#i do wonder if he'll still seek him out.. it felt like he had his fun and now is going back to his plans with agate

[izzabela]

Could you write headcanons for the Lin Kuei trio (Cyrax & Sektor too if possible) with an Autistic reader helping them deal with a sensory overload? Thank you! ^_^

Too Much - Lin Kuei x GN!autistic!reader (headcanons)

in which you experience a sensory overload

a/n: i'm back

ship[s]: tomas vrbada, kuai liang, bi han, cyrax, sektor x GN!autistic!reader (separate)

warning(s): sensory overload (i did my best on research guys), pre-lin kuei split

Sensory overload: "...occurs when one or more of the body's senses is overstimulated to a point where a person is unable to cope."

While it can be used for PTSD and OCD, for the purposes of this fic, it will be related to autism and people on the spectrum

Tomas Vrbada - Ear-clapping

- ear-clapping is one of the more serious mechanisms that could happen with a sensory overload, which involves the person with autism to aggressively clap their ears. in the most severe cases, screaming and crying can occur

- Tomas learned this was caused by very loud sounds

- to help you, he learned that immediately moving you to a quieter area works wonders

- if there were no available quiet spaces, he did his best to hold you very tightly (and i mean very tightly) and cover your ears for you himself

- sometimes, during the severe attacks, you scratched his arm because they were in the way, but he powered through because you would not only calm down, but according to him- "tis but a scratch!"

Kuai Liang - Foot-tapping

- Kuai Liang used to think you foot-tapped when you were annoyed

- it always happened during the meetings where they were held in the old meeting hall, where the flames always seemed to flicker a bit too much

- or it happened when you heard the ancient clock in your shared room tick-tick-tick too much (he had it removed after weeks of back-and-forth between one of the elders)

- Kuai helps you out during these moments by just sitting next to you. he'll even talk to you (only when you say so)

- he learns that holding your hand is the best way to help you overcome the overload

Bi Han - Sensory-seeking Behavior

- Bi Han though you were really odd when he first saw you intensely smelling the unlit candle in your shared room, he realized though it was much more

- Bi Han definitely has "asian dad vibes" because his response to that was buying the entire stock of the candle you liked in case you were going somewhere and had an overload without him

- if you couldn't get your hands on the candle scent, Bi Han juggled ice balls (no you will not correct me on my headcanon that Bi Han juggles). he even mastered how to do multiple ice balls at once

- he learned this was caused by the intense smell of the incense that's burned in the training room. a combination of smelling salts plus some weird potion the elder mages imbued with the salts

- he prohibited the use of it immediately, but you occasionally smell it due to the centuries of use

- still, when you do smell it, he'll help you anyway he can

Sektor - Distraction Behavior

- Sektor thought it was weird that you fiddled with the stylistic wires that stuck out on the back of her helmet, but after learning it was to cope with sensory overload, she was more than happy to help

- sektor made you a personal "sensory toy," a stick with the exact wires that stuck out on one end. you use it often, but when it isn't on you, Sektor has other ideas

- she brought you this toad sculpture made of wood, with ridges sculpted in them for you to touch (you find it rather soothing)

- if it those things aren't present, Sektor doesn't mind that you fiddle with her hand: tracing pictures with your finger, playing with her fingers, etc

Cyrax - Sensory Avoidance Behavior

- after Cyrax watched you shut your eyes as tight as possible while rocking in place after dropping a huge aluminum tube, she felt really really bad

- caused by loud sounds, she learned your overload coping behavior was to not feel, see, or hear everyday sounds

- she made you a helmet that's blacked inside and out, and has incredible noise cancelling abilities

- she also made you earplugs, a combination of technology and soft materials so that you wouldn't be uncomfortable. she paired it with a simple blindfold made with the "blackest fabric dye in the world" (with what funds?)

- while there were days you wanted Cyrax to hold you, other overloads weren't as kind. sometimes you didn't want her with you, and thank the elder gods she didn't take it personal. she still felt bad leaving you alone, so she always left a pillow that was heavily doused in her natural smell

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okay two of my mass-posts

i really did my best with research on this guys, but if i wrote anything wrong or anything else, please let me know! constructive feedback is accepted, but as soon as i see insults or berating, those will be deleted and your blog will be blocked

see yall in the next fic

[amelikos]

Spinel's kind of fascination with Friede..

I wonder if he is done playing with him for now (he said Friede was still worth playing with, which sure was a line of dialogue to have him say), or if he was "happy" when Friede got out of his trap in HZ044 and surpassed him in that one moment because it meant they were equals.

[mikichko]

⛔ this blog is 18+ !! minors and ageless blogs please dni ⛔ part of: blurb a day series (trying to get these gears moving)

ghost hates the feel of hands on his skin. despises it. it makes him feel dirty, filthy. even the cotton of his shirts feel too thin on some days and he wishes he would've added more layers. just as a precaution.

so when you ask, "may i touch you?" it catches him completely off-guard.

it's been a long time since someone asked if they have his permission to do something to him. simon has long since lost the privilege of choice, since he'd joined the SAS that is. he's long parted with the idea that he is something other than a weapon and a tool for the crown to maintain its power, however fleeting it may be. molded to obey orders and execute them as cleanly as possible. and yet, here you are, offering him a choice, something he hasn't had in years.

it makes his mouth water.

he nods silently, fearing he'll drool onto his mask if he opens his mouth. he watches your fingers work, peeling back the soiled fabric of his shirt as you expose the fresh wound. you're diligent, handling his arm with such care you'd think he was made of porcelain.

you rummage around in your kit, pulling out the alcohol and the gauze, "this'll sting a bit, apologies." you're so sweet for thinking that a mere swipe of alcohol would bring pain to his battle worn skin. too sweet.

jesus christ. he has to look away lest the entirety of his blood flow suddenly redirect itself between his legs. it's insanity that this bit of kindness is enough to drive him to such a state. he's had men hurl knives, grenades, shoot live rounds at him, has felt them thrash at his body with full force. has become so accustomed to violence and yet, your gentle touches make more of an impact than any of those blows ever did.

you are so careful with him. he wants to let you know that your hand, your blessed hands, could never harm him. not the way the rest of the world seeks to.

he wonders what kind of man he'd have become if you had found him earlier. if he had felt your soft hands before he ever felt the hot metal of a bullet graze his skin. what if he had been handled as softly as you handle him now since his birth?

would he still be here? a man turned weapon, in the perpetual cycle of violence? would he have opened his farm?

he doesn't know, probably would never know, but he knows one thing. he would have found you. would have still met your soft touch.

he'd still felt like a proper man, an honorable man, under your hands.

[surielstea]

Bloody Besottedness

Eris Week, day six: AU (vampire)

Pairing: Vampire!Eris Vanserra x Human!Reader

Summary: During a blood shortage, reader can’t help but feel inclined to share her precious blood to the male who had only ever been kind to her.

Warnings: Mostly fluff | slight NSFW | Blood | Blood drinking | Descriptions of blood and very tame gore | dry humping (?)

A. Note: Vampre Eris has been living in my head rent free as of late and I thought I might share to get the rest of you addicted 😈

5.3k words.

Eris paced the hall back and forth, antsy in his movements as he continued to pass by me, then pivoted with a sharp turn, passed by me again, then repeated. This went on for what felt like hours as I sat there, doing nothing but trying to think of solutions for our situation.

We had been low on blood supply for the past month, the vampire I was living with foolishly did not tell me and I had been oblivious until he told me last week that we were officially out, and completely ran dry.

The whole town was in a shortage, the human lands off limits and penalized by death if a vampire were to seek them out as prey. But it was winter and the animals were in hiding. It was a wonder how it ever got this bad, but there were greedy males out there, and they took more than what was deserved.

The royals had more than others by fault, so by the time Eris had run out it meant we were truly arid as in, even the last of the deer in the forest had been hunted down and were long gone by now.

Vaughn, one of Eris's kinder brothers, and Cat, Vaughn's lover came in through the large double doors with panicked expressions and a paler-than-usual complexion.

"Oh gods, not you guys too," I stand to greet them but Eris merely continues his pacing, not paying them any mind.

"How long has it been since you ran out?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest anxiously.

"This morning, you?" Catalina questions. I look back to Eris and his unrelenting pace, like if he stopped he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"Last week," I murmured and Cat audibly gasped, Vaughn was staying eerily quiet. "Why haven't you hunted anything?" She asks urgently, her eyes alight with both concern and rage.

"He didn't want to leave me alone while we're on a shortage like this, and he didn't want me going out either," I explain. Vaughn examines me, truly looking at me with a glaze over his eyes, displaying an emotion I didn't recognize. "Hey, Vaughn are you okay?" I reach out towards him but he grabs my wrist, gripping it hard before I can make contact with him. "Vaughn," I grit out. A low growl sounds in the base of his throat as I attempt to pry him off. "Vaughn," Catalina strikes him in the side and his hold around my wrist loosens, he blinks once, twice, looks at both of us then notices the red marks around my wrist. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry," He immediately lets go, pulling his hand to his chest like he's just committed something wretched.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't just been terrified of his nails piercing my skin. Who knows what what three hungry vampires might do to a human who started bleeding, even if they were my friends.

"We're going to go find some food, we'll bring you back whatever we can," Cat smiled at me reassuringly even though I knew she was just as hungry as the male beside her. I can only nod silently in reply. "Try and talk to him," She nods towards Eris. "He'll listen to you." Then she grabbed Vaughn by the wrist like he had mine, and pulled him out the door to go shoot down the largest animal they could find, with our luck, it'd be a rabbit.

I turn back to the red-head still pacing the hall like a madman, a starved man rather. "Eris," I begin as he passes by me. He puts his palm up toward me, telling me not to speak— not because he wouldn't listen, but because if he did he knew he'd be persuaded by whatever I have to say.

"I know my weaknesses so just, don't," He warns, then returns to his pacing. Despite our situation, I couldn't help but feel flustered by that.

I sigh and sink back into the chaise, my eyes following him as he goes back and forth across my view. I sit there in the silence of his footsteps. I was in my fourth position on the chaise before I got fed up and stood, walking into the pathway he's retraced hundreds of times now. "Eris," I warn before he can ram into me. He stops one pace away. "I'm going to make dinner, you need to eat," I explain.

"I can't," He sighs. We've tried, it was true. Even the meat he can barely get down without a drink of blood to go with it.

"It's better than nothing," I sigh. "Cat and Vaughn will be back with some for you in a few hours just, try and eat what I make alright?" I take a step closer and he matches it with a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you," I sigh in a reassuring tone and he shakes his head.

"No, I'm afraid I might hurt you," He confesses and my caring demeanor falters.

Oh.

I was so mindless that it hadn't even occurred to me that he'd be capable, he'd been telling me about how dangerous it was to be near a hungry vampire for months, and yet when it came to him that thought immediately voided, because, it was him. "You won't," I steel my features.

"You don't know that," He whispers like he's done it before, hurt me before, fed on me before. "Your smell it's, it's everywhere," He looks around as if he might be able to see it.

"My, smell?" I tilt my head. I knew vampire senses were much stronger than those of humans, but could he truly smell people?

"Gods, it's heavenly darling," He sighs, my scent seeming to be suffocating him.

"Is there any way I can control it?" I offer taking another step forward and this time he matches it again, doesn't let me come near, and doesn't indulge that restless hunger growing inside of him. He shakes his head with a soft whine, backing up against the wall forcefully so he doesn't pounce.

"I'm sorry, Eris," I back away, going towards the kitchen. "They'll be back soon, I'll make food— I know it's not what you want but, it's better than nothing okay?" I mumble. He only nods, afraid of opening his mouth, afraid his teeth will somehow find their way into my neck if he responds. So he kept it sealed shut and only stared longingly from the end of the hall.

I disappear into the kitchen and only a moment later, the sound of his pacing returns.

I hum a soft tune, a lullaby my mother used to sing for me at night, knowing it so well that I could get through every lilt and swing of the melody without so much as a stumble.

The food I had prepared wasn't gourmet by any means, it was a quickly thrown-together plate of chicken, broccoli, and potatoes. Chicken blood is the cheapest at the markets, easy to source, and rancid to taste. But it got the job done so I drained as much of it as I could from the bird, after filtering it I only came up with about a cup, drinkable but not enough.

There were barely any nutrients in chicken's blood, a whole gallon wouldn't be enough to feed a male like Eris.

Human blood, however, a drop could satiate the average child, which meant a cup like this would leave Eris satisfied for at least another week, just until the shortage was over.

I debated it. Wondered if I could spare just a few drops into the cup, give him just enough to keep him from going over the edge, and reward him for all the restraint he's had. But I'm quickly reminded of why he has that restraint, he's not only keeping himself from crossing that boundary but he is also keeping me alive. If a vampire was feeding on a human, then the human's survival rate quickly became slim. The venom of their teeth left us defenseless, meant to be pliable and lithe, turned into this shell of skin, meant for the blood in our veins alone. The effects depend on the human, some pass out, some become incapable of thinking, and some even become aroused. I didn't know which one I was, and I wasn't in the business of finding out.

It wasn't just the venom of their teeth, but that blood soon became the vampire's sole craving until they could no longer satiate it, until the source for it was gone and they had to find a new victim. If Eris had gotten a taste I fear his control would shatter and he'd become like Vaughn, a glossy-eyed predator who wants nothing more than to feed.

But if he didn't know, if I could slip a few drops in, would it be that harmful? All signs were pointing to yes but I was desperate to help him.

I sighed in contemplation, then ultimately decided that to give him even a few drops I'd have to make an incision somewhere in my skin, which any vampire in a mile radius would be capable of smelling, it was luck that Eris had sent the cooks and the guards home last week for the rest of the shortage.

So I didn't give him any, forced myself to watch him suffer for a few more hours until Cat and Vaughn returned.

"Food's ready Eris," I peek my head down the hall. He was sat on the chaise, his head in his hands as he muttered something to himself.

Gods I was worried about him, beyond worried.

I walk closer, still keeping my distance. "Eris," I call again. He doesn't move but his muttering stops which relieves a small part of my unease. I knew I shouldn't have though I couldn't help but step that final stretch between us, crouching down in front of him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Eris?" I call and his head snaps up with a snarl, baring his very sharp, very deadly teeth at me. I scramble back in both shock and fear, leaning back on my hands with apprehension creasing my brows.

His eyes were glossy, his nose twitching, those signs of craving I should've been recognizing. "Eris," I whisper and he blinks, the sheen over his eyes disappearing with that movement.

"No, no, I'm so, so sorry," He sighs out like he's let himself down more than me, he moves to the floor where I still sat, fear still lingering in my gaze as he comes closer.

"It's fine," I say before he can get too close. "Dinner's on the table, I'll be in my room if you need me," I murmur, standing up and brushing off my dress.

"Darling," Pleads, his tone wobbling, his eyes glassy. Not with desire, with regret. He was the depiction of apology, on his knees with his hands in his lap as his eyes shone with sincerity.

"They'll be back soon, we can talk after, I promise," Once he was no longer a threat, we would talk.

"I'm sorry," He whispers and even from a hallway away I can hear the despair in his voice. My heart crumbles at the sight, but I know better than to give in, so instead I mutter my reply,

"Me too." Then I pivot on my heel and retreat into my bedroom.

I told him to find me if he needed to, I knew he wouldn't seek me out, even though I desired to see him despite his state of starvation. I knew better than anyone it was dangerous, and learned from past vampiric lovers that it was nearly impossible to live in harmony with each other. They always end up asking for a taste, just a drop, until it turns into something more. I never let them bite me, never.

Once I had been on the lap of my boyfriend-at-the-time, and his teeth brushed over my neck, about to sink in. It was too close of a call. He apologized profusely but in the end, he knew I wasn't safe with him any longer, and he let me go.

I haven't been with a vampire since. I hadn't planned on catching feelings for Eris, yet it wasn't something I could control. It was a feral beast that couldn't be caged no matter the strength of the obstacles. It persisted and fought, then came out without a scar or scratch on it. Untamed and wild.

I was curled into a ball in my bed that was all too large for my body, made for elegant, long limbs I didn't hone.

After an hour of lying with my thoughts, I heard the front double doors open to the frigid cold, wind howling and racking against the windows. Catalina and Vaughn must've returned. I didn't get up to greet them. I could hear the muffle of their voices echoing from down the hall and that was enough.

I couldn't pick out any words, just a slow conversation. Catalina did most of the talking. When vampires fed it was loud, it was messy nauseating, and gruesome. I heard none of it. The duo didn't stay for long, they were in and out within fifteen minutes. Which terrified me. Could they not find anything when hunting? That thought hadn't even occurred to me until now.

I scrambled out of bed and marched right into the sitting room where an empty glass sat on the coffee table, only a few drops sat at the bottom, the remnants of what he'd already drank.

Eris sat on the sofa, his head tilted back with his hands over his face. If he knew I was near he didn't show it. "It'll be dawn soon, you should get some rest," I mutter, his hands leave his face and he looks at me lazily. "Did they bring any more?" I look at the empty glass, the remains showing it was only a quarter full.

"No," He replies blandly.

"What if—" I step closer.

"No," He immediately shuts down.

"You don't even know what I was going to say!" I cross my arms with a pout. "I'm not stealing your blood and that is final," He rules.

"It's not stealing if I'm offering," I mumble stubbornly beneath my breath sourly. A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.

"That's my girl," He drones, a smirk playing at his lips, with a familiar snarky tone. It felt nice to be back, even if he only got a quarter cup of blood, I didn't want to know which animal it was from. I didn't ask.

"I trust you, Eris," I confess and the word feels foreign on my tongue. Trust. It sent a shiver down my spine, I was taught not to feel that way about anyone, especially not a vampire. Yet here I was, ready to bear my soul to him. "I trust you enough to control yourself," I continue and he opens his mouth to protest but I speak before he can, "I'm begging you, I hate— I hate seeing you like this." We both ignore the stumble of my words, the situation too earnest to hold his usual witty remarks and sly smirks.

"Did you at least drink the chicken blood? Eat any dinner?" I ask when he doesn't reply, only stares at me.

"I ate as much as I could," He reassured. Which told me he had at least a few bites of everything.

"And the blood?" I propped my hands on my elbows like a disappointed mother.

"I drank it," He frowned. "Tasted like the south end of a damned Naga hound," He uttered bitterly and I giggled, a smile spreading over my face because he was back, joking and teasing. "C'mere," He beckons me closer.

My smile fades as I settle over his lap, straddling his hips as he adjusts beneath me, hands on my thighs and I realize it's not to brace me but to put me in control, to push me away if he needs to.

"You're sure about this, sunshine?" He asks.

"It won't hurt, will it?" I whisper and his eyes soften.

"Only a pinch, then the venom will settle in and you'll barely feel a thing," He reassured. I swallow thickly. "I need you to be sure about this," He raises his brows a fraction, stressing his words. I simply nod. "Words, love, use your words," He urges. I swallow down my fear. I'm in control.

"I'm sure, I trust you," I say and his eyes soften, then blaze with desire. Not uncontrolled like Vaughn, but unfiltered need like he's experienced it before he was even starving.

He reaches up to my bare thigh, where the slit of my nightgown was and he pulls my dagger from its holster wrapped around my thigh. "If I don't stop in the first five minutes, use this okay?" He hands me the wooden-bladed dagger. My hand shakes when I take it from him.

"Okay?" He repeats.

"Okay," I nod in a rushed manner.

His hands are warm as he moves my hair to one side of my shoulders, the pane of my neck completely bare, my clavicle, my collarbone, and my cleavage all laid out on display by the immodesty of my slip dress. "You're safe," His breath fanned over my neck and I nodded, believing everything that those two words meant.

He didn't bite, instead, his first touch to my skin was a soft brush of his lips, a kiss. It was sweet and innocent, and the feel of it reminded me of that ex-boyfriend, the one who had come so close to biting me, and now I was offering it to another.

His lips linger over my pulse point before they seal along the skin, his tongue flattening to the area before the prod of his fangs, then the incision. His bite was slow and gentle, I felt my warm blood stream from my neck and as soon as the crimson ichor met his tongue he let out an involuntary groan, his mouth working wonders over my throat.

He had been right, it didn't hurt, it had been delectable as if I was the one feeding off of it.

I thought for a moment that I'd pass out when the venom set in, or my mind would shut off entirely and I'd become a husk, but as his tongue lapped at the red and his teeth dug deeper I found myself letting out soft gasps of pleasure, telling me that I was the third and rarest option, the one of arousal.

I smiled at the realization. I didn't want to pass out, I didn't want to lose thought, I wanted to experience this, feel this, bathe in this.

Gods I hadn't expected it to feel so good or I would've done it sooner, would've given him every drop— oh, gods this venom is powerful. I can barely keep my grip on the dagger.

"Eris," I whine out and he continues to drink, his tongue running over the expanse of my neck greedily. I didn't want him to stop, I never wanted this to end.

The dagger tumbled from my hold, my hand in favor of going into his amber hair, my other hand on his jaw as I threw my head back, giving him even better access. Wanted him deeper, wanted him nestled inside of me, wanted every inch of him. I sighed out his name yet again and he met it with a groan of immense pleasure.

He reached for the wooden blade, forcing it back into my hands because even beyond his hazy mind of arousal, he still put my safety above all else.

I grind down over his hips, feeling the hardness in his pants that developed as soon as he tasted me. Was he aroused too? Did he feel the burn in his heart too?

My hands ached to be on his skin, I unbuttoned his shirt with fast hands, palms flattening against his abdomen once I got the white dress shirt off of him. My fingers slide into every crevice of his chest, the muscles of his arms, and the grooves of his back. But by the Mother, I needed more, needed all of him.

Slowly, so slowly, he lifted from my neck. His teeth left my throat licked clean save for the two slits from his canines. I panted, continuing to wind my hips over him in pure lust.

His lips were stained with my blood, a drop cascading from the corner of his mouth but I didn't care, I crashed my mouth onto him and he returned it with a fierce force.

Everything about him was warm and comforting, his large hands roaming my waist, my hips, my thighs. His lips felt like heaven and the metallic taste of myself on his tongue made me entirely feral. He was an expert with his tongue, exploring my mouth with it like he had to memorize the feel as if he might never get the chance again. I couldn't help but imagine what it'd feel like to have his tongue in other places. I continued to rut my hips over his hardened length, earning that friction I craved just as much as he craved my blood.

My legs quivered as he gripped my bare thigh, past the empty holster and up into my flimsy dress. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties, holding my bare hip in place, and stopped me from rocking them back and forth. The way he kissed was all-consuming, taking everything from me in just a kiss, it was carnivorous and robbing, he took and took and all I could do was give, all I wanted to do was give. I would've shoved my heart down his throat if he didn't take it.

But then he pulled back and when I chased he gripped my hip tightly in warning, restraining me.

"You're influenced by the venom," He panted and I frowned.

"I want you," I murmured and his grip loosened, but stayed at my hip, a threat.

"The venom is telling you that," He sighs as I slump into his shoulder. "You're intoxicated too, aren't you? That means we both wrongfully consent," I murmur.

"That logic makes no sense— and I'm not intoxicated," He defends. I crease my brows dumbly. He was hard beneath me, I knew that for a fact, and he had just been kissing me like it was all he's ever wanted. So what did he mean?

"I need you," I sigh into the shell of his ear and he shivers at the words.

"I know, I know, my love there are chapter books of things I want to do to you but not tonight, not like this," He refuses and I frown, kissing up the side of his neck, my tongue brushing over the spot that he bit into on my neck, his pulse much slower than mine.

"Let's get you into bed, alright?" He says, his voice is soft.

"I don't want to leave you," I whine, wrapping my arms tighter around him. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" I murmur like a child afraid of the dark, asking to crawl in with her parents.

He sighs. "You mean my coffin?" He mutters and I giggle, kissing up his neck with pure adoration, the sensuality of it all voiding and being replaced by pure affection and soft intimacy.

"You're so funny, 'Ris," I murmur.

"Gods, that venom truly did a number on you didn't it?" He taunts and I incoherently nod my head, continuing my kisses that traveled up his neck.

"Alright fine, you can sleep in my bed tonight," He sighs and I all but cheer, clinging to him tighter with a wide smile as he stands up, cradling me from beneath my thighs and striding off to the end of the hall where his bedroom had lied in this sprawling complex of a mansion.

He laid me in the enormous bed first, the curtains cracked just enough to show the sunrise peering through the drapes. He shuts the sunlight out, leaving us in darkness then slipping in beside me, keeping his distance.

I pout, and without control over my better judgment, I scoot closer, throwing my leg over his torso and my arm around his shoulders. "Cuddle me, please," I whine and he chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my chest into his. "Can you kiss me?" I test my luck.

"No," He immediately replies, his voice assertive and only making me giggle. 

"You sure?" I croon, my nose brushing against his as he looks down at me with a soft smile before groaning out, "How long is that venom supposed to last? I miss it when you would threaten me," He sighed, but the smile on his face spoke for itself.

"You kissed me earlier, what's so different now?" I persisted.

"Will you go to sleep if I do?" He prompts and I nod, I'd do anything for that kiss.

"Just one, please Eris," I beg and his eyes soften.

"You're going to kill me in the morning," He sighs, then leans down and places a gentle, reluctant kiss on my wanting lips and the taste of him satiates the unrelenting hunger in the pit of my stomach. When he backs away he doesn't let me ask for another and instead pushes my face into the crook of his neck and props his chin atop my head. “Sleep. Now,” He commands and I only sigh in contentment.

The morning came late. I must've slept through half the day. But the male behind me hadn't so much as shifted, even if he'd been up for hours, he stayed, not wanting me to wake up alone.

His arm was around my waist and his breathing was at its normal steady and slow pace, comforting. His chest was warm against my back and his thumb was caressing over the bite mark he had left last night, already a scar.

"Good morning 'Ris," I murmured through a yawn, and his thumb halted against my skin in slight shock.

"I thought you'd never wake up," He mumbles. "That would've been preferred than waking up next to you," I toss.

"There’s my girl," He sighs in relief. "I missed you," He murmured, pressing a kiss over my fresh scar. I turn slightly, hand coming to the back of his neck, looking up into his eyes. The color returned to his face, the glaze over his eyes wasn't one of hunger but rather adoration.

"I missed you too," I mutter, beyond happy to have him back.

"We didn't uh… did we?" I flush bashfully and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"It hurts that you think you wouldn't already be aware," He grumbles as a smirk tugs at my lips.

"Maybe you didn't make it very memorable?" I hum and he glares at me because we both knew that Eris Vanserra couldn't do anything that wasn't memorable. Especially not sex.

"No, we didn't freak the sheets if that's what you're asking," He moves his hand from your waist and flips onto his back, fingers lacing behind his head, turning away from me.

"You seem disappointed," I observe, flipping on top of him as if he were a second mattress, nestling into his chest.

"We kissed," He muttered, he thought it was best if I knew.

“I remember," I reassured. "And I remember asking for one, and being the gentleman you are you said no, then gave in because I wouldn't shut up," I giggle into the crook of his neck. He peeks one eye open.

"You think I'm a gentleman?" He mumbles. I nod with a tight smile. "That's sweet of you to say sunshine, but unfortunately you've confused me with someone else," He sighs like he's disappointed with the lie that slips from his lips.

"Impossible, I've known you from the moment I met you," I say pulled me up higher, my face hovering above his while my legs sprawled and intertwined with his.

"Yeah? And what’s that?" He arched a brow. I nod, biting into my lower lip.

"A gentleman," I murmur, moving past him and snuggling my head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Is that venom still affecting you?" He asks as I cling to him.

"No," I mumbled. "I just missed you," I explain.

We lay there in silence for a moment, his hand tracing soothing circles on my back as I ran my hand through his fiery red hair.

"What are we going to do when you begin to starve again?" I ask and he sighs, not wanting to think about it.

"We're going to have to go out hunting— I'm afraid the others are going to think you’re prey just as well," He explains. They would. Vampires didn't care who I belonged to, even if it was their lord, I was still fresh blood, and the most craved type at that.

"How many times can you bite me until I turn?" I knew the answer, but I wanted him to know I'd do it again, and that I still felt safe around him.

"On the third bite you'd be turned, which means we can only do this once more," He explains.

"But I don't want to, you're a last resort— you're not even a resort unless you choose to be. Do you understand me?" He stresses.

"Mhm," I nod, clinging to him tighter. "I heard that vampires crave the human they bit until they drain them," I murmur.

"Or they die," He adds.

"So, do you crave me right now?" I ask.

"Your scent is stronger,” He shrugs. but maybe it's because I'm still full it's not affecting me." He adds.

"We should probably go hunting before you start to starve again, how long do you think your fill will last?" I question. "And don't lie to me this time, tell me the truth Eris," I instruct and he huffs.

"Probably by the end of the week, I'll need to feed again," he explains. "So we should go soon, make sure we're prepared if it comes earlier," I plan and he nods.

"Just lay here with me for a moment, don't worry so much about the future right now," He breathes out, tightening his arms around me.

"I can't help it, I'm a mere mortal time is limited," I remind and his smile falters, as if remembering that in the blink of an eye, I'll be old and withered away. He's lived ten times my lifetime, and seen more than I could ever dream of. "You're so old," I grumble and a smile pulls at his lips. "Just stop aging, let me catch up," I mumble.

"I stopped aging hundreds of years ago," He says pointedly and I seal my lips shut because I suppose he was right. "But it's true, I have tattoos older than you princess," He hums and I grin up at him. "Why does that make you smile?" He asks and I shrug.

"I like your tattoos," I say, my hand coming up to his bicep where a dark maroon ink trailed up his arm, tracing my fingertip along the delicate lines. "They're pretty," I mumble and it was his turn to smile.

"Just like me," He says and I roll my eyes, looking at him— he wasn't wrong.

It was no secret that vampires were beautiful beyond belief, but gods this male blew everyone else out of the water.

"You are," I agree because there was no viable way I could argue he wasn't.

His grin widens and I flick my eyes down to that smile, those lips that had been on mine last night, those pointed canines that I allowed to sink into my neck. The same ones I would happily let bite me again.

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

When they realised MC loved them

This popped into my head today and I just had to write it. This first part includes:

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Barbatos and Belphie.

As always I'll add more parts if anyone wants to see them, happy reading!

Lucifer

When you tried for him. Really, truly tried your absolute best, because he needed you to.

No other reason needed, no explanation, you threw yourself at a task or problem because he needs you. Be it schoolwork or some other activity, he knows you'll give it everything you've got.

You go out of your way to make his life easier, even in the smallest of ways.

It took him forever to realise why you did it, you might even need to tell him yourself, but when he does realise that you do it for him, even when he's not around to watch, he knows he's a lost demon. Lost to his own heart, held in the hands of a human.

Mammon

When you protect him, no matter what.

You're human, in the Devildom, a place you are not equipped to survive in on your own, but for him, for your Mammon, you'll stand in front of Lucifer himself.

Even when Mammon actually brought the punishment down on himself, even if debtors come to collect, you put yourself between him and anything that threatens to touch a snowy hair on his head.

When he realises this, it actually makes him reign himself in, he doesn't want you to have to protect him, and he knows he can't stop you. He's supposed to be the one protecting you damnit!

Still...he'll cry if you put yourself in Lucifer's way again, defending his heart to your dying breath, from the Demon King if you had to.

His human...his human really thought he was worth protecting.

Leviathan

When you made time for him.

Leviathan loves spending quality time with you, be it going shopping for merch together or just sitting in his room, on separate devices, playing separate games, just...being alone together.

He finds such comfort in you being around, but he doesn't always have the courage to invite you to things.

Still, there is the weekly anime marathon you two have kept up for as long as you've had a pact with him.

One week, you were rammed with exams, special ones tailored to exchange students, and he knew you were going to be too busy, too tired, to come binge anime with him. He knew, and he understood, despite the envy and sadness curling and pooling in the pit of his stomach, he braced for you to not show up.

But you came, bags under your eyes and pumped full of caffeine, but you came.

You promised never to miss a marathon, even when you were in the human world, you watched online together.

No matter what went on in your life, no matter where you were, you made space for Levi in your life, without question, without him needing to ask.

Levi still wonders if that'll ever change, but one look in your eyes when you smile at him like he is your entire world, tells him that place in your life is his, forever.

Barbatos

When you don't shy away from his mysteries, his power.

Lucifer himself is weary of Barbatos and his room of doors to a thousand pasts and futures, but you? You see him, not the terrifying power he holds.

You seek out those nuggets of his personality hidden behind duty and time, always promising a safe haven in your company. His smile is real when you put it there, and when you do things for him, just because you can, it baffles him.

Of course he recognises the love in your eyes when you look at him, but he's got no clue what to do with it. He's done nothing to deserve that sweet affection from you, but if you insist on giving your heart to him, he'll guard it with his life.

Belphegor

When you forgave him, when you truly forgave him, not just for what he did to you, but for his prejudices, for his hatred, the ones he's carried in his heart for centuries.

He's sure that you first forgave him for his brothers' sakes, not because you actually forgave him. You loved his family by then, he could see it. You loved the Devildom, you...belonged in it.

He felt like an alien in your presence, until you hammered it home, again and again, that you did forgive him, because you found reason to love him, you found reason to curl up and nap with him, to laze around and talk about nothing for hours.

You found something in him worth loving, and he never wants to give you something to forgive him for again.

[fairytsuk1]

i NEED to hug alex so bad i know that boy gives life changing cuddles

cuddling with alex ...

[morning]

it's way too early for your alarm, something you muse after a song blares right into your sanctuary of warmth and alex and soft sheets. you can barely see the snooze button, but you slam your thumb down and shut your eyes to eagerly try to savor the last few minutes of slumber. alex shifts, and you feel a bit of guilt in your chest as you know it definitely disturbed him, too.

"so early," he barely can breathe out, eyes still shut as he battles for consciousness, "too early."

"i forgot to turn it off, 'm sorry," you whisper to fluttering eyelashes.

he doesn't reply and at first you wonder how it's possible to look so cute in one's sleep. he catches you. an eye opens and then closes before he pulls you even closer to him.

your hearts are touching. chest to chest. can he hear yours beating? as though your bodies were meant for each other, little air pockets and gaps flit out of existence until you are both molded against each other. if your skin could fuse, you're sure it'd be this beautiful mix of brown, and it'd smell like vanilla with a hint of spice.

the two of you are one.

"stop thinking and sleep, already."

"don't tell me what to do," you chide.

he doesn't have the energy to do it now, oh, but he'll chide you. he makes this fact known with a squeeze to your ass that makes you giggle. the squeeze turns to soft strokes, to barely there touches, to soft snores, and then peaceful nothingness.

[afternoon]

it's after his stream that alex seeks you out like a moth to a flame. he peeks his head into every room before finding you lounging in the front room. you're too occupied with your phone to notice his feline mannerisms emerging as he prepares to pounce.

"oof, i didn't see you coming!"

"i know, i'm sneaky like that. what are you up to, what's going on?"

alex eagerly worms his way into your space. he's absolutely unashamed to wrap his arms around your waist and take a deep inhale of your sweet, sweet perfume. you respond between peppered kisses before probing about his own stream.

he's a bit muted. closed up. he doesn't want to talk about it, he'd rather sigh into your skin and squeeze you tighter, "quiero relajarte con ti."

"bueno, lo que quieras," you sink a bit further into the couch.

you show him memes on your phone and funny tweets, and alex makes funny voices and kisses your beauty marks. it's light. with every breath you take, you're on cloud fucking nine.

[post-coital]

it's rare you get to have him like this. so many emotions, feelings, and stressors run through his caramel skin and into his veins. he can be so quiet. pensive.

other times, like this, he's all mush in your arms. he lets his hair sit sweaty against his forehead; his skin glistens and stretches as he pulls out of you. your bodies had connected in a rhythm that was rich and succulent.

alex loved having you pliant under his fingers, moans making your ribs heave from pleasure as his hips met yours over, and over, and over.

"felt so good, 'lex," you curl further into him, pulling him closer as if he'll leave. "feeling so sleepy. so... satisfied."

he doesn't respond at first. alex only looks at your form, utterly vulnerable and laid bare for him. it could take eons, and he could never get enough of you.

both of you caress each other, knowing with any wrong movement, the heartache would be so intense you'd have no other option but to crumble from it.

thankfully for both of you, there was a love embedded in every stroke of skin, every kiss, and every cuddle.

[originalartblog]

Answering some asks about the dad Murase lives AU under the cut because you are forcing me to think about what I've created (❤)

@inkingkitsune

Murase had to know about N's less-than-savoury work. He was hired as a security guard (thanks to his brother) for a military facility for which he was told to kill any trespassers on sight. And his brother had been legally dead for a decade! But the main difference between the two brothers is that while N will still do horrors in the name of his job, Murase has spent his life after the war trying to help people to atone for what he had to do to survive. I think having to face concrete proof of what his brother did/does, especially without the immediate pressure of war and survival to "justify" his actions, to a kid he's grown somewhat attached to? That would be really hard on him.

-

Frankly I had never heard of that theory before, and after considering it, I can't agree with it. The government has expressed barely any interest in Chuuya, N seems to have acted on his own. The PM has so many ability users, and abilities are so unknown to the general public, with or without Chuuya, it was an important move to make, and there was no normal legal way of getting it.

As for Oda... I fear he's going to suffer the same fate. In another post I did wonder if Mori would try to be more careful with Dazai, since we know he was very careful to nurture Chuuya's loyalty and bond to the mafia. But after thinking about it, while Mori felt bitter after Dark Era (please read the light novel), he says he would still do it because the permit was so important to get. Chuuya going away here wasn't his fault, so I see no reason he wouldn't do things especially differently. Maybe he'd feel even more bitter though.

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If Oda dies the same way... it's a fun question. Dazai would leave, Dazai would still refuse to work for the government, so his options are limited. I can't imagine Chuuya leaving at 16, join the ADA, and the mafia not knowing a thing about it? So what would Dazai do? Chuuya left and joined a group and now that group is his only option in Yokohama. If he wants to join them, he'll still have to wait two years for his records to be erased and hidden. And he knows Chuuya is gonna be there, and he knows him!! How frustrating and stressful is that wait going to be?

I'd like Chuuya to be gone when Dazai first joins, so Entrance Exam can still take place in a similar way. Maybe he accompanied Ranpo on his contract out of town? I do wonder if he'd confront Dazai publicly or in private... I'm still not sure how much he told the ADA about his own origins.

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I've decided that Chuuya leaves after the Dragon Head Conflict (after loosing a second set of friends in the same year), because this time, he has someone waiting for him to offer him an out. And this is interesting from a skk point of view. At that point, Dazai has already met both Oda and Ango, and technically, Double Black has made a name of themselves. Chuuya would be leaving at the creation/peak of Double Black, barely giving it enough time to get their name. But all that we know (so far) of what they were up to as teenagers has happened already! And Dazai has met Oda and Ango, he has a support system now! They'll be fine. Well, as fine as their canon counterparts anyway.

This is also funny because their "history" is less than two years of absolute hell, then a 5/6-year gap, and suddenly they're coworkers again.

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Honestly I don't know if Murase would have an opportunity to see it or its repercussions? I doubt he saw Chuuya directly after Verlaine (you know, mafia and all that), and I think Chuuya would be the one to seek him out after the DHC. I truly think you could count the amount of times Corruption was maybe used by Double Black in canon back then on one hand, and in this AU, it's literally only twice. Unless Asagiri planned for another big event and hasn't told us yet, I don't think Chuuya has had to use Corruption again in this AU until Lovecraft.

MAYBE someone would notify Chuuya's dad guardian that his son charge was badly injured, but with Yosano in the room, I doubt it would make it back to him. Same thing with Dead Apple. Murase lives in a blessed world where he knows Chuuya's powerful, but doesn't know the extent of it.

Have a lil' doodle for making it all the way down here! (it's Chuuya's first week or something)

[sleezeboss]

Here as a pallet cleanser: can you tell us about rex and bub's first relationships (either first hookup or first long term relationship)? What were they like, how old were each of them?

oh my god a genuine question... it's been 84 years (thank you)

Let's do Bub first: so Bub's age is kind of nebulous to me, so i can't give you a deifned number, but one of his first serious relationships was with Belphi, my blue Sloth devil.

Bub and Belphi are around the same age and were fledgling devils together back in Hell. In a lot of ways, they were together out of complacency. They found each other easy to be around, and their sins, Sloth and Gluttony, complimented each other in a way that made it easy to just chase oblivion together.

Bub saw their arrangement as a "friends with benefits" situation, someone to jack off with, a hole to fuck, a someone to get high with, a friend to lounge around and forget his responsibilities with.

But he also used Belphi as a shoulder to cry on. A source of comfort when he was feeling sorry for himself. Someone to make him feel strong when he felt weak.

Suffice it to say, Belphi saw more in their relationship.

Belphi saw Bub as his whole world.

In the current canon, Belphi is still desperately in love with Bub, but he is his embittered ex sworn on dragging him back to Hell himself. he feels betrayed that Bub left Hell and his duties to his kind for a human, let alone a famed demonslayer. It is Belphi's personal mission to kill them both.

But, being kind of devil he is...he'll get around to it. Eventually. Maybe... He's just not ready yet, you see!! (insert list of excuses here) Now, for Rex:

I haven't fully committed to this yet, but I am....really enjoying the angst potential of Rex having a wife and child. A comp-het betrothed wife he ran away from when he met Bub.

I think they were married when they were both 20. It was an arranged marriage, preordained by the Fontaine witchunters seeking to form good-will with an allied cleric clan. You see, Rex was in line to be the next leader of the Holy Fontaine Witchhunters and Slayers, and he would need to further secure his lineage with an heir, a family.

I actually tried designing his bride a while back. I took inspiration from various media-witches, but nothing really stuck for me.

anyways- his wife would've been a good Christian woman. Chaste, (ignore the titty-out sketches xjkfhgnx) dignified, gorgeous. She was funny, kind, sincere, but strong-willed and had back-bone. And she loved Rex.

And Rex really thought he loved her. Who wouldn't? She was a wonderful young woman, and he was really good at playing the part. Rex is nothing if not charming, and he had everyone convinced he was happy. Even himself. Everyone except for his wife, however.

His wife, (this poor woman who I have yet to design or name...) knew she never really had her husband's heart, and in a way, Rex knew that she knew. Without ever exchanging words, they just knew. She was supposed to be happy because she was the esteemed wife of the leader of the prestigious Fontaine Family, and he was supposed to be happy for being in such a great position of power with a beautiful wife and child.

And yet they were miserable.

It's easy to have a sexless marriage when you're in a god-fearing, sex-is-sin environment, so Rex aside from consummating his marriage, he was able to avoid the elephant in the room for as long as possible.

Until he met Bub, at least

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

Literally anything dom!renjun im so deprived of content of him i miss him sm 😔🫶

My first request! I hope you enjoy it, this was fun to write.

Unprotected sex, rated 18+, mature, MDNI 

SoftDom! Renjun x Reader (M)

While Renjun's kindness and caring nature made him an ideal boyfriend, there were moments when his overly sweet demeanor felt a bit too good to be true, leaving you to wonder if he was hiding his own feelings or frustrations beneath that perfect facade. You appreciated his thoughtfulness, yet it made you question whether he truly expressed his authentic self or if he felt the need to always please you. 

It became increasingly clear that Renjun was struggling with his emotions, as his tired sighs and the heavy thud of his bag told a different story from the warmth he greeted you with upon returning home. While those affectionate gestures made your heart swell, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper layer of frustration he was masking, leading you to wonder if he felt he had to put on a brave face for your sake instead of sharing his true feelings. This contrast between his internal struggles and his outward sweetness left you yearning to understand the person he was underneath the smiles, hoping to encourage him to open up about what was really troubling him.

You loved Renjun; you didn’t just seek out his smiles and cheerfulness—you craved the frowns and frustrations, too. You wanted him to be open with you, to share what was bothering him instead of hiding behind a cheerful façade. That night, as he sat beside you on the couch, you decided to gently ask how he was feeling, hoping to encourage him to share whatever was on his mind. You wanted him to know he could be honest with you always.

"Babe? How are you feeling?" you ask, noticing a rare flicker of irritation cross his face as he scans through an email. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, you sense the weight of his thoughts. The cheerful mask he usually wears seems to slip just a bit

"It's just work," he replies, his voice uncharacteristically flat. A flicker of hope ignites in you; maybe today you'll get a glimpse beneath his mask. It frustrates you that sometimes it feels like there are still pieces of him locked away, and you yearn to know everything about your boyfriend.

“You know I’m always here if you need to vent," you say gently, hoping he'll let you in on what’s really bothering him. He offers you a small smile but soon returns to his work, and you hesitate, feeling a pang of guilt for interrupting. Maybe now isn't the right time to press him about opening up, especially since he usually excels at communication. You don't want him to feel like he's doing something wrong, yet the urge to delve deeper into his thoughts tugs at you, leaving you restless with a desire to understand the layers of his world.

You sat across from Renjun in the living room, the warm light from the floor lamp casting soft shadows on his face. You could see the tension in his tightened jaw and the way his fingers drummed nervously on his mousepad. "Renjun," you began gently, "I know you’re feeling frustrated. Can you tell me what’s bothering you instead of keeping it inside?" 

“It's really nothing; I don't want to bother you,” he says, smiling tight. 

"Renjun, your not being honest. Why can't you just tell me” you push

“Why can't you drop it” he says back with an attitude you haven't heard before.

“Whatevers wrong, its ok!”

“Stop saying it's ok! Nothing is ok right now!” He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before they narrowed in contemplation. After a moment, he exhaled sharply, pushing his laptop off of his lap. "You want to see frustration?" he said, his voice rising. “Fine! I’m overwhelmed with work, and I feel like I’m drowning while everyone expects me to swim!” He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration spilling out as he got up off the couch to pace the small space. You watched him, your heart aching at his outburst but grateful he was finally letting you in. "I just hate feeling like this sometimes," he admitted, his voice softer now as he turned back to you. You nodded, reaching out to take his hand, offering the comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.

As you ran a soothing hand down Renjun's back, you could feel the tension slowly begin to dissipate. You cupped his cheek with your other hand, your thumb gently brushing over his skin. "I’m here. I’ll always be here," you reassured him, your voice soft and unwavering. "No matter how angry, frustrated, or irritated you get, I could never hate you. It's okay to feel like this, and it’s okay to let it out." Renjun nodded slowly, his breath shaky as he let your words sink in. A heavy sigh escaped him as the tension in his shoulders eased just a bit. He leaned into your touch, grateful for your warmth and understanding. 

He turned to kiss your palm softly, the warmth of his lips igniting a flutter in your chest, and then a beat later, he pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist. Grateful for your nightgown, you felt the heat of his kisses as they traveled from your wrist up your arm, each touch igniting a feverish anticipation in your skin. You shivered slightly when his lips brushed your shoulder, lingering just long enough to draw a soft gasp from you—an exquisite blend of pleasure and longing. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, and looked into your eyes, a mischief twinkling in his gaze, before resuming his exploration. With every kiss and every gentle nibble, he sent shockwaves of warmth coursing through you, pulling you deeper into the intoxicating current of the moment. Your heart raced as his hands whispered down the curve of your waist, drawing you closer—a magnetic pull that felt both thrilling and profoundly intimate.

Soon, you were stumbling toward your bedroom, the air thick with electricity and unspoken longing. You weren't sure how it had escalated so quickly, but you weren't about to complain. His kisses grew heavier and more desperate, each brush of his lips igniting a fire within you as he pulled you closer with an almost primal need. The way his fingers gripped your waist was raw and possessive, and the rough way he bit your lips sent delicious shivers coursing through you, intensifying your craving for more. You could sense the tension coiled within him—an urgency that made you hope he would unleash all that pent-up frustration on you.

“Don't hold back,” you mumble against his lips just before he pushes you backward onto the mattress. 

“Don’t think I can,” he replies, pulling his shirt over his head before discarding his sweats, leaving him only in boxers as he towers over you. You are captivated by the charged energy surrounding him, his gaze burning with a carnal intensity you've never witnessed before. A flicker of irritation flashes across his expression, and you realize you've been ogling for too long. He grips your thighs firmly, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “Is this how you help? By lying there and looking cute instead of getting naked? I think you might be adding to my frustrations, baby,” he frowns, the tension thickening with each passing heartbeat.

Snapping back to your senses, you quickly begin to strip off your clothes, all while Renjun strokes himself slowly, watching your every move with keen interest. You meet his gaze once you're undressed, silently seeking his approval. “That's a good girl,” he hisses through gritted teeth, gripping the base of his cock as his eyes darken with desire. “That's my good baby.” The condescending tone in his voice sends a thrill down your spine; he'd never spoken to you like this before, and you were relishing every second of it. You could feel the slickness between your thighs—a clear sign of how much his words affected you. Locking eyes with Renjun, the tension in the air was palpable; you both knew this twist in your dynamic was thrilling. Though he worried his display of dominance might make you uncomfortable, you were eager to surrender to him tonight, ready to give him everything he desired.

"All yours, Injunnie," you tease, your hand trailing down his chest before you bring it to your own body. Dipping lower, your fingers brush against your clit as you gather your slick. You spread it, ready for him, your confidence shining through. "I can handle it."

You see the way his last bit of resolve breaks as his hands explore your body, pulling you into a heated kiss. You can feel the way he ruts harshly against you, the tip of his dick catching against your clit. Each time he presses against you, the sensation drives you wild. You can't help it; you slide a shaky hand between you, feeling him slip inside, eliciting a sound from him that’s a mix of a growl and a moan. "Fuck,” he hisses. He seats himself deep inside before pulling out slowly. Sitting up, he locks eyes with you as he begins to thrust back into you; He drives into you over and over again. Soon hes chest to chest with you, one arm wrapped around your waist while his hand grips your ass, nails sure to leave a cresent shape mark when hes done with you. Each thrust would have pushed you up the bed if it wasn't for his death grip keeping you in place. Your moans of pleasure fill the air, especially when he nibbles on your neck and you can't help the way your body tenses up as you cum all over him. “Just a little more,” he murmurs, sensing your heightened sensitivity. He sits up again and grabs at your hips, pulling you back into him as he grinds in deep before cumming inside of you. 

Both of you are heaving by the time it’s over, the intensity of the moment hanging in the air like a last breath; it feels as if you watched the demon that had possessed your boyfriend slip away in real time. “Oh shit,” he mutters in shock, his gaze sweeping over your disheveled appearance, and without missing a beat, he adds, “Let me help clean you up.” He rushes out of the room, returning moments later with a warm towel, ready to offer comfort amid the chaos.

After the cleanup, you both settle into the warmth of your bed, the weight of the earlier chaos slowly lifting as you look up at him, your eyes searching for reassurance. “Promise not to hold anything in anymore?” you ask softly, hoping for an honest answer. His gaze meets yours, sincerity etched on his features as he replies, 

“I promise. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, concern flickering in his eyes. 

“Honestly, you could have been a bit rougher,” you reply playfully, sparking a lighthearted chuckle from him. “

There’s a lot more I have to learn about you,” he says, his tone teasing yet genuine. You smile up at him, warmth spreading in your chest as you respond, 

“We have all the time in the world.” 

[marveloustimestwo]

hi, i love your work

can i ask for yandere peter parker that asks the reader to fake dating him so he can get mj jealous but he end up falling for the reader.

Hi! I'm happy you love my work! It's been a while since I've written for Peter, so thanks for sending something in :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, fake dating

Now, usually, I wouldn't see Peter resorting to stuff like fake dating unless absolutely necessary. He's a sweet boy; he doesn't like leading people on or tricking them.

But after a while of crushing on MJ (Just crushing, not obsessing, as Peter also isn't the type to jump from obsession to obsession), he would eventually get desperate

It wouldn't initially be his idea to start fake dating someone to get MJ's attention. Either he'd hear about it from someone else or you'd be the one to propose it.

Either way, Peter would only do it if you're fully in and ready to sell it. It would be even better if you also benefit from this in some way. Like you're also trying to get someone's attention or make an ex jealous.

Once you fully agree to the deal, Peter would be pretty awkward. He's never been in a relationship before. Even if this one is fake, he knows he has to make it look real, which means he's going all out o he can make MJ jealous.

At least, he's trying to. If you initiate any sort of affection, he's blushing up a storm, especially if you outright kiss him. On the cheek, hand, lips, doesn't matter, he turns beet red and refuses to make eye contact.

It's not that he doesn't like it. As time goes on, he really, really starts to like it. He's just shy. Once he gets to be a bit more comfortable, he'll also start to initiate affection, but after a while, it becomes less about making MJ jealous and more so about feeling your skin on his in some way.

Peter does try to take you out on dates. In the beginning, it was small things that were in MJ's eyesight. Stuff like eating lunch together with just the two of you at school or studying together while in class.

This also means that you two would end up spending time together outside of school as well. A lot of the time, it's you and Peter hanging out with MJ and Ned, and he makes sure to hold your hand and pull you to him to show off.

But at some point, you guys are left alone because MJ and Ned want to give you time to do whatever couples do.

And Peter thinks you might as well watch a movie or something. You guys are alone sure, and MJ probably thinks you guys are kissing. But you aren't so you might as well watch Star Wars :D

After spending so much time with each other and getting to know you, it's no wonder Peter's affections end up with you.

MJ's not showing any signs of jealousy. In fact, she'd shown nothing but happiness for you two and had actually shown some interest in Brad, which meant this whole operation was a bust, at least on Peter's part.

He should've been heartbroken that MJ still wasn't interested despite all his hard work, but he honestly couldn't care less.

The longer this went on, the more obsessed in love with you he felt. He went out of his way to kiss you, hold your hand, and spend time with you all out of MJ's eyesight. He loved spending time with you.

It's only when the object of your interests brutally rejects you that Peter swoops in to comfort you.

He hates how such a rejection made you feel, but at least you're seeking comfort from him of all people.

Now that both of you're intended targets are clearly not interested, he finds it easy to suggest that you just drop the whole "fake" part of your relationship. Everyone else thinks you're actually dating, so why not make it real?

And it feels like a good idea to agree. Peter looks and sounds so genuine about he's fallen in love with you over the course of the plan. He's treated you with nothing but kindness and tenderness.

Now, he feels like a much better option than the person who so cruelly rejected you, and Peter will never let you find out he was the one who tormented them into doing so.

[strwberri-milk]

Hi again!!♡♡

I wanna request for rafayel and kaveh,(if possible) cause I've been listening to writing on the wall on repeat rn. And thought, what if they had an s/o that's an artist; they sold a piece of art for a high price, but slowly felt like it wasn't enough, as the painting for them felt priceless. Because they put so much effort, experience, and emotion into that single painting for an entire year, the amount of their energy put into that painting didn't compare to how much they've sold it for. They're trying to recreate it over and over again but just can't Because it's a painting they can only do once, as again, the emotions and experiences of each paintings were different.

I just thought, as they're also artists, I wonder how they'd react to it- or maybe I have been just listening too much on writing on the wall😭

But yea! Much love and drink lots of water♡♡♡

Rafayel sees how much you're struggling to recreate the piece. He's spent a lot of time just sitting with you too as you work, trying to understand what the best way to talk to you would be.

He can understand your struggle to an extent - his relationship with his pieces isn't always as intimate as some other artists' are, or how people think he should. He's not apathetic, it's more that he's happy to have created it and doesn't really mind it being sold off - especially when that money is used to spoil you.

When you get more upset about failing to recreate the piece he'll pull you onto his lap and tell you that it's alright. You don't need to recreate it to do something great - he's already seen how amazing you are and your life isn't based on just one creation.

He'll tell you to take a break for a while, knowing that forcing yourself into working on something new wouldn't help. However, to make sure you don't end up in a total pit of despair he'll subtly ask you to help with his paintings, sure to credit your work with every time they're shown off.

Slowly you'll regain confidence in your skills again, proud to see the work you can do alongside Rafayel's own confident brushstrokes. You start to progress on your own projects, finding yourself finally able to create for yourself. Rafayel will consult with you on future projects before you sell something though. Seeing how distraught you were upset him so he's going to help you choose wisely whether or not you want to sell a piece in the future.

One evening you return from a late night event. Rafayel elected to stay home for the day and you sigh to yourself as you take your shoes off before heading off to bed. You drop your shoes in shock when you see the painting you created hung up on display in the main part of Rafayel's living room, a shit eating grin on his face as you jump into his arms and thank him for bringing your baby back to you. It doesn't undo any of your progress thankfully - Rafayel just decided he wanted the painting too.

Kaveh totally understands. His works are much different than yours since he doesn't ever really keep them but he does understand the devotion you feel.

He'll mourn with you, recounting the countless hours you've spent working on it as you cry in his arms, berating yourself for selling the painting for less than the worth you strongly believed it deserved.

He'll take you for a walk and you don't really understand why he's doing it until he starts pointing out buildings he's designed and tells you the difficulties he endured to see them completed. He tells you how proud he is when he sees people admiring his work, or how happy he is to be commissioned because he knows people are seeking him out specifically.

He relates the selling of your art piece to how he can't ever really keep his works to himself. Everything he makes is for others but he still finds himself missing them so he finds little ways to keep them in mind. Typically that means keeping his blueprints or taking photos of the completed project. He tells you you've got some of those things with the thumbnails in your sketchbook or the progress photos you took.

He helps you feel better after beating yourself up for so long and you thank him with a big hug, agreeing to join him on his walks should he feel like visiting his projects on another occasion.

[bonefall]

Sorry, I'm a fucking idiot but what's Shadowsight's relationship with the Dakr Forest Peeps??? Somehow Don't know how to search properly 😭😭😭

OH dw djrhddj it's kind of an inside joke that just sorta happened based on this one scene

Here, I am handing you a bouquet of WIP material.

PREVIOUS CONTEXT:

In BB, Bristlefrost dies VERY early on. She is executed publically by the Impostor. She is a ghost for most of TBC.

Shadowsight has epilepsy, and since his birth in Heartstar's Rise, has had a really bad relationship with death and the idea of needing to "make his life worth it."

He's struck by lightning in early TBC, giving him a glowing blue scar that lights up his ear like radio antennae. This is a "gift" from Ashfur, essentially making Shadowsight a prophet-level interpreter. VERY powerful gift.

All Dark Forest residents manifest a "Land Mar" in the forest. An evil magic place based on the worst moment of their lives. If you live here long enough that it becomes home, you get one.

Anyway, cut ahead to the wip in question where the joke comes from;

Confronting the Impostor in the Dark Forest

Like canon, it is decided that Ashfur needs to be dealt with. He's escaped into the Dark Forest and it's not known what's happened with StarClan.

They just know that Ashfur is FREAKISHLY powerful and it's not known why. StarClan warriors can do many wonderful things, but possession? Calling down a lightning bolt to make a blessing?

The Clans are more concerned about StarClan than the dark forest though, and not super willing to stick their necks out to fight for... Hell. Or the soul of Bramblestar.

But Squirrelflight, in spite of EVERYTHING, argues passionately that they NEED to save her ex-mate. No man left behind means him too.

But I'm not sure if I'm going to have Shadowsight leave and re-enter the DF this time around, to go fetch these reinforcements, because I have a better idea.

So INSTEAD of escaping as Rootspring gets captured, Shadowsight also gets trapped. He's able to avoid capture, but injured, and not knowing how he's going to save everyone without reinforcements.

He manages to drag himself away where he finds a cave. It's the land mar of Ravenwing, the unfairly damned Cleric of ThunderClan... and he intentionally never seeks visitors. He has no idea what's going on out there with Ashfur. Man literally lives under a rock.

But Shadowsight is a young lad and he's injured. He needs help, so, he brings him deep into his cave to patch him up. That's where they have a little chat.

It's about expectations. What people want from you, vs the right thing to do. Ravenwing interpreted a sign from StarClan incorrectly, and three children died because of him. He thought he was doing what they wanted... but even if they did, it was an AWFUL thing to want.

And so he regrets it deeply. Even if it WAS their will, he should have had the spine to stand against it.

And then the subject turns around to Ashfur, Shadowsight sharing how he listened to him because he was a StarClan warrior, even against his instincts, how he feels responsible for this mess.

And yet.. how good it felt. How terrified he is that even if he beats him, he'll go back to living without him. Ashfur makes him special, this GIFT makes him special.

And how will anyone ever forgive him? So many people are dead because of him. Cousin Strikestone is dead because of him. All he ever wanted to do was be useful, but now his life is a net negative.

I plan to trim this down to be shorter and more "focused," but I do want to try and set up Shadowsight's feelings before the Final Battle in some other way.

Anyway, Ravenwing reveals that the Special Power of his Land Mar is that HE can send omens from the comfort of his own cave, very easily. With the power of his Land Mar and the Gift that Shadowsight still has, they're able to send a message to the Mortal Plane.

"STUCK IN DARK FOREST ASHFUR BAD SEND HELP"

I think it'll work better than the several chapters of arguing canon gave us, widely considered to be super frustrating. Just let Shadowsight see the "best hits" from Ravenwing's cave, like Squirrelflight’s Speech.

If I don't use the Land Mar idea, then Rootspring will break out of jail with the help of Hawkfrost's half-ghost and go get help.

Anyway. The joke

Shadowsight keeps getting put in the path of demons who aren't evil and angels who aren't good

So based on the Ravenwing Scene (which I've mentioned before but without much detail iirc) it just became a joke that people like talking to Shadowsight lmao

He'll take 2 steps and a new demon is like "oh i need to protect this boy"

Or suddenly traumadump on him

Or both

[sugolara]

𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨-𝙤𝙛-𝙄𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Thankfully, there was no school today which meant everyone got to sleep in. Since F/n, Shoto, Tenya and Ochaco felt concerned for Izuku, they had decided to not go to the carnival until their friend felt better.

It just didn't feel right for them to have a good time while Izuku was sick and could possibly have something severe going on. A day had passed since they last saw him, but they made sure to check up on his well being.

Besides, it wasn't like the carnival would be leaving soon, they still had a week left.

Bed-ridden, Izuku's quiet breathing emitted from his room. His lower body was covered with his blanket while his upper body was free. He didn't mind that his room was a little chilly. It kind of felt nice that his fingers were cold, almost like he couldn't feel it and the goosebumps that traveled up his arm.

His dull half-lidded eyes stared at the ceiling. He could hear the wind slap against his window and the dull light coming into his room. His alarm, which rested on a nightstand and placed next to his bed illuminated his room.

11:34 AM.

He had woken up about an hour ago and all he did was stared at the ceiling. He didn't answer his worried mother or ate breakfast that smelled good to his nose, even if his stomach rumbled. He wanted to get up but he couldn't.

He felt like he was missing something. Like a part of him wasn't there. Like a half of him had been detached and they were both seeking each other. He wondered...

What was it?

.

..

...

I think we all know.

His phone buzzing made him jolt and he quickly removed it from the charger. His dull eyes came back to life and his lips turned into a smile. A message from F/n heated his heart.

F/nI'm glad to see you are doing well. ^-^We should hang out soon!

At first, Izuku felt like he was being ignored. He wanted her attention on him, but it was so hard with her other friends around. When she came late to school, he tried to grab her attention but he noticed something was wrong with her. He of course wanted to say something but his timidness got the better of him.

This time he'll try extremely hard to make sure she notices him. E̷̷v̷̷e̷̷n̷ ̷i̷̷f̷ ̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷a̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷d̷̷o̷ ̷u̷̷n̷̷e̷̷x̷̷p̷̷l̷a̷̷i̷̷n̷a̷̷b̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷. Though, he had to admit that seeing her deathly worried about him made him feel really good.

IzukuThank you!Maybe we can hangout today?

He nervously bit on his nails, his eyes watching as three dots appeared and then disappeared with a text popping up. His smile widened as she agreed.

F/nThe others want to meet up at the carnival!I'll see you in an hour!

His smile disappeared. Maybe he should've been more specific. He wanted it to be just them two. Should he text her to clarify? Maybe not, after all he had an hour to get ready and see her. Another time.

Just like she wanted, he left his apartment and began to walk to the carnival. The weather was nice, besides the clouds covering the sun and wind slapping against his face. It didn't take long to reach the destination. His smile returned as he spotted her waving at him.

Like always, she looked beautiful.

"I'm a bit worried to see you outside considering you have a fever." She glanced at his appearance, "Is this fine for you?"

He hoped that the blush on his cheeks would go unnoticed, "I-I'm fine! My fever has gone away."

"Good." She then pointed behind where the bright lights and rides sat, "Anyways, the others are meeting us inside."

Unexpectedly, she took his hand and guided him forward. He let out a small noise as the blush grew darker. He began to tremble, his heart beating like crazy, no doubt could be heard if they were in a quiet room. His mind was driving him crazy with scenarios and thoughts.

Did this mean she likes him?

Did she feel the same way he felt?

Did she want to spend eternity with him?

Oh. He just hoped that she couldn't feel his hand as it began to sweat. He wanted to wipe the collected sweat on his forehead but he was just so nervous. It didn't help that he felt like he was underneath a million blankets, his body being set on fire.

He was lost in his mind, that he had forgotten they were meeting up with others and soon reached them. He felt disappointment wash all over him as she let go of his hand and greeted everyone.

Tenya immediately looked at Izuku, "You! You should be resting and taking medicine! How else do you expect to get better if you're outside in the cold?"

"O-Oh..we-"

"He said his fever was gone." F/n looked at him, "Besides, he looks better than he did before."

Ochaco let out a sly smile, "Much better."

Shoto then looked at Izuku and noticed the dark eye bags, "You should have stayed home."

Izuku glanced at the two-colored hair male. He knew he didn't mean it in an offensive way, but he slowly began to dislike him, “Oh..”

Sensing the awkward tension, Ochaco grinned and pointed to a ride that seemed to jiggle every time it moved, "Let's go on that one!"

Tenye eyed the ride with a grim expression, "I don't think my glasses will survive that."

Ochaco giggled and ran off to the line while pulling the navy-hair along, "So just hold on to it!"

The rest followed and they got in line. He felt queasy just staring at the ride. Thankfully, F/n noticed, "You don't have to get in it. We can go on a different ride."

This is it. Izuku took the opportunity to make sure they were alone. He nodded quickly, "Please."

She nodded and looked at Shoto, "You're fine going with those other two, right?"

He nodded and waved her off, glancing at the male beside her.

They walked around for a while, pushing by people. F/n followed him as he looked for a ride that didn't startle him. She did feel upset that they weren't going on the hardcore rides seeing as they seemed more interesting, but she felt like she had to make up with Izuku after she ignored him.

Even if it was for a while.

"This one!" Izuku grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. She was caught off guard and almost tripped but with his harsh tugging she was able to catch her foot.

They soon stepped in line. Izuku's chosen ride? A ferris wheel.

F/n glanced around as she noticed that it was mostly couples entering the carts apart from a family. She figured that he liked slow rides. But that didn't stop her cheeks from having a shade of red as Izuku tightly held her hand.

However, her hand was beginning to hurt.

A cart was in front of them and the couple that was inside got off letting F/n and Izuku get in. Then the ride began to slowly move. She wasn't sure why she felt anxious. It must be from being alone with Izuku.

As the ferris wheel continued, F/n avoided looking at Izuku. It felt awkward and weird. She felt bad for even feeling that way and she couldn't tell if Izuku was looking at her as she looked out to the view.

In front, Izuku stared at his thighs where his fist clamped his jeans. He tried to regulate his breathing, but how could he when F/n was right in front of him? He closed his eyes thinking it might help, but it didn't.

He then slowly lifted his head and stared at F/n. He quietly watched as she looked at the view. His eyes landed on every feature she had and he couldn't help but think she was just perfect.

Perfect in every way.

He was just so, so glad he had found her again even if it was unintentional. Izuku knew that the universe clearly wanted them together. Otherwise, why would it continue to bring them back together?

Whatever it was, he was just utterly grateful.

As the ride lifted them higher, Izuku found it cute at the way her brows would twitch when she looked down. Was she possibly afraid of heights?

"We're really high up." F/n muttered to herself.

Izuku nodded whilst staring at her, "Yeah...but I find it peaceful."

Turning her head, she was surprised to see him already looking at her. She had to say something as she felt really uncomfortable, "...Do you like the ferris wheel?"

Izuku shrugged and looked away. A blush then settled on his cheeks from the way F/n looked at him, "It supposed to be r̷̷o̷̷m̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷̷i̷̷c̷ peaceful."

"Oh." F/n's eyes slightly widened, thinking she figured him out, "Crowds upset you?"

Izuku briefly glanced at her, "..Yeah."

The atmosphere was again awkward as they sat in silence. F/n didn't know how much she could take this. She did feel bad about feeling the way she was around Izuku. She only just hoped that the ride would soon be over.

Thankfully, the ride soon began to lower. Izuku felt unhappy as the time he had with F/n would soon be over and they'd both have to go back with the others. Maybe Izuku could find a day where it would just be the two of them.

Yeah, that would be nice. A day with just Izuku and F/n. With Izuku staring at F/n the whole day. Or maybe, Izuku should invite her to his house. He would have to find a way to get rid of his mother so it could just be the two of them alone.

Hearing the ferris wheel hiss at their stop, F/n quickly got out with Izuku following behind. Being respectful, F/n waited for Izuku to catch up, "We should go look for the others-"

"No!" Izuku then sheepishly smiled, "I-I, It's just that...isn't it better with just us two?"

Before F/n could respond, she heard Ochaco calling her from a distance, "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Oh, sorry." F/n smilingly apologized, "I was with Izuku."

Izuku returned a smile even though he wanted to roll his eyes and groan when he saw them approaching.

"Oh." Ochacho wasn't sure how to reply.

Tenya crossed his arms, "I think we should call it a night."

"What? But we just got here." F/n said confusingly.

Tenya furrowed his brow, "We've been here for an hour. Also, I think it might rain soon."

"Yeah, everyone seems to be leaving already." Shoto said as he looked at the people passing by.

She glanced up, the clouds were gray ready to let all its sorrows out, "I guess you're right."

Ochaco clapped her hands, "Are we ready?"

They all nodded and began to head towards the exit. All the while, Izuku just wished he had more time to be with her. Soon. He smiled, and waved F/n a goodbye as he headed to his direction before stopping briefly.

Soon.

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

Renfield Anniversary Week, day 3: Favourite Scene

I struggled a bit with deciding what to do for this prompt, since I love the glowup montage so much and what It represents, but I also have so many thoughts and feelings about the apartment scene and the gym scene.

Heres a little drabble about the last 2, since I can't pick between them.

Renfield had walked out of the apartment -- his apartment -- that morning with a new purpose, a new reason to live. He had repainted and redecorated It, repairing and undoing the damage done to himself In the process, finally freeing himself from the filth and darkness that Dracula had buried him In, finally living again. The bright walls and ugly furniture are the complete opposite of what Dracula likes, and so Renfield likes them. His apartment defies everything Dracula Is and opposes everything he had tried to surround Renfield with, a sensory overload to the vampire, while a home to Renfield. He finally had a home.

Then he walked back Into his apartment that evening with everything he had worked for ripped away from him In an Instant. His hopes and dreams, his purpose, his life, they were all torn to shreds right In front of him by the same creature who had done the same all those decades ago, back when he was In the asylum. The world around him was drained of colour, tarnished by the vampire Invading the only space he finally felt happy, destroying everything Renfield had put together with his own hands. He should have known better, he should have known not to bother trying to live again, but the Idea of It sounded so wonderful that he couldn't resist the apple handed to him, never considering the consequences and only savouring the taste.

That taste of freedom was the best thing he had felt In decades, and It had rotted In his mouth the second he saw the monster In his home. He had tried so hard to defuse the situation and calm Dracula, but he was only burned when he got too close, berated for his acts of heroism, punished for his betrayal and disobedience, mocked for his weakness to Dracula's temptation. The blame was thrown onto him as always, draining every ounce of confidence he had built up over the past day In an attempt to stand up to the vampire, leaving him weak and silent. He tried so hard to follow the advice Mark gave him, tried to fight back, tried to look to the book for guidance, but In the end he was shoved Into the corner once more and forced to cower before his God.

The apartment Isn't his anymore. It's crowded with cruel laughter and yelling that fills the air. The shadows hide the monster who he had tried to escape. Every single area Dracula touched Is ruined, forever marked with Invisible bootprints that force him back Into the corner. The Imaginary stains can't be scrubbed away, no matter how many times Renfield will try to claw at the rug with as many cleaning sprays as he can find. His life Is always going to be haunted by Dracula. His home Is Dracula's now, everything Is.

He raced to the gym to try and save the others from his destruction, to somehow protect them from being ripped from their lives by a monster who was never supposed to be there In the first place. None of them listened. None of them let him save them. Did he even try to save them at all?

He begged for Dracula to spare them, but all he did was watch when the Inevitable happened. He watched.

They all fell Into Dracula's trap, unable to move or run further than a few feet as Renfield was tossed to the side like a broken toy. At that moment he knew he was no longer necessary, and how nothing he can do will stop the vampire from Inflicting pain on anyone Renfield tries to seek help from. Dracula can't let him have anything but him, knowing that even when he destroys whatever Renfield tried to put his effort Into, that he'll still come crawling back to him.

Dracula's display of power and his unnecessary slaughtering of everyone Is nothing but a game to him, amusing him temporarily In his Immortal life as he mercilessly rips at the people Renfield finally opened up to. He thought he was a hero, but he's a monster just like Dracula, a part of his twisted game, fighting on his side no matter what he does. He can't look away from the destruction, with everyone screaming as claws and fangs tear them to bloody pieces, but he couldn't prevent It even If he tried.

He couldn't prevent Mark from bleeding out, staining his useless hands with his blood but doing nothing to stop It. He was made to destroy lives, not save them.

Mark stared Into his eyes In his final agonising moments of life, and Renfield could see his realisation that he was a murderer. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to be a hero, he can't stop killing people. It's In his nature.

He started that day truly believing that he would never spill a drop of blood again, but ended It with his hands stained red.

Even his jumper, the thing that he had worn with pride as he began to rediscover himself, was ruined. Dracula had complimented It when he entered the apartment, praising Renfield for his pathetic attempt at defying him. He had even touched It, marking the fabric with bloody hands and destroying the last shred of hope Renfield had left as Mark died In his arms.

The jumper was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance for him to redeem himself and live again, to be a person and be free. He's literally letting colour and light back Into his life again after being trapped In the darkness for so long and Dracula Is just dragging him down Into the shadows again. Whatever Renfield does, he always ends up back In the darkness, caged In by Dracula's claws and held on an Invisible leash by his rare moments of kindness.

Everything Is ruined.

[whattraintracks]

Today on thinking about The Next Mutation as a continuation of the 90s movies, let's consider brotherhood and origins:

At 15 years old the turtles call each other brothers and have always wondered about their origin.

In TMNT II, Leo asks Splinter why he only now shows them the TGRI canister (why did you wait this long to tells us when you know how much we've wanted any clues?) Donnie privately imagined there was a deeper purpose to the ooze, that they were special. He hates the idea that their genesis was a mistake.

Don says he always thought there was more to the ooze and Leo's response, his immediate, soft I know, makes me wonder if these two have had conversations about this before. Have they confided in each other about their questions and fears and hopes? Whatever the case, they're on the same page, but Splinter tells them they need to focus on the mission at hand.

Jump to 17-18 years old and the turtles don't call each other brothers and only Donnie cares about understanding their mutation.

TNM Leo talks to Venus and insists none of them are siblings, but Donnie seems to consider them a family unit (particularly a dysfunctional one). What changed in two years that caused such a shift and took Leo and Donnie so far off the same page?

Story time, I have a half sister. I don't typically refer to her as such because she's just my little sis, you know, but when I was younger the distinction was important to me. Not because I loved her any different, but for some reason I couldn't ignore the technicality. I often felt compelled to inform people who asked about our relation that we were half siblings then immediately reassure them I didn't love her any more or less for it.

So I wonder, if TNM Leo is experiencing something similar here. He's had a couple years to process what they learned about the ooze and maybe he's stuck on the point that they're literally not related, that it was never supposed to happen like he hoped thought, that his family wasn't really a family it was just a coincidence, a careless accident, and he hasn't yet been able to move past that technicality to realise their brotherhood has value and meaning despite not being conventional.

And I'm hopeful he'll get there! It took me a few years, but even in my own mind my sister is my sister and actually I seem to collect siblings left and right these days. I still consider every foster kid who ever lived in my home to be my sibling and that means I have more little siblings than I know what to do with. I still see my mom's best friend's kids every now and then and they're definitely like siblings. There are probably too many folks I consider siblings, Leo doesn't need to go to this extreme but if we're being honest that would be in character for him.

Let's move on from me, because the more interesting point is how he compares to Donnie. Here's the thing, Don has held onto them being a family (though he's likely examined and reshaped this belief), but I don't think he walked away from TMNT II unaffected. He ultimately didn't let the information and disappointment about their origin affect their familial status in his mind, but he doubled down on understanding their mutation. Professor Perry fully admitted to the ooze being a unforeseen side effect and then presumably disappeared with the rest of TGRI before Donnie could try to pick his brain. So Don tries to figure it out on his own and eventually seeks out Dr Quease's insight.

Anyhow, this is just one of my many thought experiments about how the 90s movies could provide context for different aspects of TNM.

[neonganymede]

Hi Moxie! As you know I love your modern fyosiglai and I’ve been wondering for a while if you had any hcs about them that you might wanna share (if not it’s totally ok ofc). Like how do you hc they started dating and how they entered their poly relationship, how do they generally display non sexual affection to each other, how is their dynamic in bed (is any of them ace or repulsed? Does any usually stick to a ‘role’?) etc, any hc you have! 💕

Hi Mune!!! dsjfaksldfjasdl is this fyosiglai day???? I'm absolutely not complaining <3 i'll take any chance I can get to talk about them~

And here are some other domestic headcanons in case you missed them

The way I write them, Fyolai were already a thing by the time they met Sigma, and both of them felt very happy and secure in their relationship. Sigma ended up living with them on Dazai's recommendation. Dazai knew that they had an extra room, and he thought they would shake up Sigma's life in a way that he needed.

Nikolai fell first, Fyodor fell quietly, and Sigma fell so hard that it frightened him. He tried to distance himself, not wanting to cause any problems in their relationship. He was so ordinary, so how could he ever hope that one of them felt something for him, let alone both of them? The idea seemed too absurd to even consider.

By then, Nikolai and Fyodor had discussed asking Sigma to be a part of their relationship. Nikolai thought that everything would go smoothly, but Fyodor was less confident that Sigma would agree to date them both. He knew that Sigma had affections for Nikolai, but he assumed that his naturally dismissive nature was what kept Sigma from getting too close to them.

And it did take some time to convince Sigma that he belonged with them, that they both wanted him equally. Not for the reasons that Fyodor had feared but because Sigma just didn't believe it. He was just an extra, wasn't he? Wouldn't they eventually get tired of him? But Fyodor and Nikolai had already decided that they were all dating, even if it took Sigma a little bit longer to realize.

Sigma's starved for contact, but he's also the least-likely person to initiate anything. He complains when Nikolai drapes himself over his back like the world's clingiest overcoat, but he never asks Nikolai to stop. He never pulls away, and he always stands and sits close to Fyodor, hoping that those chilly fingers will reach out and draw him close.

Fyodor has a habit of napping on Sigma, almost like a cat seeking out its favorite patch of sunlight. Sigma moves around less than Nikolai, so it's easier to relax with his head in Sigma's lap or on his shoulder. And Sigma loves it. Even if he's stuck sitting on the couch for most of the afternoon, he'll stay as still as possible to keep from disturbing Fyodor's impromptu nap. Nikolai lets them be for as long as he can bear, usually snapping a few pictures before diving on the couch to cuddle with them.

Sigma is an ordinary person who likes to get an ordinary amount of sleep at night. This was a big change for Fyodor, whose sleeping schedule was almost nonexistent, and Nikolai, who slept so erratically that Sigma genuinely feared for his health. They both agreed to try sleeping through the night but ultimately made no promises. Surprisingly, Sigma's grounding presence was all they'd needed to get a solid eight hours of sleep every night.