#even though they refuse to be in the same building as their abuser ever again

[nenoname]

With Stan constantly wanting Dipper to not take his shit and him relating to the Duchess, it really feels like Stan is projecting his wish of wanting to stand up against his own dad....

And while Stan always internalised the things Filbrick said to him, the fact that Stan decided to get that "daddy issues" book shows he's definitely aware he has major issues™️ so maybe one day he'll make progress...

(+ bonus Stan relating too much to Dipper and being painfully aware that he's putting them in danger...)

(Filbrick's impact on Stan post, Soos the Sonployee post)

[kaisaerinlover]

tw: mention of abuse

michael kaiser’s birthday, the twelfth to be precise, marked the first time he ever did something for himself. it’s when his life really began, when he finally started the long path of living for himself instead of just to serve as a punching bag for his piece of shit dad. a day when he became more than just a remnant of everything his mother left behind after she abandoned the small family that she began to build.

and now his twenty first birthday marks a new change in his life too. nine years after the fact. christmas means nothing to kaiser, so it means nothing to you too. kaiser doesn’t like getting gifts, they’re worthless to him. he has enough money, and was never taught how to react. but you are a gift within yourself, maybe the first one that he ever received. he knows he doesn’t know to act with you either, the same sadness he feels when he receives a present from somebody washing over him every time he mistreats you, his best gift. you’re the best thing within the possession of his cold hands and even colder heart; he swears he loves you. he loves you so much, you are everything and nothing all at once, he just can’t help himself.

he never gives himself a rest; after all, holidays are worthless to him. he doesn’t do christmas festivities, maybe he’ll take you to one of the many christmas markets berlin has to offer to get yourself some nice things, a sweet outing. a weak and cowardly apology for all the bad he does to you. he’s a fucking coward, he knows it. he can’t cover your bruises and cracks with cold hard cash forever, but you won’t care, you love him too. that’s the only festivity he doesn’t refuse to participate in. no rest and no breaks - he only has time for practice on christmas.

training in the empty club facility when everyone else is at home with their families, their wives, parents, hell some of his teammates have began building families already. he could never do that though, kaiser is a vindictive man; don’t let any of these words fool you into believing he is anything but evil and manipulative. kaiser knows himself what type of person he is. he knows he’s scum of the earth, but for the most part he simply doesn’t care. one of the very small amount of considerate things he has done is decide to not have children. he doesn’t want to hurt his own child someday, doesn’t want to have you pack up and leave just like his mother. doesn’t want to subject anyone to the torment he grew up with all those years ago. he only thinks he can’t fix all of the bad caused by his brutish nature to you with cash because even after almost a decade of being away from the shithead he’s forced to call his father, he still isn’t fully healed. hell, that’s why he takes it out on you so much. he kicks the ball extra hard at the thought of that. he’s a real piece of work, and if he wasn’t so selfish, he would leave you. it’s best for you anyway.

on the walk home in the snow he ponders hard. he didn’t want kids, so why did he allow himself a girlfriend. kaiser is a selfish man, he’s a really fucking disgusting person (don’t doubt it, seriously) so why is he indulging himself with you? he’s not quite sure himself, he also refuses to acknowledge the warmth that grew and expanded since he met you and passed time with you. he didn’t drive today, the streets are cold and quiet and he likes the alone time. the winter is cold and lonely, a fitting sentiment for him. solitude matches him the best, which again leads to the question, why does he indulge himself in you so much? he’s trudging through the snow on the path, fresh snow. pure white and innocent snow. it reminds him of you. you’re so sweet, pliable, innocent. everything he isn’t. every crunch he hears from under his boots, every piece of dirt he imagines he’s leaving in his trail; it reminds him of you. how he’s so scared to corrupt you. but he only thinks of the negatives and never the positives. stupid micha, doesn’t he realise the snow is still falling? fresh snow covering his tracks, covering the dirt and cleansing all of the bad - of course he doesn’t think of that, this man is so in his head!

stepping into the warmth of his lavish house is liberating. a stark contrast from the cold nonstop nipping at his nose. the man is white as the snow outside, his face probably looks ridiculously red. he lazily kicks off his boots and unzips his coat and tosses it across one of the stools for the kitchen island; you’ll clean it up anyway, you always do.

he glances at your empty cup on the island. it’s cute and pink, like you. you’re so sweet. but he’s a little disheartened, you’re probably asleep already. he glances at the grandiose clock you insisted you had to buy for the kitchen which sits on the wall above a picture of you two sitting next to each other. it’s 11pm, he didn’t realise it was so late. no wonder he’s so worn out. he lazily crosses off the 24th before he trudges upstairs and goes to bed. he smiled a bit when he did, you decorated the 25th with such cute stickers and a big pink heart drawn around it. you’d never forget his birthday, even if he wanted you to oh so desperately. sweet angel that you are.

he strips and flops into bed next to you, feeling your warmth and gentle breathing is enough to lull him to sleep instantaneously. he’ll shower in the morning, he can’t be fucking bothered right now; cut him some slack too, it’s his birthday!

as soon as you hear him snore you jolt up. michael kaiser you will not escape your birthday, you promise him that in your head. missing christmas is a crime in itself that maybe you can let slide (well not really, he always indulges you and lets you put up a few decorations around the house. but you digress.)

you work yourself tirelessly putting up birthday decorations and getting the food you had baked by a pretty expensive baker a few days ago for him, and you also baked him a cake yourself. you’re surprised he didn’t notice the white boxes in the fridge, but honestly christmas season is when he stresses himself out the most with soccer; so it doesn’t surprise you the more you think about it. he must be really tired ‘cause you almost fell down trying to hang up the big ribbon banner at least five times and not once was he awoken by the nuances of the night caused by your sub par decorating abilities.

kaiser is awoken suddenly, and he jolts up confused and (embarrassingly) a bit frightened. but he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees your big eyes in front of his face blinking. he’d be a bit alarmed if it was anyone else but you’ve always been a bit of an odd one, so he just brings his hand up to lightly pet your cheek as he yawns. “morning engel, why are you all up in my face, it’s too early” his voice is really hot after he’s just woken up, you observe. “micha, it’s your birthday” you say in an oh so monotone voice. he knows it’s his birthday, so why are you telling him this?

his question is answered when you throw yourself on the bed out of his face in exhaustion and he sees what you’ve done to your shared room. balloons and a nice happy birthday banner across the wall directly infront of your bed, ribbons everywhere, sweetly wrapped gift boxes and a bowl of his favourite garlic bread rust sitting next to a birthday cake and cupcakes. he’s actually in awe, like, really. he doesn’t know how to react at all. he just looks at your form flopped down on the bed in exhaustion and feels even worse seeing the bruises he’s left on you before, feels even more guilty for all the harsh obscenities he’s shouted at you more times than any normal person would like to admit. he swallows the build up of saliva caught in his mouth he didn’t even realise was there.

“das alles ist für mich...? du hast das getan...?” he swallows again. his throat is so dry, his voice shakes a little. he really can’t believe it. he is showered in love every day by adoring fans and the whole nation of germany. the whole world for that matter, he’s one of the best players of today. he’s a prodigy, a gem, a talent and everything else synonymous to this. yet all the love and adoration thrown at him by all of these people cannot even compare even by a tiny fraction to your love. your adoration. the way you cherish him. he’s so blessed, he never believed in gods before, he believes in the impossible but not those types of things. he’s not a follower he’s a leader, he is the only god. but jesus fucking christ, god has to be real. you must be one of his angels, he swears it. you’re way too fucking good to be true.

you prop yourself up on your elbows to answer him, “ja, who else?” and kaiser’s eyes seriously water, he’s not even the emotional type, but he’s a bit moved. he also tries to uphold that stoic front of his, but man, he’s just so affected by this. in a good way; at least he thinks it’s good. he just can’t hold it anymore and shifts to pin you down to the bed and kiss your face all over. he feels even more bad about the black eye he gave you too. you’re too good for him, you really are. he feels his heart clench a bit; an unknown sensation. he loves you so much, he really does, and he knows he’s so disgusting sometimes and he doesn’t show it, but he promises he does. he shoves his tongue down your throat and grips your wrists so tight they could shatter, but he doesn’t care. he’s so fucking in love with you, you’re so fucking sweet. you’re panting for air and you’re seriously in pain from his rough display of love, but when are you not hurt by this man? you are light and he is dark, you are an angel and he’s the sin of man embodied. you are every single good thing in this universe and he is the complete opposite. you both acknowledge this, and usually he relishes in the dynamic. but he feels so guilty. you’re as sweet as sugar. he’s kissing you so hungrily; as if he wants to eat you.

when he finally pulls away, he’s hovering over you. his hair is so beautiful, he’s so beautiful like this. you have to blow a piece of his hair out of your eye, and he laughs. you’re priceless, you really are. you’re so cute. so special. you’re everything. holidays and birthdays were always foreign to him. he doesn’t care for them at all - or didn’t. he does now, he really fucking does. love does that to you. he’s so glad he took the risk, took a risk of dating you, found someone so angelic. so perfect for him. he can’t help but think about what his 12 year old self would think of this. if he would have even believed he would have someone so loving and compliant by his side ever in his life. believed that he was anything other than a worthless piece of shit.

all the years of pain and longing for a love which he believed could never be bestowed upon a man of his caricature paid off. all the time he (begrudgingly) yearned for love. for a partner. a princess to call his own. the lonely emperor who wanted nothing more than to be treated as if he was someone special and meant something. he’s so emotional, very rare for him. he’s so emotional seeing how much he means to you. how much you’re willing to do. and for the first time in his life, he feels joy on his birthday. “prinzessin, i love you” he leans down to whisper in your ear. and you giggle and kick your legs as much as you can beneath him like a giddy schoolgirl. “love you too micha, you deserve the world”

he doesn’t know how you do it, how you can act like this despite the way he treats you. he knows he’s a manipulative asshole, but he never took the time to care about anything other than himself and maybe you. but now he almost feels sorry. almost feels like his heart could open up into a black hole and swallow him up for doing this to someone so sweet. but he told you before, if you didn’t like this you could just leave (he’d never let that). you also told yourself something, you would fix this man. you’re an empath. a pure soul full of compassion. you’re as broken as he is. maybe that’s why you stayed, why you grew to like the toxicity, why you believed you could fix him. and it’s paying off.

you did get up eventually, to sit on the floor and open the gifts he got from yours truly. you’re in pink panties a pink bra and his jersey, currently getting frosting all over it from a slice of cake he cut for you. isn’t it funny, this jersey would go for thousands on the internet, so many fangirls would kill to be wearing this. and you’re messing it all up. his piece is sitting next to him as he holds a particularly sentimental gift from you in his hands and stares down at it. he doesn’t know how to react. he never did know how to react to gifts. but he wishes you knew how grateful he is for you. so grateful that you stay through all of this.

you do know, you really do.

hours later and his pure unbridled joy is yet to die down. you’re spoon feeding him cake as you’re both sat on the floor laughing. the pains that his birthday brought him are forgotten for now, as are the injuries he inflicted upon you. the holes in the wall he leaves when he’s angry are covered with decorations. the small specks of blood adorning the floor from a particularly nasty nosebleed you had caused by his fist are hidden by the wrapping paper from all of the thoughtful gifts you bought for him. his tattooed hand is on the floor ontop of your smaller one. the crown covering your own. his princess.

michael kaiser was born on christmas, he was a gift his parents neglected. weren’t grateful for. a gift to his parents that they didn’t even realise. a gift to the soccer world. a gift for you. special gift for you. the best gift you could ever receive. so you’ll treat him like that, despite the violence. you are so empathetic to him. so sweet. kaiser deserves the world he really does.

and as he watches you giggle as you feed him cake and eat spoonfuls for yourself too, he realises you’re a gift too. you’re not born on any particularly noticeable holiday the way he is. but your birthday is the biggest celebration in itself. he’s so thankful to whatever god decided to grace the world with your presence and then send you in his direction. his eyes are so soft for once and he wears a small smile. let’s forget about all of the violence and anger, all of the sadness, the shattered and messily glued back pieces of the little boy he truly is for once. let’s just have fun.

he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as he looks into your eyes so deeply. “you are the best gift i could ever ask for, mein schatz”

[macsimagines]

I love your scenarios and hcs, I'm especially obsessed with the ones where the yanderes experience intense regret for (parts of) what they've done, like the cheating hcs for Kisaki and Ran or that excellent one of Mikey with an insecure darling who tries to leave him. Ough, the anguish, the regret, it's everything. So can I ask for maybe some headcanons for yandere Rindou, Inui, and Mitsuya who have achieved their dreams of being with their darlings but it's not all they made it out to be - one way or another, they've broken their darlings, and now they find that they don't like it at all. Thank you so much!

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, MURDER, SUICIDE, KIDNAPPING, AND POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR

Rindou Haitani

He regretted it the moment he brought you back to his place. Thankfully his brother and him shared the pent house suite of a large luxury building and had plenty of room and privacy. Still, watching you throw things at him and cry about how much you hate him is basically torture.

At first when you quieted down and stopped with all the dramatics he was relieved. Maybe you were starting to get used to your environment?

No you were plotting an escape attempt and lulling him into a false sense of security. And you try again. And again. And Again. And fucking again. Until finally he took his brother's advice...

"I don't want to do this," He whispered in your ear as his grip on your limbs tightened, "It's just... I have to keep you from leaving..."

SNAP! Goes your legs. Don't worry he'll feed you and help you do everything you need to do. He'll even help with physical therapy! When he decides he can trust you enough to not run.

You're quieter now. Sure, you flinch any time his hands get near you and you're suddenly a shaking mess whenever he walks in the room. It's just nerves though. You'll get better, right?

Ran has to come over to help keep him together. It's honestly a disturbing sight to behold. Watching Rindou brush his S/O's frail hair, helping her get dressed and feed her. It's like he's playing with a doll...

"It's ok, baby. You're just... sick. That's all. You're just sick and I'm going to make you better again."

Inui Seishu

You're a childhood friend he's adored ever since you moved in next door. After the fire though, you stayed in touch. Or at least you tried. You called, you wrote letters you even tried going through Koko, but he just kept you at distance.

Years passed, he fell in with a bad crowd and you tried to move on. But you never really forgot your friend... Which is why when you ran into him, gang uniform and all you just smiled and tried to talk to him like he was the same kid you grew up with.

And Inui feels everything he felt for you and tried to push down rushing back up. You're so warm and kind. He wants that for himself. No he needs it.

Which is why when he's dragging you back to his place and locking you chain and all to his bed he's sure you'll understand. Inui has needed you so badly, and he's been so alone and suffering. You'll make it better though right?

But it was like the very air around you was poison. He's watching you slowly start to fade and wither. Your complexion is terrible, you won't take a brush to your hair, getting you to fucking eat is a fight.

It slowly starts to drive him insane. What happened to the woman that danced all night with him? Where is his love that would laugh and smile at him? When was the last time he actually heard your voice?

Inui is convinced you're some kind of imposter. You couldn't possibly be the same girl he loved all these years.

With rough hands wrapping around a delicate neck and squeezing so tightly he whispers; "I don't need a fucking fake to love."

Mitsuya Takashi

OOF. Taking you was a challenge. It was only because you refused to marry him... "I've got my whole life ahead of me. You're just starting out on your career. Now just isn't a good time." But Mitsuya wasn't going to wait a second longer to be with you forever.

He knew you'd fight him, but you're not strong as he is. And honestly, your escape attempts are pretty much thwarted every time. He's smarter than you.

Its... Impossible to get away from him... And eventually you loose all hope. But it's ok. You'll hang in there. When he finds you, limp and dangling from the ceiling fan he doesn't believe that you're gone.

When you left you took whatever sanity he had left. Because he keeps you. Your corpse. He's crafty and resourceful so stuffing and embalming you is easy work. And he makes sure his favorite doll is only dressed in his finest works.

"How about this, darling? I think the pastels go lovely with your new complexion. Don't worry about your stitching either. I'll make sure you don't break apart again."

[brbabcs]

something that stands out to me so prominently every time i watch breaking bad is how we’re introduced to jesse. he falls off of a roof, speeds off in his monte carlo, and by the end of the episode we’re seeing him fall flat on his face and fumble his way through the situation. throughout the series, in earlier circumstances we commonly see these very clumsy navigations throughout the world of crime from him. however, as we travel through the series, despite seeing these increasing displays of strength, resilience, and vulnerability, so many individuals (in the broader sense of breaking bad watchers) tend to look at jesse in that same light that they saw him in in the very first episode. there’s something to be said about looking at jesse pinkman, at the very end of the series, and still seeing him in the way that he’s portrayed in that first scene. there’s much more to be said about the way that this idea of jesse is continually reinforced and kept alive (despite how he, himself, develops) through walter’s dialogue. how we hear, over and over, how jesse is just a junkie. how he has nothing but go-karts, and video games. how he’s just a loser, and how lucky he is to have done something special with his life so early on. this image of jesse is painted, both by walter and directly to him (and by extension, to the audience as well), that i think does something similar to what i have also seen from the “a man provides” speech from gus. often times, there are posts or comments about how gustavo fring really knew what he was talking about there — despite that scene being gus manipulating walter through toxic masculine mindsets. some audiences join walter in falling prey to this manipulation, buying in to exactly what walt does. with jesse pinkman, who we see stumble and fumble through this first episode (and then continue to do this in other instances in the early seasons), this manipulative rhetoric is hammered in. it’s continual, and relentless. that image of him prevails, no matter how the other layers and depths build. people fall into the same perspectives that walter peddles out to jesse. that initial idea of him as a junkie loser, who’s nobody important without walter white, never fully fades. even though, by the end, we see jesse pinkman — who stood tall against highly dangerous players in the game, and refused to accept harm to any child. who grieved and mourned and suffered over and over. who was abused, continually and increasingly, and said he deserved whatever happened. who gives us every opportunity to see him as more, and shows us, time and time again, this spark of humanity that refuses to be snuffed out. every time i watch breaking bad and see that very first glimpse of jesse, clumsily maneuvering through the rest of the episode, i can’t help but think about how all of these core pieces lived inside of him before we even saw it. and how walter white, who met jesse as a mere teen, refuses to ever let him grow up

[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P18

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Family issues, abuse, needles, surgery, Violence, Blood and references to the last chapter (NSFW).

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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The darkness is heavy around you threatening to crush you under its weight, you try to move your arm to wipe your eyes hoping to open them but something attached to your wrist and elbow stopping you from moving too much, it made of cloth and maybe metal and as you pull on it you can tell it's attached to what ever your laying on. You want to open your eyes but something is keeping them shut although you can't tell what it is, a groan leaves your lips as you try and move your legs, they feel so much heavier than the rest of your body and the same thing thats holding your wrists down is holding your ankles knee's and hips in place. Panting in panic you try to sit up only for something to be pushed down on your neck making you chock a little "It's ok, I'm here to help" A male voice you haven't heard before speaks to you, the pressure on your neck loosening as the sound of something like a strap is loosened, its clear now what's going on, your strapped to some kind of table but why? You were just in your hospital bed right? Or is this a dream? Maybe a memory? Before you can think too much about it a hand covered by what feels like a latex glove pulls your head to the side "It's ok, just take calming breaths" A female voice you've also never heard before speaks too you in such a sweet tone but you can't calm down, you can't see what's going on and every time you try to talk or yell for help nothing comes out. "Alright lets get started, now your going to feel a slight pinch and some pressure but it'll be over before you know it" the male voice gets too close for comfort making your body shake a little arms and legs trying to fight against the straps holding you down.

The doctor lets out a sigh seeming to pull away from you "Its wearing off, give her some more" His voice sounds annoyed as if your nothing but an inconvenience to him, the sound of a gas tank being turned on fills the room as something rubbery and round covers your mouth and nose forcing you to breath in the strange tasting air, the heaviness in your body gets worse making it feel like someone is laying on top of you, it hurts your legs and injured shoulder while also making your mind fuzzy. The mask gets taken away soon followed by the sound of the gas being turned off, you try to move but can't, your mouth now refuses to open all together, panic and fear consumes you forcing tears to well up into your eyes and breath quicken "Alright, lets start" The male voice sounding much happier as he gets closer once again this time followed by a small cold metal needle pushing against the skin behind your ear. You beg your body to move or for something anything to wake you up, your mouth slightly opens letting out a small squeak even though you wanted to yell, to scream for help, pain shoots through your ear and head as the needle is pushed in, you want to scream and fight them off as pressure starts to build behind your ear leading up into your head. The pain behind your eye intensifies making you feel like something is pressing against it, ringing starts to sound in your ears making the voices of the lady and the man talking fade in and out before stopping all together.

With a gasp your eyes shoot open no longer forced to stay closed as the morning sun hits your eyes, reaching a hand up to touch behind your ear you stop realizing your not tied down anymore, that dream felt so real or was it a memory? Either way you try to relax as your eyes scan the room seeing your in your hospital bed but not alone like you thought you would be. Sitting in a chair next to you is the doctor shuffling through paperwork on the moving table that was once at the end of your bed, so lost in his work the man doesn't notice your awake which makes you feel a little better since your still unsure of him, he's too eager to please your parents to the point you don't know if he's telling the truth or just saying what your parents want to hear. Reaching your hand behind your ear you try to find any indication that your dream was real, the skin is tender and a little puffy but you can't feel any kind of puncture mark, pulling your hand away you look it over seeing if there's any blood on your fingers but again there's nothing, with a groan of frustration you try to sit up only to see that heaviness from your dream overcome you again. The groan you let out makes the doctor hum in confusion as he clicks his pen and turns to look you over, his eyes scan you for a second before a smile forms on his face "Oh! your awake, you had us sacred for a second" The doctor shuffles his papers around getting them into a neat pile before standing, he goes to place a hand on your head but you swot it away not wanting him to touch you "You had another seizure, this one was a lot worse than the last, you re-injured your legs so i suggest not getting out of bed without help for a while" The doctor pulls his hand away to gesture over your legs.

Using your good arm to sit up the heaviness and pain in your legs intensifies but determined to sit up you force your body to move and slide back until your back is pressed up against the headboard all while tuning out the doctor trying to tell you to rest and to not force anything. Panting in pain you lean back against the headboard trying to get your breath back, your legs sting and the bandages around them feel itchy and tight "Miss Winslow, i suggest-" Shooting the man a tired glare you let a small growl out hating being called that, it made you think back to all the times you had to go on stage and show yourself off like a piece of meat "Don't call me that, just call me Y/n or Miss Y/n if you have too" To tired to stay angry you let out a sigh while rubbing your shoulder lightly, it doesn't hurt surprisingly but it does feel stiff, rolling it a little you suddenly stop realizing you went to bed with your sling on but its not on you and its no where in sight. "Miss Y/n, Your seizure caused a few issues, so we'll be upping your does again, it may make you tired but until we have them under control it is necessary. The nurse will give regular checkups and i will be coming in to see you at least once a day, i have been informed that the pirate's doctor was hoping to see you but i would heavily advise against it" The doctor moves his chair to face you before sitting down and grabbing your chart running his finger over it to take in information and tell you anything else you need to know. A small smile forms on your face at the mention of House, you forgot she was gonna come and see you, maybe she can help you figure out a few things and tell you what is really going on.

Its strange how you trust a pirate doctor you hardly remember instead of a doctor who has been taking care of you this whole time "You can advise against it but i still want to talk to her" You state hoping to not start a fight with the doctor over this and luckily he doesn't instead just raising his hand in surrender and nodding his head "There are other things i would like to discuss with you, one of which is your head, you may not have noticed but the bandage has been removed, there are still a few stitches visible, but they will be taken out in a few days, your head scan has shown your skull is healing well, even your broken cheekbone is fully healed" With a raised eyebrow you turn to the doctor not remembering getting any kind of tests done "When did you do them?" A pit forms in your stomach not sure if you want to know the answer but you get it anyway along with a reassuring smile "Last night, after we got your seizure under control and you were past out we thought we'd do all the tests then instead of waiting until another day, we thought it would be less stress on your body and mind to do it all in one go" Something about the way he talked just seemed wrong, you can't tell if he's lying or telling the truth, maybe it's half-and-half but what part is he lying about, he also mentioned a 'We' which he hasn't done before, it can't be the nurse since she takes the nights off and if he ever mentions Melody he always says 'me and the nurse' not we. "We?" You finally ask letting curiosity get the better of you.

The doctor gulps but keeps the smile on his face, its clear he didn't mean to say that word "Just me and the lab who run the tests, no need to worry, I have already informed your nurse, and she will be round soon to redo your bandages on your legs and give you your meds. I will see you later today" The doctor quickly stands grabbing his papers hoping to leave as soon as possible, you've caught him off guard and now he's panicking, it should thrill you knowing your on to something but instead it just makes that pit in your stomach deeper making your mind spiral into all sorts of dark places mainly about that dream, it wasn't a dream, was it? Did they do that last night? What was it? Why did it hurt so much and why was he not mentioning it? "Before you go, i think i remembered something last ni-" Before you can finish the doctor rushes to the door with everything he needs in his arms trying balance them as to not come back, his panting grows heavy as he stops in the doorway hearing you talk and wanting to stop your train of though "Those are just dreams, your brain is trying to piece things together that it doesn't understand causing strange stories and images to form, they are not memories, just dreams" His voice is bitter as he spits the last words out though his clenched teeth before storming off quickly leaving your view, with a sigh you lean back into the headboard knowing that can't be true, you should talk to Melody about it when she gets here, maybe she can find out something, you can also talk to House when ever she shows up.

----- Victoria Punk ----

Tying his boots up Killer sits on the edge of the bed getting ready to head out to the hospital early hoping to talk to you and tell you about yesterday before your parents show up, thats if they show up, according to Heat who was on watch last night work men have been going in and out of the ship, your farther barking orders with a bandages nose and your mother no where to be seen along with her set of maids. Kid groans still laying naked in bed the covers pulled over him as he sulks slightly looking at his partners back "I'm not a fucking Child Kill" The captain complains hating the fact that his first mate has decided to bench him until further notice saying it would be best for him to sort things out and clear up a few things before Kid talks to you again. "I know, just get some sleep" Killer chuckles turning around and leaning over to move of messy red hair out of his partners face, the captains hand grabs his wrist bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on it "How your neck? Does it hurt?" The worry is clear in his voice, last night got rough to say the lest leaving a bite mark on the back of Killer's neck, luckily the white plaster patch and his long blonde hair covers it up. "I told you, I'm fine, if i wasn't I'd tell you… I loved last night" The blonde reassures leaning over and placing a kiss on the red heads lips, Kid's hand leaves the first mates wrist in order to cup his jawline bringing his partner in closer allowing his tongue to push its way pass freshly pained purple lips, Killer's hums in response meeting the invading tongue with his own earning a groan from his captain.

Pulling away for air their eyes meet both silently expressing their feelings before the first mate gets up letting a laugh leave his lips "What's so funny asshole?" Kid asks getting comfy in bed again a smug smirk on his face, Killer shakes his head placing his mask on and fixing his hair "You suit purple" The captain raises an eyebrow bringing his fingers to his lips and wiping off the smeared purple lipstick, his smug smirk growls as his eyes lock onto the blondes though the dark holes of the mask sticking his tongue out and slowly licking it off his fingers. "Your nasty" Killer simply comments trying to sound annoyed at the action but is in fact quite amused, Kid lets out a big laughs throwing his head back onto the pillow cheering up slightly from his earlier grumpy mood "See you later Captain" Killer smirks under his mask heading to the door "Hay Kill" The captain calls out causing his first mate to stop with his hand on the door nob and turn to look at the red head "Tell out girls I'm sorry, will yea" The mood ships from one of playfulness to seriousness, with a firm nod the blondes opens the door and heads out making his way to the deck where House is already waiting for him, her dress and hair blowing in the wind as she bounces on the tips of her feet "Hay, ready to go?" Killer asks shocking the crazy haired girl out of her far way thoughts with a squeak, calming down and adjusting her glasses House holds the notebook in her hands closer giving a nod and a big smile "Yes, I have everything i need, lets go"

----- Hospital -----

It didn't take long for Melody to come in her smile in the morning light already brightening your mood "Good morning, I would ask how your feeling but i think i already know the answer" Pulling the covers off you the nurse giggles hoping to make you laugh as well her eyes focus on the bruise you know is forming on your cheek even though she tries her best to pull her eyes away from it, a short huff of a laugh leaves your lips as you give her a tired nod, looking over your bandages legs your small smile drops seeing spots of dried blood staining the bandages, it hurts with the bandages on so it's going to hurt more when she has to take it off and clean it, plus later House will most likely want to have a look, with a sigh you place a hand on the nurses arm getting her attention "Your gonna hate me for this but… i was hoping we could leave all the medical stuff until House comes" You ask hoping you don't have to fight her on this, the nurse sighs looking down at your legs then back to you her face contorting into one of frustration and annoyance yet there's a hint of understanding there "Under a few conditions.. 1, you must take your pills, 2, you will get a wash and changed and 3, you'll tell me what you've decided so far" A smile forms on her face at the last one causing your own to form "Of course, thank you" Despite still seeming frustrated at not being able to take care of your wounds Melody hands you your pills before heading into the bathroom to grab a bowel of water, soap, cloth and towel. Looking into the white paper cup the blue pills seem to overtake the others, there's seven now if you've counted right, it feels wrong to have so many even though there's a lingering feeling of uncertainty and fear you shit your eyes tight and down the pills with a glass of water.

The nurse walks back in with all the stuff starting to help you wash places that aren't covered in bandages "So what do you think so far?" Melody asks sitting on the bed while you wash your arm "We'll i know i'm remembering stuff despite what the doctor says and i hope to remember more, as for who i'm going to say with i'm still unsure, I'm leaning more towards the pirates but there's something can't explain, its like its eating away at me, all i can think of is what was what made me leave. It has to have something to do with my 18th, their both lying about it and i feel like if i find out what happened then" With a sigh you shake your head wondering if it really will solve everything, there's also the nagging question of why your farther wants your help again. " As for the pirates i know i can trust them, its sounds strange saying it out loud but i have such strong feeling towards them, i'm going to apologies when they come, i shouldn't have said those things. I hope they forgive me, i hate to admit it but i actually missed them yesterday" You giggle moving to wash your other arm not missing the large smile that forms on Melody's face although at the mention of yesterday her smile drops her eyes once again focusing on the bruise, taking the washcloth once your finished she wets it and dabs it over the spot taking great care not to hurt you more. "I'm glad… about yesterday, dose that happen often?" Your stomach drops at her question knowing you'll also have to address this with the pirates and your parents, hopefully you can make up a lie they will take since you don't want them hurting your family despite what they have done.

Taking the nurses hand you take the wash cloth off her and place it down giving her hand a reassuring squeeze "No it doesn't, i only remember it happening two other times, It's my fault anyway, i laughed in his face, called him a lie even though he is and.." Before you can continue Melody quickly cups your face leaning in closer "Don't you dare say that. He has no right to lay his hands on you, no one has the right to hurt the people they love" Your taken aback by her words and piercing eyes but shake your head with a smile placing your hands over hers "Melody, it's ok really, it was just a slap" You try to reassure only for it to backfire horribly, a look of shock and anger makes your breath hitch in your throat, you've never seen her so angry, she scarier than Kid and thats saying something "Just. A. Slap… Just a slap? Y/n it doesn't matter how he hurt you, he hurt you in more ways than just leaving a bruise. None of this is your fault. Do you hear me… it's not your fault" Her angry voice soon turns calm tears welling up in her eyes as she places a kiss on your forehead, tears start to form in your eyes not used to this kind of affection, it almost feels… Sisterly, is this what its meant to feel like? To have a sibling? "I'm sorry" You whisper unsure of what else to say, meeting your eyes again Melody gives you a kind smile letting her thumbs stroke your cheeks "You have nothing to apologies for, he's in the wrong here. Please don't blame yourself" With a nod you surprise yourself your body seeming to move on its own launching yourself forward you wrap your arms around her burring your head into her shoulder seeking more of her tender kindness.

[thebottomfromhell]

I read your courtship headcanon and thought it was awesome. So much so that I kept thinking about other... possibilities. As; what would happen when the upper moons were reborn as humans and found their "husbands" but they didn't remember them? Would they be sad, upset, furious?! Not to be too depressing I thought of the reader still in love with them even though they don't remember their previous lives.

Would the upper moons be happy to know that the reader loves them even without remembrance or not? And we can't forget that Hakuji dates Koyuki in the KNY Academy series. Would she be in the equation or not? If so, how would it end up on Akaza's part?!

If it gets too big, you can divide it into two parts, but I'd like to see these two possibilities.

Ok, I loved this concept a bit too much, thank you for this ask. I am going to make two versions, one with human reader who was reborn with memories and one with demon reader (I will explain how it was possible in those ones), I will be also dividing both versions in two since it's a bit long. Sorry it took me so long and only for part one 🥲

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part one [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part two [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part one [In progress]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part two [In progress]

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Polyamory (Hakuji, Koyuki and you), Mentioned cannibalism and torture (just you remembering your past life), Mentioned pregnancy, Implied child explotation, Implied child abuse, Allusion to sexual content, Douma and Gyokko are their own warnings, Mentioned assault, Mentioned use of fure weapon, Reader getting rejected by Nakime, Kokushibou's canonical insecurity. I'M BUILDING THE REINCARNATED WORLD MYSELF.

Kokushibou:

"Kokushibou-san?" You ask when you see him in a public space, a kendo club where he will do a demostration since his family is one with a traditional legacy, except now it's more a stage thing than anything else, but still a strict background. He is still as regal as ever, but he feels younger, not in looks, but those pair eyes are not as experienced as the six bloody gold ones you remember. Again, you also look different from back then, when you were courting him, but it's clear that you remember, he doesn't. "Excuse me, who are you talking to?" You manage to correct that, and he introduces himself as Michikatsu. Here you don't have a Kibutsuji-sama (even know just thinking his name is scary) to force him to tolerate you, but Kokushibou Michikatsu does have a brother who pushes him into making friends, and it seems you are one of the few who actually tried to reach out for him, even in this life.

It's weird. You know nothing and everything about him at the same time, and Kokushi Michikatsu notices. He notices how you already know his interests and how is easy for you to guess his favorite foods (traditional food, what else?), how you can tell when he is sad or needs to be comforted, even the fact that you already know how to comfort him or make your company pleasant for him. "How do you know all these things about me? What are you, a stalker or something?"

It's something even more weird to explain, since you both didn't get to marry, so you avoid to answer as much as you can, even though you know you are only driving Kokushi Michikatsu mad. Still, you are glad he is not avoiding you. You just miss Kokushibou so much, the life you had together. "Michikatsu-san, do you believe in reincarnation?" You are not surprised that he does, still traditional in his religious beliefs. He is curious of why you asked, and you refuse to answer since he is not ready to listen to it. He might never be ready. One day he gets so angry he points you with the katana, the real one, "Stop evading to give me answers! What is going on?! Why?! How?! What is going on?! That is wrong with you that you are like this?!" and you know that if he hurts by accident or in an outburst it will break things irreversibly (and you will not regenerate).

He is the one who starts to evade you after you explain you met him in your past life, that you were courting him (you didn't say anything about being a demon, that part you didn't want to risk him not believing you). You were expecting something like that, it was hard to notice since he was the strongest, but Kokushibou was always the one to run away. If he disliked something, felt uncomfortable, pain or fear (flashes of someone from his human life, he would say) he would scape. Physically, mentally or emotionally didn't matter, he would run away.

To your surprise, he reaches out for you after some weeks, but doesn't speak of the topic. He just keeps being in friendly terms with you, but you notice that at times he just glares at you and spaces out. You don't mind, he used to get lost inside his mind a lot in your past life, so hou keep treating him good. Your main problem is that sometimes you fall off to your old habits, making him gifts specially. Your handicraft is a lot better in this life, you actually can take clases and watch tutorials, and most if the time you end just leaving those works in Michikatsu's place. This just seems to frustrate him more, but thankfully he has not thrown anything nor given it back. Sometimes you lie to yourself, that this is still your Kokushibou, and that one day you will wake up to the three pair of eyes.

"Become my boyfriend." He looks offended when he tells you this, just like when Kibutsuji-sama told him to accept your courtship. "You like me, don't you? And you say we were... courting. You still give me gifts and all that." This situation is akward, you don't want to reject him, but you can tell something else is going on. You stay in silence, trying to figure out what will be better for both of you, what will hurt less, before Koku.... Michikatsu storms out angry, but the look in his eyes tell you he wants you to stop him.

Kokushibou would hate if you went against him in any way, even the times he deeply wanted you to, the hierarchy was too important to him. But this is not Kokushibou, you are coming in terms with that. "Michikatsu." You chase after and grab his arm to pull him so he turns to face you. "I love you. I want to be your boyfriend, if I could I would be your husband, but your well being is more important. What is going on?" He freezes through your speech and also keeps quiet a long time after it, spacing out, but as always, you wait for him. It takes a while, and you don't release his arm, just sqeeze tighter for him to not forget that you are there. You have experience with this.

"You are the only one who actually loves and does like me over Yoriichi." He is honest, and you know that it's hard for him. Even as demons it was always hard for Kokushibou to open up, so you let Michikatsu talk, you don't interrupt nor force him to anything, not even to look at you as he frowns at the floor. "Everyone else prefers Yoriichi, it's always Yoriichi. Amd then not only you go against everything I'm used to." he pauses again, biting his lips as he looks at you, angry and swollen eyes. "And you know everything about me! And I can't remember no matter how hard I try! The ONLY person that will put me over Yorrichi and I don't deserve to remember them?! To remember the happiness you clearly gave me?! How is that fair?!" He's angry, crying out of his rage, you don't comfort him beyond putting you free gand in his shoulder. Both Michikatsu and Kokushibou would hate anything further.

"You actually want me. And I don't even know if I like you. I want to like you, but I don't even know who you were to me...." His breathing is heavy, not with the powerful moon he used to carry in it, but a human trying to keep his emotions at check. "But you can know who I am now. But don't force yourself, I think we can figure it out. You are no longer Kokushibou, and I am no longer the same man I was back then. I was always patient for you, so be patient with yourself." Having to tolerate his mood changes and the fact that you remember all that experience makes you feel wise, specially when you say things like this. But that is not the point! "Let's start again. I made you fall in love with me once, I think I can do it again." You both do.

You become friends, start doing things together. Michikatsu, unlike Kokushibou, actually likes to do things outside. Kokushibou preferred to meditate and practice, but now... it's more normal. Maybe it's just because you are humans, but you can feel the change in the dynamic. Things are more fun. You never forget your marriage, and never give up on those feelings for him. But you can sense it, he is forming feelings as well.

It takes you a year, but you do become boyfriends (his father's rejection makes Michikatsu distance himself from his family and stay with you), you keep that for a few years. Things do get easier, even if Michikatsu never makes up with his family and never gets over his resentment for Yoriichi. Later on, after 5 years of being boyfriends, you both even marry in this life! It was a more or less traditional Shinto Wedding with only close friends, definetely not what Kokushibou would have wanted, but you both are grateful for what you've got.

After you marry is that you tell him about the demon thing, he was chill with it. Maybe too chill for it to be healthy... well, there is nothing that can be done about it.

Douma:

You were just going to your home, it was already dark since it's winter, snowing, when you bunoed with each other. He had a black medical mask and a hoddie, but it's impossible to not recognize him. You would be able to do so even without the rainbow eyes and silver hair. Douma looks exactly as he did back then, unfazed by life itself, so of it wasn't for the fact he has not thrown himself over you, you wouldn't know he doesn't remember. No matter how much your appereance may have changed, he would still be able to recognize you. "You have been staring me a lot, is there something you would like to tell me?" He is atill as sharp as always.

"Can I take you out? Spend time doing something fun?" You knew how to catch his attention. He always wants to do something fun and barely can work without being the center of attention. You take him on that same moment to do make a snow fight and then lead him to your home to warm up, since it was closer. Just as in your past life he is very trusting, not believing anything can happen to him due the mixture of a sheltered yet isolated life and the inmortality of demons. Right now it should be only one, but Douma has always being above being hurt. "That was fun, I was never hit in my life! Much less by a snowball. I could feel my heart beat a lot and my body heat up in the cold!" He seems excited over something so basic. You give him hot chocolate, and he actually hesitates before taking a sip, only to drink everything at once after that. "It tastes so good, not as bitter nor sweet as I would expect from chocolate."

You speak a little, turns out he was a child model, but stopped once his parents died just before his teens. His foster family, on the other hand, was too religious to the point it eppressing, so now that he is an adult he is still trying to figure out himself and live many things he didn't before. That explains why he hasn't changed, and to be honest, you are glad he is still the same. That does make you feel a bit guilty, the fact that he you prefer him emotionally stunted, but you like being able to understand him still, that he can be read the same way he was read before. You still go out as friends, fill him with the attention he always adored and at times get him gifts (no knives or poison this time, it's not like you can get them as eqsily as back then).

Douma is not his real name, but the one he was given for modeling, he tells you he prefers it over his real name, that he misses those times. He is trying to go back into modeling, since it's what he knows, but since he is an adult it's been harder than back then. Still, he is starting to appear in magazines, so he covers his face when he goes out. You support and help him in everything you can. "It's weird. You always know how to treat me. If I believed in gods I would argue they sent you to me."

That is another thing, he is still an atheist (probably one who has religious trauma), so you know that if you tell him you were demon husbands in your past life where he was the symbol and leader of a cult... he will only believe the part of the cult. You know he wouldn't mind, that he would even pretend to start remembering, but you don't want to be a crazy dude Douma just tolerates because their are nice and happy with him being compliant. You want him to have a stable place to learn happiness with you.

He treats you as always, so at times it's hard to remember he doesn't remember, besides the fact he doesn't mention his followers, the rest is af if you both just became humans. "Is my princess hungry for attention?" You still hug him, take each others' hand, flirt, share food (not humans anymore), talk. "Stay with me for the night, Y/N." But now you also have dates, both at day and night, now you both sleep together, now you present him to your friends and family. It's really an upgrade, and the fact is that Douma enjoys it too. But still, is clear he notices it's weird how it's easier to be with you than anybody else, how you already know him, his needs and his desires.

He is back into modeling when you decide to tell him, mostly to get it off your chest, but also because from now on he might need you less. He is going back to the spotlight his existence has always been, where he was living good without you. So now he must decide if he wants you there or not, just like you both chose back then. "I was your husband in our past life." You keep everything else out because you know this is already too much for him to take. You know that because he stopped smiling and his face is empty of emotion. "That.... that makes.... it makes sense." After that day he takes a modeling tour outside the city, evading you for two weeks, not texting, calling or answering your attempts. And yet he is the one going straight to your home once he comes back. "It does make sense." He is being honest here, because it does make sense. With all I know about him, it does. "I don't like it. I'm feeling..." He clearly doesn't know, and that frustrastes him.

"Does that mean gods are real?" He asks when you are both in bed, hugging each other so Douma can collect himself. Of course that is what matters to him, because in his both lives he was exposed to religious delusion, forced into being participant without reward. Douma was always told he was special because of his hair and eyes, so if he was special why didn't he recieve anything from gods for his input? It must be easier to accept that there is nobody to reward you than the fact that nobody will ever no matter how special you are.

"I don't know. I don't remember my time dead." You answer honestly. At that he just burries his face at your neck. "Be my husband again. If you remember there must be a reason behind it. I want you and you love me.... that can work, right?" It worked your past life, so yes. You answer yes. You marry two years later after you saved enough money and Douma enough fame for a big event. So he can still be the center of attention.

But things do get better. For starters, he takes part to plan his own wedding, not having followers in charge of him to do it for him and not wanting to leave everything to you. And things keep getting better after you become husbands.

Unlike when you were demons Douma is growing slowly, he is starting to understand his feelings better, to actually feel them. Maybe you will tell him the rest later on, when he is ready to hear it. "Y/N! Come here, I will have a tour to China and I have a plus one ticket. Lets go together!" But in this life he is becoming someone who is actually happy for himself. "You know I love to travel around, and we will eat a lot of good food. Hopefully we will find something new to try."

He loves to travel, to try new things, to explore. He loves to eat, to taste new flavors and textures, it makes him happy. He still eats a lot and, of course, with his magical biology, doesn't get fat. He likes attention but dislikes having to interact with others since he can't read other people, so it's hard both when they can't read him but even more irritating when they can, it makes him angry when anyone who isn't you can see through his fake smile. He likes skipping social rules, to just relax in a comfortable space and it makes him sad he can't do it all the time. But he can feel. He can actually feel and understand himself.

"I love you Douma." you would always tell your husband in both lives, and for the first time you feel Douma is not just answering because it's correct. "I think I love you too, Y/N."

Akaza:

Akaza is so different, not only in looks, but he also seems a lot happier, more relaxed. He still seems to be protective over his beloved ones, but now he is not as desperate to keep them close and alive as you remember. Your husband was terrified of you dying, but he doesn't seem to hold the same fear with the young woman he is with. You found them in Starbucks when they were having a date.

Akaza Hakuji, that is his name now, was so much better you were going to leave him as things were... until he started a fight with a group of teens that believed themselves a Yakuza gang or something (it's not so weird to have teenagers on the Yakuza's gangs, the weird thing is that the groups are never of just teens and they can't go arround messing with public spaces public spaces so far from the more criminalized districts at midday.) You noticed one was going for his date as they realized they would not be able to beat your husband from your past life, you invernened to defend her. "Are you ok? They didn't hurt you, did they?" (This reminded you of the hatred Akaza had for the weaklings, the ramblings he would have...) "Thank you for protecting Koyuki. What is your name? I want to remember." in the end you did become a friend to them.

Koyuki, his girlfriend, is adorable. Soft-spoken, kind, curious, patient, understanding and just so cute. She's been sick most of her life but is always giving her best. And her loyal komainu is always near to take care of her. It reminds you to your relationship with Akaza a bit, except you both were not as nice as this two (go the others, between yourselves you were nothing but lovey dovey) and you can't deny you miss it, and at times you fall into the old habits like calling him "Haku", but you manage to cover it up by starting to call her "Yuki". You also end buying things for Akaza Hakuji pink or snowflake-themed items, but you never give them to him unless there is an occasion, and you also end giving Koyuki some, since it's clear they both love the same things. "We are going to have a demostration of martial arts this Sunday. Both me and Koyuki would like you to be there." You start going out with them a lot, and it doesn't even feel as you are a third wheel in their relationship. That is a bit worrisome.

Because again, Koyuki is lovely, just as much as Hakuji, they deserve each other and you are honestly afraid of getting in between. Besides it's not a story easy to believe and there is a chance they just think you became crazy and want to steal Hakuji with the worst attempt possible, explaining a fantasy. So no, you were never planning to say anything at all, you wanted to keep things as they are.

After all, unlike Akaza, Hakuji liked hou around for the start. At first you were worried what Koyuki would think, but it seems she also liked you from the moment you helped them. With her arpund is easier to not forget that this is not your husband, but at the same time you just can't grow out for your feelings for the person you loven in your past life. This is not Akaza, this is not the demon who hates weaklings, is strict with who should be killed and who shouldn't, gets hyped around Hashira and dislikes being around demons that are not his husband. (One of the things he would be happier about in this life is that there is no Douma, wouldn't it?) This Komainu is calmer, more patient, prefers to nurse over fighting, but still gets hyped when you practice martial arts with him (you still remember some movements he taught you in your past life, that is how you were able to help back then.) Everything is just fine.

Then Hakuji got shot.

The punks he faced when you met have been messing with Koyuki's father dojo, so he went to face them at their own territory. It seems at least one if them is part of the Yakuza, since how else would they have obteined a gun in Japan? [None of them was, but one had a family member of one and that is were he started to have such a confidence] As stubborn as he is, Hakuji still won and survived, but he got himself at the hospital. For the first time you understood the paranoia of having your husband die Akaza always felt around you. "Yuki... Haku and I were husbands in our past life..." You explain everything at her while you both wait for a doctor or a nurse to tell you he can recieve visits. Everything, about Kibutsuji-sama, about the demons, about your courting, about your marriage, about Akaza being so scared, of how you are scared right now. Your husband, your Komainu almost died.

You are surprised she doen't speak nor judge you as you ramble, and even lets you visit him with her when you are allowed. You don't tell Hakuji anything, just fight the urge to take him in your arms. It seems Koyuki did believe what you were saying, because the first thing he does the next time to visit is ask you about it. "Were you planning to tell me?" You answer honestly, and explain yourself. "They used to call me demon child when I was a kid. To think I actually was a demon before... one that ate human flesh at that." He doesn't seem angry nor disgusted, not even upset, just lost (and a bit sad). "I wish I could remember you." It's a lot, and now that he is stuck at a hospital he has too much time to think about it. You don't understand how come both him and Koyuki believed you in the first place. "You wouldn't lie, besides... it does explain a lot. You were not as subtle as you think you were."

You also keep talking with Koyuki and him, but you never see them together again, trying to evade.... everything. "It's still sad. I knew you were special the second you protected Koyuki and now... I just know you were a great husband, that you were great for me and would also have been good to Koyuki. I would like to have some memories about of it, at least one." You comfort him, verbally make him know that you are fine with him not remembering, that he being near and happy is good enough. "I think I love you both..." "Yeah... me too."

It's akward when Hakuji just gets out of the hospital, but the three of you decide to talk everything. In the end you all agree to try a polyamory relationship. It seems that Akaza has also being eyeing you from the start but kept talking with his girlfriend, who was ok with it and with time she also started liking you. It's difficult at first, but communication is the key. You start to take care of both, since Koyuki still need help in some things due her illness and Hakuji is still healing (the regeneration is what you miss the most of being a demon, it came handy). In the end is not so different of what you were doing before the incident. "It was clear from the moment I saw you, there is something off, but in a good way. It seems we were just meant to be together again, Y/N. Just just needed to have Koyuki with us."

After a few years you all start refering to each other as if you were already marriaged, living in the same house and sharing the chores and paying the bills. Keizo is chill with the relationship his doughter has with two men, even though he clearly finds it a bit weird. He has accepted you and all of you would like to think Hakuji's father would have also liked you as he did, but unfortunately he died from an illness before you even met your komainu in this life. You are there when he needs to let everything out of his chest, unlike with Koyuki, he isn't afraid to take his pain out sparing with you, and all of you always make sure to speak, plan and understand what is going on with the relationship, that includes sharing problems with the mental health that are unrelated. "Haku, Yuki and I are here for you. And Yuki, if you need a break please just tell us." She always puts a lot of effort into the relationship, but you must remember her health problems, so you must be patient if she needs to stop due stress or feels tired.

Because of the legality of the issue none of you have bringed up marriage (which has saddened Keizo, he is clearly one of those fathers who wants to see their doughter with a pretty dress at the altar), but you would not mind if Koyuki and Hakuji took their turn since you married him in your past life (still a complicated topic to bring up).

Then the news arrive, Koyuki is pregnant (you have no idea how you knew from the start its Hakuji's, but you did. The blood exams where clear and now Keizo owes you 700 yen [around 5 dollars, it wasn't about the money, but about who is right]) and she wants to keep it. You are unsure at first, but you see that Hakuji also wants to keep the child, so you start helping too. You know these two will be great parents. Of course the child will know nothing about your pasts life, but beside that you better study how to parent a child with the other two. You might not be able to have a legal marriage and having a ceremony would be difficult (this time you can't kidnap, force and kill a priest), you you can still have a family, a life, with them.

That is good enough. Life is good and you would not change your Haku and Yuki for nothing.

Nakime:

Nakime's music still has the same effect in you, the second you hear just one note on that biwa you feel the world spin. For a blink you feel back on the interdimentional fortress, only to open your eyes to the video in YouTube of her playing. She is covering her face with a hoddie as she plays, dressed in black, singing covers. She has a Channel you subscribe and give likes and comments to everything. In the end she also notices that you clearly exist and are interested in her, specially since she isn't as well know. (You don't know if it's because she just started uploading videos or people just have bad taste. None of those would surprise you.)

You don't want to stalk her, but at times you find yourself looking for her at her social media. She just have Facebook, Twitter and Youtube but that is enough for you to try to contact her. In her mind you are probaly just an eager fan of her covers and a lover of the biwa (you love music and you have been studying more of it in this second life, specially the biwa to keep that link with your wife. Still you haven't made your mind to buy one to yourself).

Then she deleites her accounts.

You become worried, was it you? Was it someone else? She had not got that many followers, but Nakime was never the type to abandon everything when becoming frustrated. She is the one to evade people when things become too much to her. There is a lot that could be going on and you are scared that someone might have hurt her. Still, there is nothing you can do.

Thankfully you do find her later on, but not in a situation you expected. Because you were missing her you finally decided to buy a biwa, so you searched on the internet (it's not the type of instrument you can buy on any music store) to find the one of her videos. You lied on the text saying you lived close so you could pick it up yourself (you don't live that far, but it's not a fast nor comfortable travel, you had to take a train there, thank any god above that may exist you didn't get lost). And you did found her, as beautiful as ever, you met in a starbucks, she is being careful as always. "Hey. Nakime, right? You are the one selling the Biwa?" You start at first but she just watches you in silence, already not liking you. This gives you a sense of déjà vu, you are just relieved that this time she can not send you into a 12,000 feet fall, trap you into an endless corridor and smash you against a room.

"You are the woman of the YouTube channel, right? The "Biwa-Onna" one. Isn't this the biwa you used for your covers?" You try to start a conversation, but you don't seat with her. She is still quiet. You don't mind it, she was always quiet unless her music was the one sounding. You are mostly happy to see her again, to see she is doing good. And it seems she still hates men in general and for a few seconds you remember how Kibutsuji-sama had to order her to stand having you around. But... you know her. "Thank you for accepting meeting me here. I'm really thirsty right now, so I'm going to buy some drink first, do you want anything. I invite." You smile and wait for her to answer. She takes her time but you are patient with her. "A shekelato fred would be nice, if you insist."

Once you come back with both drinks you let her over the table on her side and it's not until she takes it that you seat up in front of her. "I really liked your covers. Is there a reason you stopped?" You ask the obvious, but you know that showing interest and pretending to know not understand fully certain topics works the best. Because you know something bad, but very bad, must have happened if Nakime is selling her beloved biwa. She doesn't answer, but you let it sink that you are genuinely interested, so you take a sip of your drink. You are half-way your cup when she speaks to you. "I just can't do it anymore." She doesn't seem to want to explain, but it's not like she needs to.

"Will you buy another biwa after this? You always seemed fond of your music. In your videos..." She again doesn't answer, just looks at the case with the instrument under the table. You let the silence go on a second more "How about I get you one and in one week we meet here again, same hour?" It's something weird to propose, but it's what would make her the most comfortable. Then she realeses the bomb.

"I'm a lesbian." You look at her surprised, maybe you should have expected that. In your last life the concept of heterosexual marriage due obligation was more present, and while she was heppy to be married to you, loved you and saw you as a husband, Nakime always prefered women over men. At the time you were understanding with her preference, same preference that made the courting take a lot of time, because you are a man and you were one back then. "Well, good for you. That doesn't mean we can't go out as friends."

Because you still love her, and she looks like she really needs a friend right now. You don't mind being that friend. It's very different to your marriage, that was a traditional one, but at the same time is very similar. You still help her with everything you can and get her things she will love. She never tells you why she wanted to sell her biwa, but you always bring it with you when you visit her, and after some months she started playing again. It took her longer, but she also started to compose.

You helped with that (cheating because you memorized the hand movements and accords of the songs she made as a demon. Years of work and practice handled back to her in weeks). You still fo most of the talking but also at times just spend time together in silence. "We were husband and wife in our past life." You just told her casually a night you were stargazing, both lying on the floor over your backs in a park. She hummed at it.

"Bruh... I can imagine it." She says simply, half-taking you seriously but also taking it as just a fun random comment. "We were also demons who ate human flesh and burned at the sun." She snorted at that. "Nice." You just laugh at that answer. "You ate all the drunktards and controled an interdimentional fortress with a biwa. You became for a while the fifth more powerful demon." She laughs at that "I manipulated dimesions but I still was the fifth? And what were you, the first?" "Nah, I wasn't even in the top 12." Then she asks you why twelve and you tell her all the story.

You both take it more as something funny, she believes it and at the same time she doesn't. It doesn't affect her, even when you start to live together as friends. She starts playing in YouTube again, now with her own songs besides the covers. She gets a lot more popular this time, now that you help her to make the videos more attractive. (Also the fact that she started to use the demon theme and all the goth fans and the emo-lovers are falling for it. Also the horror fans were building a fandom since the songs everyone liked the most were those she used to control the castle back then.)

It's weird, you both act like a couple and do love each other, you don't feel as if you are husband and wife like back then. It's hard to tell if it's because how different marriages worked back then, but it works. You are fine, even when Nakime starts bringing a girlfriend to the house and explaining your relationship to her. "He was when I was having a hard time. He is my best friend, a brother to me."

.... You don't know how to feel about that, not because you feel hurt or embarrassed, but.... you DID marry her.... and now you are a brother..... damn..... That would be the only bad thing of all this situation.

Still, you and Nakime are good, your relationship works more than Nakime's girlfriend's, and you both seem fine with it. You obviously never date, much less marry, but you stay together for the rest of your lives.

Gyokko:

It should have been way harder to recognize Gyokko, to find him. You just went to an art exposition with that same artistic name, it was too much of a coincidense so you were there just for the nostalgia, but the second you saw the pots and adventured at the less liked pieces, scultures that represented tortured and remade human bodies, you knew it was him. You would recognize Gyokko's art anywhere, you remember him teaching you how to do said art but with real human bodies. You look around and find him complaining about parents bringing their children "So what if part of my exposition it's not for children? Art is not for children, they should be kept our of the museums just like the pets are." You just have to find a way into his life once again, because he is there and you want to be the sharing husband you were before, the one Gyokko actually cared about.

It was way too easy for you to step in, he eats compliments as if they were treats, but you gain interest talking about doing formal descriptions of his pieces. Color, technique, ilumination, style used, meaning behind it, you can tell all of those and more. He is enamored by your interest and your good taste "You are my new favorite person." Says Managi, his real name. The fact that you got it on day one says a lot. He still likes it more when you call him Gyokko, so you can do both.

You start inmdiately taking him out to dates and buying him gifts, same as in your past life. Materials for his art (this time not human material, not living people to have their limbs twisted and bones broken, squeezed together so they still protect the main organs so the victim will only ever die from starvation, bloodlost if you don't cover correctly the fissures or when the artist decides it's time to die... yeah, that is too much on your head. Is that trauma?) and some cheap art. (Why is in this era stealing things so hard? As a demon it was just matter of not letting the demon slayers find you.) "Hey Gyokko, should we eat outside tonight? Maybe some traditional sea food?" Managi was fascinated that you guessed what food he liked, and this time no children must die!

And so, it was easy. Don't misunderstand, Gyokko is as demanding as ever, but you already know him. Managi and Gyokko are basically the same person, literally the only difference you can find besides the appereance (in which he keeps the symetrical and balanced features, long hair and the colors since he uses make up an dies his hair. He is also naturally build, so besides having human limbs it's the same body type) is the fact that Gyokko had a high body count, and not of lovers. Even still, Managi also likes gore a lot.

"My favorite piece of art is L'Estasi di Santa Teresa" That is very Gyokko, to like an sculture about a woman having a face of orgasm while about to being stabbed... you missed him a lot, but now that you are a human you can't help but find some of his tastes questionable. But at the same time... it's normal. It's Gyokko being Gyokko. When you were a demon you saw humans die all the time, working with bodies came as natural as eating them. You grew ot of the craving for pain and death, Managi did not.

But he has not shown interest in hurting you, and gods above you know the weird fetish only he can come up to. Managi is religious, Shinto, but even if he does believe in demons, ghosts, spirits and other beings you don't know if he will believe anything you say. You don't even know if it safe. What if the desire to break bodies comes up again? Now, as someone who was a demon once, your main worry is that Gyokko might do something stupid out of passion. He might get caught, he might hurt himself, he might even traumatize himself if that's possible. "Darling, Y/N. I need help with this part. Will you come or what?"

"Good morning Managi, what would you like to do today?" The funny part is that you both just fell into an easy dynamic to the point Managi just started presenting you to others as his boyfriend a month and a half after you've met, without asking or confirming first. "I want you. And you clearly want me, not that I blame you. Still, Y/N, what is there to ask? We both want to ne together, don't we? Well, you treat me good, so I will let you stand by my side." It's weird, he does realize that you are too good reading him, but doesn't seem to care. He thinks you are, again, observant and have a good taste, so of course you know what he likes and are able to satisfy him!

Yeah.... maybe we should let Managi think whatever he wants for a while, specially since he likes your help in his gire art. "Did you study medicine or something? Because I swear you know a lot about the human body." And you try to look for any answer, honest or a complete lie, you don't care, that avoids telling him that in your past life you both used to rip bodies open... while keeping them alive. It was his art, you loved him for loving his art, and as a result you came to love his art too.

Being boyfriends is easy, this is exactly your relationships as demons, but as humans. It's like you both were just turned back instead of having gone through all the reincarnation process. Managi and you are boyfriends for two years before Gyokko is the one that asks for your hand but tells you to wait for the right moment. "I have the perfect wedding in mind, love. Just wait, I will tell you when it can become a reality." And you accept to wait for him.

He tells you when he thinks you both are ready for marriage, and it's the second you both have for something expensive. Just like in your past life he makes the wedding the way he wants it, a big event with the seats filled (you have not seen even ⅓ of the people in your life, and you already know all of Managi's friend and that he is an orphan, you only invited family and some of your close friends. Gyokko invited admirers even). "To be honest, I don't know why I'm even surprised. Let's just hope your fans don't ruin the event." But you know how to deal with it.

You just started living together after you got married, so by then Managi didn't find it strange the fact that you knew him well. That you knew how he liked to organize his place and things (you visited several times), what he likes to eat (you did have to learn this one, after all), to wear, to do. It's in the fifth year of marriage you decide to tell him. "Gyokko, we were husbands in our past life." He is not surprised, again, he is religious. "Also we were demons who ate and tortured humans as art."

Managi has been urging you to take classes and make scultures of him as he was as a demon, his art, and also draw all of your memories about it. He really likes the concept and fantasizes about it, he obviously believed so fast because he wants to believe it. He is even more passionate with his gore art, but at least he hasn't tried to kill anyone. Not even children (he still hates children, really, he laughs when dead or missing children appear on the news), so you are good.

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I am watching Crown of Candy first time (just finished the Sugar Plum Fairy fight) and I wish I did, but I really just don't vibe with Saccharina.

Like, no shade AT ALL to Emily, I think she is a masterful creation, but I just cannot get on board with her.

Iike, they are all coming from a place of trauma and emotion. Amathar and Ruby have lost their daughter/sister, been betrayed by a close family friend, been exiled from their kingdom - one has had his past mistakes come back on him in the most brutal way, the other had her entire worldview shattered. Saccharina has abandonment issues, children trauma, a history of abuse, and I don't think growing up with horrible nuns and then a band of marauders gave her the bestest of social skills. That's all fair, and I can see whether this is leading them to clash, Saccharina wants the family she always dreamed about and she wants in now, Amathar and Ruby and not in a position to be as emotionally available as she wants - yes at times they are being actively rude, but even when they aren't Saccharina seems to take the fact that they are treating her like a comrade rather than a beloved family member of a personal slight. And on Amathar and Ruby's side, this woman is a stranger to them, of course they aren't going to have the immediate relationship that she wants but that doesn't give them the right to take their grief out on her.

But for me the difference is that narratively, Amathar and Ruby are constantly being called out on the fact that they are letting their grief cloud their reaction to Saccharina. Theo does it, Caramelinda does it (from a politics POV), we get all of the marauder OC's reacting when A and R are rude, but noone ever calls Saccharina out for the ways that she's being rude, or the way that she is refusing to meet R and A where they are at.

Like, after the Sugar Plum Fairy, when Saccharina said that thing about how...'Oh I could have dealt with her but I chose to do something with you' to Ruby, and then got offended when Ruby wasn't immediately grateful. But, like, that's a rude thing to say. Saying 'I could have done the impressive thing you did and the only reason you got to do it is because I threw you a bone' is a rude thing to say. And I get where it is coming from in Saccharina - it's the same thing she did when they first met and she threw that feast. She thinks if she is useful to them, they will love her how she wants. and that it tragic - but no one ever challenges Saccharina on it and says, hey I get where you were coming from, bad execution though. Instead her marauders just act like the others have committed some heinous crime against Saccharina by not immediately fawning over her for saying that.

Even when Ruby does give Saccharina the olive branch and tries to explain her side, Saccharina doesn't really empathise - she brings it back to her own trauma, and how much she wanted a sister. Again, she isn't willing to meet Ruby where she's at. She doesn't really seem to want to build a relationship, she wants that relationship now, on her terms. (Again trauma, but still) but that's just not possible. I sympathise with her completely, but she is a stranger to them, an adult stranger. Who they met under the worst conditions, they're not going to have that immediate relationship that she wants.

I really wanted to like Saccharina and there are moments when I do. But I think if Saccharina was also being called out (And hey, I'm not finished she might be) on the moments where she's maybe being a bit of a dick, where she's disrespecting Amatar and Ruby's emotions (even if she's doing it with a smile, and with over-eagerness and accidental insults) or on the moments when she takes them treating her as a comrade rather than a confident as a slight (obviously not counting any of the times when they are actually being rude to her) I think I would be more settled with the character.

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since one direction came into my life, every version of me that has existed has loved them.

at 12, i only knew the words to one thing. at 15, i got to introduce the same song to my 6 year old brother at the time who loved it so much that he would constantly make me play it on my tablet and we would jam out together. it is a core memory of mine.

and not long after, i was watching “one direction funny moments” compilations till early hours of the morning, i was so hooked.

at 14, “1D” was spray painted in massive font on my bedroom door. how i got away with putting straight up black paint on a wooden door is beyond me, but remnants of that sign exist to this day in my childhood bedroom. the same bedroom where, for 4 beautiful years, i got to build a sense of self, and get into a lot of fights on the internet, thanks to these five men.

anyone who knows me irl will tell you that to this day, even as a 25 year old college graduate, i credit my understanding of the english language to the fact that i read a lot (and i truly mean a LOT) of one direction fanfiction on wattpad. before watching your favourite concerts on a grainy livestream was a thing, teenage me was getting up at unholy hours to go on youtube and watch every single concert video from the night before. and not only did i follow OTRA from the other side of the world, i stayed in bed for 7 hours straight on 1D day.

i sobbed for hours upon hours in March of 2015, and then again for their last tour stop at Sheffield, and one more time after their performance of History on X-factor. sadness came to me easily- it was the only plausible way to feel in times like these.

i can’t say the same for myself today. i was at my desk at work, doing something on excel for a project, when i got a text from my friend, yelling at me in all caps that a member of one direction- the band that i love so dearly that even at my grown age i refuse to discuss in front of people who know me in real life because they simply won’t get it- has died. my heart sank to the floor, and i couldn’t believe that i’m meant to go about my work day as if everything is normal.

liam’s death made me dissociate from real life from the minute i heard to about ten minutes ago when i started typing this out. knowing and understanding the one direction fandom means that i knew instantly that the public noise surrounding this news will be vapid and abhorrent- especially for his victims who have been courageous enough to speak out about the abuse they have been put through by this man. the exhaustion i felt when i logged onto twitter on the 16th, from the god awful things people were putting out into the world with no regard for the very real people who are being affected by his death, is unfortunately as eerily close to 2013-2015 as i have ever felt.

much like 2013-2015, though, i couldn’t do anything but keep going on twitter. seeing posts from long dead 1D stan accounts who were the only people who could understand the deep confusion and sadness that i was feeling. my timeline hasn’t been this inundated with pure one direction content in many many years, and these were the only people who made me feel less alone. og directions, who have for a while now stopped being a supporter of liam payne for the terrible things he has done since the band’s dissolution, are the only ones who know how confusing this grief has felt.

and then came the joint statement, signed in order of oldest to youngest, from louis, zayn, niall, and harry, and their tributes to one of the 5 (now 4) people in the world who lived through the phenomenon that changed the course of music history for the rest of time. the versions of liam that each of them chose to share with the rest of the world, their love for him, and even the regrets that came from the distance that grew between them- that hurt me more than my own sorrow. at the end of the day, you can’t really take the parasocial obsession out of the teenage girl who lives in me.

i’m sad that in the wake of his death, those he has harmed are going to be unfairly and unjustifiably blamed by the insufferable people who refuse to accept that death does not absolve someone of their wrongdoings.

i’m sad over the loss of a human life, and the loss of the version of one direction- the ot5 version- that is now gone forever. the same one direction that gave me so much joy, helped me through unspeakable pain, and will mean so much to me for as long as i am alive.

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The Fair Folk; A Shadowed Souls Novel: An Introduction

The Story: Riichi Saito had a troubled childhood, but as a young adult they want nothing more than a quiet life far from the angst of their youth. The universe is not so kind. They think they have a chance at that peace when their absent mother’s sister leaves them a small house in a teeny community call Blindthicket, but that proves hectic as not only was it not actually from their aunt, their mother turns out to be… … A fairy dictator? Can nothing be easy in their life? Mitchell Spring is a Foundling; a human who was kidnapped as young child and replaced with a changeling. He’s not known freedom for a second in his life, but he’s willing to fight for it, and to rally the other foundlings to do the same. But the fey queens are powerful, and the Changeling Mother dangerous. He needs help to do it. Help on their level. So, when he finds out that the Autumn Queen has a secret child who could take the empty winter throne, he jumps to try to recruit them to help. But he doesn’t want to force them as they refuse, and he tries to find another way while protecting them from their mother.

Fair Folk is an extremely pro-solidarity story with found family elements, a queer romance subplot, and themes of harmful parenting and healing from that.

Main Cast:

Riichi Saito

凜一 彩冬

They/them

Childhood prodigy classical musician who quit competitions and performing in public at all when they were 16, after their father went to jail and could no longer force them. They don’t even like music anymore, but it was all they had for their entire life, and they feel like they can’t let it go.

Really, they want to find love

for it again. They just don’t know how, and it seems pretty impossible as more family drama comes to haunt them, now from their mother’s side of the family.

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Mitchell Spring

He/him

Mitchell is a painter who never has the time to paint, instead having all his time taken by the fey who kidnapped him as a young child.

He could just runaway; he has just enough freedom to manage that, but he wants to change things, and free all foundlings and not just himself. So revolution it is.

They might be able to keep individual foundlings under their thumbs, but they can’t do it to all of them.

He hopes to make it so no kid is ever kidnapped like he was again

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James Hynes

He/him

James Hynes is a Changeling, placed in a home to replace a child who’s name he now shares that was kidnapped. He ran away from that home when he was 16, and that’s when the Changeling Mother called him back to the Fey world, to help run the very system that produced him. And he hates it.

He was daydreaming his own revolution before he met Mitchell, and after they met, the two were inseparable, slowly and secretly building a coalition from the ground up.

Other Characters:

Nina Spring: Nina is a six-year-old Foundling girl in Mitchell’s care. He took her under his wing (and basically adopted her) as a way to protect her from the very mistreatment he received from the Changeling Mother as a child. She’s endlessly curious and very talkative.

Kyle Spring: A foundling who started in the Autumn court, but recently was transferred to Spring as to work under Mitchell.

Malina Autumn: Malina is the highest ranked foundling of the Autumn court, and she’s an ally of Mitchell’s in his planned revolution. Buff girl who kicks ass and takes no one’s shit.

The Changeling Mother: All Changelings are descended from her, though none are born directly from her these days, as she lets the lesser mothers do that, and she runs the entire awful system. She’s a very abusive woman, and no changeling or foundling wants her direct attention.

The Autumn Queen: Queen of the Autumn Court and Riichi’s mother. She’s cold, unpredictable, and cruel. She hates being denied what she wants to extreme degree.

The Spring Queen: Queen of the Spring Court, and Mitchell’s ‘boss’. She capricious and harsh and willing to go to any lengths to prove herself better than her sisters at all costs.

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6, 13, 15, 30 for Jayde and Nadya!

6. How did they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Nadya was both excited and terrified when she first realized. It had been so long since she felt even a crush at all. Because of her extremely busy work/school life, she didn’t have the experiences that her peers have had, so Nadya went through long periods of doubts — in herself, in whether or not Jayde might feel the same, what to even do about any of it. She thought a lot about it, but it was really only a matter of building up the confidence to act on her feelings.

Jayde was also excited because her feelings for Nadya felt different and far more intense than her previous relationship, but that kind of got eclipsed by guilt. Jayde felt responsible for dragging Nadya out of her normal life and into one that is extremely dangerous. It felt wrong to pursue something romantic with her. She is also super self conscious of the power imbalance between them. So Jayde tried really hard not to fall head over heels even though she was careening down the first day they met.

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

Jayde is a really talented cook and she is very observant. If she notices Nadya mention something that she’s craving or wishing she could eat, Jayde will go out of her way and make it for her. Even if that means driving to an obscure market two towns away to get the ingredients she needs. She loves to surprise Nadya with it too.

Nadya loves to just be there for her. Jayde can sometimes be a bit like a dog with separation anxiety, but she also doesn’t want to smother Nadya and tries to give her space even though she’s desperate to be with her again. Nadya knows this and she always tells Jayde that she can join her for study sessions (if she can keep her hands to herself) or visit her in the clinic, etc. She also verbally assures Jayde of how much she enjoys her company and how much she loves her.

15. What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

For Jayde this is her music. Her father was very musically talented and could play almost anything and sang beautifully. Jayde grew up being taught all that her dad knew and they really bonded over their shared love of music. After he died, Jayde just couldn’t do it anymore, it was too painful to relive those memories. Until Nadya came along. Now, Jayde plays the piano (which was her favorite) and sings almost exclusively for Nadya.

Nadya is an open book with almost everything…. except what she endured as a child. She never told a single soul, but her older half brother was emotionally and physically abusive for the majority of her childhood. Jayde was the only one that she ever felt safe enough with to open up to about that part of her life and it really freed her in a way. Especially since Jayde just makes her feel safe in general.

30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

Nadya is a lover of black licorice and Jayde despises the stuff. It’s an assault on her senses and if Nadya has eaten even a piece, she refuses to kiss her until that crap is long gone from her mouth. It’s honestly the only thing that wards Jayde off from kissing her lmao.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

ok i love both scenarios but im going INSANE !!!!!! at the idea of being their gaming rival but they can’t handle u being better than them so… dubcon, noncon incoming…

i’ve played a lot of FPS/shooters, (not that i’m good at it), but idrk what type of games they play but just bear with me.. i just imagine that u all play together or even better, u compete against them often online.. but also i’m just thinking that u all live together or in the same building or smth… let’s go with the same building.

plsss🤭🤭 so they come over to play or smth maybe cuz now i don’t know how to imagine u all in the same room HELP anyways u agree to a bet that the winner gets to ask one favour of each of the losers, anything, and yeah u know where this is going.

so u win. of course. and they can’t have that, so while ur explaining how much better you are than them and they were stupid ! to even make a bet with u about it, jake slips himself behind you grab your forearms and pull them behind your back while heeseung takes his belt off and you’re confused for a min… heeseung hands his belt to jake to bind your wrists and you start to clue in :(

with you restrained, they’re free to do whatever they want with you. they’re sore losers :(

i like the idea of them teasing you, taking ur clothes off and abusing your nipples, making you gag on their fingers, and fingering your poor cunt but not letting you cum :( you’d be so ashamed n embarrassed, whining and crying and refusing to give in to what they want u to do, which is tell them they’re better than you, and that you’ll be a good little slut for them :(

ur breaking down soon enough though, and asking them to let you cum, no, ur begging them to let u cum, it hurts too much :(( jake is fondling ur breasts and biting on ur neck🤭🤭 and heeseung keeps slapping ur clit when you clench around his fingers, signalling you’re close to cumming but commands that u don’t

and then cuz im insane, they’d make u take both of them at the same time, ignoring your cries and screams, and you can’t even hold onto them for comfort because they tied ur hands up :( telling u that they’re ruining you for anyone else, you’ll never be able to be satisfied by just one cock ever again, and you know it’s true :(( leaning into heeseung’s neck and whimpering their names, letting them bounce u on their cocks and moaning for them, you’re making such a mess all over their laps and when they cum inside u it just feels too good even though u all just came, ur craving it to happen again

- 🥟 anon

I'm praying because that was... Wao

The detail!!!!

I suck at playing those games (I tried to play a couple of times because I had fun with my brothers but men online were just really mean to me and I quickly stopped 😭)

But yeah you winning and both of them being sore losers, they would let you yap until they get fed up of you rubbing how much better than them you are and something snaps when you try to ask for the favor (maybe they helping you talk to their friend Jay?, "I've been meaning to get his number for a long time") so they, listening to what you want, know they can't let you just do whatever you want.

In the end, you're their girl, even if obnoxious, loud and insensitive while playing, you belong to them, and they won't let any low rank boy taking you from their hands.

They use you, hurt you a little, and make you repeat what they want, almost like washing your brain into wanting them, because you want to cum, right?

They love to see you squirming, crying, begging to stop torturing you and just let you cum, and they want to make you feel good, but your little clit looks so pretty overstimulated, throbbing under their gazes, a sight no one but them should have the privilege of seeing.

When you're finally about to cum, so close that you're leaking down drops of your wetness, they stop everything, finding the best position to slip inside, forcing your insides to accept them, and getting your orgasm just by the little pressure of their members filling you, they leave clear that no one but them, could give you that amount of pleasure.

[monriatitans]

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No Easy Target by Iris Johansen Margaret Douglas has worked hard to put her painful past behind her. Raised off the grid in an abusive home, her only escape was the nearby forest in which she sought refuge whenever she could. There, in the peaceful woods, she discovered a strange gift: the ability to understand animals and to communicate with them. And so those creatures became her only friends, her only joy during a desolate childhood. Now Margaret wants nothing more than to live a quiet life, close to the animals and under the radar. But her abilities have not gone unnoticed, and there are those who would use them for their own purposes. Determined not to be a pawn in anyone’s game, every time someone gets too close, Margaret uproots her life and outruns them.   When John Lassiter breaks into Margaret’s apartment, she vanishes again, but Lassiter has good reason to be persistent. As a CIA operative, he owes his life to his men, one of whom is being held captive by an unrelenting enemy—an enemy who has set his sights on Margaret. Which means that Lassiter must control her to use her as bait.   With danger in hot pursuit, Margaret finds herself matching wits with a man who refuses to stop or be stopped. Turning from the hunted to the hunter, Margaret must use everything she has ever learned to not only survive but also to defeat a great evil. And to prove once and for all she’s no easy target.

Red Wolf by Liza Marklund BENEATH A DARK WINTER SKY…DEATH WAITS PATIENTLY. A journalist is murdered in the frozen white landscape of a northern Swedish town. Annika Bengtzon, a reporter at a Stockholm-based tabloid, was planning to interview him about a long-ago attack against an isolated air base nearby, and now she suspects that his death is linked to that attack.   Against the explicit orders of her boss, she begins to investigate the event, which is soon followed by a series of shocking murders. Annika knows the murders are connected. At the same time, she begins to suspect that her husband is hiding something, and nothing can counteract the loneliness that has crept into her life.   Behind everything lurks the figure of the Red Wolf, a cold-blooded killer with the soul of a lover. In the end, she must discover the truth not only about the murders but also about the lies that are destroying her own family.

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[more-than-a-princess]

Well, shit. She'd only intended to attempt to diffuse the attention, taking a combined practical yet heartfelt approach about the fictional intimacy onscreen. Instead, she'd unintentionally spoiled the movie for him. Sonia's eyes widened, horrified at her own actions, and she felt her cheeks grow warm at his response. "Goodness, I really am sorry," She apologized quietly, not wanting to talk over the chaos unfurling in the film. By now, the ship had hit the iceberg and the first class passengers were under the assumption they'd be permitted back into their cabins shortly. "It is just that, in the beginning of the film, she is introduced as 'Mrs. Calvert,' I thought it must be intuitive." Even if it hadn't been a repeat viewing of the film for Sonia, these were the sorts of details she kept track of in movies. So when the masked killer in a horror movie or the culprit in a murder mystery were unveiled, she was often close, if not right on the mark with her guesses. Romance movies didn't offer quite the same amount of deduction, but she still tried not to ignore the little details present.

She wasn't about to confirm that sex could be beautiful. It had been once for her, before she'd even stepped foot upon the campus of Hope's Peak Academy. Growing up quickly was part of being royal, physical intimacy included: and yet she hadn't found herself engaged in such pursuits again until her time as a Remnant. Memories she wished she could forget and hadn't managed to, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't remember all the names and faces she'd debauched, tortured, abused, and often killed in her quest for manipulation, fulfilling her sexual appetite, and despair. The ones she did were the ones she'd clearly hurt the most, Kazuichi amongst them.

She grimaced beside Gundham, not at the people making a jump for their lives off the side of the ship and Jack and Rose swimming towards a floating door, but at her own acts of brutality. People praying for their lives on-screen hadn't exactly helped: some of her victims had done the same before they'd died at her hand, or by those who eagerly followed her orders. "No, there is not," She confirmed to him, just as Rose let go. "Though I think I read once that plenty of experts tried to test the theory using people of similar builds on a similar plank of wood: it failed every time."

Even despite the ending, tossing the necklace overboard before greeting everyone who had died in the disaster in heaven, it had been a depressing choice of a film: a historical disaster within the frame of a doomed love story. Something she thought Gundham had been aware of when he'd picked it out, but instead as the credits rolled, her hand still clasped in his, Sonia could only stare before doing something she hadn't done in months, perhaps years.

She laughed. Truly laughed, at his assumption as to what the film had been about by cover alone. "An embrace...like that?" She said, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she tried to utter her words through giggles. "But that is a romantic embrace if there ever was one!" He'd let her hand go in the process, and she brought it to her mouth to stifle some of the residual laughter in an attempt to settle down. "I have never had a brother, but I certainly would not expect one to hold me like that, like he has searched his entire life for me and, despite the hardship they have faced and what lies ahead, he refuses to let me go." That was the sort of romance she'd once dreamed of and believed she deserved. Times, unfortunately, had changed.

She followed after him, gathering her own garbage and tossing it into the proper bin. It was a relief to be off the romance topic, if just for a little while: it was becoming difficult, to even speak of it in an abstract sense, or between two fictional characters, and not look into his multi-colored eyes, study the scars on his face, and still see something of the boy she'd met at Hope's Peak, with his army of hamsters and a kind disposition to all animals, even the ones many found frightening. She vaguely remembered him bringing a live bear to class once, showing his classmates how it mimicked his every pose and followed his every command. He'd been so darkly charming then, she'd gone tongue-tied in his presence. A rarity for her at the time.

"I am not sure how it is for you," She replied, wiping the last of the popcorn residue from her fingers into a napkin before depositing it into the garbage too. "But the Neo World Program supplemented some memories I had forgotten and overlooked others. There's things I want to recall but cannot, and then there are things like film trivia, which comes to me the more I watch the available movies and read the available books in the library. I think that is why I do it, to test the capabilities of my memory after everything."

One of them, anyway: the other was far more obvious. So she didn't have to focus entirely on her activities as a remnant. Without fictional stories to focus on and liquor to drink, she'd be in a constant state of nightmares, asleep and awake. "What novels do I enjoy?" She repeated, as if he'd asked her to choose a singular chocolate truffle in a dessert buffet. "Plenty really, sometimes whatever I can get my hands on. I like a puzzle I might unravel in a good mystery provided it does not resurrect things I would like to forget, but otherwise I have always enjoyed gothic novels, and gothic romance. Otherworldly adventures with a love story: those always took me away from a royal castle and into another sort of castle entirely. Haunted, by ghosts, secrets, and regrets. What about you?" An embarrassing question to be asking the person she'd been hopelessly in love with for years: she couldn't even remember what sort of books he'd liked. Something that would have been terribly important for the Sonia before The Tragedy to know. "What do you like to read?"

She'd laughed, she spoke easily and openly when she hadn't done so in weeks, maybe even months, since she'd awakened from the program. It was both the strangest thing and yet the most natural, leaving the theater and walking beside him. As if they'd been to plenty of films together before joining Ultimate Despair, and they were simply picking up on where they'd left off. Even the night didn't feel quite as daunting: not as humid, not as a gloomy reminder that she'd soon need to sleep and be beholden to whatever horrible memory her brain decided to replay for her in vivid shades of red, the all-too-familiar copper scent, and the sounds of screams.

"The restaurant?" She repeated. She knew exactly what he'd meant, in the unique way he conveyed his thoughts and opinions. Sonia instead clarified it for herself: after a three hour film, she'd guessed he'd want to return to the animals, or his cabin, after what surely had been a long day for him. But Gundham had a point: all either of them had really eaten was popcorn, and her stomach rumbled at the thought of an actual meal. "Yes, I would like to eat something. But as you say, the dinner hours are over and our friends have found it fit to ban me from the kitchen. I kept wasting resources, as Hajime put it, after my fifth attempt at cooked fish. Fuyuhiko was sick for several days."

Gundham didn't think the movie could be that bad, so he went along with it after Sonia's assurances that she would be fine. She was fine, despite the fact that he could tell certain scenes reminded her of her past: When she was a Princess forced to endure a life that he couldn't even begin to fathom. Growing up impoverished instead, he could relate more to Jack, though he knew he was nowhere near as charming and confident as the other man was. However, he too had fallen for the rich girl way out of his league: A fact made only clearer by the way his heart picked up it's rapid beat when he took her hand.

Giving her comfort was an excuse. The main reason he did it was because he wanted to do so. Instead of the gesture soothing her though, it seemed to make her look a bit more sad if anything. He had a feeling that something reminded her of their past, as most things did. It was impossible to forget what they'd done, who they had been, even in quiet moments such as this one. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze in reassurance, despite the fact that a large part of him worried that her mood had soured simply because it was him touching her, instead.

The breeder's cheeks turned a deep red as the former Princess spoke so candidly about the sex scene. She said the word so easily, that he began to choke on a popcorn kernel. It wasn't as if he was a virgin, and he knew he shouldn't be as flustered as he was. As the Ultimate Despair, he'd taken what he'd wanted from a few women, but he'd felt nothing from the experience. The concept of intimacy with love was foreign to him, even though he knew that's how it was supposed to be. With Sonia, it was different. It felt new, and it scared him. "I suppose when you put it that way.. Perhaps such a gesture can be a beautiful thing after all. Although.. I do believe you may have just spoiled the ending." He chuckled softly, anything to get off of the subject of sexual intimacy.

He didn't have to try too hard to change the subject, because the film soon took a dark turn. As Rose and Jack tried to escape the devastation, his grip tightened a bit upon Sonia's. Even though he now knew that Jack would not make it out of this alive, he somehow wished that Sonia was mistaken, and that the pair could be together, happily ever after. He knew it was simply wishful thinking though, as Jack got quiet after awhile. "Is... is there not room for both of them on that plank?" It was too late for the poor man though, as Rose shook him, crying. Well, he sure picked a depressing movie. Probably not the best way to uplift their moods...

"I..." He stammered. He had seen the cover and the two embracing, and now it seemed incredibly obvious. "I believed it to be a woman and her familiar, or perhaps a brother..?" He certainly hadn't expected it to turn out like this, and he felt a bit overwhelmed. He endured the sorrow for Rose and Jack, the yearning he had to act on his own feelings, and the noticeable lack of warmth now that he'd unfastened his hand from Sonia's. He was glad when she began to talk of the production of the movie, holding on to her words as if they were a life line, despite not knowing much about the subject himself. "I see... So everything was not simply an illusion. That is quite impressive... There was not much of that so called CGI back then after all. Kehehe.."

Gundham collected his own trash, and he also dumped it into the can near the exit. Following her outside, he was surprised to find it was already quite dark out. Time had flown by while he'd sat next to her, enjoying the movie and the feel of her soft skin. "I do not think that you are taking it lightly. I find it inspiring that you are so knowledgeable about the makings of films... I myself do not know much on the subject. I can tell you are passionate about it though, so please do not hold back." He simply enjoyed listening to her speak of a subject that she found fascinating.

"I.. did not intend to select a romance." His cheeks pinked once more. "I am glad you find them more refreshing though. However... That one seemed to be quite devastating to me." He was worried that he'd selected a movie that would cause her mood to plummet, so he felt relieved that it didn't seem to do so. Perhaps, he couldn't say the same about his own mood though. "I do enjoy a good tome now and again to distract myself from those thoughts." He agreed. "What kind of novels do you enjoy?"

He made simple small talk as they walked, and all too soon they made it back to the hotel area. He didn't want the night to end yet, and all they had eaten was popcorn. "Would you care to accompany me to the dining establishment?" The hotel restaurant was nearby. He wasn't sure if there was food at this time of night, but that wouldn't be a problem. "If dinner hours are over, I may be able to create something for the two of us." Of course, it would be nowhere near Teruteru's level of cuisine, but Gundham was a pretty good self-taught chef.

[heretherebedork]

The connection of food and domesticity and abuse is a powerful one and it plays so deeply into the relationship that Vegas and Pete are slowly building and creating. It's a relationship that grows with them but also breaks with them and around them.

We see Vegas amuse himself by giving Pete a snack when he's watching him the first time, see him tease his knowledge about him and what he's doing. Food is a tease, a joke, a way of showing Pete that he knows but also of mocking Pete, the condom that he grabs out of the bag symbolic of his own amusement at this.

The first torture scenes we got in the safehouse were about Pete refusing to eat and asking for death, Vegas using the food as humiliation, as proof that he is less than human, barely even a pet. The slop was not made to be anything, was to do nothing but keep Pete alive so he could be tortured.

The first scene after we saw worry and a shared understanding was when Vegas brought the noodles and Pete ate and Vegas got frustrated that he thought he might be poisoned and showed him the food was safe.

That was the first time that Vegas smiled at something Pete actively did, the first time Vegas saw something in Pete that made him happy. Vegas takes a chance at providing something for him and it is the first thing that makes him smile after his exile and blacklisting. This is the first steps of Vegas realizing that he can take care of someone, of something, that he can do do things for other people and not be beaten down for it.

Then we get to the point that he's in the kitchen, watching a video about cooking, trying to make something exactly to Pete's taste, to make as a treat, to make it beautiful. Has Vegas ever truly cooked before? He's certainly never made food with care before. He's never decorated a plate before. He's never been proud of his food before.

And then his father destroys it. Not just destroys it but doesn't even care that he destroys it, doesn't care that he just proved to Vegas that he cannot take care of Pete. The cycle of abuse is still wrapped around his throat and he cannot break out, he cannot give Pete was he wants to give him and if he cannot then he cannot do anything.

He makes noodles but when Pete doesn't eat them he lashes out, he breaks down, because all Vegas sees in himself in the failure that his father has told him always is, is the food on the floor and ruined by his hand and worthless. The noodles were not the choice he wanted. Vegas was trying to choose Pete with his food and he failed and so he falls apart... only to see Pete fall apart in response.

Then we get the parallel scenes of them with their food crying, Pete back with the main family and Vegas knowing that he is back where he is safe, where he wanted to be, away from. Both of them are in agony, though, despite what has happened and despite having food in front of them that they would normally love.

Pete has the noodles, the same type that Vegas made, a taste now familiar thanks to memories he doesn't want but also desires and pain that sinks so deeply into him that he cannot avoid or pretend it isn't happening. Pete clutches his marks and he cries because he wants but he cannot accept.

Vegas has food spread in front of him as he sits at the foot of the bed he shared with Pete. Do you think he bothered to clean up Pete's blood? Is he sitting and staring at the stains that he will leave there forever, the marks of Pete's existence. Vegas cries because Pete has gone back and he cannot go back and he has food but he does not eat.

Food is one of the things that abusers very often control. Access, quantity, safety, type, when and where and how food exists.

Food started as a torture method, as a form of a control, as proof of where Pete existed in relation to Vegas. Then it became a form of affection only for that to be broken by the cycle of abuse, for what was trying to be a symbol of love to be destroyed and then to start the cycle again. And then food became a memory, a wish, a dream, something connected to the good moments and the painful moments.

Someday in the future, Vegas will be able to prepare a meal for Pete and he will present it to him and he will be so, so scared but Pete will smile and the food will be there, will be on their table and they will share in food that they prepared and they will be together and they will be safe and they will be chosen.

[yn-ymn-yln]

Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I'd like to request a Kol Mikaelson X reader where the reader is a child psychic (12-15) that Kol low-key adopts. Like the Mikaelsons find about this kid with "gifts" and try to locate her but when they do they find out that her parents are physically abusive and trying to repress her abilities. So, the Mikaelsons gang saves her and she lives with them and at first Lol only really cares to study her abilities but he eventually realizes she's kinda a mischievous little whack-job of a human and he's like: "This is my child now." You can choose what sort of psychic power the reader has. (Ex. Empathic, telepathic, telekinetic, foresight...) Thank you!!!!

*Thank you for the request and your patience love! I hope you like it!*

Black Sheep

Kol had been watching you for a few days now. He had gotten wind of your abilities from the witches in the quarter, but was determined to see if you were worth his time himself.

From distant observation alone he could tell you were an empath, though he wasn’t sure just how far your abilities could go.

Could you control other people’s emotions?

Had you even scratched the surface of what your powers could actually do?

Listening intently from the corner of your street he hears the disturbing sound of your pleading.

“I won’t do it again! I promise! PLEASE DON’T LOCK ME IN HERE!”

“You’ve left us no choice Y/f/n, you’re a danger to everyone around you, there are consequences to your actions.” Kol’s head lifts at those words, he had heard a rendition of that more than once, listening to you endure the same treatment cracks his inhuman exterior slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t dangerous, just different… A black sheep, like him. Without much thought Kol makes a decision, one that could very well leave him daggered, in a box for the next century.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Staring into the eyes of Klaus, Kol doesn’t back down from the choice he’s made, whether or not it was a mistake was still up for debate.

“They’re an empath, I figured they could be of use to us.” Without another word and before things could get heated, Elijah shows you to one of the many spare rooms that litter the compound.

“Did he kill them?” Your voice is soft and unsure, your age shining through despite your predicament. Although you were looking for reassurance Elijah was quite finished with Kol’s antics.

“Sleep. We can discuss things further in the morning.” He turns away at that, leaving you with the uncertainty of your parent’s survival and the unsettling feeling of a strange bed.

~~

As the months progressed so did your abilities, under Freya’s watchful eye you had learned more about your powers than you thought possible, which got you into trouble. A lot.

Running up the stairs of the compound you desperately attempt to reach your room before Klaus got wind of your little prank, though the vampire in your path did little to aid you in that endeavor.

“And where are you off to?”

“No time to explain, HIDE ME.” Jumping into the arms of your rescuer, your eyes widen at the vicious yell from the living room.

“Y/N!!” Glancing from you to the end of the stairs Kol immediately releases you, laughing loudly at your unceremonious landing. Within a second Klaus is in front of the two of you, eyes blazing with fury.

“You little brat.” Before things could escalate further you dulled the emotions raging through the hybrid’s mind, lulling him into a false sense of security.

“I’m sorry Klaus, I promise it won’t happen again.” Your smile to others would seem apologetic but to Kol was as mischievous as they came.

“It’s alright love, no worries.” Glancing at Kol you can’t help the small giggle that bubbles from within you.

“Your abilities seem to be coming along well.”

“Yeah… Freya’s really helped a lot.” It was awkward, Kol hadn’t spoken to you much since saving you, though you had spotted him watching from the door while you and Freya practiced on occasion.

“Better hide before he realizes what you’ve done.”

“Done again, you should say.” As if on cue Klaus’ booming voice rips through the compound for the second time.

“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE MONGREL!!!”

~~

Try as he might to keep his distance, Kol couldn’t help but feel a kinship towards you. You were a trouble maker. From playing pranks on Elijah, to dulling Klaus’ rage in the presence of his enemies, you were the culprit to some of Kol’s favorite crimes. Of course, a case could be made that you were certifiably insane, but what was the world without a little chaos?

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Jumping a mile Freya whips around to face you, eyes wide.

“Why?! It’s just a rock?!”

“My socks keep going missing, so I’m leaving an offering to the house troll.” Mouth agape, Freya isn’t quite sure if you were serious or not.

“Y/n there is no such thing as a house tro-”

“SHHHHHHHH! He’s always listening.” In true twelve-year-old fashion you bolt behind the couch, eyes constantly watching the rock perched on the window.

“KOL! COME GET YOUR CHILD PLEASE!” With a furrowed brow Kol enters the living room, eyes landing on your squinting form from your semi hidden position.

“Uhh…” Sighing loudly you go through the explanation again, never once looking away from your trap.

“That’s why I’m waiting here.”

“So the house trolls will leave you alone?” Kol’s confusion bleeds into his question.

“No! So I can get my socks back from the greedy bastards. They messed with the wrong kid.” Shaking his head Kol kneels next to you in your makeshift trenches.

“How long do you intend to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

When Rebekah enters the war zone twenty minutes later, she’s greeted with a sight that melts her heart. You were fast asleep on Kol’s lap, mouth wide open, face pointed towards the ceiling. Kol wasn’t much better, head resting against yours with his eyes closed.

“So much for hunting trolls.” She can’t help the smile that forms as the words leave her mouth. Her brother truly was a child. Good thing he had you to play with.

~~

Your thirteenth birthday was something Kol was admittedly not prepared for, not because of the balloons or the obvious sugar rush you were sporting, no those things he could handle. What he couldn’t handle was the effects of time already taking their toll. You were a year older now than when he had saved you, features slowly morphing and changing.

How long did he truly have left with you?

That thought alone turned the cheery celebration into something much more debilitating. Somewhere in the back of Kol’s mind he’d thought about changing you, turning you in the middle of the night like his parents had done to him. Could he do it? Rip away everything you have ever known for his own selfish want to have you around forever? Watching the joy break out across your face as you open presents, he doesn’t think he could.

As the night winds down Kol goes in search of you, fully prepared to compel you to sleep off your sugar high. When he finds you fast asleep on the couch, stuffed bear he had bought you gripped tightly in your grasp, he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Dad?” With your groggy whisper Kol’s freezes in place. You had never called him that, refusing to emotionally attach yourself to any one after what your parents had done, though your tired state didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t acknowledge your slip up, too concerned with the moisture building in the corners of your eyes.

“Bad dream.” Lifting you into his arms, he shushes you gently.

“It’s alright little one, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Watching you sniffle quietly and burrow into his embrace, Kol knows no matter how much it hurts, or how little time he had left with you, he would never let himself be the source of your sadness.

After all black sheep had to stick together.

[raggaraddy]

Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

@blacksnow160

Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."