#he called it disgusting human disease and i giggled at that.

[violentviolet-vv]

2nd post of the day.... 😎😎

Hahhs. can you tell. can youvtell what my latest obsession is. theres more but theyre Ugly. so are these but.they can be tolerable..... (oldest to. Newest i think? idk.you can see the visible art style change)

dont ask how in coping with the latets ii episode (my reactin when watching the episodr btw. theres more but i cant add more than 10 photos💔)

[lunamochii]

NYCTM: A storm is coming || part V

🎐content warning; s**ual harrasment, ANGST. Just prepare a bullet to shot Nate, death.

🎐a/n; please read the note at the end! Reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!

4.5k words

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Awoken by his slumber, Neteyam wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzled closely. Placing soft kisses on his mate’s neck, knowing that the two of you is sharing the same feeling. Remembering the years that have passed by where he would look at the sky and hope that you’ll come back on that day.

But with you laying beside him now have reassured everything, he can kiss, touch, feel your warmth once again. He promise to himself that no matter what it takes, he will do anything just for you not to slip away from his grasp.

“Teyam?”

You rub your eyes, slowly getting up then you felt his hand place on the side of your hips. Stretching your arms you blick twice before looking at his gaze, soft smile on his lips as he kiss your cheeks

“Sorry I woke you up, I couldn’t stop my self from feeling your warmth”

You giggled and went back on laying your head on his chest as he play with your hair, both of you loving the feeling of being close to each other. You look up to the sky and watch how the stars shine on the dark sky. Then you felt him moved now his the one laying on your chest, his tail wrapping around your legs as he let out a sigh

“Your heartbeat is rather fast, are you okay? He ask obviously worried since the reason that the both of you were apart because of your heart disease. Oblivious to it you just laugh before answering him

“I mean you’re Neteyam, the olo’eyktan. Omatikaya’s clan leader. Ofcourse my heartbeat would be fast!”

Neteyam snickered and tilt his head to look up at you and saw you already looking at him, you have th same look you always give him when you guys were younger. His throat itches as he struggled to say the three words, the three words he have been dying to tell you

A“Y’know.. I might actually like you ‘Teyam.” You smiled and stroke his face lovingly, his eyes went wide and abruptly sat up. He immediately covered his face by his hands.

“Aww is Neteyam the mighty warrior shy?”

“Shut up” he said still hiding away from you, making you burst into laughter and you remove his hand away, his eyes meeting your gaze

“I like you, Neteyam” he clasp your hands and pulled you immediately towards him, burying his face on the crook of your neck. His body shuddered then he let out a chuckle making you pull away from him

“What’s so funny?”

“Haaah just can’t believe it that the woman I like beat me on confessing”

“You’re just slow”

Neteyam caress your face, thumb stroking comforting circles then it moved at the back of your neck. Your breath hitch and look down to watch his other hand stroke your lap and slowly moved towards your hips

He watch you close your eyes and was about to kiss you knowing that this is the perfect time, your avatar’s body suddenly went limp and slump towards him. His heart beat faster than usual, as if telling him that something is wrong

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Not getting a response from you he immediately called for his ikran and carried you, he connected his queue to his ikran and immediately flew towards home

“Dad! Mom!”

He called out for help and his family immediately greeted him as he got off from his ikran while breaking the bond with his ikran, Jake saw you on his son’s arm and knew immediately something is wrong

“Jake!”

Norm arrived with his own ikran and Neteyam knew something is wrong, understanding it Neytiri carried you and signal his son to follow his father. Getting on his ikran, he prayed that you’re safe and sound because he don’t think he would be able to hold back

an hour ago

You were brought back to your human body when the link pod you were in abruptly opened up, your eyes found Nate looking at you with disgust as he pulled you up by your arm

“Nate! What is it? Let go of me!”

He drag you out from where the pods are and abruptly throw you at lounge of the lab. You glared at him but before you could speak up, he lean down and grab your chin forcefully

“Did you have fun spending your time with that shit?”

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed

“How dare you call him names! What is going on with you?!”

“What’s going on with me?! This is your fault! You are mine, Y/N! No one can have you except me!”

All of his actions is scaring you, you were with Neteyam’s arms but now here you are, being slam on the floor with the man who you thought was your friend

Nate push you down and got between your legs as he pin both of your arms above your head, you can feel your tears threatening to fall

“This is not you Nate!! Please! Stop!”

“You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re MINE!”

You tried to squirm away but his much bigger than you, he lean down and put a kiss on your neck and that’s where your tears began to fall as you cry out

“NO! NO! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP! NORM! MAX!“

“SHUT UP!”

He slap you so hard that you went deaf for a minute, you bit your lip hard to snap out of it and before you can push him away, Nate fly across the room and there you saw Jake, fuming with rage as he growl at Nate

“Jake!”

You exclaimed and Jake immediately help you stand up as he grab the white cloth that is hanging on a chair and wrap it around you

“What did he do Y/N?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak and look away and that made Jake fume, he stomp towards Nate who was looking at him with scared eyes

“Now you’re scared? Not so tough aren’t ya?!”

back to present

It took five Na’vi men to hold back Neteyam as he tried to get close to Nate. He let out a scream and tried to free from the hold of his men only to be pulled back when you shouted

“Neteyam! Please…”

You broke down and Neteyam is fast enough to catch you by his arms, he grab a mask and put it on you as he immediately took you away from that place. He brought you at the highest part of Hallelujah Mountains, still holding your shaking fame he got off from his ikran and sat down against a tree as he place you on his lap

“I will kill him”

He uttered under his breath as he kiss you on your forehead against the mask, soothing you as he brush your hair and began to hum the song his mom made for him. He can still feel his body trembling due to his anger but he tries to calm his self down knowing you needed him the most

After some time Neteyam notices you have stop shaking and your sobs died down only to find you sleeping on his arms, he smiled softly and decided to close his too. Relaxing once again with you on his arms.

You woke up first and felt somebody’s arm wrap around you and immediately to look at who is this person, you relax when you saw Neteyam. Placing your hand on his cheek, this action stirred Neteyam from his sleep

“How are you feeling, my Y/N?” He ask the moment he saw you staring at him. Seeing your tears building up again he immediately touch your neck softly as he can’t touch your face

“I feel terrible. I feel dirty. I feel broken. I don’t know anymore, my Neteyam…” he shush you by hugging you tight, he knew from the start that man is up to no good

“Nate is my friend but how could he do that to me? He declared his love for me but I kindly rejected him and I thought we were okay..”

Neteyam let out a low growl when he heard you say those words, he knew you’re too kind for your own good. Even though you appear fierce and stern, he knows deep inside that you treat everybody with the same kindness

“Tell me my love what he did… I will make you forget it”

You shook your head and stare at his golden eyes, your small hands against his cheeks as you smile at him

“I wish that my memories will come back soon, I just know that the two of us have shared quite good memories”

Neteyam just want to tell you that you two have been dating each other, atleast that’s what he thinks, before you were taken away. You two shared a bond similar to being a mate. But he knows better than to push you remember him

“Where did he touch you?” He ask, looking straight at your eyes, you looked away but he called your name again but this time, softly.

“He… he just kissed my neck…”

It took everything for Neteyam not to stand up and go down just to strike an arrow straight to Nate’s heart. You felt him tremble and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck

“Kalweyaveng!” Neteyam uttered under his breath and brought one hand at the back of your head as he embrace you

“I’m okay now Netayam! If not for Jake.. I don’t know what would have happened..”

He shook his head and bury his face on the crook of your neck, your human body is too small for him that his afraid he will break you if he hug you too much. You felt him place a kiss on your neck and your body move on it’s own, tilting your head on the side

Noticing this, he starts to kiss and suck on the skin of your neck. Marking you as his, hearing you let out a soft moan, it urge him to place more as he felt your hands on his hair

“Bear with me, tiyawn”

You were about to ask him when you felt his fangs lightly dig to your skin, enough to leave a bite mark. You shut your mouth immediately stopping yourself to moan out his name. After biting you down, he let his tongue run to the bite mark and place a quick kiss before moving away to look at you again

Neteyam was taken back at your reaction, your face red while your hands desperately tries to hide your face. He let out a chuckle before kissing your hands

—+>

The both of you decided to go back but not to the lab, he took you to his home where you were greeted by a crying Kiri and Tuk, Lo’ak and Spider telling you that they will beat Nate the moment they see him

“Thank you for today Jake”

Jake shake his head and hug you, he have always seen you as his daughter and seeing that happened to you made him go ballistic

“My child, scream my name and I shall kill that boy with my bow”

Neytiri said while stroking your face and you smiled sweetly at her. The couple hug you as they invited you to stay atleast for dinner, Norm and Max is arranging the room you will be staying here with the clan, as for Nate he was lock up to the prison where the Na’vi have caught several sky people who brings danger to their home

Nate gritted his teeth remembering how Neteyam held you, he grab his hair and repeatedly shout that you are his from the start, that your body belong to him

He took out a device from his pocket and click a button

“You can hear me right? I will send you the location now”

After saying those words he tap more buttons and his smile widened on what he just did. He took out a picture of you and maniacally stare at it

“If I can’t have you, no one will.”

—+>

It’s been days since that incident and you have holed up to the room that was built by Norm and Max. You didn’t want anybody to come inside, locking yourself up. Even though Neteyam have already assured you or that he got ‘rid’ the feeling of Nate’s touch on you

Buried by your blankets when you suddenly heard the horn from the outside, body jolting up you immediately grab a mask and put on your jacket, you hesitated for a moment before opening the door. You saw the clan rushing towards the entrance of the cave, where they seek refuge after the sky people destroyed once again the forest

You ran and when you were near you saw Neteyam standing beside his father

A“Our mortal enemy, the sky people, knows now where we are. In order not to put the clan in danger, me and Neytiri have agreed to leave”

You stood there, feet bound to the ground. Jake’s voice fading, you can only hear your heartbeat and as if a flood, the memories you shared with Neteyam came back to you. Holding your head you fall down on your knees, groaning in pain. All of it were coming one after by another, starting from where you first met Neteyam where he was fishing, it goes on until you told him you want to have your own avatar

Him confessing to you, you dating him. The date nights you two spend together. Your memories were all of him, your body and mind couldn’t handle the surge of the memories making you scream not knowing that Neteyam is already carrying you on his hands and placing you down on the bed where Max directed him to. He held your hands and his heart broke watching you groan in pain, beads of sweat forming into your forehead

“What is happening?!” He scream not liking the thought of you being in pain

“Her past memories is coming back! All of it!”

Neteyam looked at you as you begin to shake and Jake grab him as Norm and Max do their job, your pulse is getting higher and higher. Max quickly scan your brain and his guess it right that something must have triggered you and that was the cause of you to remember at once your memories

Neteyam was about to shake his arm off from his father when a na’vi soldier barge in

“Olo’eyktan! Sky people have found us!”

Before he can even reply a loud noise came from outside and the whole lab shook

“Go! We’ll handle her!” Max shouted and Neteyam look at you, your fist clenching tight as you let out silent pleas to make the pain stop

“Neteyam!!” Jake shouted at his son

“Argh!!”

Neteyam ran out and went to his hut and grab his bow and arrows, feeling all the rage he have bottled up as he mounted to his ikran and feeling the rage of it’s owner the ikran let out a screech as they fly down and his eyes widened seeing how the sky people have killed so many animals, he whistled and his men charge with him

Instructing his ikran to fly higher when a gun ship aim it’s shot towards him, the missile missed him but it landed on the cave where they stayed and the lab you were in

“Damn it!”

He position himself and strike an arrow towards the pilot and the ship came down. He let out a scream and the others cheered.

He fly down once again and saw his dad shooting down ships and his mother shooting those helicopters, he cheered when he saw his mother strike down two.

“Dad! We have evacuated the people but there are sky people here!”

Lo’ak said over the comms, he was told to stay back together with their sisters.q

“Have they gone close to the lab?” Neteyam ask

Lo’ak groan in pain and hid himself, just now he was fighting off this humans when something shot him on the arm and when he look back it was none other than Nate, he gulp before pressing the device on his neck again

“They— His inside the lab. Nate is inside the lab!”

Without thinking twice Neteyam led his ikran back to the base and shot the humans who were guarding. Lo’ak came out of hiding and hug his brother.

“Where is Kiri and Tuk?!”

“They are with Spider but bro you have to—“

“On it.”

Lo’ak swore the only emotion he saw on his brother’s eyes were rage. He muttered a goodluck to his brother before running towards where the others area

Neteyam kick down the door and he was greeted by Norm and Max kneeling on the side, Nate sitting down on a chair with your body laying on his lap, your head resting on Nate’s shoulder

“You’re here! Finally, guess they gave you a hard time”

Neteyam prepared to shot when Nate immediately got a hold of your mask, he smirk staring at Neteyam

“Shoot and I will pull off this mask”

“Kalweyaveng!! You sick bastard!!”

Nate laugh at him and stroke his finger on your legs and Neteyam can only see blood in front of him as he hiss and immediately ran towards Nate, the boy didn’t have time to move as Neteyam kick him right on the face as he snatch you away from him

“Shit! Get in here!!”

Nate shouted and five human soldiers got insides and began shooting, Neteyam grab the large table and toss it towards the two soldiers.

“Norm! Max!”

Neteyam pass you to Norm and they both nodded, the two scientists quickly run outside towards the door not noticing you who is slowly waking up

“You just shitheads won’t stop coming back?”

Neteyam uttered under his breath as he grab his bow and aim towards the soldier who hid behind the table he just throw, the arrow pierce through and now his left with two more and he didn’t waste time to shot them both

“ma Neteyam!”

His head whipped to where your voice came from and in a matter of seconds he was engulf by your hug and he heard you let out a screama

“No! No! Why?! Why did you save him?!” Nate grimace when he saw you throw yourself to protect Neteyam from the bullet he shot

Neteyam look at you then to his hands that is covered by blood now, your body starting to slip down. He crouch down and hug you, no words coming from his mouth

“Shit! You bastard!”

He heard Norm and a shot was fired bringing Nate down, Max came inside together with Jake

“Son!”

Jake put his hand on the shoulder of his eldest son and Neteyam look at him, his eyes watering, suddenly Jake was reminded of a young Neteyam crying to his hug

“S-She… she’s shot and I don’t know what to do.. what am I supposed to do?!” Neteyam broke out but he was silenced when you touch his cheek getting his attention back

“Neteyam, my mighty warrior…” you cough up blood and Neteyam shush you as he cradle your face

“Don’t waste your energy Y/N, Max is doing his best okay? Stay with me”

You smiled and touch his chin, you can feel your body going numb already. Max screaming at you not to close your eyes, his movements become frantic, Jake and Norm running out to find Mo’at and your avatar. The only way to save you now is to transfer your consciousness to your avatar

“Max.. no, Daddy… I— *cough* Thank you for taking care of me..”

You said while turning to Max and the scientist is already a mess. His tears stain his cheeks.

“Y/N! You will be better okay?! Why do you have to be so reckless?!”

Max cried out, the moment he saw you jump down from Norm’s arms while ago he didn’t waste time to run after you but he was too late as you throw yourself infront of Neteyam, seeing how Nate got up and fire a shot towards you

“Hah.. I thought you were used to it..”

More blood gush out from your wound and you can’t help but groan.

“Bring her to the tree of souls Neteyam! Hurry!”

He heard his dad over the comms and told Max to ride the gunship they stole and go to where the tree of souls. He knows that this is the only chance they got, his heart beat loudly. Hugging you close to his, he looked at you and saw that you can hardly open your eyes

“You will be save. You will be.”

Neteyam look at you before taking off, there are now gunships anymore as it was defeated while ago. The moment he arrived, he carried you and your breathing is already slow, arms going limp

“Neteyam?” You called out softly

“Yes my love?” He answered, taking big steps and when he saw his family together with the other clan members. He quickly climb up and lay you down on the grass, he heard his grand mother starting the ritual. He also saw your avatar laying just above your head

He lean down just to hear you say the words he was dying to say, he shut his eyes close and prayed to Eywa that she will bring you back to him. He lived his life so patient until he see you and now that you’re back. You are once again leaving him. He watch you take your one last breath before shutting your eyes

You blink twice as you slowly got up, dress in white you scan your surroundings. A quite place and cool breeze, you love this place.

“Do you want to stay here, my child?”

You heard a voice but there’s no one with you

“Yes, it’s so peaceful in here! I feel like all my worries are gone!”

You beam as you welcome the breeze brushing agaisnt your skin, you watch as the leaves of tree dance. The grass sways with the wind, even the heat coming from the sun isn’t that hot

“Yes, it’s very peaceful in here. But don’t you want to go back?”

The voice ask you again, you hum and sat down leaning your back on the big tree

“Back? To where? I don’t even remember my parents..”

“What about the family you have found? Do you want to leave them?”

You felt the air caress your skin again, you let out a sigh

“I’m sure Max will understand. He and Norm basically raised me and help me with the selfish project I made. I can’t keep troubling them anymore”

A bird suddenly landed on your hand, you began petting it as it coos. You giggled and let your thoughts rest, closing your eyes

“What about the man you love? I’m sure he will be devastated that his mate will leave him”

Your eyes shot open making you properly sit up, the bird flew away from your hand

“Mate? What are you saying?”

You heard the voice chuckle and the wind suddenly got strong, you look up and saw a light before the light can engulf you, the voice spoke once again

“You are my child now. Forget your past and start a new. I see you, Y/N.”

—+>

Neteyam sat beside your avatar, they just got done burying your human body and it took him forever to finally cover your face. The smile on your sweet lips is hard to forget, it was as if you were in a very nice dream

“Oh Eywa, please let us be together again..”

He whispered and cup the cheeks of your avatar. Suddenly he felt warm not from his own but to your body. The white dots on your body began to light up, your starting to breath and minutes later your eyes shot open as you take a good breath, your vision blurry but it quickly vanish as you look around and saw the clan cheering. You look at your side and saw Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak and Spider crying and throw their body to you

“Y/N!!!”

They shouted your name and you don’t even know what to do, you look up and saw Jake, Neytiri, Norm and Max crying with Jake hugging his mate

“Waahhh Y/N! I thought we won’t ever see you again!” - Tuk

“The thought of us not being able to team up to annoy Lo’ak broke me!” - Kiri

“I thought I would lose you sister! I will call you that once though!” - Spider

“I thought I would have to deal alone of my brother’s another depression era!” - Lo’ak

All of them blurted out between criea as they hug you and you can only laugh and hug them all. They were all taken back when someone cough, they pulled away and let the man infront of you grab you by the waist and hug you

“You never fail to make me cry! I thought I’d lose you!”

Neteyam broke into tears as he hug you tight, his hands wrap around you tightly

“Eywa had to remind me…”

You joke and Neteyam peeled himself away from you and you just laugh and brought his lips to yours, his hand immediately grab your neck and kiss you passionately. Though it was cut off by Mo’at who cleared her own throat

“Now my children I know you’re all too happy but we have just won to a war. Can we set those touching moments and rebuild the clan’s home and offer a prayer to the fallen clan members?”

You and Neteyam looked at each other and smiled. Hand in hand you stood beside to each other.

Eywa is right, you have your family now. Together with the love of your life, you will protect this people with your heart and soul. You felt Neteyam squeeze your hand and you squeeze back letting him know that you’re here. No matter what may come, you will face it.

This is your home now. You will fight for your love one and the peace you want the clan to have.

“The past is long gone. Let’s create a new memory, shall we?”

—+>

HELLO! I know it took me days to update but cheers to me and everyone who have read this series! I know the ending is a bit bad or really bad HAHAHA but I still hope you guys enjoyed it! I suck at conveying feelings through words but I hope you can feel their rage and sadness!

Also thank you to @alice121804 for suggesting a scene for this last chapter!

Next up is the epilogue! It will be full of fluffiness from Y/N and Neteyam where they shower each other affections! Ofcourse maybe some little intimate moments👀 Anyways, would you all be kind to let me read your thoughts? 💭

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[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

A Pure Soul: Nearly Taken (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: The day (y/n) comes back to the compound after being told all those nasty things takes a toll on their mental health and self-esteem. Unfortunately it gets to a point that Wanda hoped it would NEVER reach.

Request?: Still none.

Word Count: 3,456

Warnings: Ableism, eugenics mention, r-word slur, attempted suicide, attempted overdose, hurt and comfort.

Notes: This is a sort of “in-between scene” from “A Pure Soul.” The rate of suicide is 3 times higher in autistic people because of the world’s lack of understanding and willingness to accommodate us. Plus being told the world would be better off without you, along with people looking for ways to make sure we’re not born....that’s gonna take a toll. So it makes sense for these feelings to emerge.

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You know that the world isn’t very kind to the disabled.

You know that the world wishes people like you wouldn’t exist.

But that doesn’t make what happened hurt any less.

You were out shopping when you ran into your best friend from high school. Except....this friend wasn’t the same as you knew them. No, instead they showed you their true colors.

“Oh hey, (y/n),” they said.

Tone has never been your specialty.

“Hey!” you exclaimed happily as you were looking through the books at your local bookstore. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How are you?”

“Better. How’s the treatment coming along?”

This confused you.

“Treatment?”

They nodded.

“For that disease you call autism.”

This struck a chord, and it struck HARD. How could they say something like that?!

“D-disease?!”

They smirked.

“I mean, it just makes us humans lives harder to be around your kind.”

What?!

“What the hell’s gotten into you?!” you exclaimed. “I thought you were my best friend!”

“Oh?”

They pretended to wrack their brain.

“Oh! Yeah, I was such a great actor in that part. I should get an Oscar. Here’s the tea; I lost a bet and had to be your best friend for those four hellish years. I can’t believe they wanted me to suffer that much.”

Your heart began to crack. It was all....an act?

“You took my high school years away from me, made me miserable. I could’ve won prom royalty, but no one voted for me because I associated myself with your species. I’m glad you’re out of my life now. You’re nothing but a burden and the world would be so much better off without you. Why not do us that favor?”

Your heart shattered. You were so plagued with shock that you didn’t notice them push you to the ground and spit on you before walking away with a satisfied chuckle. For the next few minutes, you couldn’t say or do anything. You were just frozen to the spot, their words bouncing around your head.

Finally you were able to feel both the physical and emotional pain. Pursing your lips, you got up, kept your head down, and quickly left the bookstore, trying not to let the tears fall.

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In the elevator, heading up to your floor, you can barely form a new thought. All you can think of is that hurtful interaction. 

Burden, your kind, your species, disease....

It all hurt. 

And the worst part is that you can’t help but think that they’re right.

But your thoughts are jolted by the elevator bell. As usual you find the Avengers hanging out in the lounge. Nat and Clint are chatting with Wanda. Tony and Peter are working on homework. You can barely see what the others are doing. 

Almost instantly, Wanda’s eye falls on you. She has a smile on her face, but it falls when she sees you, as she instantly knows that something is wrong. 

“(Y/N)!” she whispers worried.

She rushes over and gives you a gentle hug, but you practically squeeze the life out of her. The other Avengers also come to your aid. 

“What happened?” Wanda asks you.

You gulp as she and Nat lead you to the couch.

“I....” you begin as you sit down. “I was out shopping....and I ran into my best friend from high school....”

You tell them the entire interaction. Shocked looks are nearly all around by the end.

“That’s seriously messed up,” Nat says in a mix of disgust and anger.

The others nod in agreement, except for Wanda. Instead she begins to tear up. 

“My sweet angel,” she weeps softly as she hugs you closer and pets your head. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel. None of what they said is true, not one bit of it. You’re an absolute joy to have around and you’re one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. You bring so much to the Avengers and to our lives. Autism is not a disease. It’s a part of who you are, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Wanda’s right,” Peter nods. “You’re wonderful, (y/n). You’re one of the best friends I could ever ask for.”

“And you bring a lot of new perspectives,” Nat adds. “You came into our lives when we needed you the most, especially Wanda.”

They all take turns giving you words of comfort and encouragement as well as letting you cry. Wanda stays the closest to you, to no one’s surprise, hugging you tightly. Her embrace is exactly what you need right now; so warm and loving. 

Tony, though not the most emotional person, does feel sympathetic and even angered at the person who said that to you; even though you’re on the opposite side of the Accords, he decides to get your favorite food for dinner. It’s not the greatest gesture of sympathy, but it’s definitely something. After that, you take a nice, warm shower and get into some fresh, soft pajamas. Wanda’s waiting for you in your bedroom, and surprises you with some soft socks that match your pajamas.

“I removed the fabric tags too,” she tells you.

Your heart melts a bit more for her. How someone as kind, attentive, and loving as her could ever be considered a terrible person is beyond you. You let her put them on your feet and they feel amazing. You wriggle your toes in them, smiling. 

“You like them?” she asks you.

“I love them,” you giggle before turning to Wanda. “And I love you.”

She smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you too, my angel.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night together, cuddling up close with one another, watching sitcoms, singing quietly. You doze off in her arms.....

But that doesn’t mean it’s over.....

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You’re not someone who easily forgets how things make you feel, and what that person said still makes you feel like shit. Now whenever you go out, you’re worried that you’re going to run into them. You keep your guard up and walk as quickly as you can. Every outing feels like a fight for survival, but you try to stay strong so that you don’t bother the others. You try to keep a smile on your face. You need to be strong.....

.....But even the strong reach their limits.

It’s a little after you found out they became catatonic. You’re at a coffee shop, nearly empty, when someone else walks in. It’s a friend of that person. You keep your head low as they place their order; four cups of black coffee, extra hot. Your anxiety is increasing, but you don’t want this person to think you’re weak. You keep your back to them, hearing the door open again. 

The other person is called for their order. Maybe you can finally get out of here.

The next thing you know, you feel something steaming hot being poured down the back of your shirt, on your head, thrown in your face, (which you luckily cover most of with your arms) and splattered on your arms and legs. Standing up, you cry out in pain as you whirl around to see 4 people from high school, among them the friend of your former best friend.

“It’s your fault my best friend can’t function, you retard!” the friend snaps as they push you around roughly.

“No one wants you on this planet,” spits another.

“You’re nothing but a parasite!”

“You just weigh people down!”

“You’re an embarrassment to society!”

“Why don’t you just end this?”

“It’ll be better that way!”

“Your birth was a mistake!”

By this time, you’re hardly a thread’s width away from a meltdown and you look at the cashier for help, but nothing. You try to take out your phone to call for help, but you end up slipping on the coffee, falling to the ground hard and in an odd position, hearing a crack. Pain surges through your body as you look at your arms; burn marks are beginning to form.

After they kick at you for a bit and spit on you, they leave. You look up at the cashier. 

“Why....didn’t you help?” you whimper with a whistle in your voice.

No answer. 

They don’t help you up either. Crawling to the door, you use a nearby booth to bring yourself back up to your feet. Suddenly you feel an intense surge of pain in your left leg, and not just from the burns. You look to see that it’s swollen and turning reddish-purple. You reach into your coat and get out your phone only to discover that it’s dead. Wanda’s going to be worried sick....you hate making her worry, and she’s been worried sick these last few weeks to the point where it’s taking a toll on her; so on the way back, you decide to take one worry out of her life for good.

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It’s dark when you get back to the compound. And lucky for you, the elevator is closed for repairs. You limp up the stairs, finally reaching the compound. As quiet as a dust mite, you open the door, biting down on your lips to keep yourself from crying out in pain; unfortunately, your lips took some burn damage as well. Limping to the bathroom, you shut and lock the door. You search the medicine cabinet and find some pills.

“This should do the trick,” you whisper.

You try to quietly position yourself on the floor so that you won’t hit your head. You want to be able to pass as peacefully as possible. But something gives in your left leg and you fall, letting out a loud cry of agony. Realizing your mistake, you quickly fiddle with the lid of the bottle as you hear footsteps rush in. You finally get the lid open and begin to pour out the whole bottle into your hand, hoping to get it in in time--

Click!

The lock turns scarlet, clicks, and the door swings opens. 

“(Y/N)!”

A terrified Wanda immediately snatches the pills and bottle from you with her powers. She makes them disappear before heading to your side, tears already flowing from her eyes.

“My sweet angel.....” she squeaks as she kneels in front of you gently taking ahold of your hands. “I didn’t realize you were feeling this terrible. I’m so sorry things have reached this point.”

You look away guiltily. 

“No, I’m sorry....it’s my fault. I never said....anything. You....you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks....all of you. I didn’t want to make it worse on you, so....I just kept quiet.”

Wanda shakes her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (y/n). It can be scary, but there’s no shame in reaching out. We all need help sometimes.”

Other footsteps rush in.

“What happened?” Nat asks. “Did (y/n)---?”

“Almost,” Wanda gulps. “We need to get them to the emergency room.”

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Are you fine?” Wanda asks.

You realize that it’s pointless to lie, and you shake your head.

“No, I’m not....”

“Then we need to take you to the emergency room.....”

That’s when she sees the burns and leg.

“Especially to treat these.....what happened?”

As they carry you to the car, you tell them about the run-in at the coffee shop, them pouring the hot coffee on you, how they were telling you all of these things, how the cashier did nothing to help, how you heard that crack. Both of them are disgusted and horrified at those monsters.

“I don’t care what they say,” Nat tells you as they get you inside. “I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I am too,” Wanda agrees as she gets in the front seat. “We’re here for you.”

“But.....my autism.....”

Wanda gently takes ahold of your fingers, careful to avoid the burns.

“My angel.....I can only imagine how isolating it feels to be in a world that’s not made for you, but your autism is part of who you are. It’s what makes you unique. If the world refuses to accommodate for people like you on their own, we’ll help them to see that they need to, and we’ll help advocate with you.”

Nat nods as she starts the car up and the three of you head for the ER.

“I....I feel selfish worrying you like this and even attempting....I just thought....you’ve been so stressed and I thought it’d be better to take one worry out of your life.”

“You have nothing to feel selfish about,” Wanda assures you. “What you did wasn’t selfish. You’re in pain, and wanting to do something to stop that pain isn’t selfish. But there are better ways to deal with the pain, and I want to help you with those. (Y/N), I can say with 100% certainty that I’m glad to have you in my life, through the good and the bad.”

Tears flow down your face as the three of you silently drive to the ER.

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It takes several hours for you to be treated, along with a few more hours of consultation for your mental health. Some of the burns are treated through surgery, so you have to stay for a little over a week to make sure you recover and stabilize. Your leg is put in a cast, and Wanda comes to visit you everyday. You feel much better with her and Nat.

A psychologist comes in to discuss a safety plan with you. You decided to ask Wanda if she’d come and discuss it with them. She said yes and Nat also decided to help. You all work out what works in terms of coping mechanisms, people you can talk to, calming techniques, etc,. The psychologist also recommends regular counseling. Wanda asks if there are any remote options for counseling, as it’s going to be difficult for you to get there with your leg, (Also, she’s a little worried that the therapist might try to take you away from her, but she does show concern for your leg) and to her relief, there is. 

You’re discharged after about a week, but you’re not to be left alone for a few days to another week or two, just to be sure. Well, it’s more of Wanda’s recommendation than psychologist’s orders, but the psychologist also thinks that that could be a good idea. You’re not really complaining; it’s more time to spend with Wanda. And she’s certainly not complaining either.

For that time, especially, she makes sure you know that you’re loved, wanted, valued. She practically dotes on you; as if she hadn’t been doting on you before, she’s especially pampering you now. The other Avengers also get the 411, and decide to help. If you need pain or sleep medications, one of them brings the proper dose to you. They take turns spending time with you and getting to know you more. If they need to go out on a mission, Wanda volunteers to stay with you, but if she’s absolutely needed there, she entrusts your care to Vision, a robot who’s exceptionally caring. You and Wanda regularly discuss possibly adding him to the relationship, but you’re not sure if she’s being serious or not. 

On one night, Wanda’s caring for you. After applying the prescribed cream on your burns, she helps you find an oversized t-shirt to wear as PJs. 

“This one’s softer than the others,” you note.

“I went looking for a shirt with a softer material than normal,” she tells you as she prepares a small dose of melatonin for you, one that you’ve been taking to combat the nightmares of those events in the hospital. “I know how much it tends to make you feel discomforted if there is one. I also made sure it was a tagless shirt.”

You smile and sigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve an angel like you, Wanda,” you tell her.

Hearing this she smiles and blushes.

“If anyone’s the angel, it’s you,” she says as she gives you the melatonin. “You’ve been there for me even when I’m at my absolute worst.”

“So have you.”

You take the melatonin before Wanda brings you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You brush thoroughly before spitting it into a cup that Wanda disposes of. 

“You know, I could go to the bathroom and do this myself,” you tell her kindly.

“I know,” she sighs. “I’m just worried, my angel.”

“What if I wash my face tonight with the door open?” you suggest.

Wanda gives this a little thought and nods. 

“I can work with that.”

Using your crutches, you walk to the bathroom where you sit on a stool in front of the sink. You wash and dry your face before heading to the bed with Wanda helping you get tucked in.

“You’re seriously an angel,” you tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone outside of my family that’s been as concerned about my well-being as you.”

“And you’re too sweet,” she smiles again as she finishes getting ready for bed herself. “If anyone’s the undeserving, I don’t deserve you.”

“No, it’s the other way around,” you say.

“No, I’m certain I’m right.”

You giggle.

“Wanda, if we try to prove one right over the other, we’ll be going at this all night.”

She smiles as she goes over to the other side of the bed. 

“Well, I know you’re an angel,” she tells you as she gets under the covers. “You came to me in a dark time, and you shone a beam of sunlight through the shadow.”

The two of you look at each other as the fairy lights hang above you. Of course you’re looking at the bridge of her nose, but you can’t help but glance up at her eyes a few times; one time they catch you, and they are stunning. They’re like emeralds to you; vivid, entrancing, mystical. Just a single glance, and you know there’s so much to know about, so much to discover, and you become lost in them. 

“I’m so proud of you, (y/n).”

Wanda’s gentle voice echoes against your eardrums and dances around your mind, soothing you into drifting even more. But then she boops you on the nose, making it twitch like a bunny’s and snapping you out of your trance.

“Huh?” you ask, looking lost.

Wanda giggles.

“You are too cute,” she tells you. “I was saying that I’m so proud of you for pushing through all of this. It’s not the easiest thing to do, and.....well.....I’m glad you’re still alive, my sweet little sunbeam.”

You blush upon hearing this and turn away, but Wanda gently redirects your face forward.

“There’s no need to hide, my angel. I want to see your lovely face.”

At that moment, you begin to feel drowsy and bring yourself closer to her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough, Wanda,” you sigh.

She brings you in closer and you melt into her embrace.

“Being with you, and you being safe and happy and alive.....that’s the only thank you I need.”

Leaning in, she kisses you gently on your forehead and you shyly return one on her cheek. 

“Goodnight, my angel,” she tells you as she brushes a strand of hair out of your way.

“Wait,” you say as she turns to switch the lights off. “Will....will you sing me those lullabies again? Please?”

“Of course,” she smiles. 

Turning the lights off, she returns to embrace you and softly sings the Sokovian lullabies her parents used to sing to her. As you drift off to sleep, you don’t know what’s going on in her mind. What’s going on with her mind? Her master plan, of course. Tonight’s the night she will finish what she started. Those monsters at the coffee shop messed with the wrong person. For the past few nights, she’s been paying them visits, doing the same things she did with your former best friend, and sending subconscious suggestions for them to gather in one place, thinking they’d be safer together. And now they have.

Tonight she’s going to make sure their minds are gone for good, but not before making them feel the pain and agony she imagines you felt. Her anger with them is in full throttle, so it’s going to be even worse for them. Telekinesis, fear projection, hypnosis, inducing extreme fear, she’ll do whatever she has to. Wanda will not leave until they’re nothing more than hollow husks, shadows of their former selves. With how they’d been acting on those nights, and how much Wanda has done so far, it won’t take too long. 

Because no one-and she means no one-gets away with hurting her precious angel.......ever.

[moved2usagiiboo]

Crystal tears from a Broken Doll—

Smiley x reader

This is an original series based off of fruit flavored chapstick. Going down the list of Tokyo Revenger boys shipped with the reader tasting fruit as they seal your lips with a kiss.

Angst, Tw; mentions of bullying, sexual harassment, and suicide.

You hated it. Everyday was a living hell.

Why?

Why you? What have you ever done to them?

Why must they make you a target. You no longer felt human anymore, nothing more than a shell of a person you once were.

You were forced to move to a new school after a drunken motorcycle crash. You had suffered with trauma to the head. You has amnesia which made you forget most of your past memories.

Maybe you did something wrong in your past, maybe you hurt people.

Do you deserve this?

The class bell rang, as the clock struck 8am. The first class of the day Math, you opened the door to your classroom— a jolt ran to your body as you gasped, your once dried school uniform now soaking with whatever was poured on you. Your hair glued to your face as droplets of the liquid plopped onto the floor.

Drip.

Drip.

Your hands rush to your body covering your chest hoping that you could cover what was necessary.

Your head began to spin as you felt eyes from the classroom stare at you, condescending looks filled with pity. There were others, ones with nothing but darkness filled in their hearts, those who get high off of others suffering like a drug who could only laugh making comments.

"Maybe if we get her a towel she'll show us her tits!" A male student roared while slapping his buddy's back.

"Yeah! Show us some tits bitch-chan~" Another male encouraged.

"Leave her alone! It's already embarrassing enough to be her. She doesn't need your comments you dick." A girl yelled slapping the boys' heads.

She tries to seem like a hero yet you refuse to help me. She won't even make eye contact with me. I can hear the muffled giggles.

You could only look down in shame as you covered your shivering body.

"This is a good look for you Y/n-channnn~" A girl purred as she got up from her seat. Makioma Takgu, the class president as well as your designated tormenter. She looked like a saint, her long flowy blue hair, pearly and enticing brown eyes, pouty lips, slim waist. Not only does she have looks but her smarts are out of this world, she aces all of her tests without trying, her social skills are impeccable, making friends with anybody she so pleases as well as easily manipulating people.

She's the goddess of word play, she can talk herself out of any situation.

"I told you, every day at 8pm didn't I?" She spat out walking towards your wet body.

"Y-Yeah, I tried to make it but my mom—" You life your face trying to explain as to why you were present yesterday. Your face whipped to the side feeling a sting on the left side of your face.

"Bitches don't talk. They listen." She hissed pulling you by your hair, jerking your head back. You let out an audible groan in pain, gripping her arm trying to get her off of you.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled flinging you back by your hair, "Disgusting animal!" She cried out holding the arm out that you touched as if she was touched by some deadly disease. You yelped as you felt your body bump into a something solid, yet it didn't feel like the door you were once standing in front of.

"Oi, watch where you're going." A gruff voice called out from behind you.

"Y-Yes! M'sorry!" You called out frantically backing away bowing to the male in front of you.

Nohoya Kawata, better known as Smiley. Once the co-captain of a well-known gang that went by the name of Toman. He gained the nickname Smiley due to the permanent smile on his face, the same story goes for his brother angry who always has an angry expression plastered on his face. They were twins.

He was a tall young lad with curly peach colored hair. He wore his school uniform with his tie slightly undone, buttons open, and under shirt not tucked in.

Everybody knew he wasn't one to be very social in class, possibly talking to a few classmates but other than that he stuck around his brother and friends he knew at a young age. He was known to be a trouble maker, always has a new scar on his face due to a brawl.

According to rumors, he's even killed people before but never faced because of his ties to the mafia. Allegedly.

Smiley scanned your soaking body up and down, then his eyes shifted over to the culprit of your obvious suffering, Makioma.

"Does picking on people weaker than you make ya' feel tough?" He finally spoke, his smile never faltering, yet you could tell by the drop in octaves in his voice and the very well present vein of anger on his face.

The entire class goes quiet. The class heard the rumors and refused to see if they were real or not, keeping all conversation and interaction with him to a minimum.

Makioma was terrified, she was shaking as if she was the one soaking wet with mystery liquid.

"You're pathetic." He spat at her in a cheerful voice, obviously fake. He walked over to you causing you to step back. The audience known as your classmates watched in fear worried for what he may do, yet nobody spoke up.

Maybe it was the mystery liquid on your body, your anxiety, or just pure fear but you were shaking like nobody's business. The hairs on your body stood up, you couldn't speak as your mouth felt dry.

He moved closer only for you to step back until you couldn't anymore, backing hitting the wall.

Smiley just stared at you with his signature smile, he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

"Thought I was gonna hit you huh?" He asks giggling, "Don't worry! I don't hit women." He smiles. Well, wider?

"U-Um." You spoke up only to be shut up by the teacher shouting—

"Nohoya Kawata, Y/n Homera, and Makioma Takgu!" Mr. Yukiama shouted from behind his desk in the front of the class, "Is there a reason you aren't sitting?" He questions with an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry teach!" Smiley says gleefully before walking to his seat, scaring the people be passes by.

Makioma sends you a glare before making her way to her own seat, leaving you standing.

"We don't have all day." Mr. Yukiama speaks up.

"S-Sorry!" You apologizes before rushing to your seat.

"See me after class."

Just fucking great. Class went by as well as expected, of course Makioma sent you glares whenever your locked eyes, the males made vulgar hand gestures about your breasts, and Smiley. Well, he would just stare at you, mindlessly.

He probably wanted his jacket back. Yeah, his jacket.

The rest of the school day went on, you found yourself staying after class to have a conversation with your teacher which left you in tears.

"You're failing multiple subjects, at this point you're going to fail this year. You obviously aren't applying yourself, if you refuse to put in the work, just quit while you're ahead."

You replayed the words he said over and over again.

"Disgusting animal!"

"Show us your tits!"

"It's already embarrassing enough to be her."

You couldn't take it anymore.

Enough... Fucking hell, enough.

Why do you have to suffer, over and over again.

"Worthless child."

Fuck, why is your life so shitty. Maybe it would be better if you just weren't alive.

You found yourself standing on the rooftop of the school, standing on the edge as you felt the wind in your hair. Your body was sticky from the liquid but overall dry, you pulled the jacket crossing the flaps to feel warmth as you stood in the evening wind.

Maybe you should just

Jump

One foot lifted off the edge, you grabbed the railing behind you testing yourself. One hand let go, now all that's needed is one more.

Just.

Fall—

Tears ran down your face as you tried to remember one good memory before you jumped. Just one.

Ah, the jacket. The warmth you feel despite being so cold.

Smiley-san's jacket. It was a small act of kindness but it brought warmth to your heart just thinking about it.

"Y/n!" A jolt ran through your body out of fear, you didn't expect anyone to be here, much less anyone call your name. You turned around to see nobody, you looked down and your eyes widened at the sight.

Makioma was wincing in pain as her hand was raised above her head. You went over the rail and dashed downstairs to figure out what the hell was going on.

"What the hell are you doing here, ah—" She winced as her wrist was being twisted with ease.

"S-Smiley-san..." You looked up in worry as you watched him twist her wrist,

"Oh? What are you doing here?" He questions never letting go of her wrist.

"You should stop! You're going to get in serious trouble!" You tried to convince him. You instantly regret it, he let go of her hand giving her a look, 'dont go anywhere', before making his way towards you.

Why did you say anything, you don't even like Makioma, if this was you.... Fuck if this was you! She wouldn't give a shit!

"What? Little bitch-chan is gonna take her place? Gonna get beat up for her?" He sizes you up, looking at your body seeing you still wear his jacket. He smirks when he sees the trembling in your arm as you clenched your fist. "What? Wanna hit me?" He bends down to your size, tilting his head.

For the first time, for once in your life. You wanted to defend yourself, you wanted to throw the first punch, make it hurt.

But, you couldn't. What if your parents found out.. Would you see the same look in your mother's eyes that you seen before in your nostalgic dreams?

You just wanted to stop being a pushover, it wasn't fair. You haven't done anything wrong, they just picked you. The new girl.

You felt blood trickle from the inside of your fist as you dug your nails deeper into your skin. You couldn't think straight, your heart was beating out of your chest as you saw him so close. Rage took over your body as you felt your face heat up, your vision blurry as you felt tears run down your face.

Smiley stood up straight putting his hands into his pockets looking down at you.

"The people I hate the most, more than those who pick on others— are ones who refuse to defend themselves."

Fuck it.

You mustered up all the strength you could gather, you clenched your fist once more before throwing your first punch aiming for Smiley's face.

You felt a smile on your face as your fists shook in fear, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Your body rushed with a familiar feeling, a blood chilling rush that excited you?

He turned his head to the side, surprised by the fact that you just hit him. He brought his hand up touching his face to feel a sting, his smiley tightened as he spat out blood onto the concrete.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Makioma yelled from behind holding onto her wrist.

"Shut the hell up." Smiley simply says shining her a smile before looking back at you. He looked amused, in one swoop he lifted you off the ground, body hanging from his shoulder.

"Huh?" You squealed as he carried you, "Let me go!" You screamed as you began to kick your legs and hit his back with your clenched fist.

"Keep making a fuss and I'll kill you." Instantly you stopped, allowing your body to go limp. Your mind ran as you wondered just what he might do to you. Maybe the rumors were true.

He took you back into the school, taking you up the stairs till you made it to the nurse's office, he sat you down on the stool near a bed before digging around the nurse's cabinets.

After a while he came over dumping a first aid kit onto your lap before plopping himself on the bed. You just stared at the kit in your hand, looking at him then back at the kit.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" He sighed dramatically before pointing to the bruise on his cheek and cut on the side of his lip. "You ruined my face, you gotta fix it." He smiles wider before pulling your stool closer to the bed. Right in between his legs.

Your heart pounded, you felt blood rush to your head as you shakily opened the first aid kit. He just sat there humming as he waited to be doctored on.

"You're slow." He speaks up with a sigh. Shocking you, knocking you out of your trance.

"Right! Sorry." You muttered before getting to work, you opened the kit and began to sanitize his cut. He sucked in air as he winced, "sorry...." You mumbled out again.

The room fell quiet as you worked on patching him up surprised at the damage you've done. You never actually punched anything before, your hands throbbed in pain yet it didn't hurt.

Maybe it was an adrenaline rush?

You then grabbed a square white bandaged, opened it up, then placed it on the bruise that was on his cheek, then you had to do the same to his lip. Using a smaller bandage to cover the cut on his lip.

"All done. M'sorry again." You placed your hands in your lap clutching onto the first aid kit in your lap.

"For a small girl you pack quite a punch... Why do you let that bitch pick on you? He gets straight to the point, "I mean, shit, I thought you dislocated my jaw!" He laughs.

"I'm so sorry Smiley-san!" You begin to panic, you try to explain that you weren't in the right head space, you were stressed. You didn't mean to—

"I'm not upset" He stops you.

"You're not?" Slowly calming down as he reassures you.

"Nah, I mean, pissed you slugged me but I took it too far. My bad." He apologized? Him? Apologized? To you?

"I thought you were going to kill me..." You mumbled out, putting your hand on your chest feeling relieved.

"Ppft, I scared you good didnt I?" He giggles loudly ruffling your hair. "You're too pretty to kill, Id rather kidnap you." He speaks softly, his hand raising to caress your face.

"What?" Your face grows red as your began to feel your heart race again, you just realized how close you guys were. You were in between his legs sitting on a stool as he caressed the side of your face. If anybody walked in..

"Hm? Going deaf? Said I'd rather kidnap you than kill you." He pushes some of your hair behind your ear, "Don't know why bitches always pick on the pretty ones.." He mumbled out.

He leaned in closer putting his fingers behind your head, his thumb gently brushes across your face.

"I'm not...." You try your best to avoid eye contact, turning your eyes away from his face. You're now extremely aware of how handsome he is.

Truth is, you always had a small crush on the peach headed boy, you saw how he interacted with his friends, classmates, teachers. He was never afraid to be himself, he seemed carefree, then you saw the way he defended his brother. The way he fought a teacher for insulting him. You looked up to him, so much to the point where he became your idol.

"Pretty girl..." He mumbles moving his face even closer to your own, to the point where you feel his warm breath against your lips.

"Smiley-san.." You whimper out, trying to pull away only for him to pull you closer with his fingers behind your head.

"Call me Nohoya." He demands as his thumb drags your bottom lip down, "Wanna hear you call my name again, like before."

Like before? But you never—

"Hm? Say it for me."

"N-Nohoya..." You stutter out.

"One thing I can give Makioma credit for is making you so obedient..." He chuckles softly. "Look at me."

And you do, you look at him. You see how close he is, you can only feel your heart racing as he touches you so gently.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks brushing his thumbs against your lips. You don't answer, you freeze up. "Fuck, I wanna kiss you.. But if you aren't comfortable." He sighs pulling away only to be stopped by your shaking hands gripping the hem of his shirt.

"I- Um! I wanna kiss you too!" You blurt out shamelessly closing your eyes from the embarrassment.

"Fuck, Y/n, want the whole school to know?" He mumbles moving back in closing you off.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, soon the entire school will know who you belong to." His lips are so close to your yet he isn't kissing you, he's just there, waiting, it's torture.

"Who do I belong to?" You ask feeling bold. He only chuckles in response.

"Me." He says before pressing his lips against yours, putting his hands around your waist to pull you in closer as he feels your lips against his own.

You lift your hands testingly putting them on top on his hair, only for him to groan in the kiss as a response.

Sensitive scalp?

You run your fingers through his hair as he deepens the kiss, he licks your lips teasingly seeing if you will let him in. You take the hint and open your mouth wider. He tightens the grip on your hips as he gently moves his tongue in not wanting to scare you off.

He pulls away for a second, you're both heaving with flushed faces. Looking at the light drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. Even though he pulled away your hands never left each other.

"Strawberry." He smirks before moving in to kiss you again, his tongue going deeper into your mouth this time.

"Nohoya..." You softly whimper as you bit his bottom lip, being weary of the cut.

"You tease..." He presses one "Fuck."

Two "You're." ,

Three "Cute." , kisses on your lips. You slightly grip his hair opening your mouth once more signaling you want more.

He moves in to give you what you're asking for—

"Smiley!" A voice shouts from outside the door barging in, catching the two of you kissing in the nurse's office.

"Shit! My bad!" The voice yells out turning around. Smiley only clicked his tongue in annoyance as a response which caused you to giggle at his childish action.

"Don't get all cheeky now Ms. Stutter mouth." He pouted as he pulled your cheek.

"Ow." You whined rubbing the cheek he pulled. He ruffled your hair before getting up from the bed giving the male a slap to the back of his head.

"The hell?" The boy yelled.

"You always come at the wrong times!" Smiley bickered with the boy. Now that you're looking at him, you see Nohoya and him look the exact same, except for the boy having blue hair and an angered expression.

"S-Sorry Y/n-chan." The boy stuttered out, he was surprisingly shy, unlike his outgoing brother.

"... Have I told you my name before?" You asked tilting your head wondering how he knew your name considering you never met him before.

Nohoya slapped his brother upside his head once more. Before running up and stealing one more kiss from you.

"You better wear that jacket tomorrow or I'mma actually kill you." He gruffed before leaving the room with his brother. You waved softly at them before touching your lips.

They hurt, but it felt good. Maybe school isn't so bad after all.

"Did you tell her yet?" Angry sighed rubbing the back of his wounded head, walking back home with his brother.

"Nah, not yet, imma wait." Smiley sighed bringing his hands to the back of his own head, "She's hella cute though right?"

Angry nodded in agreement.

"And she's all mine."

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

OK so I got this idea. S/o (who's this time has to be female) is also an octo mermaid but still from another world. So s/o gets into one of the pools and they discover she's a blanket octopus (if you haven't seen a female blanket octopus they're one of the most beautiful octopus out there with their gradient colors) and they get popular af like everyone is like "wow she's such a beautiful meroctopus" Yada yada. And Azul it's mad. Part 1

Part 2. And both Jade and Floyd notice it and decide to tell s/o who is shocked and sad because they have a HUGE crush so they decided to give him a gift. Since they know he doesn't have a octopus pot they decide to make him one. After months they give it to him and confess and he's shocked and ask for their forgiveness as it isn't their fault. At the end he and s/o cuddle inside of the octo pot in their mer forms.

OMG THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!!! I probably got this ask before thanksgiving so I am very sorry that it took me this long, HOWEVER, it is the longest oneshot I have ever written so that’s quite an accomplishment. There are photo references that go with this story as well so check those out before you read. 

Warnings: Slight language, insecurities, fluff, very very minor angst, fem!s/o

Word count: 4,710

Azul x Reader: Cuddle Pot

The above images are references for the s/o’s octopus species and the octopus pot. I don’t know who the original artist is for the second so if you know please let me know so I can give credit where due.

   “Wait seriously? You’re a mermaid!” Ace practically shrieks and you giggle. Placing a finger to your lips, you shush him as Deuce slaps the back of your over energetic friend’s head. 

   “Yes. I am a mermaid, but you can’t tell anyone yet.”

   “Why not?” Jack questions. His tail flicks in confusion.

   You sigh and think back to the last time anyone found out about your true form. Most of the people back in your world found merpeople to be odd and cursed. It was considered a disability and a disease. Human society often shunned what they didn’t understand. And that lack of understanding led to fear. 

   A boy in your old school had been your middle school sweetheart for approximately 7 months before you decided to tell him your secret. He had seemed so eager to finally go swimming with you that you had naively believed that it was all going to be fine. However when he stared at your flowey, shimmering form you felt yourself grow worried that he would no longer like you. 

   “Babe,” you started, leaning closer to try and grasp his face with your smooth, webbed fingers. “It’s alright. It’s just my merform. It’s going to-” He quickly slapped your hand away and stumbled back. 

   “F-freak, monster, disgusting. Stay away from me you animal! We’re over you deceiving B*tch!” He quickly ran away from the side of the lake where you had brought him. As dawns lovely lights sprayed your body with pinks, and soft oranges, tears slid down your cheeks and into the water below. He hated you. Oh what a fool you had been to think that he would be different, that he would love you anyway. 

   School had become increasingly difficult after that. Word spread fast and you were quickly isolated by everyone you had called a friend. Eventually you moved to a new place and decided that you would never love again.

   This wasn’t the case however in Twisted Wonderland. You were so pleasantly surprised to find people like you, and they weren’t considered freaks because of it. It had been a shock and you quickly found yourself yearning to tell others about what you truly were. Fear had you back though. At least up until that point.

   “I had a bad experience with someone I cared about back in my home world.” You stated softly. The boys looked at each other and smiled. 

   “Well this isn’t that world. You're good to go here since I can’t imagine anyone judging you for what you look like in this place.” Ace’s words reassured you.

   “He’s right. At NRC it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be bullied because of something like this. But what are you anyway?” Deuce questioned. 

   You giggled and leaned in closer to the 4 people sitting at the lunch table, (5 if you included Grimm, but he already knew). “I’m an octopus.” You said with excitement and slight nervousness.

   “Really? That sounds so cool!” Epel was quiet but excited when he spoke up for the first time since the conversation started. You smiled to yourself and mentally sighed in relief that the people you had next trusted with your secret didn’t view you any differently. 

   “Wait hold the phone. Octopus? Like Azul?” Ace pressed close enough that you could reach across with a napkin and wipe the side of his cheek that had been smeared with BBQ sauce when he scarfed his lunch.

  “Yes and no, Azul is a Common Octopus, which means that he is the standard octopus you mostly see around the ocean or in pictures. Basically what you imagine when someone says Octopus. I’m a different type of octopus, one that is more rare.” You pulled out your phone while talking to bring up an image. You held the phone so everyone at the table could see.

   “This is a female Blanket Octopus. We’re pretty rare but we are also one of the most beautiful kinds.” 

   Everyone went wide eyed and watched the screen as you scrolled through images of your fellow eight legged friends. Epel turned to you and grabbed your shoulder. 

   “You absolutely have to show us your merform.” Ace, Deuce, and Jack all nodded in agreement. You flushed and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. 

   “I don’t know guys. It would be a hassle to find a place where we could do it and I’m not sure I want anyone else seeing me. What if someone shows up and freaks out?” This time it was Jack’s turn to speak when he leaned back before smiling slightly.

   “Not that I care but I personally would show up to support you if you needed it. Besides, the school pool is closed after dark. However I’m pretty sure Ruggie has snatched a copy of every key to every lock in the building.”

   “Of course he has.” Deuce says rolling his eyes. “That hyena couldn’t keep his paws to himself even if his life depended on it.” You giggled but ignored the comment in favor of asking Jack if he could get the key. The wolf nodded and you told everyone to meet you by the pool at 9:30. Your friends nodded in agreement just as the bell rang.

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   The air was humid and warm, it was perfect for a late night swim, although your clothes would likely stick to your body when you changed back. Still you shifted uncomfortably at the idea of getting in the water with what you are wearing. A pair of leggings was slipped on underneath a waterproof skirt. You had a jacket over your bikini top but per usual you were unable to wear bottoms unless you wanted them to tear. You would have to be very careful not to let the skirt go up before you shifted.

   A sigh left your lips and Grimm, sensing your nervousness, rubbed up against your leg in silent comfort. Your friends were unlikely to freak out but it was still nerve wracking to think about exposing your true form to other non-merpeople. Hundreds of scenarios where something went wrong filtered through your head and promised that your anxiety wouldn’t leave anytime soon. 

  “BOO!” Half a shriek pierced the night before a hand clasped over your mouth.  

   “Shishishishishi.” You turned around in surprise and pulled the fingers away from your face.

   “Ruggie! What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted. The hyena snickered again and held up one finger. He made a circular motion and a key ring twirled around in response. 

   “Jack said you needed to get in here. Thought I’d tag along.” The smirk on his face irritated you but you couldn’t be surprised. You should have known that having Jack of all people ask for keys to break into the pool after hours was going to raise some eyebrows. Honestly you should have just asked him to invite Ruggie along anyways. Key or no key the hyena was likely to want to know what was going on. 

   “Alright fine, but if you tell anyone what you saw here today, and I mean anyone, then I will hide your piggy bank from you.” Ruggie’s eyes went wide before they narrowed.

   “You have my word.” You smiled knowing that you had convinced him to keep your secret despite the fact that if he really had told someone you wouldn’t have actually done more than try and punch him. Of all people you knew how precious money was in this world, considering the fact that you had none.

   Footsteps alerted you to the approaching presence of your other friends. You turn

around and find Jack, Epel, Ace and Deuce walking over to you. They wave and Jack frowns when he spots Ruggie.

   “What are you doing here? I thought you already gave me the key.” The hyena snickers and points towards the key Jack was holding. 

   “I gave you the one to the janitors closet, which I’m gonna need back by the way. I wanted to see what was going on for myself so I hung out here till Y/n came over, and then I figured it had to be interesting if she was involved. I didn’t know there was gonna be a crowd though.” He looked at you, “This must be one hell of a surprise if you got all the first years here.”

   Deuce pointed out that Sebek was a first year as well but the hyena shrugged it off saying “he doesn’t count as a student since he’s basically just a guard.” You figured that was Leona’s opinion and Ruggie agreed.

   “Guys it’s already late and I don’t wanna get caught so let's go in already.” Everyone nodded and Ruggie opened the gate. 

   Carefully you unzipped your jacket as you walked over to the bench. The water appeared calm and undisturbed, allowing a clear view of the illuminated bottom which was surprisingly clean considering teenage boys flung about in the water all day.

   You sighed and shrugged the jacket off before stepping out of your shoes. Setting down the bag with your extra clothes you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen. 

   Ruggie leaned closer to Jack and whispered something you didn’t catch but Jack’s response of “You’ll see.” was enough to tell you what had happened. Pushing your anxiety out of the way you lowered yourself into the pool, sighing as the cool water licked your skin. Giving yourself a moment to relax you let your worries leak into the water around you. You had always felt better in the water. It’s a merfolk thing.

   “Are you guys positive you won’t freak out?” You called to the edge of the pool where your friends were standing. 

   “Not unless you grow 10 heads.” Ace sniggered until Epel elbowed him. You rolled your eyes and looked suspiciously over to Ruggie who still had no idea what was going on. 

   “No promises.” You sighed, but smiled when Jack nodded at you, signaling that it would be alright. Who were you kidding Ruggie was a hyena man who grew up in the slums. What did he care? Feelings of worry taken care of, you sunk deeper into the water and closed your eyes.

   The feeling that comes with shifting is always a little strange. It’s almost like your skin has been turned to putty and it is remolding itself and when it reaches the desired outcome it snaps back into place and holds like it has been that way the whole time. 

   Once you felt the transformation had completed you righted yourself in the water and peeked an eye open to look at your friends. Ace and Epel had their mouths wide open in a gasp. One that quickly turned into a smile. Jack looked as though he had just witnessed a miracle and Deuce was still in shock. Ruggie’s reaction was by far the most extravagant. His eyes were wide and his mouth was curved into a questioning gape. He had taken several steps back and his ears lay flat on his head. Behind him his tail bristled and stood fairly straight, pushing up the too large shirt. 

   You bit your lip and examined their faces trying to come up with a conclusion to what they were feeling. 

   “That… Is so cool!” Ace blurted out excitedly and ran over to the pool's edge to get a closer look. Deuce and Epel followed him and Jack trotted over as well, but not before snorting at Ruggie. The hyena man looked your form up and down and took in the swirling shades of color that decorated your now sea creature bottom half. He made a small noise before shaking himself and casually patting down the fur on his tail, which was still tense but not as much. 

   “Ok, of all the things I’ve seen. That, I was not expecting.” You giggled at Ruggie’s flustered reaction and felt yourself relax now that you knew pitchforks and torches weren’t coming out. 

   The hyena moved closer to the pool and joined your other friends who were staring at you in awe. You blushed uncontrollably as you felt their gazes roam your colorful body. Decorative markings that spread up to your collarbone changed to a darker shade with your blush.

   “So like can I touch you?” Deuce smacks his hand against Ace’s chest and gives him this look that says “dude you can’t just say that''. You giggle and glide closer to them before lifting your arm which was for the most part pretty human, but had a lavender shade to it and a long silky strip of webbing that shimmered as it moved. The longest tentacle on your body rose out of the water as well and you shivered as the webbing stuck together in an uncomfortable manner. 

   Ace leaned forwards and stroked your arm and tentacle. His eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder. Deuce looked a little more unsure but Epel had no problem reaching out and gently caressing your webbing. Ruggie joined him and Deuce eventually stuck his hand out to stroke your arm, but Jack held back and decided that ultimately he only wanted to look.

   “Wow! This stuff is so soft!” Epel said excitedly. He was generally pretty quiet so you were glad he was comfortable enough to speak out. 

   “It’s so colorful. If we had silks this pretty in the savannah then we’d have lots of money. Say, where could I find more of your kind.” Ruggie’s smirk told you that he was just joking but you glared at him anyways and flicked water his way. 

   The hyena flinched and shook his head before laying his ears back and moving away from the water. Jack and Ace laughed at the antics before Ruggie growled playfully and distracted them from what had happened moments before. 

   It was then that Ace leaned a bit too far forwards and fell straight into the pool. You jumped and swung your tentacles back, instinctively spreading them out to make yourself look bigger. 

   You willed your body to relax as you recovered from the little panic attack and laughed when Ace’s head bobbed to the surface. He sputtered and swam over to the edge and climbed out of the pool. He lay on the concrete and breathed heavily while the boys around him cackled. Ace glared and stood up. 

   “You jerks I’ll show you how you like it.” Deuce shrieked as Ace shoved him into the water. You laughed with everyone else as Deuce came up for air. Sensing a sudden threat of being pushed into the water Ruggie backed up against the gate and watched as Jack pushed Epel in before diving in himself. The five of you giggled and splashed as Ruggie snickered at your antics. 

   You were so glad your new friends didn’t mind your merform. Even better, they really liked it. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders as you dived down to swim with your friends. As the five of you splashed and played with Ruggie distracted with your antics, none of you noticed a dark form smirk in the bushes. Nor the click of the camera that he had with him.

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   The next day was a nightmare. Apparently someone had spied on you and your friends and photographed you in your merform. People swarmed you asking you all sorts of questions. It was difficult to just get through the halls. Luckily none of the people who stopped and talked to you had anything unkind to say and the stares you received were more curious than malicious but it was still an uncomfortable situation to be in.

   For the most part people who knew you were pretty considerate about your space and privacy. Cater seemed absolutely thrilled to know that you were an octopus but only asked if you were alright with everything going on, instead of bombarding you with questions. 

   Kalim was a little more enthusiastic about the whole situation. Jamil ended up apologizing for him and pulling him away. Vil and Rook subtly commented on your merforms beauty before moving on. Diasomnia rarely came near you but Lilia gave you a sympathetic smile. Trey offered you a few baked sweets as he sensed that you were overwhelmed and as for everyone else you had yet to see them.

   The person you were most worried about seeing though was Azul. He was an octopus merman like you, yet you had never seen his merform. Unless you counted his overblot the only time you had seen him in full shift was in the picture you had borrowed from the museum. 

   He and the Leech twins will probably have an absolute field day over the fact that you’re also a mertype. You worried what Azul was going to think of you hiding it. Over the past few months you had developed a crush on him. You had a plan to confess and everything, but now that the secret was out you were worried that he wasn’t going to like you for keeping it from him. In truth you planned on telling him first, but figured there was no harm in letting your other friends know. Turns out there was and the whole school knew.

   Trapped in your thoughts, you failed to notice the two approaching twins and bumped into them as you turned around a corner.

   “Hiii~ Shrimpy-chan~!” Floyd’s ever changing mood seemed to pleasant as he greeted you with a smile and not a squeeze. 

   “Hello, Y/n. How are you today?” Jade's gentleman persona greeted you but failed to hide the questions and mischief in his eyes. 

   “Just say it already. I know you two already know.” You sighed and watched their faces light up with excitement. Floyd grabbed your arm and took off, dragging you behind him. “Wait!” Soon the three of you arrived at an empty classroom which you were promptly shoved in before the tweels followed, shutting the door behind them.

   “Y/n, my apologies for Floyd’s exuberant behavior, but we have been meaning to speak with you in private since the most recent exposure of your true nature.” Jade was calm and collected as always when he spoke and gently fixed your crumpled uniform which had been shifted while running. 

   “Shrimpy-chan! We have something to tell you!~” Floyd sing-songed before sitting on a desk.

   “What? Wait what is it? And where’s Azul? Wouldn’t he want to speak with me too? If this is about a deal the answer is no.” You folded your arms in front of you and put distance between yourself and the seemingly respectful brother. The twins looked at eachother and you caught a glimpse of something passing through their eyes before Floyd pouted.

   “Aww, what’s wrong with making deals with us? We promise to be real nice this time and not leave you homeless. You could stay with us at Octavinelle!” You rolled your eyes as Floyd giggled and swung his long legs despite the fact that they could easily reach the floor from his seat. 

   “The truth is, Azul is jealous.”

   “What!” You turned and exclaimed at Jade’s statement. The tall mage nodded and continued with a strange look on his face like he wasn’t bothered by this at all. 

   “You are far more beautiful than him in your merform and he is bothered by it. Everyone has always shunned him for his octopus body and now you present yourself as one and everyone goes wild with excitement over your gorgeousness. Something he believes to never have possessed.” 

   You were stunned. Azul was jealous of you. He was upset because you were more beautiful than him. No. You wanted him to love you, not be bothered by you. Why hadn’t you thought of Azul’s insecurities. He just wanted to be an attractive merman and here you were, the same mertype as him and you were advertising your beauty to the world where he had to hide his away due to the fact that he was insecure. 

   Not bothering to say a word you quickly left the room and raced down the hall. You needed to fix this as soon as possible. Otherwise Azul might not like you ever again. Two pairs of mismatched eyes watched your retreat and shone with anticipation. 

   “How long do you think it will take?”

   “Not long Floyd. Luckily she was already prepared before we released the picture.”

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   Azul was so over this whole thing. He had rewatched the video and looked at the pictures about 20 times. You were so gorgeous and graceful in your merform; it just made him frustrated that he couldn have been admired for his tentacles. They were simple and slimy so most people hated them yet you were swathed in colorful silks that attracted every creature in the ocean. While most would swim by him or threaten to eat him, any sea animal that came across you would be hypnotised by your beauty. 

   The worst thing about you being an octopus is that it gave him one more reason to tell himself that you will never love him. He was so drab and you were well amazing. Of all the creatures in the sea you had to be a blanket octopus. If you had been a simple mermaid or even better a common octopus like him then surely he would have a chance with you at least. 

   A sudden knock on the door startled the mage and he stood quickly to make sure he looked alright before answering the door. You stood anxiously as he opened the door and grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to shut it. Surprisingly, Azul offered no resistance as you dragged him to the entrance of the aquarium. 

   Octavinelle’s aquarium had two sections, one was for regular fish and the other sea creatures that were on display from the mostro lounge. The other was for the residents. Any and all merfolk could use the aquarium if they felt homesick or separated from their true forms. This was where you chose to place the gift you had made. 

   Coming to a stop you turned and looked at Azul. He looked confused and excited at the same time. You took this as a good sign. 

   “Azul. Will you swim with me?” The merman’s eyes widened and he stood there processing your request for nearly a minute before responding.

   “Sure.”

   Giddy with glee you quickly leapt into the water and shed your clothes before transforming. Rising to the surface you looked up at him from just underneath the surface and he peered back at you.

   Strange. He thought for sure he would feel angry again when he saw you but the darling flush on your face and how you were genuinely happy to swim with him gave him another feeling all together. It bubbled inside of him and made him blush as he slowly lowered himself into the cool water beside you. 

   It had been a while since Azul had consciously shifted so he was a bit worried that he would do it too fast or slow and something would go wrong. Fortunately he was able to shift without incident. Once shifted he suddenly felt very self conscious. As a common octopus he was far more simple and plain compared to your swirling and colorful body. 

   You didn’t seem to mind however as you twirled and circled around Azul excitedly.

   “Come on I have something to show you.” Azul frowned in confusion but followed you regardless. You led him to a sort of grove area that he had never seen before. It was very well hidden but gorgeous as well. 

   You looked back at him excitedly and pushed through the sea vines to an open area where a ray of sunlight fell across and illuminated the gift you had spent months on. Azul’s jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the octopus pot that sat in the middle of the small room. 

   The base was grey and made of some type of stone. Around it sat lavender pillars and corals that surrounded the base except for the entrance. The round opening was smoothed and carved in a delicate design that resembled sea coral. Behind it sat a dark velvet cloth that was tied back with a golden rope.Azul assumed that was to block the entrance or allow for privacy. 

   The inside was decorated with lavish pillows in all sorts of cool shades. They were illuminated by a small yet classy lamp that hung off to the side. The outside of the pot was for the most part smooth and grey with a few purple undertones, but off to one side there sat a carving that resembled the waves and water foam, on top off which held a large pearl that glinted in the sunlight. On the other side a darker grey octopus clung to the top portion of the pot and spread its tentacles out in an elegant manner. Azul took note that the few that rose off the pot appeared to be for hanging things and one looked suspiciously like it was meant to support a staff. 

   You floated in place for what felt like hours as you waited for Azul to react. You reminded yourself to stay patient as he might not respond to it immediately. When he finally did react he did so without words. He simply pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows. You nodded excitedly before bowing your head bashfully. 

   “I’m so sorry that I upset you Azul. I never meant for it to get out in the first place. I was actually planning on telling you first and then giving this octopus pot to you since I know you don’t have one. Then things got messed up and everything and I’m so sorry. I think you’re beautiful in your merform and I hope you’ll accept my apology.” Your face burned when you spoke and you swished your tentacles nervously.

   “What?” You looked up when Azul spoke and saw confusion on his face. “I’m not upset at you. It’s not your fault you’re beautiful. Besides I could never be upset at you, octopus or not. I was distraught because I thought you were so amazing and I’m so plain and that there was no chance that you’d like me back.” You gasped and watched as his face slowly turned pink. 

   He dove into the pot and curled up, mentally berating himself for letting that slip. Shocked you glided over to the entrance of the pot and leaned your head in.

   “Azul. Do you mean that? Do you really like me?” He didn’t respond, you took a deep breath and admitted your own feelings. “Well I like you so…” His head snapped up and he let his expression grow into an ecstatic smile before coughing into his fist and composing himself.

   “Well in that case, do you want to come in and lay with me?” Azul ignored the fact that his face felt like it was on fire and waited as you giggled and moved in beside him. 

   “I’d love to. What do you think of the pot?” The merman smiled gently at you and spoke as he curled his tentacles around you and yours, him. 

   “It’s exquisite. I couldn’t love it more. Where did you get it?” 

   “I made it.” You muttered and flushed at the surprised and impressed look on his face. He shifted closer to you and gripped your hand with his. 

   “You did an excellent job. Thank you.” Your fingers intertwined with his and you pressed your forehead against his. 

   “I love you Azul.” You mumbled sleepily.

   “I love you Y/n.” He spoke before shutting his eyes and enjoying the warmth that spread through the pot. You’re silky webbing fell across the two of you like a blanket and after a stressful morning Azul allowed himself to slip into a comfortable sleep.

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   Two pairs of heterochromatic eyes watched the two octopus merpeople sleep soundly inside the pot and smirked with wicked teeth. 

   “How did you know she was an octopus as well?”

   “Floyd, surely you must have noticed. They both smell like takoyaki.” The eels laughed and quietly zipped away, leaving the octopus pot behind.

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - A Corpse, Cake, and a Cuppa (Rated NC17)

Summary: Aziraphale is Death and Crowley is the serial killer who keeps murdering to catch a glimpse of the ethereal being he fell in love with. (1714 words)

Notes: Written for the above Halloween prompt from @new-endings/M.A.D.#8943. Human Crowley au. It’s kind of gory, I’m not going to lie.

Read on AO3.

“Jesus Christmas!" Aziraphale yelps, tiptoeing through the thick pool of red coagulating on the concrete. Threads of it cling to the soles of his shoes when he lifts his feet as if trying to drag him down. Aziraphale has seen a great deal of blood in his time. None of it has been pretty. But this is especially gruesome.

He wonders if that’s for his benefit.

"Look at... look at this! Look at all the… !” Aziraphale takes a pause and breathes in deep, pressing the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to his forehead. Tension causes a vein to distend and throb - quite the feat since, as a non-human entity, he shouldn't be able to experience this kind of pain. Or so he thought. In the thousands of years he's roamed earth reaping souls, he's finally found the one mortal who can give him what humans call a migraine. And he doesn't like it. Not one bit. “Could you please just… stop already?"

Crowley grins, thrilled giddy by the arrival of his intended audience. “No,” he replies, shoving the slicked head of his filthy ax deeper into the severed spine of the fresh corpse at his feet.

Aziraphale grimaces as the blade lands with a resounding slap. 

That ax of Crowley's gets on every one of Aziraphale's nerves. It's effective for its purpose but positively unsanitary. It makes his skin crawl every time he sees it.

Crowley lifts it slowly, eyes Aziraphale menacingly.

Eyes his nice, clean coat, Aziraphale realizes.

“Crowley!” he warns, putting both hands up in defense. “Don't you dare... !”

But Crowley doesn't let him finish, hoisting his ax higher with part of the dead man's torso attached. He doesn't need to do anything after that. The torso falls from the blade and splashes down in the pool, accomplishing what Crowley set out to do.

“Holy... GAH!” Aziraphale leaps back to avoid the spray. He frowns at his clothes when he sees he wasn't quick enough. "Look what you've done! You’ve made a mess of my coat!”

“Improved it, I’d say,” Crowley snarks. “Given it a pop of color.”

“I've had this coat for ages and hadn't collected a single stain! Not one! And look at your shoes! Ruined!" He gazes down at Crowley's feet in despair. "I actually liked that pair.”

“Really?" Crowley tilts his head, batting his eyes innocently. "You didn't tell me that.”

“Yes, well... " Aziraphale busies himself fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket. Praying he’s swift enough to save the fabric, he pats at the specks on his sleeve "... it’s not my place to tell a homicidal maniac that he looks fetching in snakeskin, is it?”

Crowley pouts, his lower lip jutting out, making him look comically childish despite the streaks of blood running down his cheeks. 

Aziraphale’s brows pull together. He glances around, trying to work out what's wrong. "What? What is it?"

"You're being mean."

"How am I being mean?"

"You're calling me names."

"Accurate ones, yes."

"You sound disappointed."

"You think so!?"

“B-but... but why? I took your advice!" Crowley argues. "I changed me m.o.!”

“I didn’t give you advice! I said you should stop killing innocent people!”

“I did! This guy?" Crowley plants the heel of his sopping shoe into the dead man's crooked neck for emphasis. "He weren’t innocent! He was a serial killer, too! He just happened to be shite at it!”

"I can see that." Aziraphale peers into the vacant eyes of the man on the ground, spirit buzzing beneath his skin, waiting to be reaped. But Aziraphale is in no rush. In the choice between filling out paperwork and shooting the shite with Crowley, surprisingly, he chooses Crowley. 

Or maybe not so surprising, Aziraphale muses, biting his lower lip and indulging in a private chuckle. He rolls his eyes in disgust at himself right after. What are you doing? Stop that!

"Besides, I'm doin' you a solid!" 

Aziraphale scoffs, snapping back to his senses. "How do you figure?"

"You're Death, ain't ya? I'm keeping you in business!"

"I don't know if you've read the papers lately, dear boy, but humans are dropping like flies thanks to their own stubbornness and stupidity. You're slap in the middle of one of the worst pandemics in history, but instead of doing what you can to stay safe, you lot spend your time arguing over petty b.s.! I won't wear a mask! It's against my rights! I'm not taking the vaccine! It'll make me sterile! There is no disease! It's all a big conspiracy! Meanwhile, in the states, some orange lunatic has everyone drinking bleach! Believe me, I hardly need your help doing my job!" 

“Oi! Don’t lump me in with those prats!”

“Why not? You’re not wearing a mask, I see.”

“Don’t have to. I got my shot. And I keep me distance.”

“But you’re covered in blood! Did that man you dismembered have the virus!? You don’t know!” Aziraphale cringes at words that sound far more like concern than scolding. Which he should be doing. Scolding and ridiculing, and possibly calling the police.

But he won’t.

If Crowley were thrown in prison, it would be harder for Aziraphale to find an excuse to see him. Aziraphale has yet to decide if that’s something he wants, but either way, he’d prefer it not be at the expense of another life.

"Fine. Whatever. If that's the way you feel about it... " Crowley grumbles, letting what remains of that statement die as embarrassment rises to his cheeks, settling beneath the red already there. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns his face away. 

Just like a child, Aziraphale thinks. 

And as with a child, Aziraphale should have nipped this in the bud much, much earlier - like when Crowley realized that he could summon Aziraphale whenever he wanted by upping the frequency of his murderous antics. 

This, to date, is his twenty-seventh kill.

Aziraphale doesn't know how Crowley spotted him. He's pretty adept at avoiding human detection. But after victim number eight, Aziraphale turned around, scythe in hand, and there he stood: tall, gangly, bizarrely besotted, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses at one in the morning. Aziraphale thought Crowley was a run-of-the-mill psychopath looking for attention, seeing Aziraphale as a hapless dolt to play cat-and-mouse with, not knowing for one second who he was dealing with.

Not only did Crowley know exactly who Aziraphale was, but he had taken a considerable shine to him.

Aziraphale humored the man when their paths crossed so he could get on with his work, never for one minute considering the consequences. Thinking back on their past interactions, Aziraphale can pick out the hints Crowley had been dropping.

Aziraphale played right into them, and he could kick himself over it.

"We have to stop meeting like this," Aziraphale quipped dryly after Crowley had beheaded some poor, down-on-his-luck fool. "I'm going to start thinking that you have a thing for me."

"Finally!" Crowley tossed his arms in the air. "At this rate, I was going to have to murder half of London and spell out the words ’Will you go out with me?’ with their bodies. Do you know how time-consuming that would have been?"

Aziraphale had written that comment off as a morbid attempt at humor. 

Now he feels like an imbecile.

He’s going to get an earful from Gabriel if he ever gets wind of this. Aziraphale has been able to cover up the increase in London deaths by blaming the pandemic. But once people get their acts together and things calm down, he’ll have to come clean.

There’s a serial killer roaming the streets that has a serious crush on him.

Aziraphale lets out a heavy sigh as he comes to a decision.

A bad decision.

He's going to regret this. He knows he's going to regret this. 

But will he really though?

Aziraphale looks Crowley over, still moping with his nose in the air. He examines him at depth - his sharp features, his debonair style (hiding beneath a litre of blood), his devil-may-care attitude, his rowdy sense of humor. If he were another angel, or even a demon, Aziraphale would have asked him out already, body count or no. 

So what is he waiting for?

It’s not entirely unheard of, an angel dating outside their dominion. And as for the moral issues of dating a murderer, well, Aziraphale is an angel. He has a responsibility to bring sinners to the light, help them see the truth. That can be done anywhere, not just in church - on a street corner, in a diner…

Back at his flat.

Besides, he and Crowley have a lot more in common than Aziraphale did with his last paramour, an angel he had dallied with solely for the fact that he was guardian of comestibles.

It seemed like a match made in Heaven, so to speak.

Far from it.

“Look - if I let you take me out for coffee, will you stop the gratuitous bloodshed?”

Crowley all but gasps when that question leaves Aziraphale’s mouth, the grin growing on his face transforming, becoming less maniacal and more… normal if that makes any sense. "One cup of coffee. That's all I ask."

"Then come along. Here… “ Aziraphale snaps his fingers, cleaning Crowley thoroughly before he takes his arm. “If you're good, I'll let you buy me a slice of cake.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m a very slow eater. And I figure the longer I stay with you, the more I can keep an eye on you."

“Deal. But, you know," Crowley starts, his tone so filled with teasing he’s on the verge of giggles, "if you, say, spent the night at my flat, you could keep an eye on me for hours. Think of all the people I wouldn’t be able to kill.”

Aziraphale smirks, amused that they both had a semblance of the same idea. “You don’t say?”

“I do.”

“That’s blackmail.”

“More so than you bartering human lives against a cuppa and cake?”

Aziraphale shrugs, but he doesn't relinquish Crowley's arm. He does, however, relieve him of his ax so he doesn’t get any ideas along the way. “Fair point.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

~

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

~

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

~

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

~

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

~

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

[mamabearcatfanart]

“This is a bad idea, wench.”

“Inuyasha, it will be fine”, replied Kagome cheerfully, ignoring her hanyou friend’s grumbling. “We’re not going to stay in the village, I just want to ask if I can trade something in my bag for rice and vegetables. I know you can catch meat for us to eat well enough, but I’m afraid I need to eat more than just that, or I’ll get sick. And then what good will I be?”

They’d just said goodbye to Nobunaga, after helping him rescue Princess Tsuyu, and were on the road again to look for more jewel shards. Kagome had noticed their supplies were getting low when she’d repacked her bag; even with Inuyasha hunting, they still needed other things to eat. Asking if they could buy or trade for more provisions while they were near a village seemed to be a very sensible idea to her, no matter what Inuyasha said. She smiled as she glanced at the pouting face of the hanyou walking beside her, his pointed dog ears flicking in annoyance. They were getting on much better now after their recent adventures, but he could still be such a grump sometimes!

She noticed a woman working in her vegetable garden close by, and approached her with a bright smile.

“Good afternoon”, Kagome said, placing her hands on her thighs and bowing politely. “I’m so sorry to disturb you when I can see that you’re busy, but would you please do me a favour? I was wondering if-”  

The woman took one look at them both and ran towards the centre of the village. A bell sounded in the distance.

“Oh my goodness, did I say something wrong? I thought I was quite polite”, said Kagome worriedly, biting her lip.

“I don’t think it was you she was worried about”, Inuyasha muttered dryly. “C’mon, it’s time to go.” He turned to walk back towards the forest.

“But what about getting more food?” protested Kagome, tugging on his sleeve. “Look, she’s coming back. Oh. They don’t look happy.” The mob of villagers storming back along the road holding hoes and axes, and headed by an elderly Kannushi waving his fist made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Inuyasha sighed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you wench”, he said gruffly.

The Kannushi began hurling insults as soon as they were in hearing range.

“Begone foul demons! Remove your depraved souls from this peaceful village! We want none of your sort here!”

“What did you say?!” Kagome reeled back in surprise. This was all so unexpected!

“You heard me the first time!” the old man shouted. “I see through that disguise of yours kijo!” Kagome noticed some of the small children standing in the front gardens of the huts nearby were crying in fright. “I don’t care if you’ve got a collar on that dog of yours, we don’t want an inugami anywhere near this village. Foul disgusting beast, born of black magic! Bringer of disease, sickness, insanity! Cover your ears everyone, so the dog spirit will not be able to possess you! I will protect you!”

When the Kannushi produced an ofuda from his sleeve, Kagome drew an arrow and nocked it on her bow. She was shaking with rage.

“How dare you call Inuyasha that you racist bigoted pig! Apologise! NOW!”

Inuyasha had stood to one side while this had been going on, fists rammed in his sleeves, silent and stoic. But when Kagome leapt to his defence, his eyes widened in surprise.

The Kannushi sneered. “Why would I apologise to a beast!��� He flicked the ofuda towards Inuyasha, but before it could reach him Kagome caught it in her outstretched hand, crumpling it in her fist. It disintegrated with a flash of pink light.

“How dare you!” she yelled, stomping her foot. “I’ll have you know that my friend Inuyasha protects humans! He just saved Princess Tsuyu and the Lord of the Musashi domain from a powerful frog youkai, along with hundreds of other girls that were also trapped. How dare you accuse him without knowing anything about him at all! You should be ashamed!”

“Kagome…”, said Inuyasha softly.

She grabbed his hand, tugging on it. “Come on, Inuyasha we’re leaving.”

“Fine by me. I don’t remember wantin’ to be here in the first place.”

Kagome glared over her shoulder at the Kannushi as they began heading down the road that led back towards the forest. “I hope you get a boil on your butt so big you can’t sit down for a week!” she yelled.

 🌸🏹🌸

  They sat quietly beside the campfire, waiting for the fish to cook.

“No one’s ever done that for me before”, Inuyasha said, breaking the silence. He was staring into the flames, his amber eyes glittering in the darkness. Kagome turned the stick over the fire before the fish could scorch, letting them cook on the other side.

“Done what?”

“Defended me.”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “Well, you’re my friend Inuyasha. Of course I was going to defend you. I’m just sorry I suggested we should go there. He said such terrible things, he made me so angry!”

“I noticed.” He sniggered. “A boil so big that he couldn’t sit down for a week, huh?”

Kagome giggled, placing her hand over her mouth. “Yeah. Not the best insult I’ve ever come up with. I guess I’m out of practice.”

“Keh. Maybe I shoulda offered to shove Tessaiga-”

“Inuyasha!”

He snorted. “Just makin’ a suggestion.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, and went scavenging in her backpack to see what food she had left to go with the fish, then emerged triumphant with a packet of potato chips. He couldn’t help constantly turning her words over in his head. ‘Well, you’re my friend Inuyasha. Of course I was going to defend you.’

He still felt a little wary of her, it hadn’t been that long ago that he’d had his trust broken by another after all. He watched her share out the food equally on the little plates that she kept in that ridiculous yellow backpack, grunting his thanks when she handed him his meal. She looked upwards, smiling at the glittering stars above their heads, then began to eat her meal with gusto. He’d never met anyone like her before.

Maybe, just this once in his life, everything would turn out okay.

[notalittlebutalottie]

Hi! I was wondering, if you could write something with Klaus meeting human Caroline or Caroline straight after she became a vampire?

This is Klaus meeting Caroline after her transition and forgive any continuity errors! Thank you for your patience!

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #57: Opportunist♡

Klaus has been watching her sate her hunger for the last ten minutes. Katherine sent a message bragging of her new sire, an offering of sacrifice to spare her own life. The poor lad trapped in her arms barely stood a chance when she released her monster. It was magnificent. The girl before him was no sacrifice. She was leverage. "Might I suggest you find a more discreet location?” he finally calls out across the parking lot.

The young girl tears herself from her victim immediately, face smeared with crimson that clings to her blonde curls. Her eyes, though swirling with darkness, manage to find his. “Who are you?” she chokes out. She’s terrifying and terrified. She seems to struggle with the new set of teeth bestowed upon her as her jaw hangs slack. Drops of blood are collecting at the points like water hanging from the ceiling of a cave.

“A well-wisher,” he states, clasping his hands at his front.

She releases the boy and he falls into a crumpled heap on the ledge. “What’s happening to me?” Oh, her voice is so fragile, shaking on every note but she’s trying hard to mask it. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and rolls her shoulders. He can’t help but admire her stubbornness to appear anything less than composed.

For so many, it’s an affliction, a horrifying burden, a disease. He wants to sound empathetic, to soothe her misery with false assurances, but he can’t help but sound utterly amused when he informs her, “I’m afraid you’re in transition.”

Her jaw tenses and she drops off the ledge. “To what?” she asks the moment her feet land on the concrete with a thud.

Klaus’ lips slowly curl and he steps forward, gesturing out a hand. “Come on now, love, I’m sure you can connect the dots.” The veins under her eyes fail to sink back in, her urges undoubtedly driving her every thought. She lifts her chin and he captures it swiftly between his fingers. “Sharp fangs, lust for blood... Both very typical of our kind. I don’t suggest testing your reaction to sunlight, though; current media has skewed the public perception a tad.”

“A vampire,” she whispers. His eyes light up at the way she says it. Filled with dread and disgust. He can’t wait to show her otherwise.

“Clever girl,” he offers in return and drops his hand. He tilts his head to study her expression under the muddied remnants of the corpse behind her. “How do you feel?”

“Hungry,” she pauses and her eyes narrow before she adds bitterly, “and patronised.”

It’s good to see there’s a sense of humour hiding under the bloody visage of a newly-born monster. He chuckles and lowers his head, “My apologies. I don’t tend to stick around for the messy part.” It’s true. Baby vampires are unpredictable, more trouble than they’re worth. Not her. He will see to it.

“So why are you?” The blonde crosses her arms and clarifies, “Sticking around.”

He lets out a heavy sigh and paces past her. “It’s fascinating the lengths people will go to, to avoid my wrath, including turning innocents such as yourself,” he explains leisurely. He turns to face her and raises an eyebrow at the blank expression she holds.

“Wrath?” She finally scoffs out a light giggle. It’s the first time her eyes clear and he’s mesmerised by the bright blue greeting him. “What are you? Some kind of Boogie Man for vampires?”

“Something like that,” Klaus meets her in the middle of the parking lot once more and lowers his voice to say, “but perhaps I can be of service to you.”

Those pools of blue travel over his expression carefully. She grits out a reply, “What can you do for me?”

With that, his lips spread out, revealing a toothy grin. “Fancy getting some revenge, sweetheart?”

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[yanderecandystore]

How would (female) Darling react to a yandere King of the human world and a yandere Queen of vampires fighting for Darling’s hand)? [Headcannons]

Hello everyone, I hope you didn't wait too long.( ˘ ³˘)♥

I wasn't sure how to write this one, but it's a really interesting concept and I couldn't leave it behind.

 I don't think this is my best work, since the story that I'm going for is a little too big to be contained in a headcanon, so all may feel a little fast, and a little too long at the same time.

 So maybe I'm going to make an proper fanfiction with an longer experience of this events. And I'm sorry if this isn't what you were waiting for, and if there is too many errors. This is so huge, is a nightmare!

 Also, a little trigger warning, there is an mention of an increasing number of deaths caused by an "disease", but is mostly used in the headcanon as a little plot point, and is mostly because I like to reference the anime Shiki when I write about vampires. But if you feel like this may trigger or affect you in anyway, especially considering the recent events, I would just like to warn you right now.

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Crossfire [Yandere Human King x F!Reader x Yandere Vampire Queen]:

 Being born as an commoner was already hard enough, you didn't need anymore trouble in your life!

 You started working inside the castle as a simple gardener, attending to the gardens inside the castle walls. The queen was known to love gardens, well, until she passed away.

 The queen passed away years before you started working inside the castle, and the original king? Died a couple of months ago.

 Both stated to have mysterious causes of death. Most likely caused by an disease.

 The coronation of the prince wasn't so long ago, so he is your king now. But even working under his roof, you only met him a couple of times.

 Some of your co-workers who had been here way longer than you would say he was a childish, egotistical man, who only cared about his wealth and power over the happiness of others. He didn't have a good relationship with the older king, and his mother passed away when he was only 5 years old.

 It wasn't a surprise for any of them that the new monarch would be an bitter man. Yet, he didn't seem to tend to only his needs.

 Although he is very rude to you and the other servants, he seems to take his responsibilities really seriously. He seems, almost always on edge, but you don't know why.

 Your task made it really easy to never interact with him, he seems to dislike going in his mother garden. You started feeling uneasy out in the garden, you could tell someone was watching you, and when you looked to find out who it was, you could see the king himself watching you from a window. Yet, even when meeting his gaze, you still felt like there was another pair of eyes watching you.

 One day, when you start to feel really paranoid, he decides to visit the garden.

 "- Oh! Greetings, your majesty!" You bow down to him, trying to hide your surprise, yet it didn't go unnoticed by him, he did came out of nowhere while you were doing your job after all.

 "- Good morning, miss [Y/N], right?" He doesn't seem to care about being to formal, but you still feel a little afraid to act the same way towards him.

 "- It's been so long since I last came here." He says. Looking around at this place which seems so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time.

 He seems to be daydreaming, memories of his mother flow through his mind causing him to feel desperate to go back inside the castle walls. Yet, he feels like he needs to be here.

 He knows you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous in the garden, his mother said so.

 "- A-are you okay?" His breathing, his whole body language tells you he is not okay. His almost hypnotized by whatever terrible thoughts going on his mind. It's the first time you see a different expression on his face. It's not one of anger or of silent disgust, is fear.

 It's like a child.

 You can't have him passing out like this, you take him to the nearest sit so he can calm down.

 "- I am calm!" He corrects you, clearly lying yet trying to strike his usual confident and superior act.

 "- No, you're not. Please, tell me what happened, should I call the maids? The guards?"

 You asking what's going on with him, yet he can't find the words to describe it. He is too scared to say, so you should try to comfort him instead of asking too much questions.

 Slowly, he start to feel more comfortable around you, your eyes, your voice, the reassuring touches, it helps him calm down. Your presence makes him forget that his is in this terrible place. You call the maids to help him out, it seems like they already know what to do in this type of situation.

 Weeks after the incident, and it seems like the king has been way more attentive to you. Always coming to the garden to talk with you, although he doesn't like to go to far inside the garden. It makes your job a little more difficult since he seems to take all of your attention, yet is a better company than the winds that shake the leaves of the lonely trees.

 He doesn't seem to be so rude with you. He is a little narcissistic, but not really mean towards you.

 He never told you what happened that day, he only said that the garden brings bad memories. Ever since that day, he kept worrying about you.

 Trying to convince you to take the roll as a maid, it would be more beneficial for you, and he could keep you away from the garden.

 Yet, you never accepted his request. It seemed weird how fast you became close to the king. 

 You never understood why he would be so afraid at the garden, until one day, you unfortunately found out who was always watching you work in the garden.

 You weren't feeling well, so you decided to take a night walk through the garden. It didn't seem like an clever idea at first (and it wasn't), but when you saw the lights coming from the garden from the window of your room, you couldn't resist taking a closer look.

 Fireflies! They look like little stars dancing around the garden.

 You should have stayed inside.

 Someone, or something, came from behind and neutralized you. It was too fast for you to notice, but now that you're awake as in a completely different place with an familiar knight in front of you, you guess this is what happened.

 "- W-where am I?" You try asking the knight who is blocking the door. You try pulling yourself up, yet feel your hands immediately be pulled to the ground by the chains wrapping them.

 This makes you instantly freak out and fully wake up. You're inside a dungeon cell.

 Yet, the knight doesn't say anything. He just huffs at your whining. You were about to try take some information out of him, when someone knocks on the door.

 He looks at you one last time, you can't see his face because of his helmet, yet you can still tell he is threatening you to try anything funny. He turns his way to open the door and go outside, closing the door after getting out.

 You can't hear what's going on outside, but since you're all alone, you might as well try to take a good look around. There is only the door, a uncomfortable looking bed, and a window too small for you to fit in.

 Noticing that the only light in the room, was the moonlight coming through the window. It is still night time. There must be away out-

 "- Evening." Said an female voice. It was monotone, yet seductive in a way. You turn around to find an tall woman wearing dark, extravagant clothes.

 Her face was covered by an dark veil, it was as if she was an bride wearing fully black, or an black widow. You didn't recognize her voice, or her appearance, yet you could only feel extremely frightened by her presence.

 "- I didn't think you would be awake this early, but since you're finally conscious we can get to know each other." She says as she starts to walk closer to your shaking form. You can't see her eyes, but you can tell she is staring at your very soul. 

 This feeling is way too familiar to you.

 "- Who are you? Where am I?" Trying to maintain a confident attitude you ask who is she. Yet, you are visibly too scared to strike a threatening tone, she notices this and laughs at your naivety.

 She kneels down and is face to face with you. This is not exactly how she wanted things to go, yet she is just so thirsty, she can't wait any longer!

 "- Aham." You hear the knight call the woman's attention, he seems annoyed with the lady. But either she doesn't notice him, or is just ignoring him. She just keeps observing you with a smile on her pale face.

 "- Your majesty." He calls, oh, well apparently your kidnapper is royalty! You don't feel honored by that even a little bit.

 "- Yes?" She says overly cheerful, while cupping your cheeks and turning your face, examining your neck. You hold your whimpers, you feel like that would be giving her too much satisfaction.

 "- I'm aware I'm not in any position to question your actions-"

 "- Yes, absolutely. You're not!" She giggles, although her statement wasn't necessarily mean, her tone seemed to change between anger and playfulness, like she is mocking the knight intrusive behavior.

  "- May I ask why I had to go to the filthy castle, to bring you just a simple gardener?"

 "- Excuse me?" She finally turns to look up at the knight, who can easily see the mistake he has made. Her tone is serious this time around.

 "- I mean- Why her? Why not bring the king? Or any more powerful member of that place? We could have planned an elaborate attack, destroy their kingdom and bring in the humans for-" You started to really dislike where he was going, but before you could get all of the information, the queen shushes him, before he spilled so much info.

 "- Oh, my dear, loyal knight, can't you see we have a quest?" She almost yells at him so he could stop mumbling.

 "- You're making her afraid~" She pinches your cheek. 

 "- WE don't want her to be afraid on her first night, right?"

 ' How considerate.' You think.

 "- And for your question… Well-"

 She pauses putting a finger over her lips, thinking over what her knight just said.

 "- It's true we could have stuck we the plan and destroy the human kingdom fully, and although it is NONE of your business, I'm going to explain to you why I asked you to get me this sweet looking girl instead."

 "- …"

 The room falls silent, is she waiting for him to question? She wraps her arms around you, her grip is almost squeezing the air in your lungs out.

 "- … W-why?-"

 "- Because I'm extremely pick with what I drink, love." She keeps giggling and hugging you tighter. Wait, what did she mean by-

 "- And you, my lovely knight, is in no position to question me, or are you?" Her tone is playful, yet her whole demeanor seems so threatening.

  He keeps his head down, you can hear him say a meek "yes". Maybe he is just as scared if her as you are.

 "- Leave." Her happy tone goes away again and is replaced by the serious one.

 He stumbles a little, but manages to get out of the cell as quick as he could.

 After she makes sure she can't listen to his footsteps anymore, she signs and turns her full attention on you.

 "- Sigh, I lost the mood, you know?"

 Yeah, you know exactly what she is talking about.

 "- Oh don't look at me like that, aren't you glad you're here? You're in presence of a vampire queen, you know?"

 "- … What?" Is all you can think of asking. What is she talking about? Vampires aren't real, right?

 "- You're so cute! I'm so glad you're here, I been hungry for so many weeks now. How mean of you to make me hungry~" She smiles while teasing your neck with her fangs. They look so sharp to the touch.

 She is saying the truth though. They had planned an attack for months now, yet after she saw you, she had thrown all of that preparation out of the window.

 Like a spoiled child, she refuse to drink from anyone or anything. Your sweet little form plagued her mind. She was a pick drinker, nothing but the best for the queen, after all.

 She was planning on having a better approach to you. Having a better room for you than the other blood stocks on the dungeons, having an good preparation to meet you in person and bring you here with her mind control.

 But she is just so hungry. And you have an nice sent, better than any of the nobles of your kingdom she had drunk from.

 "- Don't worry about it." She whispers, not waiting too long to just sink her fangs into you.

 After so much screaming and so much failed attempts at running away from her grasp. You had fallen asleep. While she didn't know if she would stay here or go back to her chambers.

 And on the castle were you once worked for, the king search for you at every corner, after noticing that you were missing from your room.

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[candythemew]

OkLach headcanons?

Now you’re speaking my language! (Oh! And if anyone wants to ask me about headcanons about them with their skekling please send your asks my way! This is just gonna be main canon HC’s)

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤?

✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

     First off, when the Skeksis were young still finding the specific role, niche, and place that they fit into as they asserted their authority over Thra, SkekOk and SkekLach absolutely HATED each other.     SkekLach saw SkekOk as a pathetic weakling who used his silver tongue and quick wit to charm the gelfling and other skeksis to do his bidding, and to buy into his way of thinking. Convincing people to do things they wouldn’t do normally through flattery and shallow promises. She didn’t like his pompous attitude and held more respect for the beings of Thra who put their thoughts into action like her. Ones who thought tactically, but weren’t afraid to take risks. She didn’t see what anyone saw in him. All she saw was just another one of the Emperor’s lapdogs. Spitting lies and weaving tall tales to uplift himself above the rest.

     SkekOk however saw her as a brutish barbarian! Her avarice knowing no bounds as she raged and pillaged all those who stood in her way. Nothing befitting of a Lord of the Crystal. The gelfling worshiped her like a goddess, no doubt like they did the rest of his peers. But he saw the fear in their eyes. If the skeksis were going to rule properly, they must first create a level of relationship and trust between their subjects. Not fear. Although he himself was prone to flights of fancy, he found her ambitions foolish at best, and dangerously compromising to the empire at worst. Be it her insistence on the thrill of a good raid, or trying her hand at taming one of the most fearsome of beasts of Thra; The Arduff. He couldn’t stand it. Her amazonian demeanor made The Scroll-Keeper see her as nothing more than a ruthless brute. But at the same time, there was a tad bit of jealousy there. As many of his peers saw her as incredibly desirable and beautiful. As well as incredibly wealthy… Some had even attempted at winning her hand; only to be quickly shot down and berated by her. If he was being completely honest, he craved the attention that she received. She was always center of attention. At the time, she was the Emperor’s favorite. This jealousy led him to talk poorly of her behind her back. He stayed far from her as he spread rumors about The Collector in hopes to ruin her reputation.      Although ironically over time, as they were forced to work with each other and face various trials with one another they developed a mutual trust after proving themselves to one another. And even saving each other’s lives a few times! If either of them were to be told at this point that they were going to eventually fall for each other, they would have laughed straight in your face! What a foolish thought? Why would I love them?! ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

Their relationship went in an order similar to this:

Hatred ➺ Reluctant Respect ➺ Acquaintances ➺ Friends ➺ Mutual feelings ➺ Lovers ➺ Mates. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

     SkekOk tries to give SkekLach little reasons to keep her chin up. He reminds her to take care of herself and gives her little bits of advice to improve her life. Sometimes he’ll ask for her help for small tasks so she has something to do since she dosn’t have the same motivation she used to before her illness took over most aspects of her life.

     SkekLach is the reason why SkekOk isn’t a dog person. One word. ARDUFF!     SkekLach will intentionally follow SkekOk around his library and mess with his things if she feels like he hasn’t given her enough attention.

    SkekOk suffers from narcolepsy, So SkekLach is there for him to make sure he arrives to meetings on time, or carry him to another room if she finds him asleep somewhere.

     Insulting each other is a regular occurrence between them. Although neither of them have any ill intent towards each other when they do it. It’s like a game to them! Light hearted banter that calls back to their youth before they fell in love. Hence why SkekLach isn’t hurt when SkekOk says she was “NEVER BEAUTIFUL!” and then affirms is with a “Nevaaah~” if you pay attention to the scene, SkekLach can be seen laughing alongside him, even though she’s the butt of the joke. They’re both genuinely having fun bickering.     I also personally like to HC that most Skeksis find simple gestures of affection peculiar and strange. Like everything in a skeksis’s life, gestures of affection are showy and grandiose. But OkLach’s more subtle and slow approach confuses their peers.      They can make each other laugh very easily. They know how the other ticks. One of the things that made skekOk fall in love with hre was SkekLach’s ability to make him genuinely laugh his lungs out! His teasing can also cause a similar reaction. SkekOk’s laughs arranging from childish giggling, to incoherent teary eyed laughter!      Although not as strong as she used to be, the other skeksis are still wary of SkekLach due to her past reputation. Also because she’s not afraid to give you a disease if you REALLY tick her off. She acts as sort of a bodygaurd or wall for SkekOk when he shoots his mouth off or gets in trouble. Nobody’s going to get him except through her! ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝔓𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝓐𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

     Intertwining tails is a very very intimate thing in Skeksis culture. It shows that you genuinely care for your friend/partner and that you enjoy their presence. For a human it would be kind of like a really good hug. But sadly, SkekLach lost a part of her tail long ago. So doing this is near impossible for them to do unless they’re sitting right next to each other or laying down beside one another in bed. Instead, they have adapted to holding hands like the Gelfling do. Be it for comfort, taking a walk together, or just to feel close. Heck! They do it so frequently that sometimes they don’t even realize they’re doing it! It’s become somewhat of an involuntary habit for them.       When they sleep together, they like to cuddle. SkekLach is the big spoon. Sleeping is hard for her, (I personally HC that she has insomnia) but she sleeps better if she has something to hold on to. Thankfully SkekOk likes being held so this arrangement is perfect. It’s just comforting for both of them.

     They don’t “Kiss” often. I think you can imagine why. Pustules leak and it’s NASTY

     The Scroll-Keeper sometimes has the habit of resting his head on top of The Collector’s when he’s tired.      Neither of them have much hair to preen anymore, but sometimes when they’re alone, in their more intimate moments; skekLach will take off her cowl for skekOk to preen her mane. Her hair has a coarse texture. It’s color mostly grey with small streaks of a faded black. Salt and pepper if you will. It’s a small bit of beauty she still retains even in her disgusting, decrepit state. However, it’s only for his eyes as she’s very self-conscious. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖌𝖊~♪ ♫ ♩

     SkekOk and SkekLach are mates. And they have been a mated pair now for the past 400 years. If the Skeksis care to have any sort of marriage/mating ritual, they have done it. You bet your bottom dollar that it was extravagant! A true fairy tale... They can only see each other as life partners and want to make sure that everyone else knows it. Especially SkekLach. Who is known to be dreadfully greedy of her most valuable possessions...

     Much like how many birds mate for life, Skeksis do too. Although being a rather (for lack of a better word) promiscuous race, this is rare. If two develop a strong enough bond, they’ll stick together in an attempt to feel whole. Only sticking with said mate for the rest of their lifetime. However long that may be. Their much more steadfast and patient Mystic counterparts also share this trait.  (By “their” I just mean the race as a whole. Nobody specific.)    Ok and Lach have their own chambers made for themselves. But they also have a shared bedroom that they occasionally sleep in together from time to time.

    SkekOk is a hopeless romantic, and SkekLach couldn’t care less when it comes to flowery poetry. But she admires his passion to his interests. Something she lost desire for in her own life. The Scroll-Keeper will occasionally write her poetry and love letters expressing his feelings to her. Sometimes, in return, she will write him something back. Although riddled with intentional grammar mistakes and poor spelling. Sending him into a flustered angry mess as he corrects her. Only to find something even worse written down as he continues. He’ll read these aloud for all to hear. SkekLach likes to see the reactions he’ll have to her writing. What can she say? He makes her laugh.  ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

𝓢𝔞𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔱: ︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

     SkekLach’s death hit SkekOk harder than anyone will ever know. She was a part of him. She was his closest friend, and the love of his life. His mental health suffered immensely from her loss, and he was never truly able to grieve her properly and move on. Instead, over time he developed an unhealthy coping mechanism of talking to himself for hours on end. He pretended that she never left his side.  “No gelfling trick could have ever gotten the best of me!” She would boast...      Eventually he started to hear her voice in whispers... He could swear he could hear her voice from just beyond the hall... Down the corner in her chambers! Only to find an empty room devoid of anything but dusty old trinkets and bittersweet memories. Other times he would hear the distinct metal clang of her blades against her opponent’s weapons as he would wander the now garthim-filled training rooms. He could hear a younger, much more determined tone! Calculated and precise. Once again to wander in and find nothing but empty training grounds chock full of the dark arthropodan soldiers. But it was the nights that were the hardest. On cold starless nights, laying alone in his decadent yet lonely chambers, he would lie alone for hours on end, eyes closed as he tryed to let the soothing grasp of sleep claim him... In the uttermost difficult moments as he drifted off to sleep, He could swear that he could feel her arms wrapped around his scrawny frame. Tails intertwined as she softly whispered a tired “I love you.” Gently leaning her head on his shoulder, The Scroll-Keeper let out a sigh of relief as he fell sound asleep in the arms of his lover... Only to be greeted with an empty bed as he rose once again the next morning. Truly cementing the fact of how alone and incomplete he truly is. He only wishes for these delusions to stop and yet... He can’t bear to let her go... ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰       Sometimes these hallucinations can get so bad that he’ll fall into manic babbling fits where the voices of not only her, but all sorts of beings from his past will haunt him. After these spasms, he returns to his work or simply passes out due to exhaustion. He apologizes for his random outbursts should someone he cares about see him in this state. If he even remembers they were there at all. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

     Remember when I said that skeksis mate for life? Well that grief an animal or human might face hits just as hard to a stone-hearted, cold blooded skeksis as it would to any man. That sorrow that SkekOk faced upon SkekLach’s sudden death caused him immeasurable psychological and emotional damage. As the Skeksis are naturally selfish beings. Besides the support he would receive from his lifelong friend SkekEkt the Ornamentalist, not many were there to comfort him. If The Scroll-Keeper were able to relive one last day with The Collector, even for just a moment. He would do it in a heartbeat. Savoring every second like it was his last day on Thra. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰

     Although she doesn’t admit it to anyone else, disguising her distaste of herself under a veil of irony and self deprecation, SkekLach has issues with loving herself. She constantly reminisces over “The glory days.” The skeksis are a dying race and she knows it. They can’t fool her. And on that topic, she’s the worst of them on that regard. Due to her hideous appearance and the immense emotional and physical pain she endures everyday, sometimes she wonders if SkekOk even loves her at all. Is he only staying with her because he has to? Out of obligation, or does he just pity her? Does he wish she were like the skeksis she was all those centuries ago? She struggles with this fear more than she’d like to admit.

     SkekLach feels extremely insecure about the fact that she can’t intertwine her tail with SkekOk’s due to her traumatic injury that left her with only half of her tail remaining. SkekOk, having a much longer flexible tail will often try to wrap it around her waist if they’re sitting right next to each other. The feeling is bittersweet, but much appreciated. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰      In the main timeline, SkekOk and SkekLach did attempt at having a baby. But since the skeksis are completely infertile in that universe, they yielded no results. They keep a small handmade doll in their shared bedchambers of what could’ve been the skekling that they had wanted so badly. Its not much, but it helped them cope and move on. ✰ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵✰︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧- - - - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ✰  

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝓀 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤! - ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔐𝔢𝔴

[lilaacstars]

      you’re in my veins (and i can’t get you out).

                           rating: T | words: 31.227 | pt 2.

                                   read it on ao3

He watches how her eyes grow big after listening to his offer. His eyes fix on her and start to notice the bruises she has close to her scalp, down to her ear, the edge of her jaw and on the visible part of her neck. Her bangs are falling gracefully to the side - too  gracefully- but he can take a peek, with the little cat senses he still has left, and see that underneath that perfect hairstyle there are stitches and missing hair.

He gulps, almost choking on his saliva, it feels thick and heavy and his throat has closed, impeding his ability to breathe, but he hasn’t stopped so his body trembles, and it is like he will puke, but there’s only the acid on his stomach, and it goes up as if it was a bubbly chemical reaction, but his throat is still closed, and he just feels as if his whole body will shut down but it’s too awake at the vision of her. And then the sensations pile up, then crumble down, then pile up again, and it’s a cycle of obscure overwhelming emotions that trigger and stop every reaction his body pulls. 

It is disgusting, nauseating, gory even.  

Upclose, face to face, breathing the same air, the consequences are not an image fabricated by his brain anymore, and yet, he knows there are so many more hidden marks of treachery that will present itself in flesh and pain.  

Her lips tremble and her sight finally fixes on his, only to look away a second after. 

However, she leans forward, closer to the window. 

Adrien takes one step back and that allows Ladybug to come inside the room. 

Her steps are careful and light as if she is ready to jump back to the window and run away from here at any given moment. Adrien is sure that it isn't a baseless guess, but what is truly going through her mind is still a cypher. 

After standing in the middle of the room and eyeing everywhere around, she finally walks back to stand beside the coffee table and lets out a long sigh. 

Next, Ladybug stands close to the window, only giving little steps in a small space. She takes the end of her long braid and starts playing with the end. 

He looks at her, hands on his pockets as he fidgets and waits for her to speak, for her to guide him where she needs to be.  

“It’s good to see you,” Adrien whispers and takes one step forward.

Ladybug crooks a brow and tightly hugs herself. She doesn’t answer. 

“You haven’t been out as Lady Noire in a long time. Is there a reason?” He asks, trying to sound as ignorant as a civilian would be. 

Ladybug lets out an amused scoff but there’s no real joy behind it. 

Her eyes are focused on the skyline and a thin layer of gleaming tears is set on her eyes.

Adrien gulps, unsure if the reaction has something to do with him or is all about the thoughts she’s been carrying through her night stroll. 

The question wouldn’t be an unusual one for a mere civilian. Maybe they wouldn’t be so eager to jump into it, maybe they would ask other questions first, but he was not a mere civilian… well, he was now, but there had been a time where he wasn’t.

No. 

He still isn’t a mere character walking down the road. He will never be, and yet that is the path he must pretend to follow. 

“This was a mistake,” He hears the whisper as loud as a siren. 

He jolts on his spot and takes fast steps towards her. It only makes her jump faster towards the window. 

“I- I’m-”

But before he can formulate a phrase on his mind for his mouth to stop the stammering, she is gone. 

His eyes follow as she is only a ship in the night between the sea of city lights. 

She is gone. 

Gone. 

Gone.

Gone. 

Gone.

Gone. 

Gone forever. 

But is she? 

She is not truly gone. She is alive, and she is patrolling, and Paris has their heroine back. 

But he doesn’t. 

He doesn’t have a partner, he doesn’t have a friend, he doesn’t have his other half. 

He is a broken piece of a human that once felt he finally had the piece that could make him endure life, and now she is gone. 

Not  truly , but he has been left alone with her shadow roaming through the brightest corners of the life of others, yet creeping on the back of his mind, only smiling on his memories, and frowning and avoiding his gaze into the future. 

His breath stops once again. One little detail striking like lightning. 

She avoided his gaze as if he was a deathly disease. 

Could… could she know who he was? 

Marinette seems to be aware that he once was something special; someone  special. And Ladybug is as smart as her, if not more. 

But if she knows, then she wouldn’t have come. If she hates him so much that she couldn’t even bear for him to touch her when she needed someone to lean on (not in the figurative sense) then why would she seek for him? Why would she come to him? 

It doesn’t make any sense and yet he can’t shake the thought out of his mind. 

And it stays there, like a fly on the wall. As the days pass he will forget about it, and then the buzz of the wings will echo in the chamber of his mind and then it would be the only thing he can focus on. 

Not school. 

Not Kagami.

Not his friends.

Not Nathalie.

Not his father who finally makes time to have dinner with him.

Nothing at all.

Nothing but her and the knowledge she might have. 

The wonder wouldn’t even pretend to hide when the sunset, it would make itself appear in other shapes through dreams. Some of them are tranquil, others are as bitter as reality can be, and yet the bittersweets are the worst. They show the road not taken, they show him taking good decisions after the terrible ones he’s taken, and reward him with what he has always wanted, the unravelling of the secret. Every day he wakes up and knows that he does not deserve any of it, that this can’t happen and that if it does happen he has to make sure he does not gain any redemption from it. And every day he wakes up knowing not only that he has broken every piece of her soul, but also has put her in imminent danger. 

When she left he could see her limp, he could see how he prefered a certain grab on the yo-yo, and how short her jumps were in comparison to her usual ones. 

There is nothing he can do to make it right, he’s already brought destruction to them, but if he could find a way to protect her, he wouldn’t think it twice.  

 xx

 He is sitting right next to Luka on the café table, as Nino looked for an empty chair he could use, he scribbled on a napkin. 

They were waiting for their order to come, only one glass full of fresh water in front of each, and sugar and a plate of napkins in the middle of the round table. 

Luka had his phone out, scrolling through, and tapping his foot against the pavement in a comforting rhythm. 

This 

“Sorry, I found a chair inside almost immediately, but I got bombarded by messages from Lya.”

Luka and Adrien giggled, the first more enthusiastic than the second, but that wasn’t a rare occurrence anymore, so there was no comment about it. 

“How many of those texts were pictures?” Luka asks. 

“Oh, half of those. She’s so excited that LB is back.”

Adrien stops drawing and looks towards Nino, watching his phone as Luka takes a look through the pictures.

“Ladybug was out?” He asks, pretending to not be incredibly interested. Even if after his breakdown in school he doesn’t think he can get away with it. 

“Yeah, there was an akuma attack like an hour and a half ago?” Nino asks and Luka nods at him, “Don’t you have your alarm on?”

“No.” It was too painful to hear the akuma emergency line going off and not being able to do anything. 

“Why not? You have to, you’re going to put yourself in danger.

His mouth opens and closes before he can show how uninterested he is in his safety. If he can stumble through the path of an akuma, he might see Ladybug, and no matter how many bruises, cuts, or blood he might lose on the way, all that pain would be worth it.

“It just stresses me out.” He lies, realizing his friends are expecting an answer, “Was she alone?” He can’t help but ask.

The shadow that crosses his friend’s eyes doesn’t startle him. He’s grown accustomed to this reaction. 

“Yes.” They nod. 

They seem to be interested in continuing this conversation, but Adrien has the call on it, and he doesn’t want any of it. They can’t know how personal it is for him, they can’t know that knowing that she is out there alone makes him feel as if he was cut in half. 

“What were you looking for in your phone?” He says, turning his head to Luka, “You looked consumed by your phone.”

“A bike.” He gives a toothy smile. 

“You already have one,” Nino says confused. 

“I think he means a motorcycle,” Adrien smiles. 

“Yes.”

“That’s so awesome,” Adrien chimes, “I have a license for it. My father doesn’t know, of course, but once I’m out of the house I’m buying one bike for myself too. Which ones have you seen?”

And Luka pulls out his phone again, showing the different models he has his eye on. 

Adrien is glad that the subject takes a lot of the conversation. As their food and coffees arrive, they’re still talking about the prices, the equipment, the special license he has to have, and how Juleka isn’t very fond of him buying “such a dangerous vehicle”.

“She wants me to buy a car, I’ve tried to let her see that a car doesn’t go with my style.”

“It would be more comfortable for you to carry around your instruments.”

“Yes, but a car will never be cooler than a bike. Also,” He changes the website to a new one, “Look at these amazing suits and helmets.” Nino and Adrien move their chairs closer to Luka to get a better look. 

There are different jackets and trousers to suit up for the cold, or not burn yourself with the pipes of the bikes (apparently this wasn’t a rare thing), there are others that only had the objective of making you look while riding. Adrien could understand that sometimes having a cool suit just made things better. 

When Luka changes to the helmets, there is one that catches Adrien’s attention. 

Is black and matte, with neon green accents around the shield, and all around the curve, as if it was stitched. 

“Wow,” He hears himself gasp. 

“I liked that one too!” Luka jumps, “But I think I will look like an astronaut, also I don’t think black is my colour.”

“It is mine.”

Nino and Luka laugh.

“When have you ever worn black?” Nino asks and gives him a shake as he hugs him, “I think I’ve seen you only wear it on photoshoots, and you always look so awkward.”

“I look fantastic in black.” Adrien protests, but not truly caring about making a better comeback. 

His mind is too busy planning something else. 

keep reading in ao3.

xx

[darkdevasofdestruction]

God’s Snowdrop - Dio Brando (Non Vampire AU)

"Where were you?!" my father's drunk voice rasped from the living room as soon as I entered the house. "Mother's funeral..." I muttered, trying to slip away to my room. "That gives you no excuse to get home empty-handed! You think we can go by daily with no money?! You think I, alone, can support the both of us?! You are 10 years old, you should bring money by now too, you lazy bitch!" he yelled, before the sound of a stumble was heard, and I locked myself in my bedroom before he could reach me. "Honestly...Not even on her funeral day can you be decent...Fucking pig..." I growled, staying on the window pane and continuing my book reading. 

The next day, after I was able to sell all the flowers and matchboxes, I was able to sit at the foot of a tree and study the same medicine book that I've been reading for this whole year... The one my mother bought me om my birthday, just before she died, as she knew my dreams were of becoming a doctor. Dreams... That's all they will be... Only far away dreams... But at least I can try. 

It's not like I have anything better to do. I didn't realise how time passed, until a blond boy with a scowl on his face stood above me, snapping me from my studying.

"What can I help you with?" I asked in a soft voice, looking up at him with a tired expression. "You're in my spot! Move over!" he growled in rage, and I could only nod. "Okay, sorry about that, I didn't know." I picked up the basket near me and decided to leave home, before he grasped my wrist tightly, turning me around. "What are you? A sewer rat, or a rich bastard? I can't tell and it's annoying me!" he sneered, but in a way he seemed to be thinking something else entirely. "Something in between, I guess? My mother was a tailor and used to work for upper and middle class people, so she would always make pretty dresses for me and made sure to always look my best. On the other hand, I suppose with how the house is almost collapsing on us, we're not too far away from actual alley rats." I shrugged nonchalantly, looking up at the pink evening sky. "How old are you? You seem to have the audacity to speak like a much older and noble snob." he scoffed, glaring at me. "I am 10 years old. My name is Katrina Stark, since you seem to be asking quite a lot of questions. I'm nobody important, just the girl who sells flowers and match boxes so her father can have enough booze to pass out faster. Now, may I go home, Mister I-Have-No-Name?" I tiled my head to the side slightly, waiting for the seal of approval. "What an ill-mannered woman, you don't even ask for my name. I am Dio Brando, you better remember that name! Despite how rude you are, it seems you are capable enough to read? Whatever could someone like you be able to read? Nursery rhymes?" he laughed condescendingly as he snatched the book from my grasp. "Not quite what I would call nursery rhymes..." I muttered, looking away, slightly uncomfortable. "You...You...Read medical textbooks...? A mere 10 year old dumb little girl? And you wish to tell me you understand the words written here? And how these apply to the human body?!" he stared at me with a lowkey angered expression, shifting his expression from the book to myself. "My mother bought me that book. She suffered from an unknown illness and I vowed to discover a cure for said illness. Tell me what you want, it's not like I care in particular, but nobody's words are going to stop my ambitions and dreams. And, for the record, yes, I do understand what it is written here. I could read since I was 5, and I'm not that stupid as to not be able to corelate the text to real life." with a deadpan expression, I snatch the book away from the boy who seemed to be almost double my height, and turned around to go to my home, hiding the book at the bottom of the basket and counted the money.

I muttered a curse as I realise I could only buy 4, instead of the 5 bottles of liqueur that father wants, and I was short 1 coin... But I had no more flowers nor match boxes. Damn it. What could the odds of him being asleep be, I wonder? Maybe if I wait outside long enough, he will fall asleep? Or maybe I can somehow find something to sell? But what? I then realised that I kept 2 oranges in the basket, as a lunch, but I was much too absorbed in my lecture to realise my hunger, and I could sell them for that coin... But now... Who would want oranges? It's already dark outside and it's pretty dangerous on these dirty streets of London... And yet, it's much more dangerous inside. Soon enough, wandering the strewts, trying to avoid any drunk or scary men, I find a policeman, so I rush to him, tugging on his sleeve, with a puppy face.

"Mister policeman, please, would you please buy these oranges? Just one coin! I can't go home if I don't sell everything." I beg him, putting my hands together, fingers intertwined as if praying. "A little girl like you shouldn’t be wandering these streets at such an hour. Go straight home, alright?" the policeman smiled kindly at me as he put the coin in my hands. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thanked him and rushed back home - Home that was glued to a bar, and bought the usual delivery from the bartender since he knew I would just give it to my father, not without seeing the pity look in his eyes. When I arrived home, I put the 5 bottles next to his bed, but I had no idea where he was...Until a crash came from the kitchen and I knew I had to run to my room. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough, and he caught me by the neck of my dress, slamming me on the ground. 

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO LATE?! DID YOU SLACK OFF AGAIN?!" he shouted at me. "P-People didn't want to buy today, I'm s-so sorry! But I got the 5 bottles! They're in your room!" I tried to stutter out defensively, but no excuse was enough for him to forgive me, so I bitterly accepted the beating...Not that it was anything new.

The next day, just as usual, I went to the field after making sure I got all the coins, and started reading, however, on my way there, I noticed a few kids playing, but one was on the ground, his pants torn at the knee, with his skin scraped, crying.

“Do you want me to fix that?” I asked simply, crouching down next to him. “Can you?” the boy asked, wiping his tears away, as his friends gathered around him. “Of course I can. Good thing I carry ointment and cloth with me, just in case.” I muttered, taking out the marigold ointment I made, I get the water bottle, water the cloth, cleaned the wound, then applied the treatment quickly on the wound and bandaged the kid’s knee. “There, all done. You should be fine by tomorrow.” I shrugged, gathering my things, ready to leave. “Thank you so much, miss! You’re amazing!” he cheered in glee, getting back again and playing with his friends. “Tsk...Lame.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn’t see, before I went to read again, careful not sit at the foot of the same tree, so the boy wouldn't bother me again. 

What a joke, though. He would be bothered by something no matter where I'd be, I'll soon come to realise, as today, again, he was there. 

This time, however, he sat down next to me and took the book in his hands, skimming through it calmly. 

"Uhm...Hello...Dio." I mumble unsurely, looking at the boy who acted as if he owned the place. "It's one of the best books on the market. Must have cost a fortune." he speaks, completely out of context. "I...Suppose so. I wasn't able to step into a bookshop...Or a library, for the matter. I will trust your word for it." I shrugged, resting my chin on my knees. "Your mother knows her stuff well. Does she have nurses, midwives or doctors as relatives?" Dio asks, and I merely shrug once again. "I don't know. To be fair, I don't particularly know anything about my family." I spoke nonchalantly, humming slightly. "Why don't you ask her today? I am rather curious." he passes me the book back, but I could only stare at him with a dead expression. "She's dead." was all I said, as I noticed his eyes widen slightly. "I see." his voice went down in realisation. "Her funeral was 2 days ago. He didn't want to come. Said he'd drink in her honour...Tsk, what a joke. Men are such a joke...They charm a woman, steal her from her family, then get married, have a child...Then they stop working, while also demanding their wives to work to death, only to use the money on alcohol...Disgusting..." I took the book from his hands, but I didn't have the power to open it from all the pent up rage I held in my heart. "My mother's disease was actually just stress and body over-exhaustion. That much is obvious...Everyone knows...But nobody wants to say a thing. This society should just burn." I sneered, forgetting for a moment that there was someone next to me. "Your words are bold for someone so young and small." he praises lowly, turning his head to look at me. "...Words mean nothing if you can't do anything about it." I reply simply, tilting my head to look at him dead in the eyes. "Why are still here? You have nothing to gain from hanging around me. I have no way of benefiting you in any way. So, why...?" I asked in a firmer voice, yet it was still light and gentle. "You are right, I have nothing to gain from you. I shall take my leave." he started getting up, but I grasped his sleeve, not raising my head. "Won't you stay for a bit more? I haven't talked to someone in a while. I forgot how nice it is." I explain how I felt, and for some reason, he sat back down with a confident chuckle. "Heh! Of course you'd want to stay around the great Dio Brando! It is fine, I'm in a great mood today, I suppose I can indulge in some time wasting with some common girl." he spoke, pointing to himself, which made me giggle softly. "You're pretty cute, you know?" I smile softly, which earned a smirk from him. "Keh. So even someone like you can see how great I am. Who knows, Katrina, maybe when I become THE most successful lawyer, I might come back and even greet you." he boasted with full pride. "A lawyer, hmm? I can't say I'd see you as anything else. You seem that kind of person who wouldn't be stopped by laws, morals or ethics and would do anything to get what you wanted and be right. It'd be pretty fun, watching you argue until you win." I hum in amusement. "So even someone insignificant like you can recognise that I will be a flawless lawyer! Maybe you're not so bad after all." he held his head high in pride. “I see you like anyone who flatters you. Some may call you vain, you know?” I gave him a side smile. “I don’t care about others. I am the most important person in my life.” he scoffed with a frown. “That’s a nice life philosophy, you know? Maybe one day I’ll think the same too. Until then, I should still hold this wish to save others.” I hummed in amusement. “I saw what you did to that brat. What did you use?” he asked in curiosity. “Just some marigold ointment I made. It can heal wounds like that pretty fast.” I spoke as a matter of fact. “I see...Not bad, for some common wench like you. I guess you can be more interesting than I thought.” he praised, which made me look at him in surprise. “That’s...Very nice of you to say. Thank you, Dio.” I nodded at him, my cheeks becoming slightly pink. “Azaleas in your hair, hellebore in your eyes and roses in your cheeks. You’re like a nice bouquet of flowers that’s going to wither soon if nobody takes good care of you...Or can you prove me wrong?” he asked, getting closer to me, caressing my rosy cheek with the back of his hand. "Well...Unfortunately, I have to go. It's getting late and I don't want to get in trouble with that poor excuse of a father. It was great talking to you...Maybe we'll see each other again." I picked up my basket, hiding the book once again and waving him goodbye, before rushing to buy the bottles for my father, hoping that I won't mess up again for some reason. 

Days passed one after the other, and Dio was nice enough to come see me daily. I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't about to question it either. Unfortunately, despite how nice this day was, it ended horribly, as I noticed my father coming in my direction. 

"Dio...Do me a favour and leave. And take my book too. I'll see you tomorrow, I think." my voice was trembling softly, glaring at the approaching figure. "What?! How dare you-" Dio glared at me, but I snapped my back at him with pleading eyes, which made him look at me with widened eyes. "Just go...I don't know what he'll do. That's my father there...And the worst he could do is burn this book which would ultimately kill me. Please...Just listen to me and go. I don't want to get you in trouble too." I bit my lip, looking back at the silhouette that was so close now. "Fine. But you haven't heard the end of this." he grumbled, taking my book and going in the opposite direction.  "You, whore! So that's what you've been doing?! Whoring around with random boys and slacking off when you could be earning money?! You're a selfish and worthless slut, just like your mother! Get home right now!" father hollered, his voice echoed throughout the glade, yanking and dragging me by the hair back home. 

The whole night was even more than what one would ordinary call a nightmare, but I could at least consider myself lucky to be alive. I guess. Who knows? Of course, the next day I was forced to make money anyway, and I wasn't able to stay more than an hour on the spot with Dio, which angered him quite a lot. When I was leaving, he quickly put his hand on my shoulder with a little more force than he realised, which made me yelp and jump in my skin slightly. "Why...Did you react like that? Are you afraid of me? You think I'd hit you? Think I'd step so low as to hurt a girl?!" he growled in anger, his grip tightening on my shoulder. "No...It just hurt. Sorry to make you feel bad. Last night was...Not the best." I tried to explain in a way that I wouldn't have to say more. "He beat you?" he spoke bluntly, and I could only look away from him. 

He then got furious and lowered my dress from the neck back, revealing the whip marks on my back, still pink and vivid from last night, spreading down my back like the tangled web of a spider. 

"He did this to you, didn't he?" he muttered, close to my ear. "Do you really need confirmation?" I ask, looking down at the ground. "Why do you do nothing about it? There’s one thing to beat up a man, since that’s how you assert dominance, but doing it to a woman is simply unforgivable." he asked once again. "Do what? I'm nothing more than a useless little girl in a society led by men who think they're so powerful. I have no power. No way to save myself. I have no idea how I could even get the money to get myself into Med school." I gritted my teeth, putting back my dress over my shoulders. "Kill him and keep the money for yourself. You can sustain yourself from the money you earn already. There are still a few years before you can apply for University, it's plenty of time." he explains, and I merely shrugged. "Maybe..." I spoke, barely audible. "I came here to tell you that my father died today, and from tomorrow on, I will be living out of London, with a rich family that is going to support my dream financially. Once I become a Lawyer and can afford sustain myself, I will come back for you. Will you wait for me, Katrina?" he asked, getting in front of me and putting his hands on my face, lifting it up so I would look at him. "Why would you come back for me? I'm a nobody." I ask, frowning in confusion and blushing softly. "Because you believed in my greatness." he kissed my forehead gently. "You are mine now, little Snowdrop, so better not let anyone else touch you, got it?" he spoke in a voice that borderlined possessiveness. "I promise." I put my own hands over his own, closing my eyes and enjoying the last few seconds of serenity.

- 10 years later - 

I was able to get into Med school 2 years ago thanks to a legacy that my mother hid away from my father in her Will, at the bank. The down part was that I had to pretend to be a man for the whole duration of the University, but my diploma will be written with my actual name on it. 

One day, during my practice at the hospital, we heard that a group of law students in their final year were to visit and see how practices happen around, so they would understand the laws, ethics, morals and how patients fare. 

Being one of the top students, in my 4th year already, I was allowed to present the most ethically challenging cases to the law students, what we ought to choose, and what the other side of the coin is, all while going in clear medical detail. 

My long red hair was tied with a ribbon and draped over my shoulder, while my fringe was framing my face and the large lab coat was hugging my frame as if I was almost trying to hide.

By the end of it all, after hearing discussions and debates between the students, some of them bound to absolute rule and others bound to be less ethical and moral, I listen carefully to what each of them has to say, particularly the blond boy who spoke with great confidence as if he was unstoppable and untouchable by anything around him. He was beyond everything. I wonder...

Could this be the boy I used to know long ago, when I was still very young and fragile? 

The whole day I ran around the hospital all day, and at evening, I was finally able to go home, tired out of my mind. And yet, as I was walking down the wet, cobbled stone streets of London, I heard a voice call out for the "redhead", and since I knew I was the only one around, I fix the deerstalker hat to hide my face and feminine features, turning around, only to see the blond man from earlier. 

  "Yes? How may I help you" I ask in a voice that was desperately trying to be lower than usual. "You're a woman, aren't you? I know who you are." he spoke with a smirk, as he flicked the front of my hat with his fingers, making it fly away and fall on the ground. "Then, my suspicions were correct. You really are Dio Brando." I nodded, my face still passive, and yet, a smile was creeping rapidly on my face. "It has been 10 years, and you can tell that I am the great Dio Brando. Of course, only someone like you would be able to. And to think you were able to study Medicine, just as you dreamt." Dio chuckled, crossing his arms and looking down at me. "I thought you were tall before...Now I really look up at you as if looking for God. Your name truly fits you." I burst into laughter, trying to stifle my giggles with my hand, as Dio was towering over me like an elephant next to a little Corgi pup. "And you look as frail as a Snowdrop, just as you used to before. You barely changed...Yet you at least look like a woman now. And your hair grew beautifully...Soft like velvet..." he muttered, his hands on my hair, as he untied the ribbon and let it cascade down my back. "Do you really fool anyone with this façade?" he hummed in amusement. "I'm not sure. I enrolled as a man, I will graduate and practice as a woman. It's just formalities...I don't know for sure, but it doesn't matter as long as it all works in my favour, in the end." I shrugged, fixing my hair. "I haven't let it down in quite a while." I smiled softly, unconsciously braiding a small streak of crimson. "I told you, didn't I? I would come for you. I always keep my promises. And what a pleasant surprise to see that you're almost done with your studies as well. Where do you live?" he asks, pulling me closer to him. "At home. I can't afford to live anywhere else." I shrugged simply. "What about that bastard?" he sneered in disgust. "Well, what do you think happened?" I smirked, provoking him. "You killed him? Did you really have it in you to kill him, Snowdrop?" he pulled me away to look into my eyes. "I won't say anything that could possibly incriminate me, Mr. Lawyer. However, should you want to pursue a detective path, I might be persuaded to...Drop a few hints?" I smirked, challenging him. "Now I'm intrigued. My University education is almost over and my foster father said he'll buy me a nice house here, in London. Once I no longer have to live in those wretched student halls, you'll come to live with me, got it?" he smirked proudly. "Oh, and what privilege, Monsieur Dio. Is it because you are burning with curiosity to find out how I got into Med school?" I tilted my head to the side with a foxy expression, but next thing I know, I'm being pulled in a deep kiss that left me shocked, breathless and wanting more. "I love it when you challenge me. The fire in your eyes is as powerful as your hair. It's so lovely that I could break you any time, so easily and nobody would notice." he smirked, stroking a strand of my hair. "This Snowdrop thinks you're beginning to talk like a sociopath. Not that I'm surprised in the least, to be fair. Well then, Dio, till we next see each other again. Good luck with your last year of University...Though, luck is the last thing you need." I wink at him with before turning around on my heel, flipping my long hair back, letting it flow graciously in the wind as I walked home, waving lazily at the blond boy who became a man. 

A year went by faster than I expected and before I knew it, I went to see the graduation ceremony, only to see, not surprisingly, that Dio was the top of his year, with top marks, always got scholarships and now he got a ton of job opportunities in London, all of them extremely well paid.

His speech was very Dio-like, full of pride and confidence, which also inspired everyone to believe in him and go to him for any need. After he got off the podium, receiving his diploma, awards, after shaking hands with all the important people there, he walked to where his class was, receiving praises even there. It was obvious that he managed to get everyone to be his little minions.

After they all threw their hats in the air, they decided to go celebrate, so smiling, I was going to go home, before a hand stopped me, and turned me around, only to see Dio himself. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked in confusion "Am I not allowed to congratulate you for being the best, as usual?" I shrugged, with a sly smile in my face. "I wasn't expecting to see Snowdrop around. What a nice surprise. But were you going to leave without even greeting me?" he raised his eyebrow, getting closer to my face. “You were pretty busy, I didn't want to disturb you or anything. Today is your day of ultimate glory. Go out, have fun, do whatever men do when they celebrate and...I don't know, enjoy your day with your minions-...I mean classmates." I quickly cover my mistake with a low chuckle, looking down humbly. “Don’t look down when around me! You’re not like the rest, so don’t act like them. Don’t act like some meek, submissive sheep! It pisses me off!” he growled in annoyance, grabbing my face and making me look up. “It was a plant.” I smirked at him, before I pulled him down in a kiss. “What...?” he blinked in surprise, his cheeks becoming rosier. “What are you acting all blushy for, dear? You wanted a challenge, I gave you a hint. Go ahead and figure it all out, will you?” I winked at him, leaving him awestruck, as I went on my merry way back home with a satisfied smirk on my face.

Not too much time passed and we moved in together and he began working, while I was working and studying all day long, both of us making good money and soon enough, he wanted to bring me to meet his foster father and brother for some formalities.  Apparently, Jonathan - or JoJo, shorter - asked Erina to marry him and he wanted all 5 of us to have a nice dinner together.

It was pretty awkward, to say the least, especially since I wasn’t the best when it came to socialisation, but Dio and Jonathan talked enough so that I didn’t really have to say anything.

“Congratulation, JoJo, you found such a beautiful and gentle girl! She will make a great wife and mother for your children.” Mr. Joestar praised, making both of them blush, and I could feel my heart falling, realising where the conversation was going. “Thank you, father. Erina is the best woman I could ever have the pleasure of meeting. I’m really happy I got to meet her and have her be my wife, and I hope I will make her the happiest person alive, just like she does to me.” JoJo confessed, holding her hands. “Aww, JoJo, you’re so sweet. I love you so much!” she smiled bashfully, blushing furiously. “And you, Dio, this young lady is gorgeous! Did I understand correctly from JoJo that she’s an intellectual?” he asked, smiling at us. “Of course she is. I wouldn’t be courting just any common girl that’s only good for cooking and sewing.” he declared proudly, playing with a strand of my hair. “That’s very rare, but commendable. What is it that you do, dear?” he asked me directly. “I’m a Med student in London and I also practice at the University’s hospital.” I managed to speak in a firm voice, not wavering in any way, thankfully. “You practice medicine? Do you wish to become a midwife or a nurse?” he asked, intrigued. “No. Next year I will get my diploma and I will be a fully-practicing doctor.” I explained, which made him raise his eyebrow. “I didn’t know Universities and Hospitals allowed women to train and become doctors! I can’t believe how fast years passed by me! We truly live in a revolutionary era!” he praised, despite sounding like a double-edged compliment. “Thank you, Mr. Joestar. I suppose when you’re good at something, nobody can turn you away.” I spoke with a bit of acid, which made Dio smirk next to me. “It is a wonderful career to be pursuing, dear, but will you have time for the children? Such a profession isn’t easy for a woman, you know? It’s usually either one or the other.” he smiled fatherly at me, but it only pissed me off. “That’s something for the future, father. We’re still very young, we have the whole life ahead of us. It’s the 19th century, after all.” Dio saved me from this conversation. “You’re right, you’re right, how silly of me! I suppose I miss having you two as children around this place, that it only made me think like an old man, wishing to see his grandchildren running around!” Mr. Joestar laughed nostalgic, and I could only sigh in relief.

The dinner didn’t last long after this, and we were allowed to go to our rooms. I stood by the vanity in my nightgown, braiding my long hair in a side tail, not wanting it to bother me while sleeping, but Dio had other plans, as he picked me up and threw me on the bed, stealing away the ribbon from my hand.

“Uh...Dio? Do you want me to tie your hair with my ribbon, or what?” I asked, looking at him in confusion. “Why would you tie your hair without brushing it?” he asked, shaking his head. “Because...I was tired? I don’t know, I don’t usually brush my hair before bed. I only do it in the morning.” I shrugged, getting in a sitting position, looking up at him. “You’re doing a terrible job at taking care of your hair, Snowdrop. Stay still and let me do it.” he said as he sat on the bed behind me, pulling me closer to him, as he started gently brushing my hair. “You could just say that you want to play with my hair, I don’t mind. In fact, I quite like it.” I giggled teasingly, which only made him pull at my hair. “Don’t be silly.” he muttered lowly. “He was declared dead by heart attack.” was the 2nd hint I gave him. “Asian medicine?” he asked suddenly, and after a few seconds of silence, I spoke up. “Is it how you killed your father?” I asked softly, not moving an inch. “How do you know I kill my father?” he sneered as he pinned me down on the bed. “I didn’t...Until you confirmed it.” I smirked in victory, seeing his wide eyes. “I’ve had my suspicions since that last day when we saw each other years ago, when you suggested killing my father, while also having yours dead all of a sudden, and you getting this opportunity to live with the Joestars. You merely confirmed my theory.” I explained to him, which made me sit on his knees, no longer standing above me, yet still looking down at me. “You’re too smart for your own good, Katrina. He deserved it. He deserved to die an even more painful death than he did, but it can’t be helped.” he sneered in anger, as I got up, putting my hands on his face, no longer trying to provoke him. “Do you want to talk about it, my love?” I asked in a gentle voice, not wanting to anger him. “There’s nothing to talk about. He was nothing more than a fucking waste of space who killed my mother. He was a fuckass, just like yours. I spit on his grave before coming here, that’s how much I loathed his existence. I’m glad I was the one to get him out of this world. He’s the reason my mother died. He overworked my mother to death...Just like your shit head of a father did to your father.” he growled in anger, which made me pull him down on the bed, cradling his head to my chest, stroking his hair soothingly. “You did the right thing, Dio. He deserved to die...And you avenged your mother too. You did really good, my dear.” I tried to sooth him. “So what did you use?” he muttered, closing his eyes. “Belladonna berries. I squished them and put the juice in his wine. They cause involuntary muscle paralysis, including the heart, which is why they thought it was a heart attack. Correlated with the fact that he was a drunkie...Nobody suspected poisoning.” I explained everything that happened, which made him raise slightly, resting on his hand to look at me with a proud smirk. “Can’t believe my little Snowdrop was capable of pulling such a nice trick at that age. I’m proud of you.” he praises, kissing me tenderly, raking his fingers through my hair. “I’m glad I got to meet you, Kitten. Don’t listen to that old fart, he can’t tell us how to live our lives. Together, we’re unstoppable and that’s all that matters. Just finish your education and I’ll make you mine, officially. If JoJo has a well paid job, mine will be a hundred times better. If JoJo has a nice wedding, ours will be a thousand times more fabulous...And if JoJo thinks he has a nice wife...Then he should have realised by now that my girl is an infinite times better than his boring housewife Erina. You are mine, Katrina, and there’s never been a person alive who could excite me the way you do.” he kissed me once again, even more passionately than before, rolling himself so he was on top of me. “I don’t know what’s gotten you in such a soft mood, but honestly, you praising me like that really does things to me that I can’t explain. Do it more.” I smiled at him, bringing him closer to me. “You have to deserve it, sweetheart.” he muttered against my skin, as he started kissing my neck, slowly revealing my shoulder. “You still have those marks from years ago. If I could, I would beat that disgusting cockroach to death...But I promise you, nobody will ever even dare of treating you any less than they would treat a Princess. I am a man of my word, and you know it by know.” he growled against my skin, before he kissed my knuckles and made his promise by putting his forehead against mine. “I trust you, Dio. You know I always have and always will.” I intertwined my fingers with his, squeezing his hand, before kissing him once again, letting all the love flow.

[lessonsfrommadamexmas]

Maiko AU Week 2020 -- Link to AO3 Day 7: Folklore 

A/N: thanks, @idonthatemaiko for hosting another Maiko celebration, and everyone else for the content. Here’s my late conclusion for day 7. 

PART 2 (final)

Zuko woke up from another long dream. He could hardly classify them as dreams or nightmares when, in fact, they were better defined as a limbo. In that state of confusion, he was half-awake and half-asleep, his mind submerged in water, blurred, senseless, light and dark, trapped. It didn’t feel like anything once he would wake up. Nevertheless, this year gained shape. The first memories that came to his mind weren’t from his previous party or his banishment from home — they were from a dream. There was gold, like in her eyes, there was movement, like her dancing dress, there was her, sometimes, watercolored in his mind. 

Was it? He couldn’t tell for sure, but she had been the first thing to come to his mind this time. The memories of what they had lived, such a tiny moment, flooded his mind before he even looked at this sky and her image became so vivid that she almost materialized in front of him. This sky was cloudy but the moon and a few stars were visible. It didn’t matter, he didn’t bother to look at his nineteen-year-old face, either. He just needed strength to fight another battle and restart his search. 

The festivities this time were occurring fairly close to the river. He soon found the lights and realized it was a different place all over again. Zuko followed his ritual hopelessly, allowing his charm to overflow but unable to open space in his heart for any other girl. Instead of taking any woman to the river, he tried something else. The same he had tried with Mai, but he would make it right this time. 

Iara was the prettiest woman in that place, with her dark skin and voluminous hair. She was a couple years older than Zuko and a radiant figure who flourished in that environment. They talked and danced for the rest of the party. Although he had used his spell on her, he didn’t take her to the river, asking her to go out on a date the next night. 

Patiently, he waited, this time determined not to manipulate the girl. She came to him in a flowery dress that night, and he convinced himself that they would be happy. So desperately he wanted to believe so, that it had to come true. 

He placed a kiss on her hand.

— You look even more perfect than yesterday. Come with me. 

— Where? — she asked with a bright smile. 

— Let’s watch the moon by the river. 

He took her to the only home he had. Zuko’s childhood memories of the river were fond. It was the place where he could take refuge, jumping on his boat to escape from his father whenever the man was in a bad mood. That day, however, he didn’t manage to escape. The man promised his young sister to marry a rich landowner, an old man that would fortify their family’s status and power. Zuko dared to defend Azula’s right to love and choose the person she wanted to marry. In a last attempt, Zuko had tried to run away with his sister, but her loyalty to their father was stronger. 

His father, then, called upon the gods to teach him a lesson. If true love is what he wanted, the river would be his guide. Every year he would have three chances at love, and lovable he would be until his face was revealed. Then, he would be despised, until he found the right woman who would be willing to consummate their love in the waters he would now call home.

Those were the last words Zuko heard before he turned into a dolphin for the first time. 

— You know… — he told the woman by his side — I’ve been dying to kiss you from the moment I saw you. 

— Personally, I don’t know how I waited this long — she giggled and locked her lips on his. — Well, let’s take this hat, it doesn’t help us at all, right? — she added playfully, raising a malicious eyebrow to him. 

— You may not like what you’ll find there — he informed her.

Their faces were too close and that might not have helped. Her reaction was immediate. 

— What are you? 

The woman’s body language changed to distress. Iara broke apart from him abruptly while he spoke.

— I’m…

— Get away from me, you disgusting thing!

— It’s okay, I don’t want to…  

— Leave me alone!

She ran away as fast as she could, risking to fall on the ground in the dark, but he knew it was best not to follow them. That would only scare them more. 

Unwilling to think about another failled day, Zuko returned to the river and allowed the waters to put him to sleep. 

*

He arrived at the party wondering if true love happened more than once in a lifetime. What happened when you couldn’t be with the person you loved? How long until you found another one, someone capable of waking up similarly powerful feelings? What if it never happened to him again? 

He walked aimlessly by the streets, trying to keep Mai out of his mind, observing every single face, gestures, attires. Sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, he spotted a dark haired girl. A portion of her hair fell down her shoulder and another was wrapped in two buns. Her dress was a simple dark blue, contrasting with everyone else’s colorful clothes. She looked in the other direction, but he would never not recognize that pointy nose and sharp chin. 

Mai lived there. His heart was jumping out of the ribcage as Zuko hurried his steps and dared to surprise the woman. Had the waters guided him all the way to his lover in the end? 

— If you would like to escape from here, the river is nearby. 

— It’s you. — Mai’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. However, that expression quickly turned into such a pleased look he could only conclude she was, in fact, glad to see him again. — Zuko.

She remembered. The young man’s hope was restored in that exact moment. The flame burning inside of him was certain that his turning point had come, and all those years searching would finally come to an end. 

— I missed you. We could talk privately if you’re not busy. 

— I’m not. 

— Do you trust me this time? 

— I do — the smirk in her lips told him she was up for trouble. 

They walked hand in hand all the way, with Mai following silently but confident in her steps. The heat was comfortable in the open area where the breeze ran freely and played with the tree branches. 

The clouds were going away, but the moon couldn’t compete with her beauty, only highlight it. 

— I guess it won’t rain for now… — he started, but she wasn’t up for wasting time. 

— Zuko, I’ve waited for you — she spoke up and resentment emanated from her voice. — For the past year I waited until I lost hope. I almost forgot everything about you, sometimes it felt like a dream, but everything returned as soon as I saw you. Where have you been, why only now? 

— It’s complicated. But I’ve been waiting for you too. To talk to you again and feel your lips on mine. Mai — He cradled her cheeks softly, — if you decide now that you want to be with me, I will never leave you again. 

He gave her a questioning kiss.

— I do — she whispered, her body language asking for a second one. 

However, he interrupted her in order to remove his hat. 

— Are you sure?

Taken aback, her golden eyes studied his face for what felt like an endless second. 

— What is this? 

— Doesn’t it scare you? 

— No… Is it a disease? Some kind of birthmark? 

— You’re curious?

— It’s just… That it doesn’t look human, that’s all. 

Zuko wasn’t sure if he even understood her reaction. Mai’s hands were still holding onto his arms as she tried to decipher him. 

— Don’t you hate what you see? — he searched for the expected reaction, the only one he had ever received and needed to pull out of her mouth.

— I don’t hate you. I could never. I won’t let go of you again. 

She didn’t give him any more time to process her words, instead proved them with her subsequent actions. Mai gave him another passionate kiss, her eager hands removing his suit  and unbuttoning his shirt. He mirrored her attitude and explored her back, undoing the loop of his lover’s dress while his lips cascaded down her neck. The man placed a soft bite on her clavicle before removing her shoulder strap and felt her fingers entangle his hair excitedly. Once their clothes were off, Zuko held Mai in his arms and took her to the river. 

The moon was out and bright celebrating their love and breeze cooled off as the night advanced. When both of them decided to come out of the water, she walked to the riverbend but the man was pulled back for one last dive. He felt the stream surround him for a few seconds before he could return to the surface. Gasping for air, he grounded both feet on the bottom and saw his lover, still naked, staring in confusion. 

Zuko’s hand trembled when it met his left eye and felt his own human skin. 

— Are you okay? — Mai shouted. — Your eye, you… What happened? 

He smiled. Then, he laughed. She was curious, indeed. The young man’s hearty laughter filled the air, louder, daring happiness to pay a visit after so many years. 

— Yes, I am. I’m free. 

He had some explaining ahead of him.

[allthingshetalia]

Please, lord/lady/theydy of the headcanons, can we have the nightmare-thingy for Prussia and Germany?

💕🌸I will accept Her Royal Highness😂🌸💕

Germany

You shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around you.

“Luddy, turn the heater on.” You murmured. Opening your eyes you then realized why you were so cold. Groaning to yourself, you stuck your hand and leg to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your husband only to find cold sheets. Cursing him lovingly to yourself you sat up in bed cringing when a cold shiver went through your body.

Who cold blame you? You spent the last 7 years curled up in two warm arms and suddenly their gone? It was abandonment . Shaking the thought out of your head you scampered across the cold carpet, trying to avoid tripping over Berlitz as he became alert of your awakness. Ending up at your husbands side of the closet you quickly grabbed a pair of his socks and slid them on. They were big enough to go a little bit below your knee and your grabbed his heavy sweater and threw it on over your head. Deciding you were dressed enough to go on the pursuit of your husband you waddled down the hallway and steps of the old cottage, with Berlitz right on your heels.

The kitchen light was on and you sneakily made your way through the living room. You were about to sneak attack him but once you caught sight of him your heart caught in your throat. He was leaning over the kitchen island with his head in his hands. His strong broad shoulders were shaking slightly and the muscles on his arms kept flexing.

“Lulu?” You asked quietly making him jump up in surprise. His blue eyes were red and puffy and red blotches were spread a toss his cheeks. He was no longer crying but you could tell there was still some emotion he needed to let out. “What’s wrong?” You asked again rushing to him. He held out his arms for you and put his arms under your butt lifting you up into the counter. He kept both his arms under you so your bare legs wouldn’t get a shock from the cold counter.

“Just another stupid nightmare.” He grumbled. You brought your hands up to his shoulders and softly massaged your way up till you got it his cheeks, rubbing soft crickets into his tired skin.

“Wanna talk about it?” You hummed resting yourself under his chin.

“Just the same old stuff, You know. I do terrible things with a red band around my arm. I see you and you scream and yell at me and call me a monster and then you leave.” He said, clearing his throat to get rid of the cracks. “It just never ends.” He continued moving his arms out for under you. He grabbed you and walked over to the dinning room table and sat down with you in his lap. The chair creaked at the sudden weight making you jump.

This type of thing happened at least once a month so everything you could say to comfort him has already been said. You have actually helped him in so many ways and if it wasn’t for you the only way he would be happy would be if he was in a ditch. But some things you can’t fix. Nightmares is one of them. The best thing to do is to just hold him and let him speak his mind knowing he won’t be judged or thought of as weak. Because he is the farthest thing from weak.

Leaning up you planted a kiss on his temple before you nuzzled back into his chest.

“I love you.”

Prussia

The bed jolting made you wake up abruptly. The sound of uneven breathing was the first thing you heard.

You looked up and saw your boyfriend of 3 years sitting up in bed looking terrified. Before you could even sit up or anything his head snapped to you making you shrink back. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the covers away from your body.

Lifting your shirt he inspected your stomach carefully making you a little self conscious.

“What’s wrong?” You asked pulling his hands away and pushing your shirt back down.

He flopped back down next to you and pulled you on top of him.

“I dreamed you were bitten by a flea and got the plague.” He stated. You couldn’t stop the laugh coming out of your mouth.

“The plague? You weren’t even created yet when that was a big deal.” You chuckled nuzzling back into his neck.

“I know but I came across my old medical books when I was digging through my office and I saw some shit.” He breathed. “And why are you laughing? I dreamed the only woman who I have ever loved got a disgusting disease and she laughs. You are the worst.” He scolded, only making you laugh harder.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” You snorted through your laughs.

“In my defense when I told you I was scared of ghosts you laughed at me.” You said once you finally calmed down.

“Yes because they don’t exists. If they did I think I would have seen one by now.” He argued running a hand through your slightly knotted hair.

“Maybe they just don’t find you interesting enough to haunt.” You giggled.

“Ya, Maybe.” He snorted.

“Anyways I thought the rats were the ones who had the plague?” You questioned.

“No-well yes. The rats carried it and the fleas transmitted it. When the rats died the fleas jumped off and landed on humans, but because everyone in the 1300s was disgusting they didn’t think anything of it. But when a flea bites you it eats so much of your blood that it throws it back up so fleas were basically throwing up the infected blood back into the wound an”—“Okay!!! I get it! Ewwww. Why can’t you tell me that stuff at an appropriate time.” You asked cutting him off.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know the protocol for talking to your girlfriend about fleas barfing.” He chuckled squeezing you against his chest.

“Well at least I learned something.” You mumbled.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

okay okay hear me out! (this is gonna be kinda long sorry) Kai with an s/o who is quirkless and is apart of the italian mafia?? like she doesn’t actually participate in any of the activities or anything but the rest of her family are superrrr prominent bosses or something? bonus: her family is protective af. i love your writing sm, keep it up!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

He tsked as he folded his papers. Unamusement and disinterest present on his face as he gave the papers to Chrono with a nod.

"An italian mafia you say?" He muttered before getting up from his chair to walk besides you, both gloved hands shoved into his pants pockets.

You nodded with a smile before returning your gaze to your hand, counting your family members.

"There's my older brother, my father, my granfather, my uncle, my aunt, my mother... although she handles more with money than anything. The dirty part stay with partially all of the men and with my younger sister."

He scoffed while rolling his eyes. He knew already about your family being a bunch of gangsters, yet, you never took part of it; which he had to admit he was quite relieved.

Although he was surprised by your defense and attack combats... being able to lockhead Rappa on the ground as you told him to shut up for demaning another match with your boyfriend.

What? You guys were getting out for a date!

The moment Pops got the knowledge of it soon he spoke to Chisaki that he had almost won the lottery, not only he got a partner, but if the yakusa got a partnership from a italian mafia it would surely improve their status and even their situation with money.

Despite agreeing with the man, Chisaki scoffed at the idea of others possibly joining the Shie Hassaikai... they had to prove it to him that they were worth it first.

And normally on his judgment... most didn't passed it and got out alive or conscious.

Yet he had no other choice to meet those... they were the family of his angel after all.

Mimic soon appeared with two man accompanying him, you tilting your head before smilling widely at recognizing their suits and your older brother's stoic face as usual.

"Fratello! Papà! Mi mancate entrambi tanto!" You shouted in glee before running and jumping on the older man in a hug.

Chisaki's muscles tensed at the sign in front of him while he sended a glare to Mimic to get out, the man snickering before he went to wait with chrono at the entrance of Pops office.

"amata figlia, ci manchi da quando hai deciso di vivere qui." The man also spoked in the same language that you did, angering him a bit when not understanding a singoe word.

"Windhead deve aver dimenticato di noi ... idiota." The younger took off his hat to hit the slightest on your head, smirking at your whines.

Ah hell no. How dare this piece of garbage do such a thung to uis angel AND IN FRONT OF HIM no less?

He walked slowly towards them, secretly prwparing to take his gloves off before he stopped at seing your smile.

"Kai I'm sorry. These two gentlemans are my papa and older brother. Giorgio and Vincent." Both nodded at Chisaki which merely glared back.

"They don't speak japanese?" You shook your head, whispering to him that they could before looking at your family again.

"As you two can probably tell, he is Chisaki Kai. The young leader of this organization and also my fidanzato." You giggled at your boyfriend and brother's frow while your father just smiled... although his eyes were trying to intimidate Chisaki.

Good lucky old man. Kai's only fear in this world is getting a incurable disease and losing the person he loves.

"Fi.. fidga..?" He tried to formulate the words in you as a silent 'what the hell does that even mean?'

"Boyfriend." You and your brother spoked at the same time. You with a giggle and Vincent with a scowl on his face.

"I hope my child is having a good life on here young man. And I expect nothing but the best of your attitude for-"

"Not to sound too offensive. I heard Italy is a great place. But (Y/n) is far more better on the yakusa grounds than your own minor gang." You winced at your boyfriend's tone and whispered his name in a effort for him to stop before your father laughed, adjusting his top head a bit.

"A man with guts to answer me with just as confidence. Perfect for my (Y/n)."

You blinked, ignoring the red spreading on your cheeks, in confusion. Ok, your father seemed to like Kai at least. A point taken.

However the worst wasn't him... no no... it was your brother.

Speaking of, Vincent just yaked your arm to push you close to him again as he changed death glares with Chisaki. You gulped the air in your throat as you sended a pleading look at your father to help you.

The man only snickered and crossed his arms, enjoying the show.

After at least what seemed more like eternity of a pregnant silence and death glares your brother decides to break the silence with a sigh.

"Is clear on my face that I don't trust you with my sibling. Only the fact about you being the leader of a japanese mafia just drives me insane about only thinking that (Y/n) decided to be on a relationship with a piece of shit." Your brogger blanly spoked.

You shouted at Vincent angrily for both his language and the disgusting way he just treated your boyfriend before you winced at hearing that iconic sigh and sarcastic snicker as he opened his arms with a smug expression.

"Well. My angel is surely more safe in my arms than in some midget thug from the suburbs of Italy. You call yourself a mobster? That was suppose to make me laugh? Is funny how you act so smug about your project of organization or being the older brother, but in the end you're just as sick as the others." He arched one of his eyebrows while his golden eyes darkened while his voice lowered "This is for adults only. Don't try to pretend on front of me what you clearly aren't. Are you sure you're my angel's brother?"

Your jaw almost fell to the floor as you started to sweat in feat at just feeling the aurea of pure hatred and anger coming from Vincent.

Vincent wasn't short for see... but indeed he was way smaller than Chisaki.

"How about you say that to my fucking face as I rip your organs out of you smug bastard?" He growled while rolled up his sleeves while Kai had already removed the glove from his right hand.

"Well I would like to see you try to even lay a filthy finger on me. An overhaul on you might be necessary."

Your father thankfully punched the back of your brother's neck with a harsh scold, almost shouting at him for threatening another mafia's boss on their own home no less.

While you just stayed in your boyfriend's front, both hands on his hard and toned chest as he only arched a eyebrow monoustly at you and the man he so wished to just die right now.

Although it would be a bit messy... but Chrono could clean up later.

"Kai he is my brother!" You scolded and he only darkened his gaze, unimpressed look on his stoic face.

"So?"

It was actually rather difficult to believe that project of human was related to you. You were just so pure and kind and that trash was... trash.

He didn't get it. He could maybe fix him. But alright. No going against his angel's pleas, he knew that if he upseted them he wouldn't get his peaceful sleep at night so...

Translation

Fratello! Papà! Mi mancate entrambi tanto!- Brother! Dad! I missed you two so much!

amata figlia, ci manchi da quando hai deciso di vivere qui."- beloved daughter, we've missed you since you decided to live here. "

Windhead deve aver dimenticato di noi ... idiota." '- windhead must had forgotten about us.. idiot.