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fushigowo · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

╰┈➤ devil!sukuna x angel!reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: it’s forbidden for angels to give in to lust and temptation. yet you were willing to break those rules to profess your love for a devil. what your dearest love can also be your dearest sin.

╰┈➤ warnings: religious themes, suggestive themes, profanity, objectification, voyeurism, corruption kink, manipulation, degrading language, mean to soft sukuna, lovesick sukuna, fluff (??), passionate sukuna, no smut yet but it will come in the next part, it only involves the plot for now :>

╰┈➤ a/n: thank youu all so muchh for the reblogs, comments, and likes/notes i’ve been getting from the previous fics i’ve posted!! it really gives me motivation knowing that ppl here like what i write :'> i’ll try to write and post as much as i can!! y’all are the best <3 also, i’m thinking of making a taglist so if anyone wanna join, just ask me or send me a message!! :> i can’t believe this took me two weeks to finish (⊙_◎)

╰┈➤ PART I ➸ PART II

Ryōmen Sukuna loathes your existence.

The odd thing about this is that angels are not supposed to feel hatred, especially for fellow angels. Yet here he is, trying to control his emotions despite it being stronger than him to fight. Ryōmen Sukuna tells himself that you are the problem for creating such hatred in him. Well, not just hatred. He knows it’s not just hatred but lust, temptation, and the feeling of corruption creeping through his immortal being.

And it’s all your fault.

His downfall is your fault and he’d make you pay for it. Even it takes him to become one with hell, he’ll make you pay for it.

Heaven might be a paradise yet the forest is your safe haven. The rustling of the leaves and branches made by the chilly breeze of the spring forest along with the gaps of sunlight from the trees and bubbling streams has become your favorite music that nature could ever create. With your care and frequent visit, life in this forest has been filled with nothing but peace.

However, peace doesn’t even begin to explain how much you consider this forest as a paradise more than Heaven because of him.

The man with light pink hair and a bright smile that could light up the entire woods, even Hell itself could be lit up by the charming smile of your mortal friend. Though your kind is not supposed to associate themselves with mortal beings, you couldn’t help but befriend this special one.

Every time you went to the forest, he’d be there to greet you with a warm smile that could make the flowers bloom in the middle of winter, as if it’s springtime once again. You never had a friend like him back in Heaven and it’s making you think about how mortals should be considered as angels because of how gentle and good they are. Well, you didn’t think of it much when your friend, Yuuji, told you about other mortals being… evil and he didn’t even bother sugarcoating it.

Yuuji told you the evilness of mortals to be rather descriptive than necessary. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and that was the first time you saw him become so serious when talking about something.

There is no evil without the existence of humanity, he says in the most grim way possible that sent shivers down your spine and angel wings. Then, his face went from serious to being cheery once again.

Sometimes you wonder what kind of bad side Yuuji has. Despite being a pure and holy being from Heaven, you know that humans aren’t pure in their own ways. They are good but also not, they are bad but also not. They are beings who balance both good and bad, light and darkness, and you think it’s a rather good thing for them to balance two aspects of life. However, when it comes to dying, there are no places for both evil and good. There are only Heaven and Hell. If one can repent from their sins or pass judgment from God, they can enter the gates of Heaven where paradise finally awaits. You don’t have much knowledge when it comes to Hell and you don’t want to know about it. You are a child of God; one who does not associate with the idea of Hell or the devil.

Despite Yuuji’s warm personality, he had made you realize things about mortals. He told you that some mortals do things for their own interests, which often results to selfishness; he told you that most mortals are corrupt in some ways; and he even told you that there are mortals that don’t even believe there is a God. At first you think Yuuji was saying a bunch of absurdity yet he is not the type of person who jokes about this stuff. He doesn’t find it amusing every time he talks about the impurity of mortals. It is only God who watches everything from above. Angels only guide souls to their journey to the afterlife and to Heaven. God is the only one who can judge and yet you’re starting to think that no human could ever be so pure to enter the gates of Heaven.

“Y/N! Look!” Yuuji calls out.

“What is it?” you ask as you hide behind the bushes with him.

“It’s a stag,” he replies like his eyes are sparkling. “It’s so pretty!”

You flash the man a smile to agree with his statement.

The two of you adores the scenery of the forest being enchanting as ever. With the sunlight radiating the woods through the gaps of leaves from the trees and the sounds of streams echoing around the tranquil landscape, it made you think about how romantic the scene is around you and Yuuji. Whenever Yuuji smiles, you can’t help but compare his beauty to the first bloom of snowdrops in spring; how a single change can make a scenery so majestic.

You chuckle at yourself, thinking that you don’t make sense every time you think about Yuuji.

Perhaps humans don’t make sense when they are in love. The only problem is… I’m no human.

You couldn’t recall how long you and Yuuji had been spending time together. Time flies by so fast that you had lost count. It’s out of your mind right now since whenever you try to remember the first time you and Yuuji had met in the forest, your thoughts would always be filled with Yuuji and it’s him alone that you could think of.

However, your feelings for Yuuji is unacceptable. The both of you are from different worlds; for you are a spirit from Heaven and he is a mortal from Earth. As much as you want to confess your deep emotions for him, you can’t bring yourself to do such absurdity. You don’t even know if Yuuji would reciprocate your feelings. If he did reject you, he would do it in the nicest way possible. But you can’t shrug off the feeling of pain stinging inside your chest at only the thought of Yuuji rejecting your feelings for him. The only thing you could do right now is to repress your emotions until you are ready to confess your feelings for him.

Yuuji is the warmest person you’ve ever met, that he could be compared to the first glimpse of sunlight at a new day. Of course, if he rejected you, it would break your heart into bits until your soul is full of darkness and the world from your point of view would become so bleak.

Itadori Yuuji would be your biggest heartbreak.

Ryōmen Sukuna thinks you’re so easy.

Itadori Yuuji is a persona or a façade made solely for you in order to have you in Sukuna’s grasp. It sickens him how he has to act all warm and lively towards someone like you and yet he thinks it’s not for naught. Sukuna can notice your infatuated state towards him and he thinks of how amusing you are when you’re trying your best to make Yuuji think that you’re pretty. Despite Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna being two different personas, they both share the same minds. They both think of how easy you can be corrupted; how easy you are as a target for demons; and how guillable and naïve you are.

How pathetic can she be to be easily swayed by words full of lies.

The devil is the embodiment of every evil thing and the nemesis of good and virtue. Of course, he knows to himself that he is not keeping you company because he likes you. Sukuna finds the idea of falling in love with your kind disgusting and depraved. One of the reasons why he wanted to fall is to corrupt angels as well as mortals because he seeks the thrill and fun of ruining someone so he can devour their soul and pull them to the depths of Hell where a painful eternity awaits.

Now that Sukuna finally made you fall for him, it can be easy for him to manipulate you by acting as if he wants to have a relationship with you; a forbidden affair that Heaven and God forbids. If you are willing to break those rules just by being with your mortal love, then you can easily be tempted to commit a sin so that he can corrupt you and finally devour your impure soul, just as he always wanted.

If he wanted to corrupt your soul, he first must tempt you to give in; break your heart and leave you; and if you’re foolish enough to beg for him to come back to you, then you’ll fully be in his grasp.

Now, Sukuna finds himself in the forest with your company. But he’s not Sukuna—he’s playing as Itadori Yuuji, a man so warm and so pleasant that even if he breaks your heart, you can’t bring yourself to hate him.

“Why do you like flowers so much?” he asks.

“Because each one of them has their own meanings. The language of flowers are something I find interesting,” you reply and hands him a daffodil. “Daffodils means honesty and truth; Tulip means irresistible love. If I had the chance to live another life, I would tend to many flowers as much as I can.”

“Here,” you say as you hand him a gardenia flower.

“What does this mean?” Yuuji asks.

Sukuna is also wondering what the flower you gave him means.

“It’s a secret,” you smile, which made Sukuna raise an eyebrow at the sudden nervousness he felt as he witness your sweet smile.

The devil curses to himself, wondering what the flower and the sudden nervousness mean. However, he shrugs the thought of your damn flowers and their damn meanings and the nervousness and rapid race of his heartbeat. He doesn’t have to think about unnecessary things such as this. He doesn’t have to stress himself out because of you. He wants your soul and he’s so close to getting it. He just needs you to give in to him and to temptation.

As soon as you’re about to stand up, Yuuji catches your arm and your gaze turn to him. The man didn’t utter a word yet the longing gaze in his eyes already tell a thousand words and you wanted him to say all of it.

“Yuuji,” you whisper.

“Y/N,” he whispers back.

“Your eyes are pretty.”

“Will you kiss it for me?”

Yuuji pulls you closer towards him, foreheads almost touching as he cages you in his warm embrace. The both of you are staring deeply into each other’s eyes as if you and him are the only ones existing in this world, nothing else matters but this moment between the two of you. You stand on your toes to reach Yuuji’s eyes, pressing your soft and tender lips on one of his closed eyes and fluttering it open to meet yours. Yuuji gives you smile before leaning down to kiss your forehead and cage you in his arms.

This moment; this one single moment when you feel like Heaven is nothing compared to feeling Yuuji’s kiss will soon be ruined as Sukuna grins to himself in a vile manner.

Yuuji drags his fingers under your chin, allowing you to look up at him before he gently presses his lips on yours. His kiss is so passionate as if he’s touching a delicate flower, pressing his fingers so softly and afraid of ruining its lovely petals. That’s how Yuuji cups your cheeks as he deepens the kiss between the two of you. Your hands travel up to hug him around his neck.

“Y/N,” he whispers in between your lips. “Meet me under his tree later evening. Will you be here?”

“I will, my love,” you smile.

Later that night, you travel back to the forest during the bright, full moon. You let yourself bask under the moonlight without any care for the world around you; for the only one you have in your mind right now is the presence of your mortal love, Yuuji.

As your feet take you deeper and deeper in the forest to your usual spot, your ears twitch when you hear sounds coming from the willow tree. It was not a common sound that can be heard in forests. Despite the crickets and howls hooting in the distance along with the gushing of the wind and bubbling streams, you can clearly hear the peculiar sounds coming from the willow tree.

There, your eyes widen when you meet an unsettling gaze of lust and debauchery that was rather new and unfamiliar to your angelic being. The rawness of the imagery has your body stunned and your throat dry. The odd feeling in your body has sent fire that courses through your immortal blood, building a tingly sensation down your crotch that had you rubbing your legs together as you lock your gaze on the sinful view in front of your own pure eyes.

What’s even compelling is that it is your mortal love, Yuuji, who’s kissing an unknown maiden, which made your soul and heart ache inside your chest. Only, the more you stare at the impure sight in front of you, the more you notice something out of the ordinary.

He has a mortal woman in his embrace, kissing her sinful lips so passionately as his hands wander around every curves of her body, including the same part where you felt something tingly. That was not even the sight that had you feel so odd. It was the sight of him caging the woman in his arms so tight as he pounds himself into her, which explains the noises that had you curious.

It’s not Yuuji. The way his hands travel around the curves of the woman’s body; the way he kisses her; the way he makes a grin; it’s not him.

“Sukuna…” The woman mumbles.

Sukuna…

You heard that name before and yet your mind can’t seem to pull itself together now that you’re feeling such an unfamiliar thing coursing through your veins. You try your best to remember where you heard that name before but now you’re sure that it’s not Yuuji. You didn’t know whether it would be a relief for you.

You know it’s not Yuuji yet why does the scene makes you feel like your body is heating up?

Your lips part as you gulp. Your heavy breaths has you questioning your own body as you can’t seem to turn your gaze away from the lustful sight. Your vision is locked on Sukuna as he kisses the woman in the most passionate yet lustful way you’ve ever seen. His eyes are closed yet you can clearly point out how he memorized the body of the woman in his embrace.

Through the luminescence of the moonlight basking the sight from above, you descry Sukuna’s eyes open as you keep your gaze on him, attempting to ignore the woman in his arms. Sukuna’s eyes are open and yet his lips are still sealed on hers. With your attention being so caught up by the sinful sight in front of you, you are not in the right mind to hide and take your glance away. It was a shameful feeling for you as soon as Sukuna’s gaze met yours, his lips still kissing the woman and you swore, you swore you had seen his lips create a taunting smile as he kept his eyes on yours despite making out with another woman.

As soon as you realize what you had done, you immediately take off your gaze from the man and hide behind the tree, scolding and trying to repent from the sin that you’ve committed and yet your body knows what you’re truly feeling. The trembling of your lips and the needy feeling from below is out of your control.

Why is this man making you feel like this? He’s not Yuuji, yet their appearance are so similar to each other. But the way he touches her, it’s really not Yuuji.

Still, you have to repent from watching the lustful sight before you.

Repent. Repent. Forgive me, God, for I have sinned. I come to you in humility and sorrow, aware of my wrongdoing, and prepared to turn from it. Lord, I have sinned against you—

“Give yourself to me,” Sukuna mumbles but was enough to create an echo through your ears. “Tell me you’re mine… body, mind, and soul.”

Your prayers were suddenly halted by Sukuna’s demonic voice calling out to you.

It was a battle between virtue and vice in your own immortal being, unaware that the wickedness is overwhelming the righteousness. The quivering of your legs and the unfamiliar feeling between them has your hands traveling down your crotch and shutting your thighs tight in hopes of stopping the presence of lust in your pure and holy body. Your trembling breath and the rapid movement of your chest heaving up and down has you whimpering because of how sinful your body is reacting.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Sukuna mumbles. “Your body, your mind, your soul, you’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, Sukuna. Body, mind, and soul…”

You and the maiden in his embrace had both exclaimed in unison. Well, the maiden did exclaimed but not you. You whisper those words so quietly under your breath that you were unaware of what you had mumbled. It was the maiden’s voice that echoed throughout the area of the forest and yet it was your voice that echoed in Sukuna’s ears. It was as loud as the beating of his heart.

Sukuna smiles at the maiden in his arms that he just corrupted. Now, he’s going to devour her soul and make her suffer in Hell, where all sinners are punished for their sins.

“A painful eternity awaits for you, you filthy sinner,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen once you realize what you had done. Not only that you gave yourself into lust and temptation, but you also feel as if you’re being unfaithful to Yuuji after how your body reacted to another man—Sukuna.

You don’t even know this man and yet the way your body reacted to him was full of lust.

Even if you try recalling where you heard Sukuna’s name before, the guilt and regret had froze your mind from thinking. The only thing you could do now is to fly away from the lustful sight yet you couldn’t go back to Heaven anymore after knowing that you had sinned against God.

What have I done? What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?

When you are certain that you’re finally far from the scene, you rest yourself on the fallen tree near the lake that reflects the moonlight from above. You cannot seem to fly with a chaotic state of mind. Your wings are a gift from God and you can’t use it after knowing that you have sinned against Him. You cannot go back to Heaven, but God is watching from above, knowing your every little move. Seraphim angels will come looking for you. Those are the angel who are closer to God and much more powerful than your ranking. Even if you run away, they will come looking for you, a filthy sinner who will fall from Heaven sooner.

“Sinner. You filthy sinner. You have become the one thing that you swore you will not be and gave your soul into lust and temptation. The devil will devour you and drag you down to the depths of Hell, keeping you in eternal agony.”

A demonic voice surrounded your very being. It was different. The distorted voice of possibly hundred evil spirits surrounding you has you gripping your hair that your nails dig into your scalp as an attempt to stop the voices echoing in your ears. There is laughing, screaming, and crying all at the same time that made you cry out in pain yet every time you give in, the louder the voices get in your head. However, the voices were just a start when you suddenly feel sharp talons grazing the skin of your neck, making you look up at the pitch black skies with little to no stars, begging for the Lord to save you from these demons. Then again, God has no obligation to save you anymore, now that you have sinned. Not unless you repent.

Your only option is to repent so you get down on your knees. The dirt of the soil clings onto your knees and made a mess on your dress yet you couldn’t care less. You clasp your hands together and start praying.

“Dear Heavenly and All-Powerful God, I come to you in humility and sorrow, aware of my wrongdoing, and prepared to turn from it. Lord, I have sinned against you; please pardon me—”

Your prayers were stopped when you feel stinging pain on your entire back that quite possibly came from your wings that are now bleeding. The blood from your white wings cascaded down the soil of the earth and as soon as it dropped on the ground, a red smoke appeared as it waters the soil. You feel as if you’re carrying a heavy load on your back that your face is almost kissing the ground beneath you. Despite the pain and the demons surrounding you, you keep praying.

“Purify me, wash away my sin, and aid in my repentance. Instead, guide me to follow your path so I can leave behind my old life and begin a new one in you,” you cry.

Just when you are about to finish your prayer, you feel a pair of strong arms pull you in an embrace, burying your face on his clothing. From behind, you hear the cracking sound of the earth, followed by the shrieking, screaming, and crying in an agonizing pain of millions of people, pleading to set them free from the conflagration of Hell.

You didn’t dare look at the horrid sight behind you. Instead, you keep your face buried in the face of your savior.

The heavy weight from your back slowly lifts up when you sense something being dragged back to the gates of Hell. Then, the voices, the screaming, the shrieking, the crying, the sound of sizzling fire, everything disappeared. The silence and the sounds of nature at night only fill the atmosphere.

When you finally had the courage to look up, you see your lover’s gaze staring down at your teary eyes.

“Yuuji,” you mumble in a quivering voice. “I’m so scared.”

“Yuuji? I knew you were naïve but I did not think you were this foolish.”

His voice is different from Yuuji’s. It’s deeper and… sinister. It’s the opposite of the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place and you refuse to believe that the man whose arms are wrapped around you isn’t Itadori Yuuji.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he says, “is a persona or a façade, rather. You… really fell for it, didn’t you, child of God?” he chuckles before shoving you off the ground. His towering gaze shadowed you as the luminescence of the moonlight made his sinister expression clear.

“Then who are you?” you ask with your quivering voice, trying to stop yourself from bursting into tears. “If you’re not Yuuji, then who are you?”

“Huh… so you don’t recall?” Sukuna crouches down to meet your gaze.

The black marks on his face are even more noticeable now. It’s something that Yuuji doesn’t have.

Hot tears slowly cascade down your cheeks when you realize that the entire time… the entire time you were with Yuuji, you were played by this man all along. What means so much to you is nothing to him. You’re not crying over the fact that this man in front of you made you sin against God; you’re crying about the fact that your love wasn’t returned. What your first love is also your first heartbreak and it hurts as much as burning in Hell.

“Hundred years ago,” he says, “an angel fell from Heaven because he let his sins consume him. He gave in to lust and temptation. Hundred years after, that angel is now the devil ruling Hell.”

You remember now. Ryōmen Sukuna was once favored by God; the strongest amongst angels but was corrupted and gave in to his sins. He did not repent nor atone for it. Instead, he let God condemn him in Hell. Now, he’s the one ruling it.

“Sukuna…” you mumble. “Ryōmen Sukuna. You’re him. Why must you toy with me?” you gather up the courage to ask.

“Because it’s amusing,” he replies.

You try to stand up but the man grips your neck so suddenly that you gasped in his grasp. Sukuna is so strong that he lifts your entire body with one hand wrapped around you neck that you feet aren’t touching the ground anymore.

“Don’t even dare run away,” he whispers. “You don’t have anyone now except for demons hunting you. You cannot go back to that Heaven of yours either, knowing that you’ve sinned against your so-called God. I am the only one you have, sinner.”

With that, he lets go of your neck, letting yourself fall on the concrete. You cough as you try to catch your breath. Sukuna stands before you with a sinister grin on his face.

“Why didn’t you let that demon drag me to Hell?” you ask.

It took him a moment to answer.

“Because I'm the only creature from Hell who can devour your soul. No other being can take you away from me. Just as you said, you're all mine; body, mind, and soul.”

Ryōmen Sukuna cannot fathom his own feelings. The mixture of thrill, uneasiness, regret, lust, and bliss creates an unknown feelings within his immortal being. He cannot comprehend why he would feel such mix emotions. His mind does not have the capability to reminisce his memories from the last time he had felt something like this.

It has been days since you’ve committed a sin and until now, you have not yet repent. Truth be told, it flew out of your mind. You had been thinking how things would change if you fall from Heaven and it hasn’t bothered you. It was as if you are making peace with the idea that you will become a fallen angel, a demon alongside Sukuna.

On the other hand, the devil remained himself by your side until he decides to finally devour your soul and drag you down to his domain, Hell. His reason being that he doesn’t want any other demon or angel to take your soul from him, as he said.

Now, you are currently tending to your plants in the forest as if you had not sinned. The situation with Yuuji still makes your heart ache and even though Sukuna finally admits that Yuuji is someone who will lure you in his grasp, at the back of your mind, you still want him to act like Yuuji; you still want him to hold you like how Yuuji does; you still want him to kiss you like Yuuji once did.

“Sukuna! Look! The daffodils look wonderful in this season!” you smile at him as if he is not the devil from Hell and you’re not about to fall from Heaven. It’s the least of your worries now that you’re tending to plants.

“Brat, you still don’t understand that these things die if I step foot on it.” Sukuna frowns at you.

“Oh, of course,” you chuckle awkwardly before holding the hem of your dress and standing up. You run towards him with a bunch of daffodils on your hand and show it to him. “See how bright they are? They’re so yellow, aren’t they?” you smile.

Sukuna looks down on the flowers in your hands before looking at you in a confused manner.

“How come you’re still acting so childish even after all that has happened and after all that is happening?” Sukuna raises his voice, which made you look at him. “Demons and angels are out to get you and your God is going to punish you yet you’re here, showing the devil a bunch of flowers? How foolish can you be?” This time he yells at you and you couldn’t help but take a step back.

“I…” you whisper, “I am frightened about these recent events, Sukuna. I just can’t show it around you or… anyone. It makes my being vulnerable and it means I am an easy target for you or others.”

“Idiot,” Sukuna mumbles and flicks your forehead. His fingers travels down under your chin and forces your head to look up at him, which you did without any hesitation. “You need not to be scared around other creatures, fool. The only one who you should be scared of is the devil himself. Anyone who tries to lay even a finger on you is dead to me.”

“I am scared of you,” you say, “but I have no one else and I don’t know where to go. Like you said, you are the only one I have now. I am just occupying my mind from all these events but I am really scared.”

Then act like you are, damn it!

“Sukuna, I’m—ack!” you yelp when his callous hand suddenly wraps around your neck that you are now pinned against the tree and he’s using a little amount of strength to lift you off the ground, your feet not touching the concrete anymore.

“You trust the devil so easily. Your foolishness is going to get you killed,” he says, his red irises are glowing with anger as he stare into your terrified ones. “I told you that I am the only one you have… and yet, you are not doing anything about it. Are you easily going to give up? Let the devil and demons to devour you? Are you not going to repent? Or is there still hope in you that I will act like Itadori Yuuji again? If so, there’s no use keeping you around.”

The grip around your neck tightens as you cry and gasp for air that your mind is slowly turning blank, you didn’t notice how the earth suddenly shook and the ground below you cracked wide open, showing the conflagration of Hell from below where millions of hands are trying to drag you down with them. The shrieks and cries fills your ears that you couldn’t even cover your it since your hands are trying to loosen Sukuna’s grip.

When Sukuna finally sees your eyes full of fear with hot tears steaming down your eyes, his grip suddenly loosens, making him shut the gates of Hell again and lets go of your neck. You cough as Sukuna keeps you caged around his arms.

You are so terrified that your chest is raising up and down in a rapid pace to catch your breath because of your is beating so fast as if you had ran an entire marathon. The hot tears continue to cascade down your cheeks and as much as you want to run away from Sukuna, he keeps you caged in his arms until he suddenly rests his head on your shoulder, chuckling in a bitter way that sent shivers down your spine.

“You are the reason why I sinned,” he says. “You are the reason why I’m like this, but I don’t know if I should blame you for it. You shaped the hatred in me as well as lust and temptation, and I hated you for it. Until now, I still blame you, that’s why I’m trying to drag you down with me.”

Back when Sukuna was still an angel from the Heavens, you caught his eyes, his attention, his soul, you are the bane of his existence as an angel. You shaped the hatred in him as well as the lust and temptation that shouldn’t even exist in an angel in the first place. But he let these sins consume him, he didn’t dare to fight it because there is no way he’s going to win against feelings that he cannot control. Sukuna let himself fall to sin, which is why he was damned. He wanted to corrupt you; to see you so ruined because of him. He likes the idea of corrupting you into someone that he can claim as his. When you’re finally corrupted, your God will condemn you to Hell and you’ll become like him. You’ll become someone who Sukuna wants you to be; a fallen angel, a demon that he can finally call his. Never will he associate himself with your angelic form.

From the very beginning since he was an angel, Sukuna sees you as an object of his desires. He cannot deny that, yet he has no romantic or deep feelings towards you, which is why he let himself lust over you. You are the reason for his sins; the reason why he fell and he let himself. He was going to make you feel the same way. Now, he doesn’t know if he will.

“Even as a devil, you are still the bane of my existence,” he whispers.

“Sukuna,” you mumble. “Don’t you dare blame me for the sins you’ve committed. You gave in to temptation, so why should I be blamed?”

The sudden confession of Sukuna’s reason why he fell was shocking for your mind to fully function. You did not know how to react or what emotions you should show but when you heard it, it feels as if the your entire body became frozen that even if your thoughts cannot function properly. Until then, you distanced yourself from the devil and fortunately, he hasn’t shown his face to you yet.

Despite not seeing Sukuna’s physical being, you can still feel his presence surrounding you and there aren’t any demons hunting you yet. Of course, you had no second thought about thinking that Sukuna is still looking over you. You realized he’s keeping you safe from other demons yet that is not enough reason for you to make peace with him.

The more you spend some alone time, the more your thoughts keep flooding inside your mind. You thought about many things, especially about Sukuna and the sin you have committed that night. What Sukuna did wrong is that he tricked you by putting on a lovely façade that you once loved in order to keep you in his grasp. The more you think, that’s all there is about what Sukuna had done to you before you committed a sin. What you did wrong is that you were the one who gave in to lust and temptation. Perhaps Sukuna was not intending to corrupt you by making you watch him have intercourse with another woman. He did not force you to watch and you were the one who engaged into a sinful doing.

Your sins are your own fault, and you learned to accept it.

“Sukuna,” you call out.

After a few moments, the glimpse of ashes and smoke catches your attention and the grass and leaves surrounding the thick, black smoke had become withered and the life slowly descended out of it. As the smoke lifts up, a tall figure with pink hair spiked hair and with unique markings on his forehead, nose, cheeks. He wears a light-colored kimono with black edge, black scarf, and black shoes.

“You finally called for my presence,” he mumbles as he stares down at you. “Watching you tend to your awful plants all day long are rather boring, if I’m being honest.”

Lies. He enjoys watching you care for plants.

You didn’t bother answering. Your gaze travels down to the path that he walked on, seeing the dead grass and flowers that disturbed the beauty of the forest. “You’ve killed the path that you’ve set foot on.”

“I care little about it,” he says before letting himself vanish in black smoke then appears on top of a branch of an old willow tree behind you.

You and Sukuna are the complete opposite, obviously. With you being an angel, a kin of the Heavens, you have the ability to bring life back to the dead yet not when it comes to mortals whose time as finally come and accompany souls to the afterlife. On the other hand, Sukuna is the devil of Hell, who was once an angel who fell from the Heavens. Whatever path he walks on, death and chaos set in. It’s always been an obligation for angels to overwhelm demons but none seems to be powerful enough for the devil, for Sukuna, except God himself.

After bringing the grass and flowers back to life, you face him.

“Sukuna,” you say. “Your actions when you pretended to be someone you’re not—when you pretended to be Itadori Yuuji—is something that I cannot bring myself to forgive. You are the one to blame for your own sins and I am to blame for mine.”

“Stop saying such nonsense and get to the point,” he scoffs. “Did you really think I feel bad about pretending to be someone I am not? I am the devil. Such action is not worth regretting for.”

“Itadori Yuuji,” you mumble, “was once a part of you. You were an angel and I can’t help but think that his personality was once yours before you fell. Sukuna, it will not hurt to bring those two together and balance each other out.”

“What are you muttering about?” Sukuna asks in an annoyed manner with his eyebrows furrowed. “Itadori Yuuji is gone. That bastard was nothing but a weakling and a follower of a so-called God. There is no balance in Heaven and Hell, fool. There can only be good and evil.”

“And yet we are not in Heaven or in Hell,” you say. “We are in the world of mortals, where everything, including good and evil, are balanced. Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna are two different souls. So, if we are to stay here in the world of mortals, you must merge them together and create balance between them.”

“Why should I take orders from a naïve angel such as you? You know nothing about this vile world and yet you say such things as if merging Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna together will create balance. What nonsense.”

“Oh, but, Sukuna, you were the one who told me about the reality of this world in the form of Itadori Yuuji,” you smile.

Sukuna scoffs before turning his back against you.

He hates how right you were.

IN THE MEANTIME, you and Sukuna learn how to get along with each other. It was easier for you yet he keeps testing your patience. Every time you would ramble about something—usually about flowers—he would brush you off and would make mean comments and order you to stop rambling and give the both of you a moment of silence. Sometimes, you wonder how good of an actor he was when he pulled of acting as Itadori Yuuji.

At night, you would lay on the rough grass surrounded by flowers in the forest where the moonlight can be easily seen. As you lay asleep, Sukuna would remain awake and keep guard about demons and other creatures coming for you. Sometimes, his glimpse would suddenly catch your sleeping face and he couldn’t help but stare at how peaceful you look.

“Sukuna!” you call out in a laughing manner. “I found a lake! The water is so warm!” you cheer.

He hates how childish you are but you told him you were only trying to have fun.

“The water is so fucking dirty,” he replies.

“Because it’s a lake,” you laugh when the water is now on the level of your knees as you hold your dress up so it won’t get soaked. “I don’t remember feeling this thrilled back when I was in Heaven—Sukuna! You are completely missing this!” you run towards him, splashing the water around you which soaked your dress but you paid no attention to it.

You try to drag Sukuna to join you in the lake by clinging onto his arm and pulling him to you but the devil tried his best to resist, which resulted to the both of you falling down the shallow part of the lake, soaking the both of you. Sukuna was pretty much angry at you to this point but you just laughed at his reaction.

The devil didn’t know whether he’d be pissed or… relieved that he finally saw a glimpse of your smile and laughter again after avoiding him for what felt like a hundred years for him.

It’s the same smile you show to Itadori Yuuji.

After drying yourselves off, you tend to your flowers again. This time, you tell Sukuna to keep you company despite being the grass and the flowers withering and decaying underneath his feet. He refused at first, of course, and his reason being that the plants wither and die if he steps foot.

“It’s alright, Sukuna,” you smile. “I enjoy watching them wither away.”

“What does this mean again?” he asks, holding a withered daisy flower in his hand.

Sukuna is sitting with his legs crossed and one elbow on top of his thigh, his hand cupping his chin in a bored manner. However, his ears and thoughts are focused on every word you are saying as if your voice is the only thing occupying your mind despite the sounds of the forest surrounding you. It’s quite odd for Sukuna to listen attentively to your words. He keeps telling himself that he cares little about the things you ramble about, but his mind, soul, and heart knows otherwise.

“Innocence, loyal love, purity,” you take the flower from his hand gave its life back to it, its white petals gleams under the radiant sunlight. “Yuuji gave this to me once.”

Sukuna scoffs. “If you are trying to make me feel guilty about that, I do not. Not the slightest.”

“But I am not,” you say. “I have no intention in making you feel guilt, Sukuna. I simply miss Yuuji’s warm and loving presence. If you think it that way, then I suppose you feel deep down that you are guilty.”

With that, he shuts his mouth.

Later that evening, Sukuna watches you fall asleep under the moonlight before he decides to step closer. The grass withers underneath him as he gets closer to your sleeping form yet he paid it no mind since he’s attention is focused on you and you alone. The devil crouches down to take better glimpse on your peaceful sleeping face. He gently run his fingers across your soft cheeks, which made you squirm a bit. Sukuna immediately stops but when he sees you relax your body again, he gently place his fingers again, his thumb caressing your cheeks as he draws circles along your soft skin.

The devil could feel his heart beat so fast that it frustrated him enough to grip his chest in hopes of stopping his annoying heart from racing in a rapid pace. He had not felt such a thing happen to his body before and he had no explanation whatsoever about what is happening to his immortal being. The only possibility he could think of is whenever he looks at you; whenever you smile, laugh, sleep; whenever you tend to your plants with a soft smile on your lips. When Sukuna sees you with a smile on your face, he couldn’t help but feel… regret and guilt yet at the same time, he wanted for this to happen.

Sukuna’s main objective was to devour your soul once you had been corrupted, once you finally let your sins consume you. The reason why he associated himself with you in the first place is to take your soul with him in Hell. However, there was something in his mind instead. That is, to make you his queen in Hell. The mere thought of it made Sukuna chuckle, a bitter one.

Did he really think of making an angel, a child of God, be his queen?

How foolish.

THE MOMENT you wake up in the middle of the night, the first thing that you saw (and felt) was a flower around your hand. Its stem and petals are all withered and decayed. There’s only one person who touches a flower will wither like this, and that person isn’t present at the moment.

You gently touch its petals, bringing the flower back to life. Hyacinth, a bulbous herb with narrow strap-shaped leaves at the base and fragrant spring blooms rising on an upright stalk. A soft smile creeps up your face when you realizes what it means.

You stand up from the ground and clean yourself at the lake nearby. You take off every piece of clothing clinging on your body and let the warm water of the lake clean you up. Your wings that are slowly turning black are now soaked with water behind your back. In all honesty, you wanted your wings to be gone off your back because of how annoying it is.

“How disrespectful can you be?” a demonic voice mutters behind you, which made you look behind your shoulder, seeing Sukuna with a pissed off face. “You didn’t even bother inviting me?”

“I remember someone saying about the water being so dirty,” you chuckle. “Join me then,” you say and turn your back against him, dripping your body in the water until it reaches your collarbone.

Sukuna chuckles to himself before removing clothing yet his gaze does not turn away from you.

His eyes and attention are exploring every part of your body as if he's studying every beauty in you. He stares as if you are a statue of a goddess displayed as a masterpiece for everyone to see, yet he’s the only one who’s staring. The mere thought of others staring at your figure is something that darkens Sukuna’s mood. Anyone who dares to turn their gaze on you will have their eyes removed.

Your back is turned against the devil as he walks along the water towards you. The soft sounds of that the moving waters are creating fills the deafening silence between the both of you. The moonlight basking the two of you from above was Sukuna’s source of light to capture every ethereal image of your body. Your beauty that he sees right in front of his very eyes makes him want to accept the thought of God making you so perfect.

You are a goddess, a deity that the devil himself wants to worship.

The humorous thing about this—Sukuna thinks—is the fact that he has not felt like this for anyone for centuries. Who would’ve guessed that the first time he was truly bewitched by someone was an angel? Perhaps the reason why he wanted you to fall is so he can finally be with you? Perhaps the reason why Sukuna loathe you is because he cannot accept the fact that he’s… in love with you after all this time? It’s nonsense. If he wanted you after all this time, even in the Heavens, then he couldn’t have turned into someone so devilish. He could’ve been with you when the both of you were still children of God, and yet here you are, being slowly corrupted by the devil who was once a pure and holy being.

If only he wasn’t too foolish and a coward to admit his love for you back then.

Sukuna’s fingertips caress your back, making you let out a sigh of relaxation as his fingers slowly and gently glide through your soft skin. Sukuna’s warmth has made your breath quiver and the entirety of your body to feel hot and warm. You turn yourself in front of him, showing your bare chest that made him hitch his breath, thinking of how ethereal you look in your full glory.

Sukuna continues to caress your shoulder with his fingertips. You close your eyes, feeling his warmth course through your body that sent shivers down your spine. Sukuna’s body has made you feel small against him and you are tempted to glide your hands along his chest, his body looks as if it’s carved by the finest artists and sculptors in history.

Suddenly, you feel Sukuna’s soft lips along your shoulders, kissing every bit of your skin as if he’s worshipping your body. You tremble between his kisses, making you release a soft moan that Sukuna almost feel like as if he’s hearing the songs sung by the harmonious voices of the angels from Heaven.

Your hands are so tempted to touch him, to caress his skin so gently, like how you touch the petals of the finest and most delicate flower you’ve ever laid your hand on. Sukuna notices your hands hesitating to touch him so he cups the back of your hand and guides you to touch his chest heaving up and down to catch his heavy breaths.

He wants to do more; he wants to kiss you in a hungry, passionate way and caress every part of your body; he wants to worship your entire immortal being from head to toe. There’s no denying it anymore for the devil. He has fallen in love with an angel and not even God can stop him from loving you.

“Sukuna,” you whisper. “Why are you so kind and gentle to me all of the sudden? Have you no memory of who you are?”

“I have,” he says, his face still buried on the crook of your neck. “I am the devil and I know that a devil from Hell is not supposed to be kind, and I am not. You make me feel such overwhelming emotions that I want to rip my heart out from my chest—you make it so difficult for me to think; you make everything difficult for me… and yet I can’t devour your soul. I cannot make myself drive you away from me. You make me insane and yet I still have the desire to be by your side.”

“You were no longer sane before all this, Sukuna,” you whisper.

“Then perhaps I had the desire to be by your side even before.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry so bad yet you don’t want Sukuna to see you so vulnerable. All you know is that he could be acting as Itadori Yuuji so he could break you again. Ryōmen Sukuna, the devil, would say no such things. He will think of this as nothing but absurdity and once he had you even tighter in his grasp again, he would surely destroy you until he drags you down to depravity.

“Stop it,” you quiver as you try to stop your tears from falling yet they slowly cascade down your cheeks. “Stop saying such things, Sukuna. Is this not enough for you? You have me already. Why must you pretend like you care about me? Why must you pretend like the man I used to love before? The devil would feel and say no such things.”

“Then I guess I don’t want to be the devil anymore if one could say no such things,” he mumbles and pulls away from the crook of your neck, only to see your teary eyes that shatters his heart into pieces. “Do you know why I gave that withered hyacinth to you?”

You didn’t answer.

“Because even if I am the devil who disguised himself as a good man, I was listening to every ramble that you had to say,” he whispers. “You once told me that hyacinths mean asking for forgiveness. I know that what I did to you is unforgivable and inhumane yet I don’t know how to show you how sorry I am. All I could do is to protect you from something that I once caused.”

“You were listening to me? All this time?” you ask.

“I always do,” he says. “Both Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna does.”

You chuckle.

“I forgive you, Sukuna,” you smile at him that made you look like as if you’re a goddess that is gleaming under the moonlight from above. “You are not so bad after all, devil. Itadori Yuuji, Ryōmen Sukuna, a mix of both, I came to like every bit of you.”

Sukuna smiles.

“You make it so difficult for me to hate you,” he whispers.

“Then do not hate me,” you say as you stare into his eyes. “Will you kiss my eyes, Sukuna?”

Slowly, you close your eyes, waiting for him to do something. Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to lean down and kiss one of your closed eyes in a gentle manner as if his fingertips are touching a delicate flower. After giving you a soft kiss on your closed eye, Sukuna rests his forehead on yours.

“For you, my love,” he whispers, “I am willing to repent.”

You smile at his words.

“You are too late, Sukuna,” you say. “You cannot repent. I can only sin.”

With that, Sukuna crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you so deep that your hands wrap itself around his neck as his travel along your body. Sukuna’s soaking fingertips caresses your back, your arms, and squeezing your ass in the palm of his hands. What sent shivers down your spine is when he glides his fingers along your back.

Your hands caress Sukuna’s hair, tangling the strands in between your fingers as he deepens the kiss even more that made you moan in his lips. You release a whimper when Sukuna suddenly bites your lower lip, allowing him to easily insert is tongue inside your mouth and let him writhe and swirl against yours.

The feeling of Sukuna’s lips so deep in yours and his hands caressing every inch of your body has sent you into Cloud Nine that you could almost describe as Heaven. His kisses made you feel tingly below, the same feeling that you felt when you watched him that night. Your body feels so… odd yet in a good way. The last time you felt this, you were trying to stop the tingly sensation that courses through your crotch as well as the arousal that consumes your entire body. However, now that you are feeling it again, you were craving for more.

When you pull away, the both of you are breathing heavily and staring into each other’s half-lidded eyes, and a visible string of saliva connecting your tongue with Sukuna’s. You are both panting so heavily, trying to catch your breath after kissing each other so passionately and hungrily.

“Sukuna…” you pant. “Please, please… Will you give me more? I want to feel every inch of you.”

“If you really want it, then you must fall from grace for me.”

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rphelperblog · 2 years ago

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YA Book Villain Quote Meme

feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes-Inspired by the crime threads and wishlist by @silvcrflames

“Love is a conquest! Love is war!”

“It is better to have an enemy who will fight you in an open field then a lover who will kill you in your sleep.”

“I am capable of choosing my battles, so that I may win the war.”

“Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.”

“Fine, make me your villain.”

“I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.”

“If the devil only punishes bad people, wouldn’t that make him good?”

“If I cannot move heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

“Being underestimated always works to my advantage. But sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent”

I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you’ve ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again.”

Even the devil was once an angel"

“I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.”

“I will do everything in my power to destroy all who stand in my way.”

“What is so great about being good?”

“Don't cry. You are stronger than that.”

Pain enhances beauty”

“Fear is power,”

“They've never found the body of the first and only boy who broke my heart. And they never will.”

“It’s the things we love most that destroy us.”

“Pain goes away eventually,Death is permanent.”

“Embellish your flaws. They will turn into your assets.”

“A good queen was a well-informed queen.”

“It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt”

“How many times have you been called an abomination?”

“Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?”

“Some of us are broken and there’s nothing you can do to fix it.”

“Ideally, a lady will have three toys at once. One to romance her, one to bed her, and one to adorn her with very expensive jewelry.”

“Maybe she truly was hideous. But so long as she could deceive everyone, what did it matter?”

“So. Tell me, little wolf. Do you want to punish those who have wronged you?”

“I would not allow myself to die in the grave I'd dug.”

“What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?”

“Everything else in the world is but a sham. Death is the only sincerity.”

“But true rulers are not born. We are made.”

“In my fury, I killed him.”

I only ask for obedience. If that is too hard, I can help. It is easier to obey without a tongue, and easier to kneel without legs.”

“Some hate us, think us outlaws to hang at the gallows.Some fear us, think demons to burn at the stake,Some worship us, think us children of the gods.But all know us.”

“She had not seen the bodies, but she had seen the bedrooms the next morning, and her first thought was that all that blood would make for a very pretty rouge on her lips.”

““It was all her fault. Everything was her fault. She had ruined every moment .”

"If you had, you'd know I've already killed for love once before."

“I’ve an inclination to kill again,”

“You and I are playing a very dangerous game.”

“Already, I'm starting to forget the face of the man I killed.”

My fury heightens. Everyone. They will cower at my feet, and I will make them bleed.”

“I see him lying on the ground and all I feel is disgust.”

“So many poor and desperate, come to see me suffer in order to distract themselves from their own hungry lives.”

“That's another thing to love about me. I steal.”

“No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like.”

“In this moment, I am a god.”

“I will keep you, until the day I choose not to. You have destroyed and harmed all that is dear to me. In return, I want you to know what that feels like. I will not kill you. I will keep you alive. I will torture you. Until your soul is dead.”

We are so much lovelier when we fall. “

“There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.”

“I've been waiting for you a long time. You and I are going to change the world.”

Take it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.”

“You two have a bad habit of acting like fools and calling it heroic.”

“I am the nightmare.”

“The darkness bows to me, eager for my embrace. I close my eye, open my heart to the feeling, and soak in the delight of vengeance.”

“Fear motivates, more than love or ambition or joy. Fear is more powerful than anything else in the world. I have spent so long yearning for things—for love, for acceptance—that I do not really need. I need nothing except the submission that comes with fear. I do not know why it took me so long to learn this.”

“And I'm not horrified. I look at it, indulging in the darkness around me, feeding me, strengthening me, and I realize that I'm happy I killed him. Truly happy.”

“I am mostly human. But when I allow myself to use the gifts my mother gave me, I become something else. And it kills me a little inside each time I have to fight it back off.”

“If she were to see you, she would kill you.”

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.”

Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is all the sweeter for the pain of loss.”

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tojismaiden · 4 years ago

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SNK Male Characters as Yandere's (Modern AU)

WARNING: will contain dark themes.

Eren the Violent

It's a known fact that Eren doesn't have the best temper in the world.

But for you, he'd try his best to be patient. Key word: Try.

When Eren saw you, you were like the light at the end of the tunnel. The rainbow after the rain. The finish line. The trophy. The angel that every devil sought after.

You were kind to almost everybody but you were also fearless when you need to be. You helped everyone that you could and that included Eren. He got into another fight? You'd patch him up. He's lashing out on someone again? You'd calm him down. Everytime he needed someone, you were there.

So who could possibly blame him for falling for you? For wanting you?

At first, it was just an innocent crush he had on you. But days passed and he found himself growing more agitated. You were just too good, too pure. Eren knew that deep down, he had to have you. He's lost so much in his life, he can't lose you too.

So when the time came that he confessed, imagine his surprised and embarrassment when you told him you were with someone else. Of course, Eren being Eren, he'd pretend it's nothing and carry on with his day.

You thought none of it of course and kept treating Eren as how you saw him as; a friend.

Eren isn't the most patient man in the world, and neither is he the most calm one.

So please don't be surprised if you find your s/o brutally murdered.

"Oh, Y/N. I'm so sorry about your partner. I heard what happened. Such a shame, really."

"It's okay, Eren... I just— I just don't understand. Who would do something like this?"

"I don't know. But whoever it was, the person may not have liked your partner at all. In fact, that person might have hated them."

Your partner's death saddened you immensely but you were thankful that Eren was with you as you grieved. However, the more you spent time with Eren, the more concerned your friends got. They had bad vibes with him.

And Eren felt they don't particularly like him.

So the next time you see a news about an unknown killer going around?

Ignore it.

Your friends falling as victims of the said killer? Ignore it.

After all, Eren did it for you. So you could be together.

Forever.

Armin the Manipulative

There's no denying that Armin is smart. Way too fucking smart.

He would top in his classes and everyone came to him whenever they needed help with their homework.

But what exactly did Armin like about you? Simple. It's your sincerity.

Sure, he has friends and sure, his classmates would thank him whenever he helped them but with you, Armin could really feel like you learned something from him. It wasn't like the usual where the other would get the answers to their questions but obtained nothing from his explanation.

With you, you really applied what he taught you.

And Armin felt... appreciated. Like he wasn't being used to people's advantages.

So ever since then, Armin would willingly help you. Even offering to tutor you privately, free of charge! And each time you two spent time together, Armin's feelings for you grew stronger. The stronger they got, the more he got slightly too infatuated with you.

Weekly tutors turned into everyday tutors to the point where Armin would even tutor you during the weekend!

But who were you to say no? You were so thankful. If it weren't for Armin, you might have backloaded a subject or worse, repeated a grade!

You barely had time for your friends anymore but Armin assured you that it's better this way. That it's better if you prioritized your study sessions with him because your friends would just distract you.

And hey, come to think of it. Weren't they the reason you slept so late the last few weeks and almost made you miss an exam?

However, as busy as you are, you somehow found yourself in a situation where you got into a date with someone. An upperclassmen one of your friends introduced you to back then.

And when Armin found out, he was livid. But he loves you so much that he couldn't possibly bear to hurt you, no. Instead, he saved you from the inevitable torment.

"Y/N, you did this portion wrong, do it again." "Y/N! Didn't I tell you to replace this number with this? Do it again." "We're not stopping until you get it right."

Sure, Armin can be strict, but it's for your own good.

"Y/N, I apologize if I was harsh today. I just want to see you do good. And I'm so proud of you. I really believe you'll ace this test this week."

"I-It's okay, Armin. And thank you for helping me again. I promise I'll—"

"Say, Y/N, you should really stop seeing that person. I heard you were going out on a date with (Your crush's name). I suggest you don't. I heard they're going out with a friend of yours. (You friend's name) is their name, I think?"

"W-What? Where did you heard that?"

"Everyone's been talking about it. Plus, I think the reason you're doing pretty bad today is because of them. So please, Y/N, we worked really hard for you to get such good scores. Wouldn't you wanna make your senpai proud?"

You're so thankful for Armin. And you really don't want to disappoint him after all of what he's done for you.

So what better way to repay him than be obedient?

Jean the Stalker

It's not rocket science that Jean is a handsome young man.

But when he saw you? Oh, boy. He felt as if everything in the world felt right. You were just so fucking beautiful. The first time he saw you, he just couldn't look away. It felt as if his breath got knocked out of him.

He was sure you were a God/Goddess walking on Earth. Never had he seen someone so ethereal.

But the thing is, you were just so out of his league. While everyone kept talking to you, made friends with you, flirted with you, Jean stood from afar and watched you from the distance.

Sure, he follows your social media accounts. But he couldn't help but make dummy accounts and followed your accounts as well. He didn't want to take the risk of accidentally liking a picture of yours from years back with his personal account.

He didn't want you to think of him as a weird stalker or something because Jean is definitely not a stalker, no. Just no chance of him being that.

What Jean didn't know, is that you never noticed him at all. It's not your fault though, he was usually quiet and blended in the background. If you ever did see him around, you'd forget about him soon after. A shame, really.

But don't let Jean know that.

What started as him following your social media accounts turned into him just simply following you around.

He took note of you always stopping by at this convenient store right after class to buy your favorite drink and favorite sandwich almost everyday before you go home.

It happened so frequently, him walking with his hoodie on, head hung low as he walked a few steps behind you and somehow watching you buy the exact same thing everyday.

But everytime, Jean would only stop by at the convenient store. Once you were done, he would walk home. He didn't want to follow you home. Well, it's not that he didn't want to, it's just that he doesn't have the courage yet.

However, curiosity got the best of him and at night, when you were going home late, he followed you on your way home and you swore you could feel as if someone was follow you.

"Who's there?" Nothing.

When Jean successfully followed you home, it was like something inside him flicked open. And every night, he would stop by outside your home for an hour or so and every night he would see your silhouette as you took off your clothes and changed into comfier ones, and Jean had thoughts where he'd imagine just how you looked underneath them.

With each passing day, you felt as if you were continuously being watched. Being followed.

Maybe next time, you should really learn how to close your window.

Say, do you remember where your favorite underwear went?

Erwin the Blackmailer

You could never really ask for a better boyfriend. Erwin has it all.

At least, that's what you thought in the first few years of your relationship.

Erwin was everything you wanted and more. And he loved you so much... way too much.

And truthfully, you loved Erwin too. But there's no denying he's gotten so unbearable.

Back then, you would have done everything for Erwin. But every bit of love that you had for this man was now replaced with fear.

When Erwin began to openly express his obsession with you and his primary goal of making you all to himself, you had run away from him, far too scared of the lengths he'd go through just to satisfy this... obsession of his.

You noticed it little by little. But never had you thought it would come to this.

It started small at first. He would stop you from spending time with your friends little by little until you could no longer see them.

He would say something about them being bad influences. Going as far as to make up convincing lies that you, stupidly fell for.

After that, he stopped you from seeing your own family. Cut ties with those who are important to you. Deprived you your freedom. For he thought that you, going outside meant that you would meet someone else other than him.

And the thought of someone even merely looking at you made his blood boil.

But everytime you ran away from him, he would find you. Doesn't matter if you hid from him for weeks, months. He would end up finding you each and everytime.

At first, Erwin liked the cat and mouse game that you played. He thought it was thrilling. But then he slowly realized you were gaining this new profound strength. As if you thought that he wouldn't do anything except to find you and drag you back with him.

"I'm not going with you anymore, Erwin! I'm sick of this shit. You're all bark but no bite. Well, guess what? I'm done. And I'm not coming back!"

"Bark but no bite, eh? I wish you hadn't said that, Y/N. Say, your best friend doesn't live too far from here. You wouldn't mind if I pay them a visit, right? I'm sure they're worried about you, doll."

Ever since then, Erwin would blackmail you by threatening to hurt your loved ones if you didn't do as you were told.

This made your fear for him to go back and one time where you did disobey him despite his threats, you received a news where your bestfriend was found badly beaten in a dark alley and the perpetrator was nowhere to be found. Your bestfriend almost died if the suspect hadn't stopped.

And deep down, you knew this was Erwin's doing. It served as a warning that he wasn't afraid to kill for you so long as you stayed with him.

"I'm doing this for us, doll. Why can't you see how much I love you?"

"They don't deserve you, Y/N. They aren't willing to go for miles for you. But me, I would do anything to keep you by my side. Isn't that what you wanted? You said you didn't want to lose me, right?"

Erwin loved you so much. He wouldn't want to risk losing you ever again.

Maybe he should try going after your family this time the next time you try and run away from him.

Levi the Possessive

Levi had lost more people than he could count. So the moment he saw you?

He didn't want to let go.

What's scary about Levi is that you don't know what he's thinking of. He would never let you know what it is that runs through his mind.

He knows, however, that you're just like him. You lost your family and you barely had any friends. And you worked as a waiter/waitresss at this local diner to earn money for your tuition fee.

Levi understands. He's been through that struggle and he could see it on your face. He took note of everything you did. And he made a habit of coming in for tea even though the tea in the diner tasted like shit. But if you made it, he would make sure to leave an extra tip.

Levi made sure that it was you who would serve him everytime. If it were someone else, he would request for you immediately.

You never really noticed Levi, in all honesty. It wasn't his fault. It's not that he's not attractive. It's just that you were too far in your head to even look or strike a conversation with him.

You were quiet and obedient and somehow Levi liked that about you. It just means you would put up a less of a fight. Means it would be easier to convince you. Means that you would always say yes.

Though Levi hoped that underneath that submissive nature to you, you would somehow have a backbone there. Being too compliant would bore him to death.

And he witnessed that when you suddenly snapped at a customer for being perverted. You were almost fired on the spot if it weren't for the fact that Levi testified for you.

That was the first time you truly noticed him.

Ever since then, you made sure that you would be the one to serve Levi everytime he came by. And you made his tea extra special, which he appreciated. It was the least you could do after he helped you out the other day.

Days passed and Levi had successfully scored a date with you. The first time he saw your apartment, he was really glad to see it clean and organized despite its dinginess and small size. It was all you could afford.

Levi suggested a stay-in date at your place, just so he could see if you were fit to live with him. Once he saw how great of a cook you are, how tidy you are and everything, he knew it was time to eventually convince you.

Sex with Levi meant that he would top you. All of the fucking time. And everytime it happened, he would always mutter the same thing to you:

"You're mine. All fucking mine."

Of course, you treated it as simple dirty talk. Men say that all the time, right?

Eventually, Levi brought up the idea of you living with him. At first, you declined. You couldn't possibly do that. But Levi having a silver-tongue meant he eventually convinced you.

Living with Levi was a walk in a park. You'd help him clean and would tell him that you would help out with the bills but you were surprised when he told you that you didn't have to worry about that.

"Just sit down and look pretty for me, brat. That's all you need to do. You don't have to worry about the money."

You didn't like that Levi didn't want you to help with the bills but you couldn't possibly retort something back. He let you live in a nice home with a nice bathroom. Who were you to have a say in things?

Days passed, and Levi somehow brought up the topic of you quitting your job.

"What? But I like—"

"Like being a waiter/waitress? Come on, Y/N. Your colleagues are absolute assholes and don't get me started on your manager. I see how he looks at you."

"I'm sure that's not true, Levi..."

"Are you doubting me?"

"W-What? N-No, I—"

"That's a good girl. You know I'd hate it if those dingy dickwads were to look at what's mine, right?"

You quit your job.

Levi knew you'd be bored inside the house so in return, he let you sign up in one of those online courses to keep you busy.

It was all coming into plan. Finally, he got the partner for life he always dreamed of. The one that would cook him dinner everytime he came home from work. Would pleasure him in bed when he's stressed. Would clean without him having to ask you.

You were so perfect.

People hadn't heard from you for months. But Levi convinced you that there's no need if people heard from you or not. Eventually, they would forget about you. You had no family, you had no friends, all you had was Levi.

And if you found out that Levi would lock you inside the house everytime he left for work, you would choose to stay silent.

And if he were to ask you to wear a chain around your ankle, who were you to say No?

After all, Levi gave you everything.

Levi was your everything.

And you were everything to Levi.

How could he ever share something so precious to the world?

#attack on titan #attack on titan fic #shingeki no kyokin #snk fic #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #yandere eren #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader #yandere armin #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschstein #yandere jean #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #yandere erwin #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #yandere levi

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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Luke Pearce from Tears of Themis is so dumb. Honestly there is nothing sexy or interesting about him. He has stupid fluffy hair. He always is wearing so many layers. He thinks being a self sacrificial idiot who always puts everybody else’s desires and lives above his own is the only way for him to be a good person. He never takes off the key he wears around his neck because hes so fucking devoted. Hes bad at cooking but he can scale a whole rock climbing wall in nine seconds and one time when he was playing paintball he did a 180 degree turn in mid-air and while doing that managed to shoot the other players HE IS SUCH AN ACTION MOVIE SHOWOFF. HE IS SO UNSEXY. HE IS SO DUMB. I HATE HIM. I hate luke pearce. I loathe him. I despise him. I hate him so much. His coral eyes that looks like… like fire. Hell fire. This fire in my skin. This burning desire is turning me to sin. But its not my fault! I'm not to blame. It’s the NSB boy who sent me into flame. It’s not my fault. If in god’s plan he made the devil so much stronger than a man? Protect me maria. Dont let the siren cast his spell. Dont let his fire sear my flesh and bones. DESTROY LUKE PEARCE and let him taste the FIRES OF HELL!! Or else let him be mine and mine alone…. I will burn down all of paris if i have to.

#have this stupid ass post from my drafts. adapted from og post by en/glishjakes about d/irk s/trider #tears of themis #luke pearce #xia yan #okay i'll have lunch and go do some ask reqs see ya guys in a bit

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dadsbongos · 4 years ago

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Liebeskummer

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa: Killing Harmony Dynamic: Korekiyo Shinguji/Reader (and his sister shit but i actually take it seriously, unlike kodaka) Warnings: korekiyo’s backstory/trauma (his sister), sexual/physical/mental abuse implications (and outright said but not described in detail except the emotional and mental), anxiety in both kork and reader and mental breakdown(s?), airhead shit but it’s sad Summary: It’s all her fault. ~~~

Korekiyo suddenly turned to the girl beside him in his quiet research lab, “Have you ever heard of Jack of Fables, (Y/n)?” at her, albeit confused, nod, he continued, “Well, all those myths, fairy tales, and even nursery rhymes in reference to ‘Jack’ are actually about the same man. What this means is that Jack Be Nimble, of the candlestick, Jack the Giant Killer, who sold his cows then murdered and robbed a giant, Stingy Jack, who tricked the devil so relentlessly that he was banned from both afterlives, Jack of Jack and Jill, who cracked open his skull, Jack o’ Lantern, Spirit of Halloween and Headless Horseman, and Jack Frost, Spirit who ends autumn and begins winter are all one in the same. He made so many poor life decisions that he now serves as an immortal representation of winer with a pumpkin serving as head and flashlight. Is that not fascinating?”

“Aw,” (Y/n) grinned, nodding once again, “Like the American ‘Florida man’.”

Korekiyo sighed, disappointment palpable in his tone, “That is… actually much more accurate than I wish to admit.”

“Wait, wait,” she tilted her head, patting the man’s arm despite his attention already being on her, “So… like, was he also Jack the Ripper…?”

His eyes widened at her statement, “(Y/n), I must be grateful you were not born to the life of a woman of the night in Victorian London because I assure you, Jack the Ripper was incredibly real.”

“Oh, that’s so sad…” she pouted before clearing it back into her usual smile almost instantly, “Well, thanks for the folklore fun fact, Kiyo! I didn’t know that Jack was so dumb! God, I’d hate to be like him…”

“You do realize you’re not so bright yourself, yes?”

She shrugged, “I’m fine with that, but at least I’m not tricking the devil!”

So sweet and kind, the Ultimate Composer was. Against all expectations, she wasn’t highbrow or traditionally genius, but she was more than excellent company. And, to top it off, the idea of turning her into one of Sister’s friends was oddly… sickening.

It should’ve been perfectly fine - she was a deeply respectable young woman unlike Miu and Maki, there’s no reason he could have against her.

It just felt wrong.

“Oh! Oh!” she burst out, clapping her hands together, before turning and reaching into a bag slung around her hip. Rooting through scrapped sheet music and notes, once she found what she’d been searching for she held it up excitedly, “Boom!”

Korekiyo took the item, just barely brushing his wrapped fingertips against hers, “Cleopatra’s Pearl Cocktail… much appreciated,” he pressed the small bottle into a pocket on his uniform, “If you enjoy giving gifts, perhaps we can discuss cultural gift-giving practices?”

“Ooh, Kiyo’s gonna teach me?”

“Hmm,” Korekiyo hummed quietly to himself, “Well, perhaps… you would prefer I tell you of a composition piece in relevance to mythology, yes?”

“That’d be nice,” the girl giggled softly, rubbing the back of her neck, “To be honest, I just like when you talk… you sound so smart all the time!”

“My thanks, (Y/n),” he nodded curtly, muttering to himself before coming to speak up, “Alright, I believe that the composition for you would be The Ring of the Nibelung, of Germany.”

“Oh, I know that one!” she knew most ‘ones’, to be fair.

“I had suspected so, but have you heard of the heroic legends behind the pieces?”

“Ah, no… are those what you’re gonna explain?”

“I had planned to, yes. Alright, well, the four parts, as you know, are The Rhinegold, The Valkyrie, Siegfried, and Twilight of the Gods. Nowadays, they are most commonly played as individual, separate works despite making one complete story. They were always intended as a sequence - as The Ring cycle, cleverly. Each piece revolves on a loose basis to German heroic tales and Norse legendary sagas, with the overarching tale of the magic ring forged by the Nibelung dwarf, Alberich, which grants the power to rule the world,” he paused at the sight of (Y/n) yawning, his lips pursed and eyes shot down to his shoes before flickering back up to the girl, “Ah, my apologies for taking far longer than necessary. You must find this- “

“Ah, no!” (Y/n) shook her head, waving her hands about as though it would physically prove how far from needed his apology was, “That’s not it! I’m just kinda tired, ya know?” as if to prove her point, another yawn washed over her, “I hadn’t slept well last night after Kirumi…”

“I see,” Korekiyo nodded, closing his eyes to think over his words, “I apologize for making it about myself. If you wish, I could walk you to your dormitory. Now that you mention it, it has been quite the long day.”

“You don’t have to, Kiyo, I’d hate to bother you so much in one day let alone one sitting,” the composer puffed her cheeks out, “That’d be so obnoxious…”

“I don’t find it obnoxious whatsoever, especially if it’s to aid- “ he hesitated, “to aid a friend.”

He hadn’t had friends before. People usually found him creepy and that was the end of the story - nobody approached him and he didn’t branch out. Life went on. The world spun. His loneliness was everlasting and yet nonexistent. He has Sister. Though, deep down, he knows. She’s on another plane of reality with loneliness stronger than his, that’s why he sends her respectable young women.

Just like (Y/n).

But just… not (Y/n). For reasons he personally chooses to not disclose to even himself.

“Aww, Kiyo! You care!” the girl placed a hand over her heart as if to show that the organ itself was squeezing in delight at his offer.

“Of course, I do,” Korekiyo didn’t like how quiet she made him. How jittery and nervous. And he didn’t like how it made him question the way Sister made him feel.

She also made him nervous but it felt different. He liked to pretend it was the nervousness of a love you don’t quite have yet, but he fully knows he’d be lying. She was a mean girl, a bully in school before being hospitalized. Prone to violent and outright frightening outbursts when she had the energy to do more than force him to her side.

But he didn’t like questioning those feelings for Sister. Who he was, was based on her. His uniform. His passion and talent. His hair. His perfect complexion. His life as the universe knows it is an ode to her.

It’s too late for him to go back now… he’s already done so much in her name it’d be cruel to give up now. He might as well continue for Sister.

“If you really don’t mind, then yeah, I’d like it if we could walk together… I get a little nervous going around at night, you never know who’s gonna snap…”

“And you trust me?”

Shit. That’s what gets him in trouble. It’s as Sister always said. ‘Too naive to make his choices, and once he’s free, too inept to make the right ones.’

“Well, yeah,” (Y/n) spoke as if there was hardly any thought to the answer, “All you’ve shown me is somebody worth trusting,” then, she’s quick to remember poor Kaede, “Well, maybe I’m being silly. But hey, if I have to choose between dying trusting my friends and paranoid beyond myself, then maybe I’d- “ she paused, “Ehhh, I don’t like the way that’s coming out.”

“I understand what you’re attempting to say,” Korekiyo reassured, turning towards his research lab’s exit, “Let us start towards the dormitories, yes?”

“Right!” (Y/n) nearly found herself jogging to catch up to Korekiyo’s long-strided head start, she clutched the strap of her bag as she did so, “So… you heard about Angie’s plan, right?”

“To perform a resurrection?”

“Do you think it’ll work?” she seemed antsier than was typical for her, “I mean, you’re into anthropology, so, like, has there ever been a case where that did work? Do you know?”

“No, besides, that would be more akin to history, remember?” she probably didn’t, her memory failed her at an ungodly amalgamation of best and worst of times.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured and nodded, pretending to recall the difference between the two.

“Who would you desire back into this game, if you could?”

“Rantaro,” her answer was quick, her fingers looping together nervously, “We didn’t really talk much, but uhm, whenever we did - he was really nice. He said I reminded him of a sister of his… so that’s a good thing, right?”

Depends on who you ask, really.

“You grew attached to him so quickly?” there was no jealousy there, he tried to convince himself.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I’d gotten to know him more. He was always running around, trying to save us, and in the end… it got him killed.”

A lot of things will get you killed.

Korekiyo shook off the thoughts racking his brain, “Your care for him even through his estrangedness and peculiarity is truly beautiful, (Y/n),” he fiddled with the locket piece hanging around his shoulders, “Even your care for myself. I’d be lying if I’d said it wasn’t endearing.”

“You’re not…” her words died out, not wanting to lie to a dear companion of hers, “You’re a little off-putting but you’re not undeserving of love, Kiyo.”

It was a complete 180 from what Sister had told him his entire life. A new lesson coming in far too late. He had to earn love. He should’ve been crawling on his knees and pleading for affection, but now he was supposed to simply receive it? It sounded so incredibly fake. A fictitious tale told alongside gumdrop fairies and candy trees.

No place for someone of realistic standard.

No place for him.

“You’re far too kind, (Y/n).”

“Maybe you just haven’t known nice people,” she suddenly stopped, slapping a palm to her mouth and muffling against it, “I’m so sorry!”

“Worry not,” Korekiyo continued walking, “I’m unphased.”

Because maybe it was true.

Maybe Sister wasn’t so nice.

There was an itch at his skin in the thought and he shook his head.

Sister was kind enough to love someone like him. Who was of rotted soul and rancid heart.

“I shouldn’t have just said that, especially since I don’t really know your life…”

“Would you like to learn it someday?”

(Y/n) was fairly shocked at how quickly he seemed to breeze by her insult to his family and friends - well, if he had any friends - but she wouldn’t refuse. It was extra time with Korekiyo! Who could turn that down?

“I’d love to.”

“Tea and cookies,” (Y/n) pumped a fist in the air, “What could be better than enjoying those with a friend?”

Korekiyo felt his lips twitch up behind his mask at the rhetorical question, he reached out for his teacup, “Perhaps freedom from this killing game?”

“Oh, yeah, huh…” she deflated, “Jeez, I can’t believe I’d say that…”

Oh, great, of course, now he’s gone and made the local ball of sunshine in this school upset.

“Nevermind that, (Y/n), it was a tease…” he gripped the cup a little tighter, cheeks heating up in humiliation at his failed joke, “I apologize if it seemed like anything other than such.”

“No, don’t apologize, it’s fine! It was kind of a dumb thing to say, now that I put some brain into it,” so it made sense she’d said it, (Y/n) frowned at the bitter thought.

“Ah,” the clink of a cup against the table caught the girl’s attention, “I must change my mask in order to properly enjoy this tea and these cookies,” as the anthropologist went to turn, he was stopped by another outburst from the girl.

“No, don’t! Uh, here!” she clenched her eyes shut, papped her palms over her face, and turned her head downwards, “See? Now I can’t!”

“You don’t have to go to such lengths, I could simply turn- “

“No, no, I want you to feel comfortable and I heard once that doing things to make your friends comfortable is, like, a way to make them like you more?” she huffed at the wording, “Just, I don’t know… I want you to know that I care. Ya get it? No need to turn yourself away like that when I can just not look.”

A tuft of air passed through his nostrils at the girl.

Sister would adore a friend like her.

Korekiyo pulled down his mask, brows drawn tight towards his eyes at the new realization. It was no longer a matter of her being respectable, it was now the knowledge that someone as tender-hearted as (Y/n) would be loved beyond comprehension by Sister.

But… no. Sister couldn’t have her. She’d understand, right? Of course. She could have someone else - the other bubbly girl, what’s her name? Angie. She could have Angie.

Korekiyo just… he just needed (Y/n). Something about her was calming and sweet. He picked his mask for eating from a pocket in his uniform and carefully adjusted it over his lips so as to not smudge his lipstick. It wouldn’t anyway, he knew this, but it usually never backfired to be too sure.

The lipstick in itself was quite the hassle. Another homage to Sister that she might not even be seeing. So was the hair. It got tangled and knotted and was hell to dry after a shower.

“Not to rush you at all, but are you done? Cuz my eyes are starting to hurt… I think I’m squeezing them too hard.”

“Right, yes, I am.”

He really shouldn’t think like that… Sister deserved to be honored.

As if she’d been reading his mind, (Y/n) leaned over slightly, pointing at Korekiyo’s hair, “Hey, hey, how do you manage that? It always looks so silky and soft and well-kept.”

“Ah, well, it is quite troublesome most days, but with patience and rather expensive products, I keep it together.”

“I was wondering, too, do you ever put it up?”

“Not usually, though, that would be… nice on occasion,” he sipped at his tea, enjoying the way (Y/n) shyly glanced away to prove she didn’t want to invade his privacy. She was too delightful to be in a place such as this, even if he did enjoy the beauties of law-absence.

“Uh, I don’t want to come off pushy or like you have to let me, but if you want, I’d love to put your hair up! To be honest, I’ve been wanting to for a while,” her eyes widened at her own statement, “Oh, that sounded creepy. I’m so sorry.”

“I am hardly one to judge,” he reached over for a cookie, “But, if you’re so inclined, I won’t protest.”

“Yay!” she bounced slightly in her chair, “Oh, that’s great, Kiyo, thanks.”

“Shall we go to your dorm after finishing our refreshments?”

“I’d like that,” (Y/n) grinned.

And to think she almost didn’t approach Korekiyo on that first day in the school. How ridiculous could she have been to judge based on looks? Sure, he was a little strange and the way he spoke was unlike any teenager she’d ever met, but he was still a person. He deserved to be given companionship.

Besides, he’d only ever shown her kindness and support.

He didn’t even make fun of her when she said something stupid in front of everyone.

She cringed at the memory of every time Kokichi or Miu or Maki prodded at her. Even Ryoma and Kaito had picked on her when she misspoke during the first trial and just brought up a point the class had already proven. It made her heart wrinkle and shrink at the mere thought. Kokichi still made fun of her for questioning Tsumugi’s whereabouts during Rantaro’s murder.

“You’re staring into your tea, it will grow cold if you only look at it.”

“Oh, yeah,” shaking her head, (Y/n) silently cursed herself for spacing out. What an awful habit of hers, it was, “Sorry for taking so long.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m not upset in the slightest,” he felt his heart lighten at the tiny smile that illuminated her face, “I simply enjoy spending this time together.”

“You’re too nice sometimes, Kiyo,” she giggled, but they both recognized the tingle of nervousness jumbling within it, “If you’re not careful, I might fall for you or something…”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing?”

I wouldn’t mind, she wanted to say.

If you’ll have me, he wished to murmur.

Then he felt his chest tighten.

“Can I…” he tapped a finger to the table, “ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Uhm,” she bit her lip as she thought back, “No… why?”

“How do you think it feels?”

“Like, you could be free and yourself around the person? I’m not too sure, but I think if you and someone else are in love then you’ll accept each other completely, you know? Sure, there’s flaws in every person, but I think you accept those, too.”

“I see…”

“Kiyo, why do you ask?”

“I…” his brows furrowed, “A lot has been on my mind as of late.”

“Alright, I won’t pry,” standing from the dining table, (Y/n) clapped her hands together, “Now, if you’re still down, I’d love to put your hair up!”

“As it stands, I am still, as you put it, ‘down’,” Korekiyo nodded before joining the girl and starting towards her dorm room.

“Nice!” she pointed directly ahead, “Now, onward!”

A total airhead at her truest, Korekiyo thought. He didn’t usually partake in the type, but something about (Y/n) just pulled him in tighter every time he tried turning away.

So, what’s the harm in giving in? Swimming against the tide only ever led to drowning anyway, so why fight it?

Sister… Sister was dead. Is dead. Resurrection isn’t possible and hasn’t been in human history. And she had changed so much of him. (Y/n) would never force him to bend to her ideal.

The more he thought about Sister in comparison to (Y/n), the more he realized that Sister felt like a ball and chain - and (Y/n) felt like a breath of fresh air.

Just her name inside his own head sounded as sweet as the best form of heaven.

“Here we are!” (Y/n) cheered upon their arrival to her room, “There’s probably a bunch-load of unfinished works in here so just… don’t judge them too harshly, okay?”

“I could hardly judge an unfinished masterpiece.”

“I don’t know about masterpieces…”

“If you create them with heart and soul, there’s nobody who can effectively say they aren’t except for yourself,” Korekiyo enters the room after her, legs carrying him towards her desk as she roots around her bathroom for a hairbrush and hair tie, “Sadly, this is also applicable to disasters with effort put into them. However, just from skimming these, I can tell you they are not such disasters.”

“Aw, thanks, Kiyo, you know - I know I’m the Ultimate Composer and junk, but jeez it gets so nerve-wracking when people hear my stuff. I like what I write, but who’s to say other people will?”

“I understand that. Showing others your work is extremely unsettling at times,” he followed the girl to her bed and sat between her knees on the floor, “I recall feeling that way when I would dabble in artistry.”

“You can draw?”

“I would when I was much younger,” he felt her fingers run over his scalp and through his hair and the weight looming over his shoulders practically melted off, “I haven’t held onto any of them, and they’ve likely aged poorly, but I know how I felt showing them around.”

“Why’d you stop? If you don’t mind my asking,” reaching around, (Y/n) threaded her fingers through Korekiyo’s bangs and, as gently as humanly possible, pulled the hair hanging over and around his face back into a slicked style.

“My… sister, she always rathered that I participate in anthropology with her. I wasn’t all that good anyways.”

“Aw, that’s kinda sad. Even if you weren’t good, you could’ve improved over time.”

“Do you truly believe that, (Y/n)?”

“Of course, I mean, talents are just developed over time, right? Angie didn’t pop out of the womb an art genius and I didn’t start off great at writing music, you just keep at it and eventually your skill level is way better than when you started.”

Sister always said he’d be garbage at drawing. Somebody like him could never learn.

She tied off and twisted until the bun was perfect - well, not perfect. It was presentable enough, and it was just a bun anyway! Not like they had anywhere to be.

“Sorry it’s messy,” she scratched at her cheek, feeling anxious that he’d be upset with her work.

“I…” he felt another little smile peek over him, it was indeed messy with stray hairs sticking out here and there and a few tiny bumps running over his head, but even so, “I love it.”

“You do?”

“It’s a gesture from you, why wouldn’t I?”

Standing beside Korekiyo at the mirror, (Y/n) twiddled her thumbs before spewing out her question, “It’s totally cool if not, but can I hug you? Sorry if that’s weird!”

“No… it’s…” Sister never asked to touch him, and now that he thought about it, she never seemed to care when he told her to stop, “That would be wonderful.”

As her arms slowly came around him, he felt truly at ease. With Sister, there was always this fear of never being what she wanted. That she hated him deep down. With (Y/n), it felt like finally being attached to someone you were meant to. Returning to a place of deep affection.

“You truly do care about me, don’t you, (Y/n)?”

“What kind of question is that?” she back-pedals, “I mean, of course, I do. You’re very dear to me, Kiyo.”

Maybe even a little too dear, considering the current climate of the killing game.

But even so, neither of them pulls away. Neither cares enough to wrangle themselves from indulging in the other’s touch. It feels too good against their skin.

It’s then that Korekiyo’s brain strikes the flint to create the burning thought - maybe Sister wasn’t all that great. Maybe Sister didn’t love him.

She’s only ever made him miserable, now that he recalls it all.

(Y/n) doesn’t. She makes him feel human and alive and adored. He likes the way she makes him feel. And between the two, he much rather would be praised than berated.

Oh God, what did this mean again?

Where do the creation myths go?

Who’s Princess Kaguya?

Her head throbs at the thoughts rumbling through her. She tried to get Korekiyo to get someone, anyone, but her to organize his notes.

Shuichi would love this stuff! You two should bond!

Gonta could learn about being gentlemanly from you! It’d be a great learning experience!

I know you don’t like Miu that much, but maybe spending more time together could make you understand each other more?

Anyone.

And yet, Korekiyo denied. He liked spending time with her. He wouldn’t mind answering every question she had - no matter how many times she asked it. He was a patient person, he could handle it.

(Y/n) looked at all the books and stray papers surrounding her alike, bottom lip tugged between her teeth in focus and face beating hot in vivid embarrassment. He wasn’t even looking at her, thank God, but still… it was so mortifying that she’d already lost track of what she was doing.

She tried so hard to pay attention, she really, really did!

She wanted to help so bad. She wanted to be useful so bad.

But she knew… she’s not a smart person, per se. It was beaten over her head repeatedly her entire life by her family, schooling, peers, and even her friends. She was an idiot who couldn’t do anything right.

It’s why she wanted Korekiyo to ask someone else.

But how could she say no to him? He was always so nice, it’d be downright mean to refuse him. Right?

She felt her eyes burn, vision growing blurry through tears. Setting down the papers in her hands - (Y/n) covered her eyes to keep any wetness from splotching the notes below. It was the least a fucking moron could do.

“(Y/n)? Are you feeling okay?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

She nodded shakily, just wanting Korekiyo to ignore her and continue his work. Better yet, he’d kick her out and she could dodge the incoming humiliation altogether.

“Yeah,” her voice cracked, lips trembling.

Goddammit.

She heard papers rustling before she could feel the presence at her side. Fingertips just barely grazing her body before hesitating back, “You’re lying.”

Understatement of the year.

“I just… I’m so sorry, Kiyo. I’m such an idiot, I knew I couldn’t do this,” she whimpered, desperately trying to grab and suffocate down her bubbling sobs before they wracked her throat, “I’m too fucking dumb to do anything right… I’m sorry…”

“No, no, don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re no idiot,” he’s immediately slammed with every memory of every time he’s called her such a thing. No matter how nice he tried to be about it, he still aided her insecurity, “I’m sorry for ever saying you were. Intellect is not measured by how well you can do a task nor should everyone’s mind be measured the same. Intelligence is fickle and is spread over a vast variety of subjects. You’re not an idiot for not being able to do something you’re not accustomed to.”

“I just… I- I wanted to help you but then I forgot everything you said about organizing them and then which regions are which and what even is a gorgon?”

He chuckled quietly at her question, “A creature in Greek mythology most commonly in reference to three sisters - Medusa, Euryale, and Sthenno - with hair made of living, venomous snakes that turned those who so much as looked upon them to stone,” he glanced around at what (Y/n) had gotten done, “I see that the filing in relation to music is nearly completed for your half.”

“That’s about all I’m good for.”

“And I would not have managed that so easily, music was never an incredible strength of mine - though I do admire it.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiyo…”

“I would never,” he moved his notes away to sit more comfortably next to the girl, “In fact, if you’d be willing to listen…” his throat tightened and heart thumped in his chest, “I would like to tell you of something that’s been troubling me for quite some time.”

“Yeah,” she wiped away her tears, sniffling, “of course.”

“I told you of my sister, correct?” he waited for her nod of confirmation to continue, “Well, it’s my belief that…” his fists clenched.

What if she didn’t believe him? What if she blamed him? How do you tell someone your older sister raped and abused you when you’re barely even coming to terms with the fact yourself?

“(Y/n), I…” he stopped, gut bunching in knots before he suddenly ripped down his mask and turned to face her, “I think I need help…”

“What? You’re just wearing lipstick, Kiyo, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, no, no, no,” he shook his head, hands shaking wildly as he pulled out the ponytail (Y/n) had done up earlier and yanked through his hair, “E-everything I am is because of her! She consumes me even in death! She- she- she hurt me…”

“Oh,” the girl moved to sit up on her knees, hands reaching out but not yet touching him, “What happened, Kiyo? You can tell me, I’m listening.”

“She told me I was an awful boy, nobody but her could love someone so foul and creepy… she- “ he moved to grip his sleeves, “She touched me,” he looked into the girl’s eyes, “Is it my fault? Am I so disgusting? Why would she do this?”

“Do you want me to hold you or no?” at his shaky nod, she instantly took Korekiyo into a hug, cradling his head and shoulders to her body and stroking through his hair, “You’re more than what she made you. You’re bigger and better than her manipulation. And it’s not your fault she did what she did. It’s completely and totally on her. She took advantage of you, Kiyo, that’s not your fault.”

He grabbed her arm and pressed his face into her shirt as she held him, “Am I rotten? Am I lovable?”

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re worthy of love and care.”

His lipstick smeared over her shirt and across his cheek and neither of them minded. It would wash off eventually. Her stain on his life would come out.

“When we get out,” (Y/n) began again, “do you want to seek professional help? You can get it, Kiyo.”

He was slow to nod, beginning to grow tired from dosing out tears and trauma at once, “I do… thank you, (Y/n)...”

“No need to thank me.”

“(Y/n)?” she hummed quietly in acknowledgement, “Even if it isn’t for field work… I wish to travel the country with you. I want to show you the beauty of humanity as I know it… for our sakes.”

Looking down, (Y/n) caught the gentleness in his eyes, tender and soft and awaiting her response, she smiled softly, brushing back his hair, “I would love to, Kiyo. If it’s truly something you want to do, I would be happy to go anywhere with you.”

Nighttime was quickly approaching and with the atmosphere and turmoil of the class, (Y/n) didn’t feel very safe being out so late.

“You’re certain you don’t wish for me to walk you to your room?”

“No, you finish up here,” (Y/n) waved off Korekiyo’s offer, “Don’t be such a worry-wart, yeah? I’ll be fine! You better take care of yourself while I’m gone, though.”

He nodded, a small smile stretching over him, “I will, dear (Y/n), don’t worry.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly before she returned his beam, “You have a cute smile, Kiyo.”

“Oh,” right, he didn’t have his mask on at the moment. It was refreshing to wake up and not trouble himself with makeup for a woman he wasn’t sure even cared - dare he say it, it was nice, even.

He’d only taken his mask off around (Y/n), it felt intimate. Sweet. Something passed only between them.

“Thank you.”

She nodded before turning back and pressing outward from his research lab, “I’ll see ya tomorrow, Kiyo! You better have the sweetest dreams, ya hear me?”

“You as well.”

He returned to cleaning up his lab, occasionally stumbling over a floorboard looser than the others. How troublesome.

That’s when her voice picked up from within his brain.

“You never loved me.”

He looked around despite knowing exactly where the voice was coming from.

“You let her do this to you. You let her take you from me.”

Pushing past them, he persisted in rooting through his notes and organizing his papers.

“She hates you. She’s scared of you. She’s just trying to be nice. You scare her. You scare all of them. You rotten, rotten boy. You’ve been ruined - only I could love a face so hideous and broken. A horrible, horrible boy lucky enough to be given the love I did.”

His hands shook, fingers twitching and heart thrumming heavy, “No. (Y/n) likes me. She enjoys my company.”

“Why would she enjoy the company of someone so lonely and depressing? So gross and foul? She probably hates you for partaking in your own sister’s touch.”

“No, she- she doesn’t… she knows it’s not… it’s not my fault…”

“Are you inside her head? How do you know? How are you certain? I’m the only one who ever loved you - and you’ve abandoned me. Left me all alone.”

“No, I- I haven’t abandoned you, Sister! Please, believe me, I never abandoned you.”

“So, you know what you must do to prove yourself to me.”

“(Y/n) wouldn’t like that…”

“(Y/n) wouldn’t like you anyway.”

She’s right, right? She’s right. Someone as wonderful and beautiful as (Y/n) could never adore him the way he does her. He loves her and she must find him repulsive. Staying out of fear.

Out of pity for the boy abused by his sister. And so, who better to return to than the more predictable of the two?

(Y/n) may have felt more like coming home than Sister - but Sister was home. (Y/n) was comfort. Sister was familiarity.

He found his foot planted against the loose floorboard once again. He knew how he had to make up for his misdeeds and abandonment.

“I’m truly relieved to see that you got to your room safely,” Korekiyo murmured to (Y/n).

“Huh? Oh yeah,” she pointed over to their local gentle giant, “Gonta and I crossed paths on my way and he wanted to walk me to my room and I just couldn’t say no to him. It’s nice to have someone you trust in this ‘game’. Well, other than you,” the elevator jumbled slightly as it dove down into Monokuma’s makeshift courtroom, “I trust you, obviously.”

She shouldn’t. And he wants to tell her that.

But as Kokichi and Shuichi take glances at him from across the elevator, he knows that she’ll figure things out soon enough.

And, during the trial, when Shuichi’s convicting Korekiyo of the murder of Angie Yonaga and Tenko Chabashira - she does. And she cries and screams and throws a fit. Demanding Korekiyo to fight back harder. Demanding Shuichi to stop lying and get serious. Because Korekiyo would never kill somebody.

He was nice. He was a gentleman. He cared about people. He had stolen her heart - and a man who managed that wouldn’t kill anybody. So, of course, Shuichi was lying.

“Do I have to remind you of what’ll happen if you don’t vote?” Monokuma bit out.

(Y/n) clutched at her hair - she knew what she had to do. But every time she went to vote for Korekiyo, her body wouldn’t let her.

Reaching over, the boy himself took her hand in his, “Allow me,” as he guided her hand over her voting panel. No matter how she swatted at his hand or tried to wrench herself from Korekiyo’s grip, he pressed her vote into his name.

She was forced to watch as he was strung up and spun. Made dizzy and sickly. She was made to watch as he fell into the melting pot. Fires eating at his body until he was no more than spirit.

As Monokuma and the sister who had harmed him so horrifically worked as one to rid the world of his soul.

Eyes went to (Y/n) as the execution subsided. Her sobs and hiccups drawing everyone’s attention.

Gonta was the first to approach, a large hand settling on the girl’s back as she cried, silently taking her into a hug.

Her heart wrenched, fingers squeezing at Gonta’s suit and throat rubbing raw with her wild wails.

He could’ve gotten help. He could’ve gotten out with everyone. If she’d just stayed with him then she could’ve done something. Angie and Tenko would be here. Korekiyo would be here.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Kaito’s voice peeked through, “Don’t cry because he’s gone, (Y/n). Move forward - for both of you.”

“I…” she shook her head, choking on a sob, “I don’t think I can…”

Shuichi placed a hand on Kaito’s shoulder, “Just give her a little time.”

As the group moved out of the courtroom, Gonta stayed by (Y/n)’s side up until she clumsily made her way into her dorm room.

Immediately, she collapsed into her bed sheets. Dreading tomorrow. And the next day. And the one after that. And the one after that. And so on. And so forth. Maybe she should’ve known better than to go around falling for a guy in the killing game. Maybe she should’ve held herself up in her room all alone.

There was no escape from this feeling. No hiding. It may get better over time - but Korekiyo would always be gone.

A buzz at the door caught her attention. Her movements were sluggish, honestly just hoping that whoever was there had given up and left by the time she finally answered.

Shuichi stood there, classically uneven, anxious smile and all, “I think there’s something you might be interested in? If you’ll follow me.”

No verbal response was given, only (Y/n) stepping out of her room and shutting the door behind her to give him her confirmation.

He began towards the casino. With a sigh, (Y/n) was about to tell Shuichi off - she didn’t need to start gambling to get over Korekiyo’s death - until he stopped in front of the building.

“I mostly just wanted you to get some fresh air,” he says earnestly before digging in his pocket and pulling out a key with a heart-shaped handle, “I got this from here. You can get your own or keep this one, I think you need it more than I do,” at her confusion he continues to explain, “It can take you into this weird dream-like state where you can see what ‘ideal’ you play in our classmates’ minds… I think you know who I gave this to you for.”

“Kiyo…”

“Yeah. You can see him again, if you want.”

She wanted to be strong and push the key back into Shuichi’s hand - instead, she just looked between him and the key in her hold and nodded slowly, “Thank you, Shuichi…”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, “Sleep well, (Y/n). I know you can grow past this.”

Because he did.

“I’ll try.”

But he wasn’t her. And Kaede was gone far before Korekiyo. And their grief was not the same.

“Thanks again, Shuichi.”

“Just take your time, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Her knees felt like collapsing under the weight of her nerves, hand falling to the doorknob of the hotel room.

She pushed through her anxiety and found herself in a red-tinted room, a large heart-shaped bed in the center with a merry-go-round circling it. Then, she found Korekiyo standing to the side.

What would his ‘ideal’ version of her be? A friend? An out-of-touch acquaintance? A lover?

Her heart throbbed at the last possibility.

“Ah, my dear, back so soon?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m, uhm, not sure?”

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.

“Then don’t,” he seemed to glide across the room, taking the girl’s cheeks in his hands, “You’ve always had a problem with that, my love.”

My love? My love.

“Ah, yeah, sorry,” she huffed at her own word selection, “Oh…”

Korekiyo chuckled quietly, pulling down his mask to kiss her forehead, “I already took my medication while you were out.”

“Your medication?”

“Yes, from the doctor. You were the one who pushed me to go, have you forgotten?”

“Right! No, no, I just blanked,” she quickly lied, giving the boy a broad grin, “I’m glad, though.”

“It’s only medication, dear.”

“Still,” (Y/n) reached up to cup Korekiyo’s cheek, “it’s good that you’re following through with your meds.”

“Your support always helps,” he pressed another kiss to the girl’s forehead, “We’ll be leaving early in the morning tomorrow, I should warn you,” at her furrowed brows he explained, “In order for us to catch the first train to Iwate prefecture. Did you forget, darling?”

“Wait, wait, let me guess…” she waited for his nod before tossing out her suggestion, “We’re traveling for field work!” she was then quick to tag on, “As a couple that’s, like, super in love?”

“You didn’t forget at all, my love,” Korekiyo pulled away slightly, and sat on the bed, removing his shoes, “You play that memory of yours down too much. You’re far more intelligent than you think.”

“You think that?”

“Of course, I do. It’s not just because I love you dearly, either. You mustn’t let the words and actions of others control your opinion on yourself - you’re better than they say.”

This is his ultimate fantasy. He’s her lover. They travel and see the beauty of humanity together, just like what he said he wanted. He loves her. He thinks she’s so great.

He’s wrong.

She should’ve stayed with him that night.

He’s wrong.

She could’ve done so much to keep him with her.

He’s dead.

Because she should’ve stayed.

“Kiyo,” her eyes burned and began to soak, “I’m sorry!” her lungs rapidly expanded and contracted with her sporadic breaths, her hands clutching at her shirt. Her knees finally buckled and she collapsed to the ground, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a stupid, stupid, stupid failure! Please… forgive me…!”

Korekiyo immediately stood up and rushed to (Y/n)’s side, bringing her into a tight hug as she fell to the floor, his fingers running through her hair. He kisses at her temple and cheeks, waiting until her cries settle enough for him to be audible in the room, “It’s interesting, dear, I first realized I’d fallen in love with you in a situation similar as this. I desired to comfort and reassure you just as I do now. You’re not stupid nor a failure, and I adore you above all else.”

Shaking her head, (Y/n) only began to cry harder into Korekiyo’s chest. This could’ve been their future. This could’ve been what they had to share and hold between only each other. If she’d only stayed. If she’d been with him that night.

“Oh, my dear, I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“It wasn’t you,” she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep back her cries, “I- I- it’s all my fault… it’s all my fault…”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, darling,” Korekiyo held her tighter, “I love you, my dearest (Y/n). No matter what you’ve done, I will always forgive you.”

And once again, her tears only came out harder. Her head pounding ruthlessly at the ache and consciousness fading out in her exhaustion. Korekiyo was dead. And no amount of her tears could ever bring him back.

#korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo x reader #shinguji x reader #drv3 x reader #he deserved so much better :(( i wuv him #let me know if i miss anything with the warnings

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the-nightmare-before-bucky · 4 years ago

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everything i love about hunchback of notre dame

*the g-slur will be replaced with roma, romani, or something else and will have brackets ([ ]) surrounding it to indicate a word change*

Olim - i love the build up at the end into bells of notre dame

bells of notre dame - ”and some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells, the bells of notre dame” the fact that it’s esmeralda singing it. we’re already off to a great start. jehan’s voice is so nice it’s beautiful the foreboding saints after jehan dies and right into the “ahhhhs’ “and the saints regarded frollo from their stone facade and he felt their gaze as if it were the eyes of God” - the difference between the stone saints for frollo and quasi is so interesting. One sees them as terrifying, boring into his soul because of his darkness within, while the other sees them as his friends and aid on his journey. the way frollo says quasimodo “now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of notre dame” “what makes a monster and what makes a man?” - song by Quasi. It just makes me tingle, I love it. the way this song sets up so many motifs is just so good

Out There - the beginning is manipulation 101 (it is I alone, your only friend, how can i protect you, etc) michael arden is an icon i swear. he is phenomenal. his e m o t i o n “but part of theeeeeem and Ooooooout there” “out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives” “heedless of the gift it is to be them. if I were in their skin I’d treasure every instant” “i swear i’ll be content with my share. won’t resent won’t despair old and bent I won’t care. I’ll have spent oooone daaay out theeeeeeeeeere” Amazing, showstopping, what a way to open a show and introduce a character, I cry almost every single time

Topsy Turvy pt. 1 - “somehow i can wander through this helter skelter without fear now. no one sees i’m here now out here in the woooorld!” ugh i love him “on the sixth of januervy” too catchy

Rest and Recreation - I used to hate this song but now i’ve matured and learned that it is amazing I just love the tune, idk, it’s so fun and catchy until you get to the bridge and that’s what i love “rest and recreaaaaaa- four years at the front...” that’s on ptsd “the air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench. whoever pays the most i call my liege.” just the bitterness when he says that line. Amazing. “and whatever i do i’ll make sure this is true i will never go back again.” i literally adore this part so much. it gives him so much motivation. and then we go right back into him being flirty because he’s covering up his ptsd with fun “But for a few night fun is my mission” oh me oh my that’s very attractive he sounds so awkward talking to frollo im going to cry “there is no time for rest and recreation,” poor guy

Rhythm of the Tambourine - “flash of an ankle flip of a skirt...come see me dance, hey what can it hurt?” I just love how she sings this part its so well done the dance break music is amazing. it’s just so nice and a great vibe. “this girl who is she” the layers!!!! all three of them doing it in rounds!!! I love it!!! “she dances like the devil//she dances like an angel//an angel” AHHHHH beautiful, great way to show the differences in characters “but with such fire// such fire” I am in love with this line oh my gosh. like frollo is thinking about hellfire and pheobus is just like heart eyes i am also in love with esmeralda thank you

Topsy Turvy pt. 2 - “aren’t you going to join in on the competition?” she’s so cute and pretty and i love her “we asked for the ugliest face in paris and we found him, aye?” love “eeev...ry..bod...y” “Hail to the king....oh what a king...girls give a kiss...we’ve never had a king like this!” just so much fun to sing

Into Notre Dame - “how could you do this to me?” more manipulation “like a begger recieving an alm.” i love a good simile “the light of notre dame” I love the way she sings this, it’s just so good

God Help the Outcasts - “were you once an outcast too?” i love this because the answer is yes. Jesus was treated as other because of His teachings. He was most definitely an outcast, literally cast out of so many different towns. And He does listen to her prayer and it just makes me so emotional. i literally...there is nothing wrong with this song. everything about it is beautiful. “God help the outcasts or nobody will” chills every single time “I ask for love I can possess. I ask for God and hos angels to bless me” right into “I ask for nothing, I can get by” I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s so beautiful. the chorus of this show deserves a raise “but I know so many less lucky than I” really helps to show Esmeralda’s character a lot I think.

Top of the World - such a beautiful song like I could write the entirety of this song here because I love it so much I love the saints part so much the part when the saints are singing and esmeralda are singing is just beautiful especially the part “here at the top of the world(E)//look at you sitting at the top of the world(S)” “the two of us sitting/the two of us sitting/the two of you sitting” right into “On top of the world!” one of my favorite parts of the entire show oh my goodness. The way Quasi, Esmeralda, and the Saints all blend together so well is just askjhfklafkj

Tavern Song - I can’t not dance to this song oh my it’s so so so fun. just like the melody especially during “in the dark of the night, in the dead of the winter...come keep me warm until morning” I LOVE It gives me very much Jack and Rose vibes from that part in Titanic “with the taste of the wine, hold me close while we’re dancing, but I hear you sighing, winter is dying, you’ll keep me warm until morning” HER VOICE IS SO GOOD the cross between the tavern folk singing and frollo singing in the Hellfire tune is just so good. just so good. i’m going to cry this show is beautiful. the fading “come keep me warm until morning”s is UGH so good

Heaven’s Light - When I tell you how much I adore this song.... his voice is just so soothing. the little flute thing in the background is just so sweet the way he sounds so happy the first time he says “Heaven’s light” i love him so much “but” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i cannot “I swear it must be heaven’s liiiiiiiiiiiiiiight” one of my favorite notes in the entire show i swear it’s so beautiful also the bells of notre dame going right into Hellfire....ICONIC

Hellfire - One of my favorite villain songs ever. Especially in this version, you can really hear his inner turmoil over Esmeralda. and i just love it. from the get go, frollo is trying to put him above everyone (”you know i am a righteous man”, “so much purer than...”) and yet he is still struggling with lust like everyone else...he’s still a sinner “i feel her, i see her, the sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me out of all control” SO GOOD “Like fire, hellfire” go look back at what he says in rhythm of the tambourine because it’s the same thing and i just “is turning me to sin” blaming esmeralda for his own sinful thoughts. it is not her that is turning him to sin. he is sinning of his own accord. but also the desperate way he says sin is always so interesting “it’s not my fault, i’m not to blame, it is the [roma] girl, the witch who set this flame! It’s not my fault, if in God’s plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man!” I really really love this series of lines so much. I can’t really explain it, but especially that last part. it just breathes a supposed “holy man” who can’t accept that his sins are his own and caused by himself so he’ll blame every single other thing other than himself. i’ve known too many people like this. “protect me maria, don’t let this siren cast her spell, don’t let the fire sear my flesh and bone” just so good. I love the voices in the background. “destroy esmeralda and let her face the fire of hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone” he would rather condemn an innocent woman than confront his own sin. again, so many people are like this today. it’s just so thrilling to see that mindset condemned in media. also, patrick page is amazing “hellfire, dark fire” the tone switch from him being scared of the hellfire the first time he said it to now he’s using it as power (how many of us have had hell weaponized against us? raise of hands?) is just so frightening and amazing all at the same time “God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me” I cannot tell you how much I love this line. it is phenomenal, especially the way Page sings it. I think that it is one of the central lines to his character (along with the “wicked shall not go unpunished” which i’ll probably talk about later) just the emotion he has in his voice when he says this line....chef’s kiss. especially with the next line (”but she will be mine or she will burn”), it seems like he knows what he’s doing is wrong (hence why he needs mercy), but he’s going to do it anyway

Esmeralda - easily one of my favorite songs in this entire show. what an amazing end of act song oh my the trumpets!! at the beginning!!! I love it!! “being under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft, and the arts of hell” that is not actually why he’s arresting her which doubly means he knows that what he’s doing is wrong the tune of this song is SO GOOD I LOVE IT “these are the flames of Esmeralda...” this dude is obsessed with fire feels very much like the mob song from beauty and the beast “with the might of Notre Dame” using God in such a vulgar manner is blasphemous and frollo knows it. he’s using God’s might and strength to hunt down an innocent woman because he can’t control his own desires. I’m losing my mind “but the madam, that whore, denied it and swore by the saints, the saints of notre dame” i have no idea why but I adore this line and i love the way that it was song. I used to think that the madam was actually just esmeralda in disguise which made the next part of the song seem all the funnier the little lute strumming after frollo says “very well, we’ll set fire to it” because pheobus is having a change or heart “and he held the torch that crackled like the [woman’s] voice....and he knew this was the moment he must make a choice” this is why i like the play phoebus and not really the movie phoebus very much. i just love it the chorus singing God help the outcasts in the background...amazing...chills “you’d throw away a promising career” Frollo’s desperate attempt to get him to comply “God help the outcasts, or nobody will!” I LOVE THIS PART WITH MY WHOLE SOUL IT IS SO GOOD sometimes i’ll listen to this song on repeat just to hear him say this “you’re relieved of your patrol” “consider it my highest honor.” Iconic. just...so good. gives me very much “thank you for your consideration” vibes the way frollo says kyrie eleison here is just so good frollo’s little speech is very cool with the chorus in the background I love Quasi’s little frantic verse there. you can hear his desperation in “fire, fire, smoke and flame” and then “is that all that I can do?” he wants to help his friend but he can’t and I know how horrible that feels phoebus part!!!!! I love it!!!! his voice is so nice!!! “with my career and body left for dead” nice, good, amazing. “out there...” AHHHHHHH YES MOTIFS “somewhere she is lost//somewhere she is lost//Esmeralda!” love this bit so much “the flames grow tall and sharp as fluer de lis” what a good metaphor, so good, so nice, I love the chorus they’re all amazing “all paris burns for esmeralda” now we’ve got burning again. are we talking about how paris is literally on fire because frollo is insane or is it the mob mentaility that is “burning” inside of them? good question. “and still it all comes down to her and me” says three people. I love the melodies here. chills. so many of them. I love. “the devil dwells in esmeralda//oh esmeralda//oh esmerlada//oh esmeralda” AHHHH again AHHHHHHH i love this bit (yes I know I say that a lot but its the truth) “wake up the city and sound the alarm!” good yes they’re all singing different bits and it’s growing and your heart is pounding until.... “these are the flames of esmeralda” and then it all falls apart again oh my gosh it’s beautiful until “the bells of notre dam!” and the “ah, ah, ah”s that I adore so much I love this song so much

Entr’acte I can’t imagine how fun this would be to sing. it’s just a vibe Flight Into Egypt - I used to skip this song but I have since learned the error of my ways because i love it “then Quasimodo you can too” love that, just like he says it “and she gave it to you because she knows you’re smart” the fact that these are just part of his imagination so it’s really him telling himself he’s smart and i’m going to cry I love him so much “and this jewel must show where we’re supposed to meet” love his voice so much “it’s a map. it’s a map!” he’s so excited. he deserves the entire world. “I’ll save esmeralda, her angel will be me,” brb crying “for her I will be strong” still crying I love the entire end bit how their voices meld and the music swells all up until Quasi sings the last bit. it’s just so amazing

The Court of Miracles - I’ve always loved this song. it’s so fun, but also sad. “brother you’re there” YES “but the dead don’t talk so you won’t be reveal what you found!” dead man tell no tales vibes “Not terribly different from bees in a hive” I love how erik says this line. claupin would be so fun to play oh my. “where it’s a miracle...if you get out alive” “any last words....i thought not *laughter*” obsessed with this “but we must protect at all cost our secret, it’s our lives or yours!” and that’s the sad reality. that’s what makes this song sad to me. “So you’re going to hang!” a lighter note as an end. very nice.

In a Place of Miracles - a few notes in and i’m already crying this song is so beautiful and i adore it. it makes me sad in a million ways but it also makes me so happy. the play did such a great job of making me love pheobus and esmeralda but also feel so, so bad for Quasi “but somehow you have made me someone new” yup i’m definitely crying “now i’m asking if you’ll let me come with you” you can’t see me but the tears are real “though our lives are tattered and torn, all i’m feeling now is reborn. i must be...” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Pheobus and esmeralda’s voices just meld together so well im gonna cry it’s so nice and as soon as the first chorus is over, the tears of happiness turn into tears of anguish because Quasi pulls up with his heaven’s light reprise and it tears my heart to shreds my heart breaks for him esmeralda and quasi singing at the same time gives me very much eponine and marius vibes from a heart full of love (we love victor hugo so much /sar) like the parallels in what the both of them are saying is just phenomenal “no more need for a heart of stone//better to have a heart of stone!” AHHHH STOP I LOVE IT AND IT HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME “that holds no hope in heaven’s light” stop i’m so sad and then the chorus come in and it’s just so beautiful “will we reach a friendlier shore, will we find a haven once more, where we’ll be in a place of miracles...” it’s so gorgeous “where’s my place of miracles//in a place of miracles” that sound? yeah that’s me sobbing in the corner and it builds again and i love it so much it’s just so beautiful

Justice in Paris - this is the least played song on spotify (by like hundreds of thousands) and I think that’s so funny but i think the chorus does such a great job here, as usual, because they just have that menacing sound to them

Someday - another of my favorite songs. this one is hauntingly beautiful and I have so many opinions. get ready. esmeralda is just so sad and you can hear it in every single word she says. god my heart is already breaking. “that i’d live to see a day of justice dawn” i haven’t actually seen the stage version so i’m not sure if they have the part where she cries out “justice!” when quasi is getting attacked, but this part just hurts me to the soul because of that specifically. she cried out for justice and now she gets none. “and though I will die long before that morning comes, i’ll die while believing still it will come when I am gone” this line just hits so, so hard. i can’t even talk about it. just imagining her singing this and pheobus listening to her with tears in his eyes...nope i cannot...i will cease to exist and then he joins in and i can just imagine her feeling no longer alone because she’s hoping that it comes “someday” and he’s echoing it, assuring her that it will. I can just picture her trying to stay strong as she says “Godspeed this bright millennium on its way” but she can’t and so her words fall out as she’s saying “let it come” and she can’t finish but pheobus finishes it for her. “someday” and I can just see her breaking down. she’s going to die and she never gets to see it, but he assures her that it’s coming. and he starts it up again. he starts singing again, and I think that it gives her the strength she then needs to finish. “someday, these dreams will all be real. Til then we’ll wish upon the moon!” of all the lines in the entire play, this is my absolute favorite. the way the sing it, the power they hold, their voices blending together so smoothly and perfectly. i cannot handle how amazing it is. “one day...some day...soon” and just like that, i am sobbing. beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful.

While the City Slumbered - i love this little song. it’s so pretty and fast and it just gives us exactly what we need to know. love.

Made of Stone - Now to the last of my favorite songs. (Finale doesn’t count because although I love it, it hate it). You wanna know which song has the top score of making me cry the most? That’s right. This one right here. Let’s get into it. the talking at the beginning is a yes from me. “I only make things worse!” felt that also, the sound of him sobbing ruins me. “how do you know what I believe, what do you know of me? what do you know of all the things I feel? you’re only made of stone” finally him acknowledging that they’re not actually real and all apart of his imagination. “who is it that you see, instead of seeing what I am for real?” imposter syndrome? I understand that. “this twisted flesh and bone” the EMOTION “you’re a liar” bro i cannot physically handle this. i can’t. I will cry. I am cry “would that I were made of stone like you,” back to that place of miracles song. i just he’s just so desperate. the only thing he could ever trust has fallen. He has nothing left. he can’t even trust himself (because that’s really all the stone saints by) “shut my brain down, if I were senseless, I’d prefer it” i totally understand the feeling of this. so often when thing go wrong in my life, i would like to shut down completely and stop existing and I think that’s what makes this song hit so damn hard “another gargoyle on this turret, spitting rain down to the stones below!” there is so much passion in his voice I love it so much. michael arden deserves the entire world for this performance “i’ve waste my faith believing in saints of plaster,” OUCH “the only one worth believing in was my master,” OUCH AGAIN “he’s the one who never lied. he told me it was cruel outside. he told me that i had to hide. his words were cold as stone, but they were true.” i can’t describe how emotional these lines make me. because he’s right but also it is such a painful, hard truth. ugh, i “not like you” “take all the dreams you’ve stone, take all your lies and leave me alone” “alright Quasimodo, we’ll leave you alone,” that one hurt because as someone who pushes people away when they’re self destructing, the most painful part is seeing them actually leave you. even though you asked them too. “you’re right Quasimodo, we’re only made of stone, we just thought that you were made of something stronger.” now that’s a mic drop That would cut so, so deep. “never again to wonder what’s out there” m o t i f s “let it remain unknown. and my one human eye forever more be dry until the day i die, as if I were made of stone” such a beautiful, heartbreaking, real song that I think so many people can relate to. I know I can. I have cried to this song so many times. I love it. also, he holds that note for so long i’m impressed.

Finale - this song is long so get ready for it. the crimes that Esmeralda is guilty for are not the ones that she was originally hunted for. he switched up his story. “the sentence is death!” immediate kyrie eleison (which i think is for frollo and not esmeralda) she spits in his face like a freaking queen “esmeralda!” Quasi’s cry is just so heart shattering and emotional I am so sad “he could remain stone no longer” I love that “sanctuary! sanctuary!” with the victorious sounds in the background are just so amazing “hear me, people of Paris, how much oppression will you allow?” with the chorus singing Someday in latin in the background?? I am not crying again “someday, your patience will finally break. why not make someday come right now?” that part is just chef’s kiss. I love it so much. also, that’s the last we hear of pheobus. I’ve always wondered if he died so someone whose been in/seen the play, could you tell me? quasi’s prayer to the saints is just so good. i just love it so much. so beautiful. and it being similar in tune to Heart of Stone and having the part “raining fire on the stone below!” is just so good and then the moment between quasi and esmeralda is just... “you are home.” “home.” and then we go to the top of the world reprise. haha. haha. ha. “in my eyes you are beautiful too,” comparing him to the beautiful morning “i don’t think...forever...” “you’re such a good friend quasimodo” “yes your friend” and then she freaking dies and i’m so sad and then the music changes so quickly and it makes my heart drop every time “because of you” cut deep “at last we’re free of esmeralda. now that she’s gone, a poison dies with her.” to the tune of esmeralda. bitch i would have thrown frollo off that roof too “here in our sanctuary...sanctuary” “sanctuary? no sanctuary without her” “even...loved her.” “love? what do you know of love?” I adore this part because Quasimodo finally realizes that Frollo’s treatment of him wasn’t love. It never was. “no. you are the weak one. you the wicked one. And the wicked shall not go unpunished!” I cannot explain the fire that this lights in my bones. it’s amazing. just so good. and then all the voices, like the saints, come in “the wicked shall not go unpunished. the heart of the wicked is of little worth. the wicked shall not go unpunished” and they’re no longer on frollo’s side (they never were) the rising voices as quasi picks up frollo and is going to kill him *chef’s kiss* “You don’t want to hurt me” “yes you do” so, so, so, so, so good. i can’t even explain. it’s just good. in to the abyss below! damnation! “the world is cruel, the world is ugly” yes “but there are times and there are people when the world is not” i’m not 100% positive, but i’m pretty sure that’s jehan again and that’s just so beautiful. “and at it’s cruelest it’s still the only world we’ve got” the bitter truth “out there” yup yup yup crying you can’t stop me The bit with the chorus singnig someday in latin and english...i literally cant handle it. it is so freaking beautiful. and the violin? the woman singing is an icon. the voices blend together so beautifully. I am overcome with emotion. i- Quasi singing the last “someday” and then the blending into the beginning song and ugh “but here is a riddle to guess if you can, what makes a monster and what makes a man?” with the entire ensemble? yeah, that one feels good. and being left off with the “ah”s

yeah, brb, i’m going to go listen to it again.

#hunchback of notre dame #disney #alan menken #hunchback of notre dame musical #disney musical #musicals #theatre kid #everything i love about #quasimodo #esmeralda #phoebus #frollo #judge clause frollo

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sixstepsaway · 2 years ago

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An indicator of how deep I am into the Izzy brainrot is that "Hellfire" from Hunchback of Notre Dame (or rather the cover version of Jonathan Young) just played in my playlist and I couldn't help but think about Izzy in love (and being very dramatic about it.). Maybe with Stede? Though it probably works with anyone from the Crew of the Revenge.

Honestly I couldn't stop wondering how I could make this song about him .

Like instead of being a servant of God and feeling like he should be above such desires like lust and love, Izzy is a servant for Ed. Being is First Mate, being loyal for year, no matter what. Never asking for love or touch but instead enjoying every touch (no matter how kind or unkind) or word and attention from Ed he can get.

And it's not love or lust Izzy tuly sees as the "sin" but rather the softness which comes with it. He isn't used to it, it isn`t what life taught him or what Ed ever gave him, so he views it as wrong and dangerous.

And also Izzy always going to extreme with his emotions (probably because he bottles them up). Izzy being ready to hurt someone he has fallen in love with because he sees his feelings as wrong and don't know how to deal with them. But at the same time also feeling possessiveness and jealously. Making him feel even more confused and torn.

(Also added Bonus if it's Stede is always the image of Izzy not allowing himself soft live but seeing the closest thing to a god for him living this "sin".

So he tries to remove the source these feelings to protect his "god' from falling and to save himself from the temptation as well. Hurting both Ed and himself and the process. And suddenly the touch and pain be was starved from Ed, the attention and life he wanted become well...painful... hellish)

Ah, but I love the Izzy Brainrot™.

I am not allowed to embed anything on tumblr currently it seems, but here's the song.

ARCHDEACON & PRIESTS Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty) Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin) Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael) Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)

FROLLO Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud PRIESTS (Et tibi Pater (And to you, Father)) FROLLO Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd PRIESTS (Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)) FROLLO Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul PRIESTS (Cogitatione (In thought)) FROLLO I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control PRIESTS (Verbo et opere (In word and deed))

FROLLO Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin This burning Desire Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault (Mea culpa (Through my fault)) I'm not to blame (Mea culpa (Through my fault)) It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame (Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)) It's not my fault (Mea culpa (Through my fault)) If in God's plan (Mea culpa (Through my fault)) He made the devil so much Stronger than a man (Mea maxima culpa (Through my most grievious fault)) Protect me, Maria Don't let the siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone Destroy Esmeralda And let her taste the fires of Hell! Or else let her be mine and mine alone

(song pauses, guard knocks on the door) GUARD Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped. FROLLO (speaking) What? GUARD She's nowhere in the cathedral. She's gone. FROLLO But how? I… Never mind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her! I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris!

(song resumes) Hellfire Dark fire Now gypsy, it's your turn Choose me or Your pyre Be mine or you will burn (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)) God have mercy on her (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)) God have mercy on me (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)) But she will be mine Or she will burn!

You wrote so much excellent stuff here that I don't really have a good response for it, except to post it and say everyone should read it. But I love this song (I haven't heard/seen the Hunchback of Notre Dame (I know, I know...) and it was great to listen to without the context of the actual thing.

This bit though:

WHEW WOW NONNY.

#jess' taxation policy #anonymous #ask

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illyaana · 3 years ago

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There was a time when the world of the supernatural was one of peace and harmony.

Magia, the realm of magic and the supernatural being, was one filled with mysteries and beauty.

Plants would dance to the rhythm made by the woodland creatures. Fairies and elves would sing songs in praise of the wondrous views and people who nurtured the lands and made it the beauty it was today.

Mermaids and the life under the wide oceans and seas shared the riches of the water with those on land to make both worlds something to gaze upon.

Yet, it all changed when humans found something within them.

Greed and Pride - the recipe to the fall of Magia.

Now, the land of the supernatural isn’t like the ones stated in fairy tales and stories by the Grimm Brothers of Hans Christen Andersen.

It is one where sins are not shunned but encouraged.

Kings and queens interfere with the peace once built by the people to become one of villainy and devilish intentions - pillaging and conquering lands to become stronger and “better”.

The ones labelled “magical” or “not human” were either killed or hidden far away, never to be seen once again.

You were born into this - this world filled with anguish and pain.

You were born to be on the top of the food chain - to rule a twisted and dark country: Thelphs.

“Y/N, don’t writhe in pain. You are next-in-line for the throne - a simple wound like this should not make you fall.”

“Y/N, a leader never hides away from death - they face it and make it their weapon.”

“Hold your sword higher! You need the correct angle to slice through someone cleanly!”

“Do not taint the name of Thelphs, young one - death is not the thing you should be worried of but me.”

“If you don’t win, you are no longer my kin.”

Your father’s words rang in your head as you reached the land of Aldis - the land that never fell to the wants of humanity and shunned it.

Aldis protected the supernatural world. They were the ones who held onto the desire to make Magia what it was many, many years ago.

It was known for the beauty it held - the flowers were said to sing songs every day and every night and the mountains shook the ground once a month to say thank you to their valiant effort in protecting what the world of Magia should be.

And yet here you are; leading a line of men wielding swords and cannons aplenty to kill the very thing the world should be.

“Onward,” you shouted as you and your man marched down the stone roads of Aldis, “Fight, my people - fight for Thelphs, fight for your King!”

You pulled the sword sheathed in your belt and pointed towards the land before you. Soon, an uproar formed from the men behind you as you all marched towards the lines of houses.

You begged your humanity to hide as you wielded the weapon in your hand and slashed through hundreds of innocent people.

You begged your ears to close just for a few hours so that the screams of children could not enter as you pillaged their homes, reaping all their goods.

You felt the ground shake below you, trying its best to stop you from killing any more living things, yet you couldn’t.

A haze formed in front of your eyes, hiding all of your caring sides. You could only feel bloodlust - the need to slaughter and to feel the blood of others on you.

It was no use. Your feet, despite being on a moving floor, were still holding on to the ground, The grip you hand on your sword didn’t loosen and tightened.

If you were meant to be a machine designed to kill, you needed to carry out your job properly to ensure you aren’t thrown away.

The fairies soon came to attack you and your men, but you couldn’t kill it.

It was the first time you saw one that had magical abilities. The beauty it held entranced you.

Their wings were translucent. The light that hit it would change colour thanks to the dust that left its wings, forming somewhat of a halo around them. Their hair reached the very bottom of their legs. It swished back and forth as they flew towards you.

A pang was felt in your heart when you remembered your father’s words.

He said the fairies were ones who never cared about humans and instead mooch humans to live.

They were pests that needed to be killed, according to him.

But they are fighting alongside humans right now to protect their homes.

It was clear your father’s words were far from the truth, yet you needed to follow his wants, his needs.

You begged your limbs to move on their own so that you didn’t feel the piles of flesh go through your blade.

But you couldn’t.

You had to stay conscious through all the pain and misery you were giving to those who didn’t even deserve it.

The mixture of both human and fairy blood soaked your inner shirt, forever staining it.

The once grey tiles that covered the floor of Aldis now are forever painted red, and it was thanks to your orders.

You walked through the mountains of bodies, the blood streaming from them staining your shoes.

This was your fault.

This was all your fault.

You looked up to the sky, praying for the rain to fall and wash away your sins, but you could only see the clear, blue sky staring back at you. The clouds moved slowly through the pale blue background midst hiding the Sun’s blinding light away from you.

Semi, your commander soon stood beside you.

“My liege-”

“I killed them - I killed angel-like fairies. I killed humans, I made the ground shake - literally - and I killed the first-ever fairy I have seen. How did my father do this and still walk around Thelphs with no regrets?”

“Y/N...” Semi said, trying to console you.

But you could only laugh.

This.

This is what it means to be human- to kill those who don’t deserve to be killed.

“I can’t handle this anymore, Semi. I want to end this - all of this - so badly, yet I can’t even fight my own father.”

You turned your face to look at your childhood friend.

He too felt the same way you did - his eyes said everything.

Behind the coffee-coloured eyes hid guilt, sorrow and pain.

His face filled with the dust and smoke from the bombs that your men slung to this land. Yet, some streaks were starting from his eyes to the ends of his chin that were clean. Blood dripped from the top of his forehead down to his lips, leaving half of his face coloured in crimson.

Your thoughts rang clearly after looking at the man before you.

It was no longer about wanting to end it, you had to.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, “I will end this, Semi - this unneeded suffering and killings - I’ll end it all.”

He gave a teary smile to you. “Please, Y/N. I don’t think I can do this until I die.”

You pulled a handkerchief you kept in your pocket and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“I can’t, too. This guilt,” you shook slightly, tears threatening to fall, “This guilt is too much to bear.”

He raised his hand and wiped off the tears.

“My liege, you need to be strong. We’re going to face the people we’ve committed countless sins against. Impersonate the devil - be the evil person you aren’t to protect the name of Thelphs.”

He took the blood-soaked handkerchief from your hand and threw it to the floor, “After all, what but devils would do what we did?”

Your heart broke at the words muttered by the man before you.

He was the furthest thing from a devil.

He was the man who comforted you when you were crying.

He was the man who took your pain and gave you nothing but light and joy.

Yet he stood in front of you - covered in blood both his and others with a strong resolve.

You stared at him, anger flaring in your orbs.

“You are the furthest thing from a devil, Semi Eita. But, we are controlled by one. Innocent ones like you should have never fallen into his tricks.”

He was taken aback by what you said. Tears soon fell from his eyes, sobs that he hid from you all these years came flowing like an endless howl.

He placed his head against the corner of your neck. Your shirt slowly began taking in his tears as they trickled down your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his figure. It was your time to comfort him.

Once he stopped crying, he wiped his tears and gripped your shoulders. “We need to go to the riverbank now.”

You nodded and let Semi lead you to the body of water.

You saw how the people tried to protect themselves from your men. They formed a circle with the younger ones in the middle. The ones on the circumference of the circle gripped on their small blades as they threatened your armoured soldiers.

They cared for each other.

The strong wanted to protect the weak; they were willing to sacrifice their lives so that the legacy of Aldis lived on through the young.

“Bring out the carriages,” you told your men. They immediately nodded and proceeded to follow the orders issued.

You turned to the people you’ve captured. A smile managed to reach your lips as they looked at your figure with fear.

“I do not wish any harm on you. We’re just going to make all of you line up and bring you to Thelphs - that is it,” you finished.

Most of them nodded in fear, yet there was one who refused to listen.

His hands had burned aplenty, instantly telling you that he was an ironsmith. He wasn’t rich - the clothes he wore were tattered, many of the holes were formed through his hours in iron crafting, presumably. Yet, you didn’t doubt his skill in fighting. The way he held the sword spoke more than words. The way his fingers comfortably wrapped around the leather handle made you feel some sort of pride within.

He was a person of valour and determination.

In almost seconds, he lunged in your direction.

You didn’t want to take out your sword. It felt like the man needed to hurt you in some way to make himself feel relaxed.

You gripped on the handle of your sword but didn’t have the heart to pull it out of your sheath.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the small tip of the blade to pierce through your skin. You wanted to feel your skin tear from the man’s undying resolve.

But it never came.

Instead, you heard the clashing of metal against metal.

Semi had rushed to protect you using his shield.

He stared at you, anger visible in his eyes.

“You made me a promise, Y/N. Don’t you dare take the easy way out.”

You could only smile and nod at the ash grey-haired male in front of you.

You teared your gaze from Semi to the man before you.

The disappointment and vengeance in him began to grow. The flame he once held within grew into a blazing fire.

“Why? Why attack us?” he began.

“We did nothing to you. We protected ourselves and helped others who needed us. We never bothered Thelphs - not even once, so why?”

You couldn’t reply - your morals would’ve gotten the best of you.

“Chain them all to each other - take all their weapons or anything sharp. We’re going back to Thelphs as winners, we don’t need the scars to prove it.”

You heard the roars of the men who stood before you. In their eyes, they believed all they’ve done is for the betterment of the world you all lived in.

But you knew what hid behind the tapestry that was woven by your father - destruction.

You bit your lip, not wanting to ruin the cheerful moment your men were having - all you could do was stare at Semi and let your eyes speak of all the pain you were feeling.

From afar, you heard a howl that woke up your numb senses.

Werewolves.

Joy graced the victims of your purge.

Their saviours came, ready to vanquish you and your men.

“They said the future leader of Thelphs was one ruthless and evil miscreant, yet they seem awfully sad for someone who led their troops to glory,” a werewolf said as he emerged from the bush beside you, “They do have a heart, after all.”

You stopped the minute you saw the male that now stood before you.

His red hair framed his sharp-jawed face. His obsidian eyes stared you down, a passion forming within the two of you. His olive skin gleamed under the soft light of the Sun. As he moved, you saw the scars painted on his skin - slashes made by swords and vicious beasts shifted in variations of his peach skin.

The ends of his lips raised as his eyes raised up and down, taking you in slowly.

“Mine.”

He rushed to you, his hand finding its place around your throat. He gripped softly, but strong enough to keep your soldiers on alert.

“Stand back!” you said, urging them to move back.

“Oh? - So my mate actually does care for me, don’t they?” He said, his mouth reaching the base of your neck, “How sweet of you, my love.”

Mate?

“State your business here, werewolf.”

“Well, in the beginning, it was to help the people you’ve captured,” his hand travelled to your waist, pulling you in, “But I think my prey has changed.”

You tried to pry yourself off of him, but you knew, deep inside, you wanted to pull him closer. You wanted to throw the troubles you had, all the roles you were born to play, to cast away the men who viciously fought under your order - all of that, just for a male you have just gazed upon.

The pull, the connection - it was instant. It was present, unrivalled.

Its wants and needs rang so clearly in your head.

But you had a promise to Semi - to the country you loved.

“Let go of me, wolf.”

“You don’t mean that love,” he said as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, “You want me just as much as I want you.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you instinctively melted into the soft touch of his.

“Look at that,” he whispered, “You have already felt it, too - you know you can’t look back.”

“I can’t just give it up,” you tear.

“Then change it. I’ll stand behind you - change your homeland to what it was; a beacon of hope and freedom,” he smiled as your eyes softened, “This connection has to be proof that you were meant to be the change Thelphs needs, Y/N.”

You stare at his black eyes - more specifically the brown flecks that danced within them. They sang of nothing but determination and want - he wanted you, but he knew you had a want to change your homeland. He knew it all - just by a few minutes of just glancing at you.

He kissed your cheek, warmth spreading by that small action.

Your thoughts ran clear, the blinds holding back your judgement drawn.

“No.”

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occasionallyprosie · 3 years ago

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Swan Song Remastered

Supernatual Fanfiction - AU

If only an archangel can kill an archangel, then surely an archangel can save an archangel?

What if Gabriel actually tried to kill Lucifer at the Elysian? What if Raphael heard his little brother scream in pain and ran to his aid? And what if Raphael was as protective of Gabriel as Michael would be of Lucifer (if he wasn’t such a daddy’s boy) and Dean is of Sam?

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“It's good to see you, Michael.”

Lucifer nodded to Michael as Michael stood ahead of him. Using Sam Winchester and Adam Milligan as vessels respectively.

“You too. It's been too long,” Michael said, calm.

“Can you believe it's finally here?” Lucifer asked.

“No. Not really,” Michael moved forward slowly. “Are you ready?”

“As I'll ever be,” Lucifer admitted. “A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Michael conceded.

“Then why are we?” Lucifer began to step forward but stopped as quickly as Michael retorted.

“Oh, you know why,” Michael gave him a look. “I have no choice, after what you did.”

“What I did? What if it's not my fault?” Lucifer demanded.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Think about it,” Lucifer implored. “Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am! God wanted the Devil.”

“So?” Michael was visibly angry, but also restraining.

“So why?” Lucifer was just in front of Michael now. “And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point.”

“What's your point?” Michael asked.

Lucifer straightened. “We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.”

Michael looked away, taking a step back. He looked like he was considering it, like he wanted to, and he looked back at Lucifer. “I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son —“

He was cut off as another Angel arrived, an archangel.

“Raphael?” Michael looked at the other Angel, who was radiating anger.

“You.”

Lucifer took a step back, not of fear, but in preparedness.

Raphael didn’t look away from Lucifer. “You tried to kill him. You tried to kill — out of all of them, all of the angels, all of our siblings, Castiel and the other lower angels I can understand, you never knew them, but him? Him?”

“What is it you speak of, Raphael?” Michael questioned, obviously the only one in the dark.

“He pushed my hand,” Lucifer said. “He would’ve killed me!”

“Would he now?” Raphael scoffed. “And you couldn’t have just… stopped him? We all know you’re much stronger than he is!”

Michael looked lost.

“It was Gabriel, Lucifer!” Raphael cried and Michael froze. “Gabriel! The one who followed you around, who begged you two to stop fighting, who almost killed himself on purpose when Father had him give the announcement! And you almost killed him!”

“Almost?” Michael breathed.

“Only an archangel can kill an archangel… and only an archangel can save an archangel,” Raphael didn’t look away from Michael. “How dare you, Lucifer? What is your excuse?”

“He tried to kill me, if I let him live he would’ve only tried again and again until he succeeded,” Lucifer said. “And besides, obviously he was fine.”

“I had to slow Heaven’s time to centuries!” Raphael exclaimed and Michael gaped. “I only just stabilised him enough to leave him in the Rit Zien hands… and you have the gall to request Michael to stand down and step away.”

“This is not your battle Raphael,” Lucifer decided on his deflective response.

Michael turned to Lucifer. “You nearly killed Gabriel? Lucifer…”

“He pushed me,” Lucifer insisted.

“You know,” Michael straightened. “You haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me — all of us — and you made our father leave.”

“No one makes Dad do anything,” Lucifer insisted. “He is doing this to us.”

Michael looked a lot less regretful low. “You're a monster, Lucifer. And I have to kill you. If not for father’s orders, for Gabriel.”

Lucifer looked down. “If that's the way it's got to be...” he looked back up. “Then I'd like to see you try.”

“Raphael —“

The roar of an engine reached their ears as Baby began to drive in.

“Gunter, glieben, glauchen, globen! All right! I got something to say!”

The three archangels turned, Raphael did a full one-eighty to see the approaching vehicle.

“Hey it's better to burn out! Yeah! Than fade awa-a-a-y all right oh! Gonna start a fire!”

“Howdy, boys,” Dean said as he climbed out of his car.

“We're gonna burn this damn place down! Ooh, ooh! Down to the ground.”

“Sorry,” Dean apologised insincerely. “Am I interrupting something?”

Michael put a hand ahead of Raphael, stopping the younger archangel from immediately smiting Dean.

Hey. We need to talk,” Dean walked forward. Apparently not fearful at all.

“Dean,” Lucifer said. “Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.”

“I'm not talking to you,” Dean said coldly. “I'm talking to Sam.”

“You're no longer the vessel, Dean,” Michael said. “You got no right to be here.”

Dean turned to Michael. “Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry.”

“Adam isn't home right now,” Michael said coldly.

“Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup,” Dean told him. “But right now, I need five minutes with him.”

“You little maggot,” Raphael growled. “You are no longer a part of this story!”

“Hey, ass-butt!”

The three archangels turned as a Molotov flew through the air right at Michael.

That’s when it was suddenly directed a different direction.

“Yeah, sorry Cassie,”

They all — two humans, Angel, and three archangels — turned to the newcomer.

Gabriel stood there. “Singer, provide some wisdom and get your kid out of here. It’s not this wisecrack’s time to die.”

“Gabriel?” Michael breathed, obviously shocked.

“What are you doing here?!” Raphael demanded. “You shouldn’t be out of Heaven! You need time to heal —“

“You didn’t adjust the time, brother,” Gabriel cut Raphael off.

Raphael shook his head. “It’s still only been ten minutes, you still need rest.”

“I’m fine enough to join the family reunion,” Gabriel put his hand on Raphael’s shoulder.

The touch lingered and Raphael followed Gabriel back over to Lucifer, Dean, and Michael who was likely too shocked by Gabriel to smite Castiel yet.

“Hey Luci,” Gabriel called in a singsong and Lucifer turned. “I’m back.”

“Gabriel,” Lucifer acknowledged.

“Castiel,” Gabriel didn’t look away from Lucifer as he called over his shoulder. “Why don’t you get Dean-o and Singer out of here, Hmm?”

“Not without Sam,” Dean said instantly.

And like that, all four archangels levelled a very harsh glare (or a very annoyed look in Gabriel’s case) at Dean.

Gabriel snapped his fingers and all three and the impala disappeared.

Raphael instantly grabbed Gabriel’s shoulder, as if to steady him but it didn’t seem as though he needed it.

“Still protecting them,” Lucifer sneered.

Gabriel shot Lucifer a glare, his hand sliding into his pocket. “They deserve it a hell of a lot more than you do.”

“Those abortions?” Lucifer challenged.

Gabriel shoved past both Raphael and Michael. “They are better than you will ever be. Many know when they do wrong —“

“Yet they still do it?”

“Yeah. But at least most of them don’t try and pretend they’re the victims.”

“Gabriel,” Michael pushed himself between the golden one and the white one. “This isn’t your fight.”

Gabriel looked at Michael. He reached over and grabbed Michael’s arm, there was a look in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I really am… but I can’t let you guys do it. I can’t let you fight again and just destroy the world. Not again.”

“You can’t stop us,” Lucifer said, getting closer.

“Gabriel, you know our father’s word.”

“Oh yeah I do. And he said our first objective is to love and care for humans. I… I guess that means that I’m following it now.”

Raphael tilted his head slightly when something fell from Gabriel’s pocket.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and he moved down to grab it, he muttered something.

“You little —“

“Trickster,” Gabriel grinned up at Lucifer.

A portal opened up below them with Michael holding onto Gabriel in surprise and Gabriel grabbing Lucifer’s arm, the three fell.

“NO!” Raphael screamed. He moved forward but the moment the three were in, the portal closed.

This action left Raphael with one choice and one choice only. In his eyes at least.

Lilith was simply a shortcut, a method to bypass having to open all of the seals and leave the Cage unlocked indefinitely, it would take time but Raphael was a patient Angel.

If it took a century to raise the Fighter, the Lightbringer, and the Messenger from perdition, then so be it. The Healer knew the costs of a high-stakes save.

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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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DEVIL MAY GRIND

(I)- Can You Touch This?

Dante/ AMAB! Reader

Series Summary: From a surprise rendezvous to a male strip club on your birthday to a private dance, you end up seeing eye-to-eye rather than eye-to-groin with a cowboy stripper named Dante Sparda.

Work Summary: A shy and short homebody celebrating your birthday with friends, you end up somewhere you’d never expect: a male strip club. And what you’d also never expect is a certain red-devil/cowboy stripper to lay his special treatment on you.

Tags/Warnings:18+, AMAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Minors Do Not Try It, Wholesome Filth

Rodeo’s Two-Pieces: And after months, Rodeo presents the male version of this soon-to-be filth. *tilts cowboy hat over eyes and leans in seat*

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club.

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys! That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building.

So when you couldn’t hear your thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face.

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?”

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled-up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills.

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!”

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you.

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin.

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers.

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor.

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot.

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar.

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your favorite pair of dressy sneakers. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home.

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence.

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink.

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting.

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled.

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation.

“I’m Dante.”

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled.

“Nice name for a nice man. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded.

“What did you wish for?”

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants.

“With those friends?” He chuckled.

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined.

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself.

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned.

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner.

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face.

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin.

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-” Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room.

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends.

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?”

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased.

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness.

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm.

“Oh boy, they’re gonna need a mop after this.”

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic.

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.”

The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across.

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock.

White hair.

“Ladies and gents, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat.

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement.

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table.

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked-down muscles.

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted.

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands.

His hands groped his butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare.

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt.

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face.

“Now,” He pointed to the crowd.

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package.

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching.

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word.

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs.

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.”

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight.

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.” He pointed at the DJ.

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back.

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs.

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you.

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts.

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast.

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, handsome?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake!

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened.

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked.

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped.

“Take a seat, sir.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended.

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval.

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair.

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him!

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you.

Despite the one-in-a-million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded.

“Okay, Dante.”

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his peak-conditioned skin with your own hands.

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had been this close to anything like those erotic novels.

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?!

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up.

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation.

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her.

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze.

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile.

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him.

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed.

“Just givin’ a nice gentleman some lovin’.” He argued.

“No, get off the stage, Dante.”

“Five more minutes?”

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine.

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted.

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases.

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you.

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head.

“Ah! He left his hat!” You exclaimed as you took it from her hands.

“A souvenir.”

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service.

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes.

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at.

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom.

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.”

He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar.

“Hey dude, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner.

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table.

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either - DS

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest.

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your pocket, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club.

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver.

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your pocket weighed the heaviest on your mind.

With your keys in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home.

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh.

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular.

#amab reader #dante x reader #dante x male reader #devil may grind #devil may cry

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rod00dles · 4 years ago

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BNHA 301 - Todoroki Family Melodrama

Okay! So! We’ve learned so many more pieces to the puzzle!

What people have failed to realize is that we’ve only had Shoto’s narrative of the story up until recently. (Like until 'Dabi revealed himself’ recently).

Then we saw it from Dabi’s point of view, which “confirmed” people’s view of Enji. But now that we’re getting Rei and Enji’s point of view, people are saying things like it’s been “retcon” or such when that is not the case AT ALL. It’s all just a matter of perspective.

Shoto, being the baby of the family, had likely seen when shit absolutely fell apart already and took the brunt of it and blamed Endeavor for everything going wrong (which is fair). Then we had Dabi’s point of view that painted Enji as the damn devil himself. Ya still with me? Cool, cool.

However, we can finally see things from Rei and Enji’s perspective.

One thing I always wonder about was why Enji hated All Might so much. Why did he see himself as a failure to All Might? I mean, shouldn’t he be grateful and happy too that All Might brought upon this new era of peace? Something just wasn’t adding up for me and I continued to feel confused even as I read this newest chapter. It was as if he was obsessed with All Might, like his self worth was tied to this man. Hell, he WAS obsessed with All Might. He had such an intense hyper-fixation on someone that was never resolved nor questioned because he always pumped out good results and therefore it went overlooked.

When I saw his eyes when he met Rei:

I saw a man that was definitely somewhere else mentally. Not in love nor smug. Neither malicious or angry but...his mind is so focused on something that everything else he sees comes second. It is both overwhelming and fascinating. But through these eyes, he saw Rei. A woman that he describes as “...like ice. Strong, yet-... if I touched her she might have melted away...” which is synonymous for saying “strong yet delicate”. Which means he never saw her as someone lessor then him or something to control. Rei came into this marriage despite knowing it was one for Quirks because she had her own sense of duty to her family (for whatever reason that is).

Now moving onto his relationship with Rei: He was really fucking awkward. You can tell this man has never had a date in his life and if he wasn’t so fixated on All Might, he probably would never have had a spouse.

Yet we can see in his eyes and expression that he hasn’t yet become the man we saw in the Sports Festival Arc. He quickly notices something as small as her favorite flower.

When they realized Touya would injure himself trying to use his Quirk, it makes sense that he would immediately stop any thoughts of training for Touya. First off, that is like, literal torture being destroyed by your own Quirk (his own drawback is severely overheating himself if he pushes Hellflame too hard so the thought Touya not even having a tolerance for his own even hotter flames is just fucking wow). Secondly, he can’t train something that is doomed to fail from the start (sorry Dabs). But he already instilled that fire into Touya so it was like a major kick to the ass, hence his face in this scene:

As well as Touya’s stubbornness in this scene:

So Enji just. Stopped. He grew frustrated. He grew frustrated as he continue to have All Might surpass him, mocking him. But he didn’t push Rei nor the kids. We saw she had Fuyumi of her own accord.

But no matter how many times Enji discouraged Touya to stop overusing his Quirk, he persisted. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to be “defective” because if he was, then he couldn’t be a Hero and how could Endeavor, Number 2 Pro, not have a blood that can follow in his footsteps?

Because of his tenacity, his parents constantly found him with new injuries. It seems the only way they could think of to get him to stop was to crush the idea that he could be a Hero, let alone surpass All Might.

For some reason, Rei’s expression in this scene confused me:

It’s kind of like an “oh shit” expression and I couldn’t figure out why. Before it could be explained, it was shown that she had Natsuo-- another Ice Baby. We started to see the look in Enji’s eyes change. All Might continued to rein supreme yet Enji refused to train any of them. He grew even more frustrated and restless as time continued, it almost seemed like he felt cornered in a way. I imagine Rei was upset too because she couldn’t do the one thing she was supposed to in a Quirk marriage (she kept making ‘subpar’ babies). Then don’t even get me started on Touya--once he saw they were having more children, it clicked to him that he really wasn’t going to be trained by his father anymore. That he wasn’t going to be considered strong enough to ever surpass All Might and fulfill his father’s wishes.

Then it all changed when the fire nation attacked Rei had Shouto--

--who just so happened to be a perfect blend of the two. What joy. What luck. As y'all can see below, they all have a variety of expressions. Enji and Touya are pretty self-explanatory but Rei is the one that got me the most.

She’s fucking relieved.

Once I realized that, I sat in my chair stupefied. Did she...did she pump out babies so Touya wouldn’t have to be put under the spotlight anymore? Did she really do that? Did she work to make another fire baby so that Touya could finally settle down? Holy shit.

Yeah, she totally did. Because finally, Enji happened to get what he wanted (a strong baby) and now Touya wouldn’t have to be under so much duress right?

WRONG.

Seeing Enji switch his focus onto Shouto, crushed Touya. It cemented in the fact that he was a “failure” in his mind. He’s strong but he’s not. He’s weak but he’s not. Touya was an oxymoron decked out in a pretty cover. That’s why he pushed himself so hard-- to prove that he was be strong despite his drawback. He could ignore it. He could ignore the pain, he didn’t care about the pain so long as Enji didn’t give up on him.

But Enji talking to him again and again, about stopping his pursuit of becoming a Hero and exposing his failures, telling him to quit now before he really hurts himself is so unbelievably upsetting to Touya. His dad doesn’t see him as a prodigy anymore, as worth it anymore. As potential anymore. Why?

Because of Shouto.

It was all because of fucking Shouto. He was the reason dad didn’t look at him. Didn’t see him. It was Shouto’s fault and he hated him. Shouto, barely able to sit up on his own, was already proven to be so much stronger than him because he came right. He didn’t have any drastic drawbacks. He could carry out dad’s wishes and be a Hero, be better and surpass All Might.

Hence his anger and resentment towards Shouto in this scene:

Not gonna lie, while I sitting through all this, I was dead ass wondering where the fuck was Rei. Why did she leave this volatile child in the awkward and emotionally stunted hands of Enji??? Why did she trust him to discourage his behavior? Where was she to soothe his worries with her maternal powers? WHERE WAS SHE?

Then it all made sense to me here:

And I’ve never had a fatter “ OOOOOOHHHHH” moment then I did right there. Suddenly a lot of things made so much more fucking sense.

But that’s just my two-cents since reading the chapter and I could be completely off but I finally have enough of a grasp to see what’s wrong with this god forsaken family.

#bnha 301 #mha 301 #todoroki family #Dabi #endeavor #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #todoroki touya #bnha 300 #Todoroki Natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki enji #bnha spoilers #all might #notes

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gravityfallsweirdgirl · 3 years ago

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Physical abuse

Taurus Bulba Cause Darkwing to be scared of him by trauma when he physically abused him

In the city of saint canard, in drake's in house, gosalyn was having a nightmare of Taurus Bulba hunting her down.

Gosalyn: ugh, no, no, no

She can even still hear his evil laughter.

Taurus: (evil laughter)

Gosalyn: ugh, AH NO

she finally wakes up from the terrible nightmare. She looks around shaking from the bad dream, she finds herself in her new room. She brings her knees closer to her chin. Hugs them close, she saw sweating and stars crying.

Gosalyn: (sobs) (sobs)

Creak

Gosalyn: (gasp)

She heard her door opening, she looks up to see drake coming in, he had a worried look on his face.

Drake: gosalyn are you ok

She wipes her tears away as he walks over to her, he sits down on her bed next to her and grabs her shoulders gently.

Drake: what happened

Gosalyn: it's nothing

Darkwing: you had that nightmare again didn't you

Gosalyn: uh look it's nothing, it was just a bad dream I'm fine

She tries to go back to sleep but he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her head to his chest and hugs him tight. She felt his heart beating.

Drake: don't worry I promise you that he won't hurt her again

She starts to cry and hugs him back, they stayed like that for a while

Meanwhile in the saint canard prison a priest was praying to a cell that no one was ever dared to touch because of his hot temper.

It's been months since gosalyn and darkwing defeat Taurus Bulba but vengeance was the only thing on his mind, he looked at a picture of darkwing and another of gosalyn.

Taurus Bulba: saint canard You know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud

Priest: Et tibi Pater (And to you, Father))

Taurus Bulba: saint canard you know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Priest: Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned))

Taurus Bulba: Then tell me, saint canard

Why I see him there

Why his smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul

Priest: Cogitatione (In thought))

Taurus Bulba: I feel him, I see him

The sun caught in his feather hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

Priest: Verbo et opere (In word and deed))

Priest: Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin

This burning Desire Is turning me to sin

Taurus Bulba: It's not my fault I'm not to blame

It is the darkwing knight, The hero who sent this flame, It's not my fault, If in God's plan, He made the devil so much, Stronger than a man

Priest: (Mea maxima culpa (Through my most grievious fault))

Taurus Bulba: Protect me, saint canard, Don't let the madman cast his spell, Don't let him fire sear my flesh and bone, Destroy darkwing duck

And let him taste the fires of Hell!

Or else let him be mine and mine alone

(song pauses, guard knocks on his door cell )

GUARD: hey Taurus Bulba, the warden has been watching you

Taurus Bulba: and

GUARD: he's decided to let you go early for good behavior

Taurus Bulba: really I'm free

He looks back at the picture and smiles sinisterly.

Taurus Bulba: now that I'll be released, I'll get my revenge, I'll find that darkwing duck! I'll find him if I have to burn down all of saint canard!

(song resumes)

Taurus Bulba: Hellfire Dark fire Now Darkwing, it's your turn Choose me or

Your fire Be mine or you will burn

He takes out a lighter takes the picture, lights it on fire and throws it in the toilet

Taurus Bulba; But he will be mine

Or he will burn!

The next morning gosalyn head off to meet with dewy.

Gosalyn: bye drake, I'm going to dewy's

Drake: ok I'll see you soon and gosalyn

Gosalyn: yeah

Drake: it's only a dream

Gosalyn: don't worry I'm fine

As she heads out he gets a distress signal from his phone.

Ring

Drake: oh danger already, well let's get dangerous

He changes and hops into his motorcycle, with launchpad out with the mcduck family. He was flying solo.

He drives off into the streets, following where the distress signal was coming from.

Darkwing: now let's see where the danger is coming from

It leads him to an dark alleyway, he parks his cycle in the alleyway.

Darkwing: huh, this is where the danger is, not much but

Then someone was talking behind him and while darkwing was distracted. He gets knocked out by a fist in his head.

Thud

Darkwing: ugh

He was then unconscious and as he falls on the ground a pair of large arms caught him.

Taurus Bulba: (evil snickering) at last I finally caught you and now you will pay

Later that same evening, launchpad came back to drake's house.

Launchpad: hey drake I'm back, you want to go on patrol

But when he got inside all he was gosalyn on the stairs her head pressed against her forehead.

Launchpad: gos where's drake

He walks towards her, bends down and reaches out to her.

She looks up at his to show how worried she saw.

Gosalyn: i don't know I came back earlier and found that he's been gone

Launchpad: gone?

Gosalyn: he's been gone all day and I'm worried about him

Now launchpad was serious.

Launchpad: oh ok don't worry gosalyn, I'll go find him, you stay and I'll be back

He heads outside and goes find darkwing. Meanwhile with darkwing.

Darkwing: ugh

He wakes up to find himself in an old abandoned warehouse.

Darkwing: huh

His hands were tied up and up above him.

Darkwing: ugh (grunts)

He struggles to set himself free when...

Taurus Bulba: ah, I'm glad to see you finally awake

Darkwing: huh, (gasp) you

He saw Taurus Bulba walking slowly towards him, he was wearing a new red suit.

Taurus Bulba: (evil laughing)

Darkwing: Taurus Bulba, how did you escape jail

Taurus Bulba: I was left go for good behavior

Darkwing: I see that your still up to your old tricks

Taurus Bulba: well some time in jail can change you in ways you can't imagine

Darkwing: what do you want from me

Taurus Bulba: why revenge of course (evil laughing)

Darkwing: if you're after gosalyn then you're crazy

Taurus Bulba: (evil laughter) of darkwing such humorous but it's not gosalyn I'm after

Darkwing then saw him walking closer as her saw him stroking a table hidden underneath a cloth.

Darkwing: huh?

Taurus Bulba: and what I have plans for is something very big, you see after you and gosalyn defeated me, you were the only thing on my mind but there was something about that I couldn't get my mind off, something luscious

He slowly moves his hands up to his hip and starts to caress his waist.

Darkwing: (gasp)

Taurus Bulba: (evil chuckles) You see when I was youn I was raised in a religious house and was taught that lust is a sin but every time I see you I feel this warm fire inside and only you can extinguished

He then grabbed his front.

Darkwing: AH

Taurus Bulba: (evil laughter) oh boy, you really are enjoying this aren't you

Darkwing: UGH

He looks up at him and glares.

Darkwing: the only person that is allowed to touch me is launchpad and your not launchpad

Taurus Bulba: (evil chuckles) not yet but

He then moves his hands to his suit and rips it.

Rip

Darkwing: ugh wh-what are you doing

Taurus Bulba: what wanted, to do with this body

Darkwing: huh

Taurus Bulba then oils the cloth off to reveal torturing weapons and toys. The first one was a knife.

Taurus Bulba: but first

Darkwing: AH

He starts cutting him, leaving bloody scars.

Darkwing: ah

Hearing Darkwing go yelling in pain, makes Taurus Bulba becoming hard. He smiles sinisterly at him. He turns him around pushing him hard against the fall.

Thud

Darkwing: whoa, ugh

He then takes a whip and starts slashing it at his back.

Crack, crack, crack

Darkwing: AH (moaning)

Leaving him red bleeding slash marks on his back.

Darkwing: (pasting)

He then puts it back down and picks up a pink dildo, he was up to the wounded duck, grabs his shoulders and pushed something in his butt.

Squeak

Darkwing: AH (groaning) UGH

Taurus Bulba: (evil laughter) getting hard are we

Darkwing: ugh (grunts) oh shut up-AH

he puts it in deeper.

Taurus Bulba: watch the tone or I will push it in so deep, you taste it

Darkwing: ugh, I'm sorry launchpad

Back with launchpad, he searched for the motorcycle and found it in the alleyway. Next to the am abandoned warehouse.

Launchpad: huh

He picks up the helmet, he thinks for a minute then hears screaming.

Darkwing: AH

launchpad: huh

He hears them coming from the building, he quietly walks inside and was horrified To see darkwing being physically abused, beaten and shocked by Taurus Bulba.

Launchpad: (gasp) DW

Buzz

Darkwing: AH

Taurus Bulba was stunning him with a taser then we finally had enough, he grabs his tits.

Darkwing: AH

Taurus Bulba: (evil laughter)

Launchpad: ugh

Launchpad was getting angry as Taurus Bulba finally stops, he grabs his throat and raises his fist up.

Taurus Bulba: looks like this is the end of you Darkwing duck, you will save you now

Launchpad: I will

Taurus Bulba: huh?

He turn around to his launchpad behind and punches his so hard, he ends up unconscious on the ground.

Thud

Taurus Bulba: ugh

As he collapsed on the floor, launchpad looks at darkwing naked, bruised up and covered in bloody scars.

Launchpad: DW

he walks over to him, releases him from the chains, he takes off his coat, puts it over him and carries him bridal style out of the building.

A few days passed after Taurus Bulba physically abused darkwing, he was sent back to jail but drake was still Traumatized for what he went through.

As gosalyn was asleep next to him in bed, drake was having trouble sleeping, still covered in bruises, his chest wrapped in bandages. He made a upset look, he hugged himself, rubbing his arms up and down.

He then gets up out of bed, goes outside and reimagines the situation he went through. He was about to lose it when launchpad came in holding a cup of tea behind.

Drake: oh thanks launchpad

Launchpad puts the cup down and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him in for a hug and bringing him closer to his chest.

Drake: he-he touched me in places that I didn't like launchpad

He places his hands on his shoulders.

Drake: he-he made feel-I was so scared- I feel so violated and dirty, he physically abused me and ugh

He grabbed on to launchpad's arms as launchpad made a worried look, he then a him around, drake looks down in shame and then launchpad lifts up his chin.

Launchpad: you're not dirty, he just took advantage of you but don't worry I'll make you feel better

He pulls him in for a hug again. Drake's beak was mushed against his muscular chest and his biceps kept him warm. He closed his eyes and hugged back.

He felt his trauma has gone away.

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