tomorrow… It shouldn’t be too rough a walk with your injuries… but I guess it’s selfish of me to ask a stranger to just help me out with my own chores…”

“Hmph. I guess I can help.” Kuko’s eyes are closed yet he’s unable to sleep, peaking one open when he hears you shuffling around next to him in an attempt to get comfortable. Even with a bruise forming on your temple you’re as stunning as ever, the young ninja biting his lip as he wondered how much of this was a sense of duty and how much was just him indulging his personal desires.

“Thank you…” You finally whispered out as sleep overcame you.

Kuko is left speechless, cheeks warm as he tries to settle his rapidly beating heart.

#Harai Kuko #Kuko Harai #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnomic #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader #Harai Kuko x Reader #Hypnosis Mic Scenario #Scenario #AU

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thdorkmagnet · 3 years ago

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Light of the Sun and Stars Chapter 46: A Mewman and a Monster (Preview)

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: Slime has asked his crush Princess Penelope Spiderbite out on a date and needing support, both emotionally and literally, calls upon Star and Marco for help. The two graciously lend a hand in helping create the most romantic date possible but, as usual, things rarely go the way they want it too.

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Index

The dimension was completely lifeless. Once a sprawling community had dwelled there, setting up residence in its green pastures and lush landscapes, living a simple and basic life amongst the natural resources all around them. But that peaceful lifestyle had changed when technology was first introduced to the humble society. At first it had been small changes, as it always started, machines and many mechanisms made to help make life easier. Need to plow the fields? Build a machine that could do it half the time you could.

Soon people were using machines for every part of their everyday life and with the invention of robotic helpers… everything changed. Their once grassy hills were torn up to make factories, their land broken and scarred for the sake of 'progress'. Soon their dimension more closely resembled a machine than a once thriving, living place. And the numbers of robots steadily grew, until they outnumbered all living beings 10 to 1.

Sunlight was blocked by heavy smog while frequent and heavy storms began to tear apart what was left of the landscape. The dimension became virtually unlivable and the people were filled with dismay.

That was until a mysterious benefactor appeared one day, offering to buy up the remaining usable land for unknown reasons. The people happily accepted the offer, using the money to relocate to a new dimension (hopefully with better luck than the last), leaving the new owner of the dimension to do with it however they wished. Soon they began construction on a single building, employing the many robots that still inhabited the place to the effort. It took a long time, even with beings that didn’t have the need to eat nor sleep at the head of construction, but eventually it was finished, a single living place in the dimension of dead architecture.

The place was a sight to behold: a clean, cut courtyard leading up to a grand, multi-story building. The architecture was ancient, borrowed from famous castles and cathedrals throughout the multiverse, a sharp contrast to the sleek, modern buildings the dimension had been so known for.

But for as magnificent as it seemed, there was something sinister as well, something dark lurking just behind the smoothly cut stones or grand balconies. A large metal fence had been built around the building, electrified at all times to deter anyone from entering or exiting through anything but the gate. A large tower stood above the building itself, pulsing with some dark magic that had been lost to time long ago. The building's architecture was full of sharp edges and spikes that could seriously harm anyone who was not weary of their surroundings. And though the grand double doors were made of the finest wood in any dimension, they opened onto halls of endless turns and deadends, a labyrinth built to keep everyone trapped inside forever.

But the creator of this school did not care how others viewed it, because this place was serving a grand purpose, educating and enforcing positive change on the future monarchs of the multiverse. St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses was a school like no other, standing superior to any other education system that dared to compete with it, for it was focused solely on punishment and strict results. Every young princess that was sent there, no matter how rebellious or resistant they were, would eventually be broken. It didn’t matter if it took days, weeks, or years, St. O’s and its founder and principal, Heinous , had a perfect record that had never once been broken.

That was until a certain four-armed princess blew the whistle on the academy's “less than reputable” penalties and the school was shut down by the dimensional knights. The great Miss Heinous was forced on the run, leaving every part of her life, her career, her home, her minions, her legacy, to rot. She spent years on the run, just barely managing to stay one step ahead of the dimensional knights and any other form of military power a noble might hire to capture or kill her. But through it all, Heinous only had one thought that kept her going day in and day out. Revenge. Or rather, her legacy finally fulfilled. She often confused the two but it didn’t matter. The path was the same. The path to ultimate victory and control. The path of perfection.

And that path had led back to where it all began.

Nostalgia and old memories came flooding back to the once-proud principal as she stood in front of her old, decaying school. She could still picture it back in the prime of its life, see it as clear as if it were standing in the memory itself rather than the broken dream that stared back at her. Reality was far from the picture perfect days of old. Oh how the mighty had fallen.

Her once proud school was now in desperate need of repairs, walls caved in over the course of time, entire sections of the school now gone. The courtyard was now filled with untamed weeds and overgrown plant life. The tower that had once stood as a beacon of power for her school had been the first thing taken down by those pesky knights and it lay in shambles around the area, an ever present reminder of the injustice Heinous had suffered. The fence was bent and disfigured, was now full of giant, gaping holes in its structure making it completely useless, now it couldn’t even keep out the gust of wind that blew through the empty courtyard. The school had become nothing but an empty shell that had once housed life within it. Heinous couldn’t help but scoff at the irony, her greatest masterpiece was now no different to the rest of this forgotten waste of a dimension.

She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. No, she couldn’t start dwelling on all that now. She had come here for more than just reliving her past failures. Today was about seizing her future. A small cough behind her caused Heinous to roll her eyes. She had almost forgotten her hired hand had come with her, just in case some dimensional knights were lurking there and needed to be disposed of. It was clear that Rasticore, unlike her, was less than content with her dimension. She could practically feel Rasticore’s discomfort as he shifted from one foot to the other, over and over again. It was obvious he wanted to get this over with, something at least they could agree on, Heinous was ready to achieve the next step of her decade-long scheme.

“So are we going inside or not?” Rasticore finally asked and Heinous turned back to him with a narrowed glare.

“Why? Don’t tell me you are frightened of my school?” she accused him, point blank.

Rasticore tensed, before gritting his fangs, clearly holding back the retort. Instead he replied, “No, just all this smog is aggravating my condition.” He then made a point to cough into his claw.

Heinous highly doubted that was the reason for his rush. Not when it was more likely her minion was playing up his sickness to hide his discomfort from her. After all, he was recovering remarkably well from the poison, ready to resume his work in just a few short weeks, so a little foul air shouldn’t be upsetting him as much as he was pretending it was.

Still, she didn’t see any reason to delay things any further so Heinous just turned to her minion and said, “Very well, follow me.”

Entering into her old home was like walking into a portrait in time, everything left exactly as she remembered it. The knights must have left things the same for evidence reasons but Heinous ws surprised her school was still mostly intact. A few rooms had been caved in or hallways blocked and everything certainly needed a good dusting but from the view outside she had been expecting much worse. Paper and pencils lay on the dusty desks, ready to use, as if some child had just set them down and then vanished from this dimension. The banners holding old phrases and mottos Heinous would often repeat in classes were decaying but still hung up even after all these years. The only thing missing was her beloved robotic staff.

Shortly after her escape she had gotten word that all robots operating under her name had been discontinued and dismantled to “prevent further harm” as they had put it. Ha, as if her precious staff could be so cruel, every punishment was fully justified and all for the greater good. If only the royals of the multiverse had seen it that way. “Cruel and unnecessary” they had called it. Hypocrites! They were always happy with the results, even quick to praise her or offer her large sums of money as thanks, but the moment they knew how their beloved child came to be cured of their faults suddenly she was the villain, torturing their bratty children by making them perfect.

Well if they were too stupid and cowardly to see her perfect vision all the way through, then it was up to her to fix this miserable, chaotic world.

Heinous entered into her old office, staring at it with wistful eyes as memories came flooding back to her all over again. Every detail of the small space was exactly as she had remembered it, not a single stone out of place, even after all these years. She ran her hands across her desk, her fingers brushing the loose pieces of paper she had been reading through when the alarm had sounded. Old student files and report cards now yellowed with age and beyond salvaging Heinous could have read them with ease, every single letter saved to her subconscious.

Rasticore stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching as his temporary boss reminisced her old life. It was shocking in all honesty, the lizard assassin hadn’t even known Heinous had a smile that wasn’t sinister but she seemed… almost genuine now. That was until she came across a certain file and the peaceful look switched to a frown, the spell she was under was broken. She picked up the piece of paper, ripping it to shreds in a matter of seconds. Rasticore jumped but didn’t say a word as his boss fell deeper and deeper into a blind rage, picking up several other files and ripping them apart as well. Soon the room was coated in paper shreds and the desk was empty. Rasticore risked a look at what remained of the original file, surprised to see it was a young curly haired princess with four arms. He couldn't imagine what she had done to invoke such fire from the level-headed woman.

Once the temper tantrum was over, Heinous straightened her clothes and smoothed down her hair, making herself look presentable again before turning to her minion. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?” she said as if nothing had even happened. She reached her hand into one of the many pockets that lined her oversized dress and pulled out a small key covered in intricate carvings. Without a word she shoved the desk to the side, Rasticore taken aback by the sudden show of strength. He certainly hadn’t expected it from such a petite woman.

Heinous bent down and inserted the key into a small slot in the ground and turned it with a click. Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet collapsed and a long spiral staircase stretching into the darkness beneath was revealed. Heinous returned the key to her pocket before looking at Rasticore expectantly, much to his confusion. He had been caught off guard thanks to the multiple, unexpected turns this trip had taken and couldn’t for the life of him figure out what she was wanting. Her sharp eyes dug into his skin before she impatiently snapped, “Well? You are the one with the light.”

Rasticore could slap himself for being so stupid and he quickly pulled the lantern out from behind his cloak, already brightly lit by phoenix embers. Without a word he started down the stairs, practically feeling Heinous roll her eyes behind his back and he had to clench his claw so tightly a few trickles of blood formed on his leathery skin. For not the first time, Rasticore seriously debated on just how bad a reputation he would get for killing his employer in cold blood. The lizard assassin cursed himself for his integrity as a killer for hire, every other job had been so easy but this one was really testing just how far he was willing to go for his reputation. He probably would have quit entirely if he weren’t for those stupid brats that eluded him mulitple times. Every attempt he made to take that worthless Princess Star resulted in complete and utter failure and the humiliation ate away at him almost as much as his anger. So if having to endure Heinous a little longer meant seeing the looks on those brats' faces when they finally got what was coming to them… well Rasticore wouldn’t miss that for the world.

Rasticore smiled, imagining the faces of Butterfly and her friends when they realized they had lost and that brought a new fire back to his soul, descending the staircase with a new vigor. The lizard got a good look at his surroundings, his night vision easily spotting what it was they were down there for: robots. Dozens of them, old and rusted over to the point Rasticore questioned if they would even activate. He looked back at his boss, who was eying the robots with a glimmer of dark ambition, not at all concerned about their obvious defectiveness.

“Thought all your robots were dismantled,” Rasticore questioned suspiciously.

Heinous shook her head. “That’s just what you would think,” the woman replied in a condescending tone. “And I knew those idiot knights would believe the same thing, hence why I had these hidden away in case I was ever found out. Imagine it, they all believed they had beaten me and yet my true power was right under their nose all along.”

“Well that explains their poor condition,” Rasticore mumbled to himself, low enough he knew Heinous couldn’t hear him.

The two reached the bottom of the staircase and Heinous began inspecting her machines closely, running her gloved fingers along their metal casings and grimacing at the layer of dirt left behind. “The truth is those robots from my time as principal were simple worker drones, but these, my dear Rasticore, are my army.”

“So you had these things hidden away this whole time and you never thought to use them before now?” Rasticore asked in a deadpan, trying to hold back his rising anger. If she had an army this whole time, why bother hiring him for her dirty work? How much time had he wasted fulfilling her goals when she could have just as easily sent a robot to do it.

“Of course I did,” Heinous replied with quite a bit of malice. “They were my plan from the beginning. I just had to wait for the right time to use them.”

“And only after I’ve been poisoned for your little mission do you suddenly decide it’s the ‘right time’,” the lizard Monster grunted, doing air-quotes for emphasis.

“Hold your tongue!” Heinous snapped, her voice echoing around the dark chamber. The two stared each other down, neither breaking eye contact for even a second. “You cannot possibly comprehend the amount of time and planning I put into this,” she continued, spitting every word violently at her minion. “I spent years concocting the perfect scheme to take back everything I lost, to regain control and create a perfect world order. And yet you dare to believe I would overlook something so carelessly. No. Everything has been planned out.” The woman turned her back to the assassin, stating smugly, “In a scheme like this, timing is everything, my dear Rasticore.”

She approached the nearest robot, wiping the dust off its metal surface, pulling out the same key from before and examining it closely. “And the time has finally come for the next phase of my master plan,” she whispered decisively. With that she rammed the key into the center of the robot’s chest, causing its eyes to blink open and light up red. Heinous took a step back as the machine slowly rose to its feet, creaking and groaning loudly, its rusted body protesting greatly. Branches that had formed around its hollow shell snapped and broke as it pushed itself upward with great strength. Finally, the machine was up, standing tall and at attention, its red eyes blinking as it waited for new orders, somehow menacing despite its deteriorating body.

Rasticore took a step towards the robot body, still eyeing it skeptically but didn’t see a point in arguing, if his boss wanted to gamble all their plans on some old, dumb robot then she could deal with the consequences. It wasn’t his problem if her plan failed, so long as he got paid. “So what, we send this hunk of junk after the Butterfly brat and finally be done with her.” He had to admit the idea of a robot taking her down instead of him left a sour taste in his mouth.

Heinous admired her machine with a satisfactory smile, her hands delicately running along its frame. “Patience, Rasticore, patience. Star Butterfly will receive her punishment in due time. But for now she is too highly guarded to risk an attack on her. We must tread carefully from here on out, no more half-witted schemes, we must deal with her delicately or all of this will be in vain.”

Rasticore grit his teeth at the small insult but kept his calm, extended time with Heinous had really helped him with his temper, the one good thing he could say about being stuck with the snooty, high-and-mighty ex-principal herself. “So who are we targeting?” Rasticore asked impatiently. “I thought the whole point of this field trip was so you could get your hands on Butterfly. You yourself said you needed a Mewman for-”

“And I what I said still holds true,” Heinous interrupted, turning to her minion with a very evil expression. “Which is why we will be targeting another old student of mine, one who is much less guarded and much more obtainable.” A dark look passed over Heinous’ face as she thought of one of her oldest and most successful students, just speaking her name again filled her with a satisfaction and pride Heinous had almost forgotten about. “Princess Penelope Spiderbite.”

#star vs #star vs AU #Light of the Sun and Stars #Preview #Starco #Spiderslime

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like-rain-or-confetti · 5 years ago

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Request: A Shadow (Alec Volturi x Reader)

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Abuse!

Victor took care of you but he wasn't your creator. He had killed your creator barely a day after your change. Ever since, he had been very protective of you. You weren't allowed to leave his home or question him. You always had to do what you were told. You never had visitors. Today that wasn't the case and you didn't know what to do. It seemed Victor was pretty taken aback, a flash of fear appearing in his face. He seemed to recognise the visitors. "Get the door." He said lowly. "Then leave us be." You nodded before heading to the front door. You peeked out from the door, met with a light wind and snow, not to mention seven people dressed in black. They continued to make their way to the porch. Before Victor took over and you hurried upstairs.

A coven had done something wrong, the 'Volturi' would be sent in as they protect vampire kind. They requested Victor's presence. Victor didn't seem entirely convinced but one of the cloaked men asked about you. Victor was alarmed but allowed him to send someone named Alec up to you. Victor warned them that you were a newborn and deemed you vicious. That hurt your feelings. You always tried your best around Victor and never even raised your voice at him nevertheless a finger. Had you been doing something wrong? You heard footsteps approaching and like routine, you rolled under the bed.

"Why are you under the bed?" Am unfamiliar voice asked. The legs moved closer and you moved further back. They stopped. "My name's Alec. I don't mean you any harm. If you're nice to me, I'm nice to you." You stayed quiet. Isn't that what he wanted? He sat on the bedside before reaching down. "See? No harm." Then he must have wanted you to come out. Slowly you shifted forward, flat on your back and only your arm visible. You looked up at his hand before slowly reaching up with your own. Your fingertips brushed his own and he didn't respond, simply keeping still. That gave you enough confidence to come out.

Alec knew something was wrong immediately. This newborn was supposedly vicious and kept under strict rules but the house was spotless, nothing broken or out of place and never has a newborn vampire had the instinct to hide. It wasn't in their nature. When you slowly reached out to touch him, he was only more convinced. You seemed more scared of him just being around. However he was certain you didn't know him.

Slowly, you pulled yourself out from under the bed but remaining curled up on the floor, looking up at Alec in waiting. "Come sit with me." Alec said simply and you complied. “Might i show you something? It’s a secret, no one would think it possible when seeing me.” You silently nodded in agreement. Alec turned his palm up as a black mist began to hover over it. Sure it was a tiny lie, most vampires knew of him and fear struck them to the very core at his very presence. Although, you didn’t need to know that. You needed to trust him and he couldn’t shake how off this visit had been. “I can do something.” Your voice was quiet. “Can you show me?” You shook your head. “I’m not allowed to use it unless Victor says so. It’s dangerous.” “That’s enough.” You flinched hearing Victors stern voice bellow from downstairs. Alec frowned at your response. You were definitely afraid of Victor but why was unknown.

“It appears to me that our Alec has made a new friend.” Marcus mused. “Indeed.” Aro said with gleaming eyes. Curiosity burned within him, curiosity about this gift you had. “I wouldn’t allow it.” Victor said stiffly. “(Y/N) is dangerous. He could get hurt.” “I believe Alec can handle himself.” Aro said with a smirk. His eyes glanced towards the ceiling hearing the two of you converse.

Alec was slowly prodding you out of your shell, he was clever much like his sister. Alec began to describe the castle to you, you seemed to enjoy listening to him more than talking. A smaller detail seemed to catch your interest. “The halls are lit with torches?” “Yes.” “Fire? Isn’t that frightening?” “I don’t know what you mean.” Alec tilted his head. “Fire is for when you’re bad-” “(Y/N)! Enough!” You froze hearing Victor’s call. Alec frowned slightly.

It took Aro, Marcus and Caius to lead Victor outside before you could relax again. “(Y/N), do you like it here?” Alec asked. “I think so. I’ve only been one place before. It was where my creator lived but...” You trailed off. “Do you mean Victor?” “No, Victor isn’t my creator.” “He’s not? Where’s your creator?” Alec asked. You paused looking down nervously. Alec put his and over yours. “You can tell me. I’m a friend.” “Friend?” Alec had to hurry, Victor and his masters were coming back, just barely could he hear them in ear shot. “Victor killed my creator, he saw what i could do.” You said quietly. It wasn’t exactly incriminating and he didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle. “Does he hurt you?” After a moment you nodded. “How?” “(Y/N)!” You heard Victor shout and Alec quickly took your wrists. “You have to tell me.” “With fire...” “(Y/N)!” Victor bellowed and was approaching fast. You panicked, jumping back from Alec. “I told you to keep your mouth shut!”

Alec turned just as Victor stormed into the room. “You!” Victor snarled at Alec before lunging. Before he got to Alec, a shadow caught Alec’s eye, running up behind Victor and leaping onto Victor’s shadow. Victor reeled back, grasping at himself, the shadow latched onto his shadows back. The shadow tugged hard and suddenly Victors head was off and on the ground. Alec looked shocked before his eyes flickered to the wall beside him. The other shadow stood, pausing as though looking at him.

The leaders and other guards rushed in. Slowly the shadow walked to the corner of the room that crawling behind a wooden box. Then you crawled out of the opposite end, slowly rising to a stand. You looked frightened. “Did you do that?” Alec asked quietly. You slowly nodded, nervous to get him the answer. “Thank you.” Alec said quietly as Aro walked around Alec to stand in front of you. Slowly, he reached out his hand towards you with a smile.

Three months later...

Alec went into his room. He could smell you. He knew you were in here. He bent down towards the lamp that was situated to shine against the wall, switching it on. Your shadow appeared on the wall. “Sweet-face, are you teasing me now? You know i can’t touch you when you’re a shadow.” Your shadow moved across the wall, behind Alec and in a matter of seconds he felt arms wrap around him from behind. Alec hummed. “That’s better.” He smiled, interlocking your fingers with his own. He looked over his shoulder to see you smiling up at him, leaning against his shoulder. “I missed you.” You said lightly.

#request #twilight #volturi #the volturi #alec volturi #vampire!reader #one shot #oneshot #trigger warning

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megalony · 5 years ago

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My bad side- Part 2

This is the second part of my murderer! Ben Hardy imagine which shows Ben with a family. I hope you all like it.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @rogahs-drowse @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have four boys together who love and dote on him, despite his antics and ruthless ways. But no one wants to get on Ben’s bad side, especially not the neighbours.

Enjoy.

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"Don't you dare throw up on me again." Ben's wary eyes cast over to his right to look at his youngest who was sitting on his hip, biting his thumb with an innocent look in his eyes that was enough to melt Ben's black heart.

The look Beckett was giving Ben and the smile on his lips made him look innocent and as if he had done nothing wrong and his smile suggested that he thought Ben was only messing around when in reality his words were serious. Ben knew his boy was ill but he didn't like any of them being sick, he could tolerate blood and guts with no problem at all but he didn't like dealing with sick, he had no time or patience for it. It was as if Beckett already knew this because ten minutes ago he threw up right on Ben's shirt.

Ben had given him the benefit of the doubt because he knew he didn't do it on purpose but if he threw up on Ben again or threw up in general Ben would put him to bed. He wouldn't deal with it, that was just how he was.

Ben knew a lot of people, even (Y/n), were surprised and maybe even confused that Ben wanted kids with how he was and how he acted. If they messed around Ben wouldn't tolerate it at all, if they were sick he didn't want to deal with it, he wasn't the best at comforting them but he was working on it and he was a lot better now than when they first had Theo. Ben was very strict with the boys, sometimes he would swear in front of them, they had definitely heard him shouting a lot over the years and he wasn't afraid to make them fear him.

But all of Ben's antics and little ways wasn't harming the boys or bringing them up badly. By fearing Ben it stopped them from acting out and kept them under control, strict rules around the house was helping to make them mature and hearing him shouting or being angry didn't do much harm, it just made them more aware of what they were doing so they didn't do anything wrong.

All the boys loved Ben to the ends of the Earth, his ways didn't make them hate him or not love him or not want to be around him. Beckett was always with him like a little shadow.

Sometimes Ben looked and acted like he didn't care about things around the boys but that was part of who Ben was. He seemed to drift into his mind a lot or look unamused, he didn't get overly excited about things but he could get angry very easily, sometimes he drifted around the house like a ghost but everyone was used to it by now anyway.

Walking down the stairs, Ben headed into the lounge and sat down on the sofa with Beckett laid on his chest. He turned the tv on for him as he hoped he would fall asleep to see if that would make him feel a bit better. Tipping his head back against the sofa, Ben propped his feet up on the coffee table, slouched slightly on the sofa with Beckett sprawled out on his chest. This was how he usually laid either on the sofa or in bed with Beckett to try and get him to go to sleep.

He slowly ran his left hand up and down Beckett's back to try and calm him down whilst he flexed his right hand out, draping his arm over the arm of the sofa as he tried to relieve the tension in his hand. He'd boxed a little too hard yesterday and broken one of his knuckles and his index finger when punching someone. The pain was bearable for Ben since he had a high pain tolerance but it was irritating. He didn't bother to go to the doctors for a cast that would slow him down and get in the way, he simply set his knuckle and his finger back in the right place and put a roll of bandage around his hand.

Ben didn't know how long he'd sat there with some boring kids movie playing but he knew he was almost asleep before Rowan suddenly came running into the room with a look of panic on his face.

"Hey bud, you okay?" Ben ran his hand over his face to wake himself up before he beckoned Rowan over to him when he noticed that he looked scared. Usually the boys came over to Ben looking scared when they had done something wrong, but Rowan's expression was a little different than that.

Rowan leaned against the sofa, holding onto Ben's arm when he rested his damaged hand against the six-year-old's back, holding him to his side. He looked down at Ben's arm for a little while before he dared to look up at Ben and finally talked to him.

"We were playing outside... but Theo got mad and pushed Finn over." Ben rubbed his hand up and down Rowan's back as he took a moment to wake himself up and take a deep breath. Either Finn was hurt or the boys were fighting and Rowan didn't like it, whatever the problem was Ben clearly had to go and talk to them about it. Whenever Ben got made both the twins hurried out the way but if he was mad at them they would shake with fear, they hated Ben or (Y/n) being mad at them.

"Is he hurt?"

"He's bleeding." Rowan started to tug on Ben's arm to try and pull him up off the sofa but he barely had the strength to move Ben's arm, let alone the rest of his body.

"Alright, alright bud I'm coming." Ben sat himself up, being careful of Beckett who was now fast asleep on his chest. Leaning over to the other side of the sofa, Ben laid the toddler down and dragged the blanket from the back of the sofa over his frame before he got up. Sighing as he let Rowan pull him out of the living room and down the narrow hall to get into the kitchen and over to the back door.

The moment Rowan dragged Ben out into the garden, he let go of his hand and hung back near the door, clearly knowing Ben was going to get mad in a moment. Ben cast his eye over to Rowan before he continued walking into the garden, going over to where Finn was sitting on the concrete next to the grass, loud sobs leaving his lips. But the moment Ben bent down in front of the other twin, he felt anger boiling up inside of him when he looked down at him.

Reaching out, Ben gently tilted Finn's head so he was looking up towards the sky so Ben could get a better look at him. He had blood pouring from his nose that was bright red and clearly going to be bruised in a few hours and there were graze marks on his cheek that were very lightly bleeding. When Finn held out his hands to Ben, he had gravel and blood on his hands from cuts he must have gotten from trying to stop himself from falling over.

The look Finn gave Ben made Ben's heart stutter, his wide blue eyes were sparkling from being glazed over with tears that were pouring down his face but the moment Ben locked eyes with him, a loud sob left his lips.

"Head forward for me buddy, spit it out." Ben rubbed Finn's back and gently pushed his head so he was looking down at the floor in case his nose was still bleeding, not wanting the blood to run back down his throat.

When Finn coughed the blood onto the floor and seemed like he was the slightest bit calmer, Ben gently scooped him up from the floor and settled him on his hip against his chest. Watching as he curled up into his chest seeking a lot of comfort, wrapping one arm around Ben's neck whilst he held the other hand to his bleeding nose but it didn't stop the wails from leaving his lips.

Turning his head, Ben locked eyes with Theo for a split second before the eldest boy looked down the football in his hands, not wanting to look at Ben any longer because he knew he was going to be in trouble now. He started to bounce the football against the grass and kick it around but when he picked it up, he quaked with fear when Ben barrelled over to him.

The moment Ben was stood in front of him, he reached out and snatched the football from Theo's hands and threw it harshly to the side causing it to bash into the fence. When Theo still didn't look up at Ben, he reached over and put his bad hand on the back of Theo's neck, not enough to cause him pain but enough to shock and scare him. He pushed him until he started walking very slowly in the direction of the house where Rowan quickly ran inside to be out of the way.

"Get inside." Ben spat the words at him in a very dangerous tone of voice before he let go of his neck when he was sure that Theo wasn't going to run off or stop and stand still. "Now sit your ass down at the table." Ben kicked one of the chairs from the table to signal for Theo to sit down, he didn't want him running up to his room and trying to hide away because he knew he was about to get told off and when he was told off by Ben, it was never pretty.

Ben didn't spare Theo another glance, he headed over to the sink and gently sat Finn down on the counter who was still sobbing his heart out from shock and pain.

Grabbing a cloth, Ben ran it under the cold tap before he started to clean up the blood from Finn's nose, lips and chin. He held his free hand against the back of Finn's head gently to stop him from pulling away when it started to sting. When his nose was cleaned up, Ben looked through the cupboards and grabbed an antiseptic wipe, cleaning his cheek and his hands which made Finn sob worse.

"Alright buddy, the bleedings stopped now. You're fine, you're fine." Ben wrapped his arms around his boy, hugging him to his chest when he continued to cry. He kissed the top of his head and held him for a while until he seemed to calm down. "Keep this on your nose and have this." Ben set Finn down to his feet and handed him an ice pack and an ice lolly before gently ushering him into the living room to sit with Beckett and Rowan if he had gone in there.

Planting his hand down on the counter, Ben turned around so he was facing Theo who had his head resting on his hand, looking down at the table like he was reading an interesting book that had stolen his full attention.

"What were you doing?" Ben finally broke the silence that had enveloped around them but his anger kept on rising when Theo didn't respond or even look at him. He continued to look at the table like Ben didn't exist or as if he couldn't hear what he was saying and it was infuriating to Ben. The boys knew not to be ignorant or try and be clever like this and if they were asked a question they had to answer truthfully.

Ben waited a few more seconds before he pushed himself off the counter and stormed over to stand in front of Theo. He took his chin in his hand and roughly tilted his head up so he was finally looking at him but Theo looked down at Ben's arm instead of his face.

"Oi, get your eyes up here and start answering me because right now you're getting on my bloody nerve. What the hell were you doing out there?" Ben applied a bit of pressure to Theo's chin until he finally relented and looked up to meet Ben's furious gaze. There was fear in Theo's eyes which he could hide no matter how hard he tried.

"Playing football, but Finn kept messing around and running off with the ball." Theo's voice trembled and kept getting quieter because it didn't matter what he said, Ben was angry and he wasn't likely to calm down just yet. Finn was clearly hurt and he had cuts and a bleeding nose, Ben wasn't going to let that go lightly. The boys couldn't push one another around or tease or mess around they knew the rules and Ben came down on them hard when they broke the rules or hurt one another like this.

"Did you push him or punch him because his nose is bad." Ben let go of Theo's chin now that he was looking at him but he held onto the back of the chair and the table to cage him in when he looked like he was debating running off to his room.

Theo had either pushed Finn and he smacked his nose on the floor or he punched him and Finn fell and scraped his hands. But either way, Theo had hurt him with a bit of force to make his nose bleed that badly and to bruise it like that. He was lucky he didn't break Finn's nose because all hell would have been unleashed if he had. Finn was only six, he didn't understand how to play football properly and he was just playing, hurting him like that wasn't fair.

"What did you do?"

"Punch." Theo bit back when Ben raised his voice but he quickly shrunk back in his seat when he noticed Ben's expression change. None of the boys had punched each other before, they pushed, they pulled hair, they kicked and hit or tried to tackle but they didn't punch.

Ben wasn't bringing any of them up to fight because he didn't want them to, he wanted something different, something better for his boys. They all knew he was a boxer but that was completely different and Ben didn't want Theo getting into the fighting habit at all, especially not at his age.

"You punched him?" Ben mulled over the question for a while but the more he thought about it the angrier he felt. Finn was the shyer one out of them all, he was the quiet child who didn't like to watch fighting, let alone try and do it himself. "You could have broken his fucking nose!" Ben slammed his hand down on the table causing Theo to jump in his seat.

"I- I didn't mean to-"

"Don't give me that shit if you didn't mean it you wouldn't have done it." If Theo really didn't mean to do it then it wouldn't have happened. He meant to do it in the heat of the moment and then regretted it, there was a difference that he needed to know. Ben always meant to hurt people and he had the mindset of never regretting hurting anyone, that was the cruel nature he had but he was glad that at least Theo was feeling regret. He didn't want Theo turning out like him.

"You hurt people, you punch and break your hand and other people's noses." Theo crossed his arms over his chest but he didn't look intimidating or annoyed, he looked worried and frightened. Ben would never hurt him and he knew that but Ben shouting at him or making threats or anything like that was scary to all the boys.

"Yes, I do, that's my job Theo but I fight people who want to fight me back. I punch fuckers who punch me back and who try and hurt me, Finn didn't start the fight you did and he didn't want to fight so that's wrong. You don't hurt any of your brothers and you do not, repeat, not, punch them." When Ben had a fight, he had a willing opponent unless it was someone he was beating up for betraying him or an enemy he needed to keep quiet. But when Ben was in the ring and not in a back alley, his opponent was willing to fight, they were ready to hurt him.

Finn didn't want to fight or be hit so it wasn't right to throw a punch at him like that.

"I want mum." Theo huffed the words but his voice was cracking and his eyes were glossing over with tears because he was in the wrong and Ben was making sure he knew that. (Y/n) didn't tend to give punishments or lectures to the boys, she left that to Ben because it was what he did best. The boys ran to (Y/n) when they had been told off because she calmed them down and made them feel better and hugged them rather than shouted at them with a cold expression.

When Theo tried to duck under Ben's arm and move away Ben grabbed him and sat him back down because he wasn't finished yet.

"Yeah I bet you do. But your mum isn't here, I am so you're in deep trouble. You're gonna apologise to Finn and then go to your room, no tv or video games for three days. If you dare punch or hit any of your brothers again I'll hit you back, got it?" Ben leaned closer to Theo until he looked up at him and nodded to show that he understood.

The moment Ben pulled back and stepped to the side, Theo scrambled from his seat and bolted for the lounge. He wouldn't dare turn on his tv or try and play a game quietly because he knew if Ben found out he would be in even more trouble.

When Ben headed into the lounge, Theo had already hurried up to his room to be out of the way. Rowan was sitting on the rug looking up at the tv as he was playing a game, Beckett was still curled up where Ben had left him but he was just barely awake, he must have woken up when Ben started shouting. And Finn was sat on the other end of the sofa, curled up with the ice pack pressed lightly to his nose. He moved over when Ben motioned for him to do so and when Ben sat down, he scrambled over to cuddle up in Ben's side under his arm.

"Did your brother apologise to you?" Ben tilted his head down to look at Finn who nodded before closing his eyes. He didn't bother opening his eyes when Ben gently moved the ice pack away so he could look at the bruising which didn't look as bad as what Ben thought but it was still early and there was already swelling starting to take place.

A comfortable silence fell over the boys and Ben started to fall asleep again after a while, but he tiredly opened his eyes and woke back up when he heard (Y/n)'s voice, signalling that she was back home.

Walking into the living room, (Y/n) headed over to Rowan and kissed his head as he was sat on the rug, she then kissed Beckett's head, not daring to move him since he was finally asleep. Her eyes cast over to Finn, biting her lip when she noticed his nose but her eyes softened when he smiled at her. She kissed his cheek lovingly before sitting down on Ben's lap and kissing him too.

"Did he come grovelling to you?" Ben tilted his head back against the sofa so he could look up at (Y/n) who simply gave him a certain look and it told him Theo had rushed down to (Y/n) the moment she walked through the door. "Thought so."

"Don't you go saying anything else to him today, I think you've scared him enough." (Y/n) rose her brow as she spoke, she wasn't asking she was telling Ben not to aggravate or upset Theo anymore because he was sorry for what he had done and he didn't need Ben shouting at him any more than this. He knew he had been bad and he wasn't likely to repeat the same mistake twice.

"I won't, he's learnt his lesson." Ben leaned his head against (Y/n)'s when she laid back against his chest, smiling when he pressed his lips to her temple.

He wasn't going to say anything else to Theo, he knew he had been a bit harsh on him but that was how Ben was and it was how he knew the boys would listen and learn. Ben's job and the way he was meant he could be harsh to the boys one second but could calm down and move on the next.

Theo was clearly angry at Ben despite being afraid of him but it didn't matter how many times Ben shouted at any of the boys or in front of them, they knew how much he loved them.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben x reader #dad! ben #murderer! ben #imagine #BoRhap

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cupsofsuga · 5 years ago

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Ask ; so this concept / storyline is from @bangtan-apollo and i recommend for you to check her out if you're still confused about it. basically, would the yandere bts members have a fanclub for YN? if so who would be the president and what are the assigned roles towards each member?

Send me an ask! - X

Thank you for sending me an ask, moonlight!

IDEA CREATED BY @bangtans-apollo !!!

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ The President! Having the much desired place as your best friend, Jin is the respected President of the “writing” club. But, with the President comes rules, and these rules Jin has created are strict, almost cruel. The one defining rule is, under no circumstances, is anyone allowed to speak to Y/N… Ever. Due to his possessive behavior, Jin never favored the idea of letting these dogs bark and yap around you, so, creating this rule did him a genuine favor. The look on their faces when he announced this rule was hysterical, too (Jimin broke into tears right then and there, Namjoon nearly broke a chair, and Yoongi almost collapsed). As much as the members despise this rule, as well as despising Jin, they must respect him. Any rule broken could bring you to serious, serious consequences.

“Hoseok, if you continue to chirp at me over your time with a single sweater, I’ll have to give you a strike. Don’t test my patience…”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ Club Secretary! With this role, Yoongi has the responsibility to run errands of certain sort, takes notes during meetings and assist to the members needs. As the boys crowd into the café he works at, he makes Namjoon his coffee and Jimin his hot chocolate with one too many sugars included. These notes Yoongi is required to take usually consist of doodles to distract himself from the pit in his stomach when Jin talks about his weekend with you or actual, useful information of facts littered here in there in his rival’s speech. He runs errands to retrieve film after Taehyung had ran out and first aid material when Jungkook bruises and breaks skin on his fists after one of his many temper tantrums. Yoongi fucking despises catering to the members, but if it’s for you, he’d drag himself through hell and crawl back.

“Jimin, we’re gonna run out of stock if you keep fucking hogging the sugars! God… HEY! Don’t touch my notepad! That’s for my eyes only, Jin… I-I’ll send you the weekly report later tomorrow, just don’t invade my privacy, you dick…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ Event Planner! As Hoseok and Jimin are very good friends, they have both been given the responsibility of setting up events. The two boys brainstorm activities for the club, such as quizzes, games, training, studying, but, once in a while they both get distracted and spend the rest of the evening gushing and gawking over your beauty, your soul and small scenarios they create in their head that they blush over at night. But, after Hoseok finally get over his disturbances, he loves to set up events out at parks or in cafés, but, all of the meeting mostly take place in the empty auditorium hours after the drama club has left. When he was first assigned the role as Event Planner, Hoseok once was given full privileges of deciding where locations of their meeting, but lost them when he retrieved the coordinates to your house and Jin caught him lurking in the woods while you and him were watching a movie. Hoseok doesn’t like to speak of that incident, though.

“Ok, ok, ok! We have to focus now…! Oh, god, I just thought about it again! Stop it, Jimin! My heart’s too weak for this!”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Financial Manager! With his family’s wealth, Namjoon could buy Taehyung all the cameras he ever desired and Jungkook enough weapons to put him through a war. The idea of spoiling these members wasn’t at all attracting, no! The money in Namjoon’s pocket is practically pleading to be spent on you only, not these lowlives who are deluded enough to think they could possibly have a chance with you. Informing his parents about funding his “after-school club” was easy, as his parents don’t pay attention to their son. Snatching a few bucks from his father wouldn’t do any harm as the man had too much money to even notice a decrease, anyway. Namjoon is smart with his money, too. He won’t waste his money on that ridiculously expensive suit Taehyung wanted to show off to you or that pair of shoes Yoongi wanted to gift you after he heard you gawking over them. The money is strictly only used for the club and… appropriate items.

“Jungkook, I can’t just buy you a Lamborghini, are you deranged!? I don’t care if you want to show off to Y/N, it’s not happening…! My father would go ballistic…”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Mission Manager! Although his missions can be a bit… childish, the plans can be creative in specific scenarios. From quizzes and activities which come with grand prizes (such as blankets, plushies, more sweaters) to full-on mafia eliminations (like that teacher that Hoseok saw scolding you or that blonde Yoongi saw ranting about her hatred for you). But, the most grand mission is at the very end of the school year. Ace a quiz containing information from the following year about dear Y/N and join the President and Vice President as they tour you around Y/N’ home. Yes! While you spend the day boring yourself to death with textbooks, one lucky member will get to spend the remaining school hours in your bedroom. Sweet Jimin is desperate to get a good grade on this quiz. Wish him luck!

“I-I-I don’t understand! The idea isn’t bad! If we’re quiet, we can totally steal their cat… It takes up too much of their attention, anyway!”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ Vice President! With an extra pair of eyes on your form and nearly a million pictures taken of your day-to-day life, Taehyung nearly knows about you as much of Jin. All of them (especially Jimin on a daily basis) beg and plead for even the smallest hint of how your night was spent. Even from just the simplest of things such as rotting your brain on films or fiddling on your phone till the AM, the members still swoon at the mere mention of you. Taehyung holds privilege of being the Vice President, as he has earned the respected place as Jin’s friend, meaning that one day, Jin could possibly let him hang out with you. The idea is infatuating! The others stare in poorly-hidden envy when Jin, as President, talks about the possibility of letting him see you face-to-face, as it was against club rules for the others. They pray of one day being in his position, but, that’s what you earn as Vice President!

“Yoongi, if you keep trying to smuggle Y/N’s sweatshirts, I’m required to report you to Jin. Remember, three strikes, you’re out! I wouldn’t get on my bad side, if I were you…”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ Security Manager! This gym rat surely has the muscles to protect the members as well as the almighty Y/N. Even though they have Jungkook’s posture as an intimidation factor, outsiders have stepped over the line once or twice and left with bruises and bloody noses (including Taehyung, but, we don’t speak of that). He’s also quite protective of the items he’s “borrowed” from you that are now in his possesion, only letting the rest of the members have a couple seconds touching your stolen hairbrush or sweater that reeks of your sugary-sweet musk. Although his jealousy does bleed through the bandaids at times, he does intend on protecting the members and the club, but, most importantly, he intends on protecting Y/N and making sure no one brings them to any harm. Y/N always comes first, as he says.

“Aye! You’ve had your turn, Namjoon! Let me see the pencil… HEY! You can’t touch that sweater, Jimin! I got it first…”

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years ago

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter Twenty-Two

Masterlist Previous Next: Coming Soon

Warnings: Swearing

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“You are so lucky that I love you,” Yoongi’s jaw sets as he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest. The two of us are standing in the middle of the garage waiting for my motorcyclist to return to us. “You just want to break every rule that I set down, don’t you?”

“Oh come on, Yoongi,” I chuckle, throwing up my hands in exasperation. “I just spent two weeks confined to a hospital room. Sure, I got to spend that time with my friends, my lovely brother, and the love of my life, playing video games, or watching something on the TV, or talking, or just enjoying the company as we did our own thing. But I was still trapped in a room where I had to see the same four walls for two weeks. Then you spring it on me that I can’t leave the mansion until we figure all this shit out. I deserve one last outing before I have to stay within these walls for who knows how long.”

“Two weeks isn’t even that long. With all that has been happening to us, that is a blink of an eye.”

“When you cannot leave a small hospital room, two weeks stretches out for a lot longer. You were able to do whatever you wanted, so please just let me do this one last thing before shit gets real.”

“What happened to the girl that never wanted to leave the house?” Yoongi teases, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“She met a boy who rides a motorcycle,” Taehyung speaks up as he slowly approaches us on his motorcycle. “I promise to take good care of her, and we won’t stop to go into any shops. We’ll be gone for thirty-five minutes or so, and then we will set up in Bambi’s room. She’ll get back to schoolwork, and I will hack away at whatever you tell me to, boss.” He kicks the stand out, climbing off his motorcycle and walking over to us.

“Don’t call him that,” I shake my head, hugging onto one of Taehyung’s arms.

“That’s what I am,” Yoongi narrows his eyes at me. “What should he call me?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but I don’t like him calling you boss. I’m sick of all of us being so formal around each other. We’re all friends, a family really, and we should act like it more often.”

“That’s cute, babe,” Taehyung presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Are you ready to head out?”

“I guess, if you want to change how we do things around here, you are allowed to as my partner,” Yoongi nods a few times.

“Dad isn’t in charge anymore, and we don’t have to run this like a strict business of people who hate to be around each other,” I slightly smile. “I think it is time that we do more fun things as a group. That we call each other by our actual names and not our codenames outside of meetings. Is that alright, brother?”

“I can accept that,” he reaches over to rub his hand over the top of my head. “I’ll still call you Bambi, though. You’ll always be my little one.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” I giggle. “I’m ready to go, Tae.”

“Don’t worry about us, Yoongi,” Taehyung says. “I doubt anyone is better on a motorcycle than me, and I will do anything to keep Areum safe.”

“I trust you, Taehyung,” Yoongi turns around and starts walking back towards the house. “I’ll see you both when you get back!”

“This is probably the last good day for a ride, so perfect timing,” Taehyung pulls his arm out of my hold, going over to his motorcycle to grab the helmets. “I’m sure that it will start snowing sometime soon.”

“I can’t believe that December is just days away,” I skip up to Taehyung, awaiting him to place my helmet on my head. “I’ll have to really focus on getting my finals done in time.”

“I don’t think you will have any trouble,” he leans down, pressing a kiss to my nose before placing my helmet on. “Since you get to do it from the comfort of your bed with two dogs to cuddle with.”

“You’ll be in my office then?” I secure the strap, making sure that the helmet is snug.

“Seems like the best place to be comfortable and be out of your way until you get your work done. I assume that you will join me once you are free of school,” he grins, adjusting the helmet on his head. “You could sit on my lap, or lie on the cushioned bench, or bring another desk chair in, but you’ll be closer.”

“No doubt in my mind,” I giggle. “I’m glad that Yoongi agreed to a more relaxed environment. I truly think that we can be closer, and be able to interact like the good friends that we are.”

“You want to leave your own legacy,” he swoops down to press a kiss to my lips. “Keep pushing to lead the way that you want.”

“Come on,” I poke his stomach a few times. “I want to go on this ride while I still can.”

We spend the next few minutes settling on the seats, and then Taehyung is driving out of the garage. I watch the trees go pass as we make our way down the driveway, and before I know it, we are out on the main road. The crisp air makes my lungs burns, making me feel more alive than I have in the past two weeks. All of my senses come to life as we cruise through the streets. I’ve needed this for a long time, and I would have gone behind my brother’s back if I had to.

I slowly lean back, keeping my hands on Taehyung’s sides for balance. The wind whipping around me drowning out most noise. It’s near impossible to talk to Taehyung like this, so I am left to my thoughts.

I know that Minho and Boram have warned me about trying to remember the last chunk of memories. That the pressure I would put on my brain could be extremely harmful, but I have a feeling that a lot would be unraveled. I know my mother’s murder is the last piece of the puzzle still under lock and key, which would be a lot harder to trigger than the last few bursts of memories. To know the circumstances that surrounded my mother’s death would be a great help with understanding my father’s.

We slow to a stop at a red light. There may be multiple cars around us, but I feel like we are the only ones in the world right now.

Taehyung’s feet hit the pavement, and then he turns back to look at me. “How you feel?”

“Great,” I gummy smile. “This is just what I needed to stretch my legs before staying in the mansion for who knows how long.”

“I love you,” he winks before turning back around.

“I love you too,” I squeeze his sides.

In the next moment we are moving again, and I am falling back into my thoughts.

Once I told Yoongi about what Reo told me, he went into a frenzy looking into every single person that spends most of their lives at the mansion. Even if they don’t live there, he wanted to make sure that no one could possibly be a double agent for the Red Wolves. Of course, everyone came out clean, but it made me think about all my closest friends and where they come from.

For the most part, I know a general idea of where those I interact with most in the mansion come from. I know if they have siblings, or if they come from a broken home, or if they were on a path to prison. I know how old most of them were when my father saved them and brought them to the mansion. The ones that I am extremely close with, I could tell their story as if it happened to me. It goes both ways, as I have always trusted my friends with all that goes on with my life. Some more than others, but if any of them were to ask, I would spill my guts. Bangtan is built on trust.

However, there is one person that I know next to nothing about their past, and he’s the one in control of the motorcycle we are on. Taehyung I wouldn’t say avoids the topic of his past, but he sure isn’t openly talking about it. I’ve searched my memories of us when we were younger, and he didn’t tell me then either. I do not worry that he is keeping a terrible secret from me like asshole Reo was. I know that Taehyung loves me more in every possible way to hurt me like that. His heart is with Bangtan as much as it is with me. Still, I want to be able to understand where he comes from. To be able to talk about our lives before each other. I’m sure that he’s just waiting for a good time to tell me.

I take a deep breath, looking around at the city we are passing through. All the cute little shops, and all the people bundled up as the walk down the sidewalk. Even though I love my life and leading the biggest crime organization in the country, there are times when I wish that I could spend one day like the average person. Where no one knows my name, and I don’t have to look over my shoulder at every corner.

My eyes catch onto a slick black car with heavily tinted windows weaving through traffic. Whatever they are running late for must be more important than any lives.

I roll my eyes, tearing my gaze away from the idiot driver.

It would be nice if our helmets had a way to communicate with each other or listen to the radio. It can be nice to be alone with your thoughts, but the sound of the wind can only be enjoyable for so long. I would like to sing along to any of my favorite songs, or to talk Taehyung’s ear off about whatever my heart desires.

A car horn screams out, breaking me out of my thoughts. The screech of rubber on road gets me to snap my head towards whatever accident was just avoided. My eyes lock on to the black car from before speeding right at us.

“Taehyungie!” I scream, leaning forward to put my chest to his back as my arms wrap around his torso. “Look out! A car is coming right at us!”

Taehyung glances over his shoulder; his mouth moving as curse words that I can’t hear fly out.

I take a deep breath, waiting for the car to ram us, but the sensation never comes.

Taehyung quickly swerves us out of the car’s path. Somehow able to keep us from skidding out. “Hang on tight! We’re gonna go fast!”

I squeal, tightening my hold on Taehyung as he floors it. My heart is pounding in my ears as he skillfully maneuvers us through the traffic, but the car after us is doing its best to keep up with us.

This can’t possibly be an assassination attempt by the Red Wolves. They want me alive to be the voiceless princess beside Reo. I would be severely injured if this car were successful in ramming into us. Taehyung could die if he is not able to get us out of this mess.

“Trust me, kitten!” Taehyung’s voice reaches me over the car horns, screams of civilians, and the roar of engines all around us. “I have spent countless hours becoming the best at this for a good reason!”

My heart is still racing, but the doubt filled thoughts quickly exit my mind.

It not hard to tell that the car is jumping up on the sidewalk to get around the traffic and keep up with us. And it is hard not to hear the pained screams from those who are not able to get out of the way in time. All because whoever is after me is on a mission.

“Go down an alley or something, Tae!” I press my cheek against the spot between his shoulder blades. “We have to get out of here! People are getting hurt!”

“Working on it!” Taehyung shouts back.

The world seems to run in slow motion as the street narrows, and I can feel our pursuers edging closer. This is the part of the movie where I would be shaking on the edge of my seat.

“Do not let go, Areum! We are going to take this turn like it should never be taken!”

All words catch in my throat as I understand what is about to happen.

In the next few seconds, an alleyway comes into my view. Taehyung slams on the break mere moments before we are even with the alley, flinging the front wheel towards the direction that we need to go. I can feel the back wheel pop off the ground as a scream leaves my lips. Taehyung then puts all his might into the gas, so that in the next moment we are flying down the alley at gut wrenching speeds. The black car’s brakes scream out, signaling to us that it will not be following us any longer. That Taehyung was able to give them the slip.

My brain is a fuzzy mess as Taehyung speeds back to the mansion through side streets. While it seems impossible that the car could have found us again, he isn’t taking any chances. If we have to take twenty minutes to get home in order to avoid anyone, then that is what Taehyung will do to protect me.

I’m not actually sure how long it takes us to get back to the mansion as I am too focused on calming myself down from what could have been my last moments on this earth. All the grounding techniques that I learned from my forced therapy sessions are not helping in the slightest. The tears are still collecting in the corner of my eyes, and I can’t get my heart to stop beating like it is going to pop out of my chest. I barely notice us pulling into the garage and coming to a stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Taehyung forcefully kicks the stand out, hopping off his motorcycle as he pulls his helmet off and throws it with all his might at the floor.

I blink a few times, bringing myself back into the moment. “Tae, are you okay?” My voice comes out quieter than I intended, but I’m am more surprised that I can even talk in this moment.

Taehyung looks over at me, running his hands through his hair multiple times. He takes a deep breath before finally relaxing. “Are you okay? Forget me for a second. I need to know if you are okay?” He steps up to me, gently taking my helmet off and tossing it onto the ground behind me. “Fuck, I could feel your heart against my back, and I was afraid that you might pass out from being that worked up.” He cups my face to run his thumbs over my cheeks in an attempt to soothe me.

“I’ve never had someone come after me.” My voice cracks, but I refuse to cry. “I have also never gone that fast on a motorcycle before, so I guess there is a bit of a silver lining there.” I force a giggle passed my lips.

Taehyung sadly smiles, “Oh, Areum, I am so sorry that you just had to go through that. I can’t believe they would send someone after you like that.” He leans down to place his forehead on me. “How about we go up to your room and calm down?” He takes a step back, pulling his hands away from my face.

“Are you okay?” I slowly climb off his motorcycle. My legs feeling like jelly when they hit solid ground. “You got us out of that situation without too much trouble, but I can’t even imagine what you must have been feeling.”

“I’m fine. I was going to do whatever I had to back there to make sure that you made it back here. Even if it meant-”

“Don’t,” I hold up my hand. “Do not even finish that sentence.”

“It’s true, though, and I know that you were thinking the same thing for me.”

“I was hoping that you told the truth when you said that you were the best motorcyclist in the city.”

He shrugs, “Was I?”

“I would say yes.” I take the few steps over to him on shaky legs.

“Areum,” he looks over me with concern. “Can you even make it to your room?”

“Just give me a moment,” I take a deep breath. “It will pass in a minute.”

“I’d rather not wait that long,” he chuckles, swiftly picking me up like a bride. “I may be a hacker, but I can carry you all the same.”

I giggle, linking my arms around his neck. “Well, I am okay with this.”

“I would hope so,” he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. He then starts walking, entering the house and making his way towards what is now our room.

“Do you think that we made a mistake?” I speak up after a few minutes. “Yoongi told us that we should have stayed home, but I wanted to go out so bad.”

“None of what just happened is our fault, first of all, so we did not make a mistake. We should be able to leave this mansion without fear of someone coming after your life.”

“I guess you’re right,” I nibble on my bottom lip. “I never thought it would come to this.”

“It should have never gotten to this.”

It doesn’t take too much longer for use to make it to our room where Taehyung sets me down in the middle of the bed. Snow and Cookie lift their heads to look at us from their spot at the foot of the bed.

“I’m going to make sure that whoever did this is brought to justice,” Taehyung speaks up from his spot kneeling beside me. “I will hack until I figure out who was out to get you. Even if that means I have to sleep and eat less, I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you stay safe.”

“Taehyungie,” I pout, grabbing his hand. “As much as that means to me that you would do something like that, I don’t want you to risk your health to protect me. Hack all day if you want, but I want you to get sleep and eat meals with me like we’ve been doing.”

“I promise that I won’t overwork myself,” he brings my hand up to press kisses to my knuckles. “And I promise that I will find whoever was after us today. That is a Kim Taehyung promise, babe. Not once have I broken one of those.”

********

I run my hand along the books as Yoongi and I walk down an aisle of the library. There used to be a time when we would run down these aisle playing tag, or I would do my best to hide wherever I could while Yoongi tracked me down. Now, this is the best place that the two of us can find to get away from everyone and be able to talk.

“I think that I have had enough near-death experiences now to last a few years,” I sigh, pulling my hand away from the books. “All the times that the Red Wolves’ lady has come up to me, and then Reo, and now that black car. Not to mention times before this that I probably didn’t even know there was danger. I’m getting a bit sick of it, honestly,” I chuckle.

“I truly didn’t think that those fuckers would pull a stunt like that, but I guess I underestimated them,” Yoongi shakes his head. “I thought that they wanted to have you to be their princess, but yesterday showed something completely different. You could have been killed, which defeats the whole purpose.”

I shrug, “They clearly had a plan. They knew what they were doing. I just want to know how they even knew that Taehyung and I were out there. The CCTVs in the mansion have been encoded again and are being watched with a close eye.”

“I’m sure that they know his motorcycle, so it was just a matter of time before they caught the two of you out on a ride.”

“It was still one of the most exciting rides of my life. When Taehyung made that turn down into the alley, I screamed at the top of my lungs, but people do the same thing when on a rollercoaster.”

“I am beyond grateful that you were with Taehyung. In fact, almost every time that you have found yourself in one of these dangerous situations, he has been right there to keep you safe. I know that some people would be suspicious because of that, but I know him, and I know what he has been through. I will forever be in his debt for saving my little sister.” He slings his arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

“Since you brought up Taehyung, I actually wanted to ask a few things and see if you could answer them.”

“Like what?”

“Well, he’s the only one out of all my friends here that I have no idea about his past. I know that we haven’t been dating for a long time, but we’ve known each other for a big chunk of our lives. We love each other with all our being, yet he has still not told me about what landed him in Bangtan. I was just wondering if you could give me a little bit of what he’s gone through?”

Yoongi chuckles, “Nice try, Bambi, but that is not my place to talk about your boyfriend in that way. I can tell you about other things about him, though. Like how he picked out Cookie, or the kind of music that he likes to listen to, but his past is something that he has to tell you himself. If you want to know that bad, you’ll just have to ask him whenever you get the chance.”

I groan, “If I ask him, then he might get defensive. I don’t want him to think that I want to learn about his past so that I can decide if he is still right for me. I just thought that by this time he would trust me enough, know that I truly love him more than I have loved any person, and would tell me.”

“He’s had a lot tougher life than most people that come to us, so he’s probably a little scared to tell you about it. I doubt he’ll keep it from you forever, but it is his story to tell, so you just have to wait until he feels ready to tell you.”

“I know, I know,” I grumble. “I just love him so much, and I want to be able to talk about everything with him. I want him to know that I will always be there for him.”

“He knows that already. We actually talked about you for a bit when we had that meeting after you passed out. Out of all the mafia boys that you could have fallen in love with, I am glad that it was him.”

“I hope that one day I can figure out why dad decided to take him from me,” I take a deep breath. “Speaking of finding out about things people have done, how about you tell me about the day that mom died?”

Yoongi bursts out into laughter, causing us to stop in the middle of the aisle.

I pull out of his arm, turning to look at him with my arms crossed over my chest. “Come on, what’s so funny? I’m being serious. Mom’s death is at the center of all of this, and I know that I am the one that found her that day. Those are the first memories that were taken from me. They could hold many keys to many locks. I know that you remember that day, so all you have to do is give me a few snippets, and hopefully it will all come rushing back to me.”

Yoongi takes a few deep breaths to calm down, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “You can be such a brat, you know that? You just got out of the medical wing after getting some memories back. You said yourself that your brain felt like it was going to explode, and you want to purposely go through that again. You want to risk going back to the hospital for however long for some memories. Are you crazy?”

“I’m definitely crazy, but not because I want to get my memories back. I don’t care that I would have to go through pain again if it meant that I wouldn’t have such a big hole in my memories. I know that it probably isn’t the best thing for me, but it was taken from me for a reason, so I would like to take it back. No matter how bad they are, I deserve to have my memories.”

Yoongi leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I know that it must be frustrating for you to have those gaps, to not remember what is such a crucial point in your life. It lead you to the path of being the leader with me. I get it, but there is no way in hell that I would tell you anything because Minho and Boram told me how bad it could be.”

“Fine,” I puff out my cheeks and furrow my eyebrows.

“There’s a lot of memories that you still have, though,” he brings his hand up to squeeze my cheeks between is thumb and index finger. “I’m sure that you remember that beach day that we took as a family, and how I chased you around.”

“Yeah, with a crab!” I give him a small shove. “You knew that I was freaking out because I don’t like the way those little suckers look.”

He chuckles, linking his arm with mine and pulling me to start walking again. “You were overreacting, and you know it.”

“I was not overreacting,” I chuckle. “Mom finally saved me from you being a dick, but I still couldn’t stop crying because you traumatized me.”

“What about that time Jimin came over to the house, and you were helping mom make cookies, and him and I kept trying to eat the dough out of the bowl, so finally you switched the bowls and put chili powder in one.”

I chuckle again, thinking back to the looks on the boys faces when the chili powder hit them. “You had that coming. I told you not to eat the raw dough multiple times, but neither of you would listen to me. Mom was actually the one to hand me the spice, so its more her fault than mine.”

“Sure, sure. Say whatever you want to feel better.”

“There was also the time when we didn’t believe that mom could play video games at all, and then she kicked our asses at Mario Kart. Sometimes I wonder when she had the time to keep up her skills. Between spending time with us, organizing charity or whatever events, and then being with dad, you would think there was no time to do anything for herself.”

“I’m sure she was able to easily find time. For all we know, she played games with dad. I doubt that they spent their time together doing work all the time. You and Taehyung are like them in a way. They would work on different things in the same room, but when the time came, they would come together to talk and whatever else.”

“I mean, you can’t work all the time. If I don’t tell Taehyung to take a break, he wouldn’t. If I want him to hang out with me though, he will.”

“He’s wrapped around your little finger in the best way possible.”

I giggle, “Well, I am wrapped around his, so it all works out.”

“It’s too bad that mom isn’t here to see you finally get with the love of your life. I’m sure the two of you would have been able to talk for hours. All those girl nights that you would have when I was off with dad. I never really knew what you talked about, but you always had a smile on your face when we found you two asleep in a bed.”

“We would talk about a lot of things,” I happily sigh. “I used to have conversations with her in my head after she died because I knew those times were going to be the ones that I missed the most. As time when by, though, I started to forget her, and the conversations filtered away. Now I just have those talks with Sooyoung, which have been a good substitute.”

“I’m sure those conversations have been a lot different than what you had with mom,” he gives my upper arm a squeeze. “I’m sure that Taehyung is done with his hacker meeting now, if you want to go find him.”

“I’d like to spend a few more minutes with you, actually,” I softly smile. “Thanks for taking my mind off things, Yoongi. I know you just want to keep me safe, and sometimes I do things that put that in jeopardy. I appreciate you and all that you do, and I don’t think that I tell you that enough.”

“You’re sweet, Bambi,” Yoongi presses a kiss to my temple. “I do what I can to keep us all safe. It’s hard being in my position, with so much weighing on my shoulders, but I think it will be easier with you by my side more often.”

“I love you so damn much, Yoongi, I hope that you know that. I’m excited for what we are going to do with Bangtan in the future.”

“I love you just as much, Areum. Don’t you ever forget it. Now, I think we need to go find Taehyung, so that you can get back to school and he can get back to the bottom of whoever was after the two of you. We’ll get together again soon, but there are bigger things that need to be tackled before then.”

********

I stretch my arms above my head as a yawn slips through my lips. It’s been a few days since the motorcycle escapade, meaning that December has arrived, and snow will be falling before I know it. I’ve been working hard to get through my normal schoolwork and onto my finals. It has been tiring, but I know that once I get it done it will be so worth it.

Taehyung readjusting in my office chair causes me to look over at him. He’s in there from the time we wake up until I drag him to bed. He’ll usually take a small break to eat meals with me, and we’ve been taking showers together each morning, but I still worry about him. He’s juggling hacking into my father’s computer, trying to find out anything about the Red Wolves, and looking at all kinds of video from our car chase. Progress has been slow, which is understandable, but I have faith that he will crack it all soon.

Snow sneezes, settling closer to Cookie at the foot of the bed. The two dogs have gotten along better than I could have hoped for. They play together without getting too rough or loud, meaning that Taehyung and I aren’t distracted from our work. They’ll eat their meals together, sleep together, and they know just the right time to snuggle up with me.

I look back down at my laptop, placing my fingers back on the keyboard. All I need to do is respond to one more person and I can call it a night. Then I can force Taehyung to bed with me. He’s truly been my teddy bear that keeps the nightmares away.

My focus on schoolwork doesn’t last long as my fingers leave the keyboard once more and begin to play with the buttons on my shirt. Well, it isn’t actually my shirt. Since Taehyung has moved into my room, that means that all his stuff has come with him as well. Sooyoung and I spent an afternoon making room for his clothes in my closet. I’ve never had the chance to wear my boyfriend’s clothes, so now I can’t help myself. Usually I just take a sweatshirt as it is quite cozy to be drowning in that fabric, but tonight I wanted to do something a bit different. I decided on one of his fancy button-up shirts that could almost be worn like a dress, but you can still see my underwear quite easily.

“Come on, just a few more words,” I mumble to myself, forcing my brain to focus on this last task.

It takes longer than I would like, but I eventually finish up my response and submit it. Tomorrow I can finally get started on my finals, which already feels like a weight off my shoulders. The steps I need to take to finish the semester are slowly becoming fewer.

I slowly close my laptop, picking my phone up from beside me to check the time. “Damn, already after ten. Today went by a lot faster than I thought.” Another yawn leaves my mouth as I set my laptop and lap desk off to the side before climbing out of bed. Then I grab all my schoolwork items and head into my office to put everything away for the night.

Taehyung doesn’t even turn his head in my direction when I enter. He’s so engrossed on the code flying across his screen to hear me as I put away my things. He must be getting closer to one of the three tasks he’s been working on, and he can just drown out the outside world to make sure he stays focused on what is in front of him.

I make sure that everything is charging and in their right place before softly walking over to Taehyung.

His fingers are flying across the keyboard. Those long fingers that I have fallen in love with. That run through my hair, or fly across my body in tickles, or wipe away the tears that run down my cheeks. Those fingers that have written so much code to protect me. Their a small piece to the larger boy that I have fallen so deep with.

I gently run my fingers down his arm, causing him to falter in his movements, but he doesn’t stop what he is doing. “Taehyungie,” I whisper. “I know that you are doing something important, but it’s late now, and I can’t focus on schoolwork anymore, and we both need sleep. So come to bed and snuggle with me.”

“I feel so close though,” he mumbles. Still not turning his head to look at me.

“It will still be there in the morning. Besides, you have been at it for hours now, so you need a break. A good sleep to relax your brain. In the morning I am sure that you will be able to tackle it without issues. I also don’t like falling asleep with out you,” I push my bottom lip on in a small pout.

“God, you are so fucking cute,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his fingers off the keyboard and stretching them out. Then he slowly turns, eyes widening as he takes me all in. This look of pure love filling his eyes as the biggest boxy smile takes over his face.

I feel my heart swell with happiness as my finger mess with the hem of my shirt. This is the man that I love. The one who has been linked to me by fate. Here he is staring at me like I am the only girl in the world, and I feel blessed that a moment like this would happen.

“Fuck, kitten, is that my shirt?” He smirks, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me towards him so he can nuzzle his face into my stomach.

I giggle, “I’ve never seen you wear it, so I thought that I would see if it would look good on me.”

“It looks amazing on you,” he gives me a squeeze. “If you wanted me to come relieve some stresses with you, all you had to do is ask. Dressing in my clothes, walking around so I can see your panties, being the best girlfriend ever. Fuck, the things you do to me.” He pulls his head away from my stomach.

I look down at him to see his eyes have darkened a bit with lust. “Taehyungie, I wasn’t even thinking about that. You just have a dirty mind,” I run my fingers through his hair. “I’m not objecting if it were to go that way,” I grin.

“You are so naughty, kitten,” Taehyung smirks, releasing me so he can push his seat away from the desk. Then he takes the step to be right in front of me, cupping my face and smashing our lips together. “I love you,” he says in bursts when he pulls away.

“I love you too,” I do my best to respond when given the chance. My hands running up and down his chest. If I was tired a few minutes ago, that feeling has been replaced by the electricity running through me from Taehyung’s touches.

His hands run down my sides, passing over my hips and then going around to give my ass a squeeze. He then lowers them a bit more to rest right below my butt. “Let me carry you to bed, babe,” he whispers, resting his forehead on mine so we can catch our breath.

“I would love that,” I place my hands on his shoulders.

“Jump, I’ll catch you,” he presses a kiss to my nose.

I do as he commands, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands grip my thighs to keep me steady. A giggle leaves my lips before I can think to stop it.

“And what is so funny, kitten?” Taehyung teasingly growls. “Did you think that I would drop you?” “No, no,” I shake my head, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. “I’m just in awe that this is happening, and I didn’t know how else to express it.”

He chuckles, “That is too cute. Each day I find myself falling more in love with you. Your laugh is such a lovely sound to my ears.”

I widely smile, pressing another kiss to his lips as words are failing me.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he starts pressing kisses all over my face as I break into more giggles. He then exits the office, turning the light off as he goes. In the next moment, he is tossing me into the middle of our bed, and then he is hovering over me with a tender smile on his lips. “I love you, precious.”

“I love you, Tae-Tae,” I say through heavy breaths.

His lips go right to my neck where he nibbles and sucks as moans spill from my mouth. The marks that he is leaving makes my stomach flip with excitement.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls away, flopping down next to me and pulling me into his side. Both of us are breathing heavily at the fun we just had. A goofy smile is on my face as I wrap my arms around his torso. His fingers are gently running through my hair.

“Areum, there’s something that I want to tell you,” Taehyung speaks up once we have gotten our breathing under control. “I should have told you a while ago. It would have made sense after we expressed our love for one another the first time, but I was afraid. I was afraid that you would think less of me and change your mind about how you felt.”

“Tae, I could never,” I shake my head as best I can. “Nothing you say about yourself could make me love you any less.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I was being stupid. Here I was telling you to always tell me what was on your mind, but couldn’t even do it myself. It wasn’t until I started to understand that we weren’t going to fall apart. That I started to picture my future with you by my side, and I knew that I had to tell you what I had been keeping from you for too long. When we were on my motorcycle speeding away from that car, and you had to put all your trust in me, I knew that I couldn’t put off telling you any longer. I knew that I could trust you with what I have been so afraid to tell you, and that you wouldn’t love me any less because of it.”

“And what is it, Tae?”

“My past.”

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Oh my, gosh! This came out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be! A lot happened in this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed! I have been looking forward to this one since I planned it out a while ago. Hopefully this one can hold you out until the end of the month when I hope to start working on the next chapter! As always, thanks for reading, and I would love to know what you thought! :D

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hunterbahamut · 5 years ago

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So, this is something a little bit different.

I’m a big fan of the SCP Foundation wiki, and the crazy stories and entries on there, and I encourage anyone to check them out for fun.

A couple of years ago, I actually came up with an idea for my own SCP idea, and finally I sat down to write it up like an actual entry on the wiki. I’ve given it the nickname ‘True Fresh Air’. I consider this as a ‘fan SCP’; I think it would be fun if I did try to submit it, but I feel like it would be torn apart by the strict rules and guidelines, or it would be turned into an ‘Anomalous Item’ rather than a full fledged SCP. I’m also kinda worried that, if I did want to try and submit it as an actual entry, not only would it take months to make it reach standards, but I feel like it would end up getting morphed into something I wouldn’t be happy with.

So, for now, I will post it here just as a fun little thing to try.

For those who are familiar with the wiki and the lore behind it, please note that this is just a fun idea, and some of the material in here shouldn’t be considered as canon or anything.

Thank you!

Item #: SCP-████

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ is to be kept in a self-contained storage case in the emergency response supply room of Site-███. SCP-████ should remain there when not undergoing tests. Tests can be conducted by approval of personnel of clearance level 3 or higher and must be documented under the Experiment Log of SCP-████.

SCP-████ can be used in emergency and clean-up procedures during any emergency resulting in an unbreathable area due to smoke, fire, aerosol and gaseous dangers, or containment breech of SCP-████, ████, or ████.

Description: SCP-████ is a wall-mounted automatic air freshener dispenser that was manufactured by the Timemist company in 20██. It measures at 28"x6"x4" and made of standard white plastic. The area that would display the company logo is blank; study of the area shows minor abrasions where the logo has either worn off or has been purposefully removed. No other manufacturer or distributor information is present.

The interior of the SCP-████ has the same layout as a typical device of this type, however there are two unknown components installed: one in place of the battery compartment and one in place of the aerosol receptacle. The item in place of the battery compartment is slightly larger than a standard D-cell battery, and is made of a gray metallic material with no markings on it. The item in place of the aerosol compartment is a cylinder measuring at 4″ tall with a diameter of 2" and is made of the same metallic material as the power source. Both items are installed and adhered to the plastic by an unknown bonding agent that makes removal of the item difficult without damaging or destroying SCP-████ itself. Study of either of the components have not been successful as penetrating either has been deemed dangerous without more information.

The power source of SCP-████ has continued to power it since containment, and presumably has been running that way for ██ years. Its anomalous properties are not made known until it is is a room that contains unpleasant odors or particulates or substances in the air that are harmful to most living creatures and humans. When in said room, the device will begin to freshen the air within minutes, removing the odor despite it's strength or concentration and neutralizing any of the harmful materials. It is not currently known how SCP-████ is able to do so, since it does not appear to release a perfume substance or any known neutralizing agent that would affect odors or air quality.

SCP-████ was discovered in a restaurant in ████, Pennsylvania in 20██ when a fire had broken out and severely damaged the structure. When emergency responders arrived, all but four of the employees were accounted for and presumed lost in the fire, but were all found later in the Mens bathroom, having survived the incident. When taken for treatment for smoke inhalation and oxygen deprivation typical of building fires, all reported they were fine and showed no symptoms of either. Field Agent Byron was not made aware of anything anomalous until he overheard several firemen commenting on how the Mens restroom did not have the typical odors typical of the fire. Agent Byron later searched the area and discovered SCP-████.

SCP-████ was originally listed as Anomalous Item for a time, but was classified as an SCP after a chemical agent was released into the storage area of Site-██. The personnel working in the area at the time were assumed dead, but when clean up teams arrived, they had found the personnel alive and well, and no residual evidence of the chemical agent was detected. When interviewed, the personnel admitted to having no idea that they were in any danger. Testing confirmed the anomalous nature of SCP-████ and it was reclassified as an SCP.

Addendum ████-1: When testing the air quality and purity after SCP-████ was used, Researcher ████ commented that the air 'reminded him of his time in the Netherlands', noting that the air was fresh and had a smell that reminded him of the region. Research teams were sent to ████████, Netherlands to perform tests there and discovered that the air quality and purity were nearly identical to SCP-████ tests. It is theorized that this area could be the original source for the substance inside the unknown canister inside SCP-████.

Addendum ████-2: Interview with restaurant owner Mr. ████ Daniels, former owner of the restaurant.

An interview was conducted with Mr. ████ Daniels several weeks after the fire, in order to discover the place of origin for SCP-████.

Interviewer: Doctor P████ Interviewee: ████ Daniels Date: ██/██/20██

Note: Doctor P████ is under the guise of an investigator from Mr. Daniels' insurance company.

Doctor: Thank you for your time Mr. Daniels, this shouldn't take too long, we just wanted some additional information for your claim.

Daniels: Of course.

Doctor: There are a few minor details that we wanted to clear up for our adjustments; cleaning supplies and materials that were used in your establishment.

Daniels: Honestly there isn't much to say there. I didn't keep a record of that stuff until I needed to buy new stuff.

Doctor: That would include the air fresheners in your establishment as well?

Daniels: Yeah, I suppose so.

Doctor: When did you first purchase them and when were they replaced?

Daniels: *is quiet for a moment* To be honest, it was various times. The only one I can say with any certainty was the one in the Womens restroom. We had a troublemaker in the store a few months ago, around ████ or so, the thing was so damaged that I couldn't salvage it. *falls quiet again*

Doctor: Is something wrong Mr. Daniels?

Daniels: Nothing wrong, just a weird thought occur to me. In all of my time working at the restaurant, I actually don't remember replacing the batteries or the fragrances in some of them.

Doctor: You never replaced them?

Daniels: Well...-I- haven't, but the other employees must have done so. Just kind of a weird thought.

Doctor: When did you first buy your air fresheners and do you remember the company you bought them from?

Daniels: Well, the replacements I just picked up from ████ or ████ off the internet. I don't know about anything that was in there before I bought the place.

Doctor: So you're not the original owner?

Daniels: Oh no, I bought the place from an older couple in town, the Robellos. They had that place for years since then, ran it when I was a teen. If they kept any records, I never got them.

Doctor: I see. Well that should be everything, thank you for your time, Mr. Daniels.

Daniels: Of course. *laughs* Kinda strange to be asking about a couple of air fresheners, but I guess you guys don't skip the little details.

Doctor: No sir, that we don't.

When researching the Robello family, it was discovered that the oldest members, Mr. Trey Robello and Mrs. Carla Robello, had passed away in 20██. Their next of kin had not worked or taken part in the business, so no interviews were deemed necessary.

Note: "The interview has revealed that there was at least one more of these in existence. However, it is also revealed that SCP-████ is not indestructible. If the other item was destroyed by a random vandal, then any experiments we conduct run the risk of damaging or destroying it. -Doctor P████

Addendum ████-3: Experiment Log of SCP-████

The following experiments were conducted with SCP-████ to determine the strength, range and duration of its effects. The test was conducted by Doctor D████ with Researcher N████, who is described as having a 'sensitive nose' and for picking up on unpleasant odors.

Experiment ████-1 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: 1 cigarette Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked to smoke one cigarette with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing in 2 minutes and 35 seconds. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the linger smell cause by the cigarette. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After two minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed to be disappearing, but she could not tell if it was due to SCP-████. -After five minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: A simple test to start with, but still somewhat inconclusive, we will need to increase the amount for a noticeable effect.

Experiment ████-2 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: 5 cigarette Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked to smoke the five cigarettes with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 12 minutes. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the smell, noting it was stronger than the previous test. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After two minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed was disappearing rapidly. She also remarked that this was unlikely due to natural dissipation -After five minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: A stronger concentration, yet the effects seem to happen in the same time frame.

Experiment ████-3 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: A pack of cigarettes, containing 20 cigarettes Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked to smoke the entire pack with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 32 minutes. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the smell, noting that it was 'overpowering'. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After two minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed was disappearing rapidly. She also expressed disbelief. -After five minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Note: Again, this test showed that SCP-████ has worked consistently in the same amount of time as the previous tests, regardless of the saturation.

Experiment ████-4 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: A pack of cigarettes, containing 20 cigarettes Time Limit: 10 minutes.

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked to smoke the entire pack within 10 minutes. D-class did so, though expressing discomfort during. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the smell, similar to Experiment ████-3. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After two minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed was disappearing rapidly. -After five minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: We wanted to see how SCP-████ would function while the smoke was still lingering and relatively fresh. Same results as the previous tests, confirming a reliable timeframe for SCP-████'s anomalous effects to begin.

Experiment ████-5 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: A pack of cigarettes, containing 20 cigarettes Time Limit: None, 30 minutes.

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked to smoke the entire pack with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 36 minutes. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber. The chamber then remained vacant for 30 minutes. -Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the smell, noting that it was not as strong as previous experiments, but had a 'staleness' to it. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After two minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed was disappearing rapidly. -After five minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was better, but lingered. -After eight minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: It seems that if an area is left to 'soak', then SCP-████'s effects do take a little longer to take place. This is good to note for when we change to more dangerous substances.

Experiment ████-6 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin in a larger space. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-B, measuring 5m squared. Test: A pack of cigarettes, containing 20 cigarettes Time Limit: None, 30 minutes.

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-B and was asked to smoke the entire pack with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 34 minutes. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -Upon entering, Researcher commented on the smell, noting that it was not as strong due to the larger size. -Researcher was asked to stay inside and SCP-████ was placed in the room. -After three minutes, Researcher N████ commented that the smell seemed was disappearing rapidly. -After six minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was better, but lingered. -After ten minutes, Researcher commented that the smell was completely gone. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: As expected, it does take longer for SCP-████'s effects to take place in a larger space. Since a normal air freshener is meant for certain sized rooms, this makes sense.

Experiment ████-7 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin while in an affected room. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-C, measuring 4 x 5 m Test: 1 cigarette. Time Limit: None

-Two D-class (Designated D-████-1 and D-████-2) were brought into Test Chamber ████-C and sat a single table. SCP-████ was placed in between them. - D-████-1 was asked to smoke the cigarette with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 4 minutes. -D-████-2 was asked to comment on the smell. D-████-2 commented that there was a smell, but it didn't stay long, disappearing after a few seconds. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -When asked about the odor, Researcher commented that she could not detect any smell at all. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: SCP-████ seems to be constantly working, so whenever an unpleasant smell is put in, it almost immediately neutralizes it.

Experiment ████-8 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin while in an affected room. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-C, measuring 4 x 5 m Test: A pack of cigarettes, containing 20 cigarettes Time Limit: None

-Two D-class (Designated D-████-1 and D-████-2) were brought into Test Chamber ████-C and sat a table on opposite ends of the room. SCP-████ was placed in between them. - D-████-1 was asked to smoke the cigarettes with no time limit. D-class did so, finishing after 40 minutes. -D-████-2 was asked to comment on the smell. D-████-2 commented that they were only able to get a smell occasionally, otherwise it was relatively clean. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -When asked about the odor, Researcher commented that she could not detect any smell at all. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: Same results as the last test, though it seems like there is a greater effect depending on distance of subjects. Nothing too unexpected.

Experiment ████-9 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin while in a room with a potentially dangerous substance. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: Natural wood smoke. Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked take a seat and stand-by. -A standard fire was built using natural wood and the smoke was pumped into the room via a built in fan vent. -SCP-████ was placed on the opposite end of the room. - Three minutes after the test began, D-class mentioned the smell of a fireplace or campfire, but it had gone away after five minutes. -Smoke continued to be pumped into the room for fifteen more minutes. D-class showed no signs of being affected by the smoke. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and Researcher N████ was asked to enter. -When asked about the odor, Researcher commented that she could not detect any smell at all. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber and Researcher left.

Notes: The results of this test are similar to the descriptions of SCP-████'s initial and secondary discoveries, because it's constantly working, any harmful substance in the room is neutralized almost immediately. From this point on, we won't be asking N████ to enter the room after the tests.

Experiment ████-10 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin while in a room with a potentially dangerous substance. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: Carbon Monoxide Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked take a seat and stand-by. -A combustion engine was activated and the exhaust was pumped into the room via a built in fan vent. -SCP-████ was placed on the opposite end of the room. -Two minutes after the test began, D-class mentioned the smell of exhaust, but it had gone away after five minutes. -Engine exhaust continued to be pumped into the room for fifteen more minutes. D-class showed no signs of being affected. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber.

Notes: Similar results as the last test. I'm kinda glad, I really didn't want to see someone suffocating like that. D-class or not.

Experiment ████-11 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin while in a room with a potentially dangerous substance. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: Cyanide Gas Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A and was asked take a seat and stand-by. -A canister of cyanide installed and was pumped into the room via a built in fan vent. -SCP-████ was placed on the opposite end of the room. -Two minutes after the test began, D-class mentioned feeling strange, but it had gone away after five minutes. -Cyanide continued to be pumped into the room for fifteen more minutes. D-class showed no signs of being affected. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber.

Notes: Now I'm really glad it works. I know they’re D-class, but...damn.

Experiment ████-12 Parameters: Testing the speed of which SCP-████ anomalous effects begin when placed in a room already filled with a potentially dangerous substance. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: Cyanide Gas Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A while wearing a standard gas mask and was asked take a seat and stand-by. -A canister of cyanide installed and was pumped into the room via a built in fan vent. -After five minutes, D-Class was told to remove the mask. D-Class complied, but started to feel the effects of the gas. They attempted to put the mask back on, but was stopped on threat of termination. -After two more minutes, D-Class starts to show signs of cyanide poisoning. -SCP-████ is placed in the room via a trap door. -D-class starts to show further effects and crawls towards the door and SCP-████. -After five minutes, D-class seems to calm down, coughing a lot. -Cyanide continued to be pumped into the room for fifteen more minutes. D-class shows no other signs of being affected. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and taken to medical. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber.

Notes: Damn...that was rough. But, yes, SCP-████ does actually neutralize poisonous gases as well as odors.

Experiment ████-13 Parameters: Testing the speed and effect of SCP-████ against other anomalous substances. Subject: SCP-████ Location: Test Chamber ████-A, measuring 4m squared. Test: [REDACTED] of gas from SCP-████ (Designated as SCP-████-1). Time Limit: None

-D-class was brought into Test Chamber ████-A was asked take a seat and stand-by. -A canister containing SCP-████-1 was installed and was pumped into the room via a built in fan vent. -Gas was pumped in until D-class showed beginning symptoms of Stage One exposure. -SCP-████ is placed in the room via a trap door. -D-class continues to show signs of Stage One symptoms. -After five minutes, symptoms do not escalate. -After ten minutes, D-Class shows signs of symptoms fading to safe levels. -SCP-████-1 is pumped into the room again for five minutes. Symptoms do not return. -D-class is left in the room for another five minutes before SCP-████-1 neutralizing agent is introduced. -D-class was escorted out of the chamber and taken to medical. -SCP-████ was removed from testing chamber.

Notes: It actually worked! SCP-████ had neutralized another SCP anomaly! I am both amazed and relieved by those results. As exciting this discovery is though, we have to keep in mind that we don't know if SCP-████ can neutralize other SCP effects. We tested strictly gaseous materials, so we don't know if would affect any others, like those that are spore based.

While we will need to do further testing of SCP-████'s limits, I do want to formally recommend that we keep SCP-████ as a part of our emergency response materials. With the potentials dangers we face, I think it would be nice to have something working in our favor. -Doctor D████

#bahamut writing #scp #fan scp #scp foundation #true fresh air #this was done just for fun

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themarissaharrison · 4 years ago

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I’m turning this place into a fucking fortress.

Marissa wasn’t lying when she said that after what had happened. Finally, between her and Cleo, the two of them had cleaned Nicola up and tended to her wounds before getting her to bed to rest. It was going to have to be that way for at least a few days, if not weeks. After the state Nicola was left in, Marissa knew that there was much more damage on the inside than the older woman was letting on. She could see the way she winced when she breathed, how she clutched her sides. Broken ribs... Riss had seen Hayden get a fair few in his life from dealers when he couldn’t pay his bills when he was using. They would repair themselves but she needed to rest... Marissa had to make sure that she rested.

She couldn’t really remember much of what had happened in the past few hours, everything that was said blurring into one big mess. Everytime she found herself having a moment away from the others, everytime she closed her eyes to take a deep breath and calm down all she could see was Nicola surrounded by blood and shattered glass. All she could hear was the gasp of her breathing. It was getting worse every time it happened too, and now she was stood out on the balcony, pacing up and down in the early afternoon air, there was no hiding it. Was this her fault? Who else could possibly be to blame? She had left to dial into that meeting, and then this happened. If she hadn’t of left, would they have tried? How did they even get past the security? How did this fucking happen?

Her jaw tensed. Something wasn’t right. “Shit!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth as she kicked one of the floor decorations over, storming back into the penthouse and out to the front door. “You, you, you, inside. All of you! Get in the fucking office!” Marissa shouted at the security detail that were now back and patrolling the corridors outside the penthouse. She eyed them all up as they all came into the apartment and crossed the living room before disappearing into Nic’s home office. Riss followed behind, taking a few deep breaths so that she could at least make sense instead of just screaming. Because, that’s exactly what she wanted to do right now; scream.

One of the guys was sat in the chair opposite the desk and Marissa shot him a glare. “Did I offer you a seat?” She spat, venom lacing her words as she walked around the desk, the man quickly stumbling up to his feet joining the other two. “You were all on detail this morning, yes?” Marissa questioned, jaw tense, lips pursed, eyebrow raised.

“We were. Until around 7am, where Miss Sloane stood us down as she needed some spa--”

“The details of your incompetence don’t interest me. I didn’t ask for excuses, did I?” Riss took in a sharp breath as she sat down in the desk chair. “Tell me, if you were hired by the President, or the Queen, and they told you they needed some space. Would you take that as having a day off? Leave them unprotected, unguarded?” Marissa looked between the three men, leaning forward onto the desk. “I’m going to take your silences for no’s. She told you that she needed space, you know where you could have given her space from? The lobby of this complex. Where you can still keep an eye on people coming in and out, where you can still protect her.”

“But, she told us to take the day,” one of them protested.

“I DON’T CARE WHAT SHE TOLD YOU!” Marissa shouted, her hands smacking down on the desk as she stood up. “You are PAID to PROTECT. Your sole PURPOSE on this Earth whilst you are on OUR payroll is to keep my partner safe. You do not get to take half days, you do not get to take breaks unless there is someone there to cover for you. That is the life YOU chose, but clearly, none of you are capable,” she took a deep breath in as she slowly sat back down in the chair. Her tongue ran over her lips. “You are all fired. Effective immediately.”.

“Wait, what?”

“You can’t do that!”

“You’re not our--”

“That’s all,” Marissa coldly quipped as she ‘shoo’d’ them from the office as she began dialling a number into the telephone, glancing between all of them once more before she placed the phone between her ear and shoulder and turned around in the chair to look out of the window. She heard the huffing of the men, even heard a muffled ‘bitch’ coming from one of them, and then the slamming of the office door then the main door. She took a long breath as she waited to be connected to her contact, elbow rested on the arm of the chair, thumb toying with her ring on her middle finger as she crossed her legs and stared straight ahead over the Brooklyn skyline. “Samuél, darling, it’s Marissa,” she started.

The conversation lasted about an hour, her old security manager for Lucky who had left whilst she was still in charge to found and run his own security business. He was aspirational, only willing to put out the best. He was exactly who she could trust, and he proved it before they even ended the afternoon because within five minutes of her placing the phone down there was a knock on the door, and three new agents waiting. “Gentlemen,” Marissa greeted with a stern face as she let them in and led them to the office. “Please, guys, have a seat,” she gestured to the couch to which all three of them shook their heads.

“We prefer to be on our feet when on the clock,”

“Good. Because that was a test.” Marissa walked over to the decanter, pouring some whiskey into a glass before turning back around to the new detail. “I’m sure Samuél has given you details about this job. My name is Marissa Harrison, you will call me Miss Harrison. You will be personally responsible on this shift for four people. Myself, Cleo Lopez, Cordelia Lopez, and Nicola Sloane. As of this morning, Nicola will be staying here for the foreseeable few weeks, I likely will be too... Cordelia will still need to attend school, and I imagine Cleo will need escorting to and from work if she chooses to go. You address them in the same manner you address me. You do not speak to them unless you are asked a question, or unless there is information they need to know-- you are security detail, seen and not heard. My rules are strict, and however high you think my expectations must be, double them,” she lectured as she walked around the office, looking from man to man. “If you don’t think you can handle me, or my rules, then you can not handle this job and I suggest you leave now with your career intact. Nothing will come of it...” Riss gave a moment, narrowing her eyes slightly before knocking back the drink. “Good. Now, listen to me, I am giving you one last chance to walk away-- if you fuck this up, if any one of my girls has a hair harmed on their head under your watch, I will not just fire you. I will end your career, and if you don’t believe I can just ask Samuél who I really am... So?” Marissa held her arms out a little before perching them on her hips as she pursed her lips and looked to each worker. “Do I make myself crystal clear, boys?”

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Yes,”

“Aye, Miss Harrison. Crystal.”

“Understood... You start now, off to work,” she nodded towards the door and watched them go before placing the glass back on the table and sighing heavily. Then, once again, she was alone. It was quiet... She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, flashes of Nicola’s face, the fear in her eyes as if she had looked death in the face. The smell of the blood, the yelps and groans of pain as they cleaned her up, the cane on the floor. Her breath caught and suddenly she felt like she couldn’t breathe, her hand clasping onto her chest as her other one gripped the desk. She was shaking, her eyes opening widely as she tried to focus on something in the office, anything to stop her from hyperventilating. Breathe... Breathe... Breathe goddamit!

Marissa pushed her hand up over her face as she took a few really long, deep breaths. There was so much work she needed to do, then she looked at her hands and they were covered in blood. She blinked and the blood was gone. What the fuck... Fuck-- her chest was so tight. She needed to just... She blinked and it was back. Dripping down her arms, pooling around her. Riss pushed off the desk, stumbling over her own feet as she left the office and made her way through the penthouse to the bathroom. She closed the door quickly behind her, fumbling with the lock until she heard it click.

Her hands were clean again now, but they were shaking so hard it was almost impossible to undo the buttons of her shirt after she turned on the shower. “Fu-- c’mon...” She panted out as she felt her body begin to tense in places to try and stop the shaking. Marissa just pulled apart the material of her shirt, buttons popping off and flying onto the floor as she let out a heavy exhale when the material was loose as if it had been restraining her ability to breath. She slipped her pants and underwear off and then stepped into the shower, gasping silently as the water hit her body.

Almost as soon as it did, she felt her vision cloud up, tears starting to stream down her face as she felt like literaly knives were being stabbed into her heart. The start of this deep, primal scream of pure pain broke out, but Marissa quickly clasped her hand over her mouth as she fell against the glass and down to the floor. She had caused this, the attack, the pain Nicola was in. If she had never left, if she’d stayed in bed... If she had taken this seriously, hired these people before now... She should have done better. She caused this. “I’m sorry,” she breathed out, head hitting the glass as she looked up to the ceiling, not caring about the water that rained down on her. “Lauren-- I-- I’m sorry...” Marissa gasped for air as her hand wrapped around her throat lightly as if it was trying to push air down. “I didn’t-- I didn’t mean for... For any-- of this--” she panted before trying to focus on her breathing, trying to slow it down. Just as she managed to do it a little bit, the wave of pain hit again.

“Fuck!” She silently screamed, hitting the bottom of the shower with her hand and kicking her legs out in anger before curling them up into her chest, bending over herself, curling into a ball underneath the shower as her body jerked as she cried. How could she let this happen? Everyone... Every fucking person she let come into her life, everyone she loved, they got hurt. They died. Delilah, Hayden... Marissa closed her eyes tightly, stills of what she’d just seen flashing over and over again. Then, of the hospital, of the backlight ‘morgue’ sign, the smell of disinfectant hitting her like she could actually smell it. She could barely get a breath now, her body shaking, hands hitting at the ground as if she was drowning. Her head was shaking. No. No... She tried to close her eyes tighter, as if to shut away these images but instead they just flicked through faster and faster. Still shots, short moments of her happiness with Delilah, her laughing, watching her watch the waves on the beach, the look in her eyes when she finally said I love you. Then, she was stood over her body on the cold metal table. She was staring down at her face that was torn apart by the train. The image kept distorting, flicking from Delilah to Nic and back again. “Stop-- stop... stop...” Riss pleaded through the tears, her eyes snapped open as her shaking hands pulled at her hair.

Everything hurt. Every inch of her body felt so fucking tense, shaking so hard that it hurt. She was scared, she was so fucking scared. What if these people came back? Why would they leave her alive? Thank God they did, but why? If they were getting revenge, if this was linked to Chicago, then why leave her alive? What if they went after Cleo? Dela... No... No, she couldn’t let that happen. As her mind span over and over all these questions, the images started flashing again, the flashbacks and memories. She felt so weak, like the water was washing away all of her energy to fight back against her own mind and she could feel herself slipping down the glass, body slowly getting heavier and heavier until...

There was a loud knocking at the door. She could hear her name being shouted and it snapped her out of the sleep, suddenly panicking as she felt the water splash around her. “Wha--” She gasped for air before shaking her head, taking a heavy breath. How long had she been in here for? “I’m-- okay--” Riss called out. “I’m okay...” She said again, reaching up and shutting the shower off before collapsing back down into a heap, looking at her palms and the soles of her feet that were pruned from the exposure in water... So she’d been in here a while... Fuck...“I’m okay...” She whispered before finally taking a deep, shaky breath that calmed her back down.

Marissa ran her hands down her face before finally pushing herself up to her feet and getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her waist then grabbing another one and quickly running it through her hair. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She tried not to think it, but it just kept going around in her head. This is my fault. This is my job to protect them now... I have to do better.

I can’t lose anyone else... No one else can die.

mentions: @cmlopezofficial | @nicolaeisms

#self para #fortify #tw; violence mention #tw; blood mention

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wisdomrays · 5 years ago

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A Social Disease that Paralyzes Sound Reason: Bigotry

QUESTION: What is bigotry? And what are the differences between being steadfast in faith and being bigoted?

ANSWER: The term “taassub” (used for “bigotry” in the English language) means evaluating matters only according to one’s own understanding without considering it from different aspects and being pertinacious even in matters that contradict reason and the essence of religion. This very fact is expressed in the sayings of the Messenger of God with the word “asabiyya,” which literally means “nervousness,” because a bigoted attitude (taassub) is completely based on nervousness and emotionalism; it is an outward reflection of animalistic feelings in human beings. The term taassub in this inflected form denotes forcing. In this respect, it conveys meanings such as insisting on a certain issue to the degree of excess, continuing to be headstrong with a complete disregard for others, refusing to see or hear, and considering one’s own self as the very focus or basis for everything. As will be seen, “taassub” has nothing to do with reason, sound judgment, or sensibility. For this reason, as bigoted ones cannot act with common sense, it is not possible for them to have true spiritual experiences, which is felt through a certain faculty of the conscience.

A barrier against faith

Those who persecute believers have always been bigoted. For example, the polytheists and hypocrites at the time of the Prophet were bigoted against Islam and Muslims. They were deaf and blind to the message of the Pride of Humanity. However, if they viewed the noble Prophet in a neutral way, they would also see what sensible ones did; if they paid attention to his words of wisdom even a little bit, they would also hear what sensible ones did. If his adversaries turned over the truths he conveyed in their minds and pondered over them, they would see, understand, and appreciate. Unfortunately, they were blind to these beauties by bigotry, grudge, and hatred, and they drifted to unbelief.

Along with arrogance, wrongdoing, and the deviations from the sound point of view, one other factor that prevents a person from accepting faith is blind imitation of their forefathers, without questioning whether they had been right or not. Actually, such blind imitation is a different form of bigotry. The polytheist people of the Age of Ignorance, therefore, opposed Islam with the arguments that they inherited from their forefathers. Their preventing Muslims from visiting the Ka’ba prior to the Treaty of Hudaybiya was an outcome of the same bigotry. The Qur’an names this attitude of theirs as “hamiyyat al-jahiliyya”—zealotry particular to the Age of Ignorance. They adopted this zealotry to such a degree that they kept on blindly sticking to their traditions and practices as before, so that their pride was not broken in the sight of other Arab tribes. Thus, they even prevented Muslims from entering Mecca.

Indeed, such events are experienced in today’s world as well. For example, when you wish to express yourself with reference to your faith and heavenly values, certain people immediately take action and try to deprive you of this freedom with a harsh and reactionary attitude you cannot understand. You may come up with different plans and projects in order to contribute to the welfare of the society and elevate it to a better status; but in spite of that, some circles will try to prevent you, since your attempts will mean altering their accustomed ways and claim, “These people actually want to harm our values under the pretext of improvement and welfare.” Even though you say nothing wrong about their Marxist, Leninist, and similar understandings and do not say anything against the figures they esteem, when your understanding and values are accepted by society, they feel neglected and claim that your activities are against them, purposefully intending to push them and their values into oblivion. Moreover, even if you somehow find a way and show them a staircase leading directly to Paradise, certain people will still remark, “By doing that, they are trying to make us forget our ideology.” All of these attitudes and behaviors are based on “zealotry,” as in the Age of Ignorance.

A dangerous disease

Such an example of zealotry can be seen in any society or country. There is no particular homeland for bigotry. This negative attribute can pass to any people with different understandings and thoughts. Seemingly religious people can also be under the influence of such bigotry in such a way that some evaluate everything from their own narrow perspective, by solely taking their primitive knowledge as absolutely true. Therefore, they can present a very strict and intolerant attitude toward matters of secondary importance. In our time, suicide attacks—so called “in the name of religion”—are results of such bigotry, given that the attackers are not under the effect of any drug or illusion, that they are not brain-controlled or robotized to commit these attacks. This is such a terrible disease that people ruin their own spiritual lives, for the sake of such delusion of their understanding of righteousness. Those who commit suicide attacks and thus casually take the lives of innocent people, including children, elderly ones, and women, do not become eligible for Paradise but for Hell with such a deed. How grievous an ending it is, when somebody falls into Hell instead of taking the path to Paradise and guiding others toward it!

Being steadfast in faith

Since a true believer is a righteous person, they already have nothing to do with bigotry. It is unthinkable for those who have taken the righteous path to stand against what is right and become indifferent to the truth. Otherwise, they will have shown disrespect to the truth. For this reason, what becomes believers is steadfastness in faith and not being bigoted.

“Steadfastness in faith” relates to the words, behaviors, and state of a believer. It does not mean being strict, harsh, and intolerant. Being steadfast in faith means presenting a complete resolution and sincerity in practicing all aspects of the Islamic teachings, against all odds. In other words, it is continually seeking the good pleasure of God in all of one’s attitudes and behaviors, even if everybody else gives into worldly temptations; it means not being slothful in any religious practices and being resolved to preserve one’s identity in every situation. In order to maintain such steadfastness, a believer must strive to attain true faith based on inquiry, then constantly delve into the truths of faith, and then base all matters on reliable knowledge after having assessed them with sound reason and judgment. Such a journeyer, with knowledge of God, relies on Him in the face of every event, holds onto piety, fulfills what causes require, takes every step with precaution, is not deluded, and never acts emotionally, because the honeycomb formed in that journeyer’s soul by wisdom, love, and yearning for God shows the way at every instance. For this reason, bigotry is found in the attitude and behaviors of those whose practices are mostly based on hearsay and imitation. For believers to attain steadfastness in faith free from bigotry, they first need to know thoroughly and digest the main essentials in the Qur’an and Sunnah; then, they filter and check their knowledge with these two sources, and then, they test what they have learned from the Qur’an and Sunnah, according to the pure understanding and common agreement of the distinguished scholars. After all of these, believers must entreat God in all of their decisions saying: “Our Lord, do not let our hearts swerve after You have guided us, and bestow upon us mercy from Your Presence. Surely You are the All-Bestowing” (Al Imran 3:8).

As much as bigotry is a contemptible trait, steadfastness in faith is a laudable one in the same degree, as steadfastness denotes an unshakable stance like an upright monument. In fact, it is very difficult for a bigoted person to maintain an unwavering course and be steadfast in faith, since he does not act under the light of reason and judgment but upon emotional motives. For this reason, those who become bigoted in the name of a certain ideology will do the same for another ideology in the future. You see that they are bigoted defenders of a certain ideology that sees the material and animal aspect as everything; when they come under the influence of spiritualism, this time they become zealots furiously propagating it. On the other hand, wherever true believers stood at the time of the Prophet with respect to their essential values, they keep the same upright stance fourteen centuries later.

As for making new judgments according to the requirement of new conditions, it is a different issue that does not contradict steadfastness in faith. The importance of referring to the opinion of competent scholars is related in the Qur’an (an-Nisa 4:83). Answering to newly emerging situations with the methodology of the reliable scholars is a kind of progress. Undoubtedly, such progress is completely different from degeneration, making exaggerated rulings in order to become popular, or showing bigotry at a certain issue without reasoning over it; it is the name of reaching into infinity with a finite body of principles, of the universality of Islam and its encompassing nature.

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memories-are-mine · 6 years ago

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A Thousand Promises

I was just gonna post this on AO3 so if you wanna read it there go for it, but I've decided to post it here too, just out of habit.

TWs: Implied child abuse, attempted kidnapping (because this is me here)

Minor spoilers for crimes of Grindelwald but who am I kidding you’ve probably seen it already,,, and tbh its barely spoilers.

Summary: Corvus Lestrange catches Theseus and Leta together, and things gradually get worse, but, it ends with a happily ever after.

Alternate Title: Theseus is a self-sacrificing idiot and Leta isn’t taking any of her dad’s shit, then a bunch of cute promises are made.

Anyway, enjoy my kittens!! <3

Leta had just finished topping off the champagne into two glasses sitting on the coffee table at the apartment she had moved into just a few days prior. Theseus had helped her find it, helped her move in, even offered to help with rent if she needed it until he could secure her a higher ranking job at the Ministry, instead of the glorified secretary position she had now. The moment she had confided to him how scared she was of her father, and what he would do if he found out about Theseus and Leta seeing each other, Theseus, ever the storybook hero, immediately began seeking other arrangements for her. Now that she was away from her father and her family home, Leta had felt a thousand pounds of fear lift from her shoulders, and she felt so light that it was almost like walking on air

It was only a few months into their courtship, and in all of Leta’s years, she never imagined she’d be in a relationship with Theseus Scamander, but when the doorbell rang, Leta’s heart did a little happy dance in her chest. As it always did when Theseus was around. He was later than he had said he would be, as he often was, but Leta knew firsthand that his job wasn’t an easy one.

She tried to retain her composure as she set down the half-full bottle of champagne on the table between the two glasses but ended up practically skipping to the door like some lovestruck schoolgirl ready for a date, part of her felt ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to be close with anyone, to care about anyone even just a little bit, that she was almost drowning in the feeling of it.

The door swung open at Leta’s touch, and Theseus came strolling into the room, still in his work clothes, but with his suit jacket folded over his arm and his tie loosened. Leta couldn’t help noticing how tired he looked, the bags under his eyes, the slight hunch of his shoulders like someone had tied a hundred pounds to his back. He was still a knockout despite that, and Leta almost lamented how unfair it was, how he could look so good while obviously being so exhausted, while when Leta didn’t get enough sleep, she looked like she was emerging from a tornado.

When he smiled at her, Leta’s heart soared, though she tried not to show it. But with the soar, there was that leftover apprehension, the leftover fear that had kept Leta Lestrange from being with Newt. The fear that had kept her from being with Theseus for quite some time, however desperately she had wanted to pin him against a corridor wall and kiss him senseless (A hobby she now very much enjoyed). That fear that washed over Leta every time she had broken her family’s strict rules in secret, and she wondered if her father would find out, and she would have to taste his violent wrath.

Leta rose to her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek hello as she took the coat off his arm. “You’re late, again,” she teased with a smile. “Is seeing me really so dreadful?”

“Leta, I’m so sorry,” Theseus said, and he sounded truly guilty. “I was about to leave to actually get ready and be on time for once, then Travers pulled me into this bloody meeting about magical tax evasion…”

Leta let out a little laugh. “Theseus, I’m only teasing you.” She dumped his coat on the chair as she turned from him. “Though I’m sure Travers droning on about taxes was quite riveting. Must’ve been awfully hard to tear yourself away.”

“Truly, it was the most exciting hour and a half of my life,” Theseus said sardonically as he let out a small laugh, pulling his tie off his neck and tossing it on top of his coat, on the back of one of the three dining room chairs, leaving him only in a white button-down and navy slacks. “I really am sorry I’m late.”

Leta shushed him as she turned back to face him. “None of that. I know how important your work is. I don’t mind waiting half an hour if it means your helping to keep people safe, however much I enjoy your company.”

“The problem is, I wasn’t keeping anybody safe unless what seems to be Travers’ greatest fear comes true and turning into an angry badger to avoid paying taxes suddenly becomes the new trend. He talked on for quite a while about that.”

“Has that ever happened before?” Leta laughed.

“Apparently, once, about twenty years ago.” Theseus let out a mirthless laugh as he sank down on Leta’s new sofa, suddenly sounding frustrated. “We have Grindelwald on the loose, and he’s gaining followers every day, and instead of trying to apprehend him, Travers just wants to just pretend he doesn’t exist. Sometimes I’m tempted to just go after Grindelwald myself, no matter how risky.”

Of course, Leta would never betray the Ministry, but punching Torquil Travers in the face became more and more tempting by the minute. But the declaration about Grindelwald, a statement Theseus made sometimes, shook her no less than it had the dozen other instances in which he’d confided it to her.

“Travers can be so stupid,” she muttered, shaking her head as she sat beside Theseus, who already was halfway through his glass of champagne.“But you can’t go hunting for Grindelwald yourself, Theseus, if he were to get his hands on you…”

“I know, Leta,” Theseus replied, looking thoughtful. “Enough about me.” He looked around the small apartment, slowly taking in a breath. “I haven’t gotten to talk to you as much as I would’ve liked to these past few days. How are you? Your father hasn’t bothered you has he? Is he angry you’ve left?”

“He doesn’t know, actually,” Leta said, involuntarily tensing at the mention of Corvus LeStrange. “He’s been traveling for the past two weeks, coming back tonight, though I suspect that my father’s servants have informed him already. I don’t think he’ll have anything to say about it.” She hoped not, anyway.

Theseus must have seen the look in her eyes, and leaned toward her on the couch, holding her hand in his. “However he may feel about your leaving, I can promise you that he won’t be taking it out on you. I swear to you I’m going to make sure that he never harms you again.”

Leta wondered what she’d done to deserve Theseus. A man so heroic, so ready to save the world, and so willing to protect Leta. She wasn’t used to having people look out for her. It felt good to be looked out for. She wished she could repay his kindness.

She figured a passionate kiss on the lips was a good place to start.

Theseus returned it eagerly, his hands finding their way to her waist as Leta ran her tongue over his lips, taking pleasure in the gasp that involuntarily formed in the back of his throat. Experimentally, she pressed on his shoulders and he leaned back obediently, his head landing on the decorative pillows of Leta’s sofa.

When Leta broke the kiss, she was practically on top of him, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt as they gazed at one another, Leta was so caught up in the ecstasy of romance that she almost didn’t hear the soft thump that came outside the door. But Theseus heard it too, which meant she wasn’t going crazy.

“What was that?” Leta climbed off of Theseus immediately as he grabbed his wand, which sat on the coffee table next to the champagne. He rose to his feet as the door swung open.

Theseus and Leta looked at each other fearfully, as together they edged toward the door. Theseus’s wand still pointed at the opening. There didn’t appear to be anything or anyone in the doorway, but Leta knew that the door hadn’t opened just because of the wind.

Theseus turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think - “

“EXPELLIARMUS!”

Theseus’s wand immediately flew across the room, unattainable as Corvus LeStrange barrelled into Leta’s apartment, the tip of his wand leveled right at them.

Immediately all the thousand pounds of terror came rushing back, making Leta so dizzy that she sank back down on the couch. Theseus went with her, pressing her into his arms.

“LETA LAURENA LESTRANGE!” Her father bellowed, and Leta flinched violently, all thoughts of self-defense suddenly gone. She was unable to think, move for her wand, unable to even scream. “How dare you disobey the rules of my house and my family?” He started toward them and Theseus stood, glaring, ignoring Leta’s grip on his arm. “First, you leave my house without my permission after refusing to join our family in Grindelwald’s cause. Then… then I find you here… consorting with….with him?” He gestured wildly at Theseus as if he were some kind of disgusting snake. “Theseus Scamander. The enemy, no less! You are a disgrace, Leta, you -”

Theseus started to go for his wand, but Corvus pointed it at Leta. “Try it, Mr. Scamander, and you won’t like the consequences.” Theseus stopped, cut him off, standing protectively in front of her. “You will not speak to her like that, leave her alone!” he snarled. Leta had seen him angry before, but this was different. There was a desperation behind it, like he was ready to try anything to keep her safe.

“Mr. Scamander,” Corvus LeStrange stopped shouting at Leta, moved his wand away from her, which he never would have done under any other circumstance, but this time there was someone else to point it at. Leta choked back a scream as Corvus leveled his wand at Theseus’s heart. “When I first saw you with my daughter I wanted to kill you there and then.” He took a step towards Theseus. “But now that I’ve collected myself a bit, and I recognize you now, I’ve realized that this is a bit of a blessing in disguise. But make no mistake, child.” He whipped back to Leta, careful to keep his wand at Theseus’s heart. “After I deliver your beloved Mr. Scamander you and I will talk.”

“What do you mean?” Leta burst out. “What do you want with him?”

“Shut up!” Corvus shouted at her, and Leta sank back into her silence, her childhood instinct to obey her father and avoid punishment washing over her. “You should be happy, Leta. I recognized him from the photograph I saw at Nurmengard. If I bring Theseus Scamander, the war hero, the Auror, to Grindelwald, he will reward us bounteously. The LeStrange family name will live on forever in legend, among the greatest heroes.”

“You’re not taking him!” Leta gasped. “I - I won’t let you!”

“Hush, Leta, it’s alright,” Theseus said gently, turning away from Corvus for a moment. His gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat, then two. Then, lifting his head and straightening his back, he turned back to her father. Taking another few steps closer, he took a breath and said, “I’ll go without a fight, but you have to swear on your life that you’ll leave her be, or I swear to Merlin that I will -”

“Theseus!” Leta shrieked as her father grabbed his arm roughly, still pointing his wand at his throat.

“SILENCE!!” Corvus Lestrange yelled so loudly that that it shook the walls of the house. “I promised to leave you be, Leta, but do not test my patience.”

“Leta, it’ll be okay,” Theseus promised, though he didn’t sound so sure. “I promise.”

Leta didn’t know at what point during these past four months that she’d fallen in love with him, but through the mix of terror and childhood instinct that was swallowing Leta up, a clear thought burned through her mind. Father is not taking Theseus anywhere.

Leta knew that her father should have left by now, but he was making a show of his control of the whole situation. He made sure she was watching before he muttered a spell, conjuring silvery chains that latched themselves around Theseus’s wrists. Theseus hated being restrained, and he visibly stiffened as the chains bound his hands. That just made her angrier.

While he was distracted, Leta slid a hand behind the bottle of champagne that concealed her own wand, and hid it in her sleeve before she stood to face her father.

“If you’re going to take him.” It wasn’t hard for Leta to sound broken, defeated. Just the way her father wanted it. “At least let me say goodbye.” She lowered her head, trying to look like the obedient daughter that her father had expected of her. Obedience and submission were rewarded. Defiance was punished severely.

She kept her eyes down as her father considered her request. She felt Theseus’s eyes on her. She prayed to every entity she could think of that Corvus wouldn’t see through her facade.

“Very well,” her father decided. “Say your goodbyes, then.”

Impulsively, Leta moved close to Theseus, making sure that he was between her and her father, though every instinct in her body screamed to shove him behind her and throttle her father with her bare hands. She had to conceal her movements, though.

“Leta,” Theseus began, reaching with his shackled hands to touch her face. “I wish-” he paused, seeing her pull her wand. “Leta?”

With her free hand, Leta pulled him down for a kiss, all the while desperately running through her mental list of spells that might be useful in this situation. The first ones that came to her mind were incredibly violent and very much illegal. And however tempting they were, Leta would not use them. She wouldn’t stoop to her father’s level.

Her hand thought for her, and before she knew what she was doing, she raised her wand, she pointed it at her father, shoved Theseus out of harm’s way, and screamed with all the force she could muster:

“FLIPENDO!”

Corvus Lestrange wasn’t expecting it, so he didn’t have time to counter her spell, and Leta couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction as he flew backward across the room, landing hard on the floor. His wand skittered out of his hand, and Leta summoned it into her grip. Using both hands, she grabbed his wand on either end and snapped it in half over her knee, and tossed the pieces on the ground at her feet.

Unfortunately, he recovered quickly, and got to his feet, scowling at them, his eyes holding such fury that it was hard for Leta not to shut down again. But this time, a look to Theseus was all that was required to clear her head.

“Get out,” she snarled. “Never come back or next time I will throw you in Azkaban myself.”

Still glaring at her, her father snatched the pieces of the wand from the floor and started to march out of the room.

“Oh, something else,” Leta said. “If you ever put another finger on Theseus, I swear to Merlin that you won’t like the consequences.”

With that, Leta’s father left, and Leta turned to Theseus and tapped his chains with her wand, muttering the spell that would free him. The restraints vanished immediately and Theseus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

Leta didn’t trust herself not to start sobbing with relief.

“Are you alright?” He asked her, burying his face in her long brown curls.

“Am I alright?” Leta pulled away from him, looking him in the eye. “Of course I’m not alright! What were you thinking? Do you know what Grindelwald would have done to you if my father had brought you to him?” Even she was surprised by her anger, but Theseus didn’t seem hurt by it. “Don’t you understand?” She said, her voice breaking. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t afford to lose you, Theseus.”

Then, Leta really did start crying. Crying was not something that she did often, and never around anyone but Theseus, but she had seen how Grindelwald tortured his prisoners. Her father had shown her, once, when he had taken them to Nurmengard, acting like it was some grand family vacation. The thought of Theseus in the same pain that those poor people had been through was too much to bear. And the torture that Grindelwald would inflict on Theseus would likely be worse since he was so high-ranking in the Ministry.

“Shh,” Theseus pulled her back into his warm embrace, and Leta could have melted into him. “I’m alright, Leta. We’re alright.”

“What were you thinking?” She sobbed again, her voice muffled slightly by his shirt.

“I promised I would protect you from your father,” Theseus replied, stroking her hair. “And I did what I had to in order to keep my promise.”

“Never do that again,” Leta scolded. “Because I would rather die myself than let you sacrifice yourself for me.”

Before Theseus could come up with some heroic response that would likely make Leta keel over on the spot, she pressed her lips to his, guiding him back so he was sitting on the sofa once again. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her, and they kissed until she almost felt okay again.

“So,” she said when they finally broke apart. “Are all Scamanders self-sacrificing, heroic bloody idiots or is it just you and Newt?”

Theseus smiled. “I suppose that’s up for debate.” Then he studied her, and his smile faded a little. “Leta, I -”

“Hush,” Leta placed a finger to his lips. “You’re not going to say anything about sacrificing yourself for me, or protecting me because you care about me. Or any of that noble heroic garbage that I know you want to say. Because I’m making a promise to you, right here, right now. Nobody in Grindelwald’s Army is putting a finger on you if I have anything to say about it, least of all my father, and if I have to give my life to make that happen, I will. Because I love you, Theseus. I really, really do.”

Leta hadn’t meant to make that last declaration, but her head was spinning so fast, and she’d wanted to say those words for so long, that they had just slipped out. Besides, Theseus had spent so much of his life protecting other people, Leta figured it was his turn to be the one protected for once.

Theseus looked taken aback, and for a moment looked like he didn’t know what to say. “I love you too, Leta,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. “And that’s why I did what I did just then, and why I’d do it again in a minute if it meant protecting you from your father.”

Leta didn’t know what to say to that. She wasn’t used to having this. Having someone like him. “Stay?” Was what she blurted out. Nice one, Lestrange.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“So many promises tonight.”

“I’m going to keep every one of them.” Theseus laid down on the couch, his head on the pillows, just the way they had been earlier. Leta, strangely, had no strong impulse to kiss him just then. She just wanted to hold him, bask in the glory of them just being together. And safe.

So she just pulled him into her arms and laid his head on his chest and not long after, she heard his deep, steady breathing, telling her he had fallen asleep. She followed him not long after, and for a little while, all the evil in the world was lost to dreams.

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