#everyone say thank you to mr amazing devil

[ierotits]

so to be clear: 100% of the credit for jaskier finally being canonically queer and having a full romance story thats treated well in season 3 goes to joey batey

[slytherinshua]

MRS. SCROOGE VS KIM DONGHYUN

genre. comfort. warnings. implied that reader has depression and depressive thoughts throughout the fic. reader uses humour to make their depression seem lighthearted. not proofread. pairing. leehan x reader. wc. 762. request. requested by anon for #39: "don't listen to the voices in your head, listen to mine." a/n. i love leehan :( the way hes the best in bonedo at emotions and like the therapist ugh i love him so much!!! also this was very inspired by personal experience. net. @onedoornet

Donghyun knew something was up with you when he found you sitting in front of the fish tank instead of in your room. As the co-parent of the fishies, of course it was normal for you to check up on them. But zoning out in front of them? That was a Donghyun thing.

“What’s up?” He asked, pulling up a chair beside you, mirroring the position you were sitting in with your arms wrapped around your knees.

“The sky.” You mumbled, giving your boyfriend a mere glance before your gaze moved back to the shrimp at the bottom of the tank.

Donghyun sighed, “I know you’ve been stressed out lately. I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it.” He told you, also looking at the tank, knowing eye contact might have the opposite effect of the one he wanted.

You huffed, “The voices, Donghyun.”

Donghyun raised an eyebrow, “The voices?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and turned to him, “The ones that tell me I’m useless and that nobody cares about me. You know the ones— annoying little devils, but they’re so convincing.” 

Donghyun hummed in understanding, a sad smile on his face. He adored you and the way you described things, even the little depression dementors that tormented you. You were so full of life despite how much you suffered. From the moment he first saw you until now, you amazed Kim Donghyun.

“Don’t listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine.” He said, reaching for your hand. You met his eyes skeptically, not sure what your boyfriend had up his sleeve. But you were sure it was something. If there was one thing you were sure of, it was that Donghyun never failed to surprise you. He was always unexpected.

“I love you. I think you’re amazing, you know? No matter what, I’m always going to be here for you. Even when you don’t think you deserve it or when you wish you could just disappear. Trust me, if I wanted to leave— if I didn’t actually love you— I would’ve been long gone by now.” He told you, his voice confident, reassuring, loving.

And you wanted to believe him. You wanted to cling onto every word that left his mouth and believe them like they were gospel. You wanted to kiss him senseless and forget about the rotten world you were blessed enough to meet him in. But that voice inside your head said otherwise, fighting off the words your boyfriend told you, labelling them as lies, as promises that he would break just like everyone had before. You weren’t worth it. You weren’t worth anyone’s care or love. There was no way Donghyun actually—

“Y/n. What did I say? Don’t listen to the voice. What’s his name anyway?”

“Her name, actually. Mrs. Scrooge. She’s Scrooge’s grumpier wife. She’s insufferable.” You said, a little smile playing on your lips.

“Mrs. Scrooge? Must be tiring having to host that old lady in your pretty head.” Donghyun smiled, a mix of amusement and sadness in his voice. You just nodded, finally cracking a proper smile. “Well, tell Mrs. Scrooge that she’s not invited to this discussion.” Donghyun added, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Alright. I think she’ll go to bed for the night if I ask her.” You mumbled, staring back at the corydoras swimming around without a thought in the tank. They didn’t know how awful the world was— they only knew Donghyun and his perfectly caring nature. You wished you were a fish. But that would be impossible. At least you had Donghyun regardless.

“I love you. Thanks for getting her to go to sleep. She’s a real headache.” You mumbled, starting to stand up. Donghyun followed your movements, walking behind you to the kitchen.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked gently.

You hummed, “A lot better. Thank you.” 

Donghyun smiled, heart now at ease. He opened his arms for you and you fell into them, letting Donghyun bury his nose in your hair, pressing occasional kisses to the top of your head. 

The world was rarely kind to you, and some days it felt as if you were beaten so low to the ground that giving up and collapsing completely would be the better choice. But, no matter what, Donghyun always found you and offered you his hand, helping you up again with a reassuring smile and a promise to always be by your side.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

YANDERE! ACTOR OC x IDOL! READER x YANDERE! FAN OC

— inspired by oshi no ko & lana del ray’s pretty when you cry. ff: did you know i was gonna have my usernames in social medias be “akumarine” which mixes my two fixations att (oshi no ko & iruma)? no? well now you do!

tw/cw: yandere themes; mentions of seggs and substances but no smut. mentions of non-con. reader is a cold-hearted bastard. substance use. character death. murder. reader gets called pretty (but that’s a gn term so fite me). necrophillia.

this was inspired by uh… one of gen’s stories. let’s say. and mr. devil’s stoner reader.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“I’ll wait for you babe, that’s all I do, babe.”

GENIUSES WERE BORN, NOT CREATED

That was the mindset Kahliel had. Some people were literally and figuratively born different. Only a select few were able to gaze into the intricacies of their craft and tune it to heights others could only imagine.

You were one such genius. It only took one gaze to understand that. You saw the set in ways even he didn’t account. The lighting, the blocking, and the subtle body language, the angles of which you thrived in. He only heard of your amazing work as an idol, how you manage to look entrancing in every shot and moment, how you are able to mesmerize even those that swore they hated you.

But genius, true geniuses also have one other trait Kahliel recognized. It was their heartless nature.

You two met on set years ago as young adults. It was one of his earlier works as the main actor. Not a film, but a musical. Even then he could see the void in your eyes. Your cold demeanor repelled the people around you. He could have never expected that kind of performance from a person who seemed to hate even the regular ground they walked on, much more the stage.

That musical launched him to stardom and led to you two having sex for the first time.

“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit compared to all your drugsz”

It was embarrassing really. Kahliel had no time and therefore no prior experience on such things. But you just looked so pretty underneath the blue dim lighting of the club the afterparty was held in. A drink, maybe a couple of weed later and you found yourselfs in a dingy motel’s bedroom. Entangled in eachother’s bodies, the scent of sex, sweat and the strongest of all — puke wafting through the air.

He couldn’t believe it. He admired you for quite a bit. Sure you are stoic, standoffish. But there were times you’d defend him from other people on set. You weren’t cruel and unfair.

At least, he thought you were.

Kahliel was proud of his performance as an actor. So, as you left him that night. Without so much as a farewell. He does not cry.

He does not weep.

Even as his heart was shattering.

HE MEETS YOU AGAIN ON MUSIC VIDEO SET. YOUR MUSIC VIDEO’S SET.

And it took him everything not to run up to you. He had not heard about you at all after the musical. Too focused with his own career and distraught by the way you treated him and left, he threw himself into acting, partying, fucking other actors and actresses — heck even randos or fans who’d take his money and shut up about it. It was only by destiny’s design that you two cross paths again.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yes?”

Indifference. The same look you gave him way back then. Like he was just dirt underneath your shoe. You probably don’t even remember that you’ve slept with him once before. Much less the kindness you spared when everyone else looked down at him. The very reason he entrusted his virginity to you.

But then, there was also something else. Your eyes were blood-shot. Your countenance, despite being as heavenly as he remembered, showed signs of deterioration.

You were high.

“No, I just wanted to give you these. As a token of acting together once again.” He said as he presented a large bouquet of spider-lilies, practically blinding you with its reds.

“Thank you. Leave them over there.” You pointed to a corner with a grateful smile.

Later on, he saw you throwing his gift in the trash. Not a hint of emotion on your face.

“But I don’t really mind, I’ve got much more than that.”

Viné was a fan of yours from the very beginning. Under the pseudonym Grapevine, he’d post regular updates. Essentially he stalked you for a living. He had a day job of course. But his true passions lied with watching you on the daily

You’ve gotten sloppy lately. You almost never check your gifts from him. Accepting them eagerly. Not a care in the world if they were bugged or with a tracker.

He used to think that it was terrible how you got into substances. Worried how it’d impact your health and performance on stage and screen. But now, now he reveled in it.

Viné already knew where you lived of course. But there were times where you’d move all of sudden or where he wasn’t free to check on you.

Now, his hands trembled in ecstasy as he watched you in your room.

But you were with someone else.

Viné didn’t care for much aside from what you starred in, and even in those songs or films all he could focus on was you.

So who was this man standing in your room as you were drugged out? Pushing you unto your bed with a grin so wide it hurt just to look at it.

Viné stared as this man defiled you. He watched as he saw him squeezed you tight, smothering his filthy lips all over your body.

You . . .

You were betraying him.

How could you do this to him? He supported you all this this time but this is how he gets repaid? A free show to watching his god be with someone else?

He does not watch the rest of the live-show. Utterly disgusted by your behavior and cheating.

He quickly made his way through the mess and trash strewn all over his house and grabbed a dull knife from the kitchen. He sets off into the night.

He had to teach you a lesson.

The two men, despite your arms going limp, continued their actions. Unaware that you had choked on your own vomit a while ago.

A smile was etched on your face, pretty as it always was.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[zaimta]

Hiii! Are your requests open? I’ve been reading your OP stories and I loooove them!

So I was wondering if I can request a story where Ace and zoro are both interested in you, like hella interested and causes a lot of tension ? You can choose how it ends and who reader ends up with lol.

zai broadcasts - pre time skip zoro gotta love him man this idea was a serve anon, im gonna split this into 2 parts bc i actually love both of them and i can’t pick one and i have ideas for both that i wanna use so stay tuned for em!!

˗ˏˋzoro ver. ˗ˏˋace ver.

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

“nice to meet you everyone i’m ace, and thank you for taking care of my kid brother by the way i know he can be a bit much.”

“oh no he is the near death situations we’ve been in is insane…and you just got on the grand line??”

ace laughed at your snarkiness “that is true he has a tendency to not think!”

nami shrugged her shoulders “well if we’re being honest here i don’t get paid enough to die every five minutes.”

“agreed.” the remaining stawhats spoke in unison slightly annoying their captain.

“hey i’m an excellent captain thank you very much!”

after the reunion between brothers ace revealed he was looking for a man named blackbeard and since their paths collided he decided to travel along with luffy and his crew.

“so are you gonna stop staring at him or go talk to him?” nami nudged you with a grin becoming aware of your little crush on ace.

you nudged her back with burning cheeks “shut up! it’s not like that nami.”

she rolled her eyes and mimicked your voice while fluttering her eyelashes “oh ace you’re so handsome! oh ace you’re hotter than your devil fruit! oh ace the things i’d let you do to me-”

“nami!” you shouted in embarrassment your face growing warm at her horrible impressions and the fact that he might’ve heard.

“the logical thing here would be to just talk to him! it’s not everyday you see a catch like him on the grandline y/n.”

“yeah…” you sighed looking over to where the green haired swordsman was leaned the mast he was napping as per usual, but the way the sun hit his skin just right. you couldn’t help but to stare, accidentally zoning nami out in the process only hearing her again when he gently nudges you for your attention.

“oohhh zoro too huh” she smirked at you but then sighed “personally im team ace im pretty sure he can pay his debts on time…”

“oh speak of the devil here he comes~” nami’s eyes followed ace as he walked along the deck of the merry, she noticed how his eyes lit up once he spotted you and she smirked to herself.

you turned around making eye contact with ace and turned around immediately, which caused nami to laugh at you being to nervous. “ready or not here he comes” she giggled.

“hey y/n, how are you doing”

nami giggled “oh? so excited to see them you forgot all about me?” ace attempted to respond but nami cuts him off speaking with a devilish grin directed towards you “up bup up! i’ll leave you two love birds to talk okay?” she ways goodbye to the two of you and walks into the kitchen of the merry.

ace sighs and sits next to you on the deck, his shoulder softly brushing against yours “so what was that all about?” he chuckles while pointing in nami’s direction. you roll your eyes with a slight smile on your face “that’s just how nami is, y’a know sweet dependable, insufferable nami…so” you look him in the eyes “what’s life like for you on the seas mr. ‘fire fist’” ace smiles at you “oh you know sailing, meeting amazing people, can’t forget running from the navy.”

you chuckle a bit “you don’t say?”

he chuckles “yup, the best part has been meeting amazing people like you” he takes his hat off and places it on your head with a grin “you’re quite the catch y/n.”

from the kitchen sanji watched the two of you on the deck, and suddenly gasped loudly which got the attention of nami and zoro “that bastard?! taking my y/n like that?!?” he shouts angrily. nami raises a brow “what now?” sanji points at the window with tears welling up in his eyes “everyone knows that if a cowboy puts their hat on someone, they’re claiming that person, that bastard just claimed y/n!” he speaks through sobs “nami-swan hold meeeee” me leapt into her arm’s crying into her shirt so she had no choice but to comfort the cook “there there” nami rolls her eyes while patting his back lightly.

“so what you’re saying his y/n is his now?” zoro said suddenly grabbing the attention of nami and the weeping cook, nami smirks at the swordsman “what do you have a crush on y/n or something? y/n looks cozy with ace don’t you think, are you sure you can’t even make a dent in that?”

zoro sucks his teeth “what’s that supposed to mean?” nami’s smirk grew wider and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes “im saying that y/n seems pretty into ace, unless you’re into y/n and you want to change that.” zoro snaps at the ship’s navigator in frustration “of course i want to change that!”

zoro’s eyes grow wide at what he said and a brush quickly creeps up his neck and spreads across his face “i mean-”

sanji looks at zoro in shock while nami has a grin on her face, she points towards the deck where the two of you are sitting “so how about you go do something about it, swordsman.”

[pardi-real]

Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 1 - A New Request

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※ A notice before reading the event story In this "Honeymoon Knight" event, various memories of the lord with the butlers will be told. The story is designed to be more enjoyable for lords who have read other event stories.... So, for this reason, please reminisce about the memories with the butlers. ...........................

[Area around Devil's Palace]

~ One day in June ~

It has been rainy for quite some time around Devil’s Palace. The quiet sound of rain echoes through the mansion.

[Devil's Palace, Your Room]

Muu: “Phew... Recently, there have been many rainy days, my lord.  I like looking for rainbows after the rain... but if it continues to rain like this, it gets a bit disheartening.”

> “Yeah, it does...”

Muu: “Oh, right! My lord, how about... Reminiscing the time we went to Velis on days like these?”

> “The one with the resort?”

Muu: “Yes, that's right! Velis, the place we visited last summer! It was so bright and sunny, with the beautiful sea. When you remember it, don't you feel a burst of energy?”

> “Certainly…”

Muu: “At that time... we could play with all the butlers, and it was fun, right? I want to go to Velis again!”

> “I'd like to go again too”

While talking about such things... there was a knock on the door.

Knock, knock...

> “Please come in” > “Feel free to enter”

Click

Berrien: "Excuse me, my lord.”

Muu: “Wow! Mr. Berrien, that outfit looks amazing!”

> “It suits you, Berrien”

Berrien: "Fufu... Thank you, both of you. This is an outfit that Flure made for a new request… I wanted to show it to you beforehand, so I put it on.”

> “Thank you, Berrien”

Berrien: "No, no... I am the one who wants to express gratitude. Being praised by you... made me happier.”

Muu: “By the way, where are we going for the new request? Is it Velis by any chance!?”

Berrien: "Oh dear, Muu. Whatever made you think of Velis?”

Muu: “We were just talking about it. Since it's been raining a lot lately, we thought of going to a sunny and bright place!”

Berrien: “Ah… I understand now. Well then, let's discuss the actual destination in a separate room. The other butlers are already waiting as well... Would it be alright for you to come to the dining room for the time being?”

> “Understood”

Guided by Berrien, we headed to the dining room. 

[Devil's Palace, Dining Room]

When I entered... There were already five butlers gathered.

Berrien: "Please go ahead, my lord. Here is the place.”

> “Thank you, Berrien”

Miyaji: “Hello, my lord.”

Lucas: “Fufu... This time too, please take care of the request.”

Hanamaru: “Yo, my lord. Take care of me too."

Haures: "Mr. Hanamaru... please greet the lord properly as a butler."

> "Hello, guys"

Berrien: "Thank you all for gathering."

Lucas: "Oh? Berrien, does that lovely outfit have something to do with this request?"

Berrien: "Yes, exactly. Since this time, everyone will be going together, representatives from each group were called for information sharing."

Hanamaru: "I see... but I think Yuhan would be more fitting than me."

Haures: "If this request involves everyone...  It implies that there's a need for manpower, right?"

Lucas: "So... Is it, perhaps, preparing for another party like during Valentine's?"

Muu: "Or... Perhaps, escorting nobles, like when we went to Velis?"

Berrien: "No, this time... it's both."

> "Both...?"

Berrien: "This time, everyone will be... preparing for a party and acting as escorts for the nobles."

Hanamaru: (Woahhh, this is definitely gonna be a hassle...)

Haures: "Hmm... Preparing for a party in June... Could it possibly be a wedding celebration?"

> "A wedding?" > “What do you mean?”

Lucas: "You may already know, but... In June, there is a saying related to marriage. 'Marry in June for happiness blessed by the goddess.'  So, during this season... There are often requests for preparations for weddings and escorting guests."

> "I see, it's the June Bride tradition"

Lucas: "Yes, that's right."

Miyaji: “By the way, I heard some news recently... It seems one of the potential heirs of the Grovaner family got married.”

Muu: "Potential heir...?"

Lucas: "To put it simply... someone in line to take over from Lord Finlay as the head, got married.”

Hanamaru: "So, this request is... preparations for the wedding and escorting the guests?"

Berrien: "In addition to that... You also need to escort the newlyweds on their 'honeymoon'."

Muu: "What's a honeymoon?"

Miyaji: "As the name suggests, it's a trip for the newlyweds.  Originally, it's just a trip... But when it comes to the heir, things change. Attending celebratory banquets across the cities, interacting with influential figures... It will likely become quite an important trip."

Haures: "I see... So, our presence is required for that."

Berrien: "Yes, that's correct. The couple will be visiting various cities... So, we will need to act as escorts at each destination."

Lucas: "I see...  By the way... Where are we going?"

Berrien: "First the 'Water City Velis,' then 'Rosetown,' followed by 'Maroota,' … Then 'Tisailles, the City of Fashion,' and finally... 'Kalliste, the City of Blessings’."

Muu: "Yay! My lord, it's Velis! And there are so many places we've been to before!"

> "I'm only unfamiliar with 'Kalliste' "

Miyaji: "Ah, come to think of it... We haven't been to Kalliste with the lord."

Haures: "I'm sure, my lord, that you'll like the city of Kalliste."

Lucas: "Kalliste is a beautiful city known as the holy land of marriage. Also, Kalliste is a city with many sunny days. It might be just perfect for our next destination, considering this rainy season."

> "I see” > “I can't wait!”

Hanamaru: "Sure, I'm fed up with the recent rain, but... I'm curious about the order we'll be visiting the cities. Maroota and Tisailles... they're not that far from Espoir, right? Wouldn't it make more sense to go there before Velis?"

Berrien: "I agree, but... It seems we have to follow this specific order."

Haures: "In that case... It looks like we'll be covering quite a distance."

Miyaji: "My lord, it might turn into a long journey, but... We'll support you thoroughly."

> "Thank you."

Lucas: "However... It's concerning if the butlers get fatigued during such a long journey for this mission."

Berrien: "Yes, that's why for this mission... We'll make sure to have breaks.  For example... while in Velis, everyone from the third floor can rest, and in Maroota, it's villa butlers’ turn to rest. During our stay in Rosetown, it'll be butlers from the second floor's turn... like this, butlers from each group can rest in each city."

Miyaji: "I see... That way, fatigue is less likely to accumulate."

Lucas: "Good plan, Berrien."

Berrien: "Fufu, I'm glad you think so."

Lucas: "While resting, is it alright for us to go out with the lord?"

Berrien: "Yes, of course. Since each city is famous for its tourist spots...  In fact, butlers who are resting can go to take the lord sightseeing."

> "Aren't you tired?"

Berrien: "Not at all... It's nothing to be worried about. The time we spend with you is a healing time for us."

Lucas: "That's right… ♪  Besides, since we're visiting various cities, it's a waste if the lord doesn't enjoy the sightseeing."

> "Th-thank you"

Berrien: "Fufu... That settles it then."

Muu: "Looks like fun! My lord!"

> "Yeah…!" 

And so, I embarked on a journey across the different regions of the central lands with the butlers.

note: my takes on the place names & event source

Velis Event: Butler's Summer. The same Velis with X'mas Circus one. It might be Venezia + Feliz navidad (???). 

Rosetown Event: Rose Valentine.

Maroota Event: Butler's Christmas. It might be Malta/Maltese Cat + Maroon. Malta is famous in Japan as the island with more cats than humans. Edit: just to clarify, this island is definitely not in Japan.

Tisailles Event: Wings of Frill. It might be Versailles + T-shirt (???).

Kalliste (with an é. I'm not gonna write it). First mentioned in this event. It might be Santorini/Thira (Santorini used to be called Kalliste, from the Callisto myth).

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[fanaticsnail]

If you ever need visuals/inspiration for the dancing prompts I am HERE.

Mihawk (tango):

You obviously are familiar with Mr & Mrs Smith and the ICONIC Morticia and Gomez dances. However, may I suggest;

"Cell Block Tango" - you know I had to include it.

"Shall we dance?" (2004) - so sensual and intimate. Poetry in motionm

"Take the Lead" - there's a tango in a detention centre with two people (which is what I was thinking of), but there's also a lovely sandwich tango (iykwim)

And my personal fave: the introducing the tango scene from the story of Vernon and Irene castle - and old movie, black and white, but my GOD the CHEMISTRY. The CUNT. The FLUIDITY. The subtle but adoring smiles and glances.

Luffy:

Ok the Bachata for Luffy is perfect and I don't want to change it but I would like to offer up for your viewing/imagining pleasure: La Cucaracha. Simple, sweet. Folk dance. Gives young love. Lots of Luffy vibes. Just imagining them dancing in a town square.

Otherwise, no notes. The song is amazing I can't wait.

Buggy (swing):

Songs wise:

Tangled up - Caro Emerald (specifically the Lokee remix)

Dancing with the devil - Elle & the pocket Belle's

And idk how swing they are necessarily but; I don't have a name for it by Steam Powered Giraffes, Gentlemen by OR3O (or even All eyes on me by OR3O, but that's less of a love song and more angsty), vending machine of love by the stupendium

Zoro (Capoeira):

I love this. When I heard(read) "dance series" I immediately knew a dance fight style would KILL. I never knew Capoeira before this so I have to thank you for introducing me because *chefs kiss* muah.

I couldn't find many Capoeira scenes in movies or shows, but from what I did see there's a lot of break-dance-esque leg action. So I gotta suggest the Eggsy vs Gazelle fight from Kingsmen. (Side note: the kingsmen movies are actually so camp).

If you don't know, Gazelle is an antagonist with prosthetic legs that are basically spears and she fights with a lot of slashes. The scene is beautiful. Lots of legs swinging, lots of fists flying, very lethal. Lots of physics defying and frankly reality bending moments that fit into the drama of anime fighting, specifically one piece.

Now idk where it would fit but I would kill myself if I didn't mention the Naacho Naacho dance scene (essentially a dance battle) in the movie RRR (seriously good movie, it is v long tho). It's an Indian movie set during the war of the English colonisation. One of the main characters has a crush on a white girl who invites him to a party, and his friend tags along for moral support. They use the power of friendship and dance to defeat a racist white guy who thinks that they're not sophisticated bc they don't even know how to dance any of his fancy dances (which aren't even english dances, by the way) by dancing a dance that gets everyone to join bc it's so fun, and they manage to continue dancing as everyone falls around them bc of the pace and stamina needed. If you watch none of the scenes I've suggested, please watch this one.

Honourable mentions;

Zendayas dance off in dancing with the stars (https://youtu.be/2Iw951fviP4?si=_Bj4Wav5pcpYyLIZ)

And it's not necessarily a romance song and the context is icky but the tempo and the cunt in 'Papi' by Todrick Hall and Nicole Scherzinger from 'Straight Outta Oz' (musical) is unmatched, and there's a music video with some dancing.

Oh my gosh, yes 😫. I love all of these things.

For the Mihawk Tango/Pasadoble; immediately my mind went:

-Zorro & Elena from The Mask of Zorro: Soooo enemies to lovers

-Mr & Mrs Smith, the drama and disaster: I love it

-AND!!!!! El Tango de Roxanne from Moulin Rogue: Need I say more? The DRAMA, The EMOTION, AHH.

-TAKE THE LEAD is where my brain went YES!!!!!! The dominant gentleman lead, the DRAMA I LOVE.

For the Luffy Bachata its a bit more tricky for me to find an appropriate reference for it because he's so PLAYFUL and less sensual than the way it.

-Mr & Mrs Smith has the Mondo Bongo scene that I think about quite regularly for references.

-I also am on the dance side of TikTok currently, these vids keep popping up and I adore them.

Now, for the Buggy Solo I'm having some conflicting thoughts. He deserves a soft little dancey dance, but I could also see it getting VERY ANGSTY very quickly.

My song choices are as follows:

-Sway by Mr Bubes himself.

-Express Burlesque by Christina Aguilera just screams Buggy to me.

-The improv style that Emeline brings to this dance off is just MENTAL, I love it. Like, soooo playful my brain can't process it.

ZORO is REALLY TRICKY.

However, my inner teenager went immediately here, to Aang and Katara's dance in the caves.

I will need to check out RRR again, it has been a hot minute.

Shanks as a Jig is superb: @sordidmusings has me in a chokehold with this suggestion and as a former Irish Dancer myself, I simply can't imagine anything more FUN than THIS. Like, as a violinist, this is going to be so much fun to write.

Hobbits dancing on a table, The Jolly Roving Tar is just immediately speaking to me. I could also see the circular jig from Disney's Tangled being incorporated with the entire crew.

The Buggy x Mihawk Sandwich is just writing itself at this stage, my brain rot is simply drawn to the dynamic and I can't even process it.

Masterlist Link for when they drop!

[berryunho]

Just binge-read The Answer in a day and let me say that the plot is fucking insane, how the hell do you people come up with something so intense? Lmao, anyways I love reacting to mc's actions and inner monologue like a bff hearing some tea over a videocall "girl no he stabbed you, dont think about him as a normal person, he isnt one, with him its supposed to be throwing hands on sight for sURVIVAL"

And yet I still managed to get gaslit, girlbossed and gatekept by her relationship with san, tell me why I was here reading chapter 29 and thinking "wow he really is bringing up some red flags now after that fight" and then had to stop myself right there because the very first red flag that man had raised was from the very beginning wheRE HE GREETS HER TO THE CULT *BC HE IS PART OF THE MF CULT*

I CANT BELIEVE I FELL FOR IT, WTF

Anyways, can't wait for more, but take your time lol, I am as excited as everyone else but you are doing this for free and with something this good it's honestly such a service, thanks for all the effort <3 hope you're doing well and hope that you keep writing even after or outside of The Answer because you genuinely do such an amazing job building up descriptions and characters, I am very curious about everything we are yet to see, and I did wanna ask, sorry if you have answered this before, but do you already have an ending planned for the story?

- 👁👁

UM ? I LOVE YOU WAIT LET ME PUT THE OTHER MESSAGES UNDER THE READ MORE AND THEN RESPOND LAKDJF;ALKSDFJ

Just wanted to add that not only do I react like a nosy bff in a call with the mc as I read The Answer, but I also judge the absolute hell out of her choices not as in "this is gonna get you killed" but as in "I would 100% be going tinfoil hat in HJ's ass about the other world ages ago for entertainment alone" I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE CMON Mr Cultist wants me to go from city dwelling college student to hillbilly cult wifey in 2 days? HE TAKES AWAY MY PHONE ONLY TO TELL ME HIS BIBLE FANFIC IS BASED OFF THE SHIFTING REALITIES COMMUNITY? THE ONE THAT WAS BIG ON TIKTOK IN 2021? Be fucking for real, I would, on day 1, sit down in front of him and go "already, so whats up with the other you? You two still chat? Also whats up with his version of Hwa? Is he a petty little shit too? Are they in a questionable fwb situationship too? Do you still get prophecies? If so, why are there so many prints of your walmart bible around? Cause that seems like an awful waste when you will inevitably have to print just as many more with the new updates so wtf" He takes away my entertainment when I have the attention span of a 4 year old? Fine, he is gonna have to entertain *me* now to make up for it, bible study time? More like you are now my social media outlet where I'm gonna rant about my crazy theories, my favorite ships and I will overanalyze each and every plot hole in your bible sir, I don't care that its a prophecy, I want consistency from your writing about the other world, I want detailed descriptions, I want to feel like I am there, how do you expect to win New York's best seller with this vague ass paragraph about your little lost boys crew in trenchcoats? I'm gonna annoy him into killing me and realizing I'm not the one, his stalking time all going down the drain. I consider this an absolute win for me.

Okay I'm so sorry for sending another ask when I just sent two humongous ones lol but I did remember one thing I wanted to ask and I hope it doesn't come off wrong bc I mean nothing bad about it at all but back when HJ was all "I'm only gonna do the devils tango with you when you beg me to uwu" and mc thinks "damn, at least my local cult leader got some consent morals going" I couldn't help but stop myself and wonder: girl. He made out with you. In front of at least 40 people. When you were drugged. Clearly tripping. By his orders. And he stabbed you right after but most importantly he has bragged about making out with you IN FRONT OF A CROWD WHEN YOU WERE TRIPPING BY HIS OWN DESIGN And yknow, my question is: was mc's (continuous) lapse in judgment in this moment to blame for her not realizing he in fact does not give a flying fuck about consent and she just let that slide bc the cult mentality was getting to her (which we do see progress over the story, and its been one of the most interesting parts of the fic btw, I think you did really well with that) or did you not mean for it to be that and I read too much into it? Lol because yeah he is a self admitted and apparently diagnosed psycho but you'd think he would see how this morals he just tried to brag and seduce her with are not moralling at all. Or maybe he just hoped she wouldn't realize his delusional-moral compass isn't gonna point correctly no matter what way he tries, I'm definitely thinking too hard about it at this point lmao HE REALLY IS GETTING INTO MY PARANOID BRAIN, THE MIND GAMES ARE CONSUMING ME FR Anyways, again, sorry for the long asks one right after the other, I'll stop pestering now.

I fucking lied, I'm sending another one to ask if you happen to have any fics to recommend that maybe give off The Answer vibes or that you think may be a good read while we are all on standby bc I just got hit by the withdrawals-after-a-good-fic now that I realized I can't keep reading since I got to the last chapter lol. I'm so sorry. - 👁👁

first of all let me say it again: i love you. thank you so much for reading the answer and for being kind and for wanting to tell me and ask me so many things!! i really, really appreciate it and pls dont feel bad for sending me asks (big or small) bc it just makes me SO happy lol i feel bad that you've been waiting for a response for so long but LKJF:KDJF:AKDF I WILL DO MY BEST TO ADDRESS EVERYTHING so here we go:

I did wanna ask, sorry if you have answered this before, but do you already have an ending planned for the story?

hehe no worries at all!! i do have an ending planned and i know how we will get there, but there are certain elements and plot points that aren't solid yet and could be changed!! but i am set on the ending ^^

the entire second ask is just so valid. like tbh i would absolutely be the same. like id be scared af for a few days but once i realized i wasnt gonna like DIE immediately and that i could get away with annoying hj like at least a little bit id be on his ass. honestly and truly the main reason that i havent written more of like... the answer in the story is bc im too concerned that anything i wrote would be torn apart for analysis when i wouldnt actually be reading that far into it LKJA;SKFDJSD bc like you're right anything that hj would be writing would be very pertinent information TO HIM but like... does it actually mean anything... or is it just words... LOL idk if that makes sense but everytime i try to write like in the style of a religious text with the answer lore it sounds so ridiculous i just cannot take myself seriously enough to do it KLAJKS;DFJASKFD BUT HELP YOU POINTING OUT THE SHIFTING LORE? LITERALLY THE EXACT SYSTEM I STOLE THIS LORE FROM I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WHEN I STARTED WRITING I WAS JUST LIKE idfk whats something weird that i can connect to the ateez lore that i dont remotely understand AND THATS WHAT I CAME UP WITHALKDSFLA;JDSFJLSKDJ you are real

And yknow, my question is: was mc's (continuous) lapse in judgment in this moment to blame for her not realizing he in fact does not give a flying fuck about consent and she just let that slide bc the cult mentality was getting to her (which we do see progress over the story, and its been one of the most interesting parts of the fic btw, I think you did really well with that) or did you not mean for it to be that and I read too much into it?

eheheeheheheheh i really was waiting for someone to point this one out!!! i definitely meant it to be a lapse in her judgement and like a ...... hmmm idk how to put it like she's selectively forgetting things that don't match with what she WANTS to believe !! like personally i would never in my life write a member of ateez to be a rapist so we obvs won't be worrying about that BUT if this were a real situation, that would probably be a very real fear to have and i figured it would be a good thing to address in case anyone was like. worried about that. LKAJSKFDJASDLFK but yes you're right they're obviously not above MURDER so like. how much credit can we give them. its really just mc wanting desperately to alleviate some of her fear and believe that she is at least a tiny bit safe (even though that is CLEARLY not the case)

if you happen to have any fics to recommend that maybe give off The Answer vibes or that you think may be a good read while we are all on standby

heh this one is tough because ... im not really a fanfic reader LAKJDFKLAJSDFK but my beloved mutuals bee (@atzfilm) and caly (@hongism) are geniuses hehe !! bee writes dark fics that are mwah chefs kiss and caly writes mists of celeste which has a toxic unyielding leader hongjoong. so. you know.

SO YEAH ANYWAYS? THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THESE ASKS AJDKFALSDKFJSKLDJ AND IM SORRY AGAIN THAT IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO REPLY AND THAT THE UPDATE IS ALSO TAKING FOREVER LOL I HOPE YOU'RE STILL AROUND LAKJDFLKSJDF

[akunekoblog]

Bastien Kelly Initial Butler Story - Stronger

Chapter 2

This is Google Translated

The Next Day

Central Country - Espoir

Muu: Mr. Lono, Mr. Bastein, Mr, Haures! Thank you for your hard work on angel hunting today!

Muu: Everyone did such a great job!

Lono: Heh heh heh! It's no biggie.

Haures: Thanks to master's presence, angel hunting has become much easier.

Haures: I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Choices:

It's no big deal.

No, no.

Haures: I shouldn't have come with you today.

Haures: Lono and Bastien were more than enough.

Bastien: Today's angel was too weak.

Muu: That's because Mr. Lono and Mr. Bastien are strong~.

Muu: This is definitely thanks to the daily hands-on training!

Lono: Can you praise me some more?

Muu: Mr. Lono is amazing!

Haures: Lono, don't get too carried away.

Bastien: Hmm... You're weak because you're satisfied with that difficulty.

Lono: What'd you just say?

Bastien: If you have something to retort, say it after you beat me.

Lono: Sure, I lost yesterday, but I'll definitely win next time! Mark my words!

Bastien: A man who can only talk is useless.

Lono: Grr…. This guy...

Bastien: What? Do you want to be beat again?

Muu: Stop fighting! People in town are watching!

Choices:

Calm down, both of you!

Lono: Ugh... Master...

Lono: ... If you say so, then I have no choice but to obey.

Lono: Tch... I'll let it pass this time, Bastien. But there won't be a next time.

Bastien: Mm...

Muu: Haah... Mr. Bastien and Mr. Lono sure are giving us a hard time with all this fighting.

Haures: Muu. Do you now understand what I have to deal with?

Muu: Good work, Mr. Haures...

Lono: Hey, Muu. Are you speaking ill of me?

Muu: Eh?!

Muu: I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything! It's all a misunderstanding!

Lono: Really?

Muu: Ahahaha...

Muu: Oh, right! Speaking of which, Mr. Lono.

Muu: Why did you want to stop by town before leaving?

Lono: Ah. I thought I'd finish shopping for ingredients.

Lono: I feel bad for the master, but...

Lono: It'll be quick, so could you come shopping with me?

Lono: Bastien. Please help with the bags.

Bastien: Sure... Since it's to do with food...

-

A few minutes later

Bastien: ...

City woman: Ah! Look, look! There! Isn't that the Devil Butler, Bastien?

City woman: It's true! It's Bastien!

City woman: Ah~. His side profile is so cool!

Bastien: ...

Muu: Somehow I can already feel people staring at us...

Choices:

There's lots of cheering for Bastien...

Bastien: Master. Don't worry about it.

Bastien: Those women just watch from a distance and don't do anything in particular.

Bastien: Don't worry, I'm not your enemy.

Choices:

Enemy...

Lono: Why do women always make a fuss when Bastien walks by?

Lono: What's so good about this fox bastard?

Muu: Mr. Lono, are you jealous by any chance?

Lono: I'm not! I just don't understand why this guy is so popular.

Bastien: It's stupid.

Bastien: I'm not interested in anything other than getting stronger.

Bastien: You're weak because you're distracted by these things.

Lono: No one said I'm distracted!

Bastien: I wonder.

Whispering...

Choices:

I feel like I'm getting some kind of nasty stare this time.

City man: A devil butler...

City man: Tricking the city's women...

City man: Get out of this town now...!

Muu: Huh, what are those people saying?

Haures: There are a lot of people in town who don't think very well of us.

Bastien: This is always the case.

Haures: Hey, Lono.

Lono: Yeah, I know.

Lono: Master, staying long is dangerous. Let's finish our errands early and go home.

-

A while later

Lono: All right! With these ingredients, I'll be good for a while!

Muu: You bought so much! I'm looking forward to the food you make!

Haures: Well then, master. Shall we head back to the mansion?

Haures: Hey, Bastien. Let's go.

...

Haures: Bastien?

Muu: Huh? We were walking together just now...

City woman: Look, look! The cool butler is over there!

City woman: Where, where? I want to see his face up close too!

Muu: "Cool butler"...

Lono: Haah... This Bastien guy...

-

Central Country - Espoir - Blacksmith

Bastien: This sword caught my eye.

Blacksmith: As expected of a regular customer.

Blacksmith: It's my newfound pride and joy.

Blacksmith: No matter how hard the armor is, it won't break!

Bastien: I see.

Blacksmith: However, the only problem is that it is a little heavy. Ordinary people use up all their power just holding it...

Bastien: It's light...

Bastien: A heavier sword would fit better.

Blacksmith: How can you carry it like it's light!?

Blacksmith: No, that's impossible. Are devil butlers monsters after all...?

Bastien: Hey. Don't call people monsters.

Blacksmith: I'm sorry! Please, spare my life!

Bastien: ... You don't need to apologize that profusely.

Bastien: I don't attack innocent people.

Lono: Ouch. Hey Bastien.

Lono: You were here after all.

Bastien: Lono.

Haures: Bastien. I always tell you not to wander around on your own.

Bastien: I'm sorry... A sword just caught my eye...

Lono: Hah, how much does this guy like swords?

Haures: Right...

Whoosh...

???: Hey, demons. Get out of there.

Lono: Huh?

???: You're a nuisance! Leave now!

Muu: Woah...!

Choices:

Muu, are you okay?

Muu: Ouch...

Muu: What's going on all of a sudden, who are these people...?

Haures: The military police of the Grosvenor family.

Choices:

Military police?

Haures: The Grosvenor family, aristocrats who rule the central land.

Haures: These are the soldiers under their direct command...

Haures: They don't like us devil butlers.

Haures: The important role of hunting angels... It's been taken over by the devil butlers.

Haures: Maybe it's due to jealousy... But they always antagonise us.

Military Policeman: Hey, you there.

Bastien: What?

Military Policeman: That sword.

Military Policeman: A demon like you doesn't deserve it.

Bastien: Huh?

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

so if i can never give you peace by queen taytay :)

relating to the story i think the lyric "the devil's in the details, but you've got a friend in me" somehow just really describes the tone of jk x oc's relationship from her perspective, especially the second phrase 'but you've got a friend in me'. i feel like it describes how oc unpurposefully made jk trust her back when he was a fighter. like when she brought him food and he relaxed as he ate it in front of her because he knew he felt safer around her than anyone else?

like it's hard to explain but he was comfortable around her back then because despite his justified hatred for everyone there, she was somewhat obvious about always having his safety and best interest in mind, and being almost like his caretaker. he knew she was 'on his side' in a way or that they were a team. because back then she was really the only person who 'knew' him, right? and she did really know everything about him in fact, and was the only person who did.

and if jungkook just took a step back before looking at the way things were back then, he would see that she blatantly did everything to protect him and take care of him. like is he just gonna ignore the fact that she regularly picked up food from his favorite restaurants for him? or the fact that she always wanted to pick easy opponents for his fights?

deep down he knows, and like you've said in a previous ask, if oc died in the first raid with mr. x he wouldn't have cared but later it would come back to haunt him? yeah, he definitely knows deep down how much she was a caretaker and how much he trusted her back then. just because hes dealing with so much trauma and anger and emotions now that he can't see the truth about the past concerning oc. but he will. (he has too or ill sue him)

the thing is i still don't understand the title or the lyric 'would it be enough if i could never give you peace?' and it's probably because tbh i don't even understand what taylor meant in the original song.

if you don't mind me asking, what does the title mean to the story? 'would it be enough if i could never give you peace...'

your writing is amazing and you are a genius and you have all my respect. bye<3

Oh gosh this was such a wonderful message to receive, thank you anon 😭

This is a great question and I’m delighted you’re giving me the opportunity to discuss it.

So, Taylor is originally likely talking about the issues that her fame causes in her relationships. She will never be able to give her loved ones peace, because people will always be invested in her relationships, they will gossip about it, there will be paparazzis, etc. If I remember correctly, she discusses the topic with Aaron Dessner in the Long Pond Studios recording, and he says that for him, the lyrics of the song connect to his struggle with depression, with essentially the same worry. And so the question is kind of “Will my love/our relationship be enough, if I can never give you peace?”. Another way of phrasing it could be “is it worth it to you, if I can never give you peace?”

For this story, the most direct interpretation relates to OC, at various points in time. There are a few times in the story where she regrets failing in getting Jungkook out of the very dangerous environment they're in. She played a direct role in getting him in it, and she didn’t manage to get him out. There is a literal 'peace' lost here, because his life will always be in danger, and a more metaphorical one, referring to the fact that he lost his innocence and will never get it back. A large part of her efforts in the story are directed more or less towards redeeming herself for him specifically. “Will you ever forgive me, if I can never give you peace?” As we move forward with the story and as their relationship deepens, the question starts to take on a meaning closer to that of the song. Is it right for them to develop something, considering her role and the fact that redemption is (in her mind) forever out of reach?

So that is the main meaning, and then there’s a slightly more spoilery take on it under the cut!

To answer the rest of your ask though, this is a very good analysis on Jungkook’s character and feelings, and I think it’s hard to explain because there are a lot of messy feelings involved as well. Like you’re completely right about the fact that OC wanted to protect him, and her actions show that, but on the other hand, she always hid her actual emotions and her justifications were pretty horrible ones. Like in the last chapter, she tells him that she had him train because that way he’d earn more money for Mr. X, and it takes everything for her to admit that she didn’t have to do it and that really, she did it because she cared. So Jungkook is just starting to understand that he has to look at everything through a different lens when it comes to her. Hiding her emotions was life-saving around Mr. X, but she kinda got too good at it.

(And then, related but different problem, Jungkook really wanted to believe that Anna loved him for most of the time he spent fighting there. So he had to tell himself that OC didn’t really care, because if she did, that would be more than Anna was doing, and there would be no way that she really loved him — and she possibly never loved him.)

So yes. Messy and complicated, for both of them really.

Thank you so much for the ask, it was so interesting to read your perspective and it’s so nice to see people being that invested in these characters 😊 There’s a little tidbit more under the cut, and I hope I managed to shed some light on the title!

By the end (it’s not that big of a spoiler that they’ll get together, I think, but this says a quite a lot about their relationship so.), the question is kind of flipped on its head, and that’s partly why the title is just ‘if i can never give you peace’. It’s likely that, in any other situation, these two would not have become involved together. They come together strictly as a result of the horrible situation they’re both in. So in a way, it’s the fact that they can never bring each other peace that makes it worth it. There’s no backing out, there’s no hope for peace for them, whether or not they’re together. So if they can never give each other peace, they might as well do it together. It may be hard and complicated and messy at times, because their partner is always going to be in some kind of danger, but there would be even less point to their existence if they weren’t at least together.

[gracechristfarilove]

🙏Part 01❤️

My patient 95 years old with Dementia spoke to me about God all day and told me this when I get to her room. She served the Lord her whole life and continue to serve and worship God. It amazed me to see despite her state of dementia when she started talking about God she never get confused. Her mind is so straight clear with verse. She remembers her God Jesus-Christ fully no doubt and her children and grand children. God you are too much oooh

Let's go👉👉👉👉👉

That day i was so confused upset like all emotions was all over the place. I didn't tell her nothing absolutely nothing. At the moment i step in and say Mrs. .......praise the Lord as greetings to her. She

Just put few of the advices and she said hope it helps someone too. Thank you Lord🙏🙏🙏

Keep on and trust him. Ooh yesss you can do it and keep do it and said the blood of Jesus is against Satan and he will never make it and you thank God, praise God about how God is, and how he strength you and how He let's you feel him.

The battle is not yours let the Lord knows tell him you give to him and you are not taking back and you thank him for the victory.

Then she thanks God, praise God all day as i never see her do it since I am with her. She was so happy. She said keep your face . Do you know who is the face? i said JESUS and she said never doubt Him because he can do everything except one thing what is it??? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Fail me and take my will power. That's right😂😂😂

Thank you Lord because you are the beginning and the end. Love you Jesus.

He is in charge, he never failed you. Listen to him and follow what He told you and you will be successful and not a failer. 💪🏻💪🏻💪💪💪

When something is wrong just express yourself to God first then if it is need speak to the person who hurts you, do not keep it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🙏🙏🙏You don't like your job, the way they treat you go to Him and let him know even tough He knows about everything He still want to hear from you.

When you go against the will of God you are no more consider by him again but when you are doing his will and the ennemies tried to attack you no matter their number God will give you peace and he will never fail 🥰🥰🥰🥰 you know why???

🙌🙌🙌Because He is the Rock. 😍😍😍

🙏🙏🙏🙏Everyone who repent from their sins God forgive them or ask proper forgiveness from theirs mistakes we will have Heaven together Alleluia thank you Jesus. 😎😎😎

😳😳😳People who refuse Jesus forgiveness He will humiliate them with their sins, from their past to the present. 😳😳😳

Never never listen what the devil is told you even to do. 😍😍😍The reason behind is that he went you to died 😡😡😡with him.

😎😎😎😎Our eyes are no more blind just tell Satan no, no, no you are a liar I am with the living God.❤️❤️😉😉❤️❤️❤️💪💪💪🙏🙏👏👏

Lord God Jehovah right now I am coming to you in your sweet love....and you put your prayers.

That day i was relieved like something come out from me.

Every day you blessed me Mrs...May the Lord keeps you and keep teaching me. Amen

❤️❤️❤️❤️GCFL🙏🙏🙏

[sammyboyimagines]

may I request a Steve Harrington x Reader smutfic :) The Reader has powers like el’s but Steve doesn’t know this so when it comes time they do the ✨devils tango✨ their powers end up going off. :))

omg anon this is an amazing request and I may have got a little carried away. thank you for this request!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x afab!reader

Summary: Reader has powers but hides them from Steve. After a series of weird light flickers and random dropping objects, Steve finally understands his girlfriend's secret. 3.8k words

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS (i will call ur mom, go play outside or something). Steve is very corny, very sappy. Both reader and Steve are lovesick. This a very VERY FLUFFY SMUT FIC. Swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it folks), light hair-pulling kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart), insecure reader, self-doubt. sweet sweet fluff and smut. Established relationship.

the warnings are messy, I realize that but I don't want to change it so I'm very sorry. Also, anon I hope you don't mind that I made the reader a bit insecure about their powers?

"Hey, beautiful" 

You read Steve's note that he had passed to you during your class. He was lucky Mrs. Johnson wasn't looking or he'd be knee-deep in extra work to get out of detention. While the small smiley face at the end of the signed note made you warm inside, you gave Steve a look that said, "you're such an idiot."

You enjoyed Steve's antics as much as anyone else did, but it still bothered you when he would purposefully get himself into trouble to amuse you. 

Even if it was adorable...

To everyone else, your relationship with Steve was a classic case of girl-next-door meets boy-next-door. But the truth was you were hiding a dark secret. One that you had trained yourself to keep deep inside your mind.

You had special abilities. If you dared to tell anyone, they'd consider them gifts. But you couldn't feel more alienated. After all, you were attending Hawkins High and dating Steve Harrington. 

'King Steve'

 But in Steve's opinion, you couldn't be more perfect; hell he'd say you were the hottest girl in school. You were never seen without Steve either holding your hand or following behind you like a lost puppy. It made your heart melt every time someone mentioned the heart eyes Steve gave you when you weren't looking. However, it also made you incredibly nervous.

Having powers wasn't fun when you could accidentally use them in public settings. Even worse; in front of your perfect boyfriend and his 'perfect' friend group inside your 'perfect' school. You knew of Steve's experiences with the Hawkins Lab. It gave you chills just thinking about your life before you escaped. He had told you about Eleven, and you tried your best to pretend like you didn't have a clue of what horrors lay behind the closed doors in that lab. It was one of the best days of your life when it finally closed down. You chose to stay ignorant about the Eleven business; you'd convinced yourself it was better this way.

Steve hadn't noticed a thing, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He never noticed how the lights would flicker a little when you got excited or scared. You'd play it off with something along the lines of "stupid electricity," and he'd brush it off just as you did. 

Just like you wanted

You weren't trying to lie to him, but you thought it was okay if you didn't tell the full truth. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.

"Psst!" Steve shoved another folded lined paper note onto your desk. You smiled and checked if the coast was clear. Mrs. Johnson was asleep, her head laid on her desk as her warm coffee grew cold. 

"Meet me at our spot? :)" Steve was staring at you from his desk next to you, his head resting on his elbow. You crumbled the note up and rolled your eyes. As much as some time away from class sounded amazing, you already had a D in Mrs. Johnson's class, and you'd be dead if you failed a class. Steve wasn't paying attention to the schoolwork piled on his desk. He was too hypnotized by the way your outfit hugged your body in a way that made him practically drool over you. Then again, you could be wearing anything and he'd react the same way.

Steve tapped your foot with his own. His big brown eyes were your weakness and you hardly got your way when he would beg you with puppy eyes. "Fine." you mouthed before you shot your hand up to ask for the bathroom. Steve was watching the clock, timing the perfect moment so nobody would suspect you were meeting each other.

Just as promised, you walked to your 'spot' which was an empty janitor's closet Steve had found while you two hid from your responsibilities and classes. You fumbled for the lights and eventually switched them on, just in time for Steve to walk in. 

"Been waiting for this all day", Steve's hands were immediately on your waist before you had a chance to say anything. He mumbled sweet compliments as he pressed soft kisses against your neck. "We've only been at school for 3 hours.." your laughs made him beyond happy, but he was too worked up to focus.

"Exactly, all day." he gently held your face in his hands. "You're so gorgeous." Steve was always very honest with you, it was something he wanted in his relationships after Nancy. It made you sick to your stomach each time you remembered that you were hiding your abilities from him, but you hoped he would understand.

Steve's hands ran up and down your body, practically worshiping your body over your clothes. "What did I do to deserve you?" with that he slid his hands up your top as he made out with you. You pushed his hair out of his face as he peppered small kisses along your jawline. "Just making out for now, okay?" you mumbled, feeling him nod against your warm body. 

"Of course, babe, whatever you want is fine with me." Steve had no issue with whatever you wanted to do, he just loved spending time with you. His large hands held your waist as he pulled away from your lips for air. "Maybe we could just spend the rest of school in here, hangin' out. You were distracted, to say the least, you hadn't said anything for the last few minutes.

"Babe? Are you okay?" he held your hands in his own, his small smile bringing you out of the depths of your mind. Steve never wanted you to feel pressured to do anything, and he knew when you weren't telling him something. 

Your eyes couldn't meet his as he tried to reach out to you. You felt guilty, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. Steve knew something was up, he never wanted to make you feel like you couldn't have secrets. When he met you, he immediately felt safe around you, like he could tell you anything. He always wanted to have someone trust him enough to tell him everything. And he got it, he got you. 

Steve looked at your puzzled face and felt himself frown. He cared for you, he was in love with you. He hadn't told you yet, but he made up for it by showering you with affection, gifts, and compliments. He wanted to tell you, more than anything. He just never found the proper moment.

"Steve, can I tell you something?" he felt his stomach drop. Were you breaking up with him? 

"Yeah, of course, anything." he clasped his hands in yours tightly, holding onto you as if he was going to lose you any second. You smiled at his nervousness. "I'm not going to break up with you, don't worry." You watched him physically untense against your body. 

"Are you pregnant? his eyes were darting over your face, looking for any kind of hint from your body language. "No! I'm not pregnant. Just let me talk!" your laugh gave him some sense of comfort. It always had been a comfort for him, even if you didn't like your laugh. His day would always get better the moment he was able to make you laugh. It was his favorite part of each day. He listened attentively, his intense glare making you slightly nervous. 

Your hands were clammy and gripping Steve's impossibly tighter. "Let's say that I have a secret, and I don't want to tell you because it could make you think differently of me." Steve normally refrained from interrupting you, he hated when people would talk over you and he always noticed how upset it made you. But he couldn't stop himself.

"Y/n, baby. You don't have to tell me. I trust you." Steve's comforting brown eyes looked into yours, letting you know he was genuine. "I trust you completely." you would have melted to the floor if you weren't so incredibly nervous. You nodded in response, eternally grateful to have found such a considerate person to spend your time with.

"I have something to tell you too, if it's okay with you?" he sits on the floor with you, wanting to have your full attention before he confessed. 

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" you laughed, making him smile. Steve watched you, he couldn't think of a better way to spend his time with you, making you laugh.

"No, actually the opposite." he ignored your confused face and took a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his jeans nervously. "I've been thinking about this for a while and I think I should tell you. You don't have to say it back or anything." he stood up, his legs feeling restless.

Steve had been working up to this moment for an entire week. He even practiced in front of his mirror. "I'm just gonna start by saying that you look so beautiful today. Not that you don't look beautiful every day!" he stutters out, making you smile. It was heartwarming how flustered he was when talking about his feelings.

"I've spent so long looking for someone like you, and I want you to know how much I appreciate you. You're gorgeous but what I really like about you is how...great you are." he chuckles nervously. He was at a loss for words all of the sudden. You could tell he was stuck in his thoughts. "Steve baby just tell me, you can tell me anything." 

He chuckles. "That's what I like about you." he sighs and sits back down, building up for a dramatic finish to his nervous monologue. "I'm in love with you, Y/n. I have been more months, you're my everything and I just want to be with you every second of every day." he brushes the hair out of his face and waits patiently for a response.

You were expecting something upsetting, but it was a pleasant surprise. "I love you too, Steve." despite it being a small step in your relationship with Steve, it felt like everything had changed. As if you both fell more in love with each other. 

"I have a surprise for you later, we should probably get back to class." Steve helped you up and pulled you in for a long kiss. After a good amount of time, he pulled back for air. "I am so in love with you, Y/n." the lights flickered. You let it slip and the lights flickered from the pure excitement and love flowing through your veins. Steve jumped out of habit. "Stupid lights probably need to be replaced." you were frantically thinking of something to say to get back on topic.

"It's okay, we'll find a better closet." he chuckles. Steve left first so nobody would see both of you coming out of the small room at once.

After school, you hurried to Steve's car while he was jamming out to the radio. "Ready to go?" you slip into the passenger seat and admire his strange dancing. "Earth to Steve.." you wave a hand in front of his face, making him turn down the radio and turn his body to face you. "Before we go, I just want to say you look fucking amazing today. I love you." Steve was obviously laying it on thick, but you enjoyed it if you were honest with yourself.

"Mm, let's go to your house then. You can show me how much you love me." Steve took that as his cue to take off. "Yes, ma'am."

When you got to Steve's place, you hardly closed the door before his lips were attached to your neck, giving you several love bites from your jaw to your collarbone. You let out small moans, from the satisfaction of finally being alone with him and the passionate affection from Steve. He loved hearing your noises, they only fueled the butterflies in his stomach when he remembered hearing "I love you too" leave your lips.

Steve had you pressed against the wall, his hard-on pressed against your thigh as he cupped your face. "See how much you affect me? It's like I can't get you out of my head," he mumbled against your lips, only millimeters from yours, building the tension between your bodies.

"I love you, Steve. I can't get you off my mind either." you knew exactly how to work him up. And it was definitely working. 

"Jesus, you can't say those things.." he chuckles at how pathetically whipped he was for you. "We haven't even kissed yet, Steve." you thought it was hot that he was so worked up he forgot to kiss your lips.

He mentally scolded himself for not realizing it. "Let's change that." He took your face in his hands as he kissed you with a new passion, a more intense feeling of love, not lust. Pure love.

Wrapped up in the hot kiss, you were surprised when he picked you up with his large hands holding your ass. "I could hold you like this all day." he chuckles and kneads the soft skin of your ass and thighs before he gently set you down on his large bed. A perk of going to his house was that his parents were seldom home. He had the entire house to himself. Which meant sex anywhere, anytime. 

"Fuck, gotta get all these clothes off of you.." he helped you take your clothes off before he took off his own. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" he smiled when you raised an eyebrow.

"Every day, but maybe you should tell me again." you laid beneath Steve, your hands tangled in his hair as he made out with you. Normally you would have begged him to get to the point but tonight was a different mood. You desired him, not just his body. To feel his arms around you, his warm breath against your neck whispering sweet nothings as he ran his hands up and down your delicate skin, feeling every scar and mark you had. 

Steve wanted the same thing. He wanted you to understand that he was yours completely. He had been searching for somebody to be with for life. Someone to share every moment and milestone in his life. He wanted to be there for you, to be the one to make you happy, pleasure you, comfort you. He needed you, possibly more than you needed him.

"You are my everything, Y/n. You're all I need. All I want." Steve knew he was being super sappy right now, but he didn't care. Like clockwork, you knew just what to say to make him melt. 

"I'm yours, Steve. I want this." that was the breaking point. He wasn't going to hold back now that he knew you felt the exact same. His hands groped your breasts, sinking down to suck on them as his right hand slid down to your pussy, cupping it gently.

Your moans only turned him on more. He smirked against the soft skin of your tits, his fingers lightly brushing against your clit. Your hips jerked up to meet his hand. "I barely touched you, sweetheart.." he looked at your flushed face. He revels in the blissed look across your face. Even though he teased, he adored you in every way.

His middle finger slid inside you, he watched the way your mouth gaped open and you let out a shaky moan. He added another, thrusting his two fingers inside you quickly, relishing in the way you moaned his name so sweetly. "Fuck Steve!" you gasped when he added yet another finger, three digits pumping into you with force. 

"C'mon baby, I can feel you tightening around my fingers. You're making such a mess." the way he encouraged you and degraded you at the same time made you a mess in his grasp. You felt like you couldn't move like you were under his spell. His mouth moved to your neck, leaving more hickeys across your heated skin. 

"Cum for me baby I know you're so close. Give it to me," he repeated that last sentence, groaning softly into your ear as he rubbed his hard-on into his mattress. Your hips were rolling to meet the fast pace of his fingers, and you could hear him panting quietly in anticipation. Steve was just as turned on as you. He could die happy just watching you.

Your legs were starting to shake already, and you grew closer to your release with each sweet kiss Steve placed on your tits and neck. "Oh god Steve keep going.." he nodded against your skin. Your orgasm ripped through your body. Your whole body felt like it was on fire like electricity was running through you. You let out a strangled loud moan as Steve rode you through your orgasm. 

"So good for me," he pulled his fingers out, smiling when you whimpered from the empty feeling it gave you. He licked his fingers clean, noticing the way you squirmed as you watched him. 

"Please. Need you so bad.." you begged for him, your limbs feeling shaky as excitement coursed through your veins. Steve felt on fire too. Steve pumped his cock a little bit, already hard and longing to feel your warm walls surrounding him as he pounded into you.

He caged his body over yours, his hands holding your wrists against the mattress. "Are you okay with this?" he gave you soft loving kisses, wanting to be as genuine as possible before he had his way with you. With your permission, of course.

"Yes, please Steve fuck me. Been waiting all day.." you let your head fall back onto the mattress as you whined out a pathetic beg. He smirked and kissed your head. "I won't keep you waiting then." he was very thankful you were on the pill, so he could feel the way you squeezed him before your release. He loved being so intimate with you.

Steve could barely keep his composure as he admired the way you laid underneath him, your chest rising and falling as you gasped out desperate tiny moans when he teased your entrance. "Stop teasing.." you whined out, your hips grinding against his cock to create some friction.

He inhaled sharply at the feeling. "Alright baby, behave." he pushed into you slowly, groaning your name softly. He felt you wiggle your hips again. "Eager aren't we?" he chuckles, out of breath a little bit. He was trying to hold back from thrusting into you with such force. 

"Just fuck me already, I want you so bad." with that, he thrust into you as your nails dug into his shoulders. Steve could hardly think, the way your pussy felt against him made him weak in the knees. It was like you were made for him. It made him fall harder for you.

"Fuck you feel amazing, I wish we did this more often." he moaned as he listened to your pleas for him to go faster. He had a weak spot for your voice, it was music to his ears.

You two were often very busy. You both hardly had time or privacy to be intimate because of the six children following him around after school helping him with whatever he was doing and your life projects and nosy family members.

"Harder Steve, don't hold back, please. I really need this." Neither of you would admit this, but you both had so much life stress. Being so romantic and intimate also relieved some of that stress. You felt as if you were in your own little world with him. Just him, the closed curtains, and his king-sized bed, maybe a little jazz playing from time to time. 

Steve captured your lips in his, his teeth gently biting your lip as you both held back loud moans. You reached your hands into his hair and pulled gently, making him shudder as he pounded into you. "Fuck do that again, please do it again." you blushed at the new-found kink that Steve possessed. 

You would have been self-conscious about the wet noises and loud moans coming from you, but nobody was home except you and Steve. It was you and him against the world. The thought of being his and only his drove you crazy. You tugged at Steve's hair, hearing him moan your name. His thrusts became increasingly uneven. "Please tell me you're close baby. I don't know if I can keep going much longer." he was begging you to cum. The lights suddenly started to flicker harshly, you hadn't noticed at all.

Almost on command, you felt your orgasm hit you hard. "Fuck Steve!" you could only say those two words. Your brain was static as your limbs shook with the waves of pleasure washing over your tired body. Steve was hardly focused on his surroundings, but he was a tad bit worried about the lights. He didn't realize that all of the things sitting on his shelves were now scattered across the floor and a picture hanging on the wall had fallen off. Once Steve had fucked you through your orgasm, he filled you up with his cum.

Steve shakily held himself up as he pressed a kiss to your head. You could barely hear anything but the gasping from your mouths. "You are so pretty like this. Has anyone told you that you look like an angel?" he laughs when you hit his chest. You weren't smiling. You were panicking. The lights began flickering again.

You had been so utterly blissed out that you couldn't keep yourself from letting your powers go. "What's going on? I'm sorry this usually doesn't happen." He turned around and saw the objects on the floor and his face contorted in confusion. "What the hell?" He stood up.

You grabbed his hand. "Steve?" you were breathing heavily. You had to tell him. "This is what I wanted to tell you." Steve sat down next to you. He was extremely confused now. "What are you talking about?" he frowns. 

"I did this. The lights, the stuff on the floor." Steve held your shaky hands in his. Everything started to make sense, he was worried he was cursed or something. "You have powers?" he now understood why you were so hesitant.

"Yes. I know I should have told you before but I didn't want to ruin what we have. I want to be with you so bad, Steve. I'm in love with you and I didn't want you to think I was some kind of freak." you felt Steve wrap his arms around your shaking body. 

"You're not a freak, Y/n. You're my girlfriend. I could never think less of you, no matter what you do. I'm here for you for everything. I promised I would stay with you no matter what. Plus, it's kinda cool." he cleared his throat after his less serious sentence.

"I couldn't love you more. This is just a perk. My girl is a superhero." he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Steve smiled against your lips when he felt you hold onto him.

"Maybe we could try some new positions then? Like some cool positions with your powers-"

"Shut up."

//and that's it folks! I honestly think I'm getting better at writing smut, this is my second attempt at writing smut. Let me know if there's any weak spots!

[minniesmelody]

Hi it's my birthday ( I know, that last thing I said is not that important ) , but I love your fan fic, especially if they all have Gareth as the main protagonist, I would like to know how is Gareth socializes with a girl, who tries to get friends on her first day of school , girl of which no one takes importance because that typical nerd , as Gareth would approach her to strike up a conversation with her.

First impressions

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Gareth Emerson x Fem! Nerd!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: first day of school in the town of Hawkins was many things, Y/n never expected a warm welcome by curly headed boy to be one of them.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀: pure fluff. Some cussing but very little.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Gareth

𝗔/𝗻 : happy birthday my love! I can absolutely write about that and thank you for your kind words! I hope today treats you good and hope most of your birthday wishes come true, with love- 🐭🎀 x

It was a normal boring school day. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud, one of the worst days of the week if you ask me, and the fact that-

“Gareth, hey Gareth” Jeff said to me as he caught up with me, as I walking to first period, it’s too damn early for this.

“Yeah man, what’s up?”

“Did you see the new girl?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

New girl? Who? What? Where? Huh?

“Wait- have you not seen her yet? She is in the same grade as you dude, she made quite the first impression” Jeff said, a small fit of giggles escaping him afterwards.

“What do you mean quite the first impression?” I asked.

“She tripped on the stairs and fell on top of Carver when she first walked into the door, I kinda feel bad cause she did sorta embarrass herself not even a whole Minute of into the school” Jeff explained to me.

Yeah no that does sound kinda bad.

“Well this is my class, see you at lunch” Jeff said as he parted ways with Gareth.

Gareth soon reached the math classroom which was assigned his first period and took his usual seat in the back row. Class had started, usual boring nonsense of numbers and symbols filling his ears. All of that was interrupted though when someone had entered the classroom.

“I’m sorry but is this classroom B29?” The person said, voice belonging to a girl.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/n, the new transfer student, got lost is my guess in why you are late to my class?” The teacher asked her.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“Yes well, welcome to Hawkins high Y/n, please take a seat somewhere, I was just recapping everyone on how to get the area of a triangle”

I slowly looked around me…damn…the only place left to sit was next to me in the back row. She spotted the seat and took it, slowly sitting down and get trying to get comfortable.

Her outfit was simple, jeans with a red fuzzy cotton sweater and a pair of converse. She had managed to make something so simple look absolutely amazing.

I had caught myself staring, only because she must have felt my eyes burning onto her that she turned her head towards me and shot me a small smile.

Time felt like it froze, like If the world had become Ice.

I didn’t even give her a smile back, just quickly whipping my head back to the chalkboard and trying my hardest for the entire period to keep it that way.

That was the first time I saw her.

The next time was 3rd period, science.

And of course, Mrs. Smith, had placed us next to one another.

We didn’t say anything to one another. But during the class I frequently looked over and watch her. She was doodling in her note book for most of class, different things from stars, to planets, and she even drew a perfect detailed picture of a light saber. What I didn’t expect her to draw next was little dice, mostly D20s, and then it donned on me.

‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, this girl likes dungeons and dragons. I’ve never met a girl who likes the game, most girls wouldn’t call it a satanic game, the game of the devil in other words. But this girl…not her.

That was the second time I saw her that day. The next was last period. I hadn’t seen her in the cafeteria at lunch, if I did maybe I would have picked up the courage and introduced myself but she wasn’t there, so I didn’t get the chance to.

Last period was P.E, my least favorite class. Coach had given us a free day to do whatever we liked in the gym, I looked over and saw her take that opportunity to go and sit behind the bleachers.

Not very athletic huh? It’s okay, I’m not either. That being one the main reasons why I failed P.E, everyone else ended up with 80s and 90s, while I was stuck between 50s and 60s. But that’s not important right now.

I decided this would be a open chance to introduce myself, so I slowly followed her, stopping a few times along the way to make sure coach or no one else saw me.

There she was, sitting there, a book sitting in her hand, sitting crisscrossed on the floor underneath a bleacher.

She looked so…calm. So care free. Like she was in her own bubble or world, one that included only her and her thoughts. The sight was almost an-

“You know I can see you right?”

My head shot up, I wasn’t expecting her to say something, let alone say something without even looking up, without taking her eyes off the book.

“I- uh- I’m- I just-“

Good job Gareth. Stuttering and making a complete fool out of myself was most definitely the best way to go.

She finally looked up. Her eyes burning into my own. Her eyes were beautiful.

“Hi” she said, a small smile forming on her lips “I’m Y/n”

Y/n. Why did it sound so…good? It definitely fit her. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess.

“I’m uh- I’m Y/n….WAIT NO..I’m sorry you are

y/n, I’m um…I’m Gareth…”

Good. Fucking. Job. Gareth. Emerson.

“Nice to meet you Gareth” she said with a small giggle.

How did my name sound so good from her? I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much in my life.

I looked down and there sat the book she was reading, it was a Dungeons and dragons guide.

She followed my eyes, hers landing back on the book.

“Dungeons and dragons huh? You play?” I asked her.

“No but I always wanted to play, most people aren’t fond of the game so no one really is up to play”

“Hellfire” I said as soon as she was done saying what she needed to say.

She gave me a puzzled look “sorry?”

“I uh- hellfire, it’s the club I’m in, we play it, Eddie our DM, I could ask him if he could consider you joining” I offered

She just gave me the warmest smile I’ve ever seen “I’d like that”

I knew after that I would try my best to make her feel as welcomed, excepting, and loved to the best of my abilities.

Promise.

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

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[AKNK] Butler in Wonderland / Chapter 8 - Embarrassing(?) Inspection

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[Devil's Palace, Conservatory]

Berrien: "What… the jewel to unlock the ring is gone?"

Fennesz: "Yes… I'm really sorry."

> "Don't be discouraged, Fennesz."

Fennesz: "Y-yes… my Lord…"

Haures: "And so, Mr. Berrien and the others... We need your help to find the jewel."

Berrien: "S-sure, of course. If we don't find the jewel... The Lord will not be able to return, after all."

Lono: "Mr. Berrien… doesn't your face look a bit too happy?"

Berrien: "H-how could I! It's not like that… Of course I am happy that the Lord is here. But... this and that are different matters."

Lono: "Heheh, I know, I know. I was joking, Mr. Berrien!"

Teddy: "So, we're going to look for the jewel in this room, is that right?"

Haures: "Yeah. But before we do that... Sorry, but we'd like to inspect everyone's belongings."

Lono: "What? You mean frisking?"

Haures: "Yes. Just in case..."

Fennesz: "...Sorry. It's my fault…"

Lono: "N-no! I don't mind at all. Go ahead! You're going to check our pockets, aren't you?"

Haures: "Yeah. Alright, let me check it out right away.”

[A few minutes later]

Haures: "Hmm... In Lono's pockets, there are… Cooking notes, shopping lists,.... and dried meat, huh."

Teddy: "Dried meat...? Is that your snack, Lono?"

Lono: "What? No, that isn't for me."

Teddy: "Oh, I see. Then it's for Bastien–"

Lono: "No way. Why in the world would I carry around Bastien's snack. This meat... It's a food I reserve for the hungry people."

Teddy: "For the hungry people...?"

Lono: "That's right. When you walk around the city, don't you sometimes see homeless people who are hungry and about to collapse? When I find such a person, I give them some of this dried meat… After that, I tell them where the free food places are… and I introduce them to a nice orphanage.  Just by having food ready in my pocket… would greatly reduce the difficulty of starting a talk!"

Teddy: "Ooh~... You are very kind, Lono."

Berrien: "Indeed ♪ You have saved many lives that way."

Lono: "O-oh no… It's not a big deal."

Teddy: "Fufu… I see, so it’s like that."

Lono: "Hm? What do you mean by 'I see'? Mr. Teddy."

Teddy: "Oh, nothing... I just remember there was an older lady in my neighborhood. She used to give me a candy bar every time I saw her.  That too, must have been… a way to make it easier to greet people, isn't it!"

Lono: "Uh, uhm… maybe…?"

Haures: "Anyway... Lono's inspection is over… Teddy, can we go through your belongings next?"

Teddy: "Sure! Anytime!!"

Haures: "Well... what I found in your pocket... it looks like a notepad... Hmm?"

> "What's wrong?"

Haures: "Uh, yeah... Something's been bothering me. Excuse me, Teddy. The title of this notepad is 'Everyone's Muscle Records'... What in the world does that mean…?"

> " 'Everyone's Muscle Records'…? "

Teddy: "Hehe, it means exactly what it says. I'm observing everyone's muscle tone. I thought it might be helpful for my own muscle training.  If you are interested, you can read it, Mr. Haures!"

Haures: "Hmm… I don't like to look at other people's notes, but… now I'm curious... So, can you show me just what it said about me?"

Teddy: "Yes, sir! I have written about Mr. Haures on this page."

Haures: "Alright, thank you. Let's see...

'He has a well-balanced workout, it's amazing how there's no moment wasted!' 'Maybe it's not just a matter of training for the sake of training, but perhaps it's a matter of both strength and endurance.' 'The muscles in his arms, back, hips, and buttocks to legs, are splendid…'

…wait a minute, Teddy. Where did you get this detailed observation…?"

Teddy: "Huh? When we bathed together, of course. I can't waste time even when I'm working up a sweat! Wherever we are, we study every day!"

Haures: "...I didn't realize that.... No wonder we often share a bath together after training."

Teddy: "Oh, of course, that's not the only reason. Soaking in the bathtub together makes for great conversation and bonding, it's killing two birds with one stone! Hehe. It's no different from when I was in the military. It's wise to get along with your companions!"

Haures: "...I see. At any rate, is the notepad actually including all of the butlers…"

Fennesz: "Um… by any chance, do you write about me too?"

Teddy: "Why, of course! Would you like to see the page about Mr. Fennesz?"

Fennesz: "Hm, hmmm~... I'm worried about what it says.... But If I don't read it, I'll get worried....  I-I think I'll have a look…"

Teddy: "Yes sir! Here you go!"

Fennesz: "Oh, thank you. Hmm… Let’s see, let’s see…

'As expected from Mr. Fennesz, He always uses huge weapons, and he has great muscles.' 'He must have put in a lot of effort to train like that. I have to learn from him…'

N-no… I'm not to that extent… Hm, hm…

'Also, Mr. Fennesz has an amazing core-strength!  He almost slipped on a soap bar in the bathroom just now.' 'He was almost falling over, but he kept flailing his arms and legs… In the end, he didn't fall over…'

Wait—... You even take note of these things!?"

Teddy: "Yes!! I was so impressed with Mr. Fennesz's movements...! You stayed for about 10 seconds in the state between falling and not falling... In the end, you didn't fall over!"

Fennesz: "Uhh... Don't be impressed by that embarrassing move…"

Lono: "Hmmm... I'm curious to know what it says about me too... On the other hand, I'm starting to think it's better not to know."

Berrien: "Y-yes, that's right... I'll refrain from doing so."

Haures: "Well then… Only Mr. Berrien left. I'm sorry to bother you, but.... May I please inspect your pockets?"

Berrien: "Uh, well… understood… ….…..Phew… I'm in trouble…"

> "What's wrong, Berrien?

Lono: " D-Don't tell me… You have the red jewel in your pocket...?

Berrien: "N-No! That's not the case..."

Lono: "I know~ Then, what's the problem?"

Berrien: "Well… I'm a little embarrassed, um... Please don't laugh, okay…?"

Haures: "So.... In Mr. Berrien's pockets, there are.... A handkerchief, the mansion's keys, and... Lip balm, right?

Teddy: "Huh? What's so embarrassing about these belongings?"

Berrien: "Th-that is… It may not be unusual for young people nowadays, but… I'm still reluctant to be seen with lip balm.... Since… I am from an old generation."

Teddy: "Oh, I see. Is that so? No one is thinking that's embarrassing! It's all right! Right, my Lord?"

> "Teddy's right."

Fennesz: "Yes, you're right. Just as expected from Mr. Berrien, you're rather attentive to self-care too. It's getting dry these days... Maybe I should use some lip balm as well."

Lono: "Oh, me too! Please let me know your recommendation next time, Mr. Berrien!"

Berrien: "Thank you very much, everyone... Fufu. Well then, next time I'll recommend some lip balms ♪"

In the end, the red diamond was not found during the frisking on the butlers…

We left the search of the conservatory to them… while Haures, Fennesz, and I headed to the garden.

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[polarisbibliotheque]

Hi! I've admired your work for DMC for awhile now and I wanted to drop a suggestion if it strikes your fancy. I've been thinking about Dante and Vergil writing love letters to their s/os because they mentioned how much it means to them. How badly would they struggle with it, what the final results would be, what would they want to put into words about their s/os, stuff like that. I hope everything is going smoothly on your end, thank you for all of your time writing all those amazing fics!

Hello @thefiasco-onyourblock !! Thanks so much for being around, I'm really happy you enjoy my work!

It took me some time, but here it is! I absolutely loved this idea and I hope it lives up to your expectations ^^

Dante & Vergil writing love letters to their s/o

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: After mentioning you like love letters, the Spardas do their best to leave a written note of love to their loved one.

Author's notes: It was difficult replicating Dante's speech on writing - 'cause I think there wouldn't be too much slang and abbreviations like he uses day by day. Vergil's, tough, it's slightly longer because I wanted the reader to interact with Lady - there's bound to be more interactions with her, Trish, Nico and Kyrie around!

Also, I wrote Dante's listening to I'll Be Your Home by Rin Oikawa and Vergil's listening to a classic piano compilation on youtube ;)

Dante

“Damn you Mr. Darcy…”

If Dante could – and he would – blame someone for your most recent request, it would be that posh, emotionally constipated British jerk that was Mr. Darcy.

Dante had been staring at the piece of paper on his desk for almost two hours and he hadn’t written a word. Eva’s eyes kept staring at him, that beautiful smile that now seemed to be silently laughing upon his doom.

“I know, I know…” Dante sighed while looking at her portrait. “I’m worse than the competition. But hey, I wasn’t born in the 1700’s…” He pointed at her with the pen he had been holding and unsuccessfully writing. “So gimme a break, huh?”

“Who you talkin’ to…?”

As Dante raised his head, the legendary devil hunter finally noticed Nero standing in the middle of the shop, hands on his pockets, looking at him with his head pending to one side. Now Dante could see how Nero resembled a puppy, as you would say sometimes. That made him smile.

“To your grandma, kid.” With that, Dante sighed once again, leaning back on his chair while pointing quickly at her portrait. “You betcha she keeps an eye on us.”

“Well… Guess she must’ve a lot to say sometimes.” Nero laughed shyly, lazily approaching the desk to take a look at her. He wasn’t really used to the idea of having a loving grandmother watching over him – Nero always thought about his family, but he never wanted to think along those lines… After all, he never knew why he was abandoned in the first place. And once he was, he always assumed it wasn’t out of love. “Ya know, Trish really looks like her, but their eyes…”

“Are different, right?” Dante smiled back at Nero as he had his grandmother’s portrait in his hands, admiring her and agreeing with his head. “Yeah. They’re similar, sure, but Trish and mom… Totally different people. Like twin sisters who aren’t much alike.”

Nero just looked back at Dante with an obvious expression, waiting for his uncle to notice what lied on his own words – and, when Dante did, both started laughing.

“Guess it’s pretty much like me and Verge, yeah…” The red devil sighed again, while Nero put the portrait back on its sacred spot. Everyone knew it was where it belonged, forever.

“Tryna write? That’s new for you.” Nero nodded at the blank piece of paper right in front of them.

“Well, life’s all about new stuff!” Dante scoffed a laugh, massaging his neck right after. He could feel his tension building. “Was watchin’ Pride and Prejudice with y/n the other day and, lo and behold, my lover now wants a love letter from the crimson demon here.”

“You kiddin’?!” But, as Nero asked, Dante confirmed and made his nephew burst in laughs.

“I’ve nothin’ against it, I’m just… Eh. Not the best at that.”

Nero would have made a joke and continue laughing of his uncle’s doom, but Dante looked… Lost. Regarding romantic love, Nero was the most seasoned one in the Sparda household – who was still alive – and the only who could provide some guidance on relationships. He did notice Vergil and Dante were completely lost on that topic – even if they had Sparda and Eva as an example, their lives were so shaken up with trauma and survival that it left a hole in that department.

“Yeah, Kyrie asked me to write one for her once…” Nero scratched his neck just like Dante, as if trying to remember something. He would never mention he wrote her a love letter without Kyrie requesting – every now and then, she could find a piece of paper with her lover’s words to make her smile whenever he was away on a longer job. “Just… Don’t be cheesy, ya know? Be sincere. Kyrie doesn’t need me tryna be all Shakespearian; bet y/n would like the same. Kyrie says she likes readin’ my heart, and we’re not much the poetic types, huh?”

“Nah, that’s your ol’ man’s job.” With Dante’s comment, he and Nero started laughing again.

It was so good spending time with family – for both of them. It was something their hearts longed desperately and now… It was like living a wish that came true.

“But I guess you didn’t come here to gimme advice on how to write love letters, right?”

“Uh, nah, hmmm… I wanted to take a walk with Kyrie on the beach today and… Uh… Ya think I can borrow your bike?” It wasn’t like Nero never asked permission to do something to his step-parents – but he usually didn’t. Asking Dante for his bike was brand new to him and, truth be told, he’d love to take Kyrie somewhere without relying on the bus, subway or Nico’s van.

“Yeah, sure, knock yourself out, kid!” Dante didn’t even think about it: as soon as Nero made his request, he opened the top drawer to toss him the keys – adorned with the wing keychain you gave your lover on Christmas. “You think your girl can handle ridin’ a bike?”

“I think she’ll like the experience.” Nero had a bright smile on his lips, too genuine for Dante to think that wouldn’t work. In a matter of fact, his heart always grew on his chest whenever he saw Nero that happy. “I’ll give it back by sundown, ok?”

“Ei, don’t sweat it. Enjoy your time there, you can bring it back tomorrow.” Dante shrugged while his nephew waved by the door.

“Really? Ok then! See ya!”

“Have fun, kid!”

And then, the shop was silent again.

The only thing in front of Dante was that ominous sheet of paper, staring blankly at him.

“Don’t be cheesy, ya know? Be sincere.”

Taking a deep breath, Dante took the pen between his fingers again. He wasn’t used to being sincere about his feelings even to himself – it was time to work.

*

“Dante! I’m back!”

The day was long gone, and a dark blue mantle covered the skies above. You had been called to a quick job that day – and the pay was decent enough to help you stay on green that month. With that out of the way, and money on the pocket, you came back home.

Only to find it empty.

“Hmmm. He must be out buying dinner…” You mumbled to yourself, taking off your dirty boots and leaving them by the jukebox at the entrance. Your feet reveled in freedom. “Hope it’s pizza. I’m starving.”

As you approached his desk, though, you found an envelope with your name on it. Furrowing your eyebrows, you took it between your fingers to analyze it better: it was Dante’s writing.

And you immediately started laughing.

“He took it seriously…?” You covered your mouth with one of your hands, glancing at Eva’s portrait while making your way to his big, comfy chair. “Your son has a heart of gold, Eva. He’s too precious for this world…!”

You were sure she would have agreed with you – even wondering if her smile was glowing more than the usual amount that night.

“Well, well, let’s see… What does the Crimson Slayer have to say to me…?” You were almost positive it would be filled with jokes and Dante pretending to be a British lord.

“Y/n,

I was sitting here, thinking of something decent to write. You know I’m not really used to this stuff, but someone told me to just be sincere. And, well, that I can do.

Remember when we met? After all that shitstorm in your city, you and I managed to get the hell out of there alive. We watched the sunrise in what was left of that building, just… Sitting there together. You seemed to be able to close your eyes and take a deep breath for the first time in a while.

I did too. I never told you, but back then, it was one of the first times I felt at home, I guess.

I never really knew how to deal with that… You know how my life is and how everything around me seems to burn, I guess. I had lost everything, and nothing really made sense or mattered. The only thing that mattered in my life was putting my father’s blood to good use, killing demons and saving people who need cursed monsters like me to be safe.

That day, something else mattered… I think the fact you survived and looked comfortable by my side, like you were feeling safe, made me realize I… Well, I kinda need that too. And I was comfortable with you. Time passed by and we just sat there, resting. I didn’t even need to talk to you.

‘Cause you know, my chit chat and bantering is always there to fill the silence. But it’s ok to be silent with you. As time went by, I noticed it’s ok if I’m silent. It’s ok if I’m scared. It’s ok if I’m weak. It’s ok if I cry… I don’t have to be ‘the Crimson Slayer, Son of Sparda’ with my bag full of tricks and ready to explode, I can just be… Me. You actually like me.

You know… With all that shit in my life, my parents, what happened to my mom, the way I had to run away, how Vergil and I got estranged, how I grew up taking odd jobs as a teen to at least put a somewhat decent roof over my head… I’m not as great as everyone thinks. I’m not much of a strong hero who’s got their shit together, and honestly, it’s kinda too much for most people to deal with. But I can’t really change those things, can I? I can’t change who I am.

And who would’ve known? You love me despite all that! It’s something else. You are really something else.

When I was a kid, I always wondered why my dad always stopped everything he was doing to watch my mom just doing her stuff on her day to day… But now I understand my old man. You probably noticed ‘cause I’m not really great at pretending I’m not doing it, but every now and then, I like watching as you clean your weapons, or as you’re making your tea, or how you enjoy watching your series, or even when you whistle walking around the shop. It’s like… I don’t know. Like a piece of happiness I get to watch every day.

You’re my happiness, babe. You give me peace after my life has been just about demons and blood. I love talking to you, I love spending time with you, and I love having you in my arms. You are my home, and I couldn’t ask for more – or for anything better. You are already much more than I think I deserve.

I love you, babe. I really do.”

You didn’t expect your eyes to be overflowing with tears.

“He really is too precious, Eva…” You mumbled to the portrait, keeping the letter close to your heart.

It wasn’t very usual for Dante to say those things out loud and to be so open about his feelings – specially when he loved someone as much as he loved you. He kept it all inside, alongside with his fear of, someday, losing all that. It would be just like waking up in a warzone after having the most beautiful and soothing of dreams.

You didn’t expect him to remember something from when you just met – you didn’t even know he felt as calm and secure as you had felt back on that sunrise.

“Oh, Dante…” You sighed, having your eyes closed. “How the hell can you make me love you even more…?”

“Ah, glad you’re home! I got pizza!”

You didn’t even think twice nor waited for him to get comfortable. As Dante walked towards the desk, you got up from the chair. And, as he left the pizza boxes on the table, you wrapped your arms as tight as you could around your red devil.

“Woah, what’s with…”

“I love you, big guy. I really do.” Your voice was muffled against his chest, as you listened to his heart – so devilish, but so human – beating inside his chest.

Dante didn’t even have to ask to know you had read his letter already. With an understanding – and proud to be hearing those words – smile on his lips, he closed his eyes as well and took you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around you.

“Wherever you go, y/n…” He kept his voice low and cozy enough for only you to listen.

“I’ll be your home.” You completed his words, having an obvious smile on your voice.

And for each other, so you would be.

Vergil

Vergil could say he would never get tired of watching you walking by a museum, looking at the exhibitions with interest and care in your eyes.

He enjoyed following you on those situations. You’d often get separated, because you’d get into your own world, admiring everything History had to teach you and bring of beauty into this world.

Vergil loved admiring and learning from the old ones too – but he would also take a lot of his time to watch your wonder; how you seemed to glow in happiness whenever you were doing something so attuned to your heart. It was one of the wonders he could only find in you – in your humanity.

“You’ve been reading those letters for quite a while, love.” The Dark Slayer towered by your side, slowly approaching while you read the last words from the one you were so engrossed on.

“These are some of the letters Beethoven wrote to his…”

“Immortal beloved.” He said the words at the same time as you, making you turn to him and smile. Beautifully, in Vergil’s opinion.

“They are heartfelt. It’s beautiful to read.” It was your best way of explaining it. Some things, you figured, should be felt, not put into words – even though Vergil believed words could always describe one’s feelings.

“Isn’t love something to be touched by the heart instead by words?” He tried, knowing your opinion, while you both started walking once more.

“In my opinion, it is.” You had a smart smile on your lips, knowing quite well the game of wits he was playing. Talking to Vergil was always like playing a game of chess or writing an essay – you couldn’t say it didn’t amuse you. “But there’s something about immortalizing your words and vulnerability on a letter. It takes a great amount of courage, I think.”

“You don’t think love letters are a waste of time, then?” He played, having the same witty smile on his lips. That made you chuckle for a while.

“I say it’s a lovely, intimate waste of time. Even if love is better experienced by touching rather than a rain of gentle words.” Your comeback was everything Vergil would have expected: smart, quick, and eloquent. He could speak to you for hours and never get tired. “Sometimes those words can be kept for days of draught.”

“Hmmm. Absence would be truly easier with gentle words to appease it.” Vergil had to give in to your argument – although he enjoyed letters. Love letters, though, he wasn’t too versed in.

“It would. That’s why I always read your poem books whenever my heart misses yours.”

Vergil knew about that, but he didn’t know the reason behind you reading his books. He truly wasn’t expecting it – and, in a wave of warm feelings that washed over his chest, he took your fingers between his while walking through the rest of the exhibition.

You’d never complain about those sudden displays of affection, though.

*

“I will return as fast as I can, love.”

“Don’t worry about it, Vergil. You guys need to focus on this job – just come back in one piece, ok?”

Dante and Vergil got a different job than you and Lady had taken that week. She called on you because it was a two people job and you were reliable – one day later, Dante got a two people job, a big one, and enlisted his brother for help, as he usually did. Their job, though, could take up to a week, while yours and Lady’s would be three days at most.

Therefore, it was time for goodbyes – at least for a while.

“I promise to return in the best shape I can.” He had a small smile hidden in the corner of his lips, never really saying how much he loved when you were stern and even scolded him. Vergil needed a little bit of that in his life – it showed how much you weren’t a pushover by his side, even if his own personality was very dominant. You always managed to stand your ground in a level of equality when around him.

“Do try to call if you have time. I’ll enjoy hearing your voice.” You peacefully smiled back, getting your sword ready to meet Lady and resume your own job.

“I can’t promise anything. There’s bound to be chaos on this job Dante found us.” With those words, Vergil cut the void with Yamato, ready to leave. Looking over his shoulder, he muttered a few words before leaving. “I will do my best.”

“And I will do mine. Good luck, love.”

With that, your parted your ways.

You only returned home at night, dropped by Lady on her red bike – she usually offered rides and you always accepted them: Lady was one hell of a driver and you always had fun together.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have dinner?” You had already opened the shop’s door, watching while Lady ruffled her black, silky hair before putting her helmet back on.

Differently from Dante, she prized her safety.

“I know it doesn’t look like, but we actually have food in the fridge.” Your smart remark made her laugh in a lovely manner. You always told Lady her voice sounded like church iron bells – strong albeit melodic. She always brushed it off, though – no one in the crew was used to compliments, only Trish.

“Thanks, dear. But I’ve a lot of things to do yet – one of them being collecting the money for our job today.” She winked at you, making you scoff a laugh while leaning on the door, crossing your arms.

“If I didn’t know you, I’d say you’re a loan shark, Lady.” And your comment made her laugh even more. “I bet many of those ‘things’ to do is collecting people’s debts with you.”

“That, you’re not wrong!” She responded in a sing song manner. “Dante’s my main debtor, though.”

“Well, I regret to inform you he’ll only return next week.” You sighed, pretending to be so sorry for that. Lady just smiled, looking at you with lonely eyes.

“Yeah, I know that… Are you ok staying all alone this week?” As you looked back at her, those lonely eyes became fiery and defensive, as always. “Not that I doubt you can look after yourself, it’s just… I… Hmmm… Won’t you get lonely?”

You were taken by surprise with that question. Lady was a lot more open hearted than the Spardas – and you thanked her for that. But living with Dante and Vergil – and being on a relationship with the Dark Slayer – always made you forget how different it was when people were upfront about feelings, be it theirs or yours.

“I think I will. Eventually.” After your first wave of shock, it dissipated in a calm and heartfelt smile on your lips. Even Lady was taken aback by your honesty in that matter – it wasn’t exactly your forte. “But I will manage. Thanks for asking.”

“We can go out one of these days, if you like.” She shrugged. “I’m free this week and I think Trish is too. We can have some fun or even find a job together to waste some time.”

“That sounds great, honestly.” You smiled back, already anticipating. Going out with Lady and Trish always indicated a good time.

“Ok, then! I’ll check on you tomorrow!”

You agreed while she put on her helmet and the bike roared down the street, taking Lady to her next appointments. You rested your weapons back on their proper place, heading to the bathroom so you could take a relaxing bath after a tiring job.

It was only when you were wrapped on your cozy pajamas, ready to grab your most recent of Vergil’s reads and slip away to another world under the blankets until sleep came to bewitch you for the night that you noticed an envelope with his handwriting right above his book.

It was addressed to “My Immortal Beloved”.

You couldn’t quite believe your eyes. That little nod to the letters you were reading the other day made your eyes threaten to weep, while you prepared to read his letter under the covers.

“When did he find time to write this…?” You asked yourself while opening the envelope, taking the pieces of paper on your hands. Vergil’s handwriting was elegant and careful, as you would expect of him.

“Y/n,

If you come to realize one of these days that one of your favorite books disappeared from its shelf, do know that I have it safely with me. As you read my books while I am away, I do the same – it is the way I found to take a souvenir from your heart alongside me while we cannot meet for a while.

Books contain words that turn into memories, fond to our hearts – souvenirs du cœur. I see your memories in the way you lightly underline the words that speak to you; an interesting way to reveal your heart to me. I hope you don’t see my reading as invasive, but it seems as if I am reading alongside you, having one of our delightful conversations.

Your voice soothes the raging storm in my soul – you bring me peace. I do not talk about the horrors I have seen nor the ones I was forced to do, because those memories are the ones that keep my eyes open during endless nights and my hands ready to unleash Yamato.

The memory of you, makes my heartbeat calmer once more.

I believed I had killed most of my pleasant souvenirs – of my life before, when the Dark Slayer did not even exist – but you brought them back; this time, they did not bleed anymore… They only brought a distant feeling of sorrow and happiness, finally making me understand the meaning behind the word ‘bittersweet’.

Mahmoud Darwish once wrote ‘I was compelled to love you; Not because you are the fairest, but because you are the deepest; For a lover of beauty is usually a fool’ – and only after I met you, my soul came to understand those words.

Loving you for your beauty only would be foolish – for your greatest beauty lies inside of you. Your soul glows like the silvery moonlight, the same way my mother’s soul used to shine; Perhaps that was what my father used to see in her – and that is what I now see in you.

You wear your humanity as your strength… And I have much to learn in that regard. Yes, one needs power to protect their loved ones; but I came to realize that, without love, power is meaningless. There is nothing to protect.

I now have too much to protect. And, even if that scares me, I can promise I will never falter in my duty.

I love you, my immortal beloved. With all my heart and my soul.

Vergil.”

As you read the last words, you held those pieces of paper close to your heart, allowing your eyes to cry for a while. Vergil would never wear his heart on his sleeve – but he could write it.

And he did. For you.

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My Little Hybrid Family_Part 7

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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Leona growled, running his hand in through his hair,  “What the devil did you drag home this time?” 

“Hello! I’m Kalim!! What are your names?” 

Azul, Floyd and Jade stood in the living room of your home, their new home. Yes, they stood, they were now wearing the pendant that your parent’s friend had locked away. Leona laid on the couch, not bothering to get up as he looked on. 

Floyd grinned, “I’m Floyd and this is Jade! And that’s Azul!” 

“That’s Leona!” Kalim introduced, pointing over his shoulder at the lion, “And you already know Jamil!” He pointed to where he was standing next to you. Then he spread his arms, “This is your new home! If you have any questions, just asked. Our Mistress is amazing! You’ll love it here!” 

“That remains to be determined”, Azul spoke coolly crossing his arms. 

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“You seriously brought a van?” squealed Kalim.  

You had went out that morning a week after Azul, Floyd and Jade had come to live with you, promising to have a surprise for everyone. Floyd and Kalim were the most excited. 

“Is it fun?” Floyd aked. 

“What is it?” Kalim almost yelled. 

Jamil was a bit more composed, but you could see curiosity swirling in the depth of his eyes. Azul still hadn’t stopped being suspicious, eyeing you in silent judgement, while Leona just yawned. 

“Yep! Our little family is growing! There is no way my car is going to fit everyone if we were going somewhere all together. Now we can! Which means, road trip!!” 

Kalim and Floyd almost dove into the van, while Jamil and Azul followed at a sedate pace. Leona had turned to go back into the house, but you grabbed his clothes before he could disappear. 

“You are part of this family too! Get in the car!” you chirped. 

“You do realize our family keep growing because you keep picking up strays, right?” he growled without any real heat. 

You fought hard not to laugh, “Take a look at your situation.” 

He grumbled before getting into the van as well. It only took about fifteen minutes before you pulled into Mr. Sam’s shop. You had no idea how a mom-and-pop store like his hasn't been brought out by now, but Sam would smile and just say it was thanks to his friends on the other side. 

Kalim gave a loud cheer when he saw the shop. It’s been ages since they’ve been here. He and Jamil were the only ones that had been to this shop. He loved hanging out here. 

Azul noted that Jamil had brought two small boxes with them that he passed to you once everyone was out. He couldn’t help but to briefly wondered what it was. Floyd and Jade were looking around in undisguised wonder. He snorted silently. A week in and already they were losing themselves to your so-called charm. He would be vigilant. He was not going to get tricked again. He wondered how long it would take for you to decide to ditch them. He hadn’t exactly been mean to you, but hadn’t been nice either. But strangely, you had taken his cool demeanor towards you in stride. 

Jamil only smirked at him. 

“You’ll get there.” Was all he said. 

Azul did not want to get there. 

Wherever there was. 

The bell rung at the shop as Kalim pushed the door open, followed closely by Floyd. 

“OOoooh…”, Floyd drawled, looking around at all the knicknacks. There was even stuff hanging from the ceiling. 

A voice finally sounded, “Hey my little imps!! It's been awhile!!” 

Kalim gave a giant wave as a tall man walked out followed by two more behind him, “Hello Mr. Sam!! Jack, Ruggie!!” 

The shop owner, Mr. Sam only grinned, “Oh my, you’ve been busy Miss Y/N. Has your family grown?” 

You nodded, “Indeed.” 

Sam spread his arms, “Welcome to my humble shop! We have everything and anything you could possibly want. There ain't nothing I don't have or cannot get. I even got things I haven’t even tried! Please browse and discover more than just parlor tricks. Jack! Ruggie!” 

Sam disappeared deeper into the store as the two stepped forward. Ruggie grinned as he saddled up to you, “Do I smell what I think I smell?” 

You played coy, “And what do you think you smell?” 

Ruggie smacked his lips as he eyed the box, “Something delicious, I hope.”  

You lifted the box, inviting him to take it, “You'd be correct.” 

He threw open the box and pulled one out, his tail giving a short wag, “Donuts!!! Thank you, Miss Y/N!!”  

“And this is for you, Jack.” You handed the other box to him. 

Jack's ears perked up when he opened and saw a small cactus. His tail wagged a little, “Thank you for your kindness, Miss Y/n.” 

You shook your head with a smile, “No need to be so formal. Now!!” You turned to the others, “Boys, time to pick out some things.” You turned back to Ruggie and Jack, “These three need their own sets of clothes.”  You pointed as the twins and Azul.  All they had to date were the clothes they had from their former owner. Why they even had their own clothes when she didn’t even allow them to shift into human form was beyond you, but okay. 

You noticed that Floyd didn't need an invitation as he darted further into the store and disappeared down an isle. Jade followed at a sedate pace, while Azul hung back. Kalim started chatting with Ruggie and Jack to catch up. You noted he had managed to pull Leona into the mix as well.  Meanwhile, Jamil had long since disappeared. 

You smiled gently at Azul who only gave a light sneer before walking further into the store.  You wandered into the back to chat with Sam for a little bit before deciding to make rounds and see how everyone was doing. 

You first came across Leona, who was still hanging with Ruggie and Jack. Kalim you noted had disappeared. You were surprised, but it was quite a happy sight for you. Then you noted that Leona had boredly snatched Ruggie’s hand away from his pocket. So Ruggie was still trying to pick pocket? Watch you faint in surprised. Which reminds you. You patted your own pocket where you had placed a small donut trinket you had found. 

Yep, it was gone. 

Despite being caught, Ruggie only laughed as Leona rolled his eyes. Jack was standing stoticly and shook his head. Both of them had been part of the black market of hybrids before landing with Sam. 

Because of Jack’s statue, he was forced into a lot of fighting rings. Those fights were do or die. Despite that, Jack didn’t like fighting and was the gentlest soul you knew. It seemed that Ruggie was a black market slave sold to the highest bidder. But he escaped and learned to be clever to survive. That was how he sharpened his pick pocket skills. You were happy to see they were both settled in, working at Sam’s shop. They were safe there. If anywhere was a safe haven for stray hybrids, it was Mr. Sam’s shop. 

You walked on. 

“Ooh, put this on!! Oh, they got three!” 

That was Floyd and you followed the voice to see the twins and Azul wearing identical fedora hats. 

You couldn’t help yourself, “Sharp! Sharp!!” 

Azul almost jumped while Floyd laughed, “Don't you think? We are getting them! Shrimpy what do you think of these glasses on Azul?”  

Azul absently pushed them up on the bridge of his nose, “I don't exactly need them, Floyd.” 

“Yes, but it makes you look smart, just like those businessmen.”, Jade offered. 

Azul hissed at him, once glancing at you. 

You spoke, “They look very nice. Very you. Adds more character. Get them if you like them.” 

“See!! Shrimpy said so! We are getting them!” Floyd said before pulling Jade and Floyd off. Azul offered more verbal protest, and you decided to go in the opposite direction. 

You came across Jamil busy at the spice rack, while you passed Kalim looking at jewelry. When you next came across Azul he was alone, intensely into a book. You made sure to make noise as you walked. 

“For the last time Floyd, I…” he stopped abruptly when he saw it was you. 

“Something interesting?” 

“Maybe…”

You peered at the title Business Acumen. 

You looked back at him, “Jade said you were interested in business?” 

“Jade should have kept his mouth shut.” Azul mumbled, “I'm just interested in understanding you humans.” he pushed his glassed up. You realize they had already become a part of him. “If I do that, I will never be taken advantage of again.”

“And that requires a business sense?”, You questioned. 

Azul pursed his lips. You shrugged, opting not to push anymore, “Buy it if you like it… “

Without another word, you walked off. When it was time to pay up, you were pleased to see that there was a nice little haul. The twins and Azul got new clothes, but it seems everyone got something they like for pleasure as well. You were shocked to see a body pillow suddenly thrown into the pile. You looked up to see Leona glaring down at you as if daring you to say something. You glanced to see Ruggie grinning. 

“Hey, seems little Ruggie manage to sell you on something.” spoke Sam not missing a beat,  “Good, I will charge it right up!!” 

You would have paid to know how Ruggie managed to get Leona to buy this for himself. You were grateful, and honestly it was something that you knew Leona would use. In fact, you were happy that Leona, Azul and the twins all got something they liked especially for their first time here.  Since arriving, Leona had refused to go back outside. You were the one that figured out his measurements and got him new clothes. You noticed that he had also picked out a few outfits as well.  Once paid and bagged, Jack had packed everything in the trunk. 

Sam waved from the front door, “Thank you little imps! Please come again!” 

“And bring donuts!!” Ruggie shamelessly asked. 

As you were pulling out of the parking lot, Floyd remarked, “That was so much fun!!” 

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. How about you, Leona?”  

Leona gave a pointed yawn, “Ask me after nap time.” 

You smirked. You knew he was excited to test out his new pillow. Azul was already buried in his new book. Floyd had managed to find some plushies. He got a shrimp one and Jade had a mushroom one. A bag of spice sat in Jamil’s lap. He had a small smile on this face as he looked out the window. You knew he was planning a menu. Kalim talked about his new throw rug he found this time as he continually rotated through his new bracelets. 

You were happy that this trip was as success. 

If your hybrids were happy, then you were too. 

Part 8