#his mc name is phantom

[bobzora]

bro they got mariya ise (killua va) in persona 5 x voicing that green haired guy??

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Self-Aware Sylus x Down-bad!Player

Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now he’s aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here …. A tragic love story A/N: Don’t fight me [Requested by: Anon]

Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes he’s in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.

Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. “Why are you out there?” You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just ….. talk to you? You muttered a low ‘Hello?’ but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.

Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick ‘Hey Sylus’ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a ‘Hello [your name]’ you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.

Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didn’t get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is “I don’t like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for you”. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. “What's happening here?” “You’re smile is so captivating I just had to see it again”

Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you “I haven’t seen you all day what are you doing?” causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when you’re at work or around a group of people. “Sylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get off” he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? “I don’t like how much you have to work I don’t see you as often” “Well not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a living” “I wish I could take care of you….” “You and me both”

Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. “You sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetie”

Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when you’re doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC “Sylus focus on her so I can get the picture” “I want to focus on you though” “She is me” “…..she’s not”

Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because he’s not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He can’t help it one night when you’re up late on the phone as always he just has to ask “Do you love me?” you’re shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy “Yea I do”

Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: We’ll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you …. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could too…..

[lilisettean]

Phantom Touch | Headcanons

About: It was one thing to video call him, it was another, however, to call/answer while you were barely clothed.

Pairings: Xavier/Reader, Zayne/Reader, Rafayel/Reader

Notes: This idea came to me when Rafayel video called MC in the middle of the night (Lv 20 Random Painting). Also should I do Caleb's as well?

Warnings: 18+ only please! Enjoy :)

Xavier

It was by accident when it happened. You were trying to find your favorite hairpin after your shower but it was nowhere to be found.

You searched high and low, flipped cushions and threw your blankets onto the floor. Nothing. Goddamnit you can't afford to lose that hairpin- it was one of the gifts Grandma gave you, you just simply can't lose it.

In an act of desperation, you called Xavier on your phone, not caring whether you pressed on normal call or video call. You just needed him on because you might've left it in his place.

To say Xavier was surprised the moment you came on screen would be an understatement. He almost dropped his phone (it did slip from his hands but he was quick enough to hold onto it), and not a word you said has registered in his brain.

His eyes were fixated upon the water droplets that clung to you skin, following the trail a drop of water left behind as it slid down from your neck, to your decollete, and between your cleavage. His mind was busy tearing that insolent piece of cotton fabric into shred for daring to shield you from his gaze.

It was only when you shuffled forward and waved a hand in front of the camera did he snap out of his less than innocent daydream.

"Xaiver? What are you staring at?" "Are you aware of what you are wearing?" "...Shit-"

"No, don't." He said the moment you tried to cut the call, and instead, with much strength he could muster not to ogle at your form again, he diverted your attention.

He found your hairpin lying on his bedside table and when you were about to thank him, a mischievous smile crept up his face, and you just knew what he was about to ask.

"Can I have a reward for finding it so quickly?" Xavier asked, his gaze predatory as he flicked his eyes down to stare at the towel that was clinging onto you for dear life. With slight trepidation, you settled down on the sofa, and slowly peeled off the towel that you knew he wanted off. Now.

You squeezed your thighs together and bit your lower lip when you heard the soft Mmh over the phone. He greedily drank in the sight of you, your bare, still unmarred skin glistening under the soft lights.

A daring thought suddenly struck you. Smiling at him, you brought your hands up to your breasts, propping them up and giving them a good squeeze (which he quietly groaned your name in response), before flicking your nipples.

You knew he was hard, with how he slumped against his sofa, one of his hands nowhere to be seen. The stuttered breath he let out made you wonder whether he was palming over his hard on as you gave him this little show.

He was. He was pressing his cock against his palm, rutting against it as you played with your pert nipples. He was imagining grinding his cock against you, fucking your slick folds as he buried his face between your breasts.

In a daring move, you tilted your phone downwards and lifted your legs, showing him the effect he had on you. But before you could spread yourself further to give him a better look, he suddenly stood up, giving you an eyeful of his clothed cock that was straining against the front of his pants.

Before he abruptly cut the call, he eyes drooped to a seductive narrow, and pinned you in place as he spoke.

"Don't move. I'll be there within the minute."

Zayne

Zayne, despite his icy demeanor, was a softie and a worrywart when it comes to you. He would always tell you to call him once you were home just so he knows you made it back safely.

So when he received a text asking if he was free and alone instead of a call, his curiosity was piqued.

As soon as he said that yes, he was alone and about to be off work, he received another text. A text that he did not expect you to send.

It was a picture of you on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his white button up shirts, if he can even call it that. You didn't button it all the way, leaving your collarbone and cleavage bare for him to see.

He immediately video called you, and as expected, instead of commenting on your attire, the first thing he asked was-

"Why are you in my bed?" "I knew you'd ask that first. Really?"

You explained with a huff that you wanted to surprise him a little. It has been a while since you two have seen each other for more than 5 minutes, with you two being busy with work and all. And with his day off being tomorrow, you jumped on the chance to be with him.

After a beat of silence and you fiddling with the hem of his shirt, he sighed, his features softened at your nervous fidgeting.

"Well, go on then. What do you have to show me?" "Show you- Aren't you still at the hospital?" "It's a peaceful day and I'm alone in my office. Would you give me a preview at what's in store for me at home?"

He stared on intently as you teased your nipples, brushing over them while they were still covered. Your pert nipples poked through his shirt, the outline of them fueling his imagination.

If you were on his lap right now, he would've done that for you whilst sucking on one of your nipples through the shirt you were wearing.

You were about to unbutton the shirt but his voice stopped you. "No, don't. Leave it on... Good."

He made no move to touch himself, as anyone could walk in at any moment, but by God did he want to. His eyes flicked between your flushed face and your body, already imagining the places he would leave his mark on.

He already knew what he would do to you once he got home. He would set you down on his lap, forcing you to feel how hard you made him with your little show, and leave open mouthed kisses on your neck while slipping his hands under his?- no, yours now, with how well you wear it, shirt.

But deep down he knew that once he got home, he would have no patience for that. He would most likely push you down to the bed and use one hand to grope your breast, while the other fixed your hip in place, allowing no escape as he rutted his stiff cock against you. He doesn't care if his pants get ruined, he just wants you-

"Zayne?" Your voice brought him back from his thoughts. And with much reluctance, he motioned for you to stop. "That's enough for now sweetheart. I still have to get home first." "Should I send you more pictures while you're on your way?" "No need. Just be a good girl and wait for me."

Rafayel

Being a painter, Rafayel would sometimes work late into the night, busy with his newest piece. And while he enjoyed the peace and quiet nightfall brings, at times he would find the studio too quiet, too suffocating, especially without you around. Thus, he would call you and ask you to keep him company as he painted.

And on this night, it was no different. Save for the brush strokes against the canvas, the room was too quiet for his liking. He had expected you to pick up within a few rings and show up disheveled on call, but as soon as you answered the call, the thought of teasing you like usual quickly dissipated.

"What- What are you wearing?" He diverted his gaze elsewhere, occasionally sneaking peeks at his phone screen while you blinked the sleep away from your eyes. Instead of your usual pyjamas, you were wearing a lingerie set he had not seen before.

He had half a mind to tell you to pull up the strap that had fell off your shoulder mid sleep, but the words died in his throat the moment you shifted and the strap slipped further down, revealing more of your decollete to him.

The blush that was already on his face intensified when he noticed the hickies on your skin, the evidence of him ravaging you highlighted by the moonlight shining through the window.

"Rafayel? What is it?" You asked, still half asleep. You wondered why he was quiet until you found him staring intently at your chest and- Oh. Of course.

You had bought it because you wanted to surprise him by taking pictures of it. But it seemed that you were too tired and fell asleep in the process. "...Surprise? I wanted to show you earlier but-" "Wait. Hold that position."

You did as you were told and froze. He was studying you again, perhaps for future reference. As much as you liked being his model, you pouted at his antics. Not even a single reaction? Sighing, you broke the silence between you two.

"I could come over and wear this for you, if you want." "You would do that for me?" "Of course." "Then come." "What?" "You said you would come over, no? Then come now. But before that..."

"Would you mind showing me more before I tear it off?" And how could you say no to a request like that?

Settling your phone down, you bent forward to show him your cleavage before standing to show off the lingerie you were wearing.

"Turn. Now hold it." You fidgeted as you faced away from the camera, wondering what he was doing as he marveled your form. The faint sound of rustling clothes and a belt unbuckling floated from the speaker, and you instantly knew what he was up to.

"Do you enjoy it that much?" "And what about it? Turn again."

As expected, he was sitting on an armchair, slowly stroking the base of his cock as he watched the thin fabric flutter around you. Heat pooled within you when caught his eyes roaming all over you, his face flushed and lips parted as he touched himself.

He groaned when you parted your legs to show him more of you, his cock throbbing at the sight of your slicked folds. Precome beaded at the tip as he stroked more, with some of it sliding down his tip and to the underside of his cock.

Something within snapped the moment you dipped your fingers into your wet entrance. And with one smooth motion, he stood up, unintentionally (or perhaps intentionally) giving you an eyeful of his stiff cock, and picked up his phone.

"Enough. Come to me now." "Just don't tear it when I'm there." "No promises." "Rafayel-" "Hurry now, before I come find you instead."

[allimili]

WHAT WHAT IS THIS?!??!?!?!?!? HELLO??? I AM OVER THE MOON- THIS IS SO- FROM START TO END OF THIS CHAPTER- I ALWAYS WONDER WHAT YOU MEANT WHEN YOU SAID THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE WILD AFTER SEEING MY LAST REBLOG ON THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

My Darling Dolls AU : selfishness, hypocrisy and a contract.

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"*yawn... Morning." You greeted HiMERU as you wake up from your unconscious state after few days time.

"..."HiMERU look at you with a clear sight of eye bags in his eyes.

"HiMERU felt drained with problem you cause." He says as he show you endless text of Rinne second phone number about where you are and why are you not back yet.

"Your things." He give your own phone and turn it own to only have it ring endlessly by call coming from your boss, alkaloid batch as well Rinne and that weird ass kid before:

[THE GREAT LEO'S PRINTING PRESS:I wanna visit your place to write horror genre songs.but I saw that There's a weird thing in your front yard!! IT GIVES ME INSPIRATION!!]

[HIHIiro: HELLO!! WHERE ARE YOU. MAYONNAISE, AREA AND THAT SUSHI IS WORRIED] (A/N: he is not use to it, auto correct ruined his text]

[RinRin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY FEET PICS?! ANSWER ME THISSSSSSSS!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THIS EARLIER!!]

[IdolSimpAira: Do you wanna watch idol live concert? 🥺🥹 I have five tickets!]

...

[idolSimpAira: CRAZY B DID SOMETHING HORRIBLE!! I CANNOT FORGIVE THEM. CAN YOU HEAR ME OUT??😭]

... (insert Aira complaining about crazy b and him buying merchandise out of stress of the situation)

[Mayoi <3: MC, I would always help you if you need it. Please don't go asking to get hit by someone! VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!]

...

[HiHinata desu: oh the phantom have fallen ill again! Yuuta fallen ill too! MC! You shouldn't be reckless!! >:Tc now I also want to be asleep.]

You wonder what Hinata meant but it made you worry if his joking around again since he like to text prank you many times than being serious.

...

"...what's wrong with the front yard?" You wonder what that weird kid talks about.

"...ah. Amagi's younger brother accidentally order something weird from online after getting his own phone." HiMERU show you what it was.

"... Isn't that a Halloween props." You ask as you look at the ruined Chucky doll props at the front gate, impaled in the gate iron.

"They should have added blood running down the iron gate to make it more scary for other kids to look at." You thought about what it lack for a concept. The idol sigh as he realize your not a bit worried about it.

"Anyway I still don't know why I gone to childhood years instead at that time where kana meet such accident." You mumble.

"... Kid Kana is so cute Ùwú" you boosted as you stood up from the bed, almost losing balance as you have been laying there for a week and haft.

"Oopsie." You were lucky able to stop it when you hold at kaname bed which is beside yours.

You thought about the kaname you are with in your dream and the play that you guys joined in few years back, you hold his hand that have tube connected to him to supply him nutrition while being asleep.

"Dear sleeping beauty, when will you wake up?" You mumble feeling worried about how you'll get to the next time you'll try to time travel again. So far you don't see kaname gaining self aware that he could be someone like you.

He just call you Chuni (indirectly) when you keep telling him your from the future. Past mayoi would probably call you one too (in his mind at least)

"sleeping beauty huh..." HiMERU start. The two of you then chat how you should just kiss him awake and you debunk it by saying it's the filter Fairy tale.

Then it turn to lotto winning digits and being called another rinne. Almost went to an argument but later decided to go back to the house.

Through you did drop on a props store to buy fake blood to put in the front gate to maximize the effect of the wanna be Halloween theme the people in the house did.

When you two come back HiMERU excuse himself as he need to check on ES again for his idol work. "Mk. Bye." You said as you wave him off. You look at the chucky doll at the front gate before you open it. Walking inside the property, you notice how silent it is. You could almost felt someone is looking at you in every direction of open tainted windows.

"...is it Halloween or something." You mumble as you open the front door. As the door unlocked the sound it create made the people in the house all look at the direction.

"I would like to say if you suddenly go and surprised me out of nowhere I will dislocate a limb :)" you utter a joke to yourself or whoever is listening to you.

"MC!!!" You jolt in surprised when you hear the twins called out to you before they did an air flip and landing in front of you from what seems to be a hanging swing tied in the ceiling. "Welcome back ~ from dream land."

"what..." You wonder how they know.

"oh! Oh! MC don't know! Shall we tell them, Yuuta?" Hinata giggles to himself as he look at your oblivious situation.

"Eheh. Should we? Should we? But MC is a bad owner for being gone for days! Oh! How mean and heartless of them! We shouldn't!" Yuuta answered back to his brother with pout.

"... Shouldn't you guys be in ES boarding house? I wasn't worried being gone for a long while cause you all be doing idol stuff." You check their schedule they always put in the refrigerator and thought it was safe to leave for a couple of days to week even.

"how could we do that ~ we only fallen asleep out of nowhere if we're out! Cause MC Is a bad owner!! Now we're dub Ritsu sakuma the #2 and the #3!" Yuuta complained as he poke your nose.

"bully MC but not physically! Meany! Meany!"-Hinata

"bad! Bad! Bad owner!" -Yuuta

The twins called you names and you just chuckle as you walk into the house. You look at the couch and saw someone looking at you with burning gaze.

"Yes? Are you also going to say something, hiiro?" You ask the batch leader of Alkaloid. Who is eyeing since you come in yet never spoken anything.

"MC, I wanted to ask where you gone too but Aira and Tatsumi said you have your own life outside from us. But I hope you'll tell us next time if you'll leave for a long while." He said on seriousness. "Plus since you leave, mayoi won't leave that room and always asleep. " He added.

Somehow you wonder why he said mayoi is also sleeping.

"...!!" You heard something upstairs, you look up and saw familiar long purple hair of someone running away fearing to be seen.

"MAYOI <3" you smiled as you wave to hiiro to talk to him more later on as he seems to still want to talk to you. You then run upstairs in chase to follow the phantom to his hiding spot.

You climb up to hear him closing the door, you smirk as you give chase and follow him to the door.

"HERES MC!!" you says as you open the door.

"Mayoi~.... Eh." You saw no one inside. "did I enter the wrong room?" You mumble as you walk inside and the door close behind you, your focus in the scene before you to notice the person your looking for is behind you hidden behind the door.

Without even making a sound he slowly approaches you from behind, his face hidden away, unable to determine what his current feeling.

"I'm bad at this..." You grumble as you still don't notice him.

"Are you mad? Where are you?" You called out.

"Yes, but do I have the right to be mad?" You heard someone says behind you.

"Mayoi--" you happily turn around and was about to hug him when he went to the side to dodge your attempt.

"MC..." You could hear his voice in the Verge of crying.

"...saying sorry for making you worry is not the way to fix this isn't it?" Realizing that mayoi isn't going to desire his words and worry to be taken as nothing anymore.

You stared at the cards in your hand, wondering what kind of action you'll do to give him a reassurance that such event wont happen again but that woukd be lying.

You plan to continue till Kana will wake up and already thinking how to be in such position again to gain access to the past. Even it means hidding things to the people who entered your life and cared for you like a family would.

You been hidding many things from him for a while now, keeping your problem to yourself again when you can openly says those when it's just the two of you. Because you only have one another.

"yes it could fix it... As I'm just someone who you won't listen too. You treat me as someone special and important yet you would not hear me out when I'm worried about you... "His left hand grip his right arm, shoulder shaking as he lower his face to not be seen for any expression his emotion is under going on such moment.

"*Hic... Sorry maybe I have no such status in your life. I could only listen to you... Do you hate me now that I'm not a doll who could easily be discarded --" you saw tears fall down, wetting the rag in the process through you can never see his eyes full of grief.

you felt sadness, grief, hopelessness and pain as well guilt. Somehow those emotion don't felt like yours. "Mayoi--..."you reach out to him.

Wanting to say something and hug his pain away "NO! I--.. N-nO... I-if y-you...t-touch m-me and s-say warm yet heartless words y-you... M-make me unable to d-do anything.... *Hic... *Sob... Am I useless... To be lean on your p-problem now...?" He fallen to his knees as tears continue to fall, pouring like raindrops and emotions that made you suffocate like drowning in a lake of hopelessness and grief.

Lake that once a beautiful garden of happiness and warmth slowly flooded by the rain of negativity that very moment you stopped connecting to him, through sometimes the lake would become happy place again when you only have him in your eyes, through it's just illusion he keep the voices in his mind that start to speak when he become human. Because you have many people with you now.

'ah... How ugly for someone like me to wish for old times...' he thought now true to himself. He does wish to meet his friends, you having warm big family that would share laughters, care for one another and love that you never fully experienced as a young unfortunate child, that only have him in your life.

"... Humans are selfish people. We live for our own selfishness. Even if we said we wish for other people sake of happiness, in the end of day we only did such thing because that's what make us happy." You don't try to approach him anymore. You look around the room, to the window and to the walls. "I'm. Human and I'm selfish. I would continue to do something stupid again because seeing kana wake up would make me happy... Even it mean your going to be mad at me, hate me and whatnot... I don't want you too. But I did it to myself if you did so one day..."

" Because the moment you become human like me. You'll realize the very moment we meet I'm very selfish and only cared for people who give me value in life and never myself at least I care enough to be happy in small moments." You thought about it, many things you did are very stupid, even if you think of the consequences five steps ahead of the others.

You would hit and harm your classmates for bullying mayoi way before he show his conscious state. A simple odd looking toy in the eyes of others is more important than their judgement or their life.

Even it mean being thrown out to another place, unable to start a firm root in one place yet when others says bad words about you. You play deaf.

"...*hic..." You heard him whimpering. "I'm actually happy you have become human. Because you can be free to do what you want, you can be a beautiful star with your brilliant comrades. And maybe forget about me."

"you ask me to not abandoned you or to leave you. Which I'll do because I'm happy as long your happy... But such promise doesn't include that I cannot make you abandoned me. Ah .. that felt terrible to say!" You giggle. "Especially from me who hate being thrown away! Humans are hypocrite! I'm hypocrite! Because I am complicated human being~" you turn to look at him and seat in front of him. You don't know how crazy you sound like or look like in his eyes. But it doesn't matter, as emotions you keep inside pour out like leaking faucet.

"So I would continue to do something you'll be mad about through not because I want you to hate me ... Not yet at least. Because it make happy to see kana my second reason to continue living to wake up. And to experience people worry about my will being. I'm a greedy person. I never experienced such emotions from other people.

"Ah .. people from that place would laugh at me...! Because they wish for a human that won't feel such flows to only be bland and normal yet perfect in every way as possible-- a perfect human without flows. But sadly I am human. And human have flows... " You felt your throat dry from speaking too much. "Mayoi being mad is so cute... ~ 💕" You added after observing him.

"... Since I am like you... A human. Won't you entertained me for my selfishness?" His tears have long dried up. He look at you with no hate or loath.

His gaze with only you in his beautiful blue eyes leads you to question if your words are good or not. Or your awaken something bad on him... Or maybe you just triggered something that once in a dormant state to be awaken.

But seeing him smile as he awaits your reply.

You can never judge him at all. Because mayoi is mayoi. Whatever the world's says about him, rude or bad, they could only get a middle finger and iron fist from you if those words become physical pain.

"if you wish for me to stop. I won't. But if it don't include that. I won't mind." You smile, not because of hypocrisy or that you felt insanity like how you speak those words earlier about what you felt you are as a human being but because speaking to mayoi about what you felt heavy burden inside made you, realize you felt relief after long time like old times.

"MC won't be happy if I said that won't you?" He smiled. "I won't ask for such thing that would make you sad. Even so it made me grief and worry..." He slowly lean his head against you and arms securing you in his captivity.

'Oh how he wish to keep you for himself!' he thought as the voices in his head seems to calm down when he felt your warmth.

"I will Help you... If you need to gain access to the past again... That's what you been doing right...?" You froze before you chuckle as you circle your arms around him and give him a tight hug.

"Yes, that's what I been doing..." You mumble. "But how would you help me~? Can you land a punch...?" You jested.

"my body might be human but I will never stopped being the phantom." He you felt his voice right beside your ears, it made you felt chill which made you giggle. Red tint in your face hidding it from his view as you burry your face in the crock of his neck and shoulder blade.

"Sorry I never understand what phantom thing is..." You felt hopeless, as you never understand why other seems to fear Mayoi or baseless rumors that surrounded him since long ago.

"It's ok... It's better you'll don't understand. I fear you'll fear me--"

"I won't even if others calls you monster or bad omen or bad person. Mayoi is mayoi. My precious mayoi."

"ah... MC... Those voices in my head suddenly come back again, if you say sweet nothing. " You felt his hold on you tighten.

"I don't know if I can stop myself to do what they say..." He let out a low chuckle that held a threat yet it felt tickle against your skin.

"What do they say, mayoi?' you ask.

"...to bind you to a contract and lock you away~ away from everyone who could steal you... Ah... MC my thought are disgusting aren't they?" he giggle.

"It's fine. It's because your human like me. Being human is complicated isn't it?" You hummed. "Hmm.. contract... I heard of it from Aoi twins. If the voices of your head wish for me to be under one to reassure you. I won't mind. " Your a selfish human being, even if such words supposed to be a red flag. You don't mind, you don't mind granting his selfish wish. Because mayoi would be happy and it makes you happy as long it don't go against your plan with kana's current situation.

"... R-really? You'll do that without even knowing the pros and cons? Ahh~ MC! My sole grace in this world... You don't know how that make the voices in my head happy, how it makes me happy...!!! Because if your in a contract with me. You'll be fully mine... all of you..." His smile adoringly at you, his eyes show twisted sense of obsession and love, his face that have red warm blush across his face, warm like his feeling right now, the moment you said such words it gives him so much happiness, the voices in his head is beaming with joy with him. Yet it become tearful, hopelessness of sadness as he realize how ugly he might be in your eyes.

" *Hic... M-my thought surging with my emotions makes me felt I'm the lowest of the low but I don't care... You a-also...w-won't care, right??" He leans away, eyes spinning with spiral of beyond the boundary of what's right, gaze upon you.

Cherishing hold your cheeks in between his palms, with close distance between the two of you.

You can felt his breath and felt his heartbeat against your chest. The surging emotions pour down like rain in a drought desert.

"hmm.. as long mayoi is happy..." You nodded.

"Ah~ I love you so much~ it's sickening! N-not you! But me!" He says with corrupted mind. You suddenly felt something weird as if you felt thread slowly tying into you, yet you see nothing particularly wrong with you.

"...I love mayoi too <3 " you said with full of honest.

"I know... I am human because of your love." Your hugged by him. He smiled against you. He felt so happy at the memories, with the warmth that you'll only give him and only him.

"A sicko, like me is the one who gain such happiness and great fortune to be able to meet you before others did... I won't let you go.. I cannot...! I'm sorry I cannot abandoned or hate you... Ah... MC... " He pause, he lean away again to look at you in your (color) eyes. His gaze at you like your above what Mades him be in this world, blue star or his dollmaker, or god...! "Your imperfections is nothing but perfect in my eyes. Your my angel, my beloved human... I will die if you die. I will be sick if your sick. I will share your pain and your happiness." You wonder what he meant as you felt his telling a secret he hides from you.

"You cannot escape me... "Mayoi words felt like a curse. He lead his head against your chest, kiss the place above your beating heart since your wearing a type of cloths that have could easily unbutton his lips glaze against your chest, you felt slight burning sensation as invisible thread tying a knot to lock you in place. Yet you saw nothing with your naked eyes. You just saw Mayoi happily looking at you.

"If you did... I am a human... I won't be question if I listen to the voices of my head for the things I'll do if you did... " He giggle, which reminded you that if you regret anything later, it's all on you as you will let him be selfish. "What's that?"

"ahaha... I will not tell unless you did such horrible thing that would cause you to endangered your life... Our life."

"...ah. "somehow things start to click in place. The text of his and the twins words that felt weird as it's like they experience what you experience. "Did you..." You sigh hopelessly. You have heard of darling dolls who can wish for anything even it's beyond sane, once in their life.

"that's right! My MC shouldn't be reckless, unless you wish to drag two innocent darling dolls and my life to the grave with you~ <3"

You realize your particularly being threatened by mayoi yet you realize and thought in your head; Thats fuck up like really bad. But that's kinda hot. Maybe red is my color. :^)

Your deranged, both of you are. But it's fine. Your aren't one that would listen to society normalize protocol for sanes humans.

A/N: if you read MDD AU MINI CORNER DEAR SLEEPING BEAUTY. Your awaken before CH3 starts. You been asleep for 1week and haft in present time btw. Hopefully I don't over did it with the background and way of thoughts of MC--you. I just thought humans are complicated (like me and people around me) so I just did that.

TAG LIST : @allimili @valeriele3

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: A series of character designs based on Legend of Zelda's villains for the Linked Spirit AU. One is a merged TotK/CDi Ganon, "Simulacrum of the Demon King" who has a raised hand, grinning. He has red long hair and wears a green hood helmet and tunic with a long sleeve. He wears a black shirt and cape with red malice-like patterns throughout the edges. He wears golden jewlery. 2nd is FSA Ganon "Master of the Dark Mirror" Who glares forward, hands at his sides. He matches the game design, a moblin with blue skin and light gold armor. 3rd is LoZ 1 Ganon "Prince of Darkness" who is a teal light blue skined moblin with a long thin snout and pointed ears. He wears a purple helmet and pants, with red pauldrons and cape. He wears a skull on his chest. He points forward. 4th is Cartoon "Ganon", "Leaders of Ganon's Army", Agaheir, a LoZ 1 Wizrobe in blue with brown skin and a birdlike beak, and Kilbo, a blue moblin with dark blue tunic and gold accents. 5th is Ganondorf at 3 ages, OoT "Theif King", as a young man, TP "Twilight God of Power", middle aged, and WW "Ancient King", an older man. His outfits are about the same as the games. 6th is ALttP Ganon, "Darkworld King" dark blue furred Moblin with a red cape and gold armor. 7th is ALBW Yuga "The Painter Mage" who holds his arms out dramatically. He wears the same outfit as he does in canon. Finally is MC Vaati "The Wind Mage", who looks like he does in canon, one hand held up slightly clawed. His cape is bat-like on the bottom edge. End ID]

Ganons & related non-demonic villains!

For Linked Spirit the randomly specific headcanons/changes are as follows: CDi Ganon is basically like one of those Phantom Ganons but created from a different source (thus why he can just get trapped into a book), ALttP Ganon is OoT Ganondorf, FSA is some other dude who happens to also be named Ganondorf... and LoZ 1 Ganon may or may not be ALttP's son or otherwise related...

Also I split Cartoon Ganon into two dudes so that I can say that Hope's Ganon is like. Dead. If you're watching the Cartoon going "how does that work" just take any time Ganon claims to be a Master Wizard as Agaheir and any time he's a grumpy leader it's Kilbo. :P

[stellaestra]

I look into the spaces in-between in search of you (I miss you more than anything)

pairing: tim drake/mc [reader] author's note: old ideas from high school for me to write excerpts about as per usual and tim's my muse to explore these ideas on unless stated otherwise, if you see this posted on ao3, yes that is me too dw

this is unfortunately very self-indulgent hehe <3 mb babes p.s. this cld be taken as both ways? romantic? platonic? take your pick lol

word count: 1511 words

cw: um, mentions of injury? unedited // no beta read, we'll die like men here

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It had been days since the last time Tim had slept ever since he found footage of someone that seemed eerily familiar to you, clad in a bright red jacket that was practically your signature back then. It was one of your favourite jackets after all.

He was getting a little too frantic and was rather adamant about them being you. He wanted to prove to everyone that you weren't dead but alive. 

He would delay the process of falling asleep if he had to.

“Red Robin.” He spoke into the mic.

“Access approved.” The artificial intelligence responded back.

“Where are they hiding you?” The words trailed off, his eyes were already glued to the screen. 

His icy blues scanned through the files; that includes, footage, clips and articles – each and every one of them, trying to search a certain code-name belonging to someone he once knew very well like the back of his hand and grew extremely fond of over the course of the years of knowing them.

The only footage that could have matched your physique was that single footage alone and it irked him to no end. 

He was already rather obsessed with the idea of trying to search for you and none of his family members nor friends managed to deter him away from his work.

However, there was a single tiny nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him of the possible reality that there was no way you would come back unless some kind of miracle brought you back to life like what had happened to Jason and he never really touched that particular topic whenever asked.

Only vague answers from him. He would always end the conversation before it started.

—

Meanwhile, you weren't quite pleased with the fact that you had to drop out of your current school and had to take online classes to finish your high school education for the sake of a diploma to show you completed everything that was necessary to proceed further into higher education. 

Well, at least there was some compensation for it, the organisation you were under was paying for your education so you couldn't complain as much as you would like. Whether you like it or not, you need to be under everyone's radar for the time being because you were relatively vulnerable while you were in the middle of recovering.

It was rather unfortunate that you had obtained a very life-threatening wound months ago, it took you ages to finally feel like your body was yours and move it the way your brain intended it to. 

The phantom pain of being stabbed was another thing to deal with in the midst of doing your everyday life now. 

Your recovery period was a lot more sedentary than you would have liked too. There was always a constant itch to do workout routines that was far too intense for your weakened state at the moment.

All in all, this was something they told you to do and it was to keep prying eyes away from you until you reached full recovery before being deployed back onto the field.

Staying with your grandma was pretty nice too, it had been quite some time since your family last visited her and it was always annual visits at the end of the school year for Christmas. 

Your other issue living in a more secluded area was, of course, none other than net signal stability. It kind of helped you to be harder to be detected and traced back but it still irked you that you would need to wait longer for your files to be downloaded.

Regardless, life has been much simpler and far less hectic than your usual ones back home. It was nice to be able to breathe for once instead of being dogpiled by both your school tasks and your other responsibilities.

It wasn't easy for your uncle to convince your parents for you to move away for your recovery period after your so-called hit and run accident which was a cover-up for your actual one. 

—

It had taken several months for Tim to get the final clue needed to prove you weren't dead and he finally got it now —

“Found you.” Tim muttered under his breath, sounding almost unhinged — wide icy blue eyes zeroed in on another footage he managed to scrape through the worldwide database, fingers hovering his keyboard. 

The teen had immediately booked the next flight available to where you were now regardless of the schedules that had lined up for him. He couldn't give a flying damn about it right this second now that he finally located your whereabouts they so desperately tried to conceal your presence from everyone.

He jumped to his closet, scavenging through his mess of clothes to throw into his carry-on luggage bag for him to bring with on his impromptu trip.

The next morning, he made his way to Gotham’s airport without so much as leaving a note to mention where he would be. He doesn't want anything to risk his solid decision.

The dawning realisation fell upon him when he touched-down at your home country airport. He was finally here. He was finally able to see you now. 

His next hurdle was to track you down to your very exact location and it wasn't going to be a breeze for him – he hated to admit and they covered your tracks far too well for any mistakes to happen. 

It took him roughly a week or so to get a clue of you. 

—

Tim spotted your silhouette from miles away before he made a beeline for you. He called out your name almost desperately, causing you to turn back and face him. 

You looked as pretty as the last time he saw you. A sheepish look plastered your features as you faced him fully. 

“...Found you.” He exhaled out, he was a little out of breath from sprinting to your spot. Call him crazy or whatever. He wasn't going to lose sight of you. 

“...Uh, hi, hey, Timbo,” you chuckled, your eyes betrayed you as there was a look of guilt behind them despite you trying to play it off coolly, “took you long enough, huh?” 

He remained silent as he stared at you, soaking in your presence and trying to etch everything about you right now into his brain. His icy blue eyes were starting to intimidate you right now because you rarely ever felt so exposed in someone's presence before. 

“Heh, well, don't let it get to your head,” you joked, running your fingers through your hair, “the only reason you were able to find me was because I let myself be found.”

“Shut up, I'm very upset with you right now,” His words sounded wet, as if he was fighting back his tears even though there was a deep frown set on his lips, jaws clenched and shoulders straightened (tensed). There was nothing else that indicated that he was about to cry other than his voice that carelessly betrayed him.

He had managed to trace you back to your home country was one thing, the other part was finding you at your exact location was another gamble.

He found you at the beachside of Sipitang, a town located in one of Sabah's district divisions, taking a walk while eating chicken wings skewers you had bought in a plastic dangling in your hands.

“Why, you want a reward for finding me sooner than intended?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him, “the only thing I have on me right now is my chicken wings if you want some?”

He doesn't know what to do with himself nor what he would like to say to you now that he has found you, safe and sound in Borneo Island. He wanted to pull you into his arms so badly but he withholded himself from doing so because you would look at him weird for even attempting such a feat. 

You've known Tim for several years now and you would like to think you knew him from the inside out enough to take notice of his little quirks and decipher them to how he would like to be perceived as.

You opened your arms wide, inviting him for the hug that the other boy was trying to force himself not to give.

It took him a few moments to finally give in, and pushed his pride away to embrace you, taking you into his arms and feeling the warmth you gave away through your body. He hid his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.

“I miss you.”

“I'm very much aware,” you chuckled into his shoulders, squeezing him, “don't think I didn't notice you snooping around our database, you loser."

“I need to prove to them you aren't dead and I need to see it with my own eyes.” He admitted, wounding his arms tighter around you.

“Of course you’d do that, you stalker.” 

“I really did miss you.”

“Me too.”

[666writingcafe]

Level Five

Content Warning: nipple play, groping

The fifth level is in the attic. Sweet dreams.

Honestly, I'm not surprised when my vision momentarily goes black upon opening the attic door. After all, the note pretty much confirmed that this is Belphie's level, and he can do a lot more stuff in the dream realm than in the real world.

"Welcome back," he greets, suddenly appearing in front of me. "It's been a while since we last met here."

"You nearly killed me," I respond. Belphie shrugs.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have no intention of hurting you this go-around." He walks behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, forcing my back to be up against his chest His breath hits my ear as he whispers,

"That is, unless you want me to." My breath hitches as he lifts my shirt up, resting his hands on my stomach.

"This realm is a giant playground for me," he continues. "I can conjure up anything I want to here. And since I've been in the deepest parts of your mind, I can make you convinced that this is reality." He plants a kiss right below my ear as moans begin echoing off the attic walls.

"I didn't realize you did that," I softly tell him, making him chuckle.

"Believe me, it wasn't part of my original plan. But I grew bored as I was waiting, and I started exploring in order to give me something to do."

"When did you enter this part?"

"Shortly after that stupid game of Levi's. I wanted to know what made you so fucking smitten with Lucifer that you were willing to risk your life for him."

"And?" His hands begin traveling up towards my chest.

"You liked being praised. It turns you on." As soon as he says that, disembodied voices begin talking, mixing too well with the moans.

You're doing so good, MC.

That's it. Just like that. Doing so well for me.

So pretty.

Belphie's thumbs begin circling my nipples, making me that much more aware of my arousal. I suppose this is why he's the second to last level.

"So, you knew long before we--" I start to say.

"Yes," he interrupts softly. "I just didn't want to scare you off at the time." He continues his circling in silence, forcing me to continue listening to the various noises bouncing throughout the room.

"Belphie." I internally wince at the whiny sound of my voice. He, on the other hand, hums in approval.

"I like the way you say my name." He presses his hips against mine as he begins tweaking my nipples. I gasp at the sudden stimuli.

I'm really close to breaking.

"You're really good at this." Belphie laughs.

"That's the point, sweetheart. Can't make this easy for you." Suddenly, I find myself lying on my back on top of a bed, Belphie towering over me. I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, but I don't see anyone else in the room with us.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Simply changing the scene," he responds.

"Why?"

"So that I can do this." He snaps his fingers, and phantom hands begin rubbing all over my body. Not just one pair, but several. And they all feel familiar.

"This is perhaps your deepest fantasy," he explains. "You want to be taken by all of us at the same time."

Shit. I thought I'd done a good job of keeping that particular desire a secret, but clearly I failed. Question is, did he find out on his own, or did Asmo tell him?

"I can make everyone appear right now if you want me to." The hands begin feeling more solid, and I start looking around the room for something I can use to wake me up. Unfortunately, the only object in this room appears to be the bed.

"Just give in already. I know you want to."

"I..." I trail off, becoming more uncertain by the second.

"You've made it a lot further in this test than any of us expected. I'm sure your efforts will be rewarded. But you must be getting tired of resisting your urges. You may be strong, but you're still human. You have a breaking point that you're quickly approaching."

"Belphie..." I don't even know what I'm trying to say. He's right, of course; I'm dangerously close to giving in.

"Just say the word, MC. You don't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of you."

Something inside me makes me scream. My eyes fly open, my heart racing as I take in my current surroundings.

"Are you alright, MC?" Belphie crouches down in front of me, concern evident in his face. "I didn't create something harmful, did I?" I shake my head.

"You're back in reality," he continues. "If you're skeptical, I can always pinch you." I find myself giggling at his statement, beginning to calm down.

"To be honest, I'm surprised I even woke up," I tell him. "The temptation to give in almost became too great for me to ignore."

"I know. But the important thing is that you didn't, and now you're only one stage away from completing your test and earning your star." Belphie pauses. "That is, if you want to continue. If you nearly lost control during my stage, there's no telling what's going to happen to you in the final round."

"I want to at least try. I've made it this far, after all; I'd be foolish to not see this through." He shrugs.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan

[mikashisus]

TO MY NAME, TO THE HILLS !

SUMMARY: he showed up in your dreams like a phantom, and left your life as quick as the breeze that brought him to you. but nothing could have prepared you for the way his presence lingered even long after he was gone.

PAIRING: kaedehara kazuha x gn!witch!reader

TAGLIST! @wystiix @pixelcafe-network

warnings: angst if u rlly RLLY squint. imagery of drowning(?) + suffocating

word count: 847

notes: idk wtf possessed me while i was writing this but i kid u not i was so locked in that i literally dissociated LMAO if only i could be this locked in on schoolwork sighs. anyw uhhh i think i peaked here ngl.

heavily inspired by yaelokre and their new song 'my farewells to the fields'. i was originally gonna title this with the name of the song, but i have a kaeya fic planned with the same name so i decided not to. also this totallyyyy doesn't take place in my RSE au... smile. also it's not stated anywhere in this, but the mc is a witch :p

this is my third entry for the @/stellaronhvnters halloween event! prompts: witch + scarecrow!

The first time you met him, it was in your dreams; In a world that felt way too far out of reach, yet so close all the same. 

The sun was sitting permanently at daybreak, and the air felt thick and still around you. It was suffocating, like being stuck under a pile of potato sacks. 

You could only make out a few features of his face— white hair tied to the side with a few strands set free to frame his face, dulled red eyes as sharp as a hare’s that bore straight through you into the precious organ secured in-between your ribcage. 

His clothes were tattered and torn in some places, and a lone instrument was strapped to his back. He carried a journal with him, a cecilia pressed neatly between the pages as a bookmark of sorts. His lips were thin and pink, pulled into a small smile that was as unnerving as it was welcoming. 

The hat covering his head blocked your direct view of his face, but it was no matter. He already revealed his striking eyes to you seconds before. 

His mouth opened, his voice as soft as a whisper and as fleeting as the wind that carried his poetic words afar. A hand reached out, encompassing your vision. You felt like you were submerged underwater, watching from above as he moved and talked in slow motion. 

The movement of his lips was hard to read, but you could hear his words distinctly— like a twig cracking in a silent forest. Like an echo in a cave. 

The hand reaching towards you lifted, and your body moved with it, and now you were no longer submerged in that wispy realm of distorted voices and sounds, and you could feel your body moving on its own as he led you astray. 

You couldn’t remember his voice, not anymore, and you could barely remember why he spoke to you or what he said, but there was one thing that stuck with you— his music. 

He strummed his lute with a fierce, powerful hand. It resonated in the earth beneath your feet, hit every nerve ending in your body; from your toes to your head, and flowed throughout every vein. It whipped amongst the trees, rattled their branches and rustled their leaves. It bounced off the wind, soaring and flying into the sky like an angelic choir. 

Too stunned to move, you watched as the man entranced you, leading you further and further into this dream-like wonderment. 

The farther you walked, the further you grew from reality, and the heavier your steps became; as if you were wading through water currents that tried desperately to push you back out into sea. But you were stubborn, and you fought, eager to follow this man back to shore. 

He took your hand, and you could feel the coldness of his touch on your skin as he whisked you into a dance of beasts and horns. You hummed along with his singing, allowing him to lead you into this trance. You followed his movements and copied them. You stored the memory away in the back of your mind and felt the fabric of his clothes underneath your fingertips. 

It was smooth but prickly, like a cornstalk. The fabric of the long cape was tattered with tassels on the edges and firmly knit together like a potato sack. The cecilias tucked into his collar smelled sickly sweet, invading your senses and further dizzying your already hazy mind. 

Before you could ask his name, he was gone, and you were left by yourself in the woods. That was no dream, if the cecilia wrapped firmly in your fist was anything to go by. The Autumn breeze wafted through the trees, causing the chimes on your porch to trill a lovely sound. 

It passed over your warm skin like ice water on a fresh wound, and you found yourself shivering. That was no dream, and that man was no figment of your imagination. You picked up the crumpled piece of parchment laying by your feet, inspecting its contents. 

“We will meet again, in some corner of the world. Find me in the future.” 

So, that is what you did. 

You went searching for the man of straws and cecilias, with whom you shared a dance. The man made of the same fabrics that you had in storage in your house. The man of peculiar origin, who— now that the hazy veil was lifted from your eyes —was anything but human. 

The song he sang echoed in your head like a siren’s call, and the chimes on your porch danced with the wind. The hills in the distance sang of tales of ancients, and the forests weaved those tales into reality. 

In the future, you set out for those hills and left the forests that wove your tale in its pages. The hills jumped to life, and so did you— for you would be reunited with the man who oddly resembled the scarecrow in the storybook collecting dust on your bookshelf.

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[rou-luxe]

please elaborate on the grandpa clavis bc I don't know much about Alfons, so idk what to think about that 😭

hEHehEhhAaAaHAHA LET'S GO I HAVE PERMISSION TO GET THE IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD (cracks knuckles) I love them both

analysis under the cut spoilers for Clavis, light spoilers for Alfons

I kinda quit Alfons route early to go to the English server release because my brain is too lazy to translate everything 😭 so this is just from what I know about him. this is doomed to be inaccurate 💀

warning this gets off topic in some places because my analysis ideas carried me a bit too far because I love them

The central point is that they both use pleasurable experiences to ignore reality. Alfons focuses a LOT on the pleasure part of that, as seen from erm his lack of sleep and mentions it plenty in voicelines. Alfons also applies this philosophy to people other than himself. Alfons sometimes protects MC from uncomfortable realities, like the scene where he and Ellis kill someone, and uses his power to convince MC that it was just a play (Kate LOVES plays).

As seen from his profile, Alfons heavily resents pain of any sort. I already forgot when exactly (chapter 4 premium avatar challenge?), but at some point, MC is crying and he consoles them before you know- this is just an assumption, but I think he doesn't want any sort of emotional turmoil in those close to his heart. He keeps reassuring Elbert that he is much more beautiful than MC without hesitation. Not only is he making sure MC is safe and doesn't get in a horror-esque story (nervously looks at Elbert trailer), he's also making sure that Elbert doesn't get jealous to the point of performing taxidermy on a person... because the events leading up to that would hurt them both. This makes Alfons feel so kind and considerate ngl 😭

Clavis wants to be loved by all. The game sometimes describes him as "lonely" - this is likely because he was overshadowed by Chev as a kid, and because he felt so shaken by his mother's death that he needed attention from others to feel more complete. It also connects to his pranks. He wants to feel something, anything to pretend he's not dying inside. Whether the attention he gets is positive or negative, at least he feels something.

It's mentioned quite a lot in his path that the more pained / scared Clavis is feeling, the more he smiles. It's sort of his coping mechanism. By smiling, he can pretend everything is alright (HIS MOM 😭😭 I'M GONNA FUHGKING CRY SHE MUST'VE BEEN SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL AND Cybird I want to see his mom).

He also does somewhat force MC to be around him, but it's not in a Silvio way, it comes off more clingy to me. He's been left alone, abandoned so many times, that he can't bare the pain of loneliness anymore. And thus we get dragged to his breakfast parties. Another coping mechanism. Clavis gets to spend time with MC every morning, gets to cook for her (...it's the thought that counts) and terrorize a couple of his half-brothers... just to forget it all. Clavis even escapes from his prison cell just to see you, the light of his life. (I love him)

"Sylvatica" comes from the scientific name for "forget-me-not". This one is completely an assumption that seems rather unlikely, but perhaps like Clavis, Alfons wants to be remembered somehow.

I can't remember if this was legit or not because I've been scrolling through Tumblr too much but I remember seeing a post that went something like: "Alfons has MC sign (something) papers because after he dies, his curse will make him forgotten and he just wants something to prove that he loved MC" or something. (That post broke my heart so bad.) Is that why he's called a "phantom"?

In summary:

They both have their own ways of ignoring reality, and they are both up to trickery (especially when it comes to MC). Both endulge in enjoyment, it's part of their lifestyle. doesn't necessarily refer to seggs but it does sure sound like it

I'm not quite sure where Alfons' ignorance originates, but all Clavis wants is to be loved. Give him the love.

Okay onto the shorter sillier theories because my heart can't take this

Clavis' epithet is "The Pleasure-Loving Beast", and Alfons' is "The Hedonistic Thrill-Seeker".

Clavis likes tricks and teasing, and so does Alfons. Though Clavis does that MUCH more often.

They also act like they're fucking around but they actually know what they're doing.

They pretend to be worse than they are 😭 (omg shakespeare too... is that my type... 💀)

Others have made this remark before but Alfons feels like a darker Clavis + more unhinged

They both like to cook. And eat. And they both have stomachs of steel.

sword

They both have bad handwriting. Clavis is notorious for this, and Alfons says he has bad handwriting in the first letter of his path.

Fuck I forgot I had science homework due tomorrow

edit: I forgot another one they both are self-described "gentlemen" 😭😭

[miss-celestia13]

All Over Me

Jake x MC Smut One Shot

Words: 1.8k

Jake returns home long after midnight, bringing some good news with him. She’s already asleep and he decides to wake her in the best way, knowing his latest success will make her year.

Dual POV, as usual. It only changes once this time, their names are in bold when it happens. I hope you enjoy it if you give it a try! Thank you ❤️

Jake didn’t remember locking his car as gravel crunched under his jogging feet, focused entirely on getting inside to tell Manon something he’d been dying to since he left work. All signs of fatigue and stress dissipated when he pulled up to the cabin and saw she’d left the light on for him. The house was silent. He could only hear the creak of wood settling and the electronic sounds of their alarms engaging as he raced upstairs and crept inside their bedroom. His smile gentled as he padded to the bed and found her sprawled across his side, mouth slack, and the sheet had slipped as she slept, revealing her honeyed skin. He was certain that he had thoroughly explored every inch, using his mouth, hands, and teeth.

He knew if she woke to find him watching her, she’d laugh and tell him to get in bed before she banished him to the couch for waking her up. The mental image stole a breathy chuckle from his chest as he stripped down and decided to wake her up in the best way, completely unable to wait until morning light to tell her the good news. He silently went to her nightstand and slid it open, grabbing the velvet drawstring bag she kept her goodies in and taking out a slim black vibe before putting the rest away again. She lay on her back, legs crossed uncomfortably, and he knew she’d struggled to fall asleep. She was dead to the world as he crawled under the covers at her feet.

She made a murmuring sound as his hands pried her legs apart, shuffling to kneel between them as her spiced musk scent hit his bloodstream and sent his mind down lust-hazed paths. When she didn’t ask what he thought he was doing, he loosed a breath and pinned her leg to the bed, peppering her skin from her knee to her thigh with phantom kisses until he reached the apex of her thighs, smirking as he gave the same treatment to her other leg. She shivered, body tensing for a second as he hovered over her and turned to give her inner thigh a sharp little bite to make her gasp and mumble his name. He did the same to her other leg, harder this time now he knew she was awake. 

Jake grinned as she lifted the covers and her sleepy eyes locked on him, her fatigue clearing fast when he licked at his bottom lip and said, “I’m home, Sweetheart.” 

She cocked her head, and a dazed laugh tripped out of her mouth before she teased, “Oh, good. I thought you might be a horny ghost for a second.” 

Her tone was steady, but her breathing was quickening the longer he spent perched above her cunt, and a flush splashed her chest and neck with pink as he stared up at her. 

“Sorry to disappoint,” he said, chuckling before pressing a tender kiss into the scar on her hip. 

“Behave. Are you going to eat or just play with your food?” She asked in a breathy undertone, her brow arched and lips smirking at him, a challenge in her venom eyes that he could never back down from. 

“You know I like to take my time,” he murmured, breaking eye contact to drag a fingertip up the seam of her folds and feel the heat of her anticipation.

Manon chewed the inside of her cheek to keep quiet as Jake repeatedly teased her, barely grazing her clit with every pass of his finger through her dewy folds. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him and wasn't too interested in finding out as he finally lowered his head. She barely had time to brace herself before his mouth was on her. The gentlest of licks taunted her, and a soft sigh from the depths of her lungs released as his hot tongue opened her up and captured her essence, drinking her down with a pleased humm. His scratchy beard, clever mouth, and firm hands spreading her legs wider, pinning her down as he fluttered his tongue over her clit to make her cry out and bury her hands in his hair. 

He suckled her clit, drawing it into his mouth and swirling his stiff tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves. Heat cascaded through her as he groaned at the taste of her, and the fire only he could bring to life in her sprang to life as he relented to slide two long fingers inside her taut, wet heat. She flung her head back, teeth bared at the ceiling as he teased her with fingers and mouth, his tongue probing and delving into her sheened flesh, bringing her to the edge of release and leaving her hanging there as he backed up and fumbled for something on the bed. A quiet vibration made it over the roar of blood in her ears as she caught her breath and her heart tried to break free of its cage, sense abandoned her as anticipation robbed her of all rational thought. She was aware of herself talking, but she couldn’t understand a word of it. Jake simply smiled, crooked his fingers inside her, and pressed the vibrator against her clit, and he pulled his fingers. Her breath burst from her in a shout as her body fought the release, racing toward her faster than she was ready for it. 

The vibration intensified as her cunt flickered around his fingers, his eyes glued to her writhing form, and her tensing stomach told her she couldn’t hold it off for long. Her wetness coated his busy hand, making it too easy to hit every spot that drove her mad. Her mewls and moans turned to throaty cries, breath sawing, and her pulse was felt in every part of her, a second heartbeat in her core as he drove her to release. His eyes narrowed as she arched and shook her head, desperately fighting against the onslaught of sensations. He wouldn’t allow her to stay paused on the threshold of utter delirium. The toy changed patterns, his steady hand keeping it exactly where she needed. He added a third finger inside her dripping cunt, and the tinge of pain was too much, too good to bear for long. 

Her body arched off the bed as she sobbed urgently, sharp jabs of his fingers driving her too hard to hold it back. She let out a loud cry, the powerful, torn sound escaping into the silent room as he murmured her name and told her she was all he ever needed. The torrent of ripples and flutters spilled out from her core, and he allowed her no respite as he rose from his crouch, immediately manhandling her spasming body. He gathered up her legs, bent them over her torso to angle her ass in the air, and she clamped a hand over her mouth. The glint in his eyes was nothing short of predatory, and she trembled under his gaze, essence sliding down her inner thighs to soak the bed as black excitement ruled her. He used his arm like a steel band across her thighs to lock her in position, satisfied that she couldn't escape, and bent her further back.

It wasn’t fair. He knew what he was doing and had her trapped like prey. She could only pant through her nose as her chest heaved and her cunt quickly slackened around his length. Her release still lapped through her like luscious waves of steaming water as she screamed into her muffling hand. Her ass lifted to take him deeper, impossibly so, her inner walls fluttering wildly as she kept coming and he fucked her through it. Her cunt gripped his cock possessively, her fiery, sensitive flesh holding him captive. The brutal pleasure was so intense it was a burst of vivid scarlet light behind her quivering eyelids, wholly unable.

Somehow, she was pushed even further back. He withdrew from her tight clasp and slammed back in, his smile turning wicked as she pulsed around his cock, so deep inside her she foolishly thought they’d never be untangled. He soon found a rhythm that sent her reeling and stopped him from coming before she did. The mesmerizing sight of him using her body hard unleashed a guttural growl from her chest, every thrust was exquisitely emphatic and rough, her inner walls clenching with every drag of his cock. She was so slick and hot her cunt stroked and clung to his rigid length, sucked him, down, down, down. His dominance over her body was so consuming she no longer cared if she lost her mind in the aftermath. 

His plunging movements slowed, pace erratic as he turned his head and savagely bit her calf to smother his own desperate sounds. She didn't feel the pain, utterly absorbed in the pleasure that coiled and soared through her body. She couldn't imagine it feeling any better, but she wouldn’t risk voicing that aloud. He would take it as a dare and destroy her in the best way. It enthralled her, watching him as he raptly observed the erotic sight of her cunt swallowing his cock again and again. His sapphire eyes were heavy-lidded, face flushed, and intently focused on holding his own release back to make hers last. But she was in torment, wholly unable to withstand the razor edge she was balancing on, cutting her to the bone as the pleasure and pressure rising to steal her sanity demanded an outlet. 

She started begging, pleading through her gritted teeth, urging him to fuck her hard in a cracked and shivering voice, imploring him to make her ache. Make her scream. She wanted to feel him long after he left her body, a physical reminder of his love and worship of her. His midnight chuckle sent goosebumps scattering across her sweat-pebbled skin as he held down her twisted, quaking body with force and thrust within her taut cunt so viciously that her teeth rattled. He owned her in that moment, completely in control as she submitted to him and surrendered to the burning. Unable to move, talk, or retreat, she could only lie there and take it. 

Her orgasm was so violent, her inner walls clenched around his length, gripping him tightly, and dragged him into ecstasy with her. His feral growling and her choked cries blended as he buried himself inside her and emptied himself into her, flooding her completely. It was overwhelming. Even now, after all this time, his mastery of her still had the power to take her apart at the seams. She never doubted he’d be able to put her back together, her trust in him was set in stone. The strength of her release washed away all her worries, past, present, and future, leaving her only with warmth and love. Her twitching, aching body was leaden and light all at once, her pounding heart the only sound in her head. She wanted to stay in that rapturous, glowing place, to live and grow old together there, but Jake managed a few words that made her smile brighter than she had in weeks. 

“I found him. We can set the date soon, Sweetheart.”

~*~

Thank you for reading, liking or reblogging, I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed it. Take care and look after yourself 🥰❤️

[harunayuuka2060]

Crowley: Now for today's housewarden meeting.

Crowley: This will be about Mr. Rosehearts' recent overblot situation.

Kalim: Excuse me, headmage. But is it fine for us to talk about this?

Riddle: Do not worry. I have given him my permission as it is extremely important.

Idia: Did you consider asking me before agreeing to this?

Riddle: You wouldn't allow me to enter your room!

Idia: *sigh*

Vil: I've heard MC helped you and defeated the phantom themselves. *confused frown* How is that possible?

Leona: Vil Schoenheit has a point. I never knew phantoms can be fought physically.

Azul: Or that it could be extracted from the one who overblotted.

Crowley: Mr. Shroud, I believe I'm allowed to give the details?

Idia: Sure. You have my father's approval.

Crowley: *clears throat* I believe MC's ability to separate phantoms from the magician's body is due to the fact that they're a child of hell.

Riddle: Child of...

Leona: ...Hell?

Idia: This should've been a confidential information. But my father and I didn't expect that someone in this school would overblot.

Idia: Anyway, that's that.

Vil: Are you not going to elaborate?

Idia: No. But if you're worried if they would overblot someday or would hurt you like a demon, hm. Yeah, it depends. So far, MC has only hurt phantoms. Heheh.

Kalim: Oh, wow! Sounds like they're a guardian or something!

Idia: Yes. But that doesn't mean you're free to overblot whenever you want just because they can beat your phantoms for you. Like yeah, no. Learn to go to a therapist.

Riddle: One question, Idia-senpai.

Riddle: Have you ever overblotted?

Idia: Let's see... When I was a kid, yeah. Mine was like a way smaller they just shoved it into the crate.

The housewardens: ...

Leona: Hey, radish sprout. If they're a protector, then why were they heavily-chained when they first entered NRC?

Idia: That's... That's soooooo confidential that if I tell you, I'll be forced to delete your memories.

Leona: *frowns* What?

Crowley: Well, that's all for this housewarden meeting. If you have any questions, just save them for now and we'll discuss them next time.

Vil: That gentle giant is a hell child?

Riddle: I know. It's hard to imagine it.

Kalim: But if we're going to think about it, don't they fit the description?

Vil, Riddle, and Kalim: *has recalled what they looked like on their first day*

Vil: Now that you've mentioned it, yes.

Kalim: *laughs* Even so, I'm glad they're someone that can be trusted in times of danger!

Ortho: How did the meeting go?

Idia: Nothing noteworthy. Just slightly shocked that MC is a hell child.

Ortho: But Idia, that information hasn't confirmed yet. That's merely a nickname given by the ancestors of Shroud family.

Idia: Hell is still hell. Anyway, what is MC doing right now?

Ortho: They've discovered a new plant called bonsai.

Idia: Ah.

Ace: Bwahahahah! No! You can't name it "Riddle"!

Ace: Do you want him to go off with your head?

Deuce: I honestly think Housewarden Rosehearts would mind.

MC: *grunts*

Ace: Fine, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Ace: By the way, MC? I've heard from Trey-senpai that a third-year senpai from Diasomnia was looking for you.

MC: *tilts their head*

Ace: What was his name again? Ah! Lilia Vanrouge!

[the-ace-with-spades]

Another unhinged buddie fic idea - amnesia Eddie at his best and dumbest

So Eddie gets hurt, hits his head, is unconscious for like two weeks and when he finally wakes up, he thinks it's 2018, he's almost finishing fire academy and his parents are still saying he should let them take Chris away permanently.

To say he panics is an understatement — his muscles are weak after the lack of stimuli but he still puts a fight with the nurse that's trying to take his blood pressure.

He keeps on asking about where he is and where is Chris, only gets a you're in Cedars Sinai MC in Los Angeles and doesn't take for answer anything that tells him to stay still or to be careful with the IV, until the nurse says, "Your partner is right outside, I'm sure he's arranged something for your son."

He freezes. "My partner? I don't have a partner. Who is taking care of my kid?"

The nurse's face changes and there are suddenly more and more questions about what he remembers last, what year he thinks is, and does he remember his partner's name. He tells her - he fell asleep in his bed, 2018, he doesn't have a partner because he's been separated from his wife for a few years now.

Apparently, the year is 2023, he was on a call with his fire crew and got hurt, his partner is definitely his partner because he's his power of attorney, next of kin, and has been taking care of his kid.

So the nurse leaves to talk to the doctor and his partner who is still outside, with said doctor.

(Eddie doesn't know that but the nurse was either absolutely sure this is what Buck is because there are assumptions and there are legal medical documents or she is sure this is the mythical firefighters' bond and they're just very close work partners - your pick. Either way, Eddie thinks she means romantic life partner.)

Meanwhile, Eddie goes through all stages of grief because his apparent partner he acquired in the past five years is a he and apparently such a sure thing he's in all of Eddie's medical documents.

A guy. What kind of a guy he would have to be for Eddie to choose him as his partner?

Then the nurse comes back with a very tall, very handsome guy built like a brick wall but also making a face that makes him look like an eager but sad golden retriever and—

Oh. That explains some stuff. If just looking at him makes Eddie feel like it, then he can't even phantom what being with him feels like.

The guy stops mid-room, not going for a hug like Eddie expected him to. "Heard you don't remember me."

And he sounds so sad that Eddie reaches his hand out and the guy — his partner — is instantly at his side, gripping his hand, and Eddie doesn't let him go until he gets the point and pulls a chair closer and sits with him.

"I don't. So a name would be nice."

"Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck."

And like, Eddie's never been big for pet names but even in this short moment Buck seems so bright he wants to call him mi sol. "I call you Buck?"

Buck chuckles. "Yeah, you call me Buck. Unless you're really serious, then you call me, you call me Evan."

"Evan," he tests out. "Sounds like you're in trouble."

And Buck smiles at him so softly Eddie is melting in that bed, warmth hitting him where he's still holding Buck's hand hostage and traveling up. "Not to me."

Bobby, who is apparently their captain — even though Eddie has a feeling like he's talking to his in-laws again the whole time he is there — brings Chris to the hospital and he's so big, already eleven, and so sassy with Eddie.

He's also very, very familiar with Buck, which calms him down - he talks about the funny sandwich cutters Buck's been using the whole time Eddie was in the hospital to cheer him up and tentatively admits how they slept in the same bed the first week because Chris had nightmares.

And even though his dad landed in the hospital — again, apparently? — Chris seems very, well, very well-adjusted to the situation at hand, even if Eddie can see he's being a bit clingy with both Eddie and Buck. Like the adults in his life are doing a good job at shielding him.

Buck is the one who has all the hard conversations with him, about Shanon, about his parents, about his abuela moving to Texas because of a whole pandemic, about the accident he had at work, and what will happen once he leaves the hospital.

It's really reassuring, that it's Buck telling him all that.

If he had any doubts about Buck being a very, very good and very, very close partner, all of it disappears when they go back home from the hospital.

His whole house has signs of Buck living their best lives in there — there are photos, cookbooks, cooking utensils Eddie doesn't even know the names of, Buck's clothes mixed in his wardrobe, cards from Chris for the both of them. It's very clear Buck is not only a big part of their life but also lives with them full-time, too.

He knows where everything in the kitchen is — "I have a system, Eddie" — and he knows where all Eddie's insurance paperwork is, knows the PINs to his phone, his cards and accounts, he knows all about Chris' medical needs. He knows how Eddie likes his coffee, how Chirs likes his toasts, which shaving cream Eddie likes, which toothbrush is Eddie's, which pair of shoes Eddie's only bought because they were on discount and never worn, which of Christopher's notebooks is the one for math.

He doesn't remember the past five years but he can't imagine not having Buck as his partner. Knowing he is there doesn't make him anxious like he thought it would — it makes him calm, settled.

So he's offended when the first night comes and Buck tries to bring spare blankets onto their couch. He wants him in their bed.

He gets that Buck is trying to give him space since Eddie doesn't really remember all the years they've been together, but that's a bit much. They're partners, and pretty solid ones at that, not just a new couple figuring stuff out, they must have slept together a million times.

So Eddie tells him to go off the couch and sleep in bed with him. It takes some convincing but eventually, Buck agrees. They lie down, Buck is being unnecessarily awkward, turning his back on Eddie in the dark. Eddie is not having this — turns towards him and spoons him, holding him in his arms. He's pretty sure Eddie getting hurt and forgetting five years is stressful on Buck, too, even if he doesn't show it. He deserves the comfort of his partner, even if said partner doesn't remember all of their life together.

It happens again the night after, and the night after that, until Buck stops tensing up whenever Eddie wraps his arms around him.

Because Eddie was unconscious for so long, he still needs PT, and Buck somehow manages to arrange that Eddie's and Chris' PT is at the same time and Buck oscillates between staying with either of them for the duration. There's one time when the receptionist at the therapy center asks him why he comes in so often when he looks fine — she's flirting with him, Eddie knows, which makes him glare at her, and Buck just tells her, "I'm just the chauffer for my boys." And Eddie calms down.

They assessed him at the hospital and he's supposed to have someone's handheld assistance or use a stick or a frame when he walks, until the PT gets his legs to the state from before. Using either the stick or the frame makes him feel like an old man, and the feeling doubles when Buck, the hunk of a man that he is, is nearby, so he refuses to use it when Buck is around. Which ends with Buck helping him around by placing an arm around his back and holding his hand with the other whenever Eddie needs to move.

Which is an absolutely amazing feeling because Buck is both the gentlest of giants, always knowing when Eddie needs reassurance and so freaking fit and big, Eddie can just rest against his chest whenever he feels wobbly or needs comfort from the embarrassment. It's a very contrasting feeling because it makes Eddie want to be held and pecked all over his face and thrown into the wall to make out.

Eddie's physical fitness improves and he misses Buck's touch the second his therapist says he can start moving without assistance.

That's the only problem Eddie has — Buck refuses to touch him. Again, he knows it's a bit weird with Eddie not remembering. At first, he thought it was just Buck giving him the lead on how much he wants them to do but then Buck keeps on ducking out any time Eddie initiates something.

He goes in for a kiss when Buck is drinking coffee and he dodges, standing up before Eddie can try again. Eddie gives Chris a kiss goodbye and goes to give Buck one, where he's standing next to their kid, and Buck skips out the door, telling him he's going to start the AC in the car. He tries to curl up against his side on the couch and Buck gets up with an excuse of making popcorn or tea or anything else possible. When Eddie slips into the shower while Buck is brushing his teeth, he leaves the bathroom with the toothbrush still in hand. Buck pretends to be asleep when he kisses his neck and swats Eddie's hands off when he moves them under his t-shirt when they're spooning, always calls out Eddie in the dark, like he isn't sure Eddie is comprehending what he's doing.

(Buck is pretty sure Eddie is trying to kill him — just make him have a heart attack or something — even if not deliberately. He isn't suspecting a thing about Eddie's partners assumption.)

It's like Eddie has a partner that loves him but without the bits that are funny. Like, he thought life-affirming sex is a thing and he is cleared for physical activity now and still out of work and going stir-crazy.

He doesn't get it and he can't talk about this with Buck because it almost feels like Buck is rejecting him, every time he ducks away from Eddie's affection or doesn't reciprocate it.

"Buck is—He loves me, right? He hasn't stopped after the accident, he's—He finds me attractive, he wants me, right?"

(Hen, sweet Hen, thinks he figured out Buck is in love with him now that he has a bit of an outsider perspective, and mutters, "Oh boy," cursing in her head because it's too early for this conversation. She isn't even suspecting Eddie heard partners once and ran wild with it.)

"I don't see where you're going with this," Hen says diplomatically.

"It's just, he's not doing anything about it," he explains. "It feels like he's barely touching me."

Hen is freaking out because of all times, Eddie had to realize now—"Do you... want him to touch you?"

"Have you seen him?" Eddie asks and then frowns. "Oh, right, playing for a different team."

"You just had a brain injury," she points out, hoping Eddie will find his brain somewhere, actually, and think.

"It's been almost two months, the doctors say I'm fine, memories aside," he says stubbornly.

"Eddie, I don't think Buck is going to make any first moves when you don't remember the past five years you guys—" She needs to change the track because she's saying too much. "Why don't you just talk to him about it?"

"And say what? Please bend me over our kitchen table? Please shower with me? Please give me kisses goodbye? Please hold me at night?"

"You probably should start with something more...tame," Hen suggests.

He's tried tame — he's tried initiating kisses and hugs and Buck doesn't respond. It's like he is afraid to touch him and Eddie isn't made of glass.

He needs to do something drastic.

So at night, he waits for Buck to come to bed, lights dimmed, and when Buck pulls the covers away to slide into bed with him, Eddie is naked — he can't be more blunt, if this flies over Buck's head, he'll be worried.

"Oh my god," Buck keeps on repeating, not looking at Eddie, blindly trying to put the covers over Eddie.

"Oh, come on, I can't be more obvious," he complains. "Why can't you just touch me, Evan?"

He's taking deep breaths, not looking at Eddie at all and this is the opposite of what he aimed for. "You don't want me, Eddie, you don't even know me."

"I definitely want you," he protests, irritated. He knows what he wants, it's Buck who's been missing the signals right and left. "And I know you, you're my partner, my Buck—I know you want this, too."

It's the truth — when he thinks Eddie can't notice, he looks at him like Eddie is everything he could ask for. He wants him to look at him like that now, too. He knows Buck, even if memories aren't there.

"We're not doing anything until you get your memories back and you actually know who I am."

"What if I never get my memories back?"

Buck doesn't reply and for a second Eddie think he got him, but then Buck stands up from the bed and says, "I think I should move out."

"What?" Eddie protests because that's definitely not what he was aiming for. Buck's place is with them, even if things in their relationship are a bit dry or stilled. "And where exactly would you go?"

"I do actually have my own place, you know?"

And how Eddie was supposed to know? He lives with them. He should not have a back-up place to go.

"I think I'm sending you mixed signals and you obviously don't remember enough to interpret them with clarity in your head," he tells Eddie and leaves.

He actually leaves the house, too, no matter how much he's asking to just sit down and listen to him. He spends the night trashing from side to side, expecting Buck to be back any moment but never getting him back.

(Meanwhile, Buck doesn't go to the loft because everything is dusty in there since he's moved into Eddie's place when he had to take care of Chris when he was still unconscious. Instead, he goes to Maddie's and complains to her over a glass of wine, aiming to stay on her couch overnight. "You didn't see him, Maddie, he was just lying there like a starfish, completely naked, going all, now you can touch me all you want—" and Chim wakes up Jee with how hard he drops the pans he was pretending to clean while eavesdropping.)

Buck comes back in the morning to take Chris to school — he doesn't offer Eddie to take him together and they don't talk at all.

Eddie needs to talk to someone about this because he might have somehow ruined the relationship with the man he's pretty sure he'd like to marry one day. By wanting him to touch him, of all things. But everyone is at work.

Pepa is retired, though. The problem is, Eddie isn't about to tell her Buck had threatened to move out because Eddie wanted him to fuck him.

So he asks the more appropriate question, "Why are we not married yet, actually?"

Maybe if they were married, Buck wouldn't have some secret place to escape. Maybe he'd feel like he can touch Eddie because Eddie is his on paper, too.

Pepa gives him a look that says he's crazy. "Who?"

"Buck and I, obviously." Forget crazy, Pepa stares at him like he's insane. "What? Does Buck—not want to get married? Did I say anything about this to you?"

"Mijo," she says, sounding like it pains her to do so. "You and Buck are not—you're not together, Eddie."

Eddie laughs because that's—that's not possible, they're partners, Buck's been taking care of him and Chris since Eddie woke up, and long, long before that even if Eddie doesn't remember it. He's Eddie's power of attorney and next of kin and he's in Eddie's will, he's all but a step away from adopting Chris, knows all of Chris' and Eddie's medical history, their allergies, their likes and dislikes. He's Eddie's partner.

Pepa is not laughing, just looking at him with that pitying expression on her face,

"But—he loves me, he loves Chris, he loves us," he says dumbly.

"Believe me, I know, we all know," she says. "We've tried stirring you in the right way but you're very stubborn, mijo."

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Dreams of Love

Dreams of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Alfons Sylvatica x MC

Part of : Kinktober hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt : 1.  Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand &

 2. Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering & 24.  Facesitting  |  Deepthroating from @xxsycamore list

Tag: Old lovers, Gloryholes, Anonymous sex, Mention of bisexuality, Oral, male receiving, Deepthroating, Mirror Masturbation, Cockdrunk, Cockworship, Come swallowing Minors DNI!!

Word Count : 3.035

Author’s Note: An evening like any others turn into so much more when Roger decide to invite Alfons to visit a certain inn, unaware of the pain and pleasure they would both find withing walls that have countless stories to told, enough to coaxe the ephemeral phantom in a night of bittersweet affection he would have never expected to find so pleasant. 😏

Side note : The MC is not the one in the game but an old lover of his possesed by a curse too.

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

Of all the places Alfons expected Roger to bring him in, when he had more mirthfully announced he was going to show him something he would have surely liked, a seemingly innocuous room in an otherwise pretty dull street of an anonymous inn was the last thing he would have ever expected.

“Oh my, don't tell me you brought me to visit a one night stand of yours.”

“Ahahah as it could be, you know I don’t want strings attached when I partake in it, plus I won’t be so irresponsible as to not tell them beforehand.”

“Your morals are really admirable.”

“Morals as if.” 

Roger let out a scornful chuckle.

“I merely didn’t want to be bothered by some who seek serious lovers.” 

“I am mostly perplexed. I have to say from the setting, what are we up to if I may ?”

“In one minute you will discover it.” 

With rapid steps he reached for a door knocking twice then turned the doorknob once in each direction and after a while a voice from inside asked him to identify themselves with nicknames.

For that night alone Roger would have been known as the Hunter and Alfons as the Mirror.

“You really couldn't think of more fitting names, don’t you?”

“Aahahhaha what are you complaining about, old chap ? You haven’t a shed of faith in your friend.”

“Ah I would never dare to suggest something so unbecoming of a gentleman.” 

Their banter though got interrupted as the door finally opened, an hooked man hushed them to get inside before closing it behind their back, the room was shed in light to the point of being garish as it shone and flickered sultrily over the golden decorations of the polished wooden furniture caressing the scarlet brocades of the upholstery, people of all social classes continue to come and go from the huge flight of steps covered in the same  thick reddish carpet of the floor they were in, muffling their movements as they clumsily made their way toward the exit with smiles from lecherous to blissful betraying the nature of their business in the upstairs rooms.

“What our gentlemen may be interested in to satisfy their desires ?”

The velvety voice of the masked man was low and clear enough to make them focus back on the matter at hand, shame not lingering in him as he waited for their answers.

“I really like the sight of a beautiful woman crying in pleasure.”

“As Mister Hunter desires, please come this way.”

A short man dressed in a brown cape led him away from his sight, Alfons smiled faking annoyance at the enthusiastic smirk Roger offered him as they ducked in an hallway.

“What about you, Mister Mirror, how would you like to find pleasure within our humble walls?”

“I am not of great expectations but I would like you to show me something I have never seen before, as long as it piques my curiosity I am up for anything.”

“I see your request is indeed a peculiar one but fear not. We have the right solution, we guarantee to find something that would entertain you and keep you satisfied as well.”

Alfons raised his eyebrow at the prompt answer, following the scarlet caped man as he led him further away from the entrance and deeper in the maze like hallways of the inn.

Lascivious moans and guttural groans melted and mixed together in a melody of lust resonating through the little space of the corridor, noises of headboard hitting against walls and skin being slapped muffled by the much louder mewls of both pain and pleasure swirling in the air in a cacophony not new to his ear but that in the darkness of the inn, barely lightened by the flame flickering on the candlesticks mounted on the walls elicited in him a sort of curiosity toward the kind of pleasure he would have found behind the door his escort most kindly indicated to him.

“Here you will find something to satisfy even the most demanding taste, but if by any chance anything should bore you I beg you to roam the rooms as you like. I wish you a very pleasant evening.”

Pleasant indeed was the prospect of it, a light smirk curling his lips at the sight of the utterly banal walls if not for a particular hole cut in the lower half of the one facing the door, walking closer he noticed it to have been covered around the edges with velvet certainly to make it more pleasurable for the clients of the inn.

It was since his young adult years he didn’t see a glory hole like that, its sight awoke memories of his nocturnal prowling and of all the pleasure he learnt to give and receive honing his skill at every given occasion. 

A smirk playing on his lips as he leisurely waltzed to look at it, humming in delight as his gloved fingers ascertained the thickness of the wall, it would have been awkward if it had feel in the middle of the act and yet once the same thing happened to him, luckily the guy on the other side wasn’t so prude and so they fucked the night away or else he would have been pretty annoyed at the prospect to find another playmate to entertain himself with.

How many memories he had of that time Alfons reflected bitterly, Roger's penchant for remembering old times must have rubbed off on him a bothersome nuisance he would have done his best to give up … even though a part of him didn’t want to forget his own memories, messy as they were.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he regained his composure in the blink of an eye, his carefree smile once more in his place as he shot a glance at the seemingly innocuous hole in the wall.

If that was the game then he would have most devotedly partaken in it like the impenitent hedonist he was, with movements too refined for such a place he took off his coat and waistcoat draping them on an empty armchair before undoing his cravat that haplessly fell on top of them along his gloves.

Alfons knew exactly what to do and yet a primal curiosity brought him to peer in the opening on the wall, nothing out of the ordinary caught his eyes except for the scarlet bed at the center of the room and the soft fuzzy carpet placed right under the hole,waiting for someone to show up without making a move was useless and so with any further ado he unbuckled his pants, showing them off along his undergarments.

The fresh air of the room hit his cock who laid flaccid in his hand, he had not the whole evening to expect for something to excite him and so he started stroking it, thankfully there was a mirror next to the coat hanger he used to get aroused by the lewd action of watching himself caress his dick.

A smirk on his lips as he met the gaze of his reflection in the mirror, there was in his grey eyes a speck of sadness latching onto his smile but he soon looked away from it, focusing on the way his hand slide up and down his shaft, brushing over his glans, all the while his other hand went to cup his balls squeezing them enough to make a bead of precum spill from its orifice skillfully smeared from his thumb all around his tip, scraping his short nails over the light blue veins stretching all around his length, he could have  almost cum from a sight like that, and it wouldn’t have even been anything new to him, but as much as he hated making pleasure wait he had to.

Reluctantly he pulled away from the mirror, shooting  a last sultry glance to his fully erect manhood  standing proud and throbbing between his legs, lewd and shameless alike his owner.

He took a deep breath before guiding it in the hole waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the frizzy air making him shiver as his member throbbed painfully against the hardness of the wood begging to be touched again.

If there was something Alfons hated in the world aside hard labour was having his pleasure postponed or worse denied, he gritted his teeth pushing against the wall hoping for someone, anyone to do something and brush away his boredom along the dark thoughts that otherwise threatened to swim freely in his mind stealing the little fun he could have had if they had not spoiled it for him.

His wait was rewarded generously the moment he felt a pair of lips kiss the base of his dick close to his balls, heat rushed in his cheeks robbing him of all coherent thoughts, there was only one woman in all London that begin her blowjobs like that, he knew her at the point forgetting was never an option, nor for his body nor for his heart racing madly in his chest.

An husky growl escaped his lips as her velvety tongue swirled around his base, her soft hands cradled his balls in her hand, moulding and squeezing them lightly as she scraped her teeth on his length.

“Damnation.” 

A curse slipped through his gritted teeth as he pushed against the wood, it was not even a whole minute and he already felt on the verge of cumming like an inexperienced teen, such was the effect she had on him, her and only her.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, tingling like a fairy and as much as ephemeral he almost thought to have dreamed, but he soon had to return to reality when he felt her long fingers indolent stroking his cock up and down, torturing him as she raked her nails through the bush of dark curls concealing his balls the same she shamelessly traced the outline of with her index digit followed in tow by the warm wetness of her tongue and softness of her lips as she entertained herself sucking them one at time welcomed into her warm mouth robbing a growl of dissatisfaction from his lips as she pulled away resuming her idle massage switching from his testicles to the engorged glans of his penis, tickling it with her soft thumb.

A groan erupted from his throat as she finally engorged his tip in her mouth, her tongue ran flat over his frenulum over and over again before flickering swiftly over his orifice pushing him closer to the limit, he so hoped she would have been merciful enough to grant him and take responsibility for the what she had aroused … but it seem he was wrong, a whimper of dissatisfaction dissimulated in an heavy sigh escaped his lips as he felt some drop of precum rolling down his shaft tickling its sensitive skin.

Alfons gritted his teeth, clawing the smooth surface of the wood enough to leave signs that were by far the only ones, almost as he had run a thousand miles he painted heavily, he tried to regain as much air as he could breathing through his mouth as he leaned his head against the wall feeling sweat trickling down his torso clinging his shirt to his skin, making him hyper aware of the state he was in as he faced the wall, his pants unbuttoned pooled at his feet along his drawers, his butt naked alike his aching legs, except for his calves still cladded in socks hold up by garthers, and shoes, a most comical sight he hoped no one would have been subject to look at but he knew deep down that even if someone saw he wouldn't have minded.

He muttered under his breath an incorrect string of words as he pushed against the wall, begging for her to do something, anything, but make him wait so long for his release … but after all he shouldn't have been one to talk since he often did the same to her, pushing her close to a climax only to withdraw when she least expected it leaving them both unsatisfied until she took matter into her own hands, riding him until dawn.

What was a dream and what reality ?

Alfons didn't know anymore, he knew nothing in that moment but the painful throbbing of his shaft between his legs, his tip scraping against the hardness of the wood at each thrust of his, each minute of having his pleasure denied brought him closer to madness, gnawing at his impeccable facade of gentleman.

“More.” 

His words a plea he wasn’t sure she heard but luckily for him she did, a low growl rumbled out of his throat at the familiar velvet of her tongue licking down his cock avidly polishing it from the beads of precum that stained it, rewarding him plenty for the wait he had to endure for her to finally make a move, as she wasn’t bold enough to do it on her own without needing any encouragement.

A shameless groan of pleasure echoed in the room as she engulfed her mouth around his member, it was big enough to hit the back of her throat but she didn’t seemed to mind as she begin to bob her head up and down taking delight in caressing the raven curls above his dick sultrily sliding her index finger all the way up to his bellybutton, caressed with he daresay reverence, her own way to thank him for his existence, a moment of tenderness that was enough to move him to the core, wetting his grey eyes he was for once grateful she couldn’t see … but thinking twice he preferred if she saw remembering the passionate way she poured her love into him at each thrust and kiss she offered him when she senses he needed it.

Moment she decided to boost pulling him out and kissing its tip before engulfing it back all the way in her warm mouth.

“Lustful siren.”

A string of curse escaped his lips as he felt her sticky saliva coating his member pooling right on his tip her sinful tongue didn’t stopped swirling lasciviously on, her soft lips fluttering like a butterfly along his shaft tickling its sensitive skin all the while her skillful fingers cradled his balls, stroking them up and down in time with the movements of her head.

He was close so very close to a climax he tried to push away to enjoy as much as he can the sweet sensation of her warm mouth engulfing his cock to the fullest, and yet for as much as he did his best to grit his teeth still his jaw unclenched at the overwhelming pleasure letting out such erotic guttural groans he was sure she could hear from her soft giggles reverberating through his skin seeping into him warming him heart, because even if he had never admitted it she was one of the few that managed to get under his skin and gain a semblance of affection from a man closed off to any kind of deep human connection.

Like a lightning during a summer storm his climax washed over him robbing low groans that tumbled from his lips as he pressed his forehead against the wall clawing on it, grateful for her movements as she helped him ride out his orgasms eagerly continuing to bob her head up and down in time with each twitch of his cock spurting thick ropes of cum in her mouth, that judging by her satisfied moans she most avidly swallowed like it was the most delicious meal in the world.

“My dove.” 

His voice a whisper as he leaned his forehead to the wall, his heart beating of his own accord in his chest with a mix of lust and he daresay affection he held for her even though he wasn’t sure it was really her the one who gifted him that mindblowing orgasm that night but his doubts got cleared soon enough as he heard a voice he would have recognized amidst thousands.

“Alfons Sylvatica.” 

His raspy breath melting into a groan as he clawed on the wood wishing for it to dissolve, if just that once he wanted to meet her and have sex like they did in the old days before she left, he knew her missions brought her all over Europe but with her as he never did before he wished they wouldn’t have been cursed, then they could have been free living the life they wanted, together in an comfortable house like a normal middle class couple.

He sighed heavily, bittersweet desire he knew to be destined to remain a dream, an illusion not less unreal than the ones they showed and entranced people with. 

“Meet me at The beautiful swan tavern this saturday and you may find yourself in for a treat.”

Her seductive voice ever charming, only one able to put a spell on him, the ephemeral phantom no man or woman was ever able to get close to, except his too kind for his own good employer, she alone could make him envision dreams  far more vivid than the ones he gifted others ever were. 

“I will be there.”

“See you, Mirror. Don't let me down.”

There was something strangely forlorn in her tone, and even if he knew that she would have loved him regardless if he showed there or not his heart begged him to let himself feel love, be it for a fleeting instant, with her, intoxicated as he was he listened to it, his voice way too sweeter for his liking as he murmured longingly. 

“I won’t, my dove.”

After a tug on his cock she pulled back from the hole reluctantly he tucked it back in with shaking hands riding on the euphoria that encounter brought him, clinging to him like a stubborn puppy even after he slumped on his bed at the castle admiring the sun rising up from his slumber behind the mountains, his lips curled, for once, in an honest smile.

[tellodona]

Imagine the brothers with and mc who's comfortable sitting in the most random positions ever. Like sitting upside down on the couch, curled up really tightly on a chair- do you vision what I'm visioning?? Yeah anyways I feel like demons aren't as flexible has humans and so they'd just be really freaking confused like how??

I thought of this really randomly so yk hopenhave fun with it!! <3

- Sky

i've always had this headcanon after seeing a fic about it ! where the demons and angels aren't as flexible as humans

time to traumatize some demons

the brothers when mc sits in a bone-cracking (for them) position

heads up: gn!mc

lucifer

the both of you were hanging out in his study whilst he works

he excuses himself to get a glass of water

leaves you sitting upside down on one of the sofas, your legs up and your head dangling over at the edge, but he didn't think much of it at first

he comes back to see you bending over the sofa's backrest, your upper body behind it and your lower body facing him

he pales

slightly maybe

he places down the glass on the coffee table, and walked around the sofa, and you tilt your head up at him

"oh, hey lucifer"

mc?????????

you didn't look like you were in any pain, but still

he left you alone and just sat and worked again on his desk, sparing you a glance every now and then

you were trying out more positions that he's trying so hard to fight a grimace

he swears he feels a phantom ache somewhere on his back

mammon

the both of you were in his room (he dragged you there as soon as you got changed when you got home from rad)

you were laying on his couch, him sitting there too, and your legs over his lap

both of you were on your phones

the more focused on your phone you were, your legs somehow get raised into the air

he doesn't even notice it either

it was then ten minutes later he realizes the weight on his lap was gone, so he turns to his right to see you still there

but your legs bent all the way to your head

he jaw drops

he pulls at your legs, pulling them down back on his lap

"what the hell do you think you were doin', huh?!"

you don't even know

you just stare at each other

leviathan

listen, i know, we're going to be expecting you and levi to be playing games, don't come at me

anyway

you were sitting on the floor with him in front of his monitor, playing god knows what (you didn't understand him because he said the name too quickly)

you were sitting in indian seat, which didn't set any alarms in his head at first, since he's sitting like that too

but then you did this pose to get a good look at the monitor

i legit don't know how to describe it, so google came in clutch

levi looked at you with a grimace and worry

"mc... is that comfortable? or..."

you sit up straight and put your attention to him

"is what comfortable?"

he never got to answer because his character died

satan

he invited you to his room to show you books he recently bought

you were interested in one of the genres, and he pointed out a stack somewhere with the same ones

you went over and looked over the titles and found the one at the bottom sounding interesting

you did a split to slide to the bottom to get it

satan GAPED

and when you stood up just as casually he stared at you with his jaw still open

"uhm. there's a fly going inside your mouth"

"oh"

asmodeus

he read something about yoga in an article from the human world

so he's been curious about it so he asked you to show him what it is

he asked for something that doesn't need standing too much, and you coincidentally was already sitting on his bed

so you delivered

this pose

he gasped

"m- mc, dear! you're breaking your bones!"

"...but you were asking about yoga poses..."

"i will never ask again! sit up straight! sit properly! hurry! your beautiful legs!"

beelzebub

you both were exercising

but then you had to tie your shoe

he was about to offer to tie them for you, but then you sat down and bent all the way down to reach your shoes

he was horrified

"mc!!!!!"

he picks you up and straightens your body out

"mc! y- you could've broken your bones! are you okay????"

"i was just tying my shoe..."

yeah he'll be carrying you home on his shoulder

belphegor

you were sleeping in the attic

he had to go back to his room to get his favorite pillow

when he returns, he sees your body twisted around

his jaw drops 2.0

he approaches you, hovering his hands over your body, unsure of what to do

you didn't look like you were in any discomfort, but then again, you were asleep...

but then you moved on your own to sleep on your side, your body not horrifically twisted

he's still unsure

he just cuddles into you, subtly feeling for any broken bones and just sleeps on his worries

(he forgot humans were flexible)

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY

i'm also sorry this is bland af......

[coolishfoolishness]

Ranking JoJo parts based on how well Araki writes women (worst to best)(this is only opinion based on my horrible memory, feel free to offer constructive criticism)-

Part 1: Phantom Blood- The only named female character is Erina, and she's literally just the world's most generic love interests.

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders- Jotaro's mom's stand is killing her because she lacks fighting spirit (is a woman that is a mother). We get the first girl to be a tag along kid in JoJo's, and she developes a crush on the mc and is eventually just dropped from the story. Also, we get 3 female villains, one never shown canonically, and another who's motivation is to fuck DIO (fair), and finally one who ends up as a fat joke. But hey! At least our mc doesn't get a generic love interest!

Part 2: Battle Tendency- Erina is now a cranky granny who strikes fear in the heart of her grandson and also supports beating up racists!!! Then we get our femme fatal, Lisa Lisa... who is used for fanservice once and turns into a damsel in distress. Then there's Suzy Q, the slightly less generic love interest.

Part 5: Golden Wind- Trish was Araki's attempt to write better female characters. Unfortunately, she's pretty much the only female character. She's also a damsel for most of the part, gets one good fight, and then barely does anything for the rest of the part.

Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable- Joseph cheats! On his wife! God damnit! Yukako is an interesting case. On the one hand, her motivation is based on her obsession with a guy. On the other hand, Araki pioneered the yandere trope and made a character who was, according to Japanese beauty standards at the time, unattractive. But then he made it a major plot point to give her a makeover. The character who gives that makeover is a woman. The there's reimi, who plays a major role in finding and defeating the villain! I like her.

Part 7: Steel Ball Run- HOT PANTS!!! LUCY STEEL!!!

Part 6: Stone Ocean- FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!! Two female main characters!!! They're also ripped!!! Pretty sure it passes the bechdel test!!!

[the-teapot-hatter]

I was the one who send the isekai protagonist request, what I meant was that the protagonist does everything to attract the boys’ attention like wearing nice clothes that suit their tastes, partaking in their favourite activities and giving them presents, all just to get them to notice her. But mc here, doesn’t do any of that stuff, they’re only interested in dumpster diving yet somehow has caught the boys’ eyes compared to the overlooked protagonist who actually makes an effort to be seen.

Sorry it took me a little bit to get back to this, I was a little busy. And thank you for the clarification.

This isn't particularly staring any of the boys, but rather a long list of them (their short interactions) and the protagonist's failed attempts at wooing them. After such, she investigates the Reader.

If this isn't want you wanted, or I messed up something while writing, please feel free to tell me and I'll try writing it again to see if I get it correct the next time around.

Really, Aerilyn had tried everything that she could think of. But absolutely nothing was working, which didn't make any sense. She had read all of the novels, had gotten the spin-off games, had spent a ridiculous amount of money to read ahead in the webnovel adaptation, she bought all the merch, had visited every con, had watched and was present for every single interview there had been with the author.

Out of everyone, Aerilyn could say that she was the one that understood the characters the best. She was the one that knew all there was to know about this world and it's characters. So, logically, she was the one that was best suited to wooing the harem of men that the Saintess had won throughout her travels in the original, right?

All Aerilyn had to do was woo them before the original heroine showed up, and the Saintess hadn't appeared yet, and Aerilyn did the same things she did when wooing the boys (or at least most of the same things), and yet they still weren't interested. Not one. Not one single one of them was interested in Aerilyn. And she had tried everything.

…First, was her attempts with the Phantom Thief…

She had intentionally moved the guards stations so he would have an easier time getting in and out. And once she noticed the guard walking about, placed in front of her new family's treasury, she couldn't help the wide grin on her face. Because she new that wasn't a guard. It was the one and only Phantom Thief Ace Trappola, the second son of Count Trappola.

A mischievous boy that never failed to make her heart flutter any time she read of him through the pages of a book, saw him through a screen, or heard iconic voice lines being spoken from.

Cooling herself, she walked over towards the faked guardsmen, fighting off the grin that wanted to spread across her face once more. She knew exactly what to do to catch his attention!

"You there! What's your name?" Aerilyn called, watching as the fake guardsmen turned to look at her. The pounding of her heart taking on an excited erratic pace.

"My name is Sept, Lady Cyprus." The fake guardsmen answered, and Aerilyn had to fight off the squeal that made its way up her throat. While Ace did well to disguise his voice, he would never be able to hide himself from a rabid fan like Aerilyn.

"Oh? I don't recall having any guardsmen being named that. Let alone assigned this section of the manner." Aerilyn didn't actually pay attention to the guardsmen's names, but she would let Ace think that she does in order to further impress him. "You're that Phantom Thief that's been stealing from nobles lately, aren't you?" Aerilyn accused.

What she didn't realize at the time, and would never realize, was that Ace was not impressed. In fact, he was more that a little annoyed with the ladies, and some men, that have been coming up to him lately and accusing him of being a Phantom Thief. He didn't mind a good chase every now and again, but this was ridiculous. Then there was the fact that he could be dangerous, for he has a very real sword on him, and the lady before him had decided to confront him without any guardsmen for protection. So, in other words, she was an idiot.

And, as if to further worsen his opinion of her, Aerilyn dug into one of the pockets of her overly huge dress and threw a pouch of coins at him. A particularly smug look on her face. "You shouldn't steal from others, but I need this less than you do. Consider me letting you go a mercy." And then she spun around and walked away. Leaving Ace feeling thoroughly insulted. He didn't steal because he needed money. He did it because of the thrill. Though, lately, it hasn't been nearly as fun due to the increasingly odd behaviors of others.

Days later, Aerilyn was left confused when the Phantom Thief never paid her a visit. He didn't even come up to her and interact with his real identity, leaving her to wonder what she could have possibly done wrong. After all, its what had happened in the novel, right?

…Then, there was her efforts with the Navy's rising star…

Aerilyn didn't actually like working out or doing anything that got her sweaty. But she also knew how beastmen like Jack worked. Or rather how wolves worked. All she had to do was perk his interest, get him interested in her, and she could drop the excessive exercise. 

Until that happened, she would come out of her way every week and train with the patrolling guardsmen, and request training from the Navy to teach her proper self-defense. It wasn't the proper means, but she was a noble lady and could do whatever she wanted. As far as she was concerned, a full group of disgruntled people was more than fine if it would gain Jack's attention.

Only, the beastmen never came up to her. Never interacted with her. Never even offered to help her. She was left confused and frustrated as to why her efforts weren't working. Unknowing to the fact that Jack himself had just wanted the woman to leave. She was throwing everything off and putting a heavy strain on everyone else because of her whims. On top of it all, Jack could tell that she wasn’t even putting that much effort into it, instead ogling at him or one of the many other people.

It left him increasing uncomfortable, something he was growing used to feeling since she was far from the only noble to have pulled a stunt like this recently. He had heard that the Crown Prince was in the action of drafting and setting up a law to prevent this from happening again in the future, but all he could do until that time came was wait. 

To Aerilyn's surprise, two weeks later, she was bared entry. A couple of guardsmen reciting Prince Malleus's new decree, something that Aerilyn had never heard of before. Unsatisfyingly, she ended up having to give up on wooing the wolf beastmen for now. Jack couldn't have been more relieved when his workplace finally went back to normal.

…Her attempts with establishing trade with the up and rising Viscount was a total failure as well…

For weeks, Aerilyn had sent letter after letter to Azul about a business venture she knew he would enjoy and profit from. Not only would she make money from the deal, she could establish contact with Azul as well. She knew the prospect would be successful, since Azul would do so himself in the future and gain a massive profit from it.

She wasn't stealing the idea from him if he hadn't yet thought of it. Not to mention, she would make sure he would still profit from it in the end, so she didn't see the big deal. However, he never answered any of her letters. Not a single one, and Aerilyn couldn't figure out why.

And long soon after, Azul started up the business she had been alluding to in her letters to him, even though she hadn't even given him the full details! She didn't understand why he wasn't answering and she didn't understand why the original seemed to be speeding up. Azul didn't come up with this idea until the saintess made an off handed remark about to Turtolois plant in the east. And the saintess hadn't appeared yet, so she didn't understand what was going on.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul had received letters from not just her, but a whole slew of people. While some were evasive in their letters, he knew enough to piece the information together. While Azul didn't understand why so many letters were addressed to him, why so many people knew about the money making venture and were doing nothing, and why so many people who hadn't had recent contact with each other all seemed to be doing the same things.

While Azul would get as much money from it as he can, he wasn't going to involve himself in something as crazy as this.

…She'd even tried helping the pitiful servant Jamil, but he didn't seem to appreciate her kindness…

She had gone to the Duke Asim's social party, unfortunately, too many people were crowded around Kalim for her to get close to him, so she tried the next best thing. She had requested Jamil's assistance, and as kind as the Duke heir was he granted it, which led her to taking the servant out with her onto the terrace.

"What was it you needed help with, my lady?" Jamil had inquired. Aerilyn's grin was wide, basking in the sound of his hypnotic voice for a moment before she responded to him.

"It was a little hectic in there, I wanted to give you a moment to rest." Was Aerilyn's cheerful response, knowing the servant beside her would appreciate the gesture. Only, he didn't appreciate it, and he was in fact annoyed by it. Multiple people kept pulling this same stunt, which was pulling him away from his work. Which meant he had to do everything later and because he had to do everything later, he had to retire even later.

By this point, Jamil was sure this was some cruel joke on him. That the nobles thought it funny to push him around just because he was a servant to the Asim's. Something he refused to put up with any longer.

At the next party, when Aerilyn made the same request of Kalim, he rejected her. Not only that, but she wasn't invited to the next few parties that the heir threw. In the end leaving Aerilyn confused. How could something like this happen? Was someone messing with her? Were they trying to take her happy ending?

…And on and on it went. She tried everything. And she does mean everything. She imported a rare mining material to Idia because she knew he would use it for his experiments in bringing back his kid brother, Ortho. She had expected him to come ask where she found it, he hadn't…

…She had attempted to empathize with Epel. Give him a moment away from people gushing over his appearance. She had advocated for Vil to play a role in the Opera house for once. She'd brought Riddle a strawberry tart and followed every rule down to the letter in hopes of his approval. She'd talked with Malleus with nonchalance and let him know she wasn't scared of him. She intentionally created "interesting" situations for the Leech twins to get involved in. She let Cater know that she wanted to see the real him instead of the facade he put up…

The point being, she did everything imaginable. And nothing worked! But she did just as the novel's descripted! As the webnovel showed! As the spin-off game suggested! Everything! And yet none of them took any interest in her. So, she launched a secret investigation to see what they were interested in, in hopes of coming up with a new plan.

And she found out that they were interacting with some trash diving peasant that wasn't even worth the dirt beneath their shoes! The character wasn't even mentioned in the original! Not one line dedicated to her! Not one image showed her! She didn't even have the appearance of the faceless NPCs! That's how unimportant she was, and yet all the boys took interest in this nameless nobody.

And then Aerilyn considered the fact that maybe she wasn't the only one that transmigrated. Obviously, this NPC wasn't just a nobody and had to be from the real world like her. They must have done something! And Aerilyn was going to find out what, if it was the last thing she did.

Unbeknownst to Aerilyn, quite a few nobles were already aware that she investigated their lovely trash diving maiden that they were still attempting to convince to live with them. Aerilyn was one of the ones put on top of a blacklist of radicalists that had been popping up more and more lately. Suffice to say, if she pulled anything, she'd be taken care of.