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luciferlightbringer · 8 months ago

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Talk to Me

Chapter 1

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader

Word Count:4.1 k

CW: Angst, abuse, lies, slowburn,

Chapter 1|Chapter 2 (Updated through Chapter 5)

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Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a troublemaker with “fantastical ideas” for all of creation, and was seen as such by the elders of Heaven. For they knew his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So, he was to watch as the other angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam worked to take charge over his responsibility to care for Earth, and Lilith refused to work alongside him. She fled the Garden. Drawn in by her rebellious nature, Lucifer found her and troublemaker seduced her to his cause. Together, they wished to the ruin the future of humanity with their selfish dreams and ideas, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who accepted, unaware that this “gift” came with a curse. For with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into the Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin. And the order Heaven worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his mistress into the dark pit he had created, to live out his days as the King of the cruel and the wicked.

This was the Parable of Lucifer, known by every Angel in Heaven, memorized, but rarely spoken. His name, or even the threat of falling was akin to swearing, which wasn't forbidden but it was frowned upon. For many eons, his name was rarely mentioned. That is, until the morning his daughter came to visit Heaven.

You watched that morning as Emily, the young seraphim you served under, danced around her room as she got ready that morning, singing and flitting about while talking about how excited she was to be at the the side of Sera, the High Seraphim, later at a meeting with the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith.

You listened and nodded at her excitement, trying hard to keep your own thoughts to yourself. You didn't understand how she could be so excited, being in the room with anyone related to Lucifer sounded like a fate worse than death. You were not important enough to be in the room where it all was going to go down, and you were perfectly ok with that.

"And then! Oh! What about the zoo?! Do you think they have zoos in hell? Maybe we have different animals.... Oh I'll just ask them!" Emily squealed with excitement as she brushed her hair.

You were trying so hard not to roll your eyes, why would some hellspawn want anything to do with a heaven zoo? And why did Emily insist on showing them around? It almost seemed cruel to show them around something more wonderful and beautiful than they probably had back home in their dark pit of evil. But it couldn't be helped, that is just who Emily was. Kind and full of desire to make people happy.

You were a "right hand man" of sorts to Emily, a sort of "lady in waiting" or "aid", and had been ever since the beginning of her time as the Seraphim of Joy. You enjoyed a higher status, that was marked by your four wings, but not as many as Emily's six, which marker he status as a seraphim. You liked being by her side, she was sweet and playful. It was her job to keep the people of Heaven happy, and it was your job to assist her in that. She was gentle and kind, and that made your job easy. She treated you as an equal, even if she didn't need to, you were happy to serve her.

"Sounds great, my lady, I hope you guys have fun," you say trying to hold back any sass you wanted to add to your comment in response to the idea of her field trip with the Princess of Hell.

Emily looked at you with a smile, "Oh! You're coming with us, of course. Aren't you?"

You held a strained smile, of course she would want to include you.

"Oh... I wish I could. But I can't I have plans," you responded coolly.

"Plans? Like what?" Emily pouted.

"Well... there uhhh... there is the updates to the Golden Girls theme park! Now that Betty is here, I figured it was important to meet with her and make sure it is correct...ya know... get her ideas..." you start.

Emily floats over and grabs your hands, "Oh but that can wait, can't it? Pleeeeease? This is so exciting and I want my best friend their with me!" She gave you big puppy dog eyes.

You can't help but feel a little shy when she calls you her best friend, you were honored that she thought of you as a friend, but you knew that was not your place, even though you had been by her side for several thousand years. It wasn't forbidden for you two to be friends, just... discouraged. Due to the difference in status. You sighed, she knew you couldn't say no to her when she got all pouty and pulled the "best friend" card.

"Alright, alright! I'll go... Just... Please don't expect me to be all buddy-buddy with them? I mean no disrespect, my lady... The idea of having beings of Hell in Heaven just... makes me nervous..." you nervously confess to Emily.

Emily smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "Yay! Oh (y/n), it's going to be ok! How about this? If you get uncomfortable, you can flap your wings quickly twice and I'll give you a reason to leave, ok?"

"But won't that leave you alone with them? What if they should try to harm you?" you say with worry in your voice.

Emily squeezes your shoulders, "It will be fine. Come on! We are gonna be late!" Emily grabs your hand and she half drags you out the door and out the the main plaza to meet up with Sera before going to welcome the guests from hell. You bow respectfully to Sera in greeting and wait as Emily and Sera fly out to the front gate while you wait inside with Sera's aid, Lily, who also had four wings like you. You rarely talked to Lily, but she was also nice, more serious like her seraphim she served.

"How is your lady feeling about the meeting?" Lily asked calmly, looking forward instead of at you.

"Very excitedly, as is her nature. Almost a little too excited, but that is not my place to tell her, of course. And what of your lady?" You asked Lily.

She shook her head, "Nervous, but collected. She was very distressed by Lucifer's request for his daughter to meet with the council of Elders. Her ideas sound... preposterous, and dangerous. Just like her father's," she responded flatly, her nose crinkling slightly.

"What ideas?" you ask.

Lily looked around for any nearby souls before leaning close and whisper, "Something about trying to redeem souls to get them to give them a second change in heaven."

You blinked, what? She is trying to redeem the souls of sinners? "Is that even possible?"

Lily shrugged, "It is not our place to ask such things, besides, we have no idea why they would want to try that. It sounds fishy to me, and I think it sounds fishy to Sera, too. We have a system in place for a reason."

"Of course, that does seem silly to try to change things," you go back to your neutral stance and start to think. The daughter of Lucifer wants to redeem souls? Why? That seems like a good thing to try to do? But how could they prove they were actually "redeemed" to even attempt something like that. As far as you knew, this had never been done before. This thought left you with so many questions, that from that point on would start to unravel your very understanding of everything you thought you knew.

Eventually you see the gates open and Sera and Emily enter with two others, a girl with long white hair, wearing an eye patch, named Vaggie, and a young woman with long blonde hair in a ponytail and a red suit, who was introduced to you as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer. You wanted to focus on the Morningstar child but... something about the other one seemed off about the other one, especially in the way she looked at all of you. Specifically she looked... uncomfortable? That seemed like such an odd way to react to Heaven. But maybe a place this beautiful was just hard for a demon like her to feel comfortable in. A pity.

You shifted your attention back to Charlie, you were only briefly introduced as Emily's aid, she greeted you warmly and then went back to talking with Emily and Sera. You liked it this way, it gave you a chance to just watch this daughter of Lucifer at a distance. As you toured Heaven with them, you were surprise by how sweet and bubbly she came off. She talked, mostly with Emily, about how excited she was about the meeting and looked in awe at everything she came across in Heaven. Your face remained a pleasant neutral, but you were processing everything through the lens of what you had been told about Lucifer and the information given to you by Lily about her reason for being here. What was her deal?

Eventually, Charlie and Vaggie were set up in their room, and Vaggie decided to stay at the hotel while Charlie went off with you and Emily to the zoo, and Sera and Lily went off to prepare for the meeting. Great... now there was more of a chance that you would have to interact with the Morningstar child, but you were good at remaining pleasant and neutral. You stayed to Emily's right while Charlie walked on Emily's left as they went through the zoo. Luckily, the Princess of Hell was more interested in fawning over the animals than paying attention to how little you were interacting with her. You exchanged some pleasantries and small talk when addressed, but not much beyond that.

The longer you were around her, the more curious she made you. She didn't act at all like how you expected a hellspawn would act. You know you shouldn't be making assumptions but... something was not adding up. How could this be the spawn of the most hated and dangerous being in all of creation? Either she was a very very very good actor, spinning colorful and exciting tales to disarm her victims and seduce them to her side... or somehow... despite having such an awful and cruel creature of a father... this young woman had an actual passion and love for others. You were worried at how much you felt like you wanted to agree with the latter, especially with how in-sync her personality fell with Emily's. You tried to shake the questions out of your head, again it was not your place to ask such questions.

Before long, it was time for their meeting with the angelic Council of Elders, which meant it was your time to separate from Emily and the Princess. You bid them a farewell and went off to take care of that meeting with Betty White to make any additions or suggestions to the theme park. You had a pleasant meeting with her, luckily there were only a few additions that needed to be made, so you were able make note of them with the construction team and get back to Emily's suite to prepare her some tea for her when her meeting was over.

Before long you heard the quick open and shut of the door, signaling that Emily had returned home, "Welcome back, my lady Emily! How was..." you stopped as you heard the sounds of... something you had never heard before... little sounds in quick secession that would get quieter, she'd breathe in, and then the quick secession of sounds would happen again, but starting louder and growing softer.

You peaked out around the corner to see Emily curled up on the floor right next to the door, face in her hands, making her little sounds. You had heard about this, was... was she... crying? She had never seen anyone cry before. You rushed over to her side.

"My lady? Emily? What's wrong? Why do you cry?" you asked with a slight panic, you had not idea how to help her with this, you had never seen someone sad before.

She let out different higher pitched sound and shook before she looked up at you, tears rolling down her round cheeks.

"Oh (y/n), it's terrible! I'm so angry!" Emily cried.

"What's terrible? What did the Princess do? Are you hurt?" you start to look her over.

"No!" Emily cried, "It's Sera, and Adam, and Lute... They have done something terrible!"

You blinked, you had never heard her speak of her superior sister like that, and you new the First Man to be... a colorful character, but what could he have done? "What happened?"

Emily took a few breathes before looking up at you, "They have been allowing a yearly extermination on human souls in Hell to control the overpopulation down there... Adam has an army of angels that go down with him to kill and erase human souls!"

You sat back a little, taking in the news, "Wait... why... That does not make any sense... why would they do something like that?"

Emily let more tears fall, "It's how they control the overpopulation of souls, trying to keep them from thinking about uprising against Heaven... that's why Charlie was here. She's trying to redeem souls into heaven so that we would stop killing them. She-she's just trying to protect her people, and we have just been slaughtering them! For... centuries!"

You sat in silence as Emily continued to freak out and cry, this was the worst thing you had ever heard of. How could heaven allow something like this?! Sure, the sinners had all earned their place in Hell, and they needed to stay in their place... but the does not mean anyone should be erasing them!

"Who could have allowed this?" you ask quietly.

"Sera..." Emily snarled, you look up at her, and she looks at you... with anger in her eyes, it made you jump, "Sera allowed this it happen, and what's worse... she kept it from everyone! From the rest of the Elders... from me... Only Sera, Adam, and his army of angel exorcists know... The rest of us were in the dark..."

You just sat there on the floor next to her, trying to breathe, trying to work through the thoughts and feelings in your body, this was bad... this was... really bad. You never knew this try of bad could exist, not here, not in Heaven, and you felt it all over your body. Your chest felt tight, your thoughts were racing, everything was a blur.

You looked at the young angel next to you, "What do we do now, my lady?"

Emily's expression went serious and she sat up straight looking at you, "This can't be a secret anymore, we must tell everyone."

Your eyes widened, "E-everyone? Even the human souls? My lady... I don't know if..."

Emily got up, "Yes! Everyone! They have been keeping this secret from everyone! They are breaking one of God's base commandments! Now that we know we must tell the truth! Everyone must know!"

You get up to meet her, "But... that would cause an upheaval! What if..." you change to a whisper "What if this causes you to fall? Like Lucifer?"

Emily shook her head, "If something like this is what caused his fall... then maybe there is more behind his fall than they told us in the first place..." She looked at you, "After hearing Charlie... it's worth the risk... I need to do this. Are you with me, or not?" Emily grabbed your hands.

You froze in place. Do you defy Emily, your seraphim that you are sworn to serve and support? Or do you go against something that you know will make the elders unhappy, and risk both you and her falling? You knew this look on her face, there was not talking her out of it at this point.

You sigh, "Ok... I'm with you." She smiled and hugged you, and you hugged her back. You had not idea what was going to happen next, but you couldn't bear the thought of not supporting her. It's all you knew.

You spent the rest of the night planning with Emily on how you were going to get the word out to the people. Unfortunately for the both of you... Sera had been worried about Emily's outburst in support of Charlie and went to go check on her. Emily was not watching her volume, no matter how much you reminded her, so before knocking, she was able to hear Emily talking out some ideas out with you. With a heavy and broken heart, Sera went to go alert the rest of the Elders.

The next morning, you and Emily did not have a chance to start telling anyone before Emily was brought to stand trial before the Council of Elders. You were brought with to stand witness for the conversation you had with her. Emily fought and cried, angry tears running down her face as she pleaded for the safety and protection of the people of Hell, quoting how the Elders were breaking commandments. The Elders responded of how they were doing what they needed to do to maintain the order in Heaven, and Emily teared back about how they were only proving Charlie's point about "angel's getting to do whatever and remain in the sky" while the people of hell suffered by Heaven's hand. Sera warned Emily not to press but she didn't care, saying if this was the truth that she no longer wanted to be the Seraphim of Joy.

"If you don't stop this now, you may soon not be a seraphim at all!" one of the Elders warned.

Adam sat over on the side, grinning. He was quieter than yesterday, he was trying to play nice after his major slip up the day before when he revealed the existence of the exterminations, but he was still enjoying watching the drama. Sera looked over to you, eyes pleading with do something to stop this. You looked over at Emily. There was only one way you could see getting her out of this, it wasn't going to be pleasant, but it was all you could do.

You stood up and looked over to the council, starting to cry and shake, "I'm sorry! I'm so... so sorry, my great Elders!" You whole room was looking at your now, even Emily.

"Please... please do not blame her! It was my fault! I... I was so excited to see the Princess of Hell, know why she was here. I know I wasn't allowed at the meeting... but I still stood outside of the door and listened! I couldn't bear the news! I've gone mad! Emily came back and didn't want to talk about it... but I did! I made her! I filled her head with ideas of telling the people of Heaven the truth! The angels deserve to know! It's barbaric! All of you refused to listen to Charlie and I can't stand that!" you say grabbing your hair. "Please! Emily is innocent of everything besides being to close to me! Please spare her! Punish me instead!"

"(y/n) what are you doing?!" Emily cried.

"I'm telling them the truth, my lady! Don't try to cover this up for me. You've suffered enough!" you cried, flying down to the floor and standing in front of Emily, fanning out your wings to block her, "Punish me instead! I should fall for my madness! My lady Emily has done nothing wrong! Punish me for my sympathy for Lucifer and his daughter!"

Sera frowned, looked at the others, and shook her head, "What a shame, but not unexpected from you, unfortunately." That comment almost made you flinch, what did that mean? Sera looked to the others, who all nodded at her and looked at you with distain.

"Very well," she said, lifting a hand to prompt two other angels to remove Emily from the floor, leaving only you in the middle, all eyes on you. "(y/n), for your attempt of treason against Heaven and attempted corruption of a seraphim, you have fallen from Grace and will be cast into Hell."

You give Emily one last look as she screams, whispering a goodbye to her. A portal opens up in front of you, giving you a clear but distant view of the rings of hell. Intense fear flooded your body for the first time. You take a step back, only to be stopped by Adam who had flown over an landed behind you, a wicked grin on his face.

Behind you he whispered "See you on extermination day", before breaking off one of your wings and kicking you into the pit, the sound of your screams of pain mixed with his laughter as you began to fall.

What an absolute piece of shit.

Most of your fall was spent in searing pain from your one missing wing, the other three fluttering in the wind as hell grew closer, golden blood oozing from your new wound, your first wound ever. You cried the whole way... out of pain, out of fear, out of hope that you saved Emily from this fate, out of confusion...

As you got closer, you felt more pain sear through your body, but for a different reason. You watched as you hands stared to turn into black claws, horns sprouted from your temples, a tail lashed out behind you, eyes watering as they changed to red, some of the feathers of your wings burned red. More tears burned down your cheeks as you fell, mixing in with some feelings of... anger? You wish that Emily had not dragged you into this... but it was your job to serve her... and you did it until your falling day... Who knew what awaited you in hell. The second fallen angel in all of history...

You realized then, yes, would would be the second fallen angel, would Lucifer seek you out if he found out another angel had fallen? You wanted to avoid that at all costs. As the ground grew nearer, you knew you had two choices, use your wings to ease your fall and risk being seen, or tuck them away and have a much harder hit but hide your identity as an angel. You swallowed hard as you forced your wings to tuck away. It was something angels could do, but it was not common, as it was more comfortable to keep them out.

You were almost to the red floor of the Pride Ring. God Above, this was going to hurt... You braced yourself as you plummeted into the hard rock of the upper part of the ring, making a small intend in the ground from the length and power of your fall. Your body seared with more intense pain, bones were definitely broken, but by some grace you were still barely conscious.

After catching some amount of breath, you looked around. With as much information as you could process at the moment, it looked like you had landed on some old battle ground near the edge of the ring. At least some luck was still on your side. With one good arm and leg, you clawed and crawled your way across the red brimstone ground, leaving a trail of golden blood, before finding a pile of stones that were set in just a way that you could hide. Probably something someone had built for cover at some point.

With the last of your energy, you crawled into the hole, took off your robe, and stuffed it under your head as your felt yourself suck into unconsciousness.

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Hello! Just wanted to let everyone know that this one will have less of a back and forth between Lucifer and y/n's point of view, it will still have that, but it will be a lot more focused on y/n until they meet. Also it might take a little before they meet, but we will get there! Let me know if you want added to the taglist!

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halcyonwrld · 8 months ago

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— EVERLASTING PROMISE

PAIRING. Kim Dahyun x Fem!Reader

After a persistent princess tracks you down through meetings with a few of the local village’s herbalists, she has the gall to request your presence, in search of some of your more… magical pursuits. You set up a place and time just so she’ll leave you be, but find yourself waiting for her there out of pure curiosity. (1K)

TAGS. royal!au, fantasy!au, forced marriage, bittersweet angst, witch!reader who's just fed up with everything

“You clean up nicer than I expected.”

With that, you set down your mug with a sour grimace, the fresh brew on your tongue going stale as your mood.

Muffled thunder rages overhead, nearly drowned out by a bout of laughter around you. You open your eyes. Take in the sight of dripping lashes, a neat collar around the throat, and squared shoulders— all fine until you notice a flash of silver rings as pale hands rise to adjust the neckline of a shoddy cloak.

“And you hardly know a thing about subtlety,” you snap in retort.

She was practically asking to get caught.

Dahyun gawps, stammering on her words, “Hey- if you must know, subtlety is practically my middle name! It just.. slipped my mind that it was meant to rain tonight, is all…” Her explanation goes flat under your unamused glare, her last sentence coming to a quiet, embarrassed drawl. You imagine her with feathers, all of them fluffing up as she tries to recover, leaning towards you to hiss, “I might’ve fared better if I didn’t have to abandon my horse to travel on foot. This terror hole is nearly impossible to find, it could’ve taken—”

You hold up your hand, stopping the princess dead in her tracks.

“Spare me the even bigger headache and make this quick, please.” You stifle a wince as the chatter in the tavern swells once more, rubbing at your temples. “There are things I have to tend to.”

“Fine. I need a love potion.”

You scowl. “No.”

“I knew you would-” her face drops, “wait, w- what do you mean no?”

You pick up your mug again to drown your laughter in ale. “It means it’s not happening, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or what? You’ll tell on me?”

Dahyun reaches her hand into her jacket, fear visibly seizing her into motionlessness as a subtle blue aura begins to dance around your fingertips. Your voice lowers considerably. “This isn’t your pretty little castle, sweetheart, no one’ll be answering your cries of distress if you try anything stupid.”

Under the faint haze of torchlight, Dahyun swallows.

Still, she pulls the object out of her coat pocket.

It’s just a scroll.

You ignore her trembling hands as she flattens the page onto the rickety oak in front of you. It's a lengthy thing. Written neatly in inks darker than nights like these. Your eyes skim back and forth.

These… these are papers for her marriage. If she wants them, this means—

Your heart plummets.

The silence on your end must make her anxious, her body practically vibrates as she blurts out, “I know- I know they’re illegal. But I need this.”

You swallow. “For you, or him?”

“Myself.”

You don’t know if that makes it better or worse.

“...Why would you marry someone you don’t love?” you ask, keeping your voice carefully measured. Not overconcerned, but not too careless either.

“If it’ll aid in my favor, I’ll have you know this wasn’t my decision either.”

The way she breaks your stare betrays her casualty about it all, but that doesn’t stop her from shrugging. Her lips purse. Brows furrow.

Like a flash of lightning, the moment is over as quick as it happened. Those dark eyes are back on you again. Her stare resolute. “But… everyone has a part to play.”

Everyone has a part to play.

Where have you heard that from before?

Shaking your head, you stand swiftly, taking your lantern in hand. “I’m sorry, but I’m not risking everything just so that you can live out your happy ending.”

And you leave.

Princess or not, it was silly for her to come to you. Everyone knew love potions were forbidden. Folktales and parables told countless stories about them. How they quickly turned love into obsession. Turned the simplest of men into something cruel. Nearly unfeeling.

Part of you couldn’t deny her courage, you supposed, but another part of you abhorred her presumptuousness. Immediately assuming you’d say yes. Approaching you in the first place. Saying she had an offer you couldn’t refuse. Like hell you couldn’t.

You’re a few feet from the backdoor when you hear her call.

Ignoring her, you step into the rain, letting the door shut behind you. Serves her right for wasting your time on a night like this, where the moon is full and the opportunity for harvest yields higher than usual.

“Wait!”

You're pulled back by your wrist.

“Please, I’ll give you anything you long for! Access back into the town, jewels, herbs, a spot in the castle, however much money it takes-”

You yank your arm away, glaring at her from underneath your hood. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I know I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in misery!”

“Don’t we all,” you snark.

“Look, I know that my parents exiled you. But you should know better than anyone that not everyone happens to align with the likes of them or their ideals!” she yells over the rain. “I- I seriously want to change the way things are. But I need it to be perfect, anything but and you can bet someone just as bad as them will be sitting up on that throne! And they might do worse than banish and imprison.”

You stare at her with wide eyes, so shocked you speak before your brain even has time to catch up, “They teach you that in princess school?”

Dahyun crosses her arms with a pout, muttering, “That’s not a thing.”

You turn to hide your smile, “If you say so.”

You only get a few paces away to reenter the woods when you realize you don’t hear any movement behind you. Turning around, you find Dahyun still standing there. Her posture reeks of defeat. Shoulders slumped. Lantern dangling to the ground. Head low. All of the rain like a vicious fog, only adding to her somber image.

“You coming or not, princess?” you call.

Dahyun looks up with wide eyes, as if not having heard you the first time. Unable to take a win, it seems. You roll your eyes, lifting your lantern and gesturing with your head as if to say come on. The way her face lights up is a magic of its very own.

You turn back forward.

“We still have a lot to discuss, privately,” you say once she reaches your side, making sure your tone leaves no room for discussion. Not out here. Even the woods have ears.

“You won’t regret this, I promise,” she breathes out.

That makes you clench your jaw. The last time a royal promised you something, it’d ended in disaster.

After all, you would know best, since you were the first Kim Dahyun ever promised to marry.

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years ago

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Dude where's my submarine? Part 3 (Final) Isekaied Law X Female reader

It's time for Law to go back.....

Word Count- 6.9k

Part one here Part two here

Masterlist

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” ― Nietzche

AN-I had so much fun writing this story , but as they say all good things must come to a end. I hope you enjoy the final part! -Love Cierra ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Side note-There are a few links in the story for reference you can use.

Warnings/content-Nightmares, Mentions of Violence, Modern Day references, Character death

��“You can’t run forever Y/N~ Fufufu” Doflamingo’s voice echoes through the dark forest.

“Leave me alone you creepy bird bastard!” You yell without daring to turn your head as you run from the pink pursuer. How did I get here? The rapid heartbeat in your chest mixes with the sound of breaking twigs and the whooshing of strings.

“There you are.” The devilish voice was too close for comfort. You pick up the pace, desperate to make some distance between you and him. “Bullet string.” The ball of string shoots past your face, taking a few strands of hair in the process. “Just give up already.” One of the trees ahead of you gets sliced and comes crashing down.

“I’ll give up when your hairline grows back!” You jump over the tree and continue your frantic running. The moonlight glows and reveals the end of the woods. Almost there. A sense of false relief washes over you as you leave the mess of trees and brush. Looking ahead you realize you are cornered, leaving you two options. 1. Jump off the cliff you’ve found yourself at. 2. Doflamingo kills you.

“The mouse has found itself between the cat and a trap~” You turn around to see Doflamingo standing a few feet away. “You know what that means Y/N?” He slowly inches closer to you. “No matter what you do, death is the only sure result.” Am I going to die here? You take a few steps back, closer to the edge of the cliff.

“Help.”

“Help?” Doflamingo mocks you with a sadistic grin. “Who the hell is going to help you?”

“LAW!” You jump up from the bed with your hand over your pounding heart. It takes a few moments to realize you were in the safety of your room and not in the woods being chased down by a psychotic ex-warlord.

“Y/N are you okay?” Your jolt hearing the bedroom door slam against the wall. “I heard you scream.” The light in your bedroom flickers on revealing a menacing looking Law holding his sword in an offensive position.

“I’m fine.” You give him a glance done before smirking. “Nice boxers~”

“I came in here with full intent on killing something or someone for you and all you can say is nice boxers?” Law deadpans before laying his sword down. “But seriously, what caused you to scream?”

“A nightmare.”

“What about?” Law questions with a raised brow.

“I’ll tell you, but just know it was pretty horrific.” Law nods his head, letting you know to continue. “So I was in a dark forest being chased by Doflamingo.”

“Damn that does sound horrific.”

“Trust me it gets worse. I reached the edge of the forest only to find a cliff waiting for me. So I could jump or wait for him to slice me into pieces.” You grimace thinking about being turned into a million little pieces via strings.

“Which did you do?”

“Neither. I called for help.” A soft smile forms on your lips. “More specifically, I called for you.”

“And I came.”

“That you did, my knight in shining red plaid.” Law rolls his eyes as you start to laugh.

“Since you're obviously okay, I’m going back to bed.” As he walks away you remember that tonight was his last full night here.

“Wait. Stay.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks considering your request, but you also wanted to make the most of the situation. “Please.” You bat your lashes and pat the empty spot next to you.

“Fine.” You watch Law crawl under the covers with a huge grin on your face. “I’m starting to think you planned this out.”

“I did not!” You reject his statement. “The nightmare felt so real, when I first woke up from it I thought Doflamingo was in my room!”

“I doubt that will ever happen, but if it did…” Law gives you a teasing look. “I’m sure you could handle him.”

“Me?!” You nearly jump up from the bed. “What do you suppose I do Law? Refer him to a really good therapist? Maybe they could convince him to take antipsychotics.” You doubt there is a person or pill strong enough to handle the pink bastard.

“I had something different in mind….Something much simpler.” Law turns on his side to face you. “All you have to do is call for me..”

“I will.” You blush as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek. “And you better show up.”

“As if I’d let you down.” Law winks. “Now if I recall you said we had big plans for my last day tomorrow.”

“I do.”

“So we better get some rest.” Law gets up to turn the light off before laying back in the bed. “Good night Y/N.”

“Good night Law, sleep well..”

You lay on your side, facing Law. He was so close you could smell his body wash and feel the warmth his body produced, but not him. Not that you were expecting him to cuddle up with you, well actually you were. Maybe I should ask? But if you did he would probably tease you until the sun came up.

“......”

“.....”

“ROOM.”

“What are you doing?”

“You told me to sleep well.. SHAMBLES.” The soft pillow beneath your head is replaced by something firm and warm. “So this is me sleeping well.” Your heart leaps in your chest hearing his voice so close to your ear. That could only mean..

“Ummm Law…. am I laying on your chest right now?” It was a stupid question and he didn’t answer it. Instead he adjusts your head until your ear is right above his heart. The calm and steady thumps are the polar opposite of the borderline cardiac arrest you had going on. “I have to say using your devil fruit power to teleport me was a little extra considering I was barely a foot away to begin with.”

“Want me to send you back?”

“NO.”

“Are you sure Y/N?” He asks like he didn’t just wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.

“I’m very sure..” Your eyes were already struggling to stay open.

“Good, now go to sleep.”

~~~~

I don’t think I couldn’t be any more grateful to the moon as I am right now. The once dark room was now illuminated, giving Law the perfect view of your face laying on his chest. A lazy smile forms on his lips seeing the small trail of drool leaving your glossy lips. I'm definitely going to tease you about that in the morning.

“Law..” He tenses up hearing your sleepy voice call his name. “........” She must be dreaming.

“I’m right here Y/N.” He gently whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. His action causes your sleeping body to shift ever so slightly. Your hand that was thrown lazily over his body moves until it stops over his heart.

It was now official. The infamous heart thief named Trafalgar Law just got a taste of his own medicine.

~~~~

“Y/N.” Your body was being slightly shaken, pulling you from your sweet dreams. “Wake up before you drown me.”

“Huh?” You raise up and see Law smirking at you. “How was I about to drown you?”

“See for yourself.” He points at the pool of drool on his bare chest.

“Crap, I'll be right back.” You ran and got a towel before wiping the drool off of him. “I am so sorry, Law.”

“Don’t be sorry, I was expecting it.”

“How?”

“I mean you drool over me when I’m awake, so it makes sense you do the same thing while you're asleep~”

“I’m so over the teasing.” You throw the towel into a hamper.

“That’s too bad because I’m not~” Law grabs your hand and pulls you down beside him on the bed. “And considering it’s my last day, prepare for a lot more.” That’s right, today is his last day. “Y/N you're frowning, what’s wrong?”

“I know you don’t want me to be sad about you leaving tonight. But I can’t help but be bummed out.” You stare up at the ceiling thinking about the days to come.

“It’s okay, I am too.” His golden eyes join yours. “I’ve grown quite fond of this place. I will definitely miss it.”

“I think you’ll miss the laptop more than anything.” You laugh thinking about all the crazy youtube videos he watched.

“I won’t miss any of it more than I will you Y/N.” The sincerity in his words brings a blush to your face. “Sure I had fun learning about this world, but you were the one who was with me through all of it.” His hand wraps around yours as your eyes meet his. “When I first got here I was confused, but when I saw that goofy little smile of yours I knew I was in good hands.”

“My smile is not goofy.” You pout as Law’s laughter fills the room. “Besides I was just really excited to see you.”

“Oh I could tell~” You grab a pillow and throw it on the cocky man's face.

“Is teasing me all day really what you want to do?” Law pulls the pillow off his face and smirks.

“Maybe.” He sits up on the bed and comes face to face with you. “I doubt you’d mind, right?” No words came out of your mouth seeing just how close Law was. Your first thought was to kiss him. You could tell he was thinking the same thing about you, but you were both hesitant.

“Law. I” His hand came up to cup your cheek.

“I know Y/N.” The words were unspoken, but the feelings weren’t as silent. You smile and bring your hand over his. “Me too.”

~~~~

“Hey Law, come help me pick things out for us to do.” You plan to take Law out of town to a city with plenty of attractions. “I already have a surprise for dinner tonight, but I want you to pick out some things to do as well.” Law sits besides you on the couch and watches as you scroll through the list.

“What’s a selfie museum?” Law points at the picture of a couple in front of a color background.

“It’s a building filled with aesthetic scenes for picture taking.” You click on the website to show him more pictures. “I’ve never been to one myself, but I think it would be fun if you want to!”

“Yeah, that does sound fun. Plus I’m sure you want to take plenty of pictures with me.” Damn straight I do. “That also looks interesting.” He points to the museum of life and death.

“It does.” And it’s right up his alley. “They have real human skeletons and animal ones too. Plus the backstory on how they died.” You look at Law’s cute expression. We definitely have to go now.

~~~~

You and Law get ready for your final day out. You decided to wear something cute but comfortable considering you were going to be walking around alot.

“Y/N are you dressed?” Law knocks on the door.

“I am!” With that Law steps in and looks you up and down. “Are you enjoying the view?” You smirk and twirl around in the outfit.

“Yeah I am.” Instead of getting flustered like you wanted him to, you met with his cocky smirk. “Did you get all dressed up for our date?” Date? DATE?

“So this is a date?” After all this time playing coy, Law finally breaks down blushing.

“Well, yeah. It is.” His eyes never left your awe stricken face. “And we better get going, you said we had to drive a few hours to get there. ROOM.” Law grabs onto your hand. “SHAMBLES.”

“Wait Law I need my.” He teleported you to your car but you didn’t have your-

“Purse, phone and keys.” He jiggles the keys while your purse sits in his lap. He even had your phone already plugged up into the car. “Your most important things, besides me of course~” You reach over and pull his hat down over his head, causing him to grunt in annoyance.

“You sure exploit your favorite character privileges.” Your eyes roll and put the directions in on your phone. “So since I’ll be driving that means you're in charge of music. You remember how to get to my playlist?” Law nods and grabs your phone. “Good, you’ll make a fine passenger princess~”

“What does that even mean?”

“Nothing~”

~~~~

“Wow this place is huge!” You and Law walk into the selfie museum. “There’s so many rooms. Where do we even begin?”

“Let’s go this way.” Law grabs your hand and leads you towards a rather dark looking section. Figures.

You see a sign above the door that says ‘Nightmare room’. Creepy. When you and Law first enter your met with what looks like a fun house. There was a giant clown that pointed towards a path that said ‘This was to your death.’

“Death?” You gulp.

“Yeah?” Law mockinly answers.

“Just because you have death tattooed on your hands does not make you death! But that clown may just be.” You subconsciously move closer to Law. “I thought this was a cute place to take pictures?”

“It is, so why don’t don’t you go take a picture with the clown?” He nudges your side.

“Which one?” You give your companion a dose of side eye

“Are you insinuating that I am a clown?” He bends down until you are face to face.

“I sure am.” You reach up to his face and grab his nose in between your thumbs and index finger. “Honk Honk.” You pinch his nose a few times, grab his beloved hat and run away before he can kill you.

“Y/N L/N!” His voice echoes the long hall you were running down. Oh no he used my full government name.

You run past a room full of trick mirrors before ending up in a dimly lit room full of dracula style coffins. Glancing around the room you find a perfect place to hide from Law’s wrath. You open the pink coffin and shut the door. Loud footsteps start reverberating in the room causing your anxiety to skyrocket.

“Oh Y/N~” The intimidation in Law’s voice made you even more on edge. “I’d come out if I were you.” Your eyes peek out of the small window on the coffin. He had a malevolent smile on his handsome face. “Because I promise you won’t like I do to you if I find you.”

You slam your hand over your mouth as a small squeak leaves your lips. Law’s hat in your other hand shook with your trembling hand. Good going Y/N, pissing off the freaking surgeon of death. You lean back in the coffin causing it to creak. Oh fuck.

“Fount ya.” The door to the coffin swings open causing you to scream out of surprise ��Say cheese~” A flash blinds your horror filled eyes. “Now who’s the clown?” Law holds your phone up to display the very unflattering picture of you clutching his hat for dear life as you screamed.

“Not funny.” You jerk the phone out of his hand. “How did you even get my phone?” Your hand goes into your back pocket and pulls out an admission ticket. “So that’s how. Smart.” You didn’t even notice him using his ability, but you were running for your life so it makes sense.

“Here.” Law takes his hat out of your hand and places it on your head. “Pose.” You lean back in the coffin and hold up a peace sign. “You know when I think of death and coffins a peace sign isn't the first thing that comes to mind.” He snaps a picture of you.

“I thought it was cool.” You come out of the coffin and take your phone with a pout on your face. “Well it’s your turn now, see if you can out do me.”

“Oh that won’t be hard.” You scoff as law grabs his hat from your head and puts it back on his. You hold the phone up and wait for him to pose. He smiles before crossing his arms behind his back, leaning into the coffin. “It’s quite comfy in here.” He looks at you through lidded eyes. You shamelessly snap three pictures. I’m so making this my background. “I’m not done yet.” He brought his hands down to his shirt before pulling it up enough to expose his abs. You blink a few times and try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. “Go on Y/N~” Your finger rapidly hits the screen taking pictures.

I take that back, I’m making this my background.

~~~~

After escaping the nightmare fuel room you end up in a room called the ��Clean and Chill’. The room was filled with mirrors and attached from the ceiling were bubbles.

“This reminds me of Sabaody.” You and Law say in perfect unison, causing you to look at each other.

“Bright minds think alike.” Law smiles at you before taking your hand.

“Hey Law, let's take a mirror selfie.” You walk over in front of the mirror and drag Law with you. You pull your phone out and hold it up. He brought his head down so it rests on your shoulder. You snap the picture and pull it up to look at it. “Who taught you that?” You notice he gave you bunny ears.

“I looked up different things to do in photos last night.” It didn’t shock you one bit. “I just wanted to be prepared.”

“I have an idea. Take your hat off.” He does and looks at you in the mirror. You bring your hand behind his and give him bunny ears. He does the same to you as you take the picture. “It’s such a cute photo.” You look at the picture and swoon.

“It is.” Law smiles seeing how eccentric you were. You are what made it cute

~~~~

“This is the last room.” You walk into the ‘Sweet room’. It was filled with human sized deserts, a colorful ball pit and a slide that takes you out of the museum. You and Law walk around taking pictures with all of the deserts, unaware of the eyes that were on you.

“Umm excuse me?” You and Law turn around to see a girl smiling. You notice right away she has a one piece shirt on. “I just wanted to say I liked your Law cosplay! It’s almost crazy how much you look like him.” She studies Law who’s giving you a look that screams ‘What do I do?’ “Wow you even have the tattoos! Are they real?” Law awkwardly nods his head.

“Yeah they are!” You place a hand on Law’s back. I got this Law, don't worry. “And I like your shirt by the way!”

“Thank you!” She smiles and pulls the shirt out more, revealing all three supernovas, Luffy, Kid and the man standing right next to you. “It’s my favorite to wear because it has my favorite character on it!” Your body tenses up. What if it’s Law?

“And who would that be?” You ask nervously. Law smirks at you knowing exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Kid!” Suddenly the girl whips out an Ita bag filled to the brim with Kid’s face. “He’s such a himbo and I love him.” Your body relaxes.

“That’s cool!” She was truly dedicated to Kid. “My favorite character is Law!”

“I figured that much considering..” She looks at Law and then back to you. “Wait a second.” She opens her bag and rummages through it before pulling out a keychain with Law on it. “Take this!”

“Are you sure?” Your geeky smiles plaster your face, she nods. “Thank you!”

“You're welcome.” Law nudges your side. You look into his eyes and know exactly what he’s saying. “I’ll let you guys get back to enjoying the museum!”

“Wait!” The girl stops. Words get caught up in your throat as you freeze.

“Sorry, my girlfriend is a little shy.” Law is now the one holding your back. “She’s working on making friends.”

“Oh I see. I’d love to exchange numbers!” The girl pulls her phone out and you do the same. “My name is______.” After exchanging numbers you part ways.

~~~~

“Thank you Law.” You take a deep breath and fall into the ball pit. “She seems like a really nice person.”

“You're welcome.” Law laid right beside you. “And she did. But I bet you would have said differently if I was her favorite character.” You grab one of the balls and throw it in his face.

“Says the one who called me girlfriend.” Your eyes blow wide. Earlier you were too frazzled to process it, but now.

“I did.” Law picks up a bunch of the colorful balls and throws them at you one by one like a snowball fight. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“I guess I don’t, boyfriend.” You throw a ball and it knocks Law’s hat off his head, revealing his spiky black locks.

“You catch on quick.” He winks before picking his hat back up. “Are we ready to go?”

“Yup.” You get out of the ball pit and head towards the exit slide. “I’ll get in first and you get behind me.” You sit on the slide and Law straddles his long legs around you. “Are you ready?”

“Not yet.” His voice was right up against your ear, causing shivers to snake down your spine. “Hold onto this for me.” He hands you his hat before his arms wrap around you to pull you against his back. “Now I’m ready.”

Your laughs echo the slide as Law holds onto you for dear life. You see the light at the end of the tunnel and Law does too but in a different context. You and Law exit the slide and come to a halt.

“That was so much fun.” You lift up with your hands in the air, while Law falls back on the slide. “You okay Law?” He doesn’t respond. I’m taking that as a no…

~~~~

After Law recovers from his trip down the ferocious slide you make your way to the Museum of Life and Death.

“Welcome everyone!” The tour guide dressed in white waves his hands. “I’m Life!”

“Hello, I am Death.” A girl dressed up like the grim reaper swung around a foam scythe. “Follow us.”

“Here, so we don’t get separated in the crowd.” You blush as Law laces his hands with yours.

“Aww Law if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” You elbow his side as he glares down at you. Much to your surprise he releases your hand. Your lips part out of shock. The audacity! “Law…” You try to grab his hand again but he keeps avoiding you.

“Aww Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” He mocks before grabbing your hand again.

“Your a brat Law.”

“Takes one to know one.”

~~~~

The two tour guides took you from exhibit to exhibit explaining their role in the birth and demise of each specimen. You look up at Law and see his eyes sparkle with delight. Only he would be this happy about seeing the skeleton of a tree frog.

He stole your phone and took pictures of anything and everything. But he suddenly stops and quirks his brow.

“Is that what I think it is?” He points to an exhibit that had two skeletons in a very ‘suggestive’ position.

“Umm.” You and him look at the exhibit and then back at each other. “Yeah they are totally screwing.” You watch as Law holds back laughter.

“So I’m sure some of you have already caught onto this act of love.” The man known as Life points at the exhibit. “It's also the start of all life.”

“It is also the start of death.” The girl known as Death pipes in. “From the moment you are born you inch closer and closer to the inevitable fate bestowed onto all living beings.”

“As grim as that seems.” Life takes over again. “Life is still beautiful.” Life and Death smile at one another “If you take anything away from today's tour, let it be this. Live your life and enjoy the life you live.” And with that the tour ends.

~~~~

“So did you have a good time?” You buckle up and look over at Law.

“I did, thank you for bringing me.” His stomach grumbles. “But I’m starving.”

“Me too.” You smile thinking about the surprise. He’s going to love it.

“So what exactly is this surprise dinner of yours?” You shake your head.

“You’ll just have to wait and see~”

~~~~

You have Law close his eyes before pulling into the parking lot of the destination. The outside of the building is a dead giveaway considering it’s shaped like a ship.

“I swear if I fall I will never forgive you.” Law grips onto your arm as you guide him into the building.

“I won’t, besides we are almost there.” You walk him up a few stairs before opening the door handle that was shaped like a sword hilt. Air rushes out of the building and into your face.

“You can open now!”

Law scans the room with a look of pure confusion on his face. All around were people dressed up as stereotypical pirates, fake treasure chest filled with plastic gold coins sat in every corner and the room smelt like salt water.

“Y/N?” Law grabs onto your forearm and leans down.“What exactly am I looking at?”

“It’s a pirate themed dinner show!”

“I see.”

“So what do you think?” You look up at Law’s expression and feel a little sad. He looks unamused. “I’m sorry Law, this was a stupid idea we can leave if you want to.” The disappointment in your voice alerts Law. Yes he thinks it's very weird, yes he’s confused. But he also sees the amusement of this place.

“No actually, I think this will be fun.” He pulls you close and feels a wave of relief seeing you smile again.

You and Law walk into the main venue. The seating was colosseum style around a huge stage where the actors would perform. Once you got to your seats a waiter came around to get your drink orders.

“This is.” Law took a sip of his iced tea. “This is the best tea I’ve ever had.” You watch as Law downs the entire sweet tea. “What’s in this that makes it so good?”

“Sugar… lots and lots of sugar.” You take a sip out of your own drink.

“It slays.”

“Law....” You nearly spit your drink out while holding back a laugh. “Do you just say..”

“I did. Because this tea slays.” The waitress came up to fill his cup.

“What other modern slang terms do you know?”

“Rizz. And according to the internet I have it.”

“Yeah, I'd have to agree.”

The lights in the auditorium dim as a loud bang resembling cannon fire echoes in the room. Most people jumped in their seats, you included. But Law didn’t move a muscle, probably because he was used to the sound.

You watch as a huge crowd of pirates come on stage and start fighting one another over a treasure chest. Law chuckles when the captains walk out on stage to fight.

“I wonder what they would think if they knew a real pirate captain was In the crowd?” Law whispers in your ear.

“They’d probably think you're crazy.” You scooch closer to him “Especially if you mentioned your navigator was a polar bear.” A very cute one at that~

“What do we have here?” You and Law froze when a spotlight was put on both of you. “What a fine maiden we have here.” The ‘evil’ pirate captain came up to you. “I think I’ll take you with me.”

“Like hell you will.” Law wraps an arm around your back. The gesture gave you butterflies, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“Sure.” You shrug your shoulders and wiggle out of the firm hold he had you in. “Lead the way.” You walk away with the evil pirate leaving a very confused Law behind.

The pirate takes you up to a platform. It was a little nerve wracking to be high up. The pirate wraps his arm around you before walking to the end of the platform.

“If you want yer woman back you’ll have to take out my men!” You see Law standing up in his seat below. He looks absolutely feral and you're living for it. “And if you survive you’ll have to fight me!” The crowd cheers as a staff member hands Law a fake sword. “Now my lady, any words of encouragement for your daring fellow.”

“Go easy on them.” You wink at Law who’s finally catching on to what’s happening. He gets to play hero.

You watch as Law skillfully but gently, takes down each pirate one by one. From time to time you would yell out a “Save me.” just to egg him on.

“Are you ready for the real fight!” The captain yells out as Law climbs the ladder up to the platform.

“I could say the same to you.” Law smirks before jumping onto the platform. “I’ll take my girl back now if you don’t mind.” You step back and let the two captains duke it out over you. The actor whispers something to Law before they begin to battle.

In the end Law of course won. With one final swing of the provided prop sword, the evil captain went falling into the water below. You ran up to Law and stood by his side.

“Thanks for saving me, how could I ever repay you~”

“Like this.” Law grabs your cheeks and turns you away from the crowd before smashing his lips against yours. The crowd around you starts to whistle and cheer as Law kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. In reality that is the case.

“Let’s hear it for the new King and Queen of the pirates!” The announcer's voice echoes the stage as Law pulls away.

“I guess I beat Strawhat to it.” Law smiles before giving your forehead a quick kiss. To say you were on cloud 9 would be an understatement.

“That you did, Captain.”

~~~~

“Hey driver princess, what was the name of that song again?” Driver princess? Law was scrolling through your playlist. You think for a second and it clicks.

“Oh I know.” In the days Law has been with you he has started to like listening to music. But the music he likes is not what you thought it would be. In your head you imagined him like grunge music or something more on the edgy side, but to your surprise.“It’s called For the first time.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Law finds the song and smiles hearing the song start up.

You can’t help but smile hearing him hum or ever so quietly sing one of the lyrics. He was out of his element, but at the same time in it. The song comes to an end and Law scrolls through once more to find a song.

“Can I tell you something Y/N?” You glance over to see Law tapping his tattooed fingers against his thigh. Is he nervous? With a curt nod from you he continues. “When I first listened to this song it made me think of you.” You think of the lyrics and what they mean. “I know it’s my last day here and all, but I have a feeling that I will see you again one day.” Comfort washes over you at his words.

“I feel like I will too.” Your hand reaches over and intertwines with his. The tension in the car diminishes as Law gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

~~~~

By the time you got home it was already 11:30PM, meaning Law leaves in half an hour. Your phone buzzes and you see another text

“Your wish must be in the same room in which it spawned.”

“Hey Law.” You knock on the door outside of his room. The door opens and you see he’s wearing the outfit he had on when he first arrived. “I got a text saying you need to be in my room at midnight.”

“I’m almost ready.” You nod as he walks into the bathroom.

You look at the neatly made bed and the piles of folded clothes that he wore during his time here. A sharp pain daggers through your chest. He is going to be gone soon. Tomorrow he won’t be here when you wake up, you’ll be alone. Your eyes start to sting but you stop before tears could form. I want to be smiling before he goes.

11:55PM

You and Law talk about everything that’s happened with smiles on your faces.

11:56PM

You give Law printed pictures of the photos you took today. He smiles and tucks them into his coat pocket.

11:57PM

Reality comes crashing in for the both of you. Law sits down on the bed with you and holds you close to him as you fight back tears.

11:58PM

Law stands up from the bed and goes to the spot in the middle of your room where he first showed up.

“Law before you go. I want to give you something.” You run out of your room and come back with something in your hands. Law's eyes glass over seeing what you're giving to him.

“Y/N… Are you serious?” You smile and place the Corazon figure in his hands.

“Yes I am.”

11:59PM

“You won’t forget me, will you Law?” You wrap your arms and take in his scent for one more time.

“I could never forget you.” Law did the same. “You gonna keep that promise?”

“I will.” You pull back long enough to kiss him one last time.

“Good girl.” He smiles and looks at the time 20 more seconds. “If you ever find yourself In my world, come find me. I just know the crew would love you.” Just like I do

“Is this my invitation to the heart pirates?”

“It sure is.” Law wraps you in his arms. “And I’m not a very patient captain, so don’t leave me waiting too long.”

“I’ll try not to.” 10 seconds

“I’ll hold you to that.” Law holds you closer to his body. “ROOM.” “SHAMBLES.” “I left you a little surprise, you just have to find it.”

“Good bye Y/N.”

“Good bye Law.”

The arms that were wrapped around Law come around your own body.

12:00AM

Law is gone.

The breath you’ve held for the past half hour starts seeping out of your lips. The tears you fought back cascade down your face. He was truly gone. Through your blurring vision something white and fluffy caught your attention.

“Is that?” You look at your bed and see the squishmallow on your bed had a familiar hat on it. “Law.” You rush over to the bed and take the hat off the stuffed animal. A small note was tucked inside of it.

“You can toss that crappy replica out, you’ve got the real deal now. Take good care of it. Thank you for everything Y/N, take care and keep your promise.

-I’ll see you again soon

Love Law

P.S I stole one of your squishmallow’s :)

What did you expect, I’m a pirate after all?

You frantically look around the room to see which one he took. “THAT JERK! HE TOOK THE RAREST ONE.”

~~~~Keeping your promise~~~~

In the weeks since Law went back to his world, your life changed dramatically. You texted the girl from the museum and started to meet up with her. She even introduced you to her other friends. Slowly but surely you had an abundance of good people who truly cared about you.

~~~~

It had been years and years ago since that week and not one day has passed where you didn’t think about it. Even after one piece ended, even as your hair got greyer, not once did you forget about Law or the time you shared with him..

~~~~

The heart monitor beeps slowly as you take in shaky breaths. Death is creeping up on me. It was a strange feeling knowing you were about to die, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. You felt no fear or no real pain. It felt like going up a hill on a rollercoaster. Scary but at the same time exciting. I’ve lived a good life. Your weak hands grab the white, blacked dotted hat that belonged to Law. The one he gave you all those years ago. The comfort you felt when you held it against your chest was enough to let you know.. It’s going to be okay. Your vision was becoming darker and darker. It’s time to go, Y/N…

~~~~

“Miss L/N it’s time for you to take meds.” A nurse comes into the door to see the flatline on your heart monitor. The pills drop into the floor as she yells for a doctor.

By the time the doctor got to the room it was too late. You were gone.

~~~~

Death was strange. One moment you were on a bed dying, but now it felt like you were traveling through time itself. Your senses are heightened as colors fill the void. So this is the afterlife? Then suddenly the rapid momentum stopped, as if you were on an elevator that stopped at the floor it wanted you on. Then once again the darkness enveloped you.

~~~~

“Bepo give her some room.” Bepo?

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve been wanting to meet her for a while now.” That voice..

“We all have. She is the captain's favorite character after all.” Favorite character?

“Wait, I think she’s waking up! Let’s go get the captain!” Heavy footsteps echo in your head.

Your eyes open to the unfamiliar room. Where am I? The walls were made of what appeared to be metal and it felt oddly familiar. Have I seen this before? Your eyes land on a small dresser that sat in the corner of the room. Wait, that's…. You stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. The corazon figure I gave to….

“Look who finally showed up.” Your hand clasps around your mouth as tears run down your face, realizing where you were. You turn around and see the man you loved more than anything. He too had tears in his familiar golden eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” No words could form. I’m really here. His arms open and you run into them. The warm embrace brought back the happy memories of his time in your universe. And now here you are, together once again.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N”

~End~

~~~Bonus~~~

“You guys can come in now.” Law kissed your forehead and pulled away. The metal door swung open and the crew rushed in one by one. “Everyone meet Y/N.”

“Hello!” The crew said in unison while gathering closer around you.

“Garchu!” You found yourself surrounded by a blanket of white fur.

“Garchu Bepo!” You wrapped your arms around the polar bear and nuzzled into him. “I always knew you'd be soft.”

“Quit hogging her Bepo!” Bepo let you down with a small ‘sorry’. “I’m so excited to finally have another girl on the crew!” You found yourself yet again in an embrace. “I’m-”

“Ikkaku!”

“I told you guys.” Law smiled seeing how shocked his crew was. “She already knows every single one of you.”

“Come on, let's show her around!” Penguin came up and grabbed your hand.

“Follow us!” Shachi grabbed your other hand.

Law watched as his crew fawned over you and vice versa. They showed you every inch of the ship while telling you stories about their adventures. Finally they wore out and Law could be alone with you again once more.

“I still can’t believe I’m here.” You sat on Law’s bed with a huge grin on your face.

“Me either, but I always knew you’d show up eventually.” Law walked over to a closet and started rummaging through it. “Especially since I had this~” He held up the very rare Squishmallow he stole.

“I almost forgot about that!” You ran and took the stuffed animal from his hands.

“That’s not the only thing I have for you.” Law once again rummaged through the closet before pulling out a uniform. “When I was in your world I saw a drawing on your computer of the outfit you would wear if you were on my crew.” You remembered drawing it, but had no idea he saw it. “So I had it made for you. Try it on.” You put the uniform on and it fit your body perfectly.

“I look so cool!.” You spun around in the mirror and admired yourself. “So I take this means…”

“It does.” Law smiled. “F/N L/N, welcome to the heart pirates.”

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namazunomegami · 9 months ago

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Into the Void

Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader

Synopsis: Geto is so succumbed to his ideals that you have no choice but to run. But the hunt for you is more than a simple chase. It's resurrection. It's repentance. Just like in the parable of the lost sheep.

CW: canon compliant, established relationship, predator/prey, injuries, blood, toxic dynamics, heavy religious symbolism, emotional distress, dissociation, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, yandere behavior, Geto is a manipulative ass how surprising

WC: 5.2k whoops

Credits: my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading but tbh I should start calling you my editor from now on lmao. I'm glad you enjoyed my sneak peeks so much 💕

Song rec: since I can't control myself, I picked 3 songs by Nine Inch Nails that gives the perfect vibes to the story. For the exposition, I recommend Heresy, mostly because the lyrics resonates with the reader's thoughts about Geto. For the escape/chase part, I picked Eraser for the creepy vibes and reader's slowly deterioriating sanity. For the closing part, I picked A warm place because it's a comforting yet a bit gloomy track

A/N: Saying that this idea possessed me is an understatement. Initially I only wanted to put effort into the whole chase scene but obviously I started to add lore into the whole thing. And since they grew on me and I simply love their dynamic, a part 2 is on the way yaaay.

Minors shall not interact unless they wanna get punched.

And a usual warning for dark content. I wanted to keep it mild but I couldn't. Maybe I'm a lil bit too skilled when it comes to writing about fear.

It’s all too painful to think that maybe running away with Geto wasn’t the best idea.

Of course you loved him, you loved the twins too and the makeshift family you created, it really healed some of the wounds you received in the past. But you wished it would’ve stayed that way. Living together, somewhere far away, isolated, in peace. Have a fresh start, build a nest for the four of you and fill it up with love.

But he had other plans.

There were a lot of improvements in the initial phase of your plans. Building community, uniting the herd. You enjoyed some reverence from the followers too. Eventually the initial number of breakthroughs began to stagnate, despite all the effort. It became routine, like you were being dragged through the same day for years and years without end. When you were faced with even more setbacks, you started to realize that you basically never left the temple and it soon began to feel like a cage. Golden and holy. It was draining to see people lose their sense of individuality and how he became their only source of validation. It was torment. Living life as an idol of worship tucked into a forgotten corner of a church. Praised like a twisted Gothic Madonna with a blue cloth over your head, but in reality you weep, you’re their Mater Dolorosa, with swords piercing your sorrowful heart.

The most devastating thing about realizing you’re not fit to run a cult, is the fact that you lack the most understated yet important aspect of it: believing in the agenda you want to spread. How could you guide all those helpless, simple-minded sheep while questioning whether your destination is real or not? Maybe that Canaan has nothing to do with milk and honey, instead it’s just a pile of rubble.

You soon got tired of it all. His drive, his goal, all too impossible to achieve. Maybe he knew he could never make it happen, but it consumed him regardless. You’ve lost the most cherished parts of him to his hatred, his deeply repressed rage against any injustices he had to deal with after the infamous Star Plasma incident.

You weren’t sure about your feelings towards Geto anymore. Were you afraid of him? Angry at him? Bitter? Disappointed? Worried? It all turned into mush, a grotesque, black liquid as the thin walls of the temple slowly made you feel like they were closing in on you. You had no idea how much time you had, until your unresolved feelings will taint the whole place.

You always circled back to the worst possible action to protect your soft, aching heart… When you thought that nothing will change for the better, you wanted to run away. You wanted to hide. The ambivalence of your feelings towards him weighed on your heart and conscience, like a thousand stones. You loved him, yet you loathed what has become of him. Despite that you trusted him with the map of your soul, made it through all the highs and lows of your relationship so far, all the deep abysses of pain and suffering.

Maybe you should run, just for the sake of it. To test how it will make you feel. Will it make you feel freed? At ease? Will it lift the weights on your chest? Will this sense of incoming doom vanish?

Maybe you should find Gojo. He wouldn’t condemn you, but he would be disappointed. If you set your judgement and resentment to aside, he’s the only one who can talk with the higher ups to scratch your name off the list of curse users who are on death row.

How much time did you need to forge your plan? Not even a single minute. It was only natural for you to memorize everybody’s routine, how to distinguish the sound of their steps, to pick a timeframe when nobody is lurking around the halls. The first (and probably last) time you were glad those who have hurt you gave you a skill, besides the ability to harness cursed energy of course. They made you stealthy, alert, observant.

And when Geto left you to cater to his followers, you decided to put your plan into action.

Your body is strung tight with the tension of waiting, agitation making you feel as if you were unraveling at the seams - but something deep inside of your mind pleaded for you to stay. Agony and anxiety were plaguing you until you’ve found enough courage to get up and sneak out. Now, you had the chance to show off everything you’ve learned: sliding the doors shut so slowly that they don’t make a noise, walking down the corridors with socked feet, carefully putting the middle parts of your feet on the floor, instead of your heels, easily avoiding those parts that creak.

Sometimes, when he was immersed in his thoughts, he was amused by how faint your steps sounded.

An involuntary instinct warns you. It’s trying to convince you that he can see you through the eyes of bodhisattvas residing in the thangka paintings decorating the walls. You almost give up your quest as you glance at the depiction of Vajrabhairava. In all its anger, with its six faces and twelve limbs. A dreadful beast that defies death itself.

You don’t want to do this to him, do you?

You look away from the painting, focusing on getting your shoes on and climbing out through the window. As you’re squatting on the windowpane, you can see all of Tokyo stretched out beneath you. You’re a little bit annoyed that all temples are built on a mountain. A long way to go, but you can never know when this place will turn into a funeral pyre.

It’s a little bit too easy. There’s no sign of surveillance curses nearby, you only need to slide down on the wet tiles, jump up high, land in the mud and let yourself be swallowed by the darkness of the forest. You specifically picked your least conspicuous clothes to blend into your surroundings perfectly. And the cold and murky night will let you go safely. The leaves will conceal your tracks.

So many things are working in your favor tonight.

You know there’s no need to rush. You can only draw attention to yourself if you are running around, creating noise and disturbing the wildlife. You don’t even use a flashlight, you have to get used to the darkness, the full Moon will guide you with all her dazzling light. And after that, Tokyo will do the same, with its crowded streets and all its places to hide.

There’s a weird kind of tranquility in your heart. How the cold prickles your skin, the moisture in the air, the faint noise of the creatures dwelling under the leaves, up in the trees, singing, chirping, crawling. The scent of wet soil, the gentle caress of the wind…

Now, you feel free.

As you walk deeper and deeper into the woods, you feel lighter, you feel like you could fly away, like you could dance all the way towards your destination. You’re thinking about actually doing that, as if you got possessed by a strange spirit…

But the uneven, slippery ground makes you fall right into the mud. You squirmed a little, trying to get hold of a tree trunk and then…

Silence, dead silence.

Your heart sinks deep in your chest.

You know what it means. When nature falls silent. There’s…

There’s a threat nearby.

A primal instinct tells you to run.

There’s no way, there’s no fucking way that he already noticed you were gone.

Twigs whip at your skin as you’re running mindlessly. Wherever you end up, it will be fine, as long as you can enter the outskirts of the city. The cold night air stings your throat, your heaving breath leaves your mouth in puffy clouds. You feel the urge to cough, deep from your bone-dry lungs.

The ground beneath you turns soft and steep. You lose your poise, stumbling and rolling all the way down until you fall from a high clod of rain-washed soil. Your body collides with a cold, wet, yet incredibly hard and flat surface, fraying the skin on your palm and face. Your back and shoulders will be bruised by tomorrow, painting your body with black and blue spots. The pain ripples through your entire being, paralyzing you for a couple of moments.

As you slowly gathered your battered self from the ground with a grunt, you realize you landed on a road. It’s a good sign, you’re not so far from civilization. But instead of following the road, cutting through the forest is the wiser decision.

Your relief is short-lived, just like a may fly.

A sinister feeling takes hold on you. It makes you freeze, squeezing your insides. Like you’re sitting in the jaw of an eldritch beast. You slowly turn back to the direction of your fall.

The lights are flickering.

You grab on the guardrail for dear life. You try to fill your lungs with shaky breaths, your heart desperately beating against your ribcage. Your trembling knees barely keep you upright, yet nothing can make you move. You have been found, you’re defeated, there’s no point in running away from him. The injuries, the already forming bruises will only deplete your strength.

How could you fight him? You’re aware that if he wanted to, he could break your bones and twist your body at the joints with an arm behind his back.

How could you outrun him? He’s capable of summonning a swarm of curses before you even take a step.

How could you make war with him?

Three of the lamp lights were already out, you stared into the darkness, the boundless abyss right before your eyes. You can’t even force yourself to blink.

And when the lights came back on, he was just standing there. Without breaking a sweat. Your pulse feels non-existent.

What infuriated you even more was that he wasn’t wearing his gojo-kesa. The motherfucker even gave you a head start by changing into something comfortable before he came to fetch you. Or simply he noticed your absence later than you expected.

Whatever, both is bad news for you.

He doesn’t utter a single word, he merely walks towards you. Slowly cornering you. Feasting on the terror on your face. Meanwhile you can’t unravel what could possibly be going on in his mind. The only thing you notice is that those violet sparks in his eyes are so sharp they could cut yours out of their sockets.

Should you give up? Should you beg for forgiveness?

But then, an idea blooms inside your mind.

You don’t hide your fear, you let your body tremble freely, fingers desperately clinging onto the metal, with your shoulders hunched to protect your neck and your wide, frightened eyes stare back at him. Letting him believe that you won’t fight back. That he can take you back to the temple and throw you back into your cage.

And when his foot hits the bisector, you jump. Right into the nothingness behind your back.

You fall on leaves and broken twigs again. You roll and roll with such speed you can’t comprehend the growing distance. Not even having an idea of how far you’re from him. Small rocks, branches, hardened roots of trees, bones all cut, scratch and pierce you. But you endure it, you’ll undergo any torture if it meant you’ll be freed. Your only hope is that the adrenaline will deal with the pain.

Suddenly, you violently crash into a tree, the ridged texture imprints deeply into your stomach. Acid bursts from your throat. Your diaphragm didn’t avoid the hit either, breathing is not unlike Sisyphean task as you try to get your shaking limbs to stand. Your mind is disturbed by the lack of air and your desperate attempts at getting yourself together. You’re wheezing like a dog. You must look pathetic, you think.

It takes almost all of your mental strength to calm down and slowly breathe through your nose, your lungs finally opening. But Geto won’t let you recover, you hear the fallen leaves getting crushed under his feet. You take a few sharp, ragged breaths, like it’s the last drag of a cigarette before the train comes and then, you move.

You hide behind a thick pine tree, palms covering your mouth and nose. The lack of oxygen is just another frustrating hindrance to your successful escape plan. Dizziness fills your head like a thick fog and sucks the strength out of your shins, needing to lean against the trunk to keep yourself standing. You try to conceal your cursed energy with all your might. A tracker who’s untraceable is a useful pawn in the hands of the higher ups, this skill made you a cherished student back in the day. Back when everything was so… no, it’s only the nostalgia making you wistful, it wasn’t any better.

The rustling gets quieter, you wait until the sound eventually dies. An almost muted sigh of relief leaves your lips in a thick cloud, dancing in the cold air.

From the corner of your eye, a floating form cuts through the pale moonlight.

Looking closely at its shape, you realize what kind of curse it is. The beetle looking one that attacks instantly once it senses movement. You can’t believe it, you’re going to -

The curse drags itself into your aura, scanning your form that is fused with the pine. Every muscle is tensed, you’re stiff as a board, you suppress every reflex in your eye and empty chest. You’re just like a statue, a corpse, showing no signs of life. Only an agonizing scream echoes inside your skull. A scream that puts mental breakdowns to shame.

It’s like an eternity until the curse finally disappears from your sight.

You definitely look exhausted, your body is limp and heavy like lead. But you must keep going at all costs, even if you have no idea how many curses are sent after you. You walk around the mountain instead of going down like he’d expect it.

Slowly yet surely, you calm yourself down. You know that you’re still in his grasp, but you still have a chance to outsmart him. You go deeper and deeper, you’re near the heart of the forest now. The moonlight barely crawls through the leaves, it’s easier to navigate according to what you hear rather than to what you see. The surroundings are growing eerie, you ache for light and warmth. And the longing sucks a bit of spirit out of you.

Before you can start questioning yourself, the sound of running water fills your ears.

A narrow, yet fast running stream plowed through the forest. Though you were unsure of staying close to the stream, going through it and getting to the other side sounds like a smart idea. As you take a reluctant step, you realize the water is ice cold. And when you dive into it further, enduring the strong current, it’s not as shallow as you believed. You’re submerged all the way up to your thighs. At its deepest point, the stream hugs your waist. The cold makes your movements slow and rigid, your teeth clang together in a frenzy. The bottom is filled with smooth, flat pebbles, they make it easy to -

You slip on the rounded, polished stones and fall into the stream. The freezing temperature makes your skin shrink, it prickles you like a thousand needles. Scared, you crawl around the bottom, trying to get a hold of something and emerge back to the surface. A sharp, burning pain wakes in your palm, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to swallow your scream, but it wants to burst from your lungs, you grunt and whimper until you can bite down on your sweatshirt, letting the material muffle your shout. Your gaze fixates on your hand and even in the darkness of the night, you see blood oozing from the deep cut, from your own torn flesh. The urge to retch is strong.

You palm is plunged back into the cool water, in hope of easing the pain.

He calls out your name right behind you.

You crawl out of the water, running from him, just as before. It doesn't matter how many times you trip, fall, stumble. It doesn’t matter how your fresh wounds end up in the mud, you don’t have it in you care about the pain or the looming threat of an infection. You hear him trying to reason with you. You must come back home, you’re injured, you’re bleeding. He must take care of you.

Why are you running? Where could you go? Who’s going to help you recover?

No, you mustn’t let your determination crumble. But oh… it sounds so easy. Giving in to your hopelessness.

An evergreen bush becomes your shelter to collect yourself and check on your wound, which is aching from all the dirt and is still bleeding. Water is dripping from your hair, your clothes are soaked, makes it easier for the cold night air to bite into you, to shake the whole length of your body. Your fingers are hardly moving and have no strength in them. The adrenaline is starting to wear off. You feel alone, small, and vulnerable. You’re freezing, scarred and aching. All the things you see in the dark twist into creepy, threatening forms. Everything that surrounds you is suddenly dangerous. As a lonely spider crawls within your field of vision, you flinch. The world around you is evil and everything is after your flesh.

And the only person who can save you is the one you’re running away from.

What are you going to do now? Fight, flight, or freeze? Which instinct is going to win this time? Because comprehensible thoughts won’t work on you. Every little layer of a fully-fledged human with a conscience has been stripped from you. You left them scattered everywhere in the woods. You’re nothing more than a primordial shell of a being.

Ceremonial horns wake in the distance, soon followed by howling. They let the dogs out to hunt you down. Poor, little hare. Your own stupidity has woken up the beast.

Who is like unto the beast?

You defeat the paralyzing dread and decide on flight. You dash out from the bushes, but - Oh… your eye. Your soft doe eye. There’s something in it. And your tears have an oddly metallic taste on your tongue.

And power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.

You wish you could see yourself from the outside, but you’re probably nowhere near as majestic as you think you are. Right now you feel like you’re the fastest, stealthiest creature who’s ever lived, even if your muscles are almost torn, weak, and tensed. This is the last crumb of your strength, this is your all.

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him.

You don’t dare to look back. You know he’s there. He’s so close, he’s orbiting around you like a moon does with its planet. As if all of this is a dance. A hunt is a dance with a coital rhythm. And mother nature is the audience to your deadly waltz.

And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.

He takes your hand in his. Gentle and kind. To not scare you any further. You snap like an electric current under his touch, but you break free and zigzag between the trees.

He grabs your waist. Forcefully. It scares you this time. You escape from his embrace before he can swallow you whole. But he might have bit your throat during the process, you feel something trailing down your collarbones. You hear your bones crack.

It was all a mistake. You are a mistake. But mistakes can be forgiven, right? He has forgiven you so many times, you can’t even think of a number.

You slide down on a slope, leaves stick to your clothes, and you drop onto a thick trunk of a fallen oak. Tensive pain ripples in your side. You should stand up and run, but you can’t move. You won’t move. What’s wrong with you? What kind of prey gives the fight up before its last breath? But you think about your frozen limbs, the pain in your palm, your back, your shoulder blades, everywhere. You think about home… you want to go home or be left here to die. But the thought of dying here, alone, makes your heart palpitate rapidly, like there’s not enough air to fill your lungs. Your breathing becomes desperate, panicked even. Your chest hurts, your ribcage is ready to break apart by your racing heartbeat. You press your palms against your head, clawing into your hair. Every little morsel of you is bursting into a tremor. The connection between your mind, your body and the world cease to exist. And that lovely, unlimited stretch of space inside your consciousness is shaken, it’s in utter chaos. Breaking into tiny little pieces, like glass, like porcelain. Tears and plucks like paper and fabric. Shrieks and wails, rejecting the only thing that makes all creatures on this plane of existence agitated over their own mortality.

You’re doomed.

Unconsciously, your limbs curl into the very same position you took when you saw the world for the first time, protecting your belly and face, making you seem small. Geto knows you only do that when you fear what might happen to you, despite being unaware of the kind of terror your brain had subjected you to. That’s why he approaches you slowly, making no sudden movements as he picks you up gently, like one would lift a porcelain figure from the ground. When you open your eyes, he had already settled you into his lap as the manta ray curse lifts the two of you up to mount the skies.

You have no idea if he hunted you down or saved you from your own demise.

What a defiant, ungrateful creature you are, you think. You tried so viciously to run away from your burden, and now you feel safe with him again, you dare clinging to him, you dare seek his warmth. The contradicting thoughts and desires torture you on the way back. There’s only one faint voice inside your head that’s capable of calming you down, able to keep your sanity intact…

You’re the lost sheep, and he’s the shepherd who searched all over the world to find you. And he’ll bring you back to the flock, and he’ll love you more than the rest of them.

Your false god. Your fallacious savior. Will he forgive you if you repent on your knees? Until they get bloody and bruised?

Back at the temple, he refuses to let you take even a step on your own. You weren’t born to run, to soil your soles with the ground that filthy monkeys walk on. You’re meant to be worshipped, to claim the whole world as yours beneath dainty, soft feet.

The warm lamplight and the comfort of your shared room helps you unwind. To shift back into a much more civilized, humanlike state. And as you practically glue yourself to the heater, you notice more dirt, more cuts, more blood marring your flesh than you expected.

When you take off your grimy sweatshirt, shoes, and socks, Geto is towering over you. There’s nothing imposing about him, he looks rather troubled as he sighs.

“What do I do with you?”

You roll your eyes. Oh, the good old rhetorical question. He has no idea if he should treat your wounds first, bathe you or break your leg just like the Gospel says.

“Come, let me take a look at your hand.”

You see your reflection in the mirror, and you’re horrified. Your right eye is bloodshot, a deep cut is splitting through your lower lip. You’re drenched in mud, already dried on your face along with some patches of wine dark blood. Together they seal the scraped skin on your cheek, makes your hair stick together into thick strands, accessorized with pine leaves and other remains from your little hike. You’re blistered and torn, you can barely recognize yourself.

It's pleasant to rinse your hands with warm water at the sink, but the sight makes your stomach twist. That nasty wound is too deep, it has to be sewn shut. A shiver races down on your spine when you see the first aid kit. He soaks a fresh gauze pad with wound solution and guides it towards the gaping cut with a pair of tweezers. The sting is horrible, the burning sensation rivals acid being poured straight into your flesh, it makes you grunt and hiss. He gives you a moment to breathe and collect yourself then he continues, despite your whimpers and twitching, tensed fingers. But the pain pales in comparison to when he swipes a new, clean pad inside your wound, cleaning it of all the filth. A pathetic cry erupts from your throat.

“Stop.” you sob, pulling your hand away to hug it close to your chest. You’re too distressed to realize that the temporary discomfort is necessary. But maybe this whole act is nothing but another one of his silly little games.

He places a finger under your eye, close to your lashes and collects your tears. The sight of you crying is somehow not worth of savoring to him. Before any little drop of your sorrow and regret can roll down your cheek like diamonds, he smears them, as if they could make your misery vanish. Well, they can’t. It frustrates you that you can’t let your feelings manifest because he’s ready to devour them just like his curses.

He doesn’t care that your face is caked in dirt, blood and tears, he lifts your chin up to kiss you. Deeply. You’re not reprimanded for not kissing him back.

You were right, he’s definitely toying with you. He makes it hurt before he soothes the ache. He creates a connection in your mind. Like you’re the dog of Pavlov, slowly conditioned to associate him with anything that makes the human heart fill with delight.

The tiles attract your attention much more than watching how the curved needle dives into your skin, how the thread closes the wound proficiently. Your features soften for a moment. Shoko would be so proud of him... Not for the reason he got so good at it though. He learnt to treat his wounds for the sole purpose of not letting a non-sorcerer doctor ever touch him.

He’s crazy. Vile. Petty. And delusional. It drives you crazy too.

But when your stitched hand is wrapped up in bandages, you seriously think about thanking him for putting up with you. For not being angry at you.

“Maybe this will make you reconsider your actions next time.” he remarks in a flat tone, concealing what’s going on in his mind.

You keep your gratitude to yourself.

But it’s not an easy task when he continues spoiling you, with so much care that it rivals motherly love. How he rinses all the grime out of your hair, how he gives you a moment of peace in a tub filled with plain, warm water, no bubbles or scented oils to irritate your scarred, sensitive skin. He dries you, brushes your hair and fills the whole bedroom with the calming notes of lavender and cedarwood coming from the incense burners. But he’s just so fixated on your injuries… every scratch, every surface level cut is thoroughly sanitized. It’s still humiliating, even when you’re the one sitting comfortably on the bed and he’s kneeling on the floor.

You’re afraid the extra pampering will twist your reasoning and resolve. That’s all part of the mind games he plays. You know he’ll go out on his way to prove that the world outside is cruel, that this is the only place where you’re safe, loved. In his proximity, under his hand.

And somewhere, deep down, you admit that he’s close to convincing you.

It makes you mad, you want to tear him to shreds, you want to weep for him just like Mary did under the cross. There’s still care, there’s still love under all those layers of burning hatred. What remains is twisted though, but it is there.

After you’re patched up, he glances up at you, thumb brushing your lip right next to that nasty cut. His other hand is resting where your thigh and knee meet. It’s a sign, a warning.

“Was it worth it, little lamb?” his tone is soothing and playful. So close to being outright mockery.

You reflect in silence, averting your gaze from him. All those scars and discolored skin, your disturbed mind, and the ache in your bones - you realize that your stupid little plan was futile. Totally unnecessary, it’s no achievement you can be proud of. At least if you’re not as masochistic as to pride yourself on your injuries. But the fact that he can recognize the parallels coats your answer with bile.

“No.”

Because you know that you can be so much more… There’re unlimited possibilities to a repented non-believer. And now you know that being his doubting Thomas has no benefits.

Maybe you did lose your faith in him, like the lamb in that story, to eventually realize how much you need him and vice versa. But you’re not satisfied with being a lost sheep. You just haven’t decided on your role in his Gospel yet. This is your call, you don’t know exactly which part of him calls out to you, but you’re satisfied with either of them. Whether it’s a prophet, a messiah, a beast, or the devil itself. The fallen Morningstar who used to be the favorite.

This can be your true Genesis.

“Go on, break my leg if you want to. There’s meaning in that, at least.” you dare echo his last words to Gojo, clean and low.

And your bones remain whole.

You’re relieved. Though you’re sick of his maneuvers with your mind, you’re aware their purpose is not to hurt you or punish you. These aching limbs of yours go limp as he crawls into bed next to you. The arm you were scared of coils around your waist. Viciously tight, much like a snake. The snake that corrupted Eve in the garden. The one that made her sin, got her cast out of paradise, the one that turned her whole world upside down. And maybe Eve did fall in love with the serpent, the worst creature that God had ever created. But even though he caused the fall of mankind, the serpent freed you from the clutches of a jealous, ungrateful god who denied knowledge from his own creations. Now you have the passion to rebel, to prove your creator wrong, to avenge his mistreatment. Give in to the temptation of your snake, believe his honeyed words, accept the fruit for a second time. Because you still remember the taste, oh so sweet and luscious. And with all the power he wields, you can win back your lost Eden or re-build it on earth, the home you’re both yearning for. It’s a promise between the two of you, silent, because words are not needed, only closure.

Something warm blooms inside your chest. Yes, that’s it! You can finally feel it now…

The very first ounce of belief.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #idk why but geto is very downward spiral coded to me #fun fact the title is another song by nin lmao #and i dont delibaretely write him as a yandere but somehow i finish a fic and reread an then... whoops he's yandere #geto suguru x reader #meesa writes

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biribaa · 2 years ago

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Make a wish

Employee 432/Timekeeper x reader

TW/CW: Some bad words

Please choose a Screen and Subtitle Language.

Then you chose.

Have you played The Stanley Parable before?

Then you answered.

Please adjust the slider until the computer is barely visible.

Then you confirmed.

Please enter the current time.

Then, you chose.

Timekeeper cautiously watched all of your choices, trying to gather as much information as they could. Especially at the time part, where it was usually when they gets the most irritated. People always just leave and let at 12:00 PM, but not you. You, in fact, took the time to look at the time on your cell phone, and correctly enter the time, as requested.

Timekeeper secretly took pleasure in it, having a shred of hope that you really will get the time right next time too.

And they waited in the dark.

...

A few hours passed, and they noticed your presence coming back.

Please enter the current time.

Then, you did. Again, picking up your phone from the table and entering the time.

Hang on, hang on

Your eyebrows went up, you weren't expecting this.

Before we get started, can I just say something?

Your fingers moved away from the keyboard, and with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, your hand slowly settled on the mouse, clicking in the black screen.

Thank you for actually setting the clock both times you've booted up the game.

Oh, sweet. With that, you grown a smile.

You were used to the Narrator always saying that you always do everything wrong and that you are always ruining his story. Even when you want to do something good, not the Narrator, but the game forces you to let him down once again with you. Seriously, when was the last time the Narrator said a "thank you" or even an "I'm proud"? Even if he was mad at Stanley, you were hurted because of Stanley's mistakes.

But then, you finally get a "thank you" for doing something good. And, and... You felt happy, you felt good.

"Thanks..." You muttered quietly, even knowing that whoever was that white text was, will not listen to you, just like Narrator.

Then, you clicked again.

A lot of people don't take that step seriously. They just leave the clock set at 12:00 and call it a day.

You're not impressed by this, you know how the vast majority of The Stanley Parable players are, always wanting to be entertained even if that means making someone genuinely mad.

You clicked again.

But you're actually taking the time to set the clock, and I appreciate that.

They appreciate you, unlike Narrator, and that just made you smile slightly more.

You clicked.

That's how I know that you care about this experience, you're paying attetion.

"Thanks." You said once again, more happily. And you clicked again.

I don't even have any way of knowing if the times you're setting are correct!

You clicked.

Tell you what, I'll make you a deal.

Oh? You got interessed.

You straightened your posture and moved your chair closer to the computer desk. And clicked

Since you've been so cooperative, next time you boot up the game and see this screen, just set the clock to your FAVORITE time.

You gasped.

Finally! A reward for doing something good! Something that Narrator never ever thought, in your vision. This just made your smile and interess in whoever was that setting person more bigger.

You clicked enthusiastically.

Go ahead, pick whinchever time you want! Even if it's not the correct time! You've earned it.

Yes, you have earned it. After enduring so many, many Narrator's rants for something you didn't even did and didn't want to do, you deserved it. Something that not even the Narrator, someone you've spent over and over again with endings together, notices. But this stranger did. They did.

Your heart softened and your eyes filled with hope. You cupped your head in the palm of your own hand and clicked again on the black screen.

Alright, I'll let you get back to the video game now.

Wait, already?

You clicked again after reading, just to come across the big title of the game and the options in white color. But no black background.

You stared at your own screen for a few seconds with your face expressionless, and your head slowly pulling out of your hand. Wait, you're going to see that person again, right?

You went back to playing the game, but you'd be lying if you didn't admit that for certain moments, you were thinking about that person, whoever they are.

You are going to see they again, right?

Timekeeper, too, was thinking about you, there's not much they could do in a black void. You sounded like a player, not another proctor making fun of their face that they can't do things a proctor can do. And, well, you set the time, unlike other players.

You were a nice one, that's is Timekeeper's first impression of you. And because of that, Timekeeper wishes to know more about you, but they can't talk, nor do something more than set the time, make sliders and give you options of "yes" or "no". Stupid. They want to be free. Some type of help, any.

But no, they're stuck now.

They at least got you. Finally, something that isn't the Narrator or the black void.

So, Timekeeper made a promise to themself: They will collect as much information about you as possible so they can get to know you better. They need to get to know you better.

They just want a friend, but apparently that's asking too much to the universe.

...

Hours passed -at least, Timekeeper thinks the hours passed- and they once again felt your presence return to the dark infinity of theirs.

Please enter the current time.

And once again, you checked your phone, and entered the current time. But in the middle of the process, you froze, remembering the last few texts from the settings person, as you like to call they now.

"Oh, yeah, favorite time. Sorry" So, you set your favorite time and pressed "confirm".

Ahhh, __:__ __. Your favorite time of day.

You smiled once again, happy to see they again. You clicked.

Or... could you simply not resist giving me the correct time again?

You let out a chuckle. "What a charming mate", you thought, clicking again in the screen.

After all, I know how much you enjoy setting the time correctly.

You laid your head on your hand, just like the last time, smiling. You clicked after reading.

Okay now I'm curious how accurate __:__ __ is. Let's use another slider to find out.

And when you clicked in the screen, a white slider appeared, with a question, How accurate is __:__ __?

So, you pushed the slider to the position you thought defined your opinion better, and pressed the confirm button.

You know, can I just say, regardless of the accuracy of the clock, I'm having a great time adjusting these settings.

"Hey, me too." You spoke, even if you know they couldn't hear you, you chiped happily. Then, you clicked.

It's good to collect data.

You clicked.

I wish we had more sliders! But we've gone through all the sliders I have.

"Aw...Same" Then you clicked again.

Hmm... perhaps I can invent some new sliders to gather new data on you.

On you? You are moving closer to the table with your chair, but at the same time relaxing more in the chair. You clicked.

And then, you came across several sliders, one with a dog and a cat becoming friends, one with the numbers 5 and 9, and so on. You had fun, and it was cute that the settings person cared about you having fun.

And there was also-

Help.

Uh?

You clicked "Yes".

What time is it?

Does anyone really, truly know?

Of course they don't. Nobody knows anything.

You and I don't even know each other. We're like stranger.

"...Don't say that..." You quietly said. Reading the white words with caution. You didn't saw they as a stranger, but yes as a friend.

Sure, I've adjusted all of the game's setting to your exact specifications, but who hasn't?

It's just what I do, like a day job.

And now... the job is over.

You stared at the screen in confusion, they aren't coming back? Will you ever see them again? What does they mean by that? You kept clicking, reading all the texts that appeared in the void, your happiness slowly turning into a degrading panic and sadness.

And I still don't really know you.

And you don't know me.

"...Not true..." You wished they could listen to you.

You won't have me here when the game starts next time, but that's okay.

"What? No, no it's not!" You tensed. No, no, you don't want to lost they.

Perhaps you'll see me again, if you can find me.

Talk soon.

You stared at the screen, and if you could protest, you would. And the game menu appeared, but the last words they said were still running through your head.

"If you can find me"

...

And you did. You did the effort to find them.

Stanley, the puppet you control, stared at the computer in the empty room. Your curiosity bubbled as the screen zoomed in on the computer.

Hello again.

It's nice to see you.

But they were not talking with Stanley, someone empty, they were talking with you.

"Same." And you smiled.

They offered a deal, a union. Make more, and more The Stanley Parable games until the sun explodes. It was quite wrong, but it's not like just changing the title will destroy eveything, right? And you even got the broken achievement! What a nice person.

And again, everytime you open the game, you see that same black void again, asking for a new game title, again, and again.

...

Normally you would think they would just ask for a new title and leave, but quite the contrary, Timekeeper wanted to spend time with you. Screw the game, or the Narrator, or the other proctors, they got you! A friend, a real one!

Your first conversations started in the seventh title, when you came across another white text.

Wait, wait, wait! Can I have a chat with you? It's been a while, so.

And that's where you two never stopped.

Timekeeper has never been happier. They have been exclued so many times in the office by others, but not you! You were more excited to talk to them than the Narrator, who was supposed to be the main star of the game. How privileged were they to have a friend as loyal as you?

Timekeeper couldn't wait to talk to you in the hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades to come! You don't get out of Timekeeper's head, always causing a warm feeling in their chest.

You, too, couldn't stop talking and thinking of Timekeeper. Maybe you were lonely or not, but still, something as simple as plain white text could interest you so easily.

And right now, this was already the The Stanley Parable sequel number 146 you created with Timekeeper. And again, you two spend minutes talking and laughing, with the game not even started

-It was because she had no limbs! Hahaha!

It was a rather strange joke with decapitation, but you laughed. You deeply wanted Timekeeper to be able to hear you, and so did they.

You laughed, right?

You pressed the "Yes" button without any hesitation.

Great! I'm glad you liked my joke.

;).

You smiled with genuine happiness, and laid your head in your arms at your desk.

Oh. Hey, I almost forgot.

Please enter the current time.

And the big 12:00 PM popped up. And with pleasure, you grabbed your phone to check the time and put it on.

11:11 PM, nice. You moved your mouse to the time settings, and entered the time of right now, 11:11 PM.

Oh? 11:11 PM?

As I recall, you can make a wish at that time. I don't really know why, but they say to just make a wish.

Quick! Make a wish!

"Oh! Okay!"

You lifted your head and closed your eyes, bringing your palms together. And you started thinking about your wish. Starting to focus, on the wish.

What is something you really want that's been stuck in your chest for a long time?

Wait, why are you thinking so much about a wish? no offense but it's just something fun not to be taken seriously.

So, you just thought about something you wished to happen.

"I wish... For you to stay with me and be free. Be together." You murmured, a peak of hope could be heard in your voice.

You opened your eyes, putting your arms on the table. And you already found them waiting for you.

You already made your wish?

At the bottom there was another option of "Yes" and "No". You pressed "Yes"

My turn!

I wish...

Timekeeper took a few seconds, thinking about their next words, about how much you meant to them, and about everything the two of you had been through. How loyal and honest you were, and the only person who really cared for them, unlike the other co-workers.

And you easily made them happy, Timekeeper didn't depend on their own happiness on you, but even so, you managed to make their day much happier.

You were extremely important to them.

And they really wants the best for you.

And they would love to know your voice, your appearance, your smile...

But without even noticing it, Timekeeper found a big smile sprouting on their own face, and a warm feeling in their chest.

...

Timekeeper was in love with you.

"Fuck, shit!" They though, screaming silently. This has never happened to them, and they don't know how to react. But... It felt good. It is good, right? Because... They feel very well that it is. But what prevented all this from going wrong? Of you abandoning them? Of you going back to the Narrator?

The feeling was fuzzy, and now it did their face warm, they hated It. Timekeeper growled in rage, thinking of all the possibilities to get out of the situation, to go back to being alone and not face any more disappointments.

...But Timekeeper never thought of just letting the feeling flow. What would happen if they just... Let it in? Admit it that they are deeply in love with you? Simply try having a actual relationship with you, and try to be happy?

They thought. You waited.

...I hope all the best for you and... I hope we can meet, maybe outside the game, someday, who knows, haha.

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cartmankisser · 2 years ago

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Current fandoms i write for!

these are bound to change eventually, but please please please only send in reqs for these fandoms, even if there are posts from fandoms not listed.

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timeless-fanfic · 2 months ago

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Ouuuuuyy can you please do John and his wife preaching Jesus’s words

Spreading the Light

Word Count: 1393

John x Reader

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the small village as the cool evening breeze swept through the narrow streets. John and his wife, (Y/N), walked side by side, their hearts full as they prepared for the gathering that awaited them. Since they had dedicated their lives to following Jesus, their mission had become clear—spreading His words to all who would listen.

It had been a few weeks since John and (Y/N) had arrived in this village, a humble community nestled in the hills. The people here were curious but wary, cautious of strangers speaking of a Messiah, a man who claimed to be the Son of God. Yet, John had seen this before. He had walked with Jesus, listened to His parables, and witnessed miracles firsthand. He knew the power of the words they carried.

"(Y/N)," John said softly as they walked, his hand brushing against hers. "Do you think they’ll listen tonight?"

She smiled gently, always able to provide the reassurance he needed. "They’re listening more each day. Jesus said the seed falls on different kinds of soil, but we keep sowing."

John nodded, comforted by her words. He had always admired (Y/N)’s quiet strength and unwavering faith. She had been by his side through it all—the miracles, the long days of walking, and the persecution. And tonight, they would speak together, sharing the words that had changed their lives.

As they reached the small courtyard where the gathering would take place, they saw a few familiar faces already seated on the stone benches. The air was thick with anticipation. Children played nearby, their laughter echoing against the stone walls, while the adults waited quietly, eager to hear more about this Jesus they had heard whispers about.

John cleared his throat, his nerves always present before speaking. But as he looked at (Y/N), he found the calm he needed. Together, they approached the front, and with a humble nod, John greeted the small crowd.

“Thank you all for coming again,” John began, his voice steady but gentle. “We gather tonight to speak of Jesus, the Messiah, who brings a message of love, forgiveness, and eternal life.”

(Y/N) stepped forward, her voice warm and inviting. “We are here not because we have all the answers, but because we have witnessed His truth. Jesus changes lives. He calls us to follow Him, and His words are the path to the Kingdom of God.”

She smiled at the crowd, her eyes meeting those of a young woman sitting at the back, a new face in their gathering. “We will share with you the words He spoke, words that give life and light to the world.”

John took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, letting the words of their Teacher flow through him. “Jesus said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’” He paused, letting the weight of the statement sink in. “These words are more than just promises. They are the truth. I’ve seen it myself.”

(Y/N) continued, her voice soft but firm. “We were all in darkness once. We lived in a world that offered little hope. But when we encountered Jesus, the light of His truth shined on us, and everything changed.”

There was a murmuring in the crowd as people nodded in agreement, their interest piqued by this promise of light in their lives.

John’s eyes swept across the gathering, his heart aching for those who were still unsure, still hesitant. “He told us, ‘The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.’” John’s voice grew stronger, more impassioned. “He doesn’t just offer survival. He offers life in its fullness—a life of peace, love, and joy.”

(Y/N) felt her heart stir as she spoke next, her hand resting lightly on John’s arm. “Many of you may have felt that thief—whether it was through pain, loss, or fear. We’ve all faced the darkness. But Jesus came so that we wouldn’t have to face it alone. He offers us life, a life that is full of His presence.”

A man in the crowd raised his hand hesitantly. He was an older man, his face weathered from years of labor, and his voice shook slightly as he spoke. “How... how can we trust this? How can we know this Jesus truly is who He says He is?”

John met the man’s gaze, understanding the question well. “Because I was there,” John said, his voice filled with conviction. “I walked with Him, talked with Him, and saw the miracles He performed. I saw the blind receive sight, the lame walk, and the dead rise to life. He is the Son of God. He is who He says He is.”

(Y/N) nodded, adding gently, “And He offers this gift to everyone, no matter who they are or where they come from. His love is for all.”

A silence settled over the crowd, each person lost in their own thoughts. John could see the doubt on some faces, but there was also hope—hope that they had never dared to acknowledge before.

As the night deepened, John and (Y/N) continued to speak, sharing parables and teachings they had learned directly from Jesus. They spoke of the Good Samaritan, showing love to all, even those who were different. They spoke of the Prodigal Son, of forgiveness and redemption. And they shared the Beatitudes—words that offered comfort and blessing to those who mourned, those who were meek, and those who hungered for righteousness.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven,” (Y/N) said softly, her voice carrying a deep sense of peace. “Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.”

John felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as he listened to his wife speak. She had always had a way of reaching people’s hearts, of offering a gentle truth that calmed even the most troubled souls.

“And blessed are the peacemakers,” John added, his voice strong, “for they will be called children of God.”

By the time they had finished speaking, the sky had turned a deep indigo, stars beginning to twinkle overhead. The crowd, though small, was captivated. Some had tears in their eyes, others were deep in thought, but all were moved in some way.

John closed his eyes briefly, silently praying that the words they had spoken would take root in the hearts of those who had listened. When he opened them, he smiled at (Y/N), grateful beyond words for her presence by his side.

“Thank you for listening,” John said softly, his voice full of warmth. “We are all on this journey together, and we invite you to walk with us in the light of Jesus.”

(Y/N) smiled and added, “And remember, His words are not just for hearing, but for living. Let His love guide you every day.”

As the gathering began to disperse, people lingered, asking questions, seeking more. John and (Y/N) stayed to speak with anyone who needed it, offering prayers and words of encouragement.

As the last of the crowd left and the village grew quiet once more, John turned to (Y/N) and pulled her close, his heart full of gratitude. “You spoke beautifully tonight,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“So did you,” she replied, her voice full of love.

They stood there in the quiet evening, the stars shining brightly above them, feeling the presence of Jesus in their midst. And though the night was dark, they knew that they were walking in the light.

Scripture References:

John 8:12: "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."

John 10:10: "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."

Matthew 5:3,7,9: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God."

#the chosen fanfiction #the chosen x reader #john x reader

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deflatinghellokittyballoon · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬

"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!

✦ ABOUT THE WRITER

Alexandria┊He/She/They ┊ Minor ┊ ENFP

╰┈➤ Interests: Memes — Breakcore — Weirdcore — Untangled Earphones — People laughing at my jokes — Emoticons ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ

╰┈➤ Dislikes: Stubbing my toe — Being called in class by your teacher and confidently saying your answer but it turned out to be wrong — Someone hiding my stuff as a joke — Being stressed out — My classmates being absolute idiots in group projects — Tangled earphones

✦ WHAT I WILL WRITE

— Fluff

— Poly Relationships (ex. Character x Reader x Character)

— Angst

— Hurt/Comfort

— Crackfics/Crack Headcanons

— Sfw

— Headcanons

— Swearing

— Fluff Alphabet (this)

— Platonic

— Romantic

— Other (Make sure to elaborate on what it is tho ^^)

✦ WHAT I WON'T WRITE

— Smut

— Dark/Fetish Content

— Nsfw

— Proships/Comships

— Racism

— Violence

— Homophobia/Transphobia

✦ FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR

— Team Fortress 2

— Detroit: Become Human

— The Stanley Parable

— (more to be added in the future)

✦ CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR

Detroit: Become Human

— Kara (AX400)

— Markus (RK200)

— Chloe (RT600)

— North (WR400)

— Simon (PL600)

— Hank Anderson

— Gavin Reed

— Josh (PJ500)

Team Fortress 2

— Scout

— Pyro

— Soldier

— Demoman

— Engineer

— Medic

— Heavy

— Sniper

— Miss Pauling

The Stanley Parable

— The Narrator

do not upload/translate/plagiarize my works

#deflatinghellokittyballoon #reader insert #masterlist #gender neutral reader #tf2 x reader #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tsp x reader #the stanley parable x reader

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pvandboxmanswife · 1 year ago

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Welcome To Rosie's Confectionery!

About the owner!

Hello! My name is Rosie!

Click on this to get to know a bit about me!

Blog Intro (cottoncandyprincess.carrd.co)

DNI:

Basic dni criteria, proshippers, p3dos

What I will NOT write for

incest, stepcest, bodily fluids, pedophilia, and anything I deem to dark

Rules/Request Information

- A majority of the things I write are self indulgent.

-I am looking into uploading my writings on here to other sites and will link those accounts when they are developed.

- I shall attempt to fulfill any potential future requests to the best of my ability.

- I try to make everything gender netural.

- I will not write for male spectrum readers as I do not understand the perspective of males.

- I have the right to deny a request. If I do so it is most likely because I do not understand how to write it.

- I occasionally have issues knowing if someone is joking or not, so PLEASE use tone tags. (EX: /j, /srs, /hj . etc)

-I do know and have dabbled in my fair share of fandoms with problematic creators/qualities, just know I in no way support those creators and wish the problematic aspects of the media piece would change.

What Fandom(s) Do I Write For?

OKKO Let's Be Heroes!

Demon Slayer

Black Butler

To be updated as I write.

What Fandoms Do I Know About?

Avatar : The Last Airbender

Attack On Titan

Black Butler

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Bendy And The Dark Revival

Criminal Minds

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer

Ducktales 2017

Eddsworld

Five Night’s At Freddy’s

Final Fantasy 7 (Remake)

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Invader Zim

Jujustu Kaisen

Juuni Taisen

Lackadaisy

Little Nightmares

Legend Of Korra

Nanbaka

Madoka Magica

OK K.O! Let’s Be Heroes

Panty And Stocking With Garterbelt

Saiki K

Sailor Moon

Star vs The Forces of Evil

Super Danganronpa

Shera 2018

Walten Files

Wander Over Yonder

The Stanley Parable

Total Drama

Villainous

Voltron

This list may possibly be updated in the future.

What Types Of Confections Do I Sell?

Sour Candy (Angst)

Chocolate (Smut)

Marshmallows (Fluff/Platonic)

Cupcakes (Yandere Fic)

Taffy (Non x Readers)

Seasonals (Holiday Based Fics/Events)

That is about all you need to know! Hope you enjoy your sweets!

#mod intro #mod rose #rose writes #fanfic #fanfiction

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bffanatic234 · 2 years ago

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So, I see that your a fan of Dark Parables, I was just wondering if you have seen the Fan-Comic for it on here or the Thirst blog for the series? (If your into imagines with Canon x reader type things.)

I don't think I've seen it, but I'll definitely check it out! Thanks for telling me about it!!

Do you have the name of the blog by any chance?

#dark parables #ask #anonymous #fan comic #big fish games #blue tea games #tumblr

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a-walking-human-disaster · 8 months ago

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Introductions

First post to start off this blog!

꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ =͟͟͞✉ General Details About Me °. *✮ I use It/Xe/Ze pronouns °. *✮ I collect genders faster than I do fandoms °. *✮ I am a fan of lore, writing, and whump °. *✮ I struggle with tone tags but try to use 'em when I can °. *✮ I have a poor memory and a bad attention span °. *✮ My timezone is Pacific Standard Time ‎ ༘⋆ Requesting Basics 𖤐 I do requests for writing indeed though I do expect reading of my requesting rules 𖤐 I do prefer writing for fandoms I know a lot about but I am pretty much willing to write for any fandom. 𖤐 I prefer writing in the second/third person and x readers. 𖤐 I am pretty hard to trigger when requesting something but I dislike it when asked when something will be done/released. I ask for patience and time since I have a busy life outside of the internet. =͟͟͞ ⌕ Extra ✎ I don't ship characters myself nor do I find any character even remotely attractive. ✎ I can't draw to save my life and dislike writing detailed appearances ✎ I am a fan of dark topics and am rarely triggered by such topics ✎ I also do not often form my own headcanons on characters ✦・・───・・✦ Some fandoms of mine are: Cult Of The Lamb SCP Stanley Parable Undertale/Sans AUs Deltarune (But I never finished the second chapter myself) Stardew Valley Saint Spell's Love Guide to the Magical Student's Spellbook Gravity Falls Hazbin Hotel Countryhumans (Not the weird side though) Creepypasta (I'm not very deep into it though) Little Misfortune

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usimp4women · 2 years ago

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You Deserve It.

Pairing; Soft!Dark! Lady Lesso (Dean of The School for Evil) X Reader

WordCount; 1445 words, 8418 characters.

Warnings; Degrading kink, Jealousy, Slight NSFW, Mentions of adult content, and brief murder, but NO smut, unfortunately.

Summary; You decided to conduct an experiment to test the Dean's patience after pushing you away.

Note; Are you prepared for what's about to come up? I created this with some inspiration from The Stanley Parable. I trust you all enjoy a Dark! Lady Lesso as much as I do.

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You've been in a relationship with the intimidating redhead for quite a while, and although it was all very engaging, things are beginning to spiral out of control.

The woman was receiving a massive amount of paperwork, while you were begging her to take an extended break since it was already the middle of the night, and you couldn't fall asleep without her laying beside you.

However, the Dean only shrugged dismissively, and gave you strict orders not to interrupt her while she was working.

She seemed a tad bit guilty, but she knew better and intended to complete all those documentation by tomorrow. You weren't used to how she would become so immersed in her occupation that she'd grow unaware of her surroundings.

Because of her position, the woman occasionally neglected to take care of herself. She obviously didn't even realize that you've been ignored by her for the whole day, which absolutely upsets you beyond belief.

You paused for a moment while standing anxiously behind the office door to consider your actions. As your fist finally came in contact with the door to knock upon it, you exhaled.

After repeatedly knocking twice, you heard a subtle, delicate voice saying, "Come in." as you twisted the doorknob, and slid through.

Once you entered the workplace, you began to wander around the scene. You heaved another long breath, shook your head, and proceeded slowly in the direction of the Dean, who’s been eminently preoccupied with her paperwork.

"Is something wrong, darling?" She doesn't peer up to you, waiting for your appropriate response.

"Aren't you done yet?"

"Not at all."

"How more will it take?"

"Why do you care?"

...

You certainly didn't expect that.

You whispered, apprehensive goosebumps flowing through your spine, “Could you just consider joining me in bed, please? You know I don't like sleeping alone, and it's already past two in the morning, you ought to be asleep by now." Lesso takes a moment before angling her chin straight toward you.

"I can't; I need to accomplish my pile of fillings before daylight. Try to understand, I don't have time for that."

You remained there for a while, considering alternative approaches to persuade her so that she wouldn't develop periorbital dark circles underneath her eyes the following day.

You calmly extended your hand to grasp her arm, murmuring. "I beg you." she glances at you with a deep breath and arose from her chair.

"Only for you, princess."

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It's still the proceeding day, and somehow, you woke up at 6 AM in the morning. You became aware that there was a certain missing figure in the vicinity of where you were lying in bed.

"Aren't her lessons supposed to start at 11 AM?" You mumbled in questioning.

You grumbled in exasperation as you rolled your eyes.

You got up, rapidly speed-walking towards the woman's office. Quickly observing how her eyes entirely widen as soon as she noticed your distressing condition in front of her office.

"My love, allow me to explain—"

"No, there's no need. I simply wanted to make sure whether you were okay." You lied, slamming the door shut behind you while firmly grasping the door knob.

You didn't appreciate how she had this effect on you. You, yourself attempted to comprehend her duty but you just can't help yourself. You simply didn't enjoy being neglected.

Fine, "Two can play that game."

You settled to form a tiny, ‘uncomplicated’ experiment in order to test out the lady’s tolerance.

You would really like to find out, and examine how she would react if the roles are reversed, so you intend to ignore her throughout the day.

Sincerely, I believe you'd already assumed how she would behave, but you still desire to find out exactly, all right?

You proceed to develop and discuss your busy schedules, engaging in significantly more effort than your ordinary routine. You grinned to yourself, although you did contemplate whether perhaps you were going way too far off the track..

But besides, it's only good for today, so I'm positive it won't impact an effect, you thought.

You began with meal preparation, donning an apron, and gathering the necessary ingredients.

It had already been midway through cooking the morning meal until you felt confident, authoritative arms slithering their way around your waistline. You felt her planting her chin on your shoulder with a hum.

You instinctively reddened at the unexpected interaction. You could scent her alluring fragrance, but you maintained your ground considering that you were still performing your test run.

She tilts her head so her mouth is right next to your ear, whispering, "Now, now. Don't be frantic, beloved." Her breath brushed across your skin, causing your throat to instantly hitch and your back to be slightly arched.

Lesso only snickered seductively, mindfully recognizing how her power engulfs your soul.

As you hastily withdrew from her hold, you applied the last finishing touch to her dish. You quickly settled her meal on the dining room table, then made your way to the main hall.

"Uh, uh, you're not going anywhere, princess."

She catches a grasp of your wrist with her fingers and begins pulling you back towards the place she was situated at the dining table, forcing you to submit and sit obediently on her lap.

Oh, god. You had no idea the gag would be this difficult, you thought.

She continues to eat her breakfast, while you attempt and struggle to wriggle loose of her hold. You realized this was not intended to happen.

The woman's secure upon you was much more formidable than you could have ever anticipated; it merely shoved you down onto her lap, and you were on the point of surrendering your persona, but you were stubborn, and simply couldn't.

So you just let her keep you closely against her lap. You would scowl and divert your eyes away from anything but her whilst she devours.

You writhed in hopeless protest, as she chewed her food in silence. She solely shrugged, not bothering to acknowledge.

—

You eventually stood once she finished eating and hastily stepped away from her lap—

"Where are you going?"

"Uhm— to, you know, meet Hort."

She cast a threatening glare your way. "Hort? Why would you meet up with him?" You frowned, but knowing perfectly well how it would make her furious.

"Aren't you fed up with your paperwork? You don't dictate what I do, Lesso. Just go and have a date with your dumb career and stay out of my way."

"Whatever do you mean? I value my position, I enlighten my students, and I educate them—"

"Indeed, training them in being evil and villainous."

“Reader, don't start with me."

"I act as I please."

The woman arose from her seat and walked towards you at full speed. In shock and terror, you primarily backed yourself up until your body was wedged between the wall and the Dean's appealing body. She entraps you by slamming her palm on the side of your head, her fingers on your exposed waist.

“You wanna know why I've been so drained of energy lately? I yearn for your touch. I desire you, more and more with every passing minute goes by. You.. burned my heart, but I still won't give up on you, doll.”

"You want to do me wrong, Professor? I won't let you."

She chuckles amusingly at your response, locking your wrists together over your head with one hand. “You genuinely think you have the higher ground, do you? You believe Hort pleases your body the same way I do? Tell me this, princess. Does he fuck you like I do?”

"Lesso.."

"Shh, Shh, Shh."

She inserts her knee between your legs and glides it up sensually, in close proximity to your private area.

"How pathetic, and helpless you truly are before me.

I mean look at you, buckling your knees, and giving your attention all to me. This is power, sweetheart.

I am immune to the results of your foolish, mischievous acts because I am far more knowledgeable than you can ever comprehend.” She elevates your chin up with ease by stroking her index finger from your waist to your jawline with less effort.

"Do you have any idea of what your purpose in this place is?" She wickedly laughs uncontrollably.

“Darling…

You're in for quite a disappointment.

You're only still staying here with me instead of leaving because I wanna watch you for every moment that you're powerless.

To see you made humble.

This is not a challenge, it's a tragedy.

You wanted to go and visit Hort? That's fine.

But I'm going to kill him first,

So.

You.

Can't."

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #dean of the school for evil #the school for good and evil #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #charlize theron

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blustalker · 2 years ago

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Wrong Room

Narrator x Top!Male Reader (smut)

Warning(s): NSFW, small degration, praising, unprotected sex, biting, top reader

a/n: With the lack of narrator x m!reader I had to write something. I haven't written anything in months so I'm very fuking rusty @mxbrahms made me do it cheers.

The narrator has been ranting about his impression of the game and how it's horrible. Y/n couldn't agree more. Jumping and elevators? Really?!. Who knows, maybe there's more to it up top.

“Yes, I knew there has to be something else. Let's see it. I'm ready for whatever it is." Y/n was urged to walk through the bridge. From the distance he could see a blackboard with words scribbled on it. He passed through the door as he looked closer, his posture slumped down in disappointment.

Thank you for enjoying the new content.

"That's it?! Oh, you've got to be kidding me! You see, Y/n? This is what happens when greedy video game developers with no respect for their fanbase rush a cheap expansion to market for no reason other than to make an easy dollar! And don't get me started on the level of craftsmanship that’s gone into it-" Narrator shouted in disbelief

"Truly! what kind of-" Y/n stopped talking his mouth agape. Did he just speak? He slowly looked up at the ceiling in shock and confusion, questioning the narrator.

"My god y/n? How- This is wonderful! For once the developers did something right! Go on, Y/n speak up." Y/n was speechless; he didn't expect this to be one of the new content.

"Hello?" A grin formed on his face; finally, at last, he could actually speak up and stop using gestures.

"This is wonderful Y/n! Can you believe it? I was intending to find these people on Twitter and hold them accountable for this terrible update. I should rather send them a nice comment" The narrator said giddily as he typed on his keyboard.

"You seem so enthusiastic about this"

"Why of course, I must admit you sound so beautiful y/n- Sorry, ahem I'm just getting tired of hearing my own voice all the time"

"So straightforward of you narrator. You like hearing my voice then, don't you? '' Y/n teased him might as well take advantage of this new found content. The narrator could be heard shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.

"Yes, well of course after being stuck here for eternity it’s nice to hear something new.. Moving on. I'm going to reset the game and we'll test out our new found content, and try to get back what The Stanley Parable is really about. Just you and me having a great time together like always. What do you say friend?" He could hear the smile in his voice and grinned.

"Sounds good to me"

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Y/n appeared in his office, he didn't stay long, and exited out the door. Everything was different, the walls were now gray and the lights were dimmed. He took a few steps forward and called out for the narrator.

"Psst! Y/n! Come over here… in the vent. I want to show you something." The narrator called out in a hushed tone. Y/n walked up the stairs and stared at the vent. He never followed any instructions from the narrator, and instead went into the room to his right.

"Oh come on y/n! When are you ever going to listen to me! I wanted to show you something special"

Y/n only giggled in response and entered the room beside the vent. He'll explore the vent later on.

Inside the room was strange. It was dark, a black void in there was a computer, and a person. The computer was the only light source illuminating the person's face. Y/n froze as the person glanced at him.

"Y/N?! God how can I be so stupid. I forgot to lock the doors. Go shoo you're not supposed to be here. This is going so wrong"

Narrator approached y/n forcing him out of the door, before he could speak up, the narrator cut him off.

"Oh, who am I kidding. I know you won't listen. I'm gonna restar-"

"Hey! No wait- You know this is a perfect time to test out this new content plus I know the best way to test it." The narrator got a proper look on y/n. He couldn't help but get flustered at how close they were and took a few steps back

"Fine Y/n, tell me what is the best way?" Narrator tilted his head a bit questioning you

"I'm a lonely man narrator. It's only me and you all the time. Everytime you talk I can't avoid imagining bad things about you can I? I know you thought about this too once you heard my voice. So do you want to test it out?" Y/n said as he looked at the narrator, eyeing him as he got closer. He would never pass up this opportunity.

"Yes.. please" He replied, flustered; the narrator didn't expect it to get to this point. He's not wrong, he did want this.

"Good. Let's reverse the roles shall we? Summon a bed, lube and lay down on it and strip" Narrator obeyed, stripping out of his clothes and summoning things you asked for

"Already obeying huh? so good for listening. You might as well take my place." Y/n can’t help but get excited and approach the narrator. His hands trailed down his chest, down to his stomach. The narrator whines impatiently, his lingering touches making his cock twitch.

"Someone's impatient" y/n whispered in his ear. His hand caressed his waist while his eyes trailed down the narrator's body, down to the neck and chest. What a perfect place to leave marks on.

“You still have your clothes on. P-please take it off. I need to feel you” He asked him, tugging on his shirt. Y/n complied to his request, stripping down off his clothes, and attacked the narrator's neck. His kisses felt warm on the narrator's skin making him buck his hips up, wanting to get some friction, though Y/n pinned his hips down with his hands.

"If you keep doing that I won't let you cum. You won't like that now would you?" narrator shook his head frowning a bit

"speak"

"yes, yes please touch me. I want you" He whimpered

"You learn so quick don't you? Very good at listening."

His hands held the base of his semi-hardened cock, making him gasp. Y/n stroked him on a torturous slow pace. The narrator didn't dare to move; he learned his lesson.

"A-ah your hands feels s-so good around me. Please, pl-please go faster M-mhh" He mumbled. His eyes were closed, focusing on the hand stroking his cock.

"Is that all you got? I know you can do better than that. Tell me what do you want"

"Please! Just I-i want you to fuck me ha-ard and cum! Pls-"

Y/n sped up his strokes. Making him moan louder. He back arched a bit close to cumming but y/n stopped

"N-no please let me cum. I've been listening" he pleaded at him

"I know honey I'll give you what you want. We don't want you cuming already before I fuck you

right? Lay on your back"

Narrator immediately laid down, desperate for his cock. Y/n couldn’t help but admire what he's done. Narrator begging to be fucked like a dumb slut. He opened the lube and spread it all over his fingers and inserted it in his narrator without a warning making him gasp and moan out. He pumped his fingers in and out getting faster each time. Narrator only gets louder and louder as you add a second finger. He isn’t used to feeling this good. It's too overwhelming.

"P-please! fuck me y/n ple- please i want your c-cock-" He said the best he can y/n curled his finger making him stop and shout his name.

"Look at you, you're such a cock slut huh" He took his fingers out of his ass making the man under him whimper.

He put a generous amount of lube on his cock pumping it slowly, making him moan before lining it up to the narrator's tight hole. Y/n pushes the head of his cock in slowly and separated narrator's leg further.

"A-ah fuck. You feel so good" He pushed his whole cock inside his ass drawing a whine out of narrator

Y/n thrusted into him deeper and faster. Drawing out moans from the two. Narrator wanted to kiss him so badly so he threw his arms around his neck and pulled him in.

The two kissed heatedly. Y/n pushed his tongue in the narrator's mouth and he submitted to him fully.

"Y-you feel so big and fit in me so well- F-fuck"

Y/n reaches for the narrator's dick and jerks it off. Making the narrator moan as more pre cum leaked out of his cock. He tried not to cum yet he wanted the feeling to last. Skin slapping and moans filled the room. Y/n trailed kisses along his neck and bit his shoulder not enough to break his skin. Narrator's moans got louder as y/n fucks him hard.

"Please I'm so a-ah close please y/n '' He buried his face on y/n's neck kissing it lightly and inhaling scent.

"Cum for me, be a good boy and cum for me alright" He groaned. He too was close to cumming

"Fuck- FUCK Y/N-" Strings of cum goes on y/n's hand and narrator's stomach. It was hot, wet and sticky.

"Shit I'm close- I'm gonna cum-" Y/n moaned out his thrust gets sloppy and cummed in his ass. Narrator cupped his face and kissed him tenderly.

"You alright?" Y/n asked panting for air and pulled his cock out slowly. Making narrator whine "Y-yes I'm fine..I can say that this new content very nice" narrator replied giving y/n a lopsided smile making him laugh

"Alright, alright I'll get us cleaned up"

#the stanley parable x male reader #narrator x male reader #the narrator x male reader #stanley parable x male reader #stanley parable x reader #the stanley parable x reader #narrator x reader #stanley parable smut

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wordsbymae · 2 years ago

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Title: Western Anarchy

Pairing: OC (male) x GN! reader

TW: Death, gruesome descriptions of a dead body, religious elements, nothing crazy yet. Nothing yandere or really dark yet but I have plans tho

Notes: I have tried to set this in “wild west America”, unfortunately for me, I am Australian and I might have used Australian terms to discuss rural/country things. Please tell me in you don't know what I am referring to whether it be because it is an Australian word or just because it is an agricultural term. I grew up in regional Australia so most of these words come naturally to me but I understand maybe not to others :)

The first body was found on the Lord's Day. The faithful were packed tightly into the small chapel. The heat was sickening, as it often was. The preacher tried his best to distract his flock from the fear suffocating their minds with parables and lessons, but the worry was too great. Strange occurrences were taking place, odd things happening in the night. At first, it was the wandering cattle. Entire herds disappeared in the night, only to return days later, standing silent and still.

Next was the dogs. They began to act strange, began to make odd sounds. People began to report that their loyal companions would sit in front of their doors at night. Sit and growl at whatever threat they could sense behind the safety of their homes. Working dogs would up and run in the middle of mustering, not returning until late at night, scratching at the house door in anguish. Theories began to pour from trembling mouths. Some thought it was just animals being animals, something to do with the seasons changing or the weather getting warmer. Others thought it was the railway men trying to scare them from their land, others began to think there were wolves out among the plains.

You had your own theories, of course, cattle rustlers or bored teenagers looking for some fun. Although you hadn't figured out why the cattle rustlers would return the cattle (maybe they got spooked?) or how (if it was teenagers) they had trained the entire dog population in town to act like that. But did those little details really matter? These were all reasonable and logical explanations, and they helped you ignore the even stranger sounds coming from the plains at night and the shadows that followed you home.

Mass concluded with a chorus of peace be with you, and the flock emerged into the morning light from their sanctuary. The crowd separated into smaller groups, each speaking in hushed and fearful whispers. It had been a few nights since the incident with the dogs, yet the town was still on edge with paranoia. Slowly families started to embark on their journey home, scared to leave the safety of the flock. You stood with your parents, watching as fathers clutched their children's hands and mothers held onto those who couldn't walk yet. It was now just your family, the preacher and his wife, and your neighbour (neighbour was a term used lightly, most days you couldn't even see their house over the horizon) left surrounding the church.

You weren't exactly listening to what your parents were discussing with your neighbour and the preacher, although you expected it to be the happenings (as they began to be named). It was pretty funny, you thought, how easy it was to feed the fear in people's hearts. A few heifers wander off and some dogs spook and suddenly people are boarding up windows and putting curfews in place. You wondered what Eli would think about all this.

Eli was your most treasured childhood friend. A menace on the best of days, he was wild, charismatic and boarding on being an outlaw with all the trinkets he has stolen for you over the years. He was up droving cattle with the Henderson brothers since just before the happenings began, some weeks now. He wouldn't be back for a few more months. It was terrible being in this boring town without your best friend. If he was here you would be laughing at how quickly the town had turned to madness. Eli was practical, despite his wild ways. He would have come up with the cause of all the strangeness as soon as it began. Although knowing Eli and all his mischief-making ways, if he was here you would have half a mind to think he was the cause of all of this. As you lamented about the pain you were in with Eli hundreds of miles away, a scream of terror cut through the air. The first body had been found.

The body was found by the preacher's wife. A lovely lady who didn't deserve her breakfast being forced up onto the grass by the grizzly sight that lay before you. There was blood, lots of it, and pieces of pale fabric dotted with small red marks and little brown dots, spread throughout the small pasture behind the church. It took you a few seconds to comprehend that the pale pieces of fabric were actually the man's skin. Fat flies slowly drifted from piece to piece before settling to feast on the gore and filth that was once a living, breathing man. The sun burned on the back of your neck and the heat made the smell (oh the smell! Like a rotten, festering mess) grow in size with every moment. It was quiet as well. The absence of sound was jarring, the screaming from the preacher's wife had stopped, and the breeze was too weak to move the dry brittle blades of grass growing disturbed around his body. The flies were too fat on his gore to do anything but sit and feast. The grasses surrounding him almost looked disgusted by his presence, all facing away, leaving a clearing of sorts for the horrors to lay uncovered. If you had been a gambling person you would have bet you had never met this man in your entire life. Although you were assuming this was because he was without a face. It had been ripped straight off, deep gashes lined the cavity of his face. The gashes continued down until they reached his chest and abdomen where a gapping wide, red void was instead. A few seconds later your breakfast was joining the preacher's wife's.

Your mother quickly took charge and sent you and the preacher's wife (Belinda her name was, a truly lovely lady) back into the church to console each other. Belinda was doing much better than you, she had stopped shaking and sobbing and was instead making you a nice cup of tea (to settle the nerves she said). You on the other hand had big fat tears rolling down your face and you just couldn't stop shaking.

“He was missing his face. Something took his face” you whisper, you don't know why that was an important point to make but you thought Belinda should know.

“I know sweetheart. I was there” she said like it was a burden to remind herself of the horrors she was witness to.

You were both quiet after that. You sat shaking on the pew sipping the tea, as Belinda distracted herself with cleaning the dust from the altar. After a few more minutes the others slowly made their way inside. Your father had an ashy complexion, your mother looked stern but resolved and the preacher looked like he was two seconds away from heart failure. Your mother was the first to speak.

“Well that was quite the shook, wasn't it? Don't you worry now, I have sent our neighbour to fetch the sheriff and all will be well.” your mother spoke with such conviction that you actually began to believe her. All would be well. The sheriff would arrive and all would be well.

The sheriff and his deputies arrived soon after that. Belinda used it as a perfect opportunity to trial her new Victoria Sponge recipe on your family while you waited for the sheriff to survey the scene. As you were feasting on your second slice of Victoria Sponge, you were called over by the Sherriff.

Sherriff Johnson was nearing 55 but with a mind and reflexes of a man in his prime. He was tough when needed, but generous when called for. One would say his only flaw was he was without a hair on his head, although if you asked him, that was because he was blessed with four daughters. You had never seen this man frightened, not even when the town was threatedened by outlaws. But as you approached him, and saw the terror in his eyes and the way he was trying to hide it, your belief that everything was going to be well crumbled to ash.

“You heard from that boy of yours?” he asked. He was standing halfway turned to you, hands on his hips. He was staring off towards the town. The church overlooked the town and it was always quite a pretty view. Although you suspect that he wasn't admiring the view.

“No Sir, I haven’t heard from Eli in a little while.” You had discovered early in life that it was best to just answer the sheriff's questions, and not to ask any of your own, even though you were begging to know what Eli had to do with this terrible mess.

“He’s meant to be droving with the Hendersons, correct?”

“Yes, sir. They left about a month ago” you replead, choising to ignore his choice in the word ‘meant’. His eyes suddenly turned towards you and a furrow creased his brow.

“A month ago? You sure?” His hands were lifted from their place on his hip and were crossed in front of his chest. He turned to face you. You gave a little nod in confirmation. The conversation was making you sick. What did Eli have to do with any of this? He couldn't possibly be involved could he?

“You recognise the body”

The question startled you. Especially since it was said in such a way that it wasn't a question.

“No Sir, I don't. I don't think anyone could, on account of him missing a fa-”

You stop yourself, you didn't exactly want to relive the experience that had sent you into a spiral only half an hour earlier.

“I do” It came out almost a whisper.

Sherriff Johnson never whispered.

A few moments passed. He had turned back to look at the town. Hands replaced on hips. You stood quietly, impatiently, waiting for the revel. You both stood quietly for so long that when he finally broke the silence it gave you a shock.

“It's one of the Hendersons. Don't know which one yet. My bet is the older. I recognise the tattoo the two of em share on his back.”

You had stopped listening after he mentioned the name Henderson, Eli was meant to be with them. But if one of them was dead, butchered and disembowelled what did them mean for him? He might be hurt, injured and bleeding. Thoughts were racing faster and faster and you could faintly hear someone crying. It wasn't until the tears reached the apples of your cheek that you realised it was you. The idea, the very thought Eli could be hurt or worse, laying in some pasture somewhere with his skin ripped and face torn from him was too much to bare.

The day moved slowly after that. Time was molasses as it flowed slowly from hour to hour, minute to minute. The sheriff and his deputies hauled the body away with a wagon. You had to turn away as a chunk of his flesh fell away when they put him on the wagon. They left the bloody mass where it fell.

Your family and you made your way home, with a few Victoria Sponge slices to share after supper. After the body was identified to be one of the Hendersons, your parents were aware of what this could mean for you in regards to Eli. They might not have approved of your friendship with Eli Finch, 'a disgraceful boy with no morals', but they knew what he meant to you and what the disfigured body of a Henderson could mean. Supper was finished in silent turmoil, and not even another slice of Belindia's Victoria Sponge could douse your fears.

Sleep was ordered by your mother, much earlier than usual, with the idea that tomorrow would be a much better day for everyone. The sun had just left the sky when you arrived in your room after bathing. You watched the stars shine like little drops of water as you began to pray to the Lord. Eli Finch could not die. If he died who would steal pretty/shiny things for you? Who would get sneak you away at night to dance by the riverside under the pale stars? Who would be your best friend? Who could you ever love but Eli? With your eyes closed, you missed the hurried shadows below your window.

You missed the shape and begin to climb up the flower climber your mother had (lovingly) ordered your father to build when you were born. You missed the quiet swear that came from the shadow as its hat fell to the ground below.

But you didn't miss the light tap of his knuckles on the window. Your eyes cracked open. It was him, it was Eli! In the flesh, safe and sound, giving you a toothy grin and a small wave. You had never moved quicker, ripping open the window and yanking him into your room by his shirt. You engulfed him in a tight embrace as you both rolled on the floor of your room.

It was really him! After all the worrying and heartache wondering if he was dead or dying, he was safe in your arms. You were so happy to see him. So overjoyed with relief and love for your friend, that you failed to notice what big sharp teeth he had.

#oc #Eli Finch #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #not really yandere yet but I though I would just tag it that cause it will get there one day #i kinda wanted to keep this a secret to the big revel but #werewolf #yandere werewolf #yandere werewolf x reader #gn!reader

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