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thedamselzelda · 5 months ago

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Two Hearts Torn

Featuring: Fyodor Dostoevsky & Dazai Osamu

Summary: Broken, beaten, battered, and bruised. What keeps a heart from beating as one? For two, it's torn between losses and consequences of years past. However, in this twisted game, only calculated moves will stitch these hearts back together.

word count: 7.7k+, fem!reader, HOTD!reader, nsfw (oral sex m! receiving, unprotected sex, quick moment of domestic abuse [possessive Fyodor, very unhealthy relationship]), reader referred to with other names (no use of y/n), Russian words used (general meanings at the end), reader dissociates.

Author Chat: After an overwhelming poll, I have written another part of this story (tbh, I was a little too happy for it to win)! This part isn't as dark as I originally wrote it, as I couldn't bring myself to slander Fyodor too much. What can I say, the man is my #3 (behind my b-day buddy Chuya and my #1 Dazai ofc).

I also feel the need to mention before this part that this is an installment apart of the Beast AU. Yes, reader is married to Fyodor, however, the story is primarily a Dazai x reader story.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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You stared at your reflection in the ornate vanity mirror, the face looking back at you feeling strangely unfamiliar. With delicate movements, you began to remove the bobby pins from your hair, allowing each strand to cascade onto your shoulders. Your eyes, a striking violet, searched your own gaze in the mirror, desperately grasping for clarity amidst the whirlwind of memories from the night. A weary sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and rested your head in your hands, succumbing to the flood of memories about him. The lingering effect he had on you was both frustrating and thrilling, a contradiction that left you feeling dizzy.

There was no doubt in your mind about the reason for his visit - he came solely to see you. The realization sent a shiver down your spine. Yet, his unexpected question about what it would take for you to leave the House of the Dead, to abandon your husband, had caught you completely off guard, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

You extended your arm forward, observing the glistening ring on your finger. The alexandrite stone caught the dim light of your boudoir, its colors shifting mesmerizingly from a deep emerald to a rich purple as you turned your hand. Regret washed over you like a cold wave, seeping into your bones as you contemplated your choice of gem. The stone, his birthstone, now felt like a silent betrayal, a constant reminder of the man you couldn't forget, couldn't refrain from loving despite everything. Disgust rose in your throat, bitter and biting, as you berated yourself for not choosing a simple, neutral diamond instead. The realization that your heart had once again acted without your conscious consent left you feeling raw and exposed.

Your mind drifted to the circumstances of your marriage to Fyodor. The decision felt rushed, almost impulsive in hindsight. It served no real purpose for either of you beyond Fyodor's antiquated notion of propriety. His timid words echoed in your memory, tinged with an air of pious restraint:

"I could not lay with you unless we were wed..."

You rolled your eyes at the thought, irritation prickling beneath your skin like tiny needles. Initially, aligning yourself with Fyodor had been a calculated move, a way to strike back at Dazai and the unfair hand of cards you had been dealt in life. But over time, it had evolved into something more complex, a relationship built on stolen moments - chaste kisses on hands and lips, always restrained by his devout adherence to religious principles. His unwavering commitment to God frustrated you; for what cruel deity would curse you with such an ability?

The irony of your situation wasn't lost on you. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined yourself married, not even to Dazai. Life within the Mafia, and now in the House of the Dead, seemed incompatible with such conventional milestones. You had been content in your life with Dazai, before his gradual descent into whatever labyrinthine plans now consumed him.

Now, you found yourself in a precarious position. Isolated, you focused your efforts on seizing The Book from Dazai, the key to Fyodor's grand plan of overwriting this hellish reality. The weight of this mission hung heavy on your shoulders, a constant reminder of the complex web of loyalties, desires, and regrets that now defined your existence.

A soft click of your bedroom door stole you from your thoughts, your eyes shifting in the mirror to the figure entering your room. Fyodor's reflection appeared behind you, his rich purple eyes tired, as if he had paused his work to come and deal with you.

"Oh, moya lyubov', I wasn't expecting you." The lie slipped easily from your lips, even as you knew he would see through it. You had expected him, especially after how easily Nikolai had caught on to the change in your demeanor. Damn Nikolai...

"Moya zhena, I hear you've had quite the exciting day." His voice was smooth, yet laced with an undercurrent of something you couldn't quite place.

You made no indication of moving from your position as you looked up at Fyodor in the mirror. His weary smile was laced with fondness, yet you could detect icy undertones beneath the surface. He drifted over to you, his movements graceful despite his apparent exhaustion. His hands, cool and slender, came to rest upon your shoulders as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your undone hair.

His warm breath caressed your scalp, his lips parting as if on the verge of speech. Before he could utter a word, you smoothly began recounting your evening, carefully omitting any mention of Dazai's appearance.

"It was so tedious," you sighed, reaching for your makeup remover. "And now I'll have to get the carpet replaced." You dabbed at your face, the cool liquid erasing the traces of the night. Fyodor merely hummed in response, his intense gaze following your every movement.

"I suppose I'll have to search for a new group to take on the Port Mafia," you continued, your tone deliberately casual. "Maybe I should seek help from that Detective Agency. Perhaps they would work for the right price."

"No," Fyodor interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. You turned; shock evident on your features. He had never disagreed with your suggestions before, always supporting your efforts to obtain The Book.

His knuckles grazed your cheek, sending an involuntary chill down your spine. His lips curled into a malicious smile, violet eyes glittering dangerously in the dim light.

"Moy dorogoy, you've never been a terrible liar," he purred, his voice silky smooth yet laced with venom. "However, the secrets you keep have always been so apparent."

Your eyes narrowed as you searched the storm brewing before you. Suddenly, his hand wrapped around your throat, swift and firm, forcing you to your feet. The pressure increased, making each breath a struggle.

His face hovered mere millimeters from yours, his breath fanning over your lips. "You forget yourself, moya zhena. You belong to me. I know every move you make here, malen'kaya mysh'."

A desperate squeak escaped you as you gasped for air, your fingers clawing at his hand. "I know, please," you managed to choke out.

"He was here tonight," Fyodor hissed, his eyes blazing. "And I hear you two did more than just talk."

He released you abruptly, causing you to stumble back. You massaged your throat, gulping in fresh air. After regaining your composure, a smirk played on your lips. "All this because I danced with him?"

In a fluid motion, the back of his hand struck across your face, swinging back up to grasp the back of your head firmly. His voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "He is still in love with you. From how you feign the mere mention of him, I would suspect that you, moya lyubyashchaya zhena, also still love him."

A pain sparked upon your lips as you smirked, a breathy laugh escaping as you slipped into Russian, "Budto. It's as you suggested; I have initiated another plan by indulging him in a dance is all."

His eyes softened slightly, his grip on your scalp loosening. "Speak."

"He wants me to come back, to rejoin the Mafia," you explained, the words flowing effortlessly. "We can use that. Let me slip back into his good graces. He's bound to eventually have me up in his office. There, I can do what none of those assassins could, and take The Book for ourselves."

His anger was quickly replaced at your obedience, a soft smile reappearing. "Chudesnyy, moya lyubov'. I believe that is a great plan."

His eyes darted to your lips, urging you to quickly grasp the collar of his white buttoned shirt and pulled him into a kiss. His eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you lightly. You could feel him reveling in your compliance. His hand drifted from the nape of your neck, down to your waist, pulling you flush to him. His lips danced among yours, fervently melting.

Your fingers deftly toyed with the hem of his pants, coaxing a chuckle from your lover’s lips. He hummed as your body pressed against his, your hands slipping past the cloth to grasp his hardened cock. You smile at his breathy moan by your mere touch, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"What you do to me, ty lisitsa." His eyes trailed you as you dipped down to your knees. His fingers combed into your hair, pulling every last strand from your face. Your eyes panned to his as you pulled his pants down slightly to free his hardened, leaky member. One hand rested upon his hip, the other supporting him as your tongue slips out, barely brushing against his tip, tasting the salty cream from his slit. He hissed, rocking himself forward slightly to you. You hum, releasing his gaze, closing your eyes as you opened your mouth to fully take him in.

"Ugn, so beautiful, moya lyubov'." His praises reach your ears; his lips uttering your name, like a thankful prayer to his God above.

His tip reaches the back of your throat, and your eyes squeeze together to feign from gagging. You draw back slightly, barely parting your lips to allow your tongue to trail behind. Your hand pumping in your lips wake, applying gentle pressure.

He gathered your hair into one hand, using the freedom to brush a dripping tear from your cheek. "Takaya khoroshaya devochka."

Your lips close around his cock once more, dipping yourself to push your nose flush with his hips. You suppress a gag once more as your throat spasms against his length.

"I must have you, moya lyubov'," his voice shaky, nearly causing you to laugh at his submissive behavior. You don’t release him just yet, however, gently sucking as you bob upon him. His knees slightly buckle at your defiance, earning a tug of your hair, pulling you from him.

He pulls you to stand by your hair, a slight burn forming from the aggressive pull. He releases you, grasping at the vanity seat to shove it out of the way. You were next on his brief redecorating of your room. Grasping you firmly by your hips, eagerly pulling at the skirt of your formfitting dress and forcing it up to your waist. His hands roughly grip onto you before pushing you into the vanity.

You’re lifted by Fyodor to sit upon the cold surface, legs slotting open as he aggressively grasps your face to kiss you once more, as if it was his last dying breath. His member plays at your clothed cunt, slightly dripping from your arousal. His hand leaves your face, his fingers tugging at the cloth to pull it aside, aligning himself. He pulls at your waist once more, fixing the angle to allow himself to slide between your plush walls.

“Fuck!” You sharply exhale, your eyes slotting closed. Instinctively, you lurched forward to grasp onto him, and to rest your chin upon his shoulder. Your hands rested upon his nape and back, holding onto him as his hands gripped yours in a way that would leave bruises behind. His lips grazed your neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses and soft bites.

Your eyes slowly opened as his thrusts grew sloppier, evident of his impending release within you. Across from you, you saw your reflection in the closet mirror, allowing you to observe the explicit moment before you. However, your mind saw and heard different; the black hair entangled within your hands was brown and curly, the muffled, breathy moans against your neck were replaced with lowly grunts and words of praise, and the suit of the man before you became stained black.

You wanted to utter his name as you felt your release, like a call out to him to stay far away from the danger you would inflict upon him. Yet, you stifled the moan by biting your lip as you felt a warmth fill you to your core.

Fyodor sighed contently, releasing you from his harsh grip. He pulled his softening cock from your cunt, his seed dripping from you. He stepped to the side, observing his appearance within the mirror as he begins to fix himself before leaving you.

“I will get started on that plan tomorrow, moy dorogoy.” You utter as you slide from the vanity.

“Ochen' khorosho,” were his parting words to you as he began to leave for the door. You slip your dress back down, not worrying about the state of it. You notice as you look up that he is awaiting your attention before amending his last words. “See you in my next life, moy angel smerti.”

You give out a plain breathy laugh, “Till true death do us part, moya lyubov'.”

The pulsing energy of weekend nights had faded, replaced by the more subdued atmosphere of a weekday evening at The Midnight's Caress. Yet, even on these quieter nights, the club maintained a steady flow of patrons - a mix of devoted regulars and wide-eyed tourists drawn to its allure. Tonight, however, held special significance. A special visitor had arrived, someone who held a place in your heart from the days before Dazai's induction into the Port Mafia.

You made your entrance with practiced grace, descending from the second-floor terrace. Your presence commanded attention, drawing admiring glances from across the dimly lit space. Ignoring the adoration, your gaze remained fixed on your destination - the sleek bar opposite the sunken dance floor and stage.

A solitary figure occupied one of the barstools. Even from a distance, you recognized the familiar shock of unkempt auburn hair and the well-worn light brown overcoat. As you approached, you watched him raise an ornate crystal tumbler filled with amber liquid to his lips.

"And here I thought," you began, your voice carrying a hint of amusement as rich chocolate eyes met yours, “that you avoided lurking around Mafia territory at all costs, mister detective”

A warm smile spread across the man's face as he spoke your name, his tone tinged with fondness. “Well, if it's to see an old friend, I'm willing to take my chances.”

You feigned offense, placing your hands on your hips in mock indignation. “Sakunosuke Oda, did you just call me old?”

His head fell into a gentle shake, accompanied by a soft laugh that seemed to momentarily erase the tension from his features. You joined in his laughter, sliding onto the barstool next to him. While maintaining a careful distance, you positioned yourself to face outward, keeping a vigilant eye on the space between you and the stage.

Glancing sideways, you studied Oda's familiar profile, your gaze lingering on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. A mischievous glint sparked in your eye as you asked, your voice a playful whisper, "Did you pay for that?"

Oda's eyes met yours briefly, a flicker of amusement passing through them before he looked back down at the tumbler. His voice was steady, tinged with a hint of pride. "Of course."

You sighed, rolling your eyes in exaggerated exasperation. Leaning across the polished mahogany surface of the bar, you beckoned the blonde bartender with a subtle, elegant gesture. "Reimburse him," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument, the words crisp and authoritative in the dimly lit space.

"No, you don't have to do that," Oda protested, a faint blush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

Your response was swift and sharp, cutting through the ambient noise of the club. "He does if he would like to keep his job." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in this world you both inhabited, albeit from different sides. You softened your tone slightly, adding, "My friends do not need to worry about such things here."

A teasing glint returned to Oda's eyes as he accepted his reimbursement. "Oh, you have friends now?" he quipped, his voice warm with familiarity."Oda!" You laughed, the sound genuine and unguarded. "I almost do want to make you pay now."

"That was the goal," he replied, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. He stuffed the money into his pants pocket before grasping his glass once more.

The bartender materialized behind you, placing an identical tumbler filled with amber liquid onto the bar. You gave the glass a cursory glance before turning your attention back to the club.

Oda's voice drew you back from your reverie, curiosity evident in his warm tone. "So, how is it, being a club owner?"

"Boring," you replied dryly, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "How is it, being a detective?"

"Anything but boring. I'm always doing something, it feels like," Oda responded, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

You nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. Memories of your shared past flickered through your mind, a reminder of the complex relationship that bound you both.

Oda's voice softened as he continued, "We just recently recruited this boy."A breathy chuckle escaped your lips. "So, you've taken in another orphan. I swear, are you raising an army over there?"

Oda's rich laughter echoed within the glass at his lips, the sound warm and comforting. "It does seem like that, doesn't it?" He paused, his expression growing more serious. "I worry about this boy. I picked him up on the riverbank, and he attempted to attack me."

You listened intently, grateful for the chance to lend an ear to your friend's concerns. The ambient noise of the club faded into the background as you focused on Oda's words.

"I don't know what it is about this boy," Oda continued, his brow furrowing slightly. "He's in search of his sister... harbors the unruliest plans for this man that he describes as 'the man in black.'"

Your eyes widened slightly, and you turned to meet Oda's intrigued gaze. "This boy," you began cautiously, "does he have black hair? Two little tufts of white on the ends?"

Oda gave a hesitant nod, his hand now outstretched to offer you your glass. You accepted it carefully, the cool crystal a stark contrast to the warmth of realization spreading through you.

"Be careful of that boy. I remember his name clearly. Akutagawa Ryūnosuke." Your voice lowered, heavy with the weight of memory. You looked down at your glass, tapping your fingers along its surface rhythmically. "I was there when the Port Mafia found him, shortly before I left for Italy. There were plans to recruit him. However, it was determined... that he was unfit to join us."

Your eyes rose to meet Oda's, his face a careful mask hiding his thoughts. "There is a beast inside of that boy, Oda. I pray that you teach and guide him, to learn to tame it."

You paused, bringing the crystal glass to your lips for a sip. As the whiskey touched your tongue, your eyes widened in surprise. You pulled the glass back, glancing towards the shelves behind the bar. Your gaze settled on a familiar bottle, its amber contents glowing softly in the low light. You eyed it with a mixture of suspicion and resigned amusement. That snake, you thought, recognizing Dazai's handiwork in the choice of spirits.

Shaking your head slightly, you made a mental note to address that matter later. Your voice grew heavy with warning as you continued, "Or that beast will one day consume him. I've seen it near happen to the boy they did take in."

Oda's brow furrowed in concern. "I can agree; I share those thoughts exactly. Do you, by chance, know what happened to his sister?"

You gave a curt shake of your head, the movement causing the dim lights to dance across your features. "I know that the Port Mafia took her, however, I don't know what became of her."

Oda finished off the rest of the whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking softly as he set it before the bartender for a refill. "I see," he murmured, his voice tinged with disappointment.

A moment of contemplative silence fell between you, the ambient noise of the club fading into the background. You could feel Oda's gaze studying your face as you surveyed the array of guests for the evening, your eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease.

"So, what happened with that?" Oda's question broke the silence, his hand gesturing towards his own lip and the side of his face.

"Oh," you replied, feigning ignorance about your appearance. You had attempted to cover the cut on your lip and the small bruise that had formed across your cheekbone from the night before. "Just an unruly guest. Unfortunate, and obviously for him, he didn't make it."

Oda hummed, a note of skepticism in his tone. It was clear he didn't fully believe the story you had fabricated. You huffed as you finished the rest of your glass, the warm liquid burning a path down your throat. Turning to him, you shifted the conversation once more. "What about your book? When will I be able to read the first draft?"

A soft smile graced Oda's features as he looked back down into his glass, swirling the amber liquid absently. "I've been having horrible writer's block. I know what I want to say, it's just getting it to paper that's the problem."

"Well," you gave a breathy chuckle, rising from your seat with fluid grace. His eyes met yours, a shared understanding passing between you. You both knew these encounters were rare and precious, a stark contrast to your shared youth. "You know where I'll be, ready to receive and critique. But to love it all the same."

"For the long wait, how about I dedicate it to you?" Oda offered, a hint of warmth in his voice.

You gave a warm smile, placing your hands upon your chest in dramatic adoration. The gesture was playful, but the emotion behind it was genuine. "Awe, Oda. You do care!"

Oda's head dipped down once more, his shoulders shaking with muffled laughter. You took a deep breath, the familiar ache of longing settling in your chest. More than anything, you wished you could embrace him, to feel the comfort of his brotherly affection that had been so freely given in your childhood. You knew deep down that he wished the same; on several occasions, he had forgotten the limitations of your ability, only to be reminded by Flawless.

"I have business I have to attend to, but you may stay as long as you like," you said, your voice softening with regret at having to cut the reunion short. You tapped the polished bar top twice, a silent signal to your bartender. He understood immediately, preparing your glass as well as a secondary pour of the whiskey you had been drinking.

Grasping the two crystal tumblers, the amber liquid catching the low light, you gave a final look to your dear friend. Your eyes lingered on his face, committing every detail to memory. "See you around, Odasaku," you said, the nickname slipping out unexpectedly.

Oda's eyebrows raised slightly, a quizzical look crossing his features at the unfamiliar moniker. You found yourself equally surprised, giving him a small shrug in response. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a warm smile, and he raised his glass in a silent toast as you began to walk away.

Your heels clicked softly on the polished floor as you made your way back toward the staircase leading to your office. The weight of the glasses in your hands was a tangible reminder of the responsibilities waiting for you, pulling you away from this brief moment of connection. As you ascended the stairs, you could feel Oda's gaze following you, a bittersweet mixture of fondness and longing that mirrored your own emotions.

Dazai's keen eyes followed your figure as you made your way back up to your office. His gaze then darted to Oda, who was nodding to the bartender, offering thanks and sliding money across the polished bar top. A wry smile found its way onto Dazai's face as he admired Oda's persistence in compensating the man. He felt a familiar twinge of jealousy watching you two interact from afar, reminded of the bond you and Oda shared which transcended any version of yourselves.

Turning away from the window, Dazai met your gaze as you entered the office. The soft click of the door closing behind you seemed to punctuate the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"Thank you, Dimitri," you called out, your eyes never leaving Dazai's. He could tell by the set of your jaw that he was in trouble, especially noting the two crystal tumblers in your hands. You raised an eyebrow questioningly, holding up the glasses. "We've only reconnected for one night, and you decided to take it upon yourself to amend my liquor choices?"

Dazai suppressed a small laugh, gratefully accepting the offered glass. The crystal was cool against his fingers. "I only had Chūya go up to the bar and request a drink. When the bartender replied that you don't supply this brand, I had it ordered and shipped to you immediately."

He watched you roll your eyes, unamused but continuing to listen before objecting. The light from the desk lamp cast dramatic shadows across your face, emphasizing the slight furrow of your brow.

"What can I say? Something just told me I'd be back here sooner than expected, so I made a few liberties—"

"Liberties?" You scoffed, though there was a hint of amusement in your tone. You glided past him, the subtle scent of your perfume lingering in the air. Settling back into your chair, you continued, "You quite literally had my bartender stock something without my knowledge, most likely due to knowing it was the Port Mafia Boss's favorite."

Dazai savored the rich, smoky flavor of the whiskey as he took a long sip, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He gracefully lowered himself into one of the chairs facing your desk, his keen eyes noting how they seemed slightly out of place in the otherwise meticulously arranged office. During your absence, he had seized the opportunity to explore the room, his observant gaze catching details that others might overlook.

A rug, he deduced, had once adorned the space before your desk. Now, a faint square of fresh wood flooring, spanning no more than six feet, stood in stark contrast to the worn, darker planks surrounding it. At the center of this cleaned area, Dazai's sharp eyes detected a slightly darker outline. His mind, ever quick to analyze, immediately recognized the telltale signs of a bloodstain that had been hastily, if not entirely successfully, concealed. The discovery sent a small thrill through him.

"You enjoy the drink, too, don't lie. I saw you down there drinking it with Odasaku," Dazai said, his voice carrying a hint of familiarity he hadn't intended.

You gave Dazai a puzzled look, your brow furrowing slightly as you processed his words. He realized his slip immediately, watching as a flicker of confusion passed across your features. The usually composed demeanor he wore like armor had cracked, revealing an experience he hadn't been granted in this life.

"My apologies," he quickly corrected himself, his voice regaining its usual smooth rhythm. The words flowed like silk, masking his momentary lapse. "I had only heard you call him that a few times before you left. You always spoke fondly of the man who defected."

He observed intently as you silently began to question yourself, your hand reaching back to scratch your head in recollection of more than four years ago. The gesture was subtle, but to Dazai's keen eye, it spoke volumes about your inner turmoil. However, much to his relief, you quickly moved past the topic without dwelling on it further.

You set your drink down upon the polished surface of your desk, the crystal making a soft 'clink' against the wood. Clearing your throat, a confident smirk coated your peach-stained lips, the color a striking contrast against your skin in the warm light of the office.

"Besides the topic of my apparently new inventory," you said, emphasizing the word with a hint of playful accusation, "did you want to continue your losing game?"

Dazai chuckled, the sound low and rich. He leaned forward, the leather of the chair creaking slightly under his shifting weight. "I think you've forgotten, but I was winning."

A light laugh escaped you, the sound filling the room with a momentary lightness. "I had your queen for the taking. Without it, what even is the game?"

Dazai hummed thoughtfully, his mind racing through possibilities far beyond the chessboard. In his mind's eye, he saw not just chess pieces, but the intricate dance of allegiances and betrayals that defined their world. Indeed, his queen was cornered - both in the game and in life - but Dazai was nothing if not a master strategist. Just as you had been hasty to claim victory, he knew exactly how to turn the tides. His plan wasn't just to save a piece on a board, but to reclaim the Queen before him that he had lost to Fyodor's trickery.

His lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile. This game was far from over, and Dazai intended to win back what was rightfully his, piece by carefully manipulated piece. The anticipation built within him, not just for his next move in chess, but for the grand strategy that would bring you back to his side, away from Fyodor's influence.

Dazai's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Ah, but you've overlooked something crucial," he said, his voice smooth and confident. “It's my turn, remember? And with just one move, I'll not only save my queen but put you in a rather precarious position."

He set his glass down and leaned forward, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the desk as if recreating the chessboard. "My knight to F6. It simultaneously blocks your attack on my queen and threatens your bishop. Now, you're faced with a dilemma – do you capture my knight and leave your bishop vulnerable, or do you retreat and lose your advantage?"

A sly smile played on his lips as he continued, "In chess, as in life, it's not just about the pieces you have, but how you use them. Sometimes, a seeming disadvantage can be turned into a powerful opportunity with the right strategy."

His eyes met yours, the intensity in them suggesting he might be talking about more than just the game. "So, shall we continue? I'm quite curious to see how you'll respond to this... unexpected development."

You leaned back in your chair, a mixture of amusement and respect flickering across your features. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head slightly, your eyes meeting Dazai's intense gaze.

"Well played, Dazai," you conceded, your voice carrying a note of admiration. "I should have known better than to underestimate you. Your knight to F6 is indeed a clever move."

You paused, your fingers drumming thoughtfully on the armrest as you visualized the board in your mind. After a moment, a sly smile crept onto your face. "However, you're not the only one with tricks up their sleeve. I'll move my rook to E4. It puts pressure on your knight and maintains the threat to your queen. Plus, it opens up a potential attack on your king's flank."

Leaning forward, you picked up your glass, and place it against your plump bottom lip. "In chess, as in our line of work, it's all about adapting to the unexpected, isn't it? One must always be prepared to shift strategies at a moment's notice."

You took a sip of the whiskey, savoring its rich flavor before continuing, "So, Dazai, what’s your move?"

Dazai's eyes narrowed slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he considered your move. "Interesting," he murmured, taking a thoughtful sip. “In that case, I'll move my bishop to D3, threatening your rook while maintaining defense of my queen.”

The game continued, each of you calling out moves, the imaginary board shifting in your minds with every declaration. The office fell into a rhythm of quiet contemplation broken by decisive statements, the clink of ice in glasses punctuating each turn.

"Knight to C6," you said, your voice steady.

"Pawn to A4," Dazai responded smoothly.

As the imaginary pieces dwindled, the tension in the room grew. Finally, after what felt like hours compressed into minutes, you both fell silent, a mutual realization dawning.

"Well," you said, a mix of frustration and admiration in your voice, "it seems we've reached an impasse."

Dazai nodded, his expression mirroring yours. "Indeed. By my count, we each have a king, a rook, and two pawns left. Neither of us can make a legal move without putting our king in check."

"Stalemate," you both said in unison, then shared a quiet laugh at the synchronicity. As your laughter died down, Dazai couldn’t help but admire you. While it seemed much had changed about you within the last four or so years, you were still sharp, quick on your feet, and though your encounter before last with one another within the confines of his penthouse was heated, it was as though it never happened.

Dazai raised his glass in a toast. "To a game well played. It's not often I encounter an opponent who can match me move for move. I’ve missed doing this with you."

You clinked your glass against his. "Likewise, Dazai. This was fun."

Dazai's intense gaze bore into your violet eyes, searching once again for a shred of the girl that once loved him. He knew you had to still harbor something, given your willingness to allow him into your office just one night after reconnecting, although you had resisted at first. A heavy sigh escaped your lips amid the charged silence, your eyes darting down to his lips. He mirrored the action, his tongue unconsciously brushing across his top lip.

In the days of your shared youth, the victor of these mental chess matches would be granted one request, no limits ever set. Trust and honesty were once pivotal, sacred even. But after touching The Book, everything changed.

Dazai watched intently as you shifted in your plush leather chair, leaning forward to examine the documents he had laid before you earlier. Your slender fingers opened the tan folder, eyes scanning its contents. Nervous anticipation built within him as he awaited your reaction.

A scoff broke the silence. It was somewhat expected.

"You want to buy The Midnight's Caress?" You looked up, an exaggerated eye roll accompanying your words.

"You're already paying us to leave you and your business be. I thought it would make more sense to annex your club since you already serve many mafiosos," Dazai explained, his voice smooth and persuasive.

Your eyes returned to the proposition. Dazai had been uncharacteristically considerate; you would remain owner, permitted to run the club as you saw fit, retaining eighty percent ownership.

"Ninety," you countered, your gaze drifting up from the paper. With practiced ease, you opened a drawer within your ornate desk, fingers grasping for a sleek box of cigarettes. The soft scrape of the box opening filled the quiet room as you extracted a single cigarette. The flick of your lighter cast a brief, warm glow across your features as you lit it. You inhaled deeply, the ember glowing bright orange in the dim office. Exhaling a plume of smoke, you placed the cigarette delicately between your index and middle fingers before uttering your next argument. "Giving you twenty percent would be grossly over what I already give you, which I've already been quite generous with."

Dazai raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Given the club's popularity and the financial records he'd meticulously reviewed, he'd calculated that twenty percent ownership would be a small sacrifice. Yet, he'd anticipated some resistance from you.

You held the box out to him, one cigarette poking out invitingly. He leaned forward, long fingers grasping the rolled tobacco. Rising smoothly, he placed the cigarette between his lips. Leaning over your desk, he pressed his unlit cigarette to yours. His eyes, intense and searching, locked with yours as he contemplated his counter.

"Giving twenty percent would include more than just protection, Bella," Dazai remarked, his voice low and smooth as he relaxed back into the chair.

You laced your fingers together, resting your elbows on the polished desk. Your eyes fluttered, the lit cigarette dangling slightly between your lips. "How much are you assuming I'm already giving for this protection?"

“I calculated that it was around twenty percent now.”

A laugh escaped your occupied lips, followed by a click of your tongue. "Twenty? Oh, moye temnoye zhelaniye, I give you way less than that."

Dazai jerked his head back in surprise, questions flooding his mind. How much did you actually give of your earnings? The only logical explanation was the records he had did not contain unreported earnings. Additionally, when did you learn to speak Russian? He had no idea what the phrase meant, but curiosity burned within him.

He watched, transfixed, as you rose from your seat with fluid grace. The soft rustle of your clothing seemed amplified in the hushed office; his senses hyper-aware of your every movement. He tracked your progress as you rounded the desk, his heart rate quickening with each step you took towards him.

When you perched upon the edge of the desk directly in front of him, Dazai felt a rush of heat betray him, crawling up his cheeks in a flush he couldn't quite control. He found himself looking up at you through his eyelashes, acutely aware of the power dynamic shift. The dim light of the office played across your features, casting shadows that accentuated the curves and angles of your face. Dazai's breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of you, commanding and alluring in equal measure.

He watched, mesmerized, as you took another leisurely puff from your cigarette. The ember glowed bright for a moment, illuminating your face in a warm, fleeting light that seared itself into his memory. With practiced ease, you blew the smoke out above you, creating a swirling haze that danced in the air between you. The sharp scent of tobacco mingled with your personal fragrance, an intoxicating mixture that seemed to cloud his senses.

As Dazai gazed up at you, he found himself making a silent vow. He would let you have anything you wanted - any percentage, any terms. All that mattered was that you allowed him to remain in your presence, to bask in the captivating aura you exuded.

"I give ten percent of my yearly earnings to you now, Dazai. You're basically asking I near triple that in my eyes, as it's not only money; it's ownership." Your voice carried a hint of steel beneath its smoothness, a reminder of the strength that had always drawn Dazai to you.

Dazai stood to meet your gaze, his movement fluid and deliberate. Your eyes darted from his visible eye down to his lips again as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Seventeen then.” The words hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken tension.

"You're good at a lot of things, Osamu, negotiating is apparently not one of them." You leaned further in, your breath warm against his skin.

He took a moment, relishing the closeness that you'd allowed once again. However, his keen eye caught sight of a cut upon your bottom lip and faint evidence of a bruise upon your cheekbone, which you had evidently tried to cover, which wasn't there the night before. He saw your eyes widen slightly, likely realizing he'd noticed the wounds marring your features. Before he could question you, you spoke again.

"I own the entire property as of right now. I even live upstairs." You took the cigarette from your mouth, gesturing with your fingers toward the area outside the office. Osamu recalled the elevator he'd noticed across from your office doors. That explained its presence. "You might as well buy the whole building, since it seems you're trying to buy me back into the mafia."

Osamu passively heard you, however, he couldn’t bring himself to reply to you just yet. His mind wouldn’t move past the subtle signs of abuse on your face. The cut on your lip, the faint bruise on your cheekbone - they weren't there last night. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, a mixture of worry and rage threatening to overwhelm him.

He reached out instinctively, his hand hovering near your face but not quite touching. He remembered how you used to flinch in worry of touching others, but you remained still, even slightly leaning toward his touch.

Finally, his voice whispered your name out, softer than he intended, "This isn't about buying you back into anything. Do you really think I'd try to manipulate you into a life you chose to leave?"

He watched your eyes, those stormy violet orbs that had once looked at him with such trust and affection. Now they seemed guarded, wary. It pained him more than he cared to admit.

"I respect your decisions," he continued, "even if I don't always agree with them. But those marks on your face, cara mia… they weren't there last night."

Osamu felt his hand clench at his side, anger surging through him at the thought of Fyodor laying a hand on you. He fought to keep his voice steady. "This isn't about ownership or percentages. It's about keeping you safe from a man who clearly doesn't value you the way he should. The way you deserve."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within him. He needed you to understand, to see beyond the business proposition to the genuine concern that drove his actions. Fyodor, in this life and every other, was not a man to be trusted, let alone be married to.

"I won’t ask you again to come back to the mafia. All I'm asking, is for you to let me protect you. Because right now, your independence is coming at a cost that's far too high."

Osamu’s unbandaged eye searched yours, silently pleading. He saw a flicker of something - vulnerability, perhaps - behind your carefully constructed walls. It gave him hope.

"Let me help you," he said softly. "Please."

In that moment, looking into your eyes, Osamu realized just how much he still cared for you; it was overwhelming. The thought of you in pain, of Fyodor hurting you, was unbearable. He knew he'd do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if it meant putting himself, his plans, in danger. Because despite everything that had happened, you were still one of the most important people in his world.

Osamu watched as your eyes widened slightly at his words, a mix of emotions flickering across your face. For a moment, your carefully constructed facade seemed to waver, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerability he once knew so well.

His breath caught as you reached up, your fingers gently brushing against his hand that hovered near your face. The touch was electric, sending a shiver through him. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper when you spoke.

"Osamu... it's not that simple."

He held his breath, hoping for more, but you seemed to steel yourself before continuing. "I appreciate your concern, truly. But my life, my choices... they're complicated. More than you know."

Osamu felt a pang in his chest as you slid off the desk, putting a small distance between you. The internal struggle playing out in your eyes was painfully clear to him.

"Ten percent, if you buy the entire building," you said suddenly, your voice regaining its businesslike tone. "That's my final offer. And I maintain full operational control."

The abrupt shift back to business threw him for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He recognized your deflection for what it was - a shield, a way to avoid the deeper conversation you both knew you needed to have.

"Agreed," he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "But this conversation isn't over. I won't stand by and watch you get hurt, no matter how complicated things are."

You nodded, a small, sad smile playing on your lips. "I know you won't. That's what makes you... you."

As you moved to return to your seat, Osamu caught the briefest flash of something in your eyes. Was it longing? Regret? Or perhaps something more calculating? He couldn't be sure, and it frustrated him. There was a time when he could read you like an open book, but now... now parts of you were a mystery to him.

Watching you settle back into your chair, Osamu began to feel a sharp pang of guilt. He knew he was being selfish, pursuing you when his time in this world was limited. The weight of his secrets - the truth about the Book and his inevitable fate - pressed heavily upon him. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell you, it would cost too much. Instead, he made a silent vow to protect you from Fyodor and his plans, and, if possible, win back your trust and affection, even if it was only for a brief moment in time.

As he gazed at you across the desk, Osamu felt a familiar warmth in his chest, accompanied by a sharp ache. Despite everything, despite the years and the pain and the complications, you were still one of the most important people in his world. And he would do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if it meant putting himself, his plans, in danger.

"With that matter settled," you said, a smile reappearing on your face as you extinguished your cigarette. "Would you like to try another game of chess? I'd understand if you say no, as assuredly going to win this time."

A rich laugh escaped through Osamu’s lips. "I'd like to see you try," he responded, his eyes gleaming with challenge and amusement.

The game was on, and Osamu intended to win.

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Author Chat: This part took a lot out of me. Again, I had intended it to be much darker, as I see so many write Fyodor as this sweet, quiet man who's tenderly loving his s/o, but I was like "but what if...?" So, that's partly where the inspiration came from, because let's be honest, that man is dark and twisted (you know the looks like a cinnamon roll, will actually kill you).

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Song Inspos: Rule #34- Fish in a Birdcage Watch- billie eilish

Russian Word "Dictionary" (Curtesy of [unreliable] Google translate):

moya lyubov': "my love"

moya zhena: "my wife"

moy dorogoy: "my dear"

malen'kaya mysh': "little mouse"

lyubyashchaya: "loving"

budto: "as if"

chudesnyy: "marvelous"

ty lisitsa: "you vixen"

Takaya khoroshaya devochka: "such a good girl"

Ochen' khorosho: "very well"

moy angel smerti: "my angel of death"

moye temnoye zhelaniye: "my dark desire"

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truevedicastrology · 2 months ago

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Your Month's Magical Gem ✨💎

Ever wondered about the special stone tied to your birth month? Dive into the sparkling world of birthstones and their mystical meanings!

🗓️ January - Garnet 💗

Deep red passion and vitality

Boosts self-confidence and success

Protective energy against negativity

Symbolizes eternal friendship and trust

🗓️ February - Amethyst 💜

Regal purple for peace and sobriety

Enhances intuition and spiritual awareness

Calms the mind and promotes clear thinking

Guards against drunkenness and overindulgence

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Serene blue of sea and sky

Soothes fears and sharpens intellect

Promotes clear communication

Brings courage and calm

🗓️ April - Diamond 💎

Brilliance and unbreakable strength

Amplifies energy of other stones

Symbolizes purity and eternal love

Brings clarity and abundance

🗓️ May - Emerald 💚

Lush green of spring renewal

Symbolic of rebirth and love

Enhances memory and increases mental clarity

Believed to grant foresight and good fortune

🗓️ June - Pearl & Alexandrite 🤍💠 Pearl:

Luminous orb of the sea

Symbolizes purity and integrity

Calms and centers the mind

Eases digestive discomfort

Alexandrite:

Color-changing marvel

Strengthens intuition

Encourages creativity

Brings good luck and fortune

🗓️ July - Ruby ❤️

Fiery red of passion and power

Stimulates heart chakra

Brings courage and strength

Symbol of love and royalty

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Vibrant lime-green vitality

Cleanses and stimulates

Protects from nightmares

Brings good health and restful sleep

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Deep blue of wisdom and royalty

Attracts prosperity and success

Protects from envy and harm

Symbolizes loyalty and trust

🗓️ October - Opal & Tourmaline 🌈💗 Opal:

Multi-colored fire of emotions

Amplifies feelings and unleashes creativity

Enhances cosmic consciousness

Brings good fortune

Tourmaline:

Available in a rainbow of colors

Grounds energy and dispels fear

Promotes understanding and confidence

Deflects negative energy

🗓️ November - Topaz & Citrine 💛 Topaz:

Golden warmth of the sun

Brings joy and abundance

Releases tension and promotes harmony

Balances emotions and attracts love

Citrine:

Sunny yellow optimism

Energizes and invigorates

Attracts wealth and prosperity

Encourages generosity and sharing

🗓️ December - Turquoise, Zircon & Tanzanite 💙💎💜 Turquoise:

Sky blue of infinite possibilities

Master healer stone

Protects against negative energy

Brings good fortune and success

Zircon:

Variety of colors, often blue

Brings wisdom and confidence

Encourages compassion

Promotes restful sleep

Tanzanite:

Rare violet-blue beauty

Facilitates spiritual awakening

Enhances communication

Stimulates insight and perception

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col-islander43 · 2 years ago

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Jersey pt.2

Pt.1

Jamie Drysdale x reader

Warnings: crying, proposal

Word count: { 2,471}

"That ring looks good on you." His breath tickled your ear, his whispers making you blush and affecting you more than you'd ever like to admit. You softly squeezed his arm resting around your waist with one hand while the other was busy stirring the sauce for dinner.

Last week, Jamie compromised with himself. After calming down, he explained he'd love to marry you at that moment, but he wasn't ready yet, and he didn't want you to feel pressured to say yes after what had happened. You reassured him, telling him you'd never feel pressured, especially not with him, and yes was the only answer he was getting even if he asked you a hundred times. To compromise, he came home with a promise ring the day after, nearly giving you a second heart attack in not even 24 hours.

The ring, a slim silver band with a gorgeous, small, oval diamond sitting in the middle, now resting on your ring finger, took your breath away when you layed your gaze on it for the first time. He went a bit on a rant, scared it was too much.

"I did a bit of research, and the diamond is April's birthstone. You know my birthday is in April, now you have something that represents me with you... Along with the necklace. It's one of the simple designs because I know you like simple and this way I can go a bit overboard when I get you the real thing. Do you like it?"

For most of the rant, he was looking down. If he had looked up, he'd seen the tears and love in your eyes. The love you had for Jamie was unexplainable, the thought he put into things multiplied that and he'd never understand how much it meant to you when he did because that was also unexplainable.

"It's not the ring I'd like but it'll do for now."

You dropped the spoon and turned around so quickly that you nearly gave yourself a whiplash. "What do you mean? J, I love you, but you need to stop saying these things because I'll end up in the hospital." his hands were still on my waist while yours were resting on his chest. His face taken over by a smile or a smirk, you weren't really sure.

"Ok. I'll stop." Pecking your lips, he nodded his head towards the stove. "Dinner's ready." His face, what you knew now, had been taken over by a smirk. He pecked your lips once more before leaving to go set the table.

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After dinner, knowing you were exhausted from work, Jamie tried convincing you to go take a shower as he cleaned up. After he realized you weren't giving in, he guided you to the bathroom, promising he'd join you before you knew it. You almost cried on the spot, your body consumed by exhaustion, a shitty day at work, and Jamie's overflowing love you didn't know if you'd survive the day.

Now joining him in bed, he softly smiled at you as he took you into his embrace. Just like every night, he placed several pecks on the top of your head before rubbing your back.

"I don't think I've ever told you this before, but falling head over heels for you was unexpected but so easy." You had turned around in his arms, when he spoke up, resting your chin on his chest. "I know I fell pretty hard when Trev bumped into you, at the coffee shop, and you were more concerned about his head instead of your coffee-stained shirt." he softly admitted, his cheeks turning pink "I called my mom afterwards, told her I could be in love and she asked me if I got your number. I told her I didn't and she scolded me, she was happier when I told her Trev owed you coffee."

Giggles left my lips, thinking about him getting scolded by his mom "Who knew Z not paying attention would make me meet the love of my life." Your hand, subconsciously, went to play with Jamie's hair "It payed of for once. Plus the sound his head made when it hit the door was what concerned me, I still surprised he didn't get a bump."

His body softly shook with laughter as did yours thinking back to that moment.

"I do know for sure when I realized you were the one. It was when I called you at three am, the night Trev came home drunk, and I was on the verge of a breakdown because I wasn't happy with how I had played the past few games. You came over after I told you I wasn't ok, and I didn't ask you to come over because I knew you were exhausted between school and work. Even though you were exhausted you came over, you stopped for pizza, chicken nuggets, and fries because you knew Z needed to eat something and because you know eating with you helps calm me down even at three in the morning."

You wrapped your arms around Jamie's body, softly squeezing, a way to thank him for being vulnerable "You would've done the same thing. And we all know how difficult Trevor can be when he's drunk especially when he keeps insisting he's just tipsy."

He placed a couple of kisses on your collarbone before speaking up again "I still can't thank you enough for doing it because I was seriously doubting myself, you, chicken nuggets, and fries helped me overcome those doubts. You also took care of Z so I could rest up. You made sure we were both ok before you decided to rest and I could never give that back to you."

You were crying, you didn't want to, but Jamie always said the right things which started the waterworks. You tried to hide it, but it was useless. He looked up at you, giving you a sweet, soft smile before wiping away your tears and pecking your lips softly "I don't want you to give it back to me because I'd do it every time if it meant I got the amazing, loving, caring, and handsome boyfriend I get every day."

Blush covered his cheeks at your praise "I love you, princess."

"I love you, Jimmy."

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"Babe! Come here real quick!" You dropped the laundry you were folding, rushing over to the living room after Jamie's urgent yells filled the apartment.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

He turned to you with a smile "Nothing's wrong. I have a gift for you. Why do you look so concerned?"

You rubbed your forehead, trying to calm your racing heart "You were yelling, you never yell so I assumed something was wrong. Why do you have a gift for me?"

His arms pulled you in as he moved you to stand in front of the dinner table where a plain box layed "What? I can't get my girlfriend a gift? We agreed on no spoiling, but that doesn't mean I can't get you a gift every now and then."

He softly pushed you forward, keeping a hand on the small of your back as you looked at the box skeptically "It's not gonna jump at you, I promise. You'll love it."

You opened the box, revealing a reverse retro Ducks jersey. When they first came out, you rambled to Jamie about how good he'd look in it and how you were stealing all his reverse retro merch once it would be hanging in his closet "Turn it around." he whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, wanting to gauge your reaction.

A gasp left your lips as a grin took over your face, taking in the back of the jersey. His number 6 glaring back at you proudly, instead of his last name it said: Be my

You turned to Jamie, concern written over his face, you tried to erase it by running your finger over his features, but that only seemed to deepen it "You know my number is 6 and I'm yours so I want you to be mine. Do you wanna be my 6?" his voice was unsure making your heartache, when would he understand you weren't gonna leave him?

You nodded as your throat clogged up and tears rolled down your cheeks "Of course I'll be your 6. I've always been yours." You locked your arms around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss filled with love, like he was trying to tell you how much he loved you through that kiss. "Thanks for explaining it, Jam. I was trying to process it, but I understood."

He placed his forehead on yours not wanting too much distance between the two of you, drying your tears "I knew you would, I just wanted to be sure 'cause Z told me you wouldn't."

"You had to explain it to him didn't you?"

He nodded his head, giggles leaving both of your lips "Yeah. He was a bit confused."

"He needs to give me more credit." You had started to sway the two of you, not wanting this moment to end.

"I told him you'd understand, he refused to believe me but I think I convinced him a bit when I told him you graduated college early." You pulled back a bit, looking at him with confusion written over your face.

"He didn't know?"

Jamie shook his head at your question, pulling you in again "Apparently not. I don't think he even knew you went to college in the first place."

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Too lost in your own world, you didn't hear the front door close, you did however hear the loud screeching voice that followed "Jimmy! Jimbo!"

The man in question placed his head in the crook of your neck. You had retreated to the couch after you put away his gift and made lunch together. Together being the keyword as Jamie hadn't let go of you once and neither had he when you layed down. His hand had been playing with your hair, legs entwined under the blanket as your hands were resting on his cheeks softly tracing his features, loving smiles covering both of your faces.

"Should I ignore him? Maybe if I do he thinks we left and he will too."

You placed your hand on the back of his head to keep it in the crook of your neck "You know that's not happening." you mumbled back

Trevor's voice was coming closer, but his volume didn't lower "Did she say yes? Hello! Jamester!"

Quiet giggles escaped your mouth as Jamie whispered "That's a new one."

Trevor appeared, his face consumed by happiness, his eyebrows were pretty high up on his forehead making him appear a bit scarier than he was. "And?"

"What are you doing here?" They both said at the same time

Trev's face changed from happy to confused in a second "What do you mean what am I doing here? I live here and our agreement has expired."

You looked between the boys as you asked "What agreement?" your voice laced with amusement and confusion

"We agreed Trev would stay out 'till 6 so I could pull this off." You both sat up so Trevor could join you guys on the couch

“Yeah, it’s 6.04. I gave you 4 extra minutes which is a lot considering I wanted to barge in here for the past 15 minutes.”

“You waited outside for 15 minutes before coming in?” a shy smile adorning your lips

“Yeah. Duh."

Jamie and you made the same face. Head tilted slightly to the right, eyebrows a bit furrowed.

“What? I was excited, two of my favourite people are getting married. Or maybe getting married? You said yes right? Cause if you didn’t it would be weird since you both haven’t let go of each other. Anyways I didn't wanna ruin the moment in case he hadn't asked yet.”

You hadn’t left Jamie’s embrace yet since he pulled you in after he proposed and his arms squeezing you told you he wouldn’t let you go any time soon which you had already guessed especially when you both had sat up and he still hadn't let go.

"I said yes." Trevor squealed. He actually squealed and neither you nor Jamie were expecting it.

"So when is the wedding? Did he give you a whole speech? Did she cry? Show me the ring." The questions made your head spin as you were trying to keep up with the adult bouncing around the living room.

"Buddy calm down I just proposed, we haven't even called my mom yet. And I gave the speech last night because I didn't want to make it obvious that I was gonna propose." At his admission, you whipped your head around to look at him.

"That was your speech? J. that was so sweet, and I did cry. But how could I not when your words meant the world to me." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you turned to Trevor holding your hand out to show him the ring.

He held on to your hand as he fanned his face looking like a wine aunt at a family gathering. An emerald stone sat in the middle of a silver band which had diamonds in it all the way around, next to the green stone sat 2 smaller diamonds on both sides. It was a beautiful ring, and when Jamie said he was gonna go all out with the proposal ring he meant it.

You took your hand back as Jamie asked you to remind him to call his mom. Before turning back to Trevor to ask what he wanted for dinner as you were cooking, you kept your gaze on Jamie's face and placed a kiss on his cheek "I forgot to tell you, but thank you for remembering about my Grandma's ring." He responded with a smile and kiss on your forehead.

When your Grandma passed away, your mom kept her ring not giving it to you even if it was one of your late Grandma's wishes. She claimed it wasn't in her will and therefore it wasn't something official, Jamie remembered how upset you were about it as she meant a lot to you so when he went ring shopping and saw the ring with the emerald stone he knew it was the one, the picture of your Grandma's emerald wedding ring engraved in his brain.

Trevor cleared his throat, making you both look at him "So when do I become an uncle?"

Jamie sighed, you hid your head in his chest "I'm not doing this." Jamie mumbled but by the laughter that was escaping from Trevor's mouth, you knew he had heard it.

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Hello, hello. This has been in the works for a couple of days, but I struggled with finishing it because school is kicking my ass. I managed tho.

Thanks for all the love on pt.1 it means a lot 😊

Feedback is appreciated, hope you guys enjoyed!

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chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16 · 2 months ago

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Day 10: Gems/Crystals of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

“Only a diamond can polish a diamond.”

The first time Chuuya heard the Boss say that, he thought it was the dumbest thing ever, according to his fifteen-year-old intelligence.

The Boss’ saying was only logical, once he read a geology book, and he didn’t understand why the Boss told him that until years later.

Before that time would come, however, he was told by Ane-san about his birthstone: a diamond as well.

Cue his hyperfixation on gems, jewels, crystals – you name it – which led to him being the operations overseer of the jewel trade at age sixteen.

He’d gone on a deep-dive into birthstones at one point, finding out that April had not only diamonds, but also white quartz. Pretty cool, having two.

But then, once he found out Dazai’s birthday, he went down another rabbit-hole and June having three – pearls, moonstones, and alexandrite – is not fair at all.

But he digresses. Most of the information he learned in those early years of being in the mafia is still stuck in his head, engraved to the point that he can’t stop thinking about the significance of those gemstones.

Pearls are simple, a standard of wealth but also a call toward innocence and purity. His partner was never a saint by any means, but there were moments where Chuuya saw the little kid come out in him, heart alight as he beat Chuuya in a game or gushed about his newfound special interest.

Chuuya always found moonstones to be interesting – a symbol for love and passion yet was named that way for its resemblance to the moon. He can’t help but find that it still represents Dazai, though. Despite what the man believes about himself, he’s a light in the darkness to some, like Chuuya and that weretiger kid.

And, deep down, Chuuya believes Dazai has a passion for life. Ironic, he knows, but after seeing the man at his worst and the things he’s gone through to try to do good, he deserves some credit. In the mafia, Dazai’s need to die felt more like a cry for help to understand himself.

There were moments when Chuuya saw the light in his eyes as he talked about his favorite things. Dazai had been searching the mafia for the reason he was still passionate about the world despite its atrocities.

And, finally, there’s alexandrite – the perfect stone for the mystery that is Dazai Osamu. A soft yet vibrant green or blue in the light and a strong red or purple in the dark. It truly matches Dazai. The pendant around his neck now speaks for it, a symbol towards his goal to help others on the good side. No more is the teen dressed in black, eyes a wicked red as he sowed chaos. That darkness still lurks beneath, but Chuuya believes in Dazai.

—

Dazai, not one to be outdone in knowledge, had also done his research on birthstones after Chuuya blabbed about it one day.

That’s when he’d stumbled upon April’s two birthstones out of sheer coincidence. By this time, he’d already heard Mori’s diamond quote, and he can admit it did suit their duo well, but especially Chuuya. The redhead was brilliant from day one, a beacon of potential and worth. Perhaps Dazai’s always admired that about Chuuya.

And the second stone, a white quartz, also fit Chuuya very well. A symbol of strength – which, of course, Chuuya very much is – but also a stone to purify negative energy. Dazai doesn’t believe in the powers of gemstones but the white quartz does paint Chuuya’s vibe well.

Dazai could always count on Chuuya to clear the metaphorical clouds around him. Teasing the redhead always puts a positive spin on Dazai’s day, after all.

The white quartz is also called a moon quartz, and isn’t that just coincidentally strange that they technically both have moon-related gems in their birthstones?

He supposes they really could be one soul in two bodies, an inseparable bond that will never let them truly escape the other.

#soukoku #dazai x chuuya #skktober #skk #day 10 #malaikawrites

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gamerbearmira · 10 months ago

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Diamond au -

So, I caught up on some more scenes from the show (Mostly just the diamond scenes and wiki) and here's what I got.

(So, the diamonds in the show typically run their own colony on a certain planet. The Diamonds used their essence to create new Gems, who would become subordinates and dedicated their lives in the name of their Diamond. Gems were distinguished by the diamond emblem on their uniform, corresponding to the color of the Diamond they served.

In order to expand the Gem race, the Diamonds took control of celestial bodies for colonization purposes. This would allow Gems to be mass-produced by utilizing outside resources. Each Diamond owned specific colonies and was in charge of making sure they were successful. Gems produced on a specific Diamond's colony was under their control; for instance, Gems produced on Earth belonged to Pink.)

I decided to change some things around a bit-

Gems naturally burst out of any planet (Ones not known to man) and are basically like babies. They somehow naturally know how to talk and are fully grown but that's as far as intelligence goes and height goes.

What do the diamonds do when that happens?

They teach morals, do's & don't do's, right from wrong, etc. They also help their colonies in a certain area they lack. (The "kids" help as well.)

Which diamond "owns" a colony?

Magenta, Blue, Yellow, and green do. The grand-diamonds are in training (if they want to be) or just don't feel like having that sort of responsibility yet.

Yellow/Pepa helps with the weather because the planet her colony belongs to has horrendous weather conditions. If she isn't managing it, her colony suffers.

Blue and violet/Isabela help with flora and medicine. Isa creates the plants and flowers needed and Blue uses her natural ability to create medicine. She also teaches her colony how to do it as well.

The diamond adults do "own" a certain colony on a certain planet. But they aren't all that authoritarian at all. While the Diamonds continue to rule over Home world, they allow every Gem to live freely the way they want without judgment or punishment. Gems are free to fuse with whoever they please, and the caste system was dismantled so that no Gem is better than another.

Home world has some kind of democracy, meaning the Diamonds, despite retaining a level of importance on Home world, allow Gems to take charge as leaders of their kind through elections.

The diamonds don't see any non-gem life form as inferior, but more interesting. Humans are mainly a curiosity to them, but they see how humans...are mainly hostile to anything different from them (especially to each other) and don't feel like interacting at all.

As far as interactions go when it comes to earth is just watching things called "movies", just to look at certain cultures and behaviors, fashion, and way of life.

Magenta/Alma doesn't like the word "own". It seems a bit rude to say she owns something when she had no control over when or how gems came to be.

So, she instead uses the word "care". Because that's technically what she and her "kids" do. They care for their colonies as long as they need to.

Young diamonds typically explore their "parents" gem worlds. Having fun, making friends & what not.

Certain gems/crystals found on their planets:

Pepa's planet - Golden Barites, Golden Beryl's, Golden south sea pearls, Heliodor's, Honey Calcites, Honey Topaz, Lemon Jades, Lemon quartz, and many more.

Bruno's planet - Jades, Tourmaline, Verdelite, October birthstone, Alexandrite, Malachite, Peridot, Sapphire, Apatite, Chrysoberyl, and many more.

Julieta's planet - Blue agate, Apatite, Azurite, Aquamarine, Benitiote, Blue Chalcedony, Chrysocolla, Dumortierite, Blue fluorite, and many more

Alma's planet - Padparadscha sapphire, Rubellite Tourmaline, Ruby, Spine, Watermelon Tourmaline, and Viva magenta.

The grand-diamonds don't have gems to look after yet but they do have planets to watch over. Each planet is similar to their colors/name. It's truly boring for them so they don't spend their time watching them much.

I searched up "planet that rains diamonds" and I found out that Neptune, Uranus, Saturn, Jupiter are rumored to have natural diamonds. So, that's where Alma, the triplets, and the grandkids came from.

The triplets came from Saturn, Alma came from Neptune, and the grandkids are from Jupiter.

Also, Antonio's name in this au is Apricot. It's cute and it has 'A' in front of it, so it fits. I

SO COOOOOLLL ‼️‼️‼️

W Diamonds for at the very least being decent gems 😭 give them mfs some sense of self, so at least there’s that. Planets are super cool 🤭🤭 also the fact that the grandkids find watching their plants boring is. So funny. Like there’s basically nothing on them, so it!s understandable 😭

Using plants that rain diamonds honestly makes a lot of sense. ALSO APRICOT LETS GOOOO 🤠🤠🤠

While not a dictator or authoritarian, I think Alma just has a very misleading face 💀

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto Pedro #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #encanto pepa #encanto felix #encanto bruno #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #diamonds au

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nanabrainrot · 2 years ago

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Companion Dog

Summary: A companion dog is the most important dog of all.

Eduardo “Lalo” Salamanca/F!Reader

Warnings for unhealthy relationship dynamics, dehumanization of female partner, toxic thinking

Your warm skin, 98 degrees of homeostasis and hot blood running through your veins, each pump of your heart was a hum of an angel because it meant you lived today too. It was not tasking for Lalo to work as he did; he was a Salamanca, like a herding dog bred to chase sheep he was bred for this lifestyle.

He wondered sometimes what you had been bred for.

Maybe you were bred for him? Like a commissioned litter from a backyard breeder? Did he pray so hard in his Christian phase as a tween for purpose in life, you had been born? He liked to think so, the idea of your life being for him alone. A not far off delusion from the outsider looking in, like a museum attendee trying desperately to analyze an abstract painting by assigning it a deep meaning.

There was no deeper tie in your relationship: you lived for him. You were bred for him. These many years of marriage, toting you to and fro in hotels and cars like a dog in a purse without so much as a bark of complaint made some men huff in envy. A beautiful pedigree companion, groomed to perfection, deeply loyal, and living in servitude. A yank at the collar was not necessary, a whistle or snap of the fingers enough to gain his pet’s full attention.

Companion dog is a dog that is bred for no other purpose but to be a lap dog. He had wondered a lot about getting a dog, a big one with gnashing teeth and a gutteral growl to accompany him and have you coo over. No, he would never let your attention sway from him. Your gaze was unmoving, dead set ahead and rarely acknowledging any movement in the many years you had been with him. He was jealous, possessive, and ill-tempered; your general aura of indifference made you a hot topic for flirtations, your stoic expression in deep contrast to his gleeful composition.

You were too pretty to share, every thought of sharing you inciting deep hate in his belly. Your belly swollen with a child made him hot with hate, imagining a baby getting to grow with you every moment and being one with you, replacing him as the most important being in your life.

No babies, no pets, and today, his companion dog is lying on her back begging for companionship. Your face obscured by some flyaway hairs, body framed by jersey sheets, and nightgown pressed tight to your flesh.

A dog. Man’s best friend. Unbridled loyalty, a life centered around pleasing your master and founded on devotion with no other purpose than to warm his bed and coo over him.

“You’ve been out all day,” you whined, reaching out for him with that beautiful french acrylic, four fingers painted with the letters spelling “LALO” on both hands framed by your pinky and thumb with hearts. Earrings of his initials, the anklet with his name, the bracelet with the date of your anniversary, the choker with his birthstone, all of you painted by possession. His stomach churns with pride and desire at the sight of your ring finger, decked with an enormous diamond worth more than some houses.

“I thought of you the whole day,” he purred, sitting at the side of the bed to stroke her face with his thumb, holding it tenderly. She grinned, white teeth blinding.

“Really?”

“Of course. Did you think of me?”

“I only think of you,” she smiled.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, drawing closer, wrapping arms around his middle.

Eye candy, a companion dog with no higher purpose like a herding dog, a hunting dog, a K-9 sniffer, or a guard dog. This was your purpose: give him undivided unconditional love and no more. The ring finger reflects the dim ambient light for a moment, the universe’s confirmation of the physicality of her markers of possession. Her dog collars.

A companion dog, Lalo would argue, serves a more important purpose than any working dog ever could.

#lalo x reader #lalo x you #eduardo salamanca x reader #eduardo salamanca x you #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca x you #nana writes #nana writes bcs #thinking so hard of him rn w my mind w my MIND

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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago

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I am curious to know, do you think rockstar!Eddie gave nepo!baby push presents with all of the girls and if so what would they be👀👀

yes and I haven’t elaborated much besides a few things bc here’s the thing: as much as yes, he’d spare no expense like the more expensive it it doesn’t mean it’s better for her. like shes got everything, grew up with everything she ever wanted, and money just isn’t gonna impress her. out buying or stupid shit like that she’ll just be like… ok???

it has to be something sentimental ya know? so I’ve said eddie started getting the flowers pressed and framed from the three wedding bouquets and then kept it going with the baby shower ones too. I really think each girl would have a different flower and then eddie gets it pressed bc he’s sappy and sweet and she decorates her office with them. they just mean the world to her bc they’re preserved and just remind her of the important dates.

I think he’d get her something unique after they decide to start naming the girls after places that they were conceived.

like he’s insane so he bought the ‘return of persephone’ painting bc some art gala person told him it signified a bond between a mother and daughter so he was sold pretty easily lmao. proudly told you that and it’s hung up in your living room (bc I really picture the house to have like a dark art deco kinda vibe a little eclectic).

for kensington, the inspiration came later. you were always saying you wanted to remodel the backyard and have it look brighter. more homey now that you had babies. so he learned that kensington palace was famous for its gardens, and he found the plants that they had and had it replicated (on a very tiny scale) in the back yard. forget me nots, tulips, dahlias, lavender all planted in rows that mimicked the gardens and lining a little path. it’s still there today even as the kids are grown.

for the twins… it was fucking hard lol. bc italy is gorgeous but it’s really difficult. he ended up getting a gold necklace with four tiny pendants (added two more for the other girls later) each with their birthstones made in italy. it was a finer and pricier item but you loved it. you still wear it a lot.

zahra was easier bc eddie quite literally bought the egyptian perfume for you in bulk lol.

vega was the hardest for eddie bc it was your last baby. he decided to take your wedding band, and have the birthstones of the girls added a long with diamonds to fill in the rest. it wasn’t the best, in his opinion, but you thought it was sweet bc it was more symbolic and touching.

those are just a few 🫶

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson

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multifandominfj · 1 year ago

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Five: Asking Permission

Heading over to her bedside dresser, she opens the top drawer. Upon doing so, she moves aside some shirts and a few socks. What emerged: a small box that was a familiar shade of sea foam teal that was made synonymous with Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Lena then walks back over to the three, anxiously waiting.

“Is that…” Kelly nearly drops her coffee.

“Yep.” Lena started to blush even harder this time.

“Can I see it?” Esme’s eyes sparkled as she asked.

Lena crouches to her God daughter’s level. Inside the box, a simple silver band with alternating diamonds with Kara’s birthstone: Sapphire.

“Lena, this is gorgeous. Kara is going to not only be surprised, and practically fly into the sun…but she’s going to be so happy.” Kelly envelopes her friend in the warmest congratulatory hug.

“Thanks.” Bash fully curling some hair behind her ear, Lena turned to Alex. “I know this looks sudden, and…”

Before Lena could even finish her speech, Alex, with the biggest, teary-eyed smile, was hugging her future sister in law, “You absolutely have my permission. After everything you and Kara went through, even that period of time where it felt like you two were on opposite sides of the world after what happened at the Fortress, your friendship and love prevailed. And over these past few months, I’ve seen how happy Kara has been. I know she has her person, and I’m so glad that person is you.”

“I—I don’t know what to say. I give you my word that with every ounce of my being, and with a little magic here and there, I promise to love and cherish her.” At this point Lena couldn’t stop smiling.

“Does this mean I get to be your flower girl?!” Esme bounced with anticipation.

“It does indeed.” Lena could definitely see Esme’s enthusiasm resembling Kara’s. “Question…How do I get to Argo City? I can’t really ask Kara without raising suspicions.”

“J‘on.” Alex and Kelly say in unison.

“You also have to tell Aunt Nia, Uncle Brainy, Grandma and Aunt Sam.” Esme lists off analytically.

“Clark too.” Alex realized.

“I feel like getting a blessing from Kara’s other family may prove difficult. But I’m not going to let that stop me.” A quick glance at her watch. “Speaking of, if this going to happen, I need to hit the road.

“Why don’t we hit the Tower? Three people you need to ask are already there, and J’onn could take you to Argo City after.” Alex suggested, already helping Esme with her coat.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Kelly was beaming with excitement.

“Loving the energy.” Lena chuckled, locking the door, then headed out of the apartment to begin the next step of this magical journey. Not only did Lena have to ask everyone in their immediate friend group, from stories Kara had told her…She had a lot of other fellow “Super Friends” to ask as well.

Here is Chapter Five! I know it’s a bit short, but who knows…might have a surprise up my sleeve. 😏

#supercorp endgame #supergirl cw #supercorp #supergirl #katie mcgrath #lena luthor #kara x lena #melissa benoist #kara danvers #fanfiction #fanfic #future writers in the writers room #author in the making #my otp #they own my heart #queer writers #power couple

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unholy-screeching9 · 2 years ago

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NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

💋

King Dice x Reader Wedding Day Headcanons

King Dice x Reader Wedding Day Headcanons (GAME)

You’re getting married to King Dice? Get ready for the biggest wedding in all of the Inkwell Isles. He and the Devil even close the casino for the occasion.

Dice wants this wedding to revolve completely around you, so every decision in the wedding is left to you. The menu, the decor, the location, the table arrangements, the cake, your attire, HIS attire, all of it. Cost means nothing.

Sure, he’s with you when you make these decisions (aside from your outfit. It’s bad luck after all!) but he wants YOU to have the wedding of your dreams. To see you happy, makes him the happiest die in the world.

You end up wanting him to choose his own attire, but you let him know to go big. He certainly doesn’t need to be told twice.

He ends up choosing a white undershirt with a lavender bow tie, a royal purple vest with detailed embroidery, and an extravagant tailcoat fit for a true king. The coat is whiter than snow, complete with golden epaulets, and buttons lining from the collarbone to the waist. His slacks and shoes are similar to his normal attire, but the rest of the outfit makes up for that.

And your ring? He had it custom-made. The band is rose gold, and shaped beautifully into a string of leaves at the top, leaving space for an exquisite 4 carat diamond, surrounded by tiny specks of your birthstone.

His ring is similar, being rose gold in color with a large diamond in the center. Small bits of the ring are shaped to act as little leaves surrounding the stone, and all along the center of the band, tiny diamonds are encrusted inside.

And when the big day comes? The moment you’re finally revealed in your wedding attire as you walk up the aisle? The King stares at you in utter infatuation, each click of your shoes sounding in rhythm with his pounding heartbeat.

Dice can’t help but smile warmly at you, tears of joy leaking from his green eyes. He doesn’t bother to wipe them.

He wouldn’t want to make it obvious to everyone that he was crying, and he knew that the moment he wiped the existing tears away, they would be replaced in seconds.

Your wedding is the first time you ever see Dice cry, and that’s enough to move you to tears as well.

You can barely believe how lucky you are to have him. There are countless souls in the Isle who have dreams of kissing your spouse, and equally as many who wish him dead.

Neither of you could give a damn.

You’re the only one Dice would kiss from now on. Not even a soul contract would sway him from his loyalty to you. He is yours, and you are his. And that day, it would become official.

The ceremony goes by without a hitch. Dice takes both of your hands in his as the officiant makes their speech. He locks eyes with you and doesn’t dare look away, getting lost in your pupils.

It’s enough to turn up the waterworks again. Words can’t describe how much this man adores you, and how happy you made him when you actually agreed to marry him.

On the other hand, you’re in awe that a man like him, someone who could charm anyone he wants and leave them begging for more, chose you. You, of all people.

You wonder if this truly is the right decision for him, and a part of you worries that he may find a mistake in this marriage and leave without looking back.

Dice senses your worry, and his heart cracks a little at the knowledge that you feel that way about yourself. He slips your wedding ring on your finger, cupping your face in his hand, and replies to the prompted question:

“I do.”

The conviction in his statement is enough to rip a happy sob from your throat. A tear leaks from your eyes, and Dice gently wipes it away, not wanting your makeup to be ruined. He smiles lovingly at you, running his thumb up and down your cheek in reassurance.

You lean into his touch, sniffling slightly and giving your own “I do” to the telltale question the officiant asks you.

Dice’s wedding ring is given to you. You slip it on his finger with care, just as he had done with your own.

The officiant pronounces your marriage. Dice is given permission to kiss you.

And he does. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he grabs your hand with his free one, and kisses you passionately.

Every single doubt in your mind fades away along with the sound of the audience clapping and cheering. It’s only you, and your husband. You press your hands to the side of his head, your thumbs lovingly running over his pips.

He shudders in response and deepens the kiss, silently promising you that he’ll give you the best night of your life.

His promise is kept later that night, in the hotel suite he booked for you both to stay in for your honeymoon.

“As beautiful as you look in these duds, doll, I think it’s about time we take them off.” Dice murmurs in your ear from behind you as he kicks the door to your room shut, running his hands along your shoulders as he slips off your wedding outfit piece by piece.

Unlike his usual work days, he isn’t rushed, and he wants to make this night extra special. He takes his time, neatly hanging everything in the provided closet until you are in nothing but your undergarments.

Dice walks back up to you, removing his gloves with his teeth and setting them off to the side before rubbing his bare hands up and down your sides, chuckling seductively as you shudder from his touch.

“Your skin is smoother than silk, darlin’. I can’t wait to mark it up.” Dice hums as he presses his lips onto yours, allowing you to start unbuttoning his vest.

He keeps the kiss going as he slowly removes his jacket, along with his vest once you finish. He sets the clothing aside with everything else while you cling to his side, undoing his tie and tossing it aside.

In response, Dice leans down and sucks on your collarbone, pulling you against him as he leaves numerous hickeys on your chest and neck.

The anticipation only makes you hungrier, quickly moving to unbutton his dress shirt. He laughs warmly above you, helping you out and unbuttoning it himself.

“Getting impatient, are we? Easy doll, we’re almost there.” He promises amusedly as he takes his dress shirt off along with his shoes and slacks, tossing them carelessly to the side.

He scoops you up, carries you to the bed and lays you down carefully before climbing over top of you, tugging at your underwear.

“These things always get in the way, don’t they…” he muses as he yanks them off and tosses them to the side, chuckling as you do the same with his own, his cock springing to life.

Your pupils dilate as you admire his length, feeling a bit of your juices leaking out of you. You shudder eagerly and reach up, wrapping your arms around him and digging your fingers into his shoulder blades. “Please…”

Dice grunts as he obliges your wishes, inserting himself inside your hole and letting you get adjusted to him.

Once he knows you’re ready, he’s thrusting slowly, taking his time to make sure he isn’t hurting you.

You groan in pleasure, begging him to go faster, your legs twitching. He complies with you, picking up the pace.

You moan louder as he starts to pound into you, digging your nails into his back, effectively leaving your mark on him.

“Fuck, my doll~” Dice groans into your ear. “Oh, darlin’, you feel incredible… I adore you…”

“Oh, King…” You murmur back, lifting your hands to rest on the side of his head, fingers touching his pips. “I’m yours… I’ll be so good to you-”

“FUCK-! Don’t move your hands!~” Dice suddenly shrieked in pleasure, crashing his lips onto yours as he rammed into you. It took you a minute to realize, but when it hit you, it hit HARD.

Dice has sensitive pips.

Using this knowledge to your advantage, you start to rub your fingers in the slight grooves on his head, taking immense satisfaction in your husband’s reaction.

“Ohhhh FUCK! PLEASE! DON’T STOP!!” Dice growls into your mouth, getting dangerously close “I’m close-!”

“KING!” You wail back, feeling yourself start to tighten around him “I’m gonna cum!~”

Dice buries his fist in your hair and groans loudly as he reaches his climax, his seed exploding inside of you prompting you to reach your own. You both cling to each other desperately as you start to catch your breath.

After a few minutes, Dice pulls himself out of you, grinning down at you in adoration as he cups your face. He presses a loving kiss to your forehead as he grabs a couple tissues and cleans up the mess.

“I love you so much, sugar.”

You think about those words, and you reminisce about the moment you both pronounced your love for each other during your wedding.

The memory makes you smile as tears well up in your eyes, and you wrap your arms around your husband, hugging yourself against him.

“I love you too, my King. Until death do us part.”

Dice lays down next to you, pulling you into his chest and wiping away your tears as fresh ones fill his own.

“Until death do us part, my love.”

King Dice x Reader Wedding Day Headcanons (SHOW)

You were overjoyed when King Dice, the greatest star in the Inkwell Isles, proposed to you after his most successful night on Roll the Dice.

You’re still in shock as you plan the wedding with him, barely able to keep up as he spouts ideas for the absolute perfect day. Even so, he’ll still ask for your input, wanting you to have the ceremony of your dreams.

Frankly, you don’t care about how the ceremony turns out. All you can think about is spending the rest of your days with the one you love most. So you leave most of the decisions to him.

Of course the man is going to spoil you. He brings you along to look at wedding venues with him, he takes you to the highest quality caterers in town to taste potential menu items, the jewelers, the bakery, you name it.

He buys you the most expensive ring the jewelers shop has: a golden ring sporting a 5 carat diamond in the center, many small black diamonds encrusted around the main jewel and adorning the center of the band. Dice also buys a ring in a similar style for himself, in a silver color.

The cake is almost as tall as you are, with 8 delicious tiers of various flavors. The outside is decorated with the most beautiful roses available, along with precise pipes of Swiss meringue buttercream icing.

He doesn’t want to risk seeing you choose your attire for the big day, so that decision is left to you. (He wants to be surprised!)

Meanwhile, Dice goes all out with his outfit: he wears his usual white undershirt, but instead of his purple vest, he dons a beautifully embroidered golden vest with white buttons. His tailcoat is white as paper, glistening with small sparks of glitter hidden throughout the fabric. His slacks and shoes are both white, with golden buttons and soles. On top of this, the King chooses a long, lavender cape that leaves a train behind him as he walks.

There’s not a single soul who isn’t in attendance at the wedding once the big day arrives. No one in their right mind would want to miss the event, it practically makes history.

King Dice is as nervous as can be. Up near the stage, he’s shifting in his spot, occasionally pulling at his collar, checking his watch. He wants everything to go by just right, and doesn’t want you to be disappointed. To have any doubts.

Oh Satan, what if you change your mind?!

Dice freezes as the music shifts, cueing your arrival. His gaze travels to the back of the venue and his heart stops as you step through the curtains, making your way up the aisle.

He forgets how to breathe. He forgets about literally everything else in the room. Dice is in a daze, watching you step closer and closer.

The tears start up instantly. Dice covers his mouth, choking out an elated sob, tears leaking from his eyes. Thank Satan he wore waterproof makeup.

Even so, he can’t bring himself to look away from you. His eyes memorize your form that very second. Your outfit. Your giddy expression. The way your hair is styled. Your eyes. Oh, my, your eyes.

You finally make your way up to the stage where he stands, and the sight of his tears is enough to break you as well. You hide your sob behind a laugh, grabbing his gloved hands and squeezing excitedly.

He squeezes back. He brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a loving kiss onto them as the officiant begins.

Neither of you even register what they say. You are too focused on each other. You feel your tears run down your cheeks as you fixate your eyes on Dice’s, not daring to break your stare. You have never seen him so… fulfilled.

Since you met him, you’ve always sensed the King was chasing something. No matter what he accomplished, he always looked for something more. Approval from his boss. His audience. You. There has always been something missing in his life.

Now, he found it.

You both go through your vows in a daze. You stumble slightly over your words, barely able to keep your composure. By the end you can barely finish, your voice laced with tears.

Dice almost misses his cue. His voice cracks. He speaks very fast, catches himself, and then drags out his words.

You both almost shout your ‘I do’s. You quickly slip Dice’s ring on his finger, giving his hand a loving squeeze. He slides your ring on your finger with utmost care, sealing the deal with another kiss to your knuckles. He grins down at you like a kid getting a puppy on Christmas. You return the smile.

You’re pronounced a married couple, and you’re given permission to kiss. Dice wastes no time.

Your husband quickly scoops you up in his arms, twirls you once for good measure, and crashes his lips onto yours, holding you tightly against his chest.

You desperately wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. A small whine escapes you, reminding him of just how you both were going to spend your first night on your honeymoon.

Dice preps you for the time of your life on the ride to your hotel room, his fingers finding their way to your ass, slipping inside. You cling onto him and bury your face in his bare chest, having unbuttoned his shirt for him as a head start. Your moans are muffled so the driver can’t hear.

Of course, Dice leans down and whispers seductively into your ear as he fucks you with his fingers: “Careful, dearie. We wouldn’t want to distract our driver. Be good and keep it down, and I’ll be sure to make it worth your while.”

The husk in his voice drives you insane, but you are determined to be good for him. You obey his request, and you even hold in your climax so you wouldn’t mess your outfits.

Dice keeps that in mind as he carries you up to your suite. With his lips locked onto yours, he kicks the door open and struts inside, nudging the door behind him shut as he walks to the bed with you.

Your clothes are off in one motion, discarded hastily in a pile on the floor. His clothes join you soon after.

Dice slips off your underwear along with his own, tossing them aside as he takes your legs and rests them on his shoulders.

“You’ve been so good for me, dolly. I can’t believe you were so patient… I think it’s time I give payment for your troubles.”

Before you can even respond, his face is buried between your legs. You screech in pleasure, your hand gripping the back of his head as he puts his mouth to work.

The slight moans of contentment you hear from him drive you insane. You lose your sense of control, and you end up cumming over his face. Quickly realizing your error, you spew out every apology in the book, but Dice simply chuckles from under you as he licks up your juices, cleaning himself up.

“I know you’re ashamed, sweetheart, but it’s quite alright. You taste so delicious, and that more than makes up for the mess.”

He removes your legs from his shoulders and turns you over on your stomach, slowly inserting his dick into your ass. He leans over your twitching form, purring into your ear: “You just say the word, my love. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“YES! King, please! Please fuck me!” You desperately moan, wanting him to help you chase your peak.

Dice obeys. He begins to thrust in and out of your ass, his form still leaning over your back as he sucks and bites on your skin. His free hand reaches your hair and gently pulls your head back, giving him leeway to your neck.

You are reduced to a moaning, twitching mess. Your hands grip the sheets underneath you as you screech loudly in pleasure, throwing your head back and moving your hips desperately to match his thrusts.

Your husband chuckles as he moves his hand around your neck, running his bare fingers along each muscle and vein. “You have such a beautiful neck, babydoll…”

He squeezes slightly, choking out a pleasantly surprised squeak from you. Curious, Dice experiments as he starts pounding into you. He’ll wait a moment, and squeeze again, getting increasingly turned on at each shriek you make.

“KING-! King, I’m close-!!”

“Just a little while longer sugar, and I promise I’ll let you cum…” Dice mutters as he picks up his pace, ramming his hips against yours in an effort to chase his own release.

Minutes later, you hear Dice growl loudly: “CUM FOR ME, DOLL!~”

Screaming in ecstasy, you obey his command, shuddering as you reach your orgasm. You groan loudly as you feel your juices burst from your genitals and run down your thighs.

Your scream is enough to push Dice over the edge, and he shouts happily as he explodes into you, stuffing you full with his seed.

As you both catch your breath, Dice examines his handiwork, fingers running over each hickey he left on your beautiful shoulders and neck. He pulls out, turns you over, and cleans you up, licking and sucking up every last drop of cum until he’s sure you’re clean.

He then collapses beside you, panting heavily, gazing at you lovingly.

Blissfully content at the feeling of being filled to the brim and being cleaned up like that, you shift on your side, snuggling against him as he wraps an arm around your form.

“You’re my missing piece, sweetheart. I adore you, and I promise you I will love you until the day I die.”

You choke out an elated sob at his declaration, turning his face towards you and pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

Once you pull away, you grab his hand, running your thumb over his ring. You look into his eyes, smiling widely as you finally give him your reply:

“I will always be yours, King. I love you.”

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Ethan's Basic Info

Name: Ethan Dombrowski

Ok, I both did and didn't struggle with coming up with potential faceclaims for Ethan. I had no idea where to even start with looking for faceclaims for him for specific decades - I just don't think that I have that broad of a knowledge of actors lol. So, instead, I've split it into actors who I think capture more of how I imagine his physical appearance to be (Heath Ledger & Johnny Depp - both mostly for the hair, let's be real haha), and actors who I think could really capture the lovably chaotic vibe he brings to the table (Matthew Lillard & Milo Manheim). Unconventional - but then again, so is he, so I think it works lmao.

Nicknames: As much as he loves to dish nicknames out to other people, he's never really been given one himself. I mean, his parents didn't even think to give him a middle name - expecting them to be creative enough to come up with a nickname was a bit of a stretch. He would get called his surname in school quite a bit (mostly if he was getting in trouble), but other than that he usually just gets 'Ethan'. If anything, I think his abundance of nicknames for others is just making up for the lack of his own. I like to think he's just waiting for the right person to come along and drop one on him though hehe.

Age: 20

Date of Birth: 4th of April (which is very helpful for him, because 4.4.44 is a ridiculously easy birthday for his pea-sized brain to remember)

Zodiac: Aries

Birthstone: Diamond

Nationality: American and Polish

Sexuality: He doesn't care about labels - he'll sleep with anyone that breathes in his direction...within reason lmao

Birthplace: A rusty trailer home in Tallahassee, Florida

Current Residence: A slightly less rusty trailer home in St Petersburg, Florida

Occupation: Production Assistant and Sound Engineer in the TV & film industry, and the entertainment coordinator for a local bar. He's also (according to Mick) a professional idiot.

Talents/Skills: Playing the guitar, flipping beer mats, putting together flat-pack furniture (because he's the monkey they apparently wrote the instructions for - Miles' words, not mine), doing god-awful impressions, giving inanimate objects personalities, and, despite his deep-rooted clumsiness, he's pretty good on a skateboard.

Birth Order: Youngest of two

Siblings: His older sister, Billie (27)

Parents: Dominik Alfred Dombrowski (deceased) & Nadia Ruth Dombrowski

New Family: Hendrix, his rescue dog, and the closest thing he thinks he'll ever get to a stable family unit. He says he's a black lab for ease, but he only looks like a black lab if you squint and tilt your head; in reality, he's a mutt that the rescue shelter couldn't even pin down to any particular breed - that's part of what made Ethan so drawn to him though: they're both as misunderstood in the world as each other. In terms of human family though, his aunt (Janis) and uncle (Ford) took him in after everything went to shit with his parents - and although he doesn't see much of them anymore, it's comforting to know that he does have some sort of a real support system to count on if he were to need it.

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Height: 5' 7'' (so many of the actors I picked as his faceclaims are tall, so I tried to make it work for a while, but I just couldn't - he's just got such chaotic little-shit/confident short-king energy in my mind lmao)

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses: He probably needs glasses, but he doesn't care enough to go get an eye test

Distinguishing features: Dimples, a burn scar on his right thumb from messing around with a lighter, a scar on his left wrist he usually hides with a bunch of bracelets/wrist bands, and a lot of really dumb tattoos.

Mannerisms: He's always fidgeting - like always. It doesn't matter if it's with a paper straw wrapper, the end of one of his many wristbands, or the piece of skin next to his nail - he'll even bounce his leg if it comes down to it; he just always needs to be moving in some capacity. He's pretty intense with holding eye contact in conversations too (despite them being half-closed 90% of the time) - and the concept of personal space is totally lost on him.

Health: Mild insomnia and depression. His drug habits also aren't the healthiest, but it's not like he's gonna go to get himself checked out; what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

Hobbies: Playing the guitar (what he spends the majority of his free time doing), walking Hendrix, making terrible decisions, dragging Miles into those terrible decisions (either to join in, or get him out of trouble), napping anywhere and everywhere, collecting cool lighters, smoking weed, getting spontaneous tattoos, thrifting bizarre items of clothing, eating Mexican food, and losing himself in an album for 45 minutes. and annoying the shit out of Mick

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): Probably his lack of drive. Whilst how laidback and carefree he is about life can be a great thing most of the time, it does make him feel kind of empty sometimes not having a goal to reach, or some kind of direction he wants to take his life in. Yeah, it makes life a lot less stressful just living it day to day - not having any responsibilities, or commitments to obsess over - but without any sense of ambition it can start to feel a little…pointless, I guess.

Best quality (in their opinion): His ability to find the fun in any situation. He was dealt a pretty shitty hand in life, but he's never let it get him down. Sure, he may not always cope with it in the healthiest way, but he is coping - thriving, in fact. He floats through life without a care in the world, and will happily toss a pool noodle to anyone that needs one so they can join him. He's optimistic, and authentic, and downright stupid sometimes, but it's those qualities that help people see the bright side in hopeless situations; he draws the fun to the surface, and helps you focus on the simple joys life has to offer, without letting the weight of your troubles drag you down.

Biggest fear: Clowns are his big one - and always the answer if anyone asks. But if he's being totally honest (which is almost never when it comes to serious stuff like this), then it's ending up like his parents. He has a handful of fond memories of his family growing up - his older sister probably has more since she was around for more of the good years - but his unplanned arrival stretched the family's already tight budget razor thin, and it didn't take long for things to go to shit as a result. His dad never had a particularly strong resolve (something he's paranoid about having inherited), and so when things got hard, his already established relationship with drugs became less casual, and more heavily reliant. When the tamer stuff didn't cut it anymore, he turned to the harder stuff, and when the harder stuff stopped helping him feel better - he stopped feeling anything at all. Ethan's mom took her husband's accidental overdose hard, but she found being a single mother even harder. And whilst Ethan knew she was struggling, he's still struggling to forgive her for shutting down on her kids in the way she did. Yeah, fine, lose your job and sleep on the couch all day, ignore your children for days on end - whatever you needed to do to get by - but go out to get your latest fix and go down for 15 years for manslaughter? …That's asking a lot. Like it was mentioned earlier, with his parents out of the picture, his aunt and uncle took him and his sister in, and whilst they might not be the greatest role models themselves in terms of addictive vices, they at least showed him how to open his mind in a safe, supervised environment. Yes, numbing his brain to keep out the bad thoughts is an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it's also beautifully freeing - and there's a lot of fun to be had if you know what's safe and what kind of high you're looking for (which, thanks to his aunt's guidance, he always does). He has a great set of friends keeping him on the straight and narrow now, and his lawyer sister clearly turned her equally shitty hand in life around, but that nagging paranoia about screwing his life up like his old folks did still haunts his thoughts in the wee hours of the morning when he can't get his brain to fall asleep… But that's way too deep and depressing, so he'll stick with clowns - or Miles telling him he's found a new best friend 😢

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor (it was between that or Hufflepuff, but I think he's too recklesss and overbearing to be a Hufflepuff haha)

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Cookies 'n Cream

Favourite Colour: Green - but he can be very easily swayed; he thinks they're all fun

Favourite Number: 420 babyyyyy 😎🍃🔥💨🤪💯

Favourite Movie: Wayne's World or the live action Scooby Doo - but his Wet Side Story universe pick would be A Bucket of Blood

Favourite Songs: Ok, this is a really tough category for him, because he has a very deep appreciation for a very broad spectrum of music genres. But, a (slightly) narrowed down list would probably look something like: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Creep by Radiohead, Enter Sandman by Metallica, Hotel California by the Eagles, Vienna by Billy Joel, Does Your Mother Know by ABBA, Happy Together by The Turtles, Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts, Fight For Your Right by the Beastie Boys, The Muppet Show theme song & Hurricane by Bridgit Mendler

A place they want to visit: Niagara Falls - purely because he wants a souvenir t-shirt

#I finally did it!#it's probably wayyy too detailed #but I just had so much fun putting it together I couldn't help myself lol #I'm starting to get a real soft spot for him #he feels like a scrawny little baby bird I need to nurture and protect lmao #ok - i think that's my cue to get to bed hahaha #Ethan

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