#i fear i am simping once again

[shield-and-saber]

rewatching the fight scene between sol and mae is so-

can we talk about the way that jj is so fluid with his movements, how sol is clearly confident in his capabilities the way that only a master could be. like, he's so fucking casual about the way he just flings mae around and deflects her blows like it's nothing!!!!!!

fucking hello ?????

[aquaticmercy]

To be loved by Agatha

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader drabble in which she makes sure you can never die.

warning : possessive/obsessive love and violence (not towards you)

note : Hi I am an Agatha simp.

Requests are open!

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Agatha loves either loves dearly, or not at all.

When she feels love, she feels it in absolutes. There is no middle ground, no room for tentative affection. And lucky for you, she absolutely adores you.

She would move heaven and earth for you. She would move mountains and swallow seas if it meant you would wake up next to her every morning. Nothing in this reality or another could stand in her way when it came to you. You were her absolute everything, and she would worship the very ground you walk on.

And for that, you should feel lucky. But you also know luck can be a dangerous thing.

She had killed for you, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Those who dared hurt you were stabbed, burnt, or ripped to shreds without hesitation, mere dust beneath her feet. You never witnessed any of it, of course. Agatha made sure of that. She wanted to protect you—from the world, and from herself.

You should know you never had a choice in this. From the moment her eyes locked onto yours, your fate was sealed. There was no escaping her love affection, no room to breathe or run. Not that you wanted to. 

She made you immortal so you could spend eternity with her. The day she whispered ancient words over your sleeping body, binding your soul to hers, was the day you stopped being human, at least not entirely. You didn’t know it then, waking up the next morning with nothing but a faint headache and an unrecognisable feeling.

Over time, you felt it. Time no longer changed you as it once had. Days turned to weeks, to months, to years—yet you remained the same. Unmarked by the world as you had been marked by her.

At first, you were bewildered, even terrified. But as always, Agatha was there, soothing your fears. “We can be together forever,” she said with a smile that could have melted the toughest vibranium. “No one else deserves you. No one else could love you like I do.”

In reality, no one else ever had the chance.

In Agatha’s world, love is absolute.

And yet, despite fearing what living forever would do to your simple human mind, you wondered, would it really be so bad to spend eternity with her, to be adored forever?

The truth is, you will find out sooner or later. After all, she loves you too much to let you go.

-end

[liliewrites]

Requesting a NSFW transfem! Arle with fem!reader who works at the hearth & arle simps for reader but like reader is oblivious to all that cus like she's surrounded by kids almost 24/7. Somehow reader convinced Arle to bring the kids to a beach (I am not even sure if there's a beach in Fontaine but let's assume so XD). So on beach day, bringing a whole bunch of kids means a bunch of guards gotta be there (cus safety). So Arle sees reader wearing a bikini with a sash(is that what it's called I have no idea) since it's like hot out and then arle gets a pretty bad boner & rails reader in her room privately after the day at the beach. Since arle got jealous of the stares reader gets from the guards. (Sorry if its very long & no pressure.)

lmaoooo bare with me anon, this is giving me brainrot... jealous arlecchino. also forgive me if the ending is a little silly and my writing isn't that great waksjdk i rlly didn't know how to end it and this was supposed to be just a thirst lmaoo. anyw i hope u like this!!:))

- warning/s : transfem! arlecchino, jealous sex, creampie.

(men and minors dni under the cut!)

filthy, disgusting, outrageous-

oh, but arlecchino was not better than her men. those men- ogling and staring at you. it irritated her to no end. to her defense, she was simply watching over you and the children, it's not like she was busy staring at your.. pretty tits, nor was she staring at your.. plump ass. arlecchino was a woman of duty and responsibility, she was just here to watch over the kids, yes. as the father and head of the house of hearth, it was her job to ensure the safety-

oh who was she kidding? "fuck.."

she cursed under her breath, no matter how hard she convinced herself, she could not suppress her rushing emotions- especially the blood rushing down her pants. she let out a frustrated groan. oh, oh, archons, the fatui guards who were ogling at you were making her blood rush in annoyance, and your pretty figure exposed in broad daylight made blood rush in her pants. she couldn't help it anymore, she couldn't just stand by and watch you get eye-fucked by the guards.

she got up with a scoff. her tall stature, straight and stiff shoulders coupled with an annoyed glare was what greeted the guards.

"you buffoons, stop slacking off and watch the kids." she scolded them, not needing to raise her voice. they were not kids, they didn't need to be told twice to do their jobs properly, and hopefully the guards had immediately understood that she caught them staring at who was supposed to be hers, and had made it clear to not make the mistake of doing so again- or they will be fucked up.

after doing that, however, arlecchino could not afford any more time pass by without her making it also clear to you what you were making her feel- it was annoying her, it was getting on her nerves- how you act so clueless about the feelings she’d been trying to convey across to you for the past few days. so the harbinger walked towards you, grabbing your wrist with no explanation whatsoever.

much to your fear (and.. delight?), she brought you to her private room that she had rented for herself during the house of hearth’s whole stay at the beach, shoving you in just enough to force you inside her room, but not too much to actually make you fall on the floor.

"f-father? what's wrong-"

"do not call me father, woman. i am done playing these stupid little games with you."

pray tell, you were confused about what she said and you really wanted to know what she was talking about, as you were currently cowering in fear under the knave's harsh glare. she refused that you call her father, and she spoke with a tone that dripped with irk making you unsure of how to properly react to her as you were scared that you’d anger her further. "m-my lord, i am confused. what is it that you mean?" you asked, and she grabbed your wrist once more, pushing you on the bed and pinning you down.

"my dear, do not act coy with me. i have done all that i can to convey my feelings towards you, and yet you let those filthy men drool and fantasize about what i wish to claim as mine?"

you let arlecchino's words register for a moment. acting coy? feelings? claim as hers?

the dumbfounded look on your face was enough to make arlecchino realize that you had indeed not been able to grasp her feelings, you were not acting coy, nor were you pretending to be clueless. you really, really, didn’t know.

— for her whole life as an underling of the fatui and as a harbinger, a master of wearing a mask of apathy, a trained actor in the field of faux cruelty, she has never been able to experience embarrassment to this degree, and besotted! she couldn’t believe it was because of silly, petty feelings of romance.

she immediately moved away, feeling guilty and ashamed of her own actions, but mostly annoyed at herself- and those damned fatui guards. they were the reason for her acting this way, they were the reason, they-

you, however, noticed the little.. bump in her pants while sat there in silence, seemingly lost in thought (she was busy convincing herself it was the guards’ fault). you were as flustered as she was, of course, but seeing arlecchino, the feared knave, turned on and vulnerable because of you? it was plain to see that you had a little confidence boost and you ended up provoking the said harbinger, catching her off guard.

"my lord, is.. this because of me?" "what do you think, milaya?" "i don't know. i asked you because i do not know why you are so aroused and turned on, my lord. could it be because of someone else? oh, oh boo.”

now, now arlecchino was sure that this form of teasing from you was intentional. she looked at you with a rather dark stare, her earlier annoyed expression returning to her face, and she clicked her tongue.

”i was about to forgive you for being oblivious towards my displays of affection, but your behavior right now is inexcusable, my dear.”

she crawled back towards you, and you could feel a rush of adrenaline through your veins. you were no longer afraid, as you were sure that the knave held some sort of sentimental feelings towards you — you were unsure for now what it was, but to know that you were important to her, oh, it made you feel confident.

”milaya, accuse me one more time of loving another woman, consider this a warning, but i will definitely have to show you these feelings that pester me day and night because of you.”

”then show me, my lord, must i admit? i do not know the identity of the woman whom you clearly fantasize enough about to make you have such a.. hard-on”

oh, you’ve definitely pushed enough of arlecchino’s buttons today but now you really were riling her up on purpose? needless to say, no more words were exchanged between you, and the pretty little bikini that caused all this jealous fiasco of hers was ripped off of you (with the promise that arlecchino would buy you a new one, a better one.) and now you were face-front and pushed down against the bed.

oh, she definitely was not small. you could feel her fill you up and stretch you out. deep, harsh, thrusts were the only thing you felt. your senses were overstimulated with the sensations of her, everything was just her now. your mind was hazy, but all you could see was her white and black locks, framing her handsome face. all you could smell was her slightly woody smell, along with the musk coming from the love-making you both were currently doing. all you could hear was her grunts and your incoherent cries of her name. all you could taste were her lips pressed against yours, her tongue running against your lips as she separates. all you could feel were her hands gripping on your wrists, her hips slamming against yours and her dick reaching spots you never knew could even be reached, oh, oh and the overwhelming sensation of those little jolts of pleasure whenever she rammed against you. everything was just her, her and her—

”m-my lord, i-i can’t-”

”silence, you’ve irked me enough, take it.”

“milaya, my dear. oh how i’ve waited for this..” she grumbled in your ear, bringing you slightly back to your senses, before biting down on your skin that caused you to be fully awake and aware of everything again. the speed of her thrusts increasing but her rhythm had started to falter. it made you whine and whimper, you could barely understand what she was saying, the pleasure was messing with your train of thought.

”those dirty.. dirty bastards, staring at you- well too bad, because i am the one who’s fucking you right now. mine, mine. i could barely stand it.”

the jealousy on her face, the scowl and her gritted teeth as she continued fucking you to no end despite you already clawing at the sheets with how close you are. you could tell, her feelings were genuine, and if you weren’t fucking you’d be a flustered mess- not that you currently weren’t a mess. just a different kind. her lips wrapped itself around your pretty little nips, sucking on it and playing with it using her tongue in a rather aggressive manner. biting every now and then on your chest too, creating purple splotches on your skin that made her feel proud to see. however, with every single movement that she did to you, you inched closer to the edge.

as her lips latched onto that one particular spot on your neck, licking it, biting it— you swear you felt yourself black out for a moment, something snapping in your lower region and your whole body arched and convulsed. you’ve never felt an orgasm this intense. it felt so good. so fucking good, not just for you- but for arlecchino too.

”f-fuck, milaya, you take me so good- i-i- fuck-”

with a loud curse, her hips stilled and shook, slamming deep into you and you felt warmth flood your insides while you were still feeling the ebbs of your high. it made you have mini convulsions, as you were extremely sensitive from how rough she was pounding into you. panting, breathless, she didn’t pull out but she did collapse on top of you. her face shoved in your neck, and you knew she felt embarrassed as she refused to face you.

as you called her that title, she got on her elbows and hovered on top of you, looking at you with a stern stare. “milaya, you are free to call me by my name and not by any title anymore. please, call me by my name.” she requested, and it was.. so different from her commanding tone that you got used to. your heart melted at the noticeable vulnerability she was showing you, and it made you smile. “okay, arlecchino. i take it that we should go back to the beach and see the kids?” the sound of her name rolling of your tongue made her feel bliss, but the next few words that came from your mouth had reminded her of today's earlier events.

”.. my dear, i was not too rough with you, was i? i didn’t force myself on you, did i?”

”no, my lord.”

oh, right, the beach. arlecchino shook her head at the thought, knowing that the guards were there. she scoffed at the thought and returned to her previous position of burying her face in your neck.

“no. let’s stay here.”

”- but the kids- a-arlecchino!”

”i’m afraid that we’ll have to stay here for awhile, my dear. i have not shown enough of my love to you, and i wish to make it clear to whom you belong to.”

before you could even protest, she gently thrusted her hips once more to cut you off. “no, milaya, we stay here. who said i was done disciplining you?” she told you, voice low followed by a groan.

her pace was slow but deep, you could feel every inch of her rubbing against your sensitive walls. it made you tremble once more that you couldn’t find it in you to answer back anymore.

safe to say, you were unable to come out of the room for the rest of the day nor the following. you were worried about the kids and the kids were worried about you— but you were safe here in arlecchino’s room, and they were safe under the guards’ surveillance, otherwise they’d have to face execution if anything ever happened to them. surely, it wouldn’t be selfish of arlecchino have you all to herself without any distraction for a day, yes? it was a vacation after all!:3

a/n : owjhasjdh my bad, i forgot to include this, but milaya ("милая") is a russian endearment used for feminine lover hihi.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I absolutely love n adore your writing especially your IDV Norton/ Fool’s Gold ones (I am a huge ! major ! simp for him). I need MORE OF FOOL’S GOLD— the size difference is getting to me!!

I hope you’re taking requests! :> Fool’s Gold is just sometimes always in thought at how different the size is between him n reader? Like. Just how do they handle him so well ?? Or even, just like the idea of cat and mouse BECAUSE OF THE SIZE DIFF.. this can be a nsfw oneshot or drabble but it’s up to you entirely!!

rated Explicit | Warning: it kinda feral

Norton Campbell has always been the one who towers above you, Andrew, William, and himself being the tallest in the survivors' group. This translated to his hunter counterpart who is the tallest of the hunters next to Disciple, Evil Reptilian, and himself.

When he is around you, he is often standing beside or behind you, a grin on his face as you watch you crane your name to look at his face— The same thing you do with his other self, but is different.

There is arrogance, cockiness, and sadistness in his wide toothy grin. Especially, when he has you all alone and his excitement is clear by the way he has you on a medical bed at the second level of the Sacred Heart Hospital.

He was particularly vicious in this match. He is of course a vicious hunter, but this felt a bit personal as he had downed Freddy, Kreacher, and Servais. It was like he was… God, you should kick him for being territorial— None of them are a threat, but you know Norton never particularly liked them.

“So small.” Keeping his deformed hand pinning your arms above your head, “To think this has taken all of my cock.” His other hand cupping your crotch, “Bet you can take us both.”

The idea of both Nortons being inside of you as you flustered, embarrassed thinking how many times that was close to happening. You fear if that happens, you might not be able to walk properly for a while. Yet, the idea excites you and he chuckles at how you bite down on your lower lip. His hand moved up and down. Your hips raised begging silently for more.

“Say you can, no, say you will take us both, sparky.”

You try to speak knowing he is going to use it as an opportunity to have you moaning louder midway— Still, you foolishly try and once again you are moaning.

“Sensitive today, huh?” Raising an eyebrow at how you easily moaned a little too loudly. His hand moves under you grabbing the waistband of your pants, a push up and a pull as exposes your ass and legs to the slightly warm air.

“That little bastard.” He yanked your pants with your underlings off your legs taking a shoe with it before tossing it on the ground beside his feet. Now he can see why you were sensitive, the bite marks on your thighs and your hole smelling heavily of arousal— That weak brat made sure to cum inside of you too, giving Fool’s Gold the sloppy seconds of your hole.

“Fine,” Unzipping his pants, “This will only make it easy for me!” You squirm as he picks up your leg and brings it up to your shoulder, “Let's take that pretty voice of yours from him in return.”

You would have thought he was gonna slam right into you, no he made sure to drag out the sensation of him filling you. Norton is well endowed, to say the least and he is always something you might not ever get used to— Fool’s Gold is bigger, considering he can reconstruct himself… Of course, he made himself big enough to have a bump appear on your lower stomach from him filling you so much. And he loves to not only point it out but touch it to actively remind you: he is bigger.

So competitive, not that it does not have its advantages but, God, you are always sore.

“Now say what I told you to say before.” Now fully inside of you, “Say how you can take us both, sparky.”

You say it softly with your face turned away, then you say it again louder when he starts a rough pace making you immediately realize you are in fact that sensitive.

“That's it,” Laughing as repositions you to have both your legs pressed against your chest so he can reach even deeper, “Go on, tell me how bad you need us.” He wants to feed into his ego, loves hearing you admit how you love Norton Campbell so much— How you love every fucked up piece of him like he is a diamond rather than Fool’s Gold. “Fuck, every time so tight.” You moan out his name, the desperation for release with each ‘Norton, Norton, Norton’ you say.

“Whore,” Groaning, “My whore.” His hands, both of them holding your legs. Your hands gripping the dirty surgeon table as the Hunter fucks you relentlessly. A mix of spite and his own desperation for you.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Rick Sanchez Headcanons (Rick and Morty)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is a request from YouTube and oh my lord, the amount of research I had to do for this was obscene! Anyways I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Rick Sanchez is not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!!!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Rick From Rick and Morty- 

.Rick, is, in fact, a genius, but he is also an alcoholic, hot mess of a mass murderer. 

.But there is one thing we cannot deny about Rick, and that is that he loved two women in his life very much. 

.Diane his late wife, and Unity. These two women he had a deep bond with and when his wife was killed he spent his whole life hunting down the man that did it. 

.This caused him to become the man he is, a mad scientist. 

.Now in comes you, you just met Rick by chance a completely normal human, with a completely normal life. 

.Meeting this man has changed everything about your life and has made Rick completely obsessed with you. 

.It was obsession at first sight, he fell for you good and hard and knew you were the one for him. 

.He finally has felt something that he has not felt in a long time. 

.He is a very unstable yandere. 

.He manipulates you into coming with him on various missions. 

.He is a super toxic yandere that will manipulate you, most likely kidnap you, and possibly experiment on you. 

.He does care for you, and when your safety is on the line, he feels like his world might end. 

.And if someone did put your safety at risk, he would not just kill them, he would not just torture them. 

.He would make a world of all their greatest fears, and pain, and make them immortal, so every time they die they would have to go through it again and again and again. 

.He would make them suffer and he would take enjoyment in it. 

.He deals with rivals in a similar way, a bit at least. 

.First, he would try and buy them off, if that does not work he will threaten them, if that does not work he will just straight up shoot them. 

.Rick is a genius and in his mind the best of all Ricks. So of course he knows that he is the best match for you. 

.He is once again very toxic, he is manipulating you to only depend on him. 

.And also getting rid of anyone that would try and get in the way of his relationship with you. 

.He would want to possess you and be the only person you can depend on in your life. 

.He is very possessive and controlling of you and becomes very jealous very easily. 

.He is also the one who might just kidnap you and take you to a dimension where it is just you and him. 

.so that way no one will be able to take you away. 

.When he does confess his love he Is supper excited and maybe a little bit buzzed. 

.If you accept his love get ready for so GILF Grandpa I would Like to FUCK, sex. 

.If you turn him down, he takes this as a huge betrayal and we all have seen how well he reacts when that happens. 

.So he would one hundred percent kidnap you and make you love him by putting in a brain chip that makes you feel good when you are around him. 

.So that you would think you like him and your brain chemicals will make you have the same effect around Rick around someone you would be in love with. 

.It does not take your consent away but it does manipulate the hell out of you. AND Is a total invasion of your body's anatomy. 

.Rick does not care cause in his mind you still chose him so that means you want him and he finally has the love of his life. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, oof Rick sure does have a lot of layers, and man do I feel bad for his family! Anyway I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all my sexy muffins!] 

[spookychick78]

OG Michael Myers One Shot

A little continuation of the parking garage one shot as requested by the lovely @slasherhoe87​ 🖤🔪

also, its becoming glaringly obvious how much of a Myers simp I am with how much shit I’ve written about this man.

OG!Michael Myers X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: (Y’all knew this was coming) NSFW, Knife play, blood play, choking

Word Count: 3,697

In the following weeks, (Y/n) couldn't stop thinking of the man in the mask. She found herself searching for him around every corner, down every alley way and through every window. It hadn't taken her long to put it together that whoever he was had been the one causing that undeniable feeling of being watched, but why? He had left her with so many questions and now close to a month since it had happened, she wondered if she would ever get answers.

She put her car in park and exited into the cool night air. The parking garage that had so often than not made her uneasy had begun to excite her every time she came home. Though, that night her excitement had started to fade. He was never there and honestly, she wondered if maybe he had been a figment of her imagination after all. She hurried towards the little room with the elevators and as she opened the door she turned and gave the empty lot one more lingering glance. Nothing.

Michael scoffed as he watched her. She wasn't quite as adept as he was at finding her obsession, though he found her efforts amusing. How funny it was that he had become her obsession, he thought to himself. He took note of her constantly wandering eyes that almost always fell in his direction, unaware that he was indeed there, hidden in the shadows. She had been close several times, but it had become a game to him and one Michael was inevitably better at than she was. He had more patience. Usually. However, it was wearing thin. He too hadn't been able to forget the night he had shown himself to her. It had undoubtedly been a mistake to touch her. The feeling of her skin against his hand, though the exchange was mere seconds, had ignited a desire within him he didn't know he was capable of possessing. Michael couldn't deny himself much longer, he wanted to know her and more than just by the surface level knowledge he'd managed to obtain by just watching. Observing from a distance no longer satisfied him, he wanted more. He wondered if she would be frightened when she finally found what she was looking for. Part of him hoped she would be, fear had looked so delicious on her and he hadn't even been the one to cause it, not entirely. He wanted that pleasure, but he wouldn't end her life. Perhaps he would bring her to the brink of death or perhaps he'd let those carnal thoughts guide him elsewhere. He had never given into them before, he wasn't even sure he had ever had them until he saw her. It was maddening not to know what exactly it was about her that had lured him in so completely. Maybe it was how petite she was in comparison to him, Michael did enjoy feeling larger than life. He knew if he was to wrap his hands around her throat they would all but engulf her. His frame pressed against her's could minimize her being so entirely that she would practically disappear from existence within his arms. Or maybe it was the challenge that excited him to the point of discomfort within his coveralls. He would have to exercise restraint like he never had before in order for her to survive being so entangled with him, because in reality he could end her life in seconds if he didn't. Her fate and possible demise would be in his hands the moment they met her skin once more. The entirety of their proverbial 'moon dance' would cascade along that ever thinning line between life and death. He wondered if she had any idea of the fire she was playing with, head canted to the side as he watched her eyes scan the empty garage in search of him once again.

She let out a frustrated sigh and let the door swing shut behind her. She pressed the button for the elevator, just once this time. She intended to waste as much time as humanly possible just in case he appeared. The doors began to separate, filling the room with their high pitched squeaking and she decided to give up on her search for the night. She slipped inside the cabin and reluctantly pressed the button for her floor. She leaned her back against the wall as she watched the doors close in on each other. Before each end could meet, they creaked to a halt. A hand had come between them, it retracted once the doors began to move outward. They were slower than ever as they reopened and she impatiently craned her neck to catch a glimpse of whom she would be sharing the brief ride upwards with, but found no one was there. She furrowed her brows and took a step forward. Before she could look out the doors, she was pushed back against the wall with a hand around her throat. After the initial shock had worn off, she looked up to see the white mask with the blackest holes looking down on her once again. He held her in place as the doors squeaked shut. After he was certain they were closed, he released his grip on her. (Y/n)'s chest heaved up and down as she struggled to catch the breath he'd knocked out of her.

"It's you," she panted.

She wasn't quite sure if it was fear or unbridled excitement she was feeling, but she surmised it was a dangerous, possibly deadly combination of the two that made her quickly reach her hand past him and lock the elevator. She quickly drew her arm back in and pressed herself back against the wall.

Michael slowly turned his head to see what she had done, moderately impressed by the confidence she had just displayed by assuming he wouldn't kill her. He returned his gaze to her and smirked behind his mask when he saw that subtle hint of fear hidden within her eyes. So she wasn't totally confident, but curious enough to trust him. He would have reminded her that it was curiosity that killed the cat, but he wasn't going to grant her the pleasure of hearing his voice, yet. She would have to be the one to end the silence between them if she had the courage to do so.

She had so many questions, but each of them seemed so nonsensical given the fact that he had never uttered a single word to her. She was almost certain he wouldn't answer any of them, but she had to say something. After waiting so long for this moment, it only seemed wrong to waste it.

"Who," she started, but stopped and rethought the first words she wanted to say, "why did you save me from that man? Why did you kill him but not me?"

Michael tilted his head. Would she have preferred he hadn't? It wasn't necessarily that he had saved her, he wasn't even sure that was the right word. Saving her for himself maybe, that would have been a better way to describe it. Someone had merely threatened to take her before he could and Michael wasn't one to share. She would soon learn that, if he hadn't made it clear enough for her before, he was about to. She waited so patiently for a response, her (e/c) eyes seemingly trying to decipher his features behind the mask without physically removing it. Her curiosity made her appear so innocent as she gazed up at him, inadvertently fueling his desire to take that innocence for himself. Though he had to admit, he found it somewhat endearing that she was so entranced by him she didn't even realize the position she could have possibly put herself in, were he not so obsessed with her in his own regard. He brought his hand up to her cheek as he had done before, but this time he let his fingertips explore the softness of her skin. She was truly delicate, he thought to himself as he let them wander down to her lips. She parted them for him. He raised his eyebrows behind his mask as he traced her bottom lip, just barely allowing himself inside her mouth, and felt moisture coat the top of his fingers. He brought his hand up to study his own skin that had been wet by her, the sight of that alone brought an urge to taste her to the surface.

"Who are you?" She asked as she watched his silent observation.

His eyes shot back to her. She had asked that once before, only now he was more willing to oblige her with an answer, to some degree. It was purely based on his own desire, but it might satisfy her questions for the time being. He brought both hands to the back of his mask and slowly peeled the rubber off of himself. He kept his head down and observed what was for the majority of the world his face in his own hands, but for her and only her, he would show himself as he truly was. He knelt down and gently set it aside before towering above her again. As he lifted his head, he told himself he was only doing it because he needed to if he was going to do what he was about to do, that was all. Though even Michael knew there was a part of him that felt she was deserving, even if he couldn't explain why.

(Y/n)'s face started to heat up when she realized the man behind the mask was undoubtedly handsome. He was much younger than she had expected he would be, it seemed he wasn't far off from her age. He had dark curls that framed his near perfectly structured face, the only imperfection being the scar that ran through one of his eyes. His jaw was clenched as though he was somewhat nervous under her gaze, but that subtle movement of his muscles accentuated his prominent jawline further. His brows were knit together in an almost disapproving way over his expressionless eyes, one blue, one milky white and his mouth kept tightly shut as she studied him. Each feature had such a unique and unexplainable draw that she found herself wanting to touch him, to further inspect the ever so silent and stoic man before her. Her hand wandered up, but before she could touch him, he flinched and those disapproving brows furrowed tighter than before. She held her hand in place midair as she watched him contemplate the interaction. He blinked his eyes as he studied her hand, then turned his gaze to meet her's, granting her passage to continue. She slowly reached forward and let her fingertips touch his cheek first, then steadily rested her palm over him to hold the side of his face in her hand. His eyes flickered shut and his brows relaxed at the strange new sensation. She was warm against his cool skin and he found himself resting in her touch, his head fell slightly to the side to give in further. She watched, fascinated by the way he seemed to relish in the minimal contact as if he had been starved a lifetime for it. He finally opened his eyes and took her hand in his to bring it to his lips. He didn't kiss her fingers, he simply brushed them over his skin, unsure of what exactly it was he wanted to do. Her skin was so soft.

"Won't you tell me your name?" She said softly.

Needy, he thought to himself as he began to kiss her fingers. He told himself he'd only tell her so he could hear how it sounded coming from her mouth.

"Michael," he whispered back.

"Michael," she repeated gently.

It sounded better than he'd expected in her breathy, distracted tone and it fanned those flames she'd lit within him further. Her fingers were no longer satisfying him, he needed to explore her further. He wanted her to say his name again against his lips. He dropped her hand and reached both of his forward to cup her face as he pressed his body against her's and engulfed her lips in a kiss so hungry it made her knees weak. As she melted into it she couldn't help but notice the desperation he had for her pressed up against the top of her thigh. She wasn't sure how much he would allow her to do, but as if he had read her mind, he took her arms and draped them over his shoulders in one swift movement before his hands returned to her face. She took some liberty and tangled her fingers in the curls that hung just above the back of his neck. As she tugged on his hair, Michael pressed harder against her and paid no mind to the moan that escaped his lips. He had been absolutely right, restraining himself was going to be a challenge, one more difficult than he'd expected. He wanted so badly to hear her say his name again, but this time he wanted her to cry it out. He needed to regain some control, because she had more than he realized she would with the way her fingers sent chills down his spine every time she pulled on his locks. Then she shifted against him, rubbing him so that it made him ache in such a devastatingly good way. His hand instinctively flew to her throat and wrapped itself around it in a tight embrace. She let out a gasp and he smirked against her kiss, it was the power shift he needed to know he was still in control no matter what she did or what he wanted her to do to him. He broke away from her, hand still tightly wound around her neck to keep her in place against the wall. He watched a smiled spread across her face as he struggled to catch his uneven breath. He wasn't sure what he liked more, to see her frightened or to see her look so proud of what she was doing to him. Her pride reignited that challenge he so adored, it made him want to force her to unravel, to bring her to the brink of death, but in a different way. He would make her beg for mercy and after he was done with her, she would beg for more. A smile of his own spread across his face as he reached his free hand into his pocket to retrieve his knife. When he revealed it to her he delighted in the way her smile fell and fear flickered in her eyes. He brought it down to the bottom of her dress and removed his hand from her throat to pull the material taut before he took the blade and sliced the fabric upwards. The sound of it ripping bounced off of the elevator's walls and combined with her accelerated breath, Michael was entranced. He finally reached the top and let the knife continue it's ascent upwards until the blade rested underneath her chin. She craned her neck up with it and looked at him with that same hint of excitement he'd seen in her when he first entered. She watched his grip tighten on the knife's handle until his knuckles turned pale as if he was fighting the urge to plunge it into her. She hesitantly brought her hands up to his and guided the knife to the side of her neck. If he was going to kill her he would have by now and by this point she was just as eager as he was to continue this dance, so her next words came perhaps a little too easy.

"I trust you, Michael," she breathed as she guided his knife down the side of her neck.

His was captivated by the sight of her blood dripping out from under his blade and down to her shoulder. His pupils became overblown as his desire reached its boiling point. He cast the knife aside and grabbed her by her shoulders to flip her around. He ripped her dress from her body and quickly did away with the rest of the cloth so that no part of her was hidden. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her back against him and craned her neck back so he could drag his tongue up towards the cut she had allowed him to give her. He collected her blood in his mouth then focused his attention on the wound, sucking with such brutality she could already feel the bruise he would leave forming under his lips. Once he had cleaned her with his tongue, he pushed her forward so that her cheek was pressed against the wall. The sound of his zipper being pulled down filled her ears and in turn, filled her with such a buzzing excitement she could barely wait the few seconds it took for him to free himself. Finally, she felt him line himself up at her entrance and without warning, he invaded her with one firm thrust that shook her to her core. Pain intermingled with a burning and intense pleasure unlike any she had felt before. He hung his head over her shoulder and the sound of his uneven breath filled her ear as he began to set a brutal and unforgiving pace. She struggled to keep her balance as he rocked into her and he seemed to take note. He wrapped an arm around her and rested his other hand against the wall, steadying the both of them as he continued his pursuit to leave her in shambles. At the same time, he himself was overwhelmed by the pleasure her tightly wound body was granting him. Sensations crept upwards from where their bodies met and into his core, tangling together inside of him like knots on the verge of snapping. His hand against the wall balled into a fist, tightening in tandem with those knots as he pushed himself inside of her with more force than before. Her head fell back against him and a cry ripped from her throat, along with a slew of praises. It was then he got what he wanted.

"Michael," she cried out as her face contorted into an expression that could only be described as pained bliss.

He was almost too much for her to take, his size combined with the intensity of his movements made her burn in a way she hadn't before. That searing sensation made her shake in his grip as he pummeled the sweet spot nestled deep inside of her. She desperately needed something to cling to as she neared the edge. She wasn't sure her legs would hold. Her hand flew back in search of his shoulder, but she barely had a sense of direction at that point.

"Michael," she keened once more as she clutched at the blue cloth of his coveralls tightly.

Without warning, he ceased his movements and removed himself from her, causing her to whine from the sudden empty feeling he'd so cruelly left her with. He flipped her around and swiftly hoisted her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. He lowered her back onto him and once he was certain she wouldn't fall, he let his hands find the back of her head so he could force her lips to his again. His fingers tangled in her hair as he attempted to keep her lips on his, but at the pace he was going, it was anything but neat. Still, she returned his sloppy kisses with the utmost enthusiasm as she felt herself approaching her climax. She reached behind her head and guided his hand in between their bodies to a spot he hadn't yet discovered. She placed his calloused fingers over her clit and guided them in little circles. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of it, but still, he followed her lead. With each circle their fingers drew together he could feel her body tightening around him more so than he thought possible. Before long, she broke their kiss and he watched her head fall back, mouth agape as her body fluttered around him. Somewhere between the way she looked, the sound of his name falling from her lips like a prayer and the trembling of her body around his, Michael came completely and utterly undone. His head fell into the crevice between her shoulder and neck as his body all but collapsed into her. It was a concerted effort to maintain his hold on her, but he did and he made sure his grip was tight around her thighs.

"(Y/n)," she heard him breath into her ear before he spilled into her.

She didn't even stop to think about the fact that she hadn't once told him her name, all she could focus on was the way his breath felt on her skin, the burn of fresh bruises on her thighs and how wonderful it felt to have been undeniably marked by him. Michael would never admit it out loud, but in a way, she had claimed him for her own as well. Though his movements had ceased, he didn't want to leave her warmth. He breathed in her scent and pressed his lips to her shoulder as she draped her arms around his neck. There was no doubt she was in shambles, just as he had intended, but he feared he was in a far worse state than he had been in before. When he lifted his head up to look at her once more, that only worsened it. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled and her eyes were glassy as she smiled lazily at him. He felt his chest tighten in a strange way as she leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, gentle as rain. Obsessed was now an understatement.

[lotusarchon]

I had to make a whole google doc to sort my thoughts on this, that's how mad I am tbh. My friends have made explanations which you can find here, and here. And while I told myself that after that post I was done, seeing my friend receive a comment like this was the final pushing point I needed.

I'm both going to ramble about Nezha here again, and I'm going to try and explain this in a way that'll get people to understand, as someone who once followed an Eastern religion too + I'm going to be stating my basic thoughts here so maybe some things won't make sense.

Mild info about me: I'm from Trinidad. My family is described with East Indian descent but clearly, I'm not from India itself. My knowledge of Hinduism is rather basic because I quit religion thanks to traumatic experiences related to it, however not lacking fully. From my father's side, specifically his mother, they practice Hinduism and can even be considered devout Hindus (if I'm to believe all the statues and pictures of about almost every single Hindu god). Though my knowledge is basic, understand that I'm not Hindu nor Indian, so of course these are my opinions and my experiences with Hinduism, and I do not advise you taking my word fully to heart. I'm only trying to explain something to the LMK fandom in the best way I know how too, by referencing another Eastern religion that isn't half as popular as Daoism/Buddhism.

There's only one show I know where Hinduism is portrayed, and it's an anime/manga series called Record Of Ragnarok (Shuumatsu No Valkyrie), and from what I know it's not well liked by others (and even banned I think?) because of the fact Shiva is weaker than Zeus and the supposed sexualization of Parvati, Kali and Durga? It's been a while so I could be wrong on this though.

Why am I bringing this topic up to a rant about a lego character though?

#1) Fiction vs Religion and Reality

While one half expresses discontent and discomfort, I've seen others who clearly don't mind because Shiva is still badass and cool. I myself had some qualms about his appearance in the beginning because while I did quit religion, this was a god I used to worship, and seeing him in an anime/manga and be sexualized and simped for was…uncanny, to say the least. Overtime I grew numb to it though because it was genuinely funny and even I, an ex Hindu, found him attractive, and had not much hesitation writing smut about him in past fics. 

Similarly, I can imagine this is how Daoists and Chinese had originally felt about Nezha in Lego Monkie Kid [Only referencing LMK with Chinese deities. I'm aware there could be other media where they're in.] A bit weird at first but then overall got used to it because there's genuinely no harm done, as it's not meant to be an educational retelling of a god, but a fictional portrayal of him.

Returning to the point I mentioned with Shiva. When I first came across this series in 2021 (?), I did not feel too happy and comfortable with the image of a deity I've grown up worshipping as a child. I quit religion when I turned 13, so it's been nearly five years since I've had nothing to do with the main religion of my household; Hinduism. Still, I practically grew up worshipping this god I was taught to fear, and seeing a potrayal of him (which honestly in my opinion) didn't seem like a good thing at the time. 

Why did I eventually stop being bothered? Because this wasn't supposed to be retelling of Shiva. This was just a character with similarities to the god I worshipped, but wasn't the god. The series I watched wasn't even intending to teach audiences about any of the religions and real life figures they portrayed, they simply used them as inspiration to tell a story. They weren't accurate representations, but that was the point. It's a story about gods vs humans from history; of course it wasn't going to be accurate nor stay true to the figure they took inspiration from.

You can imagine then for a cartoon series meant to sell Legos. Lego Monkie Kid contains several characters that are known in Chinese myths and legends/religions. Of the most popular mentioned, there is Sun Wukong, one of the main characters in the series, Tang Sanzang otherwise known as Tripitaka and the Great Monk, Lady Guanyin mentioned in season 1, the one the fandom argues about, Nezha, the Jade Emperor in season 4, and most recently, Nuwa, and Heavenly Pagoda King, Li Jing. There may be others but these are the ones that are most known within the fandom. 

Mind you some of these figures are still very much worshipped now, but, point remains: the series was never intended to be a retelling of these characters stories, nor were they intended to be educational for audiences. They took inspiration directly, gave their own twists, and hence you have the story of LMK, meant to originally promote Legos and then eventually gave way to the series that this fandom belongs too.

These characters are not their source material, nor the origins of which they came from as religious figures. Sun Wukong is a Buddha within JTTW’s ends and if I'm right is still worshipped as such sometimes (?). He didn't hide away into a mountain at the end of his journey. His companions didn't die, nor were they reincarnated, but instead also acquired titles and became Buddhas as well. (Or gods? I frankly don't remember). Tang Sanzang as we've in season 4 was not some sort of brave, astute man in the book but rather a crybaby coward. Need I even point out that Nezha wouldn't have a giant mech to fight people, nor would he have such close deposition with the Jade Emperor? Or the fact that the Jade Emperor would be bested by someone like Azure Lion?

Not even counting Journey To The West and the Fengshen Yanyi, the real Tang Sanzang that Wu Cheng’en took inspiration of most certainly did not have a monkey, a pig, a water demon and a dragon turned horse with him on his journey. 

Why speak of all this?

To make my first point; religion and fiction are two very different things. Religion has existed for who knows how long, and fiction has recently decided to include fictional potrayals of these gods into stories and cartoons. From a writer's perspective, it's really interesting taking something that is a part of religion and writing it into your own works, with your own take on it.

And of course, brings me to the topic of Nezha.

Lego Monkie Kid Nezha is, according to an official writer within the show's team, an adult. Although many fans have their objections about this, supposedly because Nezha in other sources is a child god, and think that the writer only abruptly pointed out Nezha's an adult to save her own skin.

Taking all my points in consideration; let me humour the Nezha is a child god idea. What, exactly, does this have to do with Nezha in Monkie Kid? 

If Nezha, the god within Daoism and Buddhism, is supposedly a child deity, what law says that any other potryal of Nezha has to abide by this? 

By this logic. Shiva in the anime I mentioned above shouldn't be weaker than Zeus. He also shouldn't even be agreeing to fight mortals, as he's a deity far above such petty behavior. Zeus shouldn't be portrayed in books like PJO as a lecherous cheater, because in reality, Ancient Greece consisted of multiple kingdoms and thereby different interpretations of Zeus were merged together which is what consists of the myths we know of him today which is highly disrespectful, and Sun Wukong shouldn't be a mentor to MK, because he's supposed to be a Buddhist, and thereby wouldn't be entertaining fighting nuances.

Fiction doesn't not adhere to reality. The fact I need to say this astounds me because should this not be obvious? Lego Monkie Kid is a cartoon set in some sci-fi futuristic world with lego people walking around, where gods somehow need mechs to go around fighting, and there are animal-like demons/yaoguai walking around here and there. There is literally an arcade in the show with zero gravity. Do you possibly believe for a miniscule second that anything that goes down in a fictional setting will adhere to our reality??

And, even then, humouring the Nezha being a child deity concept > what law says that he has to be portrayed as a child in other pieces of fiction?? Especially when the fictional setting is not meant to be a retelling or for educational purposes, but rather to carry a plot. 

There is nothing, no law, no rules that insists that a religious figure must be portrayed as they are in a legend/myth for a fictional world.

Lego Monkie Kid Nezha is not the deity Nezha. He is a completely different character, which many of you should have realized from the exact moment he was brought into the show. They are not the same person. Never was. 

“Oh, it's disrespectful―” From a writer's perspective, I personally don't think so. If I wanted to make a story that involved a god, I wouldn't keep everything that makes that god who they are. There are some key points I would keep to make the story, but I would ultimately create an OC that shares some attributes to this religious figure, but it wouldn't be him. The show Record of Ragnarok does a good job with this in my opinion, because while many characters share some attributes to the real figures they're inspired by, the writers changed several things to create a proper story, and thereby making these characters OCs and not the actual gods themselves, and of course that logic applies to Lego Monkie Kid.

In the instance, again, Nezha the god from Daoism, is in fact a child deity, Nezha in LMK isn't. Nezha in LMK is someone who's entirely different from the god himself. 

So, the logic this fandom uses confuses me a lot. Do you not understand how to seperate fiction from religion?? Do many of you not understand media literacy, and what a writing process is like?

Sigh. Moving to another point―

#2) Character Designs

Sometimes, when it comes to character designs, anyone could just throw them into anything and think, “Yeah that's good.” Not much thought is given to a character's appearances depending, which I don't really blame as someone who's 1) done literature as a hobby and has seen my fair share of character designs, 2) creates characters myself. It's too hard thinking of a character's appearance, and even then when making them there normally wouldn't be any significance.

Nezha's design in LMK seems to be a huge source of debate when arguing about his age. It was actually brought up in my previous post, specifically that his hairstyle was often used by children at the time. 

I have a bone to pick with this point.

This is Nezha from Lego Monkie Kid:

However, this is Mei from the same show:

Before anyone starts, allow me to point out as a history geek that likes religion and pointless facts over politics: I am aware that there are different hairstyles to show certain things, including one's age and status and sometimes even personality. Do not bring up any points about the differences in these characters hairstyles with an excuse, “Oh, but you should know―”, because I know how hairstyles could be treated within history. 

However. Look at Nezha's hairstyle, and then Mei's. I've never seen the LMK fandom complain about Mei's age, because it was generally believed that MK and Mei are both at least 18 if not older, as the legal age for a driver's license in China is 18. 

Both Nezha and Mei are wearing a ‘bun’ type hairstyle. Mei's is arguably more of twin ponytails (?), but I'm not a hairstylist, so I don't know what they're called. To me they look similar, that's all I'm trying to say. And even if they weren't though―through a modern lense, a hairstyle isn't reserved for just any specific age. Anyone can wear a hairstyle they want. Keep in mind that the creators of LMK are also Western(?), and they chose a hairstyle for these two characters based on personality and appearances. 

A hairstyle is not reserved for any age. Grown women including my aunts have worn hairstyles similar to these just for fun.

That's point one.

Point two; Nezha is a very popular deity, much like Sun Wukong. In terms of recognition, Sun Wukong is very easy to recognize because of his staff and his overall cocky personality. 

Nezha however is an entirely different case. Most media potrayals of him always has the two-bun hairstyle of him, which is what makes Nezha recognizable. If you remove that specific hairstyle of his, you won't recognize him. It's iconic, and pointed out in this scene (The Legend of Hei) where Nezha makes an appearance as well.

[Characters sitting together. White haired boy (Hei + MC) looks at the older, dark haired boy (Nezha). Nezha looks back.]

Nezha: What? You want an autograph?

Hei: You're a boy?

Nezha: Yeah?

Hei: Your hairstyle is cute.

[Nezha looks in front with an annoyed expression.]

Nezha: If it weren't for the recognizability, I'd have changed it long ago.

Hei: Recognizability?

[Nezha removes the buns(? some form of them?) from his head. Three older figures glance at him.]

???: Who are you?

[Scene returns]

Nezha: See?

Aka, point being made: those buns are what makes Nezha recognizable. If he doesn't have that hairstyle, unless it's specifically pointed out, I'm certain majority would not recognize him. 

Some hairstyles are meant to be done for some form of meaning. But sometimes, as is the case with designs, they're just there just because no one wanted to make the characters bald. Using the excuse about Nezha's hairstyle to justify his age as a child is by far the lamest and dumbest excuse I've ever heard of, because the creators did not give him that hairstyle for the sake of some meaning anymore than MK was given his current hairstyle either. It's his logo at this point, ignoring his color scheme aside.

Even then, if the creators of Lego Monkie Kid intended for Nezha to be a child within the show, he would not appear as he is. Lego Monkie Kid has made children models, which we can see here (used from s3 and up in case someone tries to excuse the differences in seasons): 

And of course, Nezha's model;

Despite the perspective and low quality though, he's at least the same height as Red Son here:

If Lego Monkie Kid truly intended for Nezha to be a child, his appearance and model would be similar to the children's in the show. Perspective is difficult to find but you can clearly see he's about the same height as the other adult characters if not taller, and is not small like the child figures we see.

Pink isn't a children's color, and nothing about Nezha's clothing indicates a child. He very much looks like an adult and doesn't exhibit childish behavior as we see Red Son, Mei and MK do.

I've seen fans use his voice to point out he's an adult, but I'm not sure that's a valid point. I say this as someone who has a 13 year old brother and was recently a minor myself. 

Allow me to clarify: a voice isn't a clear proof of age. My father is a 45 year old man but sounds very much like a woman/teenage girl. My brother is 13 and sounds more of an adult than his father. My classmate in highschool was one year older than me and his voice was very high-pitched. 

The voice actors in LMK are directed to speak a certain way for a reason…in English. I'm not sure about Mandarin. In my opinion, Wukong's voice sounds like Son Goku's because it's a reference to the fact Wukong is what inspired Goku. Nezha's probably sounds deep and brooding not because he's a child but because it almost represents his own personality, and probably is a reference from another shonen protagonist Ichigo Kurosaki. MK's voice in the beginning sounds really childish to me but slowly as the events of s3, 4 and 5 happen it gets more deeper almost as a reference to show how his ‘innocence’ is slowly fading. 

Or, I might be looking to into it. Regardless, tdlr, don't use Nezha's voice in your argument. I've seen grown ass men have high pitched voices. 

Returning to my original point however; if you have an ounce of media literacy and understanding, you should be aware that some character designs are chosen for a reason. Nezha's icon is those two bun hairstyle, and the writers purposely chose it so old fans/readers of JTTW and FSYY and maybe other Chinese/Daoists would be able to recognize him and go, “Hey, that's Nezha from―”

Before I got into LMK, I read JTTW and also saw The Legend of Hei and the Nezha 2019 movie, so I knew him because of the hairstyle. And my first instinct of course was to point out, “That's the dude from TLOH!!” when I saw him. So, the hairstyle was chosen for the recognizability, and I highly doubt as a sign of age.

Even then, LMK Nezha aside, moving on to a different point.

#3) Sources Of Inspiration

The 21st century isn't really the first era where people are taking inspiration from other cultures. As a matter of fact, it's been happening for decades, and it's very prominent in religion, which someone of you would know if you both a) actually did proper research, b) gave a shit about what you're researching and c) studied history.

Hilariously, I have done all three of the above. 

I'm going to use a popular example here with Sun Wukong and Hanuman. Hinduism is supposedly largely considered one of the oldest religions in the world. If you truly think about it, certain Daoist deities are loosely inspired or are versions of Hindu gods, which I'm going to use here with a popular example (and provide a link too).

― Sun Wukong and Hanuman. The earliest Vedic records mention one of the supposed known monkey gods, and their similarities make scholars suggest Hanuman inspired Sun Wukong. Specifically his figure in JTTW, where it's speculated that the author must've had a copy of Vedic (?) hymns. While Sun Wukong does predate JTTW, Hanuman definitely has had some influence on him.

Much, much similarly, the deity known as Nezha, is also loosely inspired/based off the figure known as Nalakuvara, who appears in Hindu and Buddhist mythology, and often appears as a sexual trickster figure in Hindu and Buddhist literature.

Historically speaking, when it comes to religion and myths, something many people fail to understand is that before there was the idea of writing to tell a story, there was the process known as sharing from mouth to ear. Not in a literal sense, but rather that people often preferred to tell stories via word of mouth back then, and as things always go in history, there will be changes. The proof is literally right there. Nezha was originally known as Nalakuvara, yet when transmitted through Buddhist texts, he became known as Nazha, then Nezha. And as such, the Lotus Prince and Chinese god known as Nezha was created. A combination of Nalakuvara and the child god Krishna.

A lot of people will want to jump on that specific point that mentions Krishna being a child god, so allow me to immediately put you down right there.

Ex Hindu here; I did not even know there was a portrayal of Krishna as a child. Up until I stopped practicing Hinduism, I used to worship Krishna as an adult figure. In the paintings and statues my aunts had for Diwali as a child, he was always showcased as an adult.

Ironically, doesn't this apply for the actual god Nezha too? 

When it comes to religion and myths, many of you forget something very important; there is no such thing as a canon iteration. These aren't shows, these are stories from the past told through different people, and passed through many hands. There is no such thing as a canon version because almost everyone had their own version of a myth or story. Terms you may typically apply to fandoms don't apply to fucking religions and myths, and some of you are so chronically online that you forget it.

#4) The LMK Fandom's Chronically Online Attitude

I'm an ex Hindu who still faintly remembers some bits and pieces from my childhood while practicing this religion, especially during the Diwali period, where little me managed to get new information from library books about the gods my family worshipped. I personally didn't like sitting during the priest's (forgot what he was called) chanting though but the funny white thingy we used to have to wear was fun. 

There are some Hindu gods I'm familiar with, like Lakshmi, Kali, Durga and the other versions of her (I still can't recover from the one statue with her in a fish..) Parvati, Shiva, Vishnu, Hanuman (yaah), Rama and Sita, Ganesh (also yah) and of course, Krishna.  I also have watched my fair share of childhood movies and cartoons where the gods were mentioned or present―Karan & Arjun specifically struck the fear in me with Kali 😭😭 holy fuck that movie scared me with the creepy edits jeez T-T. There was also that one cartoon about Rama and Sita”s story specifically Hanuman, and this Indian TV series where this little girl was a loyal devotee to Ganesha (I had no idea rats were one of his uh signature animals holy shit).

I'm rambling here a bit because the childhood memories were fun, but the point I'm going for is though….

I am familiar with these gods I grew up with. And I know about them, maybe not enough but certainly enough to know how to properly respect them from back then. 

And, using Krishna as a prime example; if someone came up to me, or I came across anyone, who argues that the god I know is an immortal child, even though I have worshipped and adult version of him, I'd be so fucking pissed. Krishna is seen as an adult, I worshipped him as an adult, but there are cases where he's a child god, and that's fine! But to have someone tell you that you're wrong about the god you know about because they got some basic information off the internet, undoubtedly, I'm going to be pissed. Especially when it's from a Western fan who has no fucking brain.

So, of course, imagine how devotees of Nezha and Chinese people must be feeling every single time this fandom fucks about with Nezha's age. I saw it myself; people told my friend that a) she was lying and b) her statement is irrelevant just because “I did my proper research, and even if you're Chinese you can still be a proshipper, Nezha's a child deity.”

It's genuinely so fucked up to me how the LMK fandom act towards Nezha's age. You guys will ignore the people who are willing to provide accurate information for the sake of being in the right and accusing people for being a proshipper over a deity they have more experience with than you, a Western fan who has no knowledge of Eastern religion.

It's insane. There are actual Daoist and Chinese who are pointing out the fact Nezha isn't an immortal fucking child. 

You're not only disrespectful, you insane, childish and most importantly chronically online. Nezha the god isn't a fictional character, there's nothing ‘canon’ about him. He's a god who's lived for decades longer than you, and his existence predates yours. People have long sinced worshipped Nezha, and the fact that you can so boldly tell someone they're wrong about the god they've worshipped is so disrespectful.

Do you not realize, as Nezha is worshipped as a child, he's worshipped as an adult? Do you not take into account how absolutely disgusting and horrible you are telling Daoists and Chinese who have stated time and time again the information of Nezha being an immortal child is factually incorrect that they're wrong and know nothing??

I'm repeating my statement; I'm an ex Hindu, but if anyone told me that Krishna's an immortal child too and then point out I'm wrong and my point doesn't matter, I would be seething. And I don't blame my friend who's losing their temper about Nezha's age. 

What amazes me though, somehow, is the fact that. If anyone who was Chinese + Daoist agreed with your claims, as Cole from Twitter once did, none of you would've spoken that way to my friend. But of course, once she points out she's Chinese/ex Daoist and disagrees with you, majority of the opinions switched because, she wasn't agreeing with your headcanon, right? So even though she's Chinese, she's bad because she disagreed with you.

You're all disgusting and fucking weird.

And the fact y'all in this fandom will habitually prove yourselves as hypocrites by attacking people, and then ignoring the ones who are capable of proving you're wrong to cling to a false idea is insane. You guys need some actual help, holy fucking shit. 

Nezha isn't an immortal child. That's a god. If he was intended to be a child in LMK, there would've been statements about it. 

Seperate fiction from religion, and seperate your headcanon from canon and the actual god. If you think this biased headcanon is okay and attacking people that point you out for being wrong is somehow okay, I sincerely ask that you take a break from the internet, and read a book.

No, don't just read a book. Read a history book. Pick up some knowledge, understand how religion and history works. 

Furthermore. The research some of you guys are doing is actually shit, by the way. You guys aren't researching properly if you can pull up with Nezha is 12, thing. If you actually cared about his age, you'd put more effort and actually stop being disrespectful to the people who are giving you the proper information. You only research surface level so you can attack people.

And additionally, stop playing the Devil's advocate. Most of you are just Western fans who think you know everything from reading one book or watching one show. You read JTTW or watch OSP’s videos and suddenly, you know more than an actual Chinese person or Daoist. You look up Wikipedia and think, “Oh yeah, I'll go with this!” And that's it. Most of you at best can provide only three websites at most, and I can bet my ass that these websites with information about Nezha's age was written by a fan who got their information from a shit source.

I love History, and most specifically, I love religion. Not so much the divine aspects as it is about the myths that surround it. Whenever I get into a fandom, I need to find out more about their religion and history. Getting into JTTW, and eventually, LMK, pushed me into a rabbit hole of Chinese myths that I really enjoy learning. But dealing with idiots who think they know more?? It's sickening as shit.

I'd like to think I'm good at literature things because once it's a religion or myth I want to learn everything about it. But I know I don't know everything, and I know especially I have more to learn. I'd never tell someone who is a part or worships the religion/culture I'm learning that they're factually incorrect about it just because I have an opinion and I learnt my info from a random source.

You guys in the LMK fandom are incredibly entitled. The Nezha is 12 controversy is a headcanon, which became worst by that asshat Cole on Twitter. And because so many of you don't want to learn the truth, whenever someone tries to point out and help you, you ignore them or attack them, and deny their heritage.

And honestly?? You guys suck. 

And this is coming from me!! Some of y'all are grown ass adults too!! And yet I'm childish and immature!?!

Brother I literally turned 18 a few months ago, yet I'm 100% certain I'm not throwing a blasted hissy fit over a fucking god the way some of you all who are most definitely adults are doing.

And finally, the one thing that actually does make me laugh is because I'm pretty sure most of you didn't do History classes. One of the most important things my history teacher taught me is; don't use Wikipedia as a source of viable information. Thousands of people are capable of accessing Wikipedia and changing information as they want, and so it's much better to find book solid resources from libraries. I did in fact use Wikipedia too (hypocritical of me yeah) so of course I wouldn't advise using the screenshots I provided from Wikipedia as evidence to the argument, because anything on Wikipedia can be changed. If I'm feeling extra petty I could change something myself to be in the right.

Furthermore, if you dare to bring up only JTTW and FSSY as a plausible argument about Nezha's age, I'm genuinely going to throw hands and fuck your mother. I think my friend also mentioned it in their posts but I'll mention it here too; JTTW does NOT state Nezha's age. I've read JTTW, and aside from Wukong vs Nezha there's nothing else that states Nezha's age. For all we're aware of, Wukong called Nezha a kid just out of spite, and I do it too when I'm arguing with someone. FSSY is the Investiture of the Gods and the ORIGINS!! Do you THINK a book about the ORIGINS of the gods would focus on other aspects about them!!? No!!

I expect some of the arguments I might get are;

"Oh, Nezha [appearances] could be wearing a glamor!" That is a headcanon, as we see nothing in LMK to refute that. Macaque's scar is canon because it's shown within the show. Nezha's appearance has NOT fluctuated since he was introduced. The idea of him using a glamor or illusion is a HEADCANON unless proven by the show. And headcanons are NOT vital.

"But you use Wikipedia too :(" Which I pointed out and made aware of, which is I also doubt that source myself. If any of you did History, your teachers are supposed to INFORM you that using a website is NOT a good idea for backing up information, and it's much better to use books or other trusted sources. In the case of Nezha, I'm trusting actual Daoists/Chinese who knows more about him than I do. It's because I did PROPER research that I even came across a good source of information, aka @ruibaozha, who I'm sure can share more light on this than me! The fact that some of you guys won't even acknowledge them is almost proof that...you're clinging to a headcanon. Jackass.

"But Nezha in JTTW/FSSY are 7/12 and that's where LMK takes it's inspiration from so obviously―" We've seen for a fact LMK does NOT follow JTTW to the letter. Jade Emperor beating Wukong?? Lady Bone Demon being a powerful foe and being trapped in a bunker? Azure even being able to kill the Emperor? Majority of the LMK fandom likes to point out that LMK Macaque and JTTW Macaque are two different people, especially when you claim that Macaque is a bad character because he cannibalized the monkeys. So then, with this logic, JTTW Nezha, FSSY Nezha, and LMK Nezha are also three seperate figures. I swear someone made a post about the differences JTTW and FSSY Nezha have too, but I can't find it so meh. The point still remains though. LMK Nezha are two different people, you're not making any sense to me about that argument. Even then, LMK isn't taking direct inspiration and putting their own twist. Who says anything needs to be accurate??

"The writer only said Nezha's an adult to ship lotuspeach!" Are you faintly aware people, actual Chinese people, have shipped these characters together? Proshippers can come from anywhere but I genuinely doubt every single person is a proshipper because of course, they're aware their god isn't an eternal child. On top of that, in a situation like this another writer would point out that Nezha ISN'T an adult. No one has argued against this claim, so why persist? Where's your logic coming from if not entitlement?

I want this to be the last time I have to talk about Nezha, because I made my blog to write porn and me smooching my favorite LMK characters. I kinda don't really like making discussions like this because that's not the point of my blog.

However...I do like rambling. A lot :)))

Anyways, point blank. LMK fandom needs to grow out of this entitled mindset and stop ignoring the facts from experts. You guys are just being annoying at this point.

My argument isn't really valid tbh, just pointless rambling because I only know basic information. I think you guys should find proper information from accounts online.

Also, if you're gonna argue: don't bring be albeist, racist etc etc. I'm capable of cussing you out without bringing up your mental health, race or identity :)))

[soapssuds]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 22 | a prelude

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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“Isn’t this nice?”

Y/n shivered in fear as she backed up against the wall. Her eyes solely on Gojo. He was smiling at her. Though, the smile was unnatural. It was condescending and cruel. It wasn’t the sweet and teasing smile that she was accustomed to.

“Stop it Satoru, you’re scaring me.”

Her voice wobbled as she shrunk to the floor as Gojo got to close to her and crouched down to her level.

“Scaring you? You have nothing to be scared of, sweetheart.”

He reached a hand out, his hand coming into soft contact with her cheek, “though, if you’re scared of me, maybe we need to start over again.”

“Please, not again, I don’t want to start over. I don’t want to live another life.”

“Then… do you love me?”

Her eyes snapped open the moment the question was asked. Her breathing was heavy and she had broken out into a cold sweat. Sitting up in her bed, she winced when she felt a headache coming on. Pressing a hand to her head, she could feel how hot it was.

“Am I getting sick?... just my luck, a weird nightmare and getting sick.”

She huffed as she got out of bed, her mind still on the dream she had. All the dreams she has had of Gojo were always sweet and meaningful, but this one… it wasn’t of past life, but of her current one.

“Am I nervous about dating him maybe?”

She shook her head at the thought and headed into her bathroom to look for her thermometer, and once taking her temperature and seeing how high it was, she sighed.

“Guess I’m not going into work today and Satoru left for a mission…, I guess that means the kids will be on their own today.”

She wasn’t worried though.

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[beaniemoon]

Uppermoon Headcannons - Their Weak Points to Their Darling

This is my first actual post that I personally wrote so... Pls don't judge

Warnings: 18+ Content (mentioned), Swearing

Muzan

I'm sorry but I cannot say he isn't hot

So this guy is very possessive and I swear do not mess with him unless you want to lose the ability to walk for weeks to come

BUT even the mighty Muzan Kibutsuji has his weak spots

For instance, when you play with his hair after an absolutely fucked-up week I tell you he will enjoy it

Or when you just... do as he says without complaining and all that shit and he will slightly appreciate it

He would be softer to you than to others but don't get your hopes up... He shall punish you very badly if you misbehave (which is what you do all the time lol)

Since you're his precious doll he will not kill you (fortunately) and will leave bites and hickeys all over you

I swear don't reject them, you'll regret it

For all those Muzan lovers out there I have one thing to tell you: If you behave you shall be blessed with the ability to stay alive in his presence

I swear to God this man is easy to enrage

So be careful, kay?

Kokushibo

My fav Boyyyy

First things first: he is an elegant gentleman that will not hurt his darling without reason (like Muzan)

So you can be more playful with him :)

He makes the best food ever and please reassure him that you love him because my guy is insecure

He will melt even if you give him the smallest of things, such as holding his hand, hugging his waist (I'm sorry but he is TALL), and small kisses on his face

He can get possessive, but only when he feels that being so is necessary to get you to stap with your bullshit

Overall he is a nice guy once you get to know him and I am not lying when I say he is a good cushion to snuggle in

PS he will punish you for your stupidities but will take good care of you afterwards

(Because he doesn't want to lose you, obviously)

@koku-shibou

Douma

Y'all know who this is?

This is the most sadistic person you shall ever encounter in your life

Change my mind

Anyways his soft spots would probably be your aggressiveness, because so far everyone worships him and he doesn't get that often from a human

He finds it cute, how you’re trying so hard to reject him but epically failing

Will tease you till you lose your mind

Will punish you if for no reason because he is a bitch

Sugar Daddy

For all the girls out there that simp him, y’all better be sex-resistant

Cause otherwise you will never be able to leave the bed ever again

Akaza

Lol he looks like he’s proposing

If you’re a girl, prepare for his protectiveness to go from zero to a million

If you’re a guy, prepare for a nice but aggressive guy

Imma go with the female half first because I’m a girl

So basically he will give you literally everything you want without spoiling you one bit

Bento? Ya got bento

Rice balls? You don’t need to ask twice

He is probably the safest boyfriend for girls because you’ll never have to fear him

For guys? Not so safe anymore are we

All I have to say to the male Akaza lovers is that you have to be strong

Cause otherwise you’re gonna get hacked to bits

Hantengu

This guy, your boyfriend?

I honestly do not see this as okay, since he’ll be scared even if you’re within two meters from him

But I guess he can use some love…

Weak spots for you? Everything

I seriously don’t have much to say to this…

Sekido

Possessive man

He’s very hot though

He’ll calm down if you behave and do as he says

Don’t be an idiot unless you wanna get zapped

He has a chill side, don’t worry

As long as you’re alone, he’ll be nice

Just make sure the others aren’t going to barge in on one of your kissing sessions, it really pisses him off

Karaku

He is pleasure itself

He doesn’t have weak points to you cause… you know

Maybe he’ll be chill and less cheery with you sometimes

I do not think that he has weak points

I mean, do we need him to have some? I don’t think so…

Urogi

Literally same as Karaku

Doesn’t need weak points to be better

He already heaven

Just watch out for his claws

Aizetsu

Cute boy will be happy with you

His weak points? You

His soft spot? You

His body pillow? You

He is the babysitter supreme

If you want him to stay good though, you gotta reassure him that you’ll always love him

Because like Kokushibo he is insecure

So be nice, Kay?

Zohakuten

My fav clone!!

As we all know, he is possessive and aggressive like he always was

Dirty mouth

But with you? Perhaps a bit softer

He will stroke your hair with you straddled in his lap

His look would soften if you look at him with your cute, curious eyes

Smile at him, he’ll feel less hatred

If someone interrupts you, they dead by next morning

Overall he’s gonna take care of you slightly roughly, but he’s nice

Gyokko

I don’t like him

Narcissist

So I’m gonna leave him

Gyutaro

He would be much softer with you than with anyone else in this wretched world

Except for Daki

His weak spot? Your kindness

You’re so sweet and kind to him every time you smile at him his brain just goes *malfunction*

If you sing “Scars to Your Beautiful” to him he will cry

Happily, of course

He loves you and will always hold on to you no matter what

You are his ray of sunshine, no way he’s letting you go

Will turn you into a demon because he wants you by his side forever

You’re not seeing any other man

Ever again

Daki

No

Just No

Like HAIL NAH

In short, her weak spots count: zero

Kaigaku

I think he will sing that song Bowser sang

He is sweet

Yes he is do not reject

So y’all know how he’s an asshole to literally everyone? He won’t be to you

He likes going to peach trees with you and just sitting there and eating peaches is very precious to him

Likes it when you sing

Will not let you out of his sight

He is possessive because he is an asshole

But the good way

Get him some peaches and he’ll be happy

You can mess with him all you want, the most he’s gonna do is fuck you nicely

Hehe

I fell off the topic so bad I now hate myself…

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 32

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had woken up early the next morning and sat against the headboard watching Y/n sleep. She had already cleaned the smudged paint from her face so she wouldn't stain the pillow but he hadn't bothered. When she woke up and caught him staring she smiled at him.

She got out of bed, completely naked and walked into his bathroom before returning with a wash cloth and what looked like some sort of makeup remover. She started cleaning his face carefully and noticed what he was holding in his hand.

"You miss him." She looked at a picture of him and Pelle that she hadn't seen before that he must have kept in his nightstand. The way she said it was more of a fact and not a question.

"I miss how things used to be...before it all went to shit." He said simply.

"Everything isn't shit Oystein." Y/n sighed softly.

"I just feel like I'm losing control of all the things in my life." He confessed and she leaned forward kissing his forehead.

"I think we're doing pretty well. That's a plus." She reminded.

"You're the only thing that's going right and that scares the shit out of me. I'm just waiting for you to realize you're saddling yourself with a fucking failure." Oystein tossed the picture on the nightstand and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey I'm not going anywhere okay? You've got to stop thinking I am just because everything else is kind of shit right now. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you." She reassures him tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He looked at her a bit concerned.

"Y/n I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a fucking trainwreck. My band is on hiatus, Varg wants me dead and I've got a meeting with the landlord about Helvete which probably means I'm going to lose it. It's fucking hopeless." Oystein complain and Y/n could see he was really going through it. She got up once again and grabbed her bag from the couch before plopping down in front of him once again, rummaging through her stuff.

"What are you looking for?" He asked confused but she pulled out what he thought was a makeup compact. Inside was a folded up piece of paper.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked him with a smile. He nodded. She opened it up and he saw the scribble of the Mayhem symbol on the back of it.

"Is that-"

"The comment you left in the suggestion box? Yes." She smirked proudly.

"You carry it around?" He asked surprised.

"Of course I do. It's the only one I've ever gotten and its from you." She laughed.

"It's also the moment I knew I was falling for you." She blushed making him smile.

"Yeah? I don't even remember what I put on it if we're being honest." He admitted. She turned it around and handed it to him.

"Food is great, service is the amazing. Y/n, every thing you touch turns to fucking gold. All I want in the world is to be touched by you." She had memorized it and Oystein covered his face.

"Fuck that's cringey as shit." He was embarassed but she pulled his hands away from his face.

"Yeah it absolutely was but it was a very sweet thing to put in a comment box where anyone could have seen it. You let yourself be cringey and vulnerable just to tell me that I was special." She kissed his hands and he let out a sigh.

"Everything I touch is gold right?" She gripped the side of his face and kissed him softly. She could feel the tension in his body release as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his lap. He leaned his forehead against her head and she could feel him shaking slightly.

"So much has happened since Pelle killed himself...with burning down the churches, Varg talking to the media...Faust...he killed a guy in a park." He felt Y/n tense. He looked up into her eyes and saw shock and fear.

"No matter what I do, I'm trapped in all of this mess. I might not have created it all by myself but the last thing I want is for it to bleed out on you. They could come for me one day, Varg or the police, I can't let you get hurt in this." Oystein pressed. Y/n stroked his face carefully.

"Listen to me okay? I know you're scared. I'm scared too but the only thing I know is that when I'm with you, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do. You give me the courage to try new things and be exactly who I want to be. You make me unafraid because I know I'll have you even if this all goes to hell." Y/n lifts his chin up and he nods at her.

"That has nothing to do with me. You were tough when we met." He gave her a soft smile and she placed her hand on his heart.

"Well then trust me when I say I've got you baby." She presses.

"And if they come at us with pitchforks?" He joked but Y/n leaned over towards her bag again and pulled out a handful of things.

"Mace, knife, taser..." She showed him what she was carrying. His eyes went wide when she hit the button on the taser.

"Fuck, you just carry that shit around with you?" He asked surprised.

"I didn't used to. I started when Varg started threatening me." She explained seeing Oystein's eyes shift.

"We aren't going out without a fight baby." Oystein knew he was the one that should traditionally be the strength in a relationship but nothing about them was traditional. He liked that he could trust in Y/n's ability to take care of herself. He liked that she could say things to him and put his mind at ease despite the shit show he found himself in on the daily.

"Can I ask you something?" Oystein finally spoke after a few moments of silence between them .

"Anything." She responds.

"Would you consider moving in with me?" He was trying to be careful with his tone so she didn't feel pressured but she held a confused smile.

"What? Why do you want me to-" She couldn't even get it out.

"You make everything better. Waking up to you, eating dinner with you, fuck- hanging out on the couch is just...I want you here all the time. I want to leave the shop knowing I'm coming home to you." Oystein explained and she cupped his cheek.

"Yeah? You like coming home to me?" She smirked.

"I do. I like coming home and seeing you walking around in your panties and one of my shirts." He pushes Y/n onto her back and lays her down.

"I like wrapping my arms around you while you cook something and getting to run my hands down your thighs." She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips down her neck, over her tits all the way to her thighs.

"I like knowing that at any point, I can lay you on the bed and fuck you whenever I want to." He let his hand grip her throat and she bit her lip.

"This place isn't my home, you are." He leaned down and licked her bottom lip before kissing her roughly. She tried to catch her breath but his hand squeezed lightly before finally letting go and pulling back to look down at her.

"I would love to move in with you." She smiled up at him with red swollen lips that he was just practically chewing on.

"Yeah?" He asked surprised. She let out a laugh and put her hand on his as it rested on her breast.

"Yeah." She liked the idea that they could truly start something fresh with one another. Oystein had so much talent and always kept his mind open to new ideas. She wanted to start a new chapter with him.

[cherryyan49]

peace of mind

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

a/n: hi again!! no one told me that I would be wracking my brain to write for the past two weeks >:( I had so many drafts but I liked this one more <3 I'm still getting used to this, and I'd like to thank you for being patient with me :] anyway here's isaac being another simp but being in major denial

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2:27 am

The light green numbers blinked on the black console of Isaac's car. His brain was full, yet the girl he's been stuck on is sitting in the passenger side of his car. Isaac wanted to get out of the house, away from the sudden uproar of talking and screaming of his friends. He couldn't think straight, but it's not like he has been for the past few weeks anyway. Isaac’s been going back n forth between himself and his feelings with one of his best friends. It was nothing serious per say, rather him wanting to claw his brain out for even thinking of you longer than intended. He hated the way you made him smile, or the way you'd look at him, or the way your hands would accidentally glide over his ever so slightly—shit. He didn't hate it, he actually really, really liked it, but he'd never admit that.

Isaac had messaged [name] if she'd like to accompany him for a drive and possibly a gas station run to put his mind at ease; he just needed out. Which led him here, with you, in his car, still parked in your apartment parking garage.

"So, where are we going," she broke the thick silence within the car, looking at him excitedly.

Isaac broke a smile, "Not sure, but if you have an idea in mind that's open at this hour, feel free to tell me." 

"You're not kidnapping me are you?" you questioned as your face dropped serious, as a joke.

"Maybe–Anyway let's go baby," he replied very quickly as he reversed out of the garage. Isaac felt himself slip and call you certain names he swore he'd only call the guys. He feared that you'd be uncomfortable, or if he continued calling you that, he'd fall for you more than he's willing to let himself. But that wasn't always the case, [name] just giggled and rolled her eyes. She couldn't be bothered by the pet names as she found it normal, though they did cause her brain to be stuck on replay.

Faint music vibrated from his car speakers, as [name] was going on about her day to Isaac. Her words were soft spoken as they shared occasional glances and laughs. Isaac felt himself ease up with you here next to him, and it frightened him again. His thoughts ached with confusion, but when she was next to him, it all mushed and melted away. He hated it, he wanted to hate it so badly. But her voice just pulled him in, 

"We're going to the corner store right? I want a snack," she said while watching the lit up street lamps go by. 

"Nah, we're going back to my place," he teased at her, smiling proudly. 

"Okay bitch ass," she playfully replied, rolling her eyes at his statement.

Isaac chuckled, "Oh you love me darling", he teased once more.

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, "Shut up I do not." 

"Oh but you do," Isaac's brow raised as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. 

"So what if I do?" she replied sheepishly, as she looked at the familiar neon signs presented in front of her. 

Isaac's heart stopped, and he could have sworn [name] could hear his thoughts. She giggled, smirking as she got out of his car leaving Isaac to his thoughts. Was that a joke? Was she being serious? She loves me the same way as I love her right? As friends… right? His mind was loud. Too loud. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deeply before getting out of the car.

"Go grab what you want," Isaac told the girl, but was given a look in response, "– or I'll come with you." You smiled and started grabbing a few things with him.

➶ ｡˚ °

After settling back in the car, Isaac went to turn the music up, not noticing your hand was already on the dial. His hand grazed over yours, and his eyes grew wide. [Name] looked at him, concerned she had done something wrong, but instead pushed that feeling out when he held eye contact with her.

"Sorry, I didn't realize your hand was already there," he apologized, moving his hand away rather quickly.

She didn't say anything, but just continued to stare at him. She was trying so hard to read him, because she knew something was up. But he wasn't budging, at least she couldn't tell? Her eyebrows furrowed together briefly, but dissipated when she shook her head.

"No no it's okay, I thought you were about to stop me from trying to vibe," she finally said.

"I would never, just make sure the music is good," he scrunched his face in a teasingly manner.

"Mhm, mkay," you said as you playfully swayed your head to the music as Isaac began driving to who knows where.

Isaac softly smiled at you and your actions. He could get used to this as much as he denies it. There was just something about you that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Why were you, of all people, so intriguing when you're supposed to be one of his best friends? Sure you've bantered and messed around, but it wasn't like this. Normally when he likes a girl, he'd be straight up, overly confident and would do everything in his will power to win her over, but you? He'd rather be found dead than to admit he's infatuated with you. He doesn't like to face the fact that you have some lingering effect on him, like a drug that he never wants to run out of.

He drove around the city, listening to the soft hums from you. He enjoyed every single second of it, despite convincing himself he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to hate her no matter what he did. Isaac enjoyed the silence, but it felt suffocating, almost like he had to speak.

"Can you open my gummy worms, baby?" Isaac asked, glancing at you and the road briefly, not noticing his slip up.

"Yeah sure, am I supposed to feed you too?" she giggled, very much enjoying the names used by the latter.

Isaac rolled his eyes playfully, silently thanking you for not getting onto him over how odd he was acting. He gladly accepted the sour candies as you 'sneakily' ate some.

“Hey you fucker you have your own snacks,” he laughed while pulling into an empty parking lot.

[Name] giggled as she continued to banter with him. The two of you were through the roof with laughter as you sat comfortable in each other’s presence. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering glances Isaac drew towards you, making you smile to yourself. He would smile at every single thing you said, as if you were a Greek goddess whose life mission was to make guys swoon. And it worked,  fuck did it work.

Isaac’s head grew quiet, his thoughts from just a few hours ago, dissipating as he watched you ramble on about something. He finally felt peace of mind and he was okay with it. It wasn’t like he was confessing to you or anything. He just felt safe.

Isaac reached and brushed his fingers over [name's] hand subconsciously taking it into his as he continued to listen to her. He completely disregarded the actions from before over the console, and played with her fingers, brushing against the nail polish on her fingertips. The words 'darling' and 'baby' are still rolling off of his tongue, when replying to you. He could not stop himself, no matter how hard he tried, the names rolled off his tongue so naturally and so utterly fitting. Isaac wasn't aware that all it took was one long stare and conversation to make him realize, shit, maybe this isn't so bad.

[Name's] face was flushed again as she broke the invisible thin ice between the two,

"Bros in love with me," she started, "I'm not complaining at all, but I'm starting to think you're actually in love with me, you're just in denial."

Isaac was stunned. His breath hitched, and he thought he passed out briefly. The girl, who has been playing tug of war with his mind, proclaimed he was in love with her. Isaac sat there for a moment, basking in the fact that he's been…caught? [Name] squeezed his hands lightly and messed with the silver rings that laid on his fingers. Her heart raced as quickly as his, hoping she did not just ruin everything over a silly comment.

Isaac stared at her, wide eyed with his mouth agape. Words tried to slip out, but all that was coherent were, "What? Me?..... Me??" along with nervous giggling. The gears in his head turned as he shut his eyes to start over.

"I was–um, I was just kidding. We could move on if you'd like, it's not serious or anything," you spoke for him, stumbling over your words as you tried to prevent the situation from arising out of awkwardness. But Isaac just breathily laughed,

"Yeah, yeah sure, that's fine. Whatever makes you most comfortable."

"Oh don't be like that, Isaac," she flashed an apologetic smile.

Oh, but he will. Isaac didn't know whether to be relieved or upset at the fact that she dropped the question as if nothing happened. He knew that you probably just said that to put himself at ease but it was still bothersome.

Isaac rolled his eyes softly, trying to redirect the conversation to be more light hearted. He carefully dropped your hand from his, and rested his own on his thighs. His head was spiraling at this point, he felt stupid, so utterly ridiculous that he got caught up over something so small. You talked as if nothing happened, for his sake and your own as you looked around the car each time.

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The two of you were beginning to grow exhausted as the hours flew by, and Isaac immediately took notice of your yawns. Despite silently praying that his friends were done goofing around back at their place, he felt his phone buzz from tweet notifications. He glanced at them and groaned; it was getting late and he felt bad for keeping you out, but god did he not want to go home.

[Name] felt Isaac's eyes on her after she looked around their surroundings out the window. Her head crooked to the side, ever so slightly, and that sent Isaac through the windshield. There was no talking, no sudden actions, nothing, in between you. Music softly played, filling up the car, along with the faint buzz of the air vents and the soft breathes from the two of you. It was strangely intimate, yet the only thing exchanged were glances.

You couldn't help but smile first,"...What?" you questioned, breaking into another yawn.

"Is it time to take the sleepy baby home?" Isaac teased, pulling himself closer to the girl. He could see the way her eyes were dimly lit by the street lamps, and tucked a loose hair behind her right ear. She looked so ethereal, and he ached to do something. Maybe his lack of sleep is kicking in, or maybe you are just always so pretty.

"Do you want to stay over, Isaac?" you blurted. "I mean, it's late and I don't want you driving more than you should–" you tried covering up your sudden outburst of a question, but getting interrupted unintentionally.

"Can I kiss you?"

….huh?

Isaac's gaze flickered from her lips to her eyes, awaiting for an answer. The air in your chest was caught, but you didn't waste a second to kiss that man. Isaac's head grew quiet again as his hands cupped her cheek and jaw. He didn't care anymore, he knew his actions would have consequences, but he could worry about it later. All he was worried about was the fact that you, his best friend, was kissing him back–and he felt high. [Name] could feel his smile against her lips, making her feel giddy this time. Her hands danced lightly on his forearms briefly before separating to catch her breath.

Isaac leaned his forehead into the crook of her neck. He never felt so impervious and safe with someone like this before, his brain wires finally shut off from the constant nagging, bringing him a sense of pleasure in your presence even more. He closed his eyes momentarily before needing to ask something that's been haunting his mind.

"Were you being serious? You know, about earlier?"

"About what? Me saying you're in love with me?" she replied.

He paused, "Yeah, that and if you loved me."

"Mmm, I was, but I was also partially just kidding. Though you did get pretty worked up over the second time," she replied and teased the taller.

He groaned and sat up, "So, you are in love with me?"

"I never said that"

"Oh but you just did darling"

It was your turn to groan and cover your face with your hands. You couldn't help but yawn once more, before placing a kiss on his temple and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"So, are you staying at my place or should I take back my offer," she teased, very tiredly.

"Abso-fucking-luetly. Put your seatbelt on," he grinned, immediately driving off. His conflicting thoughts, dispersing more and more after the girl's sudden kiss from earlier. As much as he wants to say he was calm, his heartbeat says otherwise.

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a/n: hi!! so how was it? if it's bad, don't tell me :> can yall tell I like the besties trope LMAO anyway again I'd like to thank everyone with being patient with me, all the support I've gotten from my first work was insane! I <3 u guys ty ty <3

[sempsimps]

cheslock / reader with a crush

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

Aaaaaaaaaa I don't know how to end shit so here I guess anyway hope that was okay a little short but it gets me back into the swing of writing and I need to get more emo twink content out I have a lot in drafts almost ready to go so this is just that start i promise and i have lots of Gregory becuse i am a simp for that man

[dontbethatguy20]

Ohhh would you be okay with doing a Male reader x Danny Ghostface? sfw or nsfw!

And for (optional of course!) prompts maybe outside the entity realm where the reader knows jed before finding out about ghostface? if you feel up to it i feel a little bit of held at knife-point might be cool!

(i am so sorry if this sent more then once the app glitched and closed a few times and the ask disappeared so i dont know what happened so i also had to rewrite it everytime so it sounds so awkward now :') )

I'm quite the simp for ghostface myself, so I'm gunna have fun with this, I'm so gay for Danny 🤭))

Headlines of Desire

Ghostface (Danny Johnson) x reader

NSFW, minors DNI.

Warnings: knife play, caught at knife point, dubcon, he also has a temper (he has a really bad temper in my head, so I’ll make him one🤷🏽‍♂️)

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\/The story starts below \/

Jed Olsen was a name very familiar to you, mainly couse you worked with him, and was very friendly from the first thing said to each other. To say he made good impressions with everyone he worked with, well, that would be an understatement. You two seemed to speak more than he did with others. Even if he did talk quite often with others, you two just seemed to talk even more and get along. Having a friendly face and conversation seemed to make this work a lot more barely.

Speaking of work, not much long after he started working, 5 months to be exact, murders started to go around, and the both of you started to report on them. Sometimes, you'd even report on them together. But working with him since the murders started to go around, you noticed a change in him, a shift in demeanor. He seemed more restless, excited even. It made you suspicious, but you never pressed further couse what are the chances of someone you working with being something even close to s murderer?

You continue to report on the murders and such, and no one knew the killer, and the kills had no consistency in them, so it was hard to pinpoint. Just whoever it was, they seemed to have fun with it. At this point, it somewhat seemed hopeless on knowing who the killer was, but at the same time, sometimes it just takes a bit, and they slip up and get caught. Just the way this one would be cought would be quite unexpected.

One late night, you got home after working your long shift. Your home is a little generic, but it's a home nonetheless. You go into your bathroom, take a shower, then go to grt dressed. When you want to get dressed, you seem to have heard a noise. Figuring it was nothing you continued, but there it was again, another noise. You only seemed to be able to put on boxers before investing. That's when you were in for a surprise. A hand covered your mouth and a knife to the neck. "Don't scream Y/N," he chuckled lowly.

Obviously, you struggle and try to scream, only for him to have the tip of his knife get closer to your neck, the tip of it touching your skin. "Stop fucking struggling" he barked." You stop struggling soon enoughafter he snapped. All you could wonder is who and why in this moment.

"There you go, finally listening~" I chuckled. After a moment of danny thinking with carful consideration, he spoke, "You know, I've always liked you, so I'll give you a bit of a change here. Consider yourself a very, very lucky man." He said as he started to trail the knife from your neck to your chin, making your breath hitch. He lifted his hand off your mouth only a little, so you could respond, but not too far couse he wasn't afraid to shut you up again.

"One, since I like you so much, you could let me play with you a little while, or two, I end you and play with the lifeless body." He offered.

You weigh your options carefully before speaking. "Um, o-one." You stutter out, fearing your life and not wanting to die. "Now, that's what I like to hear. No struggling and an actual response out of you. You're being a good boy~. Now, how about we start this now, huh? There is no need to wait. Take off that belt of yours." He demanded, seeing if you'd listen.

You end up taking off your belt couse you didn't want anything to happen to you. "Good, good." Danny then took his free hand away from you but kept the knife in his right hand pointed at your neck. "Turn around," he said quickly, and you did as such. "On your knees and take off my pants," he damnds and again, you listened. When you took off his pants, you noticed he had nothing under. He trailed his knife up your cheek, causing a bit of blood. "Now suck." I look down at his length and then back at him with a hesitant expression. "Go on, do it," Danny urged. Still hesitant, you don't do as you're told. He pressed the knife against your cheek harder "do as I fucking tell you" he said in a slightly angered tone. With that, you take his length into your mouth and start to suck while bobbing your head, still looking up at him with that hesitant look. Danny moaned softly, still having his knife to your cheek. "There you go, keep going~" he urged as he started to move his own hips a bit.

Eventually, Danny spoke once more, "up, and around, hands on to the wall behind you," he said as he did a twirling motion with his knife to motion you to turn around. You hesitantly turn and put your hands on the wall. He chuckled lowly, hand pulled down your pants, "You're doing so well~."

He positioned himself behind you, spreading your ass a bit before guiding himself inside all the way, making both of you groan, him from pleasure, you from the new sensation. He started to thrust moderately, placing his knife down your back as he did. He slid the knife down your back, causing you to whimper in pain.

It didn't take long for him to quick his pace a lot as he thrusted inside, letting out groans occasionally. "You're doing so good, being so fucking obedient." He spoke out in a slightly harsh voice. As he kept his knife on your back, he used the other to lean forward and grab ahold of your throat so he could go harder in. "That's it, take it," he said from behind the mask. You kept being obedient and took it, considering being at knife point and all.

This would go for several minutes, an hour or two even, before he could be satisfied, making himself cum twice inside your ass. You were definitely spent after being used as you did. He would pull out, putting on his pants and belt back on. He'd chuckle, slapping your cheek with the side of the knife slightly. "You did well, Y/N," he said, then walked to the window he had come in from the first place. He stood on the window cell and looked back, moving his mask a bit so you could see half his face. He winked, put his mask back on, and dipped. You stood there with your eyes wide, realizing who it actually was, The Ghostface, the man behind the mask. The man you worked with so long to catch the ghostface ended up being him. He was always someone you wanted, but not like this. After this, you never saw him again since you probably reported it, and he left the town of Roseville.

This is my first time making smut, but hopefully, it isn't completely crap. If i made any spelling or grammer mistakes, please tell. Hopfully, you enjoyed it enough))

[poisonedspider]

I am going to say the most controversial head canon that is going to get me screamed at, maybe hate anons, maybe even loser followers (okay no that's dramatic af but you know...I'm prepping myself).

I've been thinking a lot about this, and if we are talking immediate post-canon (I don't think I'll agree with this down the line as things develop more but...hear me out), if Angel was asked to choose between Valentino and Husk, I don't think he'd be able to. So many people are like "omf Angel would choose Husk no question" but...I disagree with that.

For one, domestic violence relationships are a bitch. And even if you know you deserve better deep down, or even if someone SHOWS you better, there's a lot of mental olympics around that. Gaslighting is huge. The whole 'no one will love you like I can.' And Angel, especially, would have these feelings. It's so obvious he's falling in love with Husk (I see you sappy look in the finale), but he also doesn't want to damage Husk by being with him. I truly think Husk feels the same with Angel, because both of them think they're damaged goods. (Let's not forget Loser Baby was not just to cheer up Angel, but also was very transformative for Husk feeling seen for once).

Due to his past relationships, he would also have a lot of doubt. Trust issues. Fear. He knows Husk doesn't just want him for his body like everyone else, which is already a huge start, but. He also doesn't think anyone fully accepts him the way Valentino does. This is where I get smacked a bit, but I stand by my word that Angel is a huge sexual flirt (COKED UP DICK SUCKING HO EVERYONE), and Husk adamantly denied all his advances. Understandable, yes, and it was Angel being fake - but not fully. Valentino doesn't care if he gets high as a kite, sucks a bunch of dick, blows a bunch of money. And while Angel is stepping away from that - it's still what he enjoys. I saw a post about how Bee is what Angel could be if he was allowed to live his lifestyle in a healthy way. And I agree with that.

Also, let's add Alastor into the mix once he finds out - you're telling me this son of a bitch won't fuck with Angel's mind about how he isn't good enough, that Husk won't want him once he realizes how fucked up Angel is, blah blah.

So right now, Valentino feels safe. I mean, he obviously isn't for all the abusive reasons, but it's safer than Husk. Safer than this unknown. Safer than completely abandoning the very small affection he knows will never go away (even if he wishes it would) for someone that he doesn't even know is interested in him back. Angel isn't used to slow burn. Angel goes into things hard and fast (pun intended?) Until he knows with absolute certainty that Husk loves him regardless. Until they both have big talks and long cries and work through their traumas. Until they both can trust again. I have no doubt in my mind this is going to happen for us, and then my head canon will change. But for now, it's like walking a tight rope. One way has certainty, the other way doesn't. The certainty might be abusive, but people are often known to stay with what they know. Change is terrifying. Self-sabotage is a real thing.

So no, he wouldn't just be like "well Husk, duh." That basically eliminates everything that Poison stood for. Yes, through the course of the song he starts realizing that it's getting worse and worse - first he was living like there's no tomorrow, now he's wishing there was something to live for tomorrow. But he does still acknowledge he's drowning in it. There's no escape. And it isn't just because the contract. It's because abusive relationships are terrifying, and can take years...and years...and years to get out of. Sometimes it's too late.

And before I get hate anons that I'm a Val simp or something, or I ship ValAngel, no. I'm writing Angel from a very real perspective as someone who is a therapist. As someone who did a Seeking Safety group for three years which was for victims of domestic violence. As someone who told my therapist the other day that I write ValAngel because it is important that these dynamics be known, up front and dirty, rather than shied away from.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[theyanderespecialist]

Fourth Wife (Scenario) Yanderes Tengen Uzui/Wives X Adult Female Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! In this chapter, it is Going to be Tengen Uzui yandere for Female Adult Tanjiro! I hope you enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer:  Tengen and His Wives are Not Yandere In Canon This Is Just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

(Tengen Uzui and A Slight Bonus of His Three Wives) (The Fourth Wife) 

(Tengen's POV) 

Tanjiro is a stunning woman. I knew that, seeing her even in her bulky Demon Slayer Uniform there was no denying that. But once she went undercover and a customer gifted her a kimono. Which she is wearing right now! I had not realized how beautiful she was. She looked at me as she gave her report, she was an amazing beauty~ I knew at this moment I had to make her my bride and I would make her my bride. 

"Tanjiro!" I say looking at her. "Become my fourth wife!"  "Huh!?" She asks shocked. "We- We have to fight an upper moon!"  "Yes, but I will not forgive myself if I did not marry you, I love you."  Her face goes bright red and she looks so confused. "If we beat the upper moon, then... I will marry you." She agreed and now I REALLY had to find this upper moon!  -Time Skip-

The battle with Upper Moon 6 was terrible! Tanjiro had been hurt over and over and I could not lose her. I tried to get her to run, but she did not. I feared the worse that she died and I would not see her again. That is when I saw her, and her sister. Her sister healed us both and set Tanjiro next to me. 

I could see my wives were just as much in love with her as they were with me. She lays her head on my shoulder.  "We did it Tengen." She says with a soft smile and I smile as well.  "You know what this means?" I ask her.  "Hmmm?"  "You said you would be my wife if we beat the upper moon." I tease and she blushed a dark red. 

"Are you going to hold me to that?" She looks up at me with the red eyes. 

"Damn right, I am." I hold her chin in my hand. "You are mine, and my wives~ You belong to us."  "Okay." She says and I kiss her deeply and then my wives were also demanding their turn to kiss my fourth wife.  Tanjiro's face was bright red as she was showered in love and kisses. We are going to make her feel so loved~ And If Muzan thinks he can touch her, he got another thing coming~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! This is A sweeter one! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[bnuuys-writing]

Chapter Three. Prima Donna.

Here is chapter three of the Phantom of The Opera x Twisted Wonderland! <3 You Leona and Malleus simps get the best of both worlds! Extra long chapter for yall for the wait!

~Bnuuy out!

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three(You are here!), Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

TW: Violence, death, choking, noose, uhhh i might be missing something but idk!

Shockwaves rippled through your body as a small tug was pulling you forward through the mirror. Leona’s voice was muted out into the background through the whispers of the mysterious angel in front of you, hypnotizing you almost to follow him without an ounce of fear; almost as if you knew this angel already.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.

As you both traversed down the corridor, arms protruding out from the walls as you tore your gaze away from him finally to look at the lights flooding your path. To be precise, it was a little bit creepy to just have such stone-like arms holding these candelabras to light your way down this dank corridor of stone that seemed to just descend…

That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name.

Returning your gaze to the masked figure, the trick of the light playing with your mind as you thought for a second his eyes were slitted like cats, and that he had horns and fangs… Yet, with a blink from your eyes proved you wrong, there was no image of those at all. Just pure emerald green eyes boring into your own, then without a second to spare, his gaze returned forward as your feet patted along after him in your trance like state.

And do I dream again? For now, I find the Phantom of The Opera is here, within my mind.

All you could think about was this tall handsome stranger leading you down the corridors and guiding you down the stairs. His movement smooth as silk as his cape billowed after him, gloved hands squeezing your own within them. For a second, you thought you could call out his name yet no name came out from your mouth, only the idea of this man… Creature was neither man nor angel. He once again turned to face you, a smirk plastered upon his porcelain skin as his eyes bore down upon you once more.

Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.

He was gentle as his gloves gently grasped your waist to lead you down another flight of stairs, for your noble steed was resting down below them. Its black silky mane shaking off any water as it seemed to nod its head at you, letting out a loud snort. A look within its eyes of ‘you need to run’ yet you didnt heed its plea for your own safety. Slowly with ease, you were lifted up onto the horse’s saddle and with a click of a tongue, you were well on your way. You couldn't help but let him do whatever he liked as your head felt heavy with ease, as if under a subservient spell to just follow this strange man. 

Though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of The Opera is there inside your mind.

Your eyes couldn't help but wander back up the stairs, where you had just come from as the horse’s head rears slightly out of fear. A gloved hand cups your chin to bring your gaze back down to a familiar pair of shockingly beautiful green eyes, boring into your mind once more as a gentle reminder that you must keep moving forward. A small whisper of a promise of rest will soon come, just have to keep moving for now. 

Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear.

It's me, they hear.

Your eyes trailed down the figure's hair, down his back, down to his very feet. He was tall, elegant and mysterious. Certainly, this man had a reputation to uphold on his own… Perhaps he was misunderstood? Your angel was misunderstood? Feeling your eyes on him made his body tremble with a pleased shiver, finally having you to himself and away from that brudish Lion. A flicker of his form once more before looking back at you with a small smirk, a promise of what's to come.

In one combined, the Phantom of The Opera is there, in my mind.

Carefully, he was gentle at grasping your waist and letting you off of the horse who seemed not to pleased at seeing you go so soon. Afterall, the horse seemed as if it wanted to protect you itself from the strange Phantom in front of you, in a way, it reminded you of someone that you couldn't put your finger on… Was it a cat? No, you didn't have a cat here in the opera house… Though its eyes said it all as it watched you get onto the gondola with the assistance from the mysterious man.

Beware of the Phantom of The Opera. 

Your eyes wandered around the statues that were stuck upright against the water, what seemed to be holding up the walls and roofing of the area. Gargoyle like as their claws dug into the roof above you, their mouths wide open as they spewed out slow rivers of water to add to the ambiance. Turning around to face the strange figure, his eyes already were boring into your form as a graceful smile appeared upon his face as his gaze returned upwards as a gate began to open. Moss and algae rose up with it as you ventured into the new room that was filled with music sheets everywhere, curtains covering possible mirrors as what seemed to shine below them, and candelabras shining your way around to a beautiful stand holding a violin and harpsichord. Feeling the boat hit the edge, the stranger hopped down the side of the boat, making his way through the water and onto the stone walkway.

What's a great way to win your favor in this moment when he had such great competition against Leona? Yeah. He saw that ‘Little Y/N’ moment between you and Leona; and he was seething behind that mirror and his mask, not to mention his small spell holding up his disguise faded away for a moment as he went to collect you. He refuses to lose to a stubborn, lazy lion when you deserve so much more as the future Ruler of Briar Valley.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination, silently the senses abandon their defenses.” What better to woo you and earn your affection other than song? Afterall, Lilia did teach him all that he knew and he was highly praised for being so well trained. Afterall, he did teach you everything that he knew. Looking down at your form as you still sat in the boat, he could only smile as he walked back down to you with his hand outstretched for you to take.

“Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.” A small hope flickers within his body in hopes of having you remember NRC, having your walks late at night around the desolate land of the Ramshackle. That's right Y/N, turn your thoughts away from the Savannah’s sunlight and more towards Briar Valley’s twilight. He was careful as he pulled you up and into his arms as he bridal carried you onto the stone, not letting a speck of water touch your form. “And listen to the music of the night.” He would hum out, leading you into a waltz around his home for the moment. Feeling your hand on his chest and the other wrapped within his own gloved hand, a smile could only return to his lips as he held you close.

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.” Waltzing over fallen over pages of music, over mitch matched carpet, broken stone that remained in place thanks to Malleus’ simple spell of repairing it the best he could before the book would stop him or break the stone back over again.  He couldn't help himself as he brought you closer to him, spinning you around as he closed his eyes at feeling your back against his chest.

“Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind. In this darkness which you know you can not fight.” Letting your hands drop from his own, only to feel your hands take his own and place them on your waist once more caused his cheeks to flare up slightly. You were letting him touch you so privately, he couldn't handle it much longer if you kept letting him do whatever he liked with your eager persistence of letting your body say ‘continue’. “The darkness of the music of the night” He would lean down to whisper into your ear, letting out a pleased hum as he felt your body weight lean onto him slightly. That is until you broke away just to turn around and face him. Perhaps his spell of having you hypnotized stopped working? His magic had been acting funny ever since he entered the book.

No matter, he would not let you go. Especially now that he has you.

“Let your mind start a journey though a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before, Let your soul take you where you long to be!” Finally, he has you ensnared. Cornered. His. And he wasn't about to let his prey get out of this trap so easily. Pulling you by your hands closer to him, letting them wrap around his neck as his eyes bore deep into your soul once more, knowing he has you well within his snare and trap. “Only then can you belong to me.” 

Spinning you around once more, feeling your hands upon his own did he let his desires the better of him. His hands trailed along your stomach down to your thighs, and the other up your chest and around your neck as he continued to sing; “Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.” And touch you did, the hand that held his own on your thigh broke free as you reached up to his face, cupping it gently as your back was pressed against his chest. Willingly, like a cat who was receiving the best pets, he leaned his head into your cupped hand as he slowly brought you around a corner in slow swaying movements.

“Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in. To the power of the music that I write; The power of the music of the night” Around the corner was a piece he had made unknowingly. You, as a doll, within your own wedding outfit he had personally made for you himself. Once your eyes had made connection to this wedding outfit, everything felt light and woozy. Malleus was fast to catch you, holding you close against him as he picked you up within a bridal carry. Perhaps he should attempt courting you first before showing you your wedding outfit… Though the thought escaped his mind as he gently brought you down to rest within his dragon shaped bed. 

“You alone can make my song take flight… Help me make the music of the night” He would whisper out softly to you, placing a soft kiss against your forehead before pulling away. Oh, how his heart ached for your beautiful eyes to open and look at him once more, tell him Yes; I do, though something was bothering him deep within. It wasn't long before guilt set in as he remembered a certain fae’s words of Never To Kidnap your Lover, its simply bad manners… Sighing and with a snap of his fingers, you had returned to your bed above the surface to a surprise of both Silver and Sebek who were both equally surprised to see your form back so soon!

Once morning has arrived, Sebek and Silver went out with Lilia and reported their finding with you, and how exhausted you are after your night with Malleus- Correction; The Phantom. Outside inside the foyer of the Opera house stood Azul, reading the newspaper with a letter in hand. Of course, the public was talking about their show and their not one, but TWO missing sopranos! Perhaps it was the fact that a simple chorus girl took The one and Only Vil Schoenheit?

"It would seem that you also have a letter…” Jade’s voice rung out into Azul’s ear, making the man jump slightly as he was clutching a letter within his hand, Jade held one within his left hand while Floyd just looked overall annoyed while reading the newspaper. What silly little humans, making such a big deal about their precious shrimpy stealing the spotlight for once away from Vil. “Pray tell, what does your letter say?” Jade asked out curiously, that simple slime still playing on his face as he looked down at Azul opening up the letter that was sealed by green wax in the form of a dragon head.

“Dear Azul, what a charming gala. Y/N was in the worlds sublime. We were hardly bereft when Vil left. On that note, the diva is a disaster. Must you cast her when he's seasons past his prime?” Azul read out and sighed, shaking his head slightly as he rubbed his temples. Afterall, they couldn't JUST get rid of Vil Shoenheit due to him also being stuck in the book with them! “And yours, Jade?”

 “Dear Floyd and Jade, just a brief reminder my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost, by return of post. PTO; No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!” Jade read out and chuckled, looking over at a still very annoyed Floyd who only rolled his eyes. “So laaaaame~! Neh… I miss Shrimpy… I dont want to be in this story anymore Azul- Why did you also have to go on and drag me in..?”

Azul’s glasses cracked slightly internally as he remembered how in fact the trio of them got in here without making a contracted deal of pay to get you back to safety. Floyd’s wide arms had pushed them all into Leona’s back as they were all transported in. Opening his mouth, he quickly closed it as he saw a certain lion approaching the trio of them very quickly. “And what can we do for you, sir?” Azul asked out bitterly towards Leona who could only let out an annoyed growl at him.

“Where are they?” Leona’s voice rang out and they all immediately knew he was looking for their star; Y/N. Not the previous and precious star (who a certain someone thought they were seasons past his prime…) Vil Shoenheit. “I take it that you sent me this note.” His voice was strained as he stared down Azul with fire behind his eyes. Afterall, this cephalopod was quite able to slink out even the stickiest situations but this rage meant; I'm going to burn down all of your contracts again.

“Of course they’re not with us- including that letter. We didn't write that at all either.” Azul stated out quickly and adjusted his bowtie, clearing his throat as he tried to summon any courage to face the lion with his smiling buddies behind him. “But do enlighten us on that letter of yours, we have also received our own letters accordingly from the one and only; Opera Ghost.”

“Do not fear for your precious Y/N, the Angel of Music has them under his wing. Make no attempt to see them ever again.” Leona read out with an annoyed growl bubbling out from his throat, sending an irritated look from a now shouting Vil who has now entered the Opera House, and a smiling Rook Hunt following hot on Vil’s tail.

“I have your letter- A Letter that I rather resent, Kingscholar.” Vil hissed out, an irritated look plastered upon his face. Yet, before anyone could ask him to read it outloud, Vil had given it to Rook Hunt who had begun to read it loudly enough for all of them to hear without struggling.

“Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Y/N L/N will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for great misfortune if you dare attempt to take their place.” Rook finished out as he folded up the note only for Floyd to grab them all and begin to rip them to pieces. Azul cleared his throat which made everyone look over at him with gazes filled with confusion, mixed with anger or frustration.

“Far to many notes for my taste, and most of them about Y/N. All we’ve heard since we came has been Y/N’s name-!” Azul was cut off by Lilia clearing his throat behind him, making the cephalopod jump in surprise and Jade’s eyes widened slightly as he looked behind him. Lilia stood with Sebek and Silver posted at each of his side, but Lilia just seemed smug as he let out a small chuckle.

“Y/N has returned.” Lilia hummed out, shooting a playful glance at everyone, Azul could only roll his eyes and Jade jumped in at the chance he could. 

“And where precisely are they now?” Jade asked out, and this seemed to perk up Leona’s attention as both men stared down the smaller male who didnt seem phased at them both trying to intimidate him.

“I thought it best they were alone” Lilia stated once more with a nod of his head, and Silver spoke up after him stating softly; “They needed rest.”

“I'm going to go see them.” Leona stated as he began to push through the crowd only to be stopped by Sebek who glared up at the male. “No, they will see no one currently.” Sebek stood up for you, a mere human without magic! But after all the years that he had known you having been in the same first year classes as you, he thought it would be right to finally stand up for you- Especially to his Master’s enemy.

“Will they sing?!” Vil and Rook stated out, one more urgent than the other only for Lilia to turn to face them, that still playful smirk plastered upon his face as he looked up at them both. Instead of answering them, he pulled out another note that was sealed up with green wax in the shape of a dragon head. “Here, I have a note.”

“Let me see it.” Floyd was quick to speak as he ripped the note away from Lilia’s hand who didn't seem all too bothered by the eel’s demeanor. Floyd was quick to open the note as he began to read it out loud, squinting his eyes down at the words.

“Gentleman, I have now sent you some notes on how my theater is to be run. You have not followed my instructions, I shall give you one last chance. Y/n L/n has returned to you, and I am anxious to see their career progress. In the new production of ‘Il Muto’ You will therefore cast Vil as the pageboy, and put Y/n in the role of the Countess. The role for the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a world, idea. 

I will watch this performance in my normal seat in box five which will be kept empty for me, should these commands be ignored; a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. 

I remain, Gentleman, your faithful obedient servant,

O.G”

“Its all a ploy to help Y/n!” At this point, Vil was fed up with the occurring offenses against his career. Angry, he began to march off with Rook hastily following behind his Queen. Attempting to coo and calm the poor Highness with words of adorations and promising that he is still the fairest of them all. Azul, Floyd and Jade were urgent in rushing after their star as well, trying their best to soothe their star in hopes of making him stay to perform Il Muto for the crowd of fans that wanted to hear him sing. 

“Your public needs you.” Jade stated out smoothly, smiling at him.

“We need you too!” Azul rushed out quickly which made Vil turn to him, burning hot coals within his lilac eyes as he glared down Azul.

“Would you rather not have your precious little Ingenue?” Vil hissed out, eyes squinting down at the certain octo-mer who could only clear his throat and straighten out his back.

“No, the world wants you.” Azul stated out with certainty as they brought back their star into the opera house. Dressing him up in the finest of all silk, offering chocolates, furs and even a new puppy to please their dear Star. Though Vil was merciless as his shoe was removed by Rook Hunt, and a bottle of Champagne was poured into it before getting handed over to Azul who could only cringe at the idea of drinking out of a shoe. Though they needed Vil to stay for them…  Bottoms up, as he drank it all quickly and fast.

Soon enough, the night of the performance arrived with much doting and begging for Vil to stay every single day, every single practice. Of course, it was also very fun for Vil to be so close to you considering in this production of Il Muto, you two have to pretend to kiss; Now, he doesn't hate you, but does scold you on how to walk, act, stand- Makes you perfect. You don't know why Vil is so hard on you, well actually; you think you do. Afterall, you did take his role in the play Hannibal. Perhaps that's why he works you to the bone every single day? Who knows.

The audience laughs, claps and cheers for certain moments within it. Of course, Vil is the star and you? The potato. The Spudling. The role with no voice. It felt like all of it was going too fast, but perhaps that was a good thing for you- After that night with the Phantom, everything has seemed like a blur. Sebek and Silver were the ones to ground you (with Lilia’s council to do so) and making sure you were aware of all situations around you; Especially keeping Leona away from you. 

Throwing off your disguise as being a maid, you could only look at Vil as you remembered your posture and fixed it under his hard gaze, with a loud fwoop! From his fan, you two leaned together to pretend to kiss as Vil smirked at you. You were always so priceless, how he adored his little spudling of a potato. You could stare at the initmmidating actor with a sweatdrop rolling down your forehead as you couldnt keep your gazes locked together. Luckily for you, the time has passed enough for you two to pull away only for you to take a few steps back in fear as you looked up and saw him.

“Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?” The voice rang out loudly from above the chandelier, and you already knew who it was. Your Angel of Music, the Phantom of The Opera…

“It's him, the Phantom of the Opera… He's here…” You whispered out in shock, breathless as you kept your gaze up at the form retreating back into the wall filled with cherubs and clouds. As much as Vil didn't want to scold you, the book forced the words out from his mouth as his gaze hardened upon your form, a sneer coming from him.

“Your part is silent, little potato.” Vil seethed out as he walked off to the side as Azul and Jade were calming the crowd, Floyd didn't want to currently as he was dozing off in his seat at such a boring performance. Hell, teasing Riddle was more exciting than this! Soon enough, Vil was back on stage with you as he glared at you, and you could only lower your gaze into the floor in defeat. No, there was no need to be afraid of your Angel of Music, he is probably just upset that his seat was taken in the one place he could be accepted.

Starting the song over, Vil began to sing until his voice broke into a loud croak, panic flushed through his system but he attempted to remain calm as he continued to sing only for more croaks of frogs to come out from him. Who had used a potion like this upon him?! How dare they! Quickly, Azul and Jade rushed down to the stage as the curtains began to close, leaving a poor stage actor out as Jade and Azul appeared behind the mass of red curtains as the crowd continued to laugh away at Vil’s dismay.

“We are so sorry about that, the play will continue in ten minutes time while the role of the Countess will be played.” Azul started to speak out only for an arm to reach into the curtain, grabbing you by the forearm and pull you out behind the curtains and into the front of the stage in front of all the audience. “By Y/N L/N!” Azul finished as Jade waved you off, rushing you to go get changed.

“But we will now turn your attention to act three, the ballet… The Ballet now!” Jade spoke out quickly and nodded his head as the two of them departed back into the curtains while the stage was getting set up for the ballet. Meanwhile, Malleus was having a hard time sneaking his way out from there, having had a certain pesky little flea following him around the ropes and bridges backstage.

Malleus was patient but only for you, most certainly he would be throwing a tantrum right now, but with his lack of magic he couldn't summon a storm like he usually could. Damn book. Rushing around, the pesky little flea followed him only for Malleus to stop and turn, a feral growl emitting from his throat as puffs of green flames hissed out from the sides of his mouth. This in turn sparked fear into the man as he had now just come to realize that he was following the all too dangerous; The Phantom of The Opera. 

The game of cat and mouse was swapped around as Malleus began to chase him down, hissing like a feral beast while down below Sebek and Silver brought their sheeps to the stage. Silver seemed to have ease while guiding his sheep along and Sebek couldn't get his to stop kneeling, as the audience just laughed along at the silly ballet they were performing for them. Lilia was there to help you change as a red rose with a ribbon tied around it was there upon your dresser, greeting you with passion you wouldnt understand just yet. 

Flutes played elegantly as the ballet dancers spun and jumped, sheep getting guided along the stage yet there was a hidden strange feeling within the air, tension was rising and Sebek and Silver already knew it was the Young Masters doing. Speaking of which, it would have seemed like the cat had caught its prey and was strangling it tightly, Malleus’ eyes burned with fire as he stared down the man with rage while the man could make half gasped pleas to be let go, yet he had seen too much. Once he was done playing, he pushed the man off with a sinister smile as a noose was certain to break the man's neck if he wasn't already dead.

Screams erupted from the audience and performers- Minus Sebek and Silver who were there to protect the women from getting hit with the dead body swinging around before it was utterly dropped to the floor with a loud THUMP. The audience began to stand up, wishing to leave only for Azul to shout out for them to remain seated that this was only and simply an accident. 

Leona was up and running first though, ignoring the urgent cries of people within the theater and Azul’s urgency for people to stay seated, he needed to find you before that damn lizard finds you again. With a small shout coming from him as he felt your hands grab his own, for once in his whole lazy lifetime, worry flashed in his eyes as he followed you up… and Up.. and Up. Until there was no up besides a door as you bursted through it all, you couldn't stop with the adrenaline pumping through you as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“There is no Phantom of The Opera!” Leona stated out, he knew that there was a murder but you were long gone, how could you have known? As well the Phantom of The Opera was Malleus Draconia, a lizard who got everything he wanted. So he was truthful in his statement but he seemed to swallow his words as he looked at you looking so lost, a plea in your eyes as you looked at your childhood friend. Silence ensued before you spoke once more as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Leona i’ve been there to his world of unending night, to a world where daylight dissolves into darkness… Leona I’ve seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face so distorted and evil, it was hardly a face in the darkness…” You seemed to pause as your form turned away from Leona, looking over the statues of knights on horses, Angels with their spears and of course, a single grotesque within the corner. A beast upon the innocents. 

“But his voice filled my spirit with a strange sweet sound, in that night there was music in my mind! And through music, my soul began to soar!” You stated out, looking around wearily as you seemed within a daze as you remember that night so clearly and barely of the blurred days after it. “And I heard as I never heard before…”

“What you heard was a dream and nothing more…” Leona whispered out, walking towards you only to pause as you turn to him with sadness enveloping in your eyes.

“Yet in his eyes… All the sadness of the world… Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore…” You finished out as you closed your eyes only for your voice to ring out around you from an all too familiar voice, head ducking as tears dripped down your cheeks in uncertainty as Leona seemed pissed at hearing Malleus’ voice echoing, yet he had to calm you down first before chasing after that damn lizard.

“No more talk of darkness- Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” Leona started out, hating that he had to sing it all out for you but here he is, singing to calm you as he enveloped your form within his body. “Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” Leona finished out, pulling away slightly to bring his large hand up, callused and rough from being the Savannah but you didn't seem to mind as his thumb brushed away any tears that seemed to escape your shining eyes.

“Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always, promise me that all you say is true…That's all I ask of you” You responded out in song, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek as you looked up at your childhood best friend. Leona’s heartbeat could only speed up as a small dusting of pink was reaching across his cheeks as he couldnt take his eyes off of you. How dare this book force him to look into your doe-like eyes and force him to sing out his love for you! He has a reputation to upkeep you know!

“Let me be your shelter. Let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.” Leona stated out softly to you, yet loud enough just to piss off that Lizard that was hiding behind that grotesque statue, Leona can in fact smell him. He wanted to make that damn lizard jealous. Of what he and you had that Malleus could, in fact, NOT have. Afterall, he was your childhood best friend in this story. Keeping his eyes locked upon yours, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he looked at you.

“All I want is freedom. A world with no more night. And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” Bringing a hand to cup Leona’s cheek, the tears long gone from your own cheeks as you seemed to look up at him with that unconditional love- After All, you have loved your childhood best friend and even after he was there to support you after your fathers death- you had never stopped loving him after the loss of connection. 

“Then say you'll share with me. One love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude.” Leona started out, bold and loudly just to keep pissing off Malleus. He could hear the sound of nails scratching into stone, so whatever he was doing was indeed pissing him off. Afterall, Leona couldn't deny his soul and heart anymore, he truly did love you and wanted only you to be his Queen back at his home. “Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too… Y/n, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.” You continued as you felt him pull you closer, not knowing of the presence begging, almost pleading on his hands and knees for you to stop singing with Leona. How he needed you, wanted you, for the seven! He loves you! He needed you to stop singing with his rival as he could feel his heart ripping apart slowly. Yet, like Lovers intertwined in loves duet, you continued.

“Share each day with me each night, each morning! Love me, that's all I ask of you” You couldn’t help yourself as Leona’s left hand cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him as you felt a flurry of emotions setting through you and coursing through your body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he was clear to dip his head enough to press a well deserved, needed and cherished kiss upon your lips. Oh, how Leona waited years for this moment, and at least, he finally has it. He finally had a stroke of luck and the universe had gifted you unto him. Though it wasnt over just yet, feeling you pull away and lock gazes with him with that same doe look, he was head over heels.

“Say you love me…” You whispered out, a silent plea that he would, but he had one better than saying the words and that would slap Malleus in the face hard.

“You know I do.” He whispered back out to you, a smug smirk upon his face as he looked upon your face, filled with all sorts of beauty as the frost of the air nips at both of your cheeks. Though, it could also just be that he is a fantastic kisser, yet he shall keep his pride down just for this sweet, tender moment between you two. 

“Anywhere you go, let me go too!” You both sang out once more, hugging each other even tighter if that was possible. Leona’s hand was still cupping your cheek while the other rested upon your hip, at the same time your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“Love me… That's all I ask of you…” With another kiss sealing the deal, you were quicker to pull away this time, excitement coursing through your veins as you were officially being courted by your childhood crush. Your now real and extremely smug lover now.

“Order your fine horses, be with them at the door. And soon, you’ll always be beside me. Be there to guard and to guide me..” You were quick to speak, ready to get out the door as quickly as you could. To get away from the Phantom, your Opera House life, away from everyone. The door shut with a soft click, but it was deafeningly loud for Malleus as he stepped out from behind the stone only to find the sweet rose you left behind. Had you had this on your person this entire time?

“I gave you my music… Made your song take wing… And now, how you’ve repaid me.. Denied me and betrayed me..” With a shaky voice, he knelt down as he could feel the tears pricking the edges of his eyes, picking up the rose he had gifted to you. 

“He was bound to love you when he heard you sing… Oh Y/n…” He shook as a few tears dripped down his mask onto the snow covered floor as he could hear your love song with Leona echoing within his mind. Oh, how he seethed. How he raged. How lonely he is… Sadness just as quick as it had arrived swooped into anger. 

“You will curse the day you did not do,

All that the Phantom asked of you!”