#genderneutral apprentice

[theshipden]

You’re writing is incredible 💗 my prompt would be MC taking an interest in Julian’s practice, maybe making a deal with him where they’d teach him magic for some medical skill lessons from Julian. (Since they lost their memories from when they were his apprentice, it’s interesting to me how he might approach this, as well what does Julian want to learn about magic, I feel like he might ask for some ridiculous and we love supporting our boi) please and thank you❣️✨

For magical/doctor lessons go here!

[saintprivateer]

Domestic bf Asra

Sooo ever since I’ve downloaded The Arcana I haven’t stopped thinking about it (from my recent rb’s that’s probably very obvious though)! Here’s some headcanons I’ve been hoarding about my endearing magic boi Asra and the bliss of domesticity with him.

Rating: very fluffy :o)

Pairing: Asra x Apprentice (genderneutral)

Time: Modern for the most part, but I’ve tried to include aspects that still pertain to the Arcana universe (magic, his shop business, etc.)

Asra not only loves painting his nails but also yours (if you’re into that of course.) Lots of nail painting days together. His favorite colors include (rose) gold, purple, fuchsia, and deep-sea indigo. It’s therapeutic to him to feel the coolness of the polish on his nails, plus he likes watching your concentrated expression as you scrutinize your work. This goes the other way too! You love watching him pull your hand closer, add just the right amount of the last coat, smile to himself, and kiss your knuckles. “All done.”

Spa days!! You better believe he’d set out an entire day solely for pampering. You’ll both spend the evening in fluffy/sheer robes, and it gives him an excuse to take a nap while his clay mask dries. Makes the best exfoliates and sugar scrubs, and he usually charms the products so that your skin is feeling extra refreshed and moisturized (literally it’s no wonder his skin is so baby smooth and dewy fresh)

Bubble baths happen on spa days too, but this in itself could be an event on its own. Candles made of flower extract, magic bath bombs with iridescent gems and healing spells, suddy bubble beards and kingdoms of foam when you’re both feeling playful. Faust likes being in the water too, so Asra sets up minature bath for her in a water basin or a floating water orb that shifts in the middle of you two as she nestles in the warmth. You take turns bathing eachother and he loves to help you dry off. He’s a caretaker at heart with his lovers!!

Scheduled naps every other day or weekend. I needn’t go into more detail but... yes I do. He’s the best nap partner but we already knew that. Usually likes being the big spoon of course, but if he ever turns over during his rest you’ll naturally follow eventually, wrapping an arm around his lithe torso and snuggling close, burying yourself in his natural Asra scent. If you’re smaller, you might opt for pressing your cheek against the cushion of his back or shoulder, and if you’re taller you nestle your chin on his fluffy marshmallow hair. He loves to intertwine fingers around stomachs, lazily kiss shoulders and collarbones, and vise versa. Takes his time to get up and stretch out his muscles, but usually resorts to a second nap.

LOVES THUNDERSTORM NAPS

Loooves to try new recipes and ethnic foods he’s scribbled about in his journal from the places he’s traveled. He also has a Pinterest board for all his culinary interests (loves Pinterest btw). He takes over the stirring + prepares desserts while you add base ingredients and spices, invites you to try the techniques he’s been told about. Feeds you samples on a wooden spoon and accidentally gets icing on your cheek so that he can kiss it off. Has a designated apron and everything. When the meals don’t turn out the way he planned, he might just use a charm to make it taste up to par, but this rarely happens hence his refined pallet and being a fast learner. Gets creative!!(Alternatively, I think it’s also very canon for him to think almost anything is good as long as it’s edible, like when he asked himself where he last left his sandwich out on the counter. This boy would eat battery acid if it was covered in cheese.)

He always has a chill playlist humming softly throughout the shop. It can play during opening hours or when you’re both cleaning around the house. I imagine songs like this and/or this....and/or this. :)

Sharing jewelry!! Loves to see you in his chokers and doesn’t normally ask to wear your rings or bracelets, but once you assure him you don’t mind he wears the metals like a lover’s sweater and takes extra good care of them, putting them back in their proper place once he’s done. Holds the chains in his fingers when he’s wearing them while he’s away and thinks of you. Replays memories interlaced in the amulets. Peppers you with compliments when you wear his things and makes a mental note to gift you something similar to the jewels in the future.

On slow business days, he might just close the shop after some convincing from you and perch on anything comfy with a book and tea. Reading days are also very regular. In the afternoon light he flips through what he can while the sunlight still flutters through the windows, and alternates to his salt lamp once the day is over (he has enough lanterns and fairy lights to power a small city). He loves when you get so caught up in a book that you hardly put it down, but when it gets too late in the evening he gently reminds you to get some rest soon, kissing you goodnight and shuffling up the stairs. He’s found you sleeping in the exact same lounge chair you sat in that night in the morning, and he can’t decide whether to lightly scold you or admire how adorable you look with your book half opened on your chest and your head lulled sideways on a fluffy throw pillow. He’s compared you to a tiny sleeping cat or bear cub.

The mere concept of being domestic with you is just as thrilling to him as it is reassuring and grounding. He loves to switch routine, and his airyness is a catalyst for movement and change, but you are the foundational constant in his life. Someone that he can always see as home.

[magicalarcanqblog]

Late (Asra x Genderneutral!Mc)

Just a short fluffy story I wrote at 2:46 am

~ses

“Ugh! Asra, come on!" Mc shouted from the front door. Nadia had invited them over for food, tea and cards and they were supposed to be there an hour ago, but as usual, Asra refused to move his ass from the couch. "Come on! We don't have time for this!"

Hearing him groan from their room, Mc sighed, before walking in there. "Babe," they whined. "Why ya gotta be so difficult?" They wasn't even surprised at this point to see that Asra was still lying on the bed, pantsless nonetheless.

"Cause," he said while holding out his arms doing the grabby motions, before grabbing Mc’s hands and pulling them towards him, having Mc stand at the edge of the bed. "I'd rather stay home, hold you and beat your ass at some fuckin cards." Looking at the time once more before looking into their fluffy haired boyfriends eyes, Mc sighed before finally giving in.

"Fine, you win." They rolled their eyes and smiled before lying down beside Asra. He wrapped his arm around Mc and kissed them softly. He nuzzled into their chest and closed his eyes.

“But you're the one who has to tell Nadia.”

[creamecream]

“Well, well, well, well, well~”

Callisto looked up in surprise, steadying the basket in her hands when she spied the young man currently looking down at her from the rafters of a building, that he proceeded to nimbly climb down off of, yet stopping before he hit the ground so he could still loom over her.

“What do we have here?”

Callisto pulled her berry basket closer to her chest, looking up at the boy carefully, narrowing her eyes at him, until her eyes caught something green glimmering at his throat, something that shouldn’t have been openly decorating a young man in this simple valley.

“Where did you-?”

Callisto cut herself off as she realized just where she had seen that stone before, on the insignia of one of the four royal families, a stone that was supposedly currently adorning the princess’ neck!

If there wasn’t a reason for Callisto to avoid the man before, there was now, especially when he saw her looking and laughed, tapping the stone with a forefinger.

“Oh? see this? wanna know where I got it.” The boy leaned down, a cold smile lining his lips. “I stole it~”

Callisto belongs to @abyssnighthawk

[alovesongshewrote]

👌 the prompt: Royalty (for Douxie :3, imma be sending more cause why not, i love reading your stuff, but i'm sorry if i spam you-)

Royalty | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  Plot? What plot? You're just a member of a royal family lost to time, and douxie likes to joke about it [Hisirdoux Casperan x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 449

Warnings: none

A/N: these drabbles really can drabble, huh? honestly though, i think this things may count as like,,, the first 0 angst chill fluff i've done in a while,,, wild.

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts

About nine hundred years ago, you were royalty.

A child born to royal parents, you got the best of everything- the best teachers, the best training, the best clothes, and the best food. You lived well. You knew what your future would be, and you didn’t have much to worry about outside of the wanderlust inside of you that longed to break out. The wanderlust was a minor issue, though, overall, everything was fine.

And then your fucking kingdom fell.

Fantastic.

Honestly, in terms of kingdoms falling to dust, you got off pretty easy- you escaped with your life, and so did your family, which was a bit of an abnormality when compared to most other coups. You weren’t super jazzed about it though. And while everyone lived, you were generally separated, scattered across the map in various places without a hope of finding each other again in your lifetimes.

Then you went and got yourself magic, expanding your life time infinitely.

It was a very dramatic time for you.

Shortly after that, you met Douxie who was in the middle of his ye olde moppet phase, and who was so fucking cute. Your friendship was cemented once the two of you realized you both had magic and hailed from super broken kingdoms that didn’t really exist anymore. The only real difference between you was that he was an apprentice in his old kingdom, and you were actual royalty.

I have no idea how that came up naturally in a conversation, but I guess it did, because for the next nine hundred years, he gently teased you about it at every opportunity possible.

The “your highness” talk was never ending- at first, it was partially out of respect, but as time passed, it became more and more of a meme. He would linger behind you with a shit-eating grin on his face whenever a situation called for high-class conversation, or incredibly complicated etiquette. Once cell phones became a thing, he put a crown emoji next to your name in his contact list, and he was in his glory during the Disney renaissance. (So many movies featuring royalty, so many jokes to make, so little time.)

Generally, he was a total court jester about your royal past. And you fucking loved it. And he knew that. Everything he did made you smile, even if you pretended that it didn’t. On some level, you were pretty sure he was doing it for you, though you weren’t sure. You just knew that it made you happy.

And the smile on his face whenever he made a particularly good joke was something you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world, so there’s that.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Okay, like imagine if you will (Jackson Brice ramble)

Chameleon’s apprentice is a shy individual, constantly changing their look not only to hone their skill but also to watch their crush; Shocker! At a distance.

Shocker 100% knows this, and surprises her one day by calling her out (or asking her out, whichever lol)

Hey, with all due respect, this is a genderneutral and male reader blog! I understand if it was an accident, but please don't talk about a reader in a fem way!

Warnings/tags: implied yandere, Stalking, teasing, age gap, fluff, open ended

Reader: Gender neutral, stalker, implied yandere, nervous/anxious, implied self-insecurity

He's was so handsome. You kept your head down, headphones in your ears as you did your best to avoid grabbing his attention. Montana, aka, Jackson Brice. The leader of the enforcers, and a good friend of your ex-coworker, Quentin Beck. Beck was how you met Montana, unsurprisingly. He'd always insist on playing match maker, so when you let out a passing comment on how you found the shocker hot, Quentin insisted on letting the two of you meet.

Despite being the Chameleon's sidekick, it wasn't rare to help Quentin with his robots. You'd help make Chameleon's costumes, it made sense you could sculpt a robot to be an exact replica. It also meant you'd occasionly use desguises for recon missions, or times when Chameleon was gone and you had to keep appearances up.

In all honesty, it'd been an accident when you first saw Montana out of work. He'd been out an about, with the enforcers. They'd recently been let out on good behavior, and had yet to have a warrent placed over their heads, so they were soaking it up while they could. Your disguise was fairly good, at least, you were pretty damn proud of it. It was.. interesting to see Montana is a more laid back environment. Talking and joking with his companions in a way you hadn't seen before.

You hadn't meant to stalk him really, you'd just wanted to see more of this side of him. Luckily, you were good at your job, the only one noticing you staring being Ox, who simply glared for a moment before joining back in the conversation. That day was spent silently trailing them, being careful to not make it obvious, watching from afar, until they left the more populated areas, and you did the same. Chameleon had been a bit upset over your tardiness, but you told him you were trying to get blackmail on the Sinister Eleven, which he smiled and praised you for.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. Yet you kept doing it, different disguises each time. A punk, a hippie, a college kid, anything you could think of. Different hair, using heels to add height, you really had earned the title of being Chameleon's sidekick. You were almost better than he was.

Today was a jugallo, or at least, a jugallo based outift. The mask was the whole nine yards, a death hawk, painted face, and an eye color that was opposite to your own. The perfect disguise to spy on Montana while he, Ox, and Ricochet went to the music festival being held in central park. It was wrong, you understood that, but it was all for him, so, what was the worse thing that could happen?

Your eyea flickered around the incredibly crowded festivel. Trying to at least find Ox in the massive collection of people. Someone hitting your chest made you yelp, loosing your footing and falling straight into someone's arms.

Montana looked down at you, obviously a bit surprised, but far from upset. With a grin, he helped you back on your feet while you apologized profusely.

"Aw, don't worry kid," his eyes glinted with some sort of knowing look, "you're just falling for me the second time, ain't ya, [V/N]?"

Oh.

Oh no.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Qifrey and s/o who is like a motherly figure to the girls...can't get it out of my head ofmosma it would make such a cute oneshot/hc like this whole found family thing is just <3

Oh that's so cute. ☺ And i agree. This really is <3

Quiffrey x gn!s/o, who is motherly

Warnings: other than the fact that I use "motherly" descriptively, it's genderneutral

You, Oruggio and his Apprentices are like his little family

You and Quiffrey obviously being the parents of the kids

(Oruggio is the grumpy uncle)

He has literal heart eyes whenever he sees you being "motherly"

Whether you are cooking whilst looking after the girls

Or helping them study

Or reading them stories

He is so in love with you

Honestly, sometimes he just sits on a bed to watch you tidy up whilst you curse him for just sitting there and doing nothing, except maybe annoy you

Don't get him wrong, he would never make you do all the chores

He would hate it, if you would even do the majority of them

But he loves the domesticity of it all

You, looking after those, who are practically his kids at this point

Instant heart eyes

He also loves hugging you from behind and swaying with you as you stir food

Nuzzling into your neck

(He loves doing that)

He also loves it when you take care of him

He doesn't always remember that his well-being is as important as yours or the others'

So whenever you gently scold him

Or lighlty hit his head whenever he forgets

Or during his more vulnerable moments

The way you cradle him against your body

He loves you so, so much

And sometimes he might even think he doesn't deserve you, but he does!

Please show him all the love he deserves

(Though you probably already do)

He'd do anything to keep your little family happy

So soft for you all 💕

[littleoddwriter]

Inspired by the chrome skulls request could you do the saw characters if the reader likes to refer to them as daddy/sir ❤️

Mark Hoffman; William Easton (separate) x GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons | (mildly) NSFT

Hey there! Ooohhh, interesting, thank you for the request! [I only write for Mark Hoffman and William Easton, so I hope you knew that and aren't going to be disappointed by the lack of Saw characters, now. ^^" And I hope doing them separately was what you've had in mind, then, too (since it was a Poly Relationship in the other one)! Sorry if not, I'll re-do it if you'd have liked anything else instead.] Anyway, I hope you enjoy these! :)

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Daddy Kink; Dom/Sub; Referenced/Implied Sexual Activities; Domestic Fluff.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

Mark Hoffman

He likes to be called either; it just depends on the context and/or his mood - So, if he's feeling a little softer, he'd prefer if you called him Daddy; whereas if he's in a mindset that resembles the one he has as Jigsaw's apprentice, he likes Sir more, and he'll even punish you if you slip up.

Outside of the bedroom, you're only allowed to call him Sir if you feel the need to call him anything other than his name or usual pet names, though. It's not that he's embarrassed by it or that he doesn't want to make others uncomfortable (let's be real, he doesn't give a shit); but more so that he wants to keep this a private thing between only you two.

When he's in Daddy-mode, he's absolutely coddling you; especially since at those times you need that sort of attention more than anything else and he's happy to give it to you; he enjoys it a lot as well, after all.

Although, most of the time, in bed, he prefers dominating you entirely and gets off on having you call him Sir as he's doing all sorts of things to you to turn you into nothing but a whimpering little mess that doesn't know or want anything else than to please him.

William Easton

He's so used to being called Sir at work, it's actually a little tiring and feels impersonal to him if you were to call him that in private as well; so you two settle on calling him Daddy, which is what you prefer anyway, so everybody wins.

He really loves the way it's just like any other nickname for you both - instead of something exclusive to the bedroom -, and it makes him feel complete in a way he has trouble pin-pointing.

Bonus points for the way your eyes soften and gain a little spark when you're calling him Daddy; it's something so special just between the two of you; something no one could possibly take away from you.

It doesn't matter if in- or outside of the bedroom, the whole Daddy situation is wrapped up in softness (he's definitely a Soft Dom) and is nothing if not a testament to the love and trust between you two.

[anotherfanclan]

Lilypaw- Pretty purplish-grey molly with white markings and green eyes. Quiet and kind like her parents, Twinspurcloud and Lavenderfur, Lilypaw is always trying her best, and her parents support her 100% of the time. Her mentor is the rough and violent Petuniaclaw, but in their time together Petuniaclaw has learned more patience, and Lilypaw has learned to stand up for herself and her friends.

Gender: Cis Female (She/her)

Sexuality: Straight

Rank: Apprentice

Mentor: Petuniaclaw

Mother: Lavenderfur

Father: Twinspurcloud

Uncle/Aunt (if anyone knows of a genderneutral term for this please let me know): Hydrangeapelt 

Aunt: Begoniafeather 

Aunt: Orchidspot

Grandmother (Paternal): Primroseheart

Grandmother (Paternal): Violetnose

Grandmother (Maternal): Bubblestep

Grandfather (Maternal): Quailheart

Hopeful Warrior name(s): Lilyfur, Lilyshine, Lilyfrost

Holy crap ya’ll, this is the biggest family tree I have so far!

[scriptlgbt]

What are some genderneutral ways to refer to a character? One of my character is NB and usually I refer to characters with for example „The boy,the girl etc“ The character is pretty young compared to the others so the only thing I can think of is Kid But I cant write that every two sentences Thank u

Depending on the time period, location, and narrator there’s probably a number of ways you can refer to them. For example, if your story is in first person or third person limited (which is what it sounds like), you could have the narrator refer to them as a nickname that references their age or size eg. calling a small kid “Shorty” or calling a mischievous one “gremlin”. This conveniently also gives insight into the kid’s personality and what the narrator thinks of them. Other terms which you’ll have to filter according to the situation would include urchin, orphan, brat (annoying or spoiled kid), novice/apprentice (if they’re being trained in a profession and your narrator is aware of it). Basically, if they have some other identifying characteristic, use that instead. 

- mod Laini

[bigfan-fanfic]

Darkside Bakes 3 (GenderNeutral!Reader Batman Headcanons)

There is just one question in your mind when Penguin leaves

How exactly do you expect to pull this off????

Huh????

But, as we all must, you muddle through.

You hire a couple of assistants very quickly

One’s an older lady named Marcia who’s been through it all.

Apparently she’s been held hostage by three separate villains and she once took a crowbar to Carmine Falcone’s face back before Batman came to Gotham

She spouts these crazy conspiracy theories about the Dark Knight’s identity. I mean, come on, Bruce Wayne? That’s ridiculous.

The other’s a young guy named Ike who really wants to learn to bake.

He used to be one of the Joker’s henchmen, but has since gone straight after getting sent to Juvie by the Bat

His hands are slightly shaky from overexposure to Joker Gas, but he’s an incredibly hard worker and has that cheerful aura you’re looking for in an apprentice

And the three of you go all out - after all, Cobblepot gave you complete creative freedom, just following the theme of “Indulging the Darker Side”

And I do mean all out.

I’m talking little iced oatmeal cookies in the shape of the Iceberg Lounge’s logo (a penguin icon that’s devilishly tricky to render in oatmeal

These will be placed in a basket lined with white linen next to a black sign that says “Come to the dark side - we have cookies”

I’m talking beautifully soft ciabatta mini-loaves to serve with the entrees served - Penguin wants all baked goods to come from you.

I’m talking absolutely tiny eclairs dipped in white and dark chocolate and arranged to make the penguin logo.

You have Marcia whip up a gingerbread replica of the Lounge’s ballroom as a centerpiece while Ike assists you in making about a hundred cheese turnovers in the shape of fishes.

These will be placed in a circle around the gingerbread ballroom to simulate the frozen pond that is its major feature.

And these are for just the ballroom.

It takes you, Marcia, and Ike all working together to make the true dessert of the evening

It’s important, because Penguin wants this dessert to signal the beginning of an entire epic season

It’s a multi-tiered ice-cream cake, which is difficult at the best of times with an entire team of bakers, as opposed to two bakers and an apprentice

But you do it. Two tiers of vanilla bean sponge iced with a walnut buttercream, then another layer of chocolate sponge iced with hazelnut buttercream, then the ice cream layer (Penguin insisted on cookie dough ice cream), and a final chocolate sponge at the bottom.

Some final decorations. Marcia pipes designs onto the frosted cakes, and you have Ike help you melt some sugar for some candied decorations.

The cake is beautiful.

Penguin sends some people to transfer all the baked goods, as well as the three of you. 

These rich people tear into your desserts as though they’ve never eaten before.

One woman in an elegant gown quickly deposits her shawl and clutch on her chair so that she can eat more freely.

And at the climax of the evening, Oswald Cobblepot invites the three of you onto the dance floor, introducing you to Gotham’s high society.

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the best bakery in Gotham...” he begins

“Darkside Bakes.” You announce, and Penguin looks at you approvingly.

“A great name for a sure-to-be-great establishment.” Penguin finishes.

Gasps as your cake is brought out on a wheeled cart.

But the night is not peaceful

The Bat and his army of partners comes crashing through the glass ceiling

Red Hood sees Marcia and shouts “Is that the lady who shot Bane in the chest?”

You resolve to ask her for some more stories later

Nightwing takes several cookies and starts eating them while Batman confronts Penguin.

Red Robin looks disdainfully at the ice cream cake and instead takes an eclair

Robin seems focused, but has already eaten a large piece of the cake while no one was looking.

Before Batman leaves, he pinpoints you. By coincedence, you are under the table with the sign that says “come to the dark side, we have cookies”

“I think you should vet your clientele more thoroughly.” he says in that deep, scary voice.

All you can think of is that you probably won’t be paid

And does Batman know about your other clients???

You, Ike, and Marcia go back to the bakery.

Batman meets with his partners.

“We should keep an eye on them.”

“The bakers? Father, they’re no threat.” Robin scoffs.

Nightwing sighs. “Oh, God, I love these things! I’m so gonna order some cookies from them.”

“Even so, I think we might need to watch this... Darkside Bakes more carefully...”

[sayonera]

The hanged man (Julian Devorak x genderneutral Apprentice lemon)

Heya! I joined the Arcana fandom maybe a month ago and I am already completely in love with all the characters, especially a certain doctor. And so I decided to write a short story for my very dear friend who is just as hoplessly in love with him as I am, as totally platonic, 100% no homo friends who love each other to the end of the world do. She encouraged me to publish it and so did another amazing friend (who’s opinion I value as she is probably the most talented writer on Tumblr) so here we are!

Warnings: explicit content, dom! apprentice and sub! Julian, light bondage (tied hands and blindfold), assplay (no penetration), semen eating, mild language and humiliation

Hope you enjoy!

He was such a pretty sight to see like that... to be fair, he always was, but there was something so intriguing about him in this position. It was worth all the trouble you went through to get the rope around that roof beam and around his wrists, all while they were up so far in the air he almost had to stand on his toes.

You put the chair to the side and admired him some more. He twisted his head to follow the sound of the wooden legs scratching against the stone floor and your feet taping through the carpet he was standing on in an attempt to locate you, the blindfold moving slightly as he furrowed his brows in concentration. Just then a lopsided smile appeared on his lips. "You know, I appreciate this game, I really do, but you could at least light up the fireplace. It is a bit chilly in here"

He winced at the hard strike of your hand on his naked asscheek, all the touch you would give him for a while for being so rude, you decided. Redness already started to spread on his cheeks, creeping up to his ears. He always was so easy to fluster. "I am sorry, miss. I promise to be nicer"

You sighed, trying hard to sound more annoyed with him than you actually were before conjuring a little magic, setting the firewood aflame. You saw him smile from the corner of your eye. Cheeky. That would have consequences.

For now you decided to walk around him, close enough for accidental touch, but you didn't let any happen, taking in his lean form instead. He really was unfairly handsome and you loved every part of his body, even the light scars everywhere. His slim muscles on his abs, his pale white skin, the bags under his eyes that had gone back a bit since you shared a bed and made him sleep more. Your hand reached up to the arm next to his face and slowly drew a line, down over his to his pit and to the his ribs, earning you a small gasps.

Your mind raced with what to do with him, now that he was at your full disposal. You didn't have to do much to be fair, one glance told you that he was already starting to react to the situation. But you had a few ideas, nevertheless. You decided to get him unbearably aroused before starting to properly tease him. It was always so much fun to have him on the edge for way too long to bare.

So you leaned up, pressing a few kisses to his chest and up to his neck which he acknowledged with a sigh... and your hands wandered to his ass. "Spread your legs more, my little pet" He immediately followed through, impatiently wanting to see what you were going to do with him. Though he would take anything, really... so needy. So perfect. You started to massage his butt, lightly at first, barely any more than your fingertips and or nails gracing his skin. You could hear his breathing get louder, ever so slightly, with a few happy sighs in-between as he relished your soft touch. The next hard slap on the same spot as earlier took him by surprise, his hips jerking away and against you. You walked around him immediately, not wanting to present any more friction to him, instead pressing kisses to his shoulderblades while hitting him again, the other side this time. You started a mix of teasing touches and hard hits, all while still pressing kisses and light bites against his skin. After a some time you raised one of your hands up around him and up to his face, fingers tracing his chest and neck first, while the other continued to knead his asscheeks. He quickly welcomed your fingers inside his mouth, lips drawing them in and tongue greeting them with a soft tap.

You scissored his tongue and allowed him to lap against them, which coaxed a little moan from him. You didn't think that you had ever met any men before who would get off on that, but you had known for a while now that Julian was special and you loved him for that. You pulled your fingers away with a plopping sound and let them draw down his body again, spreading spit over his throat, chest, pinching his nipple and then going to his backside. You used your other hand to push his asscheeks apart a bit.

It was like a coin fell in his head, a fire glowing up in his brain. He gasped for air. "My, I must say my dear, it is always fascinating to see you in these situations... well, to experience you, rather. Not that you aren't always fascinating, it is just that you always find the most peculiar ways to-" the shake in his voice gave away how excited he was by this and so was the loud, shameless moan that broke from him when you pressed your fingers against his entrance.

You weren't going to penetrate him, at least not today. That was something for another adventure. But you had noticed before how incredibly sensitive the doctor was about anything with his ass and especially the tiny, tight ring of muscles leading inside. So you pushed against them even more, feeling it widen a bit under your grasp and heard him hiss while your other hand kept drawing lines. You looked up and saw that he had craned his head back, the tips of his ears and what you saw of his cheeks almost as red as his locks. The mixture of pleasure and pain you had admitted to him obviously reached the desired effect. He mumbled something you couldn't understand and you played with the idea of making him repeat it, but decided to instead let go off him without another word.

His head fell forward and he whined like a dog that just had gotten kicked. "No, why... please, continue, I was so-" You grinned and interrupted his whispered plea. "Cumming from just having your ass played with? My, what a dirty little thing I found myself on the street" You walked around him, seeing with pleasure that he was almost fully erect by now. "Actually, you found me in your shop" Another slap followed, against his thigh this time, and he bit down on his lower lip. "Sorry" You smiled dangerously and though there was no way he could see it you knew that he knew as he tensed up. "Sorry won't cut it, pretty boy" "Please forgive me, miss. I'll keep quiet for you, I'll behave, I promise" You ignored his sweet words - though you definitely loved each one of them - as you went down your knees in front of him and pushed his legs apart even more. By now he really had to stand on his toes and a quick look up showed you that he had took hold of the ropes to steady himself. Clever boy. It wouldn't help him for long though.

You didn't hesitate for long either, just letting your fingers draw on his thighs for a while, ignoring the place where he wanted you the most. But you got impatient yourself, so instead you quickly leaned closer and dug your teeth in the soft skin on the inside of his leg. Julian howled and you could feel him shake against you, both from exhaustion and pain. You probably should tell him to be quiet, but honestly, your neighbours had heard too much as it was anyway and you loved these sounds coming from him. So instead you placed another bite mark just next to the first one, earning a somewhat quieter but just as earnest reaction. You continued this on both legs, sometimes changing to some feather-light kisses or for placing a hickey very, very close to his pelvis. All the while you bowed your head in whatever way was needed to make sure to touch any of his genitals. You didn't have to, you felt a drop or two of precum fall onto your back anyway during a particularly rough bite that drew out a tiny bit of blood on a rather sensitive spot. One of your hands came up to play with his ass again and soon you felt him shake so much against you that you almost showed mercy, afraid that he would fall over and hurt himself. But he would fall into the rope, so you decided that it was fine.

"Please.... oh godess, please, my love, I am not fine. I can't, please" You bit him again. And again. Only when almost each breath of his turned either into a desperate noise or a desperate plead did you decide to show mercy. You placed a last hickey before sliding back and up, coming to stand next to him. Fuck, he looked even better like that. Fully flushing, shaking, skin hot and glistering with sweat. You almost wanted to try out and see how much farther you could get him but a look at his erection told you that it probably wasn't much. He had came before without a single touch and today you wanted to treat him a bit.

"You are doing so wonderful, pet. So close already... and you are looking so handsome for me. So exited" Your fingers slowly wrapped around his aching cock, barely heavier than the touch of a feather. His hip trusted forward and you clicked with your tongue disapprovingly, pulling your hand back. "Maybe I was wrong" You could sense that he was holding back a frustrated scream at that. But he quickly caught himself and returned to pleading and promising. You showed yourself kind, grabbing him again. This time he held perfectly still aside from his legs and hips shaking from exhaustion, standing on his tip toes for that long took everything from him. You moved your hand slowly, dreadfully slowly, still barely gracing his hot erection. You knew that if you did anything more, he would come immediately, you knew the signs of his body too well. The way he was holding his head, trying to lean against you, close to you, his mouth slightly agape. His hands twitching up in their restriction, his abdomen heaving during his desperate fight for air.

You suddenly quickened the pace and he cried out. "Damn it, I-" it turned into a whine as his orgasm built up way too quickly... and into a heartbreaking sob as you instead clenched your hand tightly around his dick, at the very base of it. So tight it had to hurt him, so tight that he could definitely not cum. Your other hand started to fondle his balls as your smiling lips pressed kisses against his chest.

"Have I ever told you how adorable you are?" "Please" "I am the luckiest person alive for finding you" "Please" "And I enjoy every moment with you, Jules. Even the once where you are a total idiot" "Bloody hell… please let me cum already, I am begging you"

You let go of his balls and instead started to jerk him off as much as the hand still holding him so tight allowed.

"I love you. For being an amazing person in my life and also for being so incredibly fuckable" "If you don't let me finish right now I am going to die" "Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we now?"

Your finger slid over his slit, slightly pushing into it. He actually started crying, a few single tears staining the blindfold, you could see the fabric soak it up.

"No" "Besides, you always look so cute when you do cum" "Please" "Alright then, it is settled"

"Ple-" he stopped himself with a loud shout as you let go off him. You jerked him off in a fast and hard pace. Not that that was needed as his orgasm washed over him the second you released your hellish tight grip. But the added stimulation sent him reeling, as he sobbed and cried throughout the orgasm from completely losing it all, his body shaking and bucking against you. He came all over your hand, himself and the fabric you had put out before him in advance. Well, mostly. You might had to buy a new carpet before Asra came home from his latest journey.

You allowed him to calm down a bit before getting the chair again and untying him. He almost fell over as he had hung in the rope already, grabbing the back part of the stool and leaning against it just in time. With the assist he slowly sank down to his knees. You climbed again and sat on the chair, which prompted him to put his head on your lap. You invited this, grabbing his hair with one hand, pulling the locks slightly and massaging the scalp, holding the other hand to his lips again. He didn't need any order, starting to lick you clean on his own, knowing that you enjoyed this view. You also decided to pull the blindfold of his eyes, so you could fully admire his expression after this interaction. After a minute or two he looked up at you, his grey and red eyes still hazy and needy. After all this? Godess, you really loved this man.

"I can still keep going. Please, let me... let me make you feel good, miss. I will be good " You contemplated this for a moment or two. He looked very exhausted and you knew that he tended to overdo it, not taking care of his body and it’s limits. But a certain hotfeeling between your legs fought against these rational thoughts and after all you could take some of the work away from him, couldn’t you? You pulled his hair back a bit stronger than before, loving the noise tumbling from his lips. "On the bed, Julian, on your back. I am afraid you'll have to prove me how willing you truly are to make me satisfied by getting me off a few times. If you manage well and if you are a good boy, I might even fuck you" This made his eyes sparkle. He loved it when you were riding his face and you both knew. He got up quickly, muttering a "yes miss" and almost ran to your room, his shaking legs forgotten. You chuckled and followed, grabbing a carafe of water first, you both would need to stay hydrated. This was just the start of a very nice, long night.

[groundzerobakugo]

not as it seems // k. bakugou

  gender in this imagine will be female. if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

also, i’m kinda getting like, film noir detective kinda vibes??? so imma write half of this as like, journal entries and the other half as actual scenes. i changed a few things around to allow myself better wiggle room, i hope you don’t mind! you may have just broken my writers block w this prompt!

((words or phrases with an asterisk* will have their definitions written at the end))

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23 february // tokyo

  it’s late and the rain’s coming down hard, but i can’t sleep. i’ve been hired by local police because there’s been talk of a strange beast that lurks at night, leaving victims with little to no blood left. civilians are passing it off as animal attacks, but i have reason to suspect this is the work of a vampire. however, i haven’t seen a vampire move like this in a long time. not since nagoya five years ago, back when i was still an apprentice.   this vampire doesn’t seem to hunt often, about once every other week, never the same day. they switch it up, too, there’s no link with any victims that i’ve uncovered yet.    victim one; twenty-something male. brown eyes. blond hair. a college graduate about to take over for his father’s law firm. described as a likable and easy-going guy engaged to the daughter of another larger firm. no known motive. found in marunouchi.   victim two; forty-two female. blue eyes. dark hair. single mother with three kids. worked at a  menial convenience store as a clerk. kids have gone into government care and don’t want to talk to visitors. found in tsukiji.   victim three; thirty-six year old male. green eyes. dark hair. ex-convict, charged with third-degree murder and vehicular manslaughter. no living relatives. found in shinjuku.   victim four; a seventy-eight year old male. dark eyes. dark hair. grandfather with three grandchildren, one from each daughter. described as gentle and a humorous soul. found in roppongi.   this case is already giving me a headache. no links aside from each body found in a separate district of tokyo, no pattern found between locations. this vampire may be the smartest i’ve encountered. my only wish is to have my predecessor to help me. i’ve sent word, but with him training another potential hunter, i’m left to solve this case on my own.

  (last name, first name).

-

07 march // tokyo

  the vampire has claimed yet another victim. a twenty-two year old female; dark eyes. blond hair. a wannabe fashion blogger in harajuku. her friends said she was finishing up some side work at her job and they called authorities after victim hadn’t posted to social media in two days.   i thought i could solve this case without the help of intense magic, but with the way things are progressing, i have to use all necessary skills to save the innocent lives being slaughtered. i hate cases with so much blood, it makes me uneasy. may the gods help me solve this quickly so my eyes don’t have to see another gruesome crime scene photo for another few months.   to think something that used to be human could do such actions against something they’d once been. does vampirism isolate the mind so far that you’re okay with cutting up and draining innocent souls? it’s revolting to think about.   i will be visiting the past scenes tomorrow, do some magic canvassing, see if i can get a picture of this vampire to track him down. looks like more sleepless nights ahead.

  (last name, first name).

-

  you moved quietly down the alley, fingertips brushing against the brick walls as a low blue glow followed your touch. the glow spread throughout the alley, and you stopped just before where the body had been found. you gagged at the dried blood that caked the pavement, but you swallowed and took a deep breath.

  “in oculis de mortuus.”*

  the scene before you changed as you made contact with the dried substance, a blue glow swirling and changing the scene into a dark alley, lit faintly only by street lights and the waning moon. your stomach flipped as you felt yourself fly through the air. the first victim was thrown down the alley from the sidewalk. you cried out, the world around you turning black. though, he wasn’t dead yet, he still had a faint pulse. you were still in his last moments.

  “please, please, it wasn’t what it looked like!” you heard his voice echo, your mouth moving in time.

  “that’s what they all say,” a gravelly voice replied. you turned, vision hazy as you saw the tall silhouette of your killer.

  “no! i promise i won’t do it again, please, don’t kill me!”

  “promises, promises. you humans love to fucking lie through your teeth, calling it promises. tried that shit once, asshole didn’t last a week. now, quit fucking begging, it won’t help.”

  you screamed, feeling as through your body had been lit aflame as the vampire’s teeth entered your neck, claws digging deep into your skin.

  your legs jellied underneath you, and you collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard as the scenery returned to normal. every inch of your body ached, screamed at you, with every movement. you could feel the slight trickle of blood slip down your lip, and you wiped it away.

  as much as you wanted to go home, you couldn’t. there were four other scenes to see, four other victims’ last moments to search through.

#

 you limped your way down the street, body aching and bruises; you were covered in fresh scars, and the bloody nose had yet to stop since the third victim. the sun had long since dipped behind the horizon, the full moon illuminating your path along with the street lights. people no longer ignored you, as the blood soaking your shirt and jeans caused many to stare in horror.

  every gentle breeze felt like ice-hot fire burning your skin, and you could feel the few burns on your arms and chest ache under your shirt. you’d never encountered such horrid and painful last moments before you began your hunt for the vampire. most were emotionally calm, having been elders who made their peace, but the few painful ones were small children victims of hit-and-runs or freak accidents.

  your neighbor shot you a worried glance, eyes widening at the sight of you.

  “(last name), are you alright?” kirishima eijirou asked.

  but upon seeing the ruby red eyes, your breath hitched in your throat, and you flinched away from his touch. “sorry, kiri-kun, just... rough day at work.”

  his face showed no hurt, and instead he gave you a soft smile. “i know how that is. rest easy, if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”

  “thank you,” you mumbled, returning the smile, though only partially.

  he stayed in the hall just long enough to make sure you could get into your apartment, and then he gave you a wave before heading back into his own place. you two shared an odd neighborly relationship, often times only seeing one another in passing. he was some sort of detective for another district’s force, you knew that much, but as you wouldn’t want him knowing your line of work, you never asked specifics of his.

  as much as your tired limbs had wanted to just clamber into bed, you pulled up a chair at your desk and flipped open your notebook.

08 march // tokyo

  i have never experienced so much pain and regret reliving a victim’s last moments as i have today. i may have overdone it; there are so many physical wounds it feels as though i lived through each one personally. being thrown into an alley, shoved through glass, dropped from a twenty story building, slammed against a wall, twice might i add, and sliced open what feels like a million and one times. i’ll need to recover for a few days before continuing to collect evidence and tracking down the killer.   however, the pain wasn’t for nothing. i finally found a recurring pattern. it’s not much to go off of, but every victim was begging for their life and saying they’ll never do it again. what ‘it’ is, i still don’t know. perhaps this is a beast come to take revenge on a group of people who did something. though, two young adults, two middle-aged people, and an elderly person? something doesn’t add up. what would such a strange group beg for their lives for? what did they promise to never do again? in a few days, i’ll interview the ones who had family members, see if they had any contact with any other of the victims.   my predecessor has finally replied. he didn’t say much, but he said this case was chosen specifically for me; maybe there’s something in this case i’m missing, but so far it seems unsolvable. i’m missing something, and while i need another, i don’t wish for another victim to give me that needed piece to my puzzle. he sent his regards, as well as the newbie. he seems sweet, but maybe too sweet to get into this line of work.   now to make a special brew of restituo and hope i can be up and about before this vampire claims a sixth victim.

  (last name, first name).

  you closed your journal and looked out the window, into the night. you had about eight days until you calculated your vampire striking once again. eight days to solve this puzzle and save a life.

#

  you walked with a slight limp, a crutch under one arm. five days later, not even your restituo serum could heal all the wounds inflicted. there was always a price with magic; and it looked as though the fates were having you ride out your twisted ankle like a mortal to punish you for peering into so many painful last moments. it was to be expected, but you hated the limited mobility.

  it was the thirteenth of march, only a few days left until you suspected the vampire would hunt down another innocent. they knew of one thing in their miserable immortal lives: to hunt down humans and drain them of blood.

  at least, that was what your predecessor had told you. that was the first line in the vampirism textbook you read back in middle school, when he’d first taken you under his wing. that was what you remembered when a vampire had claimed your parents’ lives.

  you huffed to yourself and leaned up against a brick wall, elevating your foot slightly off the ground. 

  maybe that was why your predecessor had given you every vampire case that had filtered into the agency. you’d been hunting them since before you graduated high school; taking revenge on the single vampire that had murdered your kindhearted parents for no reason, by killing everyone you came across.

  an itch crawled across your skin, and you looked up, making eye contact with hard, crimson eyes. they stared at you from across the street, cars passing in between the collision of crimson and (eye color). you stood straight and adjusted your crutch back under your arm. he stared you up and down, only the faintest of smirks stretching across his face.

  a large bus flew down the street, and when it had passed, the man was gone.

  your brow furrowed, and you blinked. there was something familiar about that smirk, those crimson eyes. you pulled out your small notebook and jotted down the description of the man.

  tall. medium build. red eyes. light hair. wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. handsome.

  you looked back across the street, the itch still there and the healed burns aflame once more. a haunting through crossed your mind, and you thought back to the vampire you’d seen in each final moment.

  that man had to be your vampire.

  #

16 march // tokyo

  if all of my calculations are correct, that bloodsucker's on the hunt once more. there are several districts i've yet to comb through, but i believe i've tracked its next spot in kanda. i've placed several charms throughout the district to alert me when its on the prowl, but i've got a bad feeling about tonight.   i'm going to head down to the station, see if there's been any sightings of the vampire recently, see if i can narrow his location down in the district. if not, i may have to use more magic to track down the son of a bitch, however it may prove daunting. since using the spell to see the final moments of the vampire's victims, i've yet to be able to reach my full capability again. after this is all over, i'll have to recharge myself, take a vacation some place.   it's almost dark and i have to get ready. may the fates help me tonight.

  (last name, first name).

-

  you strolled around the bustling city streets with your hands in your pockets. there was still a slight limp, but you no longer needed the help of crutches to get around. even without magical help, you still healed faster than the average human mortal--perks of being a witch. though, it still hurt to walk on.

  the temperature had dropped considerably since the sun had hidden itself away until the next day; the city lights turning on and illuminating the streets and neon signs coloring the buildings you passed with reds and blues and greens.

  if this had been a different night, one where you weren't hunting down a murderous vampire, you might have found yourself enjoying the quiet walk. you'd have brought the small camera gifted to you and taken a few scenery shots. perhaps you'd find a small ramen shop and people-watched from the window, striking up conversation with the owners. but it wasn't that kind of night. you'd have to return another day to do that.

  an itch you felt a few days before crawled across your skin once more, and you looked up. it was hard to tell in the dark, but you scanned the crowd for any sign of your suspect; tall, blond, most likely in a hoodie and jeans. but you kept walking, the itch never leaving you as you continued in the same direction.

  you moved passed business men and the odd twenty-something year old couples, none shifting their gaze your way, and to those who did, you offered a small smile and continued on with your hunt. you walked by a small ramen shop, one that smelled of fresh pork broth and sizzling chashu. nothing special about it, but there was an itch; one that made your skin feel as though you'd lit yourself aflame.

  you stopped and peered into the shop. nothing out of the ordinary stood out to you, you couldn't even see anyone who somewhat resembled your vampire. you stepped into the shop, maybe there was someone you missed.

  "irasshaimase!" someone called from the kitchen.

  you flashed them a polite smile and scanned the restaurant once again. however, while you hadn't seen the blond you were tracking, you recognized a familiar redhead sat at the bar.

  "kiri-kun?" you called out.

  the redhead looked up and looked at you. "(name)? i didn't know you came here."

  "uh, first time," you said, taking another look around. "actually kind of, well, working right now."

  "oh, nice! you on break?" he asked.

  "not really," you replied, still checking out the patrons of the shop. "uh, have you by chance seen a blond guy, decently tall, red eyes?"

  kirishima hesitated. "uh, n-no? why?"

  you turned to him. "veritatum dicere," your hand made contact with his shoulder, and you watched the blue glow travel across his skin. "i'll ask again, have you seen him?"

  "bakugou, he-he's grabbing his meal, just out back." you let go of his shoulder and watched as kirishima's face fell. "(n-name), it's not what you think."

  you gave him a sympathetic smile. "sorry, kiri-kun, but it's my job. subsisto." and with that, you hurried out the front door and slipped into the alleyway that led to the back of the ramen shop. but just as you hit the back alley, a body crashed into yours.

  a girl, no older than fifteen, stared up at you with frightened eyes. there were fresh bruises lining her uncovered shoulders, shirt torn to smithereens and one shoe missing from her feet. your blood ran cold.

  "are you alright?" you asked, gripping her by the shoulders to steady her. "who did this to you?"

  tears formed at her waterline, and she looked over her shoulder. you followed her gaze into the darkness and nodded.

  "go home, get some rest, file a police report in the morning," you said, looking into her eyes. "you'll be okay."

  she didn't reply; she only nodded and then left the alleyway, stumbling over her feet as she rushed away from the scene. that vampire would pay for his crimes.

  you looked back to the darkness, your jaw set. "fata protegas me." the glow encompassed your body and you stepped further into the alley.

  "let go of me!" a man shouted. "it wasn't what it looked like!"

  you stopped. that... that didn't sound like your vampire.

  "right," a familiar voice scoffed. "i just so fucking happened to come across what looked like a fifty year old pervert fucking raping a fifteen year old girl. now, you can either beg for your life and prolong this shit, or you can keep your shit quiet and die quickly."

  what?

  "wa-wait! don't kill me! i'll do anything!"

  you crept alongside the wall, peaking from the cover of a dumpster.

  there he was; your blond vampire in his hooded jacket. he was holding a rather large man against the wall, while said man struggled against his hold. your eyes widened. wait, what...? did... did the vampire save the human girl?

  the blond sneered at the man. "it's your kind of people that makes me glad i'm no longer fucking human. you're the scum of this shitty earth."

  no, vampires had no humanity. the moment a human's mind changed from mortal to immortal, they lost their moral compass to the fever. it was impossible for a bloodsucker to think like a human. your teachings, your experiences, your cases; you'd never encountered a killer who was able to decipher who was good and who was bad. it was all a gray area, a free for all.

  "no! no, please!" the man pleaded. "i-i'll change!"

  the blond tsked. "no. you won't. maybe you'll be better in another damn life, but this one's over."

  you cringed upon hearing the man's cries and the sound of teeth shredding skin, a faint metallic scent permeating the air. he... that vampire... saved that girl? it couldn't be.

  you stood shakily from behind the dumpster, eyes hesitantly turning to face the vampire. his teeth were embedded into the man's neck, claws deep into his chest as he drank greedily. you stepped out of the shadows, head feeling foggy as you saw the blood.

  the blond noticed you from the corner of his vision and momentarily stopped.

  “i don’t understand,” you muttered. “you had an easy target, hell, two easy targets. and you went for this one?”

  he rolled his eyes. “i don’t kill innocents.”

  “you don’t... what? but-but you’re a bloodsucker,” you argued. “vampires... vampires don’t have the rationality for that.”

  he stepped away from his victim, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe off some of the blood from his chin. “would you rather me a fucking mindless killer? would that make this shit better or something?”

  your eyes widened. “no! no, i... i’m just so confused. you-you’re supposed to be the monster, vampires are always the monsters.”

  his boots echoed as he walked up to you, the crimson seeming even more vibrant than you remembered. “not this time, dumbass. like i said, i don’t kill innocents.”

  you took a step back, nose wrinkling at the stench of human blood coming from his mouth. “but the others? what did they do?”

  “they were damn criminals. extortion, robbery, homicide,” the blond said. “now, if you don’t fucking mind, i was kind of in the middle of something.”

  you looked at his victim, mind spinning slightly as you remembered the final moments you witnessed, the pain you felt time and time again as you suffered firsthand at the hands of the vampire. every bone in your body felt as though it was breaking once more.

  (eye color) met with crimson, glassed over with pain. “i thought you were the worst kind of monster. how you could just end an innocent human life with so much suffering on their part. i was ready to obliterate you the moment i saw you. i thought you were a villain.”

  he scoffed. “well, i fucking ain’t. sorry to burst your damn bubble.”

  “i--”

  “bakugou!” someone shouted. “bakugou! dude, are you okay?!”

  you turned on your heel, surprised to see kirishima running up to you two.

  “i’m fine, shitty hair,” the blond, bakugou, grumbled.

  the redhead slowed in his step as he neared. “i... i thought she was going to kill you, bro.”

  you nodded. “i was, but then i realized he wasn’t who i thought.”

  bakugou scoffed. “you couldn’t kill me even if you tried. you’re a mortal.”

  “i’m a witch, actually,” you replied. “near mortal, but still strong enough to kill you and others like you.”

  kirishima’s eyes widened. “that’s why i told you where he was? why i couldn’t move after you left?”

  “you fucking what?!” bakugou growled at the redhead.

  you placed a hand on bakugou’s shoulder. “caput frigus.” the muscles under your hand relaxed into the blue glow, and bakugou’s glare lessened some. “it wasn’t his fault.”

  the blond grumbled a bit. “fine, whatever. now, if you’ll fucking excuse me, i’ve got something to finish up.” he cast another red-eyed glare your way before stomping to the bloody victim.

  “he’s not as rough if you get to know him,” kirishima said. “he can be kinda nice, when he wants to be.”

  you spared a glance at the vampire, sucking out the last few drops of blood from the victim. “i’m sure. i, uh, i should actually get going. i need to wrap up my case.”

  “are you sure? we could give you a ride?”

  “that won’t be necessary,” you replied. “but thank you.”

-

17 march // tokyo

  it turns out nothing was as it seemed. the vampire, who i thought was the villain the whole time, the monster, he was actually the savior. all those people he killed were actually criminals. still not too sure what the did, but for some reason i believed him, like i had no reason to distrust his judgement. after all, i saw him save a fifteen year old girl today from being raped.   i don’t have much time left in tokyo. all might wants me back home in a few days, which hardly leaves me anytime to explore the city as i wish. but at least i was able to wrap up the case without any innocent lives lost. i’m just thankful i was wrong for once, that a vampire had some decency left in him to target a certain group of people. though, it doesn’t excuse he was still killing human beings, i feel there should be some exception to my code.   that being said, i still need to stay sharp out there. knowing so many human beings could be so monstrous to their own kind, it makes me want to change my profession from supernatural work to entering the human justice system. perhaps be like the vampire anti-hero. bakugou. i wonder if i’ll ever see him again while i’m out hunting.   maybe someday. after all, he was kinda cute, if i do say so myself. however, until then, i still have a job to do.

  (last name, first name).

  you looked out the window, the sun just beginning to set once again. after hunting vampires for so many years, your sleeping habits adjusted to their own nightlife hours. you hadn’t seen a rising sun in quite some time.

  you stood from your desk and stretched for a moment, hearing your bones crack and pop from the movement. you padded your way into the kitchen and pulled out a noodle cup from the cupboard. it wasn’t much, but you very seldom had the time to create an actual dish.

  with the kettle on, you turned towards the living room, oblivious to the crimson eyes watching you from your patio.

  bakugou watched as you moved about your tiny apartment; his eyes were calculating, trained on every little movement you made within the space. it wasn’t long until he noticed the small limp to your left leg, or how if you stretched your arm too far your face scrunched up ever so slightly. and he didn’t miss the faint marks on your neck--the same spot he bit into with every victim, the right side, just below the jawline where it gave him perfect access to the jugular vein.

  he’d heard of witches and wizards with powerful magic, ones who took on the jobs as supernatural hunters in the modern age; hearts set on keeping humanity safe within its modern times. witches were the clean up crew of the supernatural realm. set to keep humanity blind to all they could never understand.

  he’d heard of such powerful magic that witches and wizards could relive the past moments of the dead, though not without sacrifice. he’d witnessed them give their lives just to see the past, unable to come back to their physical selves if the situation was too agonizing. and upon seeing your wounds, bakugou realized you were one of those witches.

  hesitant, but only for just a moment, he knocked on the glass door, hiding in the shadows.

  your brow furrowed upon hearing the knock. was there someone on your patio? had all might sent for someone to grab you already? was deku there to take you back home?

  you peeled back the curtain, jumping when you noticed crimson eyes staring back at you, and you slid open the door.

  “what the hell are you doing on my patio, bloodsucker?!” you hissed, mostly from the fear of finding the blond rather than someone from your home.

  his eyes narrowed. “oi, i’m the only one giving out fucking nicknames, shitty witch.”

  you glared. “i’ll ask again, what are you even doing here?”

  “that’s none of your damn business,” he replied.

  “so you just thought it would be fun to scare the shit out of me?” you asked. “how kind of you, bakugou.”

  he scoffed but was interrupted by the screaming kettle before he could reply.

  you hurried back inside and poured the boiling water into the cup, carefully setting the hot kettle back onto the stove. when you turned around, bakugou was glaring at the noodles from the entryway of your patio.

  “what? did you want one or something?” you asked, eyeing him eyeing your cup.

  he glared. “as fucking if. that shit’s disgusting.”

  “it’s all i’ve got,” you shrugged. “i can’t cook, and i don’t have money to go out and buy dinner every night.”

  “you can track down shitty vampires day in and day out and learn and memorize advanced spells and shit, but you can’t fucking cook?” the blond asked, skeptical. “fuck it. i’m gonna have to teach you then.”

  you laughed. “not too sure how you’re gonna do that in two days.”

  he looked at you. “you’re leaving tokyo?”

  “well yeah, case solved. i get to go home and begin another one,” you replied. “i travel all over japan to solve supernatural crimes, it’s my job, and while tokyo has some pretty bad ones, my predecessor is who choses them for us.”

  “oh.”

  you looked over at the blond. “i’ll probably be back someday though, maybe even this year. you could teach me then?”

  “as long as you don’t come back to kill me.”

  you laughed aloud. “then it’s official then. i come back, you teach me how to cook. deal?”

  “fucking deal,” the vampire replied.

[veiljumpernyssa]

Breathe

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Julian Devorak/gn!Apprentice

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Genderneutral apprentice. If you use the InteractiveFics extension it will replace ‘Y/N’ with your apprentice’s name.

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The world is a haze of smoke and ash.

I taste it on my tongue; suck it into my lungs with each breath. And each breath is poison, drawn into my lungs and out as a racking cough that takes an entire body’s worth of effort.

I am given water and nothing else by the doctor. No comfort, no platitudes. The physicians don’t have the time to waste on one already so far gone.

I don’t mind so much. I know it will end soon, and there will be only the crematorium for me. I will become smoke and ash, swept away by the wind.

The water is gone. Seconds later my lips are dry again; so dry I can barely drag my tongue across them. Another cough rattles from my chest. I slump over my cot, too weak to right myself again.

Terror grips me as my windpipe constricts. I cough again, eyes wide and stinging. A doctor drops to one knee to help; the glassy red eyes of their mask reflects an image of the wasted husk of my body.

I’m too weak to cry. I don’t want to think of Asra, far away from here. He won’t know when I--when I’m gone. The thought hurts more than anything. Nor do I want to think of the clinic; of Julian, or the people relying on me to help.

I don’t want to die. I don’t--

I sit up, inhaling a great gasp of air. I cough, inhale, expel air again. I curl into myself, the howling panic flooding my system.

“Y/N?”

A hand on my back, cool against my clinging shirt. The shuddering, racking sobs force their way out of my chest.

“Y/N. Y/N, it’s okay.” Julian’s voice sounds muffled, though I feel him pressed against me. One arm curls around my shoulders, holding me securely. I cling to him like a lifeline. “Breathe.”

I am breathing, I want to say. I’m breathing too much. I’m seized by the strength of my memories, struggling against the memory of my weak, ravaged body. I can hardly speak for crying. Wild, painful, forceful sobs.

Julian’s face swims in my vision, his eyes a blur of crimson and white and silver. He cups my face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the tears that stream down my face.

“Darling, breathe slowly. Slowly.”

Slowly. I deepen my breaths, opening my lungs. My grip on his arm slackens. Weak; exhausted. My head drops onto his chest.

“That’s it,” Julian murmurs. He gathers me into his lap, so my head rests against his shoulder, and kisses my temple. “Easy now. I’m here.”

Minute by minute, my breathing begins to slow. My chest still aches, but my heart isn’t pounding as fast. Julian holds me, fingers running through my hair. I turn my head into his shoulder; his skin is cool on my flushed cheeks.

It’s a while before I can speak again, but finally I lift my face with a sigh.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Nonsense,” Julian says instantly, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t sleep well, you know me. Besides, it sounds like you were having a nightmare. I know a thing or two about those, if you...if you want to talk about it.”

Do I want to talk about it? I’m not sure if I could stomach the thought of reliving the terror and pain again. But maybe if I do...it could help.

“I was at the Lazaret,” I begin, and I feel Julian tense. “I was in a room. Many other sick people. Dying people.” I feel the the hysteria of my death struggles rising again, and Julian sits back so he can look at me. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Waiting for me to continue.

“I felt myself dying. I couldn’t breathe. I was so weak. All I could think about was...was Asra, and how he wouldn’t know--he wouldn’t know what happened.” I take a deep, shuddering breath. “And I was thinking about you.”

Julian’s eyes widen. “Me? What...what about me?”

“Working with you at the clinic. All the people we helped. All the people we couldn’t save.” I close my eyes, blinking away more tears. “All the people relying on me after I got sick, and I couldn’t help them anymore. I was so sick, I couldn’t even write to you. Tell you what happened.”

“Ohhh, Y/N,” Julian says, and he cups my cheeks again. “Please don’t cry. It’s not your fault.”

His voice is barely above a whisper, as if he speaks louder it will frighten me. He sounds so heartbroken, but...the Julian of a few days ago would have already been disappearing into a spiral of guilt. All I can see on his face now is sympathy and affection.

I close the distance between us, kissing his lips, his nose, his cheeks and chin. His skin warms under my lips. His fingers tighten on my back, and he makes a small pleased sound. The thought comes crashing over me like a tidal wave: I love him. I love him. The emotion wells up in my chest, melting away the anxiety and stress of the last few days.

“Feeling better?” Julian asks, when I pull away.

“Mmm.”

I love him. The words roll around in my mouth, but something makes me hesitate. A little fear, maybe, and the idea of that is so ridiculous I almost laugh. I can travel across half a dozen Arcana realms, lose my physical body and refuse a deal from the Devil himself, yet telling Julian I love him is too frightening. Or maybe I’m selfish, and don’t want to lose the comfort and happiness of this moment.

Julian lies down beside me, pulling me closer, until my head rests in the crook of his shoulder.

If I survive...no, when I survive, I’ll tell him everything.

[tcohs-messenger]

NAKSOXKALSK PLEASE may i request a baby fever with Muriel or Muriel with a preg s/o PLEASE I AM THURSTING FOR fluff ily tnq gudbye ily

A mix of a headcanon between a short fic~ thank god for that muriel route ;-;

with a GENDERNEUTRAL!apprentice

It would be years of coercing and gentle provoking to get Muriel to even consider casual outings in the town. It’s always either with his partner, Asra, or both of them at the same time, always with a hand on his back or holding his own for support. 

He’s always been awkward around kids, but he’s never been cruel or mean. On days where he feels gratuitous strength to face more people than usual, he’ll bring more goods (food and probably several pelts) to town to give to the homeless children he meets. It’ll probably be on a day where it’s just he and his partner though, as Asra tends to try and overstay, sometimes to the point where Muriel gets uncomfortable. 

It’s on these days, when there’s a bit more lingering, that Muriel may often find himself wishing that he could turn back the clock- live a life that others might find normal. With a family. He might, on one occasion, promise silently to himself that when he has kids he will no doubt provide them with a life that he wished he would have had. 

It would never really come up to discussion just because the idea is awkward between him and his lover. In fact, it would have to be forced into consideration when his lover finally finds out that they’re pregnant. It’s a shock, like getting hit in the face with a cold blizzard’s breeze, and Muriel honestly doesn’t know what to think. He wouldn’t push them out of their comfort zone and, maybe after some time, would tell his partner that he was okay with being a father. 

Okay? Well that’s okay. 

He would slowly become protective of them, more so than usual, and Inanna’s immediate stance between them and Muriel every so often would catch him off guard. It’s a unique sort of awkwardness that would worry his partner all up until one fateful day. 

They had been three months pregnant, showing but strangers didn’t often notice, and as they were settling into bed whilst Muriel stoked the fire- they suddenly shot up. “Muriel- get over here!” Their voice was hushed but urgent, hand urging him over when he gave pause. 

Muriel lumbered in close, expression screwed in curiosity. They reached out to him, grabbing his palm and tugging him in, guiding it to press up to their stomach. He felt then the smallest of shifts, a little press just against their stomach. His eyes widened slightly, then even wider as the small movements continued. 

His stance was so peculiar that even Inanna perked up, tilting her head and whining in concern. 

Muriel took a shuddering breath and crawled into bed with them, hand still poised at his partners stomach and feeling every kick and shift that his baby… his baby. This was his baby. And he knelt down, kissing their stomach before nuzzling his cheek against their navel. Their hand moved up to stroke through his hair, holding him with equal closeness. 

It was then that his ‘okay’ turned into genuine excitement. 

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[cedarmoons]

💓 Nadia & GenderNeutral! Apprentice 😍

💓: a heated kiss@wardsarefunctioning​ + anon asked for: 5. It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you

The three of you find him in the palace ballroom, standing at the top of the stairs. Nadia stops, unsheathing her sword; beside her, Asra brings his hands together, light swelling between his palms.

The Devil, hand resting on his chin, grins. A pulse of magic shoots out in a ring from him, so bright it hurts your eyes. Nadia gasps as her blade shatters; Asra cries out as his magic is snuffed. Nadia takes a step back, knocked off-balance by the blast, but you’re quick to step up behind her, your hand on her back to steady her.

“You have been difficult,” the Devil says, grinning, red eyes pinned on you. “And in the end, it was all for nothing.”

You step forward, placing yourself in front of Nadia. Too late, you see the pile of black chains in a heap at the Devil’s feet. The chains rattle as three lengths of iron shoot out—towards you, and Asra, and Nadia. Your instinct is immediate: you summon your magic, clapping your hands together, and the shield of magic that rises up before you makes the chains bounce back and dissolve into dust.

The Devil laughs, more amused that frustrated, and disappears, leaving a ring of chains behind on the stairs. A gust of wind blows through the room, extinguishing the candles, leaving the three of you alone in darkness.But you know where he has gone. 

When you turn to Asra, he swallows. The guilt in his gaze tells you all you need: he knows, too.

“What is it?” Nadia asks. “Where did he go?”

“His realm,” Asra says, turning to you. “We... we can’t follow you. You’ll have to go alone, and use the Fool’s magic.”

You turn back to Nadia, your heart racing. The Devil’s realm is one you nor Asra have been to before. It will be his home territory, and unspeakably dangerous. And if you never see Nadia again...

You have to tell her.

“I love you,” you say, choked. Nadia swallows, eyes glassy, expression crumpling for a moment before she steps forward and cups your face. The kiss is heated, passionate, all harsh breaths and her mouth moving over yours, silently begging, come back to me, come back to me. You stifle your groan in the back of your throat, eyes closed, almost tempted to sink into the kiss before you realize where you are. Before you realize that this is not the time, or the place.

So much of your time together has not been the right time, or the right place. But when this is over—when this is over, the two of you will finally, finally have time. You swallow, fisting handfuls of Nadia’s scarlet jacket, and she kisses you again, so desperately you can almost taste it on her tongue.

When the kiss ends, her exhale shakes, and she cups your face between her hands. You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the burn of tears. “I lost you once. I will not lose you again,” she tells you, a fierce promise.

“I’ll come back,” you promise, opening your eyes, taking her in. You want her face to be the last thing you think of, the last thing you see, before the end. “I love you so much, Nadia.”

“And I you,” she replies, thickly.

“There’s no time,” Asra says, gently. “I’m sorry. I have to send you through now if you want to catch up to him.”

You nod, reluctantly pulling away from Nadia. She clenches her jaw, squaring her shoulders, and you pretend not to see how glassy her eyes are. You turn to Asra, and he smiles weakly at you. The two of you walk together, no longer Master and Apprentice, but magicians of equal power, and you step into the circle of chains.

“Deep breaths.” Asra takes a deep breath, and you mirror him. He raises his hands, and you look at Nadia, who stares unblinking at you. (She is so strong—you love her so much.) “Good luck. We’ll be waiting for you.”

You nod, keeping your eyes on Nadia until the world falls away, and the Devil’s realm replaces it.