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some-bunniii · 1 year ago

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Lucifer with an artist reader

・❥ You’re hosting an art class, and the nude model is someone you never expected

xx: it’s a long one y’all 😭 we’re still in the pre-dating era! Slowburn, anybody? Forget the crumbs, have the whole loaf of bread, my swans ☺️

warning: brief mentions of nudity & mild swearing

After Lucifer’s initial tour of the hotel, he started coming around much more often.

He was beginning to reconcile with his daughter, and that meant making up for all the years he had missed out due to his self-isolation.

When Lucifer came to the hotel for Charlie, he always made time for you.

At first, when you had still been busy working away at the paintings for the hotel, he had used the excuse that he was just coming over simply to “admire the art.”

Nevermind that he crossed the entire hotel just to look at some paintings, but you never pried him about it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting in anticipation for his visits.

Sometimes, he would lean against the door frame in silence, watching as your brush glided across the surface of the canvas. He dared not to disturb you while you worked. Too afraid he’d cause you to slip up and place your brush in the wrong spot, ruining your piece.

He never would admit it, but the soft, feather-like strokes you made always seemed to lull him into a state of tranquil bliss.

If he had the opportunity to sit there for hours and watch you paint, he’d probably drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It was ASMR for the King of Hell.

You weren’t always sure whether he was admiring the painting, or you. You were too concentrated on making a leaf of a tree, or the surface of the water just right to trace his gaze.

You’d think with Lucifer being the embodiment of pride and his rank as ruler of the realm, he’d have demanded your attention instantly.

Instead, it was you who usually spoke first. “Are you going to sit down?” You’d tease with a warm smile, greeting him with a bat of your eyelashes as you soaked your brush with fresh paint.

“Of course, I just wanted to see your progress, it’s looks beautiful as always.”

You had hummed a thanks as he strode over to the flat cushion in the middle of the room, and collapsed in it. He had now claimed it as his personal spot ever since he had first used it when you let him use his wings for reference.

Every time he made himself comfortable, he would exhale a large sigh of relief, like he just walked out of a noisy and over-stimulating circus show.

His tolerance for people in general was still pretty dicey, but here, in the quiet corner of the hotel, he could reset his mind.

And with you there? He didn’t feel so lonely. Even in your silence, your presence and the multitude of large paintings leaning against the walls was all he needed to keep his mind from drifting off into darker thoughts.

“Boy, do you work fast. I can’t imagine what Hell would like if you were the one running things.”

“Probably terrible,” You had laughed, “I may be able to create art under time constraints, but the pressure of an entire realm on my shoulders? We’ll let the super-powerful-fallen-angel deal with that.”

“There goes my vacation,” He had sighed dramatically.

Sometimes, he’d catch you humming to an ancient tune, and every time he’d ask you about it.

“What song is this?” He’d ask, genuine interest lacing his voice.

“Innsbruck, ich muss dich lassen”

“I’m not even going to pretend to know what that means”

“ ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’ ,” you’d laugh, “It’s a German song and is, you guessed it, from the Renaissance.”

“Oh, right. Germany. Yeah, they were our biggest influx of souls back in the early 1900s,” He replied, “Must’ve been fun people.”

You shook your head at that. Right, ‘Fun’, that was a rather.. surface-level take on what that country had gotten into during that period of time.

“You should tell me more about the Renaissance.” He’d ask with puppy-dog eyes, which always made you set down your brush and turn to him. A content smile spreading across your face.

Your knowledge of such a time always intrigued him, the Renaissance as a whole did. For so long, he had desperately clung onto the hope that some of humanity would go on to create great and beautiful things due to his actions. That his Fall wasn't all for nothing.

Slowly, that hope fizzled out, and Lucifer’s growing delusion that Earth mirrored the sinful realm of Hell in more ways than one plagued his mind.

And then you appeared, passionate about Man’s most beautiful creations. Art, music, long-ago writings of sappy declarations of love in the form of poetry, and times when humanity’s intellectual and innovative nature flourished.

“It was absolutely magnificent,” You’d start, drawing from the depths of your mind all the imagery you could remember from when you were alive, “Filled with all kinds of artistic expression, painters that filled the ceilings of churches with heavenly imagery-“

Lucifer had snorted at that. This era in time had such a romanticized idea of what Heaven and their Creators were like. He pitied their ignorance.

“-and beautiful music. They were known for bringing to life a worldview known as Humanism. It was meant to bring back ancient philosophy — like from the Greeks — to uplift people to participate in the betterment of humanity, and to perpetuate much more virtuous actions. There must be a whole city full of them up there, I can't imagine anyone from that period ending up down here with how protective they were of their moral code.”

He’d always listen attentively in silence as you educated him. Sometimes, he’d even pull out the classic yellow rubber duck toy he held so close to his heart, and begin to fiddle with it as you spoke.

When he worked on them in your room, he’d curate them especially for you.

“Look! This one can refill your palette with the bestest freshest paint!” He’d exclaim as he wiggled it in the air, “And it still quacks!”

Every time, you’d pull up a cushion across the table from him, and rest your chin on your hand as you watched in amusement as he demonstrated his work.

In this instance, he squeezed the sides of the duck and it let out a pathetic Sqeaaooo and a glob of paint slid out of its mouth and plopped right onto the table. It splattered, leaving a few droplets on his pretty white overcoat.

Lucifer was a messy fella, and times like this made you growl quietly and reach for a wet cloth from your cleaning bucket. Hastily trying to rid his clothing of the bright red paint. Your movements across his sleeve made his body tense, and his breath quicken.

For someone who easily flustered you with abrupt acts of affection like the first time you met, Lucifer had the uncanny ability to turn his face as red as his cheek spots when you displayed such care towards him.

“It's still a work in progress.” He’d bashfully assure you every time something like that wouldn’t go as planned.

You’d wish Lucifer displayed such creativity outside of the yellow bath toy, but you promised yourself to help him down that path.

You could only imagine how many ideas this man had stored in that head of his, and you had a feeling you’d get him to wake up eventually. The thought of being there for him — with him, made your cheeks hot.

When it was finally time for him to leave the hotel — sometimes hours later, you’d walk him to the door of your little atelier and he’d turn to you, with that charming smirk and half-lidded look.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Charlie?” You had ask, as he adjusted his hat and coat to depart.

“I already did before I got here,” he replied nonchalantly, as if you two existed in completely different buildings. Nevermind that she was a flight of stairs and a few halls away.

There were no more bold kisses to the limbs from him after your first meeting, to your displeasure. Even thinking about it gave you feelings that tugged painfully at your heartstrings and made you beg internally for more.

You desperately wished for him to softly hold your hand once more, to feel his lips graze your knuckles, to drink in the warmth of his touch.

Instead, he clutched his staff tightly, and dipped his hat to you.

“Until next time, Darling,” his voice, like silk, had echoed as waves of gold surrounded him. In a blink of an eye, you were left alone once more. Your heart pounding just like the first time, and every time after that.

Today, your heart was pounding just as fast. Except there was no Lucifer in sight.

Three days ago, you got a call from a good friend of yours who ran an art studio on the other side of Pentagram City. She realized she had double booked her classes, and had begged you to take over one for them.

“I’ve never taught anyone before…” You had trailed off over the phone, apprehensive to the idea.

“Nonsense! You are so well spoken, and you’re fantastic at this kind of stuff,” She exclaimed, “It’s not that hard, all you have to do is sit there while they trace the model and step in a few times to give them some tips on techniques. They aren’t a beginner class, so they shouldn’t need much instruction. You’re also in charge of guiding the model with the poses, but I already have a sheet that has them all, so you just need to follow along.”

You stood there for a moment, thinking. This was something totally strange to you. What were art classes like in Hell, anyway?

“Oh, AND they are going to be nude. At least partially, we make them cover their um, nether regions. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right? I mean, you get paid for it so…”

Your friend trailed off, and the line went quiet for a moment as you mind raced. You looked around the now -empty atelier, your paintings finished and hung up around the hotel. You had nothing that was stopping you from doing it, not your skills, your time, or even the fact that the model was going to be exposed. You were in Hell, seeing someone like that was an almost daily occurrence. Telling her no just because of your nerves was a douchy thing to do, and you were far above that.

“Fine.” You conceded.

“YAYY!!” She shrieked in happiness, and you had to yank the phone away from your ear before it could start to bleed.

The next few minutes were her telling you where, when, and what to do. You had listened intently, memorizing her words. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of strangers that you were teaching.

After hanging up the phone, had you went downstairs and to the hotel’s lobby to inform Charlie of your new job.

“I’m really sorry if this interferes with me working here, but I just couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Pffft, it’s fine,” Charlie had waved it off, “You accepting the position as my new interior design manager is more than enough, i’m just glad you’re getting out of your comfort zone like this!”

You sighed a breath of relief. Good, no issues. You were worried she would have said no, and the fact she knows about Lucifer visiting you? Well, you weren’t sure how she was taking that. You never dared to ask, nor did she make any kind of indication her feelings about that.

“What’s it like?” She had asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s nothing too bad, I think I might actually like it. I just help them with their techniques on mastering figure drawing by using a model as a reference. My friend says they are still looking for one to pose, so hopefully they find one in the next few days.”

“Interestingggggg” Charlie responded, her eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. You could see the gears turning in her head, but what for, you had no clue. You didn’t ask either.

You had spent the next few days preparing, you even had visited the studio. It was very pretty, and the room you were in was small, but rather homey. You had more confidence with your ability to lead the class now after locating specific areas of importance.

Which lead you to present day. You were hurriedly scrambling around the room, grabbing anything of necessity.

Your eyes jumped to the clock, and a squeak of panic escaped you as the class’ starting time got closer and closer. Finally placing the last pencil in your bag, you raced down the stairs, beelining for the door.

“Where you going in such a rush, Hot Cakes?” Angel Dust called out to you from the bar, Husk next to him as he poured Angel another drink.

“To class, do you know where Charlie or Alastor is?” You questioned them.

A rush of wind tickled your back, and you whipped around to see the Radio Demon himself looming behind you.

“Hello, my friend!” Alastor’s toothy grin on full display.

“I heard you were looking for Charlie, unfortunately she left not too long ago. She said it was something of great importance, and that it could shape the future of the hotel. But do not worry, I am here to assist you!”

You placed your hands together into a praying motion, trying your best to appeal to the demon’s better nature. If he had one.

“Can you pretty, pretty please send me to the Regal Fortune Studio? I’m doing a class there and I need to get there on time.” You begged.

Alastor’s eyes squinted in thought. Before his smile widened more than ever.

“Alright, I suppose so.”

You didn’t get to utter a thank you before the demon snapped his fingers, and dark energy crackled around you. Cold suddenly gripped at your shoulders, and your vision blurred.

You squeezed your eyes shut, unsure of what would happen next.

‘Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me’

Suddenly, light hit your eyelids and you slowly opened them to see the studio before you, just steps away from the front door.

You exhaled a sigh of relief, before yanking open the door.

The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, and you could hear faint voices inside. Indicating that everyone but you was ready to begin.

You crossed the lobby, ready to pull on the handle of the door, before a slight movement in the corner of your eye caused you to turn your head.

At the far end of the room, you could partially see long, blonde hair sticking out into view. Then, you heard the stranger speak to herself. Quiet grumblings of a feminine voice as they berated themself.

You raised an eyebrow.. could it be?

“Charlie?” You asked slowly.

The stranger squeaked, their hair pulled out of view. You heard a thump against the wall, as though they’ve pressed themselves against it in an attempt to hide.

You slowly tip toed the hallway, before whipping your body around the corner, surprising the mysterious figure.

“Charlie!” You shrieked in surprise at the sight of her, crouched against the wall. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a shriek of her own. Her eyes darted around, before she pulled herself up to meet your gaze.

“Oh my gosh heyyyyy, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She mocked innocence.

“Bullshit,” you retorted, “I told you where I was going like three days ago. Why are you really here?”

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she bit her lip. As if she was deciding whether to tell you the truth, or another lie.

Suddenly, she let go of the breath she held, her shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Okay.. the truth is, when you told me you were hosting an art class I was so thrilled! For you, of course. But then, I thought about how much you and my dad were getting along! Then, I thought about how you guys seemed to have the shared interest of art. So I.. told him about the class?”

“And?” You questioned, irritation lacing your voice. You really did not have time for this.

“And I told him about how you were still looking for a model, and you know how he is. He doesn’t have a problem doing things like that in front of people, and he’s getting better at being around people in general..”

You gripped Charlie by her shoulders when she trailed off again, shaking her.

“Spit it out! What about your dad?!”

“HE AGREED TO BE THE MODEL FOR YOUR CLASS BUT I HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NUDE UNTIL WE SHOWED UP BUT HE JUST SAID GOODBYE AND WALKED INTO THE BACK ROOM!!”

You stopped dead, your breath caught in your throat. You turned your head slightly, eyeing the classroom door.

“Your dad… is in there… naked?” You finally managed to get the sentence out, your gaze returning to Charlie in a look of disbelief.

This was a joke, right? There was noooo way you were going to walk in there a minute and see Lucifer there. This was just a terrible (-bly good?) dream.

Charlie nodded in defeat, her head hung low.

“I don’t even have the mental strength to go in there. I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted to. He was dead set on this.”

You rubbed a hand along your face, gathering your thoughts.

“Well, there’s no stopping it now,” You said, rolling your shoulders in preparation, “Guess I have a class to teach.”

“Have fun..?” Charlie smiled innocently at you. Her plan was working, after all.

You shot her a glare before crossing the lobby once more, and pulled open the door. You stepped inside, breath hitched, and gently shut the door behind you.

In front of you, four older women sat behind easels with a blank white canvas attached. If they noticed your arrival, they didn’t show it. Instead, they giggled in the direction of the slightly lifted stage. You couldn’t see who was on the stage, but the familiar voice with giddy amusement told you exactly who it was.

“You’re finally here!” Lucifer called, and you did nothing but stand there for a moment.

Straightening your back, you exhaled a deep breath, and walked forward. Right past the stage. You kept your eyes in front of you, ignoring the golden gaze that trailed your figure.

You positioned yourself between the platform and the women who had finally stopped giggling and whispering to each other, and cleared your throat.

“Hello, everyone. I’m your instructor for today, unfortunately Renee couldn’t be here today. We’ll be going over the usual though, figure drawing with the model present today.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, before opening them with renewed energy.

Slowly, you turned on your heels and pivoted in the direction of the platform. Your eyes widening at the sight.

Before you, on a long, red couch lay the King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Shirtless, with no pants in sight. Thankfully, a thin, barely-hiding-anything sheet covered his waist section.

You met his gaze, a playful smirk etched on his lips. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, gauging for a reaction.

You made sure not to give him one. If he thought he was going a reaction from you in front of all these people, he was wrong.

“Let’s start by doing a quick sketching exercise, take about ten minutes to do your best and draw the model in front of you. Once the timer goes off, we’ll review and go over some techniques, before switching to a much longer pose.”

You clicked the timer, and the faint ticking of its gears cemented you into reality.

“Is that Lucifer?” One of the ladies whispered to her friend a chair over. Her friend shrugged, “I have no idea.. but boy, is he handddssoomee.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore their gossip.

Sitting in the chair farthest from the group, you crossed your arms, your gaze resting on the floor. Was he looking at you right now?

You sat there for a moment, before realizing you couldn’t ignore him forever. He was the model after all. Soon you’d have to be helping him change poses anyway.

You looked up, drinking in the view. He was lazily leaning against the back of the velvet couch,

His hair, with no hat to cover it, stuck to his face messily with sweat. As he adjusted his head, a few strands of curls fell in front of his eyes. His intense stare slightly masked.

Was the room getting hot, or was it just you?

His eyes were locked on you, that stupid smirk still on his face. You sent daggers back to him.

He replied with a wave of his fingers.

You refused to let yours eyes travel any farther than his face, not ready for what kind of images your mind would give you regarding what was underneath the sheet.

“Did you know the Renaissance was pretty famous for constantly expanding its artistic art forms?” A voice smooth as butter filled the silence.

What the hell was he doing?!

“Believe it or not, the naked human was a very big inspiration for many of their paintings. No sheet in sight.”

Some of the women perked up in interest at Lucifer’s words. You couldn’t tell if they were actually interested in what he had to say, or just to hear his voice as it commanded the room’s attention.

“For an era so virtuous,” He teased the last part, reminding you of your discussion days earlier, “They so did love their scandalous marble status.”

He let that sink in, and you rolled your eyes dramatically at him. You couldn’t believe this was how Charlie planned on setting the two of you up.

A candle lit romantic dinner? Nah. A trip to the movies? Boring, apparently.

Were you against the idea of getting closer with the ‘Big Boss of Hell’? Of course not! He made you laugh and was actually interested in your ideas. This was just not how you expected it to go down.

“Keep talking, pretty boy!” One called from behind her easel.

Before he could speak again, the timer shrieked in your palm. You shot up from your seat, clasping your hands together loudly.

You turned your back to Lucifer as you began instructing the class, showing them a few techniques on how to straighten their lines, and how to hold their pencil just the right way that would give them a much thicker line for specific parts of the body.

“Alright, now, we’re going to have the model switch positions.”

Grabbing the paper that held all the different poses, you held it out to him, your finger tapping against the specific one in question. It showed the figure in a front facing view, one hand closed in a fist supported their chin, the other tucked neatly underneath. As if they were listening intently to some hot gossip.

“I’m afraid I can’t see what‘s on the paper. Perhaps, if you come a little closer and show me?

You groaned internally, he was enjoying this too much. You strided over to him. His gaze followed you, his grin only widening as you closed in on where he laid.

“You need to turn facing them,” You commanded the King himself. He pivoted, his body fully facing the group of gawking onlookers. He gave them a wink, and they hid behind their easels, their whispers fast and beathless.

“Now, you have to move your arm.. like this.” You spoke, reaching out one hand. You hesitated for a minute. You’ve never been so.. upfront with like this.

Reaching down, you gently circled your fingers around his wrist. Slowly, you allowed your hand to slip down, reaching his forearm.

His body was hot to the touch, and you felt like melting right then and there. Maybe it was time just to accept defeat, this man was just too good looking.

You felt the muscles of his arms shift, and you halted for a half a second.

Did he just tense?

Maybe you weren’t the only one who could be teased.

You guided his arm forward, and then up. Sliding your fingers, ever so gently, around his knuckles. You squeezed, and his hand enclosed into a fist. You guided it underneath his chin.

“Touchy today, aren’t we?” He spoke quietly to you, his voice dripping with velvet allure as you positioned him as the image on the paper showed.

“You be quiet.” You scolded him, trying your best to bring on your most serious face.

His quiet chuckle in response made you drop the face instantly. It was obvious you were pretty bad at this kind of thing, at least compared to Lucifer.

You grabbed his other arm, and gently tugged it underneath. Letting it lay neatly below him.

Taking a step back, you admired your work.

You were going to return to your seat, before a thought crossed your mind. You took a step forward, closing in on Lucifer again.

“And one more thing…” You started.

Using two fingers, you grazed the bottom of his chin, firmly pressing upward. Instinctually, his head followed the motion. He met your eyes, his gaze intensifying.

“Good boy.” You teased, your voice laced with a hint of sultry satisfaction.

You didn’t miss his pupils dilating into slits and his breath hitching slightly. You just turned on your heels, not giving him a second glance before returning to your seat.

You tilted your head at him slightly, looking at him through your eyelashes. Your lips curling into a provocative smirk as you gripped the timer.

Maybe now this would be an even match.

“Begin.”

Time flew by once more, and this time, Lucifer refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he was purely focused on the easels in front him.

“Tell me, my dear artist,” He began, addressing the demon woman before him. Her eyes widened when she realized he was speaking to her.

“If we were back in the Renaissance, would I make quite the muse?”

“Pardon?” The lady asked timidly, her voice coming out in a whisper.

“How about a statue? Think about that. Tall, Marble-skinned, and… lacking this rather uncomfortable cloth.”

The woman’s face turned bright red. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue refusing to cooperate. Lucifer knew how to play this game well.

Then, he turned his head to you.

“What about you, stranger? Would you think i’d look good in such a form?”

You crossed your legs, leaning back in your chair.

“If the statue could stay quiet, while the class finished their work. Then, perhaps.”

The angel huffed, averting his gaze. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face, before continuing his blank stare at the wall.

The timer in your palm rang once more. You lifted yourself out of the chair. This was it, the last pose.

You strided back to Lucifer, his smoldering gaze on your figure as you approached.

For this pose, he needed to be off his stomach. You weren’t going to roll him like a log, or go anywhere near his torso. That was too brazen of an act for you to commit to, at least with all the eyes on you. Instead, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the white sheet. You tugged with all your might.

With an oomph he rolled along with it, he shoulder blades digging into the cushions as he landed exactly where you wanted.

Before the ladies could get even a glimpse, you hurriedly adjusted the sheet back onto him.

“Impressive, bending the devil himself to your will.” He commented as you continued to adjust his arms.

Ignoring him, you moved onto his legs, positioning them slightly.

“Careful~” He chided.

You said nothing to that either. Once he was in the correct pose, you released him. You glanced at his hair, now messily covering his face.

You reached forward and, splaying your fingers, pushed his hair back behind his head. You let your nails softly graze his scalp before you tugged them free.

“Sorry, can’t have your curls covering your face for the girls back there.”

“I bet they wished they were in your position,” Lucifer hummed “Few rarely are.”

You chuckled softly, “Please, the view looks better from back there.”

He let out an audible “Ha!” as the words left your lips and you turned away from him once more. You knew that must’ve stung, sending a blow to the prideful king’s ego.

Thirty minutes went by as you sat there, you spent more time examining your hands than meeting the gaze of the angel across the room.

This had turned into quite an eventful class, you couldn’t lie. You also didn’t expect such a shameless attitude from Lucifer, he was much more timid back in your painting room. Perhaps there was a side of him you still had yet to meet.

To be honest, sitting here, watching the clock tick by, you were pretty surprised this man had managed to stay near-perfectly still these past few hours.

Another thirty, and the timer rang its last chime. You had been positioned behind the drawing ladies, giving them critiques on their work.

You ignored the fact it was Lucifer you kept staring at on their canvas, instead simply regarding it as charcoal lines in need of straightening.

You wished them farewell at the doorway as they left. You hoped they had at least a pleasant time, since they’d have at least a good story to tell to their girlfriends over the phone.

Shutting the door with a soft thud, you sat there for a moment before your shoulders dropped in exhaustion. You honestly weren’t used to that kind of atmosphere, since your work consisted of you alone in a quiet room all day.

Taking a few steps backwards farther into the room, your gaze landing on the couch atop the platform. It was empty. Your eyes widened, did Lucifer just leave you here?

You rushed out of the classroom and strode into the lobby, searching for any signs of him.

“Wow, that little sneaky piece of-”

“I’m right here.” Came a familiar voice behind you.

You jumped, whipping around to find Lucifer dressed fully. Hat and all. Now this is what you were used to. Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow.

“What was that back there?” You motioned to the room behind you.

“My daughter invited me to look good in front of people and I did an outstanding job, as usual.”

“As the model? You couldn’t have just used your position as King to get a spot behind the easel instead?”

Lucifer grinned widely, leaning back against the wall. Could this have been his plan, and not Charlie’s? Now you weren’t so sure.

“Unfortunately, not many of us have a skill as perfected as yours with a brush.”

You accepted that praise. You had worked hard for it.

“And, not many people have as great of a photogenic face as me. So, we’re square.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked away. Lucifer kept pace as you both exited the studio, heading toward the curb.

“That reminds me,” Lucifer halted, reaching into his pocket to fish for something.

You stopped beside him, the mystery item in his coat pocket piquing your interest.

“I fixed it!” He held the the paint-vomiting rubber duck out to you, wiggling it in delight.

“You did?”

“That’s right. This bad boy can now pop out six different colors, you just have to pull its beak.”

“That actually really cool,” You laughed, taking the rubber toy from him. You turned it in your hands, maybe later you’d pretty it up with some fresh paint.

You looked up at him again, his golden eyes shimmering from the bright neon backdrop. You have much more to say to him, but your thoughts were jumbled from the day. There was one, though.

“You know, next time you should just ask.” You gripped the duck firmly in the palm of your hand, lowering your arm.

“Ask what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Luci. You’re telling me you hijacked my class because you had a change in career choice?”

His smile turned playful again, and he pivoted to face you, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Maybe, maybe not. That depends if i’ll be seeing you next week?” His eyes met yours with a questioning stare.

You gave him a warm-hearting smile, nodding your head.

“As always.”

His smile widened, and with a tap of his staff. Golden waves cascaded around you. It wasn’t cold, like Alastors. Instead, it was warm and relieving, like face planting into your pillows after an exhausting day.

As your vision began to obscure, you saw his face peak into the cascades of light, his hand reaching forward.

“I almost forgot.” His voice echoed, distorted by the magic as it circled them.

His hand enclosed around your own, and planted a kiss right onto your wrist. His lips lingered for a moment, as did his grip around your hand, as if your time together was too fleeting to let go.

You promised silently it wasn’t.

The light rushed over you suddenly, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep from being blinded. Lucifer’s touch vanishing with your sight.

Feeling your feet planting on solid ground, your eyes widened to familiar surroundings of the hotel lobby. You were home, and Lucifer was no where in sight.

“Hey, Hot Cakes!” Angel Dust called, still seated in the same spot at the bar, “How’d it go?”

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🤍 alright, let me know what you think of this!! your comments are appreciated, esp if you have any ideas on what to do next!

💜 the kisses are getting higher! part 3?

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #did i do the sexy good?#my asexual ass is trying y’all #this man has been in one ep and we’re all snarling over him jesus

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halfway-happyyy · 16 days ago

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wasted on each other {frank castle}

synopsis: the one where frank teaches his girl a lesson on communication. minors DNI !

warnings: public sex, spanking, unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, praise, frank is a little (consensually!) mean to his girl in this. fluff-filled ending because you can never go wrong with those.

Frank Castle has never prided himself on much, but if there's one thing he reckons he does well, it's being an attentive partner. Like how most times, all he has to do to see what she wants or needs is just to look at her. How he can tell just by the precise shade of her eyes, whether she needs a tight hug, or a plate of bolognese from Nello’s down the street, or a hard, thorough fucking. Tonight, it’s the latter.

She’s been bratty for days now. Their schedules have been so up and down the last week that to him, they're like two ships passing in the night. Even he feels their recent lack of intimacy acutely; it's in the heavy ache of his balls and perhaps in his own shortness with her.

He brings the frosty neck of the beer bottle to his lips and takes a sip. Savours the slightly bitter fizz on his tongue, before cocking his head to the side in question.

“When’s the last time you ate somethin’ kid?”

“Around noon, Frank,” She takes a long sip from her own bottle before shrugging. “Guess I must have forgotten to video chat you while I was doing it.”

Irritation flares warm and raw just beneath the surface of his skin as he levels his gaze with hers.

“This mouth you've been givin’ me for the last coupla days is getting real fuckin’ old, you know that?”

He expects her to shy back now; it’s usually how these situations go down, but to his surprise, a smirk ghosts the edges of her lips.

She's feelin' brave tonight.

“Yeah, is it getting on your nerves, Frank?”

He nods. “Every last fuckin’ one ‘em, kid.” He leans toward her across the table and raises his voice slightly to be heard above the din of the dive bar. “You know the drill, baby. If you need somethin’ from me, all you gotta do is ask.”

She elicits a laugh that bears no warmth. “I don’t need anything from you, Frank.” And yet, she can’t even look him in the eye when she says it.

“I think you're forgetting that I bite harder than that tone of yours ever could.”

That does it. He watches the blush seep into the apples of her cheeks and sits back in his chair with a shit-eating grin.

She opens her mouth to say something back, but then David and Sarah are there, and Frank watches satisfied, as the venom fizzles in her throat.

“Would you two excuse us for a second?” He asks. “She forgot something in the truck.”

David waves it off. “Yeah but don't take too long, we still gotta agree on a karaoke song. I'm thinking something along the lines of Tarzan Boy or Hungry Heart…”

The goosebumps that bloom in waves on Frank’s arms have less to do with the April evening chill and more to do with the anticipation of what the evening is about to hold. Wordlessly, he backs her up against the rough brick wall of the bar and takes her face in his hands.

“Look at me, kid.”

She hesitates a beat before meeting his gaze.

“What’s gotten into you recently, huh?”

She opens her mouth to say something, but all Frank catches is a breathless whimper.

“I find it interesting that all that mouth of yours has done the past couple of days is spew bullshit, but now that I have you out here, you're powerless to say anything of substance.”

She swallows hard before murmuring, “I need you, Frank.”

There it is.

“No fuckin’ shit, kid. Open up for me,” He kicks at her ankles to widen her stance. They're in the mouth of the dank alleyway, entirely unshielded by anyone walking by, and the notion of it causes Frank’s dick to swell in the crotch of his jeans. He reaches beneath her dress, and as his fingertips make the familiar journey up her inner thigh, he curses to himself when he realizes she's forgone underwear for the evening. He leans forward so that his lips are mere inches away from the shell of her ear.

“You don't need anything from me, though, right?” His fingers slide back and forth against the warm slick of her slit with ease. “You said that earlier. But you’re wearing a fuckin’ dress without underwear tonight, and I can feel how wet you are right now, so I know you're bluffing. Yeah, what I think you need from me is a goddamn attitude adjustment.”

He presses a little harder so that the first couple inches of his fingers sink into her and smirks when he feels her squirm beneath him.

“Think I should fuck you right here and now, baby. Give you exactly what you want. Make you walk back into that bar with my come drippin’ down your legs, so that every single person there knows what kind of a girl you've been lately, hm? How does that sound?”

“Fuck, Frank.” she whines.

He elicits a bark of a laugh and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t think so, baby. Turn around.”

While he waits patiently for her to do as she's told, he casts a quick glance around to be sure they’re still alone. His time serving in the military - the gift that truly kept on giving - had left him with a permanent nagging in the back of his mind that there were always a set of eyes on him somewhere.

“Hike your dress up for me, please. Attagirl.”

Again, she does as she’s told, one hand holding up the material, the other bracing herself against the jagged edges of the wall, and Frank makes a mental note to kiss away the bruises on the palms of her hands later on. He reaches down to rub a warm palm over the rounded curve of her ass cheek and marvels at the way she quivers beneath him despite not having been touched yet. He watches, mesmerized, as goosebumps mar the normally smooth planes of her skin and licks his lips.

“Stand still, and do your best to take this like a good girl, yeah?” He leans in to press a chaste kiss to the nape of her neck, and without warning, lifts his hand high and brings it down against her ass with a resounding thwack.

She jerks beneath him, and Frank surmises that she's got her bottom lip wedged between her teeth because the only sound she makes is a muffled whimper. And Jesus, he’s gotta get his erection in check before they head back into the bar.

“You really gotta start communicatin’ better with me, baby,” He growls before letting fly a flurry of stinging smacks. He stops the barrage to tease a calloused fingertip down the stripe of her weeping cunt, earning him a desperate, high-pitched moan. “Shh, sh, it’s alright,” he coaxes hoarsely. “I’ve got you.” His forehead falls to the curve of her shoulder, and he takes a deep breath in, trying in vain to ignore the heaving ache in his balls. “God, I swear sometimes you test me just to get this kind of treatment.” Frank delivers a couple more unforgiving slaps, and rasps, “I really think you could come for me like this. I think that the pain is half the pleasure for you. I’m sure all I’d have to do is push a couple fingers back into this tight pussy of yours, and I could have you falling apart around them in seconds flat.”

His words have a tremendous effect on her, and when she whispers, “please, Frankie…” he can hear how wrecked her voice is; how consumed with need she is for him, and the smile that pulls the corners of his lips upward borders maliciousness.

Frank clicks his tongue and gives his head a half-shake. “And there are those manners I’ve been missin’ all week. Funny, how that happens, huh?” He presses another quick kiss to the side of her neck, caressing a palm around the warm, raw skin of her ass cheek, and gently pulls her dress back down over her body. “Now. You and I are gonna head back into that bar, and if you’re good, you’ll get the rest later. Nod that pretty head of yours if you’re alright with that.” Even under the caliginous light provided by the street lamps, Frank can see that her pupils are blown wide with lust.

She swallows hard and nods her head.

“Good.” He kisses her temple and flexes his fist a couple of times, willing the blood to flow to other parts of his body than just his dick. “After you, sweetheart.”

The ride home is mostly silent, save for the muffled sound of the FM radio in the background. Frank’s trying his best to concentrate on the unusually heavy Friday evening traffic, but with the rock-hard erection he’s sporting, it’s certainly not the easiest task he’s ever accomplished. He steals a quick glance at his passenger; notices that despite the chill, her skin bears a subtle sheen of perspiration. Her eyes are closed, and her chest rises and falls in a measured manner, as if she’s trying her best to focus on something.

Frank averts his gaze back to the road and clears his throat. “How badly do you wanna touch yourself right now, baby? And so help me God, if you give me another bullshit smart-ass answer, I'll deny your orgasms for the next week.”

She turns to look at him. “I want it so bad, Frank.”

A smirk twitches on his lips. “Go ahead, then.”

He watches from his periphery as she props a leg up against his dashboard and hikes her dress up past her thighs for the second time that evening. She sucks two fingers into her mouth, getting them slick with her spit, and then dances them down the front of her body to her clit. She goes easy on herself at first, pressing slow, firm circles into her swollen bundle of nerves, and Frank doesn't have to check to know she's likely already dripping down her legs, and onto the buttery leather beneath her.

“How does that feel, hm?”

Her eyes close, and all she can manage is a low, desperate mewl, and at this point, Frank's starting to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of blood to his brain.

“I know you can do better than that, sweetheart. Give yourself some more.”

She does as she’s told and inserts a finger into her hot, wet core, and it’s all Frank can do to keep from groaning out loudly.

“Like this, Frankie?” Her breathy voice is barely above a whisper, and he nods his head at her in approval.

“Exactly like that. Keep goin’.”

“Wish it was your cock,” She whimpers.

Her words send what feels like every ounce of blood left in his body back to his dick, and his knuckles whiten as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “I’m sure you do, baby. But I'm still not convinced you've earned it yet.”

She pushes a second finger into herself and cries out at the sensation, her other hand still pressing roving circles into her clit. It’s quiet in the truck; the only audible noises between them now are the obscene sounds her fingers make as she fucks herself with them, and the wrecked moans that erupt from somewhere deep inside of her every couple of seconds. Frank can tell she’s close; can see it in the way her legs shake under the waves of pleasure that crash over her. Can actually just hear it.

“Stop,” he orders firmly.

She’s too wrapped up in what she’s doing, so close to the precipice she can’t turn back, but Frank isn’t having another second of it. He wraps a large hand around her wrist and squeezes tightly. “You don’t get to come yet. Stop.”

With a frustrated sigh, her ministrations cease, and her head drops back against the leather rest behind her. She removes her legs from his dash and smoothes her dress back down. “Fuck, Frank, I was so close-

Irritation flares again, in tandem with the throbbing of his cock. “Is that damn mouth comin’ back again?”

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head no.

“I didn’t think so.”

When they finally roll to a halt in front of the apartment, he lets the truck idle a moment before speaking again.

“I need a minute here, kid. You go in without me.” He lifts the back of her hand to his lips and kisses it before setting it down. “Go on, I’ll be right behind ya. And don’t even think about touching yourself. Is that clear?”

She nods once. “Crystal.”

As Frank watches her disappear in the orange glow of the front foyer, he wonders briefly how he got so lucky with her. Taking a couple of deep, steadying breaths, he turns the ignition over and sits in the ticking silence. Yeah, part of this evening is about wanting her to know how important proper communication is to him. But mostly, he just wants her to know how utterly significant she is and how her thoughts, opinions, and feelings matter to him more than she could ever know.

Their apartment is entirely void of any noise when he enters it, but the sliver of golden light from the lamp in their bedroom spills out onto the hardwood floor in front of it, and beckons him forth. He steps into their room wordlessly and drops down onto the edge of their bed with a sigh. She’s opposite him, against the far wall, her gaze sharp yet glassy, in equal measure.

“C’mere, kid.” His hoarse voice never rises above a whisper.

She walks over to where he’s sat, stopping just shy of him completely.

“Come a little closer,” She does as she’s told, and she’s so close to him that he can feel the sheer heat radiating from her. “Will you take this off for me?” He’s got the hem of her dress in his grasp.

She nods and steps back to shuck the material from her body for the final time. Her, entirely nude before him is a sight he reckons he’ll never truly tire of because every time it happens, it feels like the first time all over again.

He holds her gaze for what feels like years before finally murmuring - “you really are breathtaking, y'know that?”

Her sighs sharply before shrugging. “Only you think so, Frank.”

He shakes his head. “No way, kid. Come back over here.” They regard each other with a rare intensity, and without breaking eye contact, he reaches for her hand and interlocks their fingers together. It never ceases to amaze him, just how perfectly they fit together and how sometimes it feels like they were supposed to meet from the very beginning of everything.

She clears her throat before whispering, “I need you, Frank.”

And there it is.

He stands from the bed to take her face in his hands and kisses her deeply. Though their push and pull is languid in every way imaginable, an underlying frenzy lingers just beneath the surface of it. Her taste on his tongue is so familiar, so intrinsically her, that it very nearly causes tears to prick behind his eyes. When he pulls away to study her, he can’t help noticing the way her lips glisten with their shared saliva.

“You have me, kid. All of me.”

“Even when I’m being a brat?” She simpers.

Frank guffaws. “Yeah, even then.”

Her fingers paw at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “May I?”

He nods. “It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

She makes quick work of unlooping the belt from his jeans and letting the denim pool on the floor around his feet. He shucks the cotton tee shirt from his torso, tossing it somewhere off to the side. He doesn’t miss the look in her eyes as she watches him shimmy the boxers from his legs, and the way his cock, finally freed from the confines of his boxers, slaps up against his abdomen. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and groans out as the cool bedroom air kisses his warm skin, and swiping a fingertip under his swollen head, he catches the string of pre-come dripping from it and brings it to her parted lips. She happily obliges him, sucking his finger into her mouth and groaning around it at the salty-sweet taste of him on her tongue.

“Fuck,” Frank curses when he feels his dick jump at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth. “Get on the bed for me, will ya?”

She doesn’t need any coaxing, leaving Frank’s side in a hurry to settle herself against the down pillows.

He crawls onto the bed, spits into the palm of his hand, and takes his cock in his fist, knowing exactly how much she loves watching him touch himself. He feels a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, but does nothing to wipe it away, instead focusing on stroking himself hard, and tight. “Jesus,” he growls, head falling back in ecstasy.

“How does that feel, Frankie?” She asks, mirroring his own query from before.

“It's nothin’ compared to you, sweetheart.”

He stops his ministrations with a low groan, and shimmies closer to her, lining the head of his cock up against her. “Think you've earned it yet?” He rubs himself up and down the length of her slick slit, and slaps his cock thrice against her swollen clit, making her cry out into the still bedroom air before them. “Answer me, beautiful.”

“Probably not, Frankie.”

That makes him laugh. “Yeah, you're right, baby. Probably not. But, I'm gonna give it to you anyway.” In one swift motion, he's buried to the hilt inside of her, her all-consuming warmth causing Frank's head to drop back unbridled pleasure.

“Oh my god, Frank.” She whimpers, tensing involuntarily around him.

He inhales deeply and traces a reassuring fingertip from her hip, up to her ribs. “Just take a deep breath, baby. I know it's a lot. I know I normally go slow with ya,” she inhales deeply, and slowly but surely, her walls loosen a little around him. “Ugh fuck, attagirl.”

Sheathing himself inside of her is one of those things he knows he'll never forget. It’s impossibly warm and so tight it’s almost painful- but it's also easily the most satisfied he's ever been. He goes slowly at first - he wants to make sure she can feel every inch of him as he splits her open. His head drops to her collarbone, and a long sigh pushes past his parted lips.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

He slams his hips home again, causing her to spasm around him at the dizzying sensation of it all. His lips have found that achingly delicate part of her neck again, where they lick and suck and nibble and leave miniscule bruises in their wake.

Mementos.

He ruts into her shamelessly now; the aching push and pull of his cock inside of her has them both breathing heavily, ready, and awaiting the nearing end. Resting on the support of his elbows, his large, warm hands move to cradle her head, and he kisses her temple tenderly. He's close now; his steadied movements fall in and out of rhythm, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of her with each powerful thrust. She arches into him, bettering the angle at which he’s driving into her, and purposely rakes her fingernails across the toned flesh of his back. He groans loudly at this particular sensation - his relationship with pain has always been a complicated one. Tilting his head back, his eyes close and his mouth falls slack with mounting pleasure.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Talk to me.” his hiss is so low, it's almost lost beneath the explicit sounds of their fucking.

There was no way he was going for a marathon tonight. Not with all of the build-up beforehand.

She drags a sharp fingernail down the front of his chest and squeezes him. “Let go for me, Frank. I want all of it.”

His brows furrow, and his mouth twists up in a tight O. Tossing his head back, his hips still against hers, and he fills her to the brim with his warm release. He'll never get over the feeling of finishing inside of her. The warm, wet hug of her walls as they continue milking the orgasm from his softening cock. “Fuck, baby…” He whines.

Utterly spent and still riding the high of post-orgasm haze, his forehead drops to the crook of her neck where he allows himself a moment of respite before slipping from her heat and rolling back onto the space of bed beside her. It’s mostly silent in the room while they try to regulate their breathing; the only other noise being the slight pitter-patter of drizzle on glass window panes and the odd car horn in the distance. Frank turns on his side and gestures for her to turn over too so that he can curl up around her, and she happily obliges him.

After a while, she excuses herself to use the washroom, and for some reason, Frank feels her absence immediately. When she doesn't come back right away, he leaves the comfort of their bed to investigate. He finds her in the shower, a guttering candle the only source of light in the room.

“May I join you?” He asks quietly.

She hesitates a moment before saying, “Course you can, Frank.”

He steps into the shower behind her, taking note of the redness remaining on the rounded curve of her butt cheek. His brows furrow as he rubs a gentle palm over it and asks if she's alright.

“I'm perfectly fine, Frank.” she smiles.

He regards her for a while before sighing heavily.

“You know I love you, right?”

Her eyes widen at his words. He doesn't allow himself to say it often, but he needs her to know he feels it for her with every fiber of his being.

“Frank, I-

He shakes his head. He has to get it out before he loses his nerve entirely. “You are the most important thing in my life, and I just need you to know that I value every single aspect of you,” he clears his throat, trying in vain to rid the emotion from it. “Your opinions, your thoughts on things, your feelings - all of it matters to me, kid. Its why I put such an emphasis on communication between us,” he closes the gap between them to brush the warm pad of his thumb over her cheek. “I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like it didn't.”

A small smile blooms on her face that has the power to set his entire mind at ease.

“I love you too, Frank.”

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year ago

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

summary: when you ask about your boyfriend's home, you get more than you bargained for; but considering it's him, you don't mind, right?

pairing: jade x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, a little suggestive, nonsexual nudity; i’m suffering from a serious case of eel on the brain so you must suffer with me; can’t stop thinking about bioluminescent eel brothers and just mixed that in with jade’s ceremonial robes home screen lines

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“I’m captivated by the human custom of changing clothes to suit the occasion,” Jade hummed as deft fingers tied your previously crooked tie and then straightened out the collar of your uniform shirt. “It reminds me of fish who change their scales to match their environment.”

“That sounds like an interesting ability to have,” you chuckled as you combed the long black strand of hair behind his ear, mesmerised by the way the ambient light of the nearly empty Mostro Lounge reflected in his heterochromic eyes. Even with him sitting down and you standing between his legs, he was tall enough to where you were nearly on eye-level. “I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess mers don’t really wear clothes then?”

“It depends on the mer, really, though accessorising is far more common than what you humans would consider clothes. Those in brighter waters seem to enjoy bejewelling themselves for outings, though it doesn’t serve much of a purpose in the deep.” Jade smiled, though this smile lacked the usual nerve-wrecking edge it held when others were around. When he was satisfied with his work, his hands slid down to rest on your waist.

“On top of having to learn how to walk, having to wear all these layers of clothing must have felt really restricting,” you said, your hand mapping the path from his jaw down to his shoulder to play with the lapels of his blazer. “Though I have to say, you do look very good in your school uniform.”

“Fufu, you flatter me, my pearl,” the merman chuckled. “Even so, you look much more lovely in anything you wear. I’m still not accustomed to clothes with excess fabric. My people aren’t like aquarium fish with their long tail fins, after all.”

“I’m still in awe you managed to pull off this transformation of body and habitat so gracefully,” you thought out loud. “If my living conditions changed so drastically, I would’ve felt like a fish out of water… Quite literally, I guess.”

“Admittedly, those first months were rather rough, that’s true. But the world above the Coral Sea holds so many new experiences, I do not regret my decision.” His hands gently squeezed your sides at that, his eyes never leaving yours. Faintly you wondered whether his people could enrapture humans with just their gaze or if it was your own heart which rendered you defenceless against him.

“I’m also glad you came here, Jade,” you confessed, voice coming out barely above a whisper. This time you couldn’t stop your palms from cupping his cheeks between them as he brought you just close enough to where Azul couldn’t reprimand him for indecency. “Would you mind telling me more about the differences you experienced? I want to learn more about your home, too.”

“Gladly,” the moray smiled at you and it warmed your heart despite the hint of sharp teeth showing through. “Let’s see… Ah, I enjoy looking up at the stars, especially when out in the mountains. It’s a very different feeling than from the ocean and it makes me forget the passage of time, even though I have no particular interest in astrology.”

“Sounds like a date in the making, if you ask me,” you grinned knowingly. Every so often, Jade pestered you into switching clubs to the mountain lovers club and while you had yet to relent, you did join him on hikes frequently.

“I will hold you to that,” he promised, eyes crinkling at the edges as if he had gotten just what he wanted. Knowing him, he probably had been gunning for exactly that without you noticing. “Now then, what else did I find astounding when I first came here? Most of it are probably minor things to you, like sneezing, cracking your joints or getting a sunburn. Still hearing the first two was very alarming initially. Azul and I thought Floyd had broken a bone.”

“To be fair, sometimes it does sound like something went incredibly wrong when someone cracks their spine or neck,” you shuddered, reminded of the sounds Ace and Deuce had produced in the past which had you halfway to the nurses office already. “A sunburn must have been a nasty surprise though.”

“That it was,” Jade sighed. “There’s hardly anything worse than drying out for a merman, so we didn’t spend much time in the sun anyway. But to learn that a human’s skin is so easily burned by something they need for their health… Speaking of sunlight, considering it does not reach the depths of my home, everything seemed excessively bright up here too in the beginning.”

“Woah, maybe I underestimated how cold and dark your home is, by my standards at least. Like, no sunlight at all? I’d probably freeze,” you laughed, goosebumps forming under your blazer and shirt at the mere thought.

“Hm, I guess it must seem so to you. When I first learnt about the summer temperatures at land I also thought it wouldn’t be bearable,” Jade chuckled, a spark of mischief in his eyes that you couldn’t place yet. “But an environment devoid of light gives way to many new possibilities in which life can evolve. Sure, you have to always be on guard for what’s lurking around the next corner but you also get to appreciate the colourful glow of bioluminescent fish and plants.”

“The first part sounds terrifying, to be quite honest.” You knew he only ever brought these things up to get a reaction out of you but you still wondered what his life was like to be able to say it with such a calm expression. Instead, you chose to focus on something more pleasant. “Though the bioluminescence sounds beautiful. Back home there were beaches where algae turned the sand and waves a fluorescent blue, so I wonder what it would look like underwater.”

“Would you like to see?” Jade asked, one hand sneaking from your waist to intertwine his fingers with yours. Anticipation was almost tangible in the air, yet you couldn’t figure out why for the life you. So despite the hairs on your neck standing on end, you nodded. Immediately, Jade had risen to his full height and was pulling you along through Octavinelle’s winding hallways.

“Jade! Where are we going?” You laughed, not expecting the sudden switch up. Though that was probably on you; despite hiding it much better than his brother, Jade still tended to do only what was fun to him.

“Oh, you’ll see,” your boyfriend smiled conspiratorially over his shoulder, eyes twinkling like a kid’s on Christmas. He was seriously cute when he got excited about something, even if it meant finding yourself at the end of his teasing more often than not. Considering he was very fond of growing all sorts of things in his terrariums, perhaps he had managed to raise some sort of luminescent plant and this was a ploy for him to gush about his terrariums?

Confusion set in once more, however, when you walked in a different direction than his room. Sure, you didn’t know the structure of Octavinelle all too well but you’d think you’d find the one room you had visited most in the dorm. Wracking your brain in order to figure out what was happening in his, you almost bumped into the moray as he came to a halt in front of one of the many doors. You had never been here before, so you braced yourself for any- and everything as he twisted the doorknob.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of salt and the humidity in the air. Then you noted how you couldn’t see anything in the pitch black darkness. As if he heard your thoughts, a small, dim light flickered on above, revealing tiled floors leading up to a large pool. Of course Octavinelle would have a pool of this size.

Following Jade to the edge of the pool, you peered into the water to find only your reflection staring back at you from the water, the lack of light turning it from clear to near intransparent.

“Seems kinda of irresponsible to cultivate plants or fish in a school swimming pool, don’t you think?” You voiced your doubts as you remembered why you came here in the first place. “How deep is this thing anyway? I can’t see anything in there.”

“Who said anything about fish or plants?” Jade’s chuckle reverberated around the room from behind you and when you turned to see what was so funny, you saw him neatly folding his uniform blazer before starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Wait, hold on.” You held up your hands as you tried putting one and one together, just to end up at three. “Not that I particularly mind where this is going but what’s happening right now?”

There was a shit-eating grin stretching across Jade’s lips and revealing his sharp teeth as he shrugged off his shirt, sauntering over to where you were standing as he slipped his gloves off.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to see bioluminescence for yourself?” At his newfound proximity, you quickly averted your eyes from his swimmer’s body, to feign at least some form of decency, which seemed to amuse him even more. “Have I never told you that my people possess a form of bioluminescence ourselves?”

“You conveniently forgot to mention that.”

“An oversight on my part, my apologies,” Jade hummed, a hand placed over his heart, sounding not sorry at all.

“That aside, it’s not like I brought any swimwear,” you sighed, looking at his eyes and decidedly nowhere else. “Nor can I breathe or open my eyes in saltwater.”

Out of thin air, seemingly, Jade procured a small phial of shimmering liquid; the same one Azul had given to you when you went to the Coral Sea. At his unreadable smile, you raised an eyebrow but nonetheless took the potion from him. “How much of this did you plan out?”

“Fufu, do you really think I would carefully steer a conversation a certain way just to give me an excuse to bring you here?” When your answer was a resounding ‘yes’, he grinned even wider. “I see, this is the impression you have of me.”

“Also, this still doesn’t solve our first predicament,” you reminded him, yet already finding your resolve to deny him weakening. Damn the effect he had on you.

“I can’t see the predicament you speak of at all,” Jade mused, hands landing on your hips again as his fingers pinched the fabric of your uniform. “Perhaps this is a good chance for you to experience how a merperson would feel, swimming freely without any restrictive layers. You were so eager to learn earlier.”

“Jade Leech, are you suggesting I go skinny dipping in a public college pool?” You only received a closed-eye smile as a response as his hands tugged more of your shirt out of your pants. “I can’t believe you. And I can’t believe myself for going along with this…”

The vice housewarden was more than okay with undoing his former handiwork and helping you out of your tie, blazer and shirt. When it was time to remove the rest of your clothes, he left you to your own devices to do the same. For a second you contemplated leaving on your underwear but decided against it at the thought of having to walk back to your dorm with it either soaked or missing.

A splash behind you drew your attention as you draped your last article of clothing over the back of a chair you had found and you chugged down the potion, then ambled over to the pool’s edge again. Dipping your toes in, you breathed a sigh of relief when the water wasn’t too frigid, yet still settled for sitting down and hanging your legs in first.

After a minute or so of acclimating to the temperature, you wondered where your boyfriend had gone, unable to see anything in the dark water. Just then, a cold hand wrapped around your ankle. Despite knowing what -or rather who- it was, you still jerked your leg upwards, but it wasn’t like you got very far, Jade’s strength keeping you exactly where you were. A pair of mismatched eyes stared at you from right under the surface before Jade’s head emerged and broke through the water’s surface.

“Looks like I caught myself a pearl,” he mused before gliding his webbed fingers up your bare claves, sending a jolt up your spine, but not from the coldness. Crossing his arms over your knees, he laid his head down on them so he could look at you properly, his bare chest resting against your legs. If it weren’t for the long shadow of his tail moving right under the water’s surface, he would have reminded you of an overgrown housecat.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do now?” You played along, running your hand through his wet, teal hair and gently caressing the fins where his ears would be. Sighing under your touch, his long nails absentmindedly traced over your thighs, careful not to hurt you. “Please don’t eat me.”

Cracking his left eye open at your teasing, he pressed a lingering kiss above your knee, his teeth lightly gracing the skin there as he pulled away. Definitely not enough to hurt in any way, but enough to remind you of the danger he could pose; a notion that sent adrenaline racing through your body for all the wrong reasons. He winked at you, maybe as a promise for later. “We’ll see about that.”

As he parted from you, he pushed himself up in a display of awe-inspiring core strength and pulled you against him by your waist and thighs, taking you with him as he slowly sank under the surface again. Your hands tried finding purchase on his shoulders, yet continued to slip over the slick covering his skin. Jade, however, had no difficulties holding on to you.

On instinct you had closed your eyes and held your breath as you submerged but the careful caress of a thumb over your cheekbone prompted you to open them and take a tentative lungful of air. Just as back in the Coral Sea, the sensation was weird and unfamiliar but you didn’t drown, which you noted down as a pro.

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue as you looked at Jade. Bright spots glowed on his chest and the stripes running over his ribs glowed in an equally stunning teal. Backing up so he was a good arm’s length away, you studied the rest of him, finding that the stripes over his hips as well as clusters of spots on his arms and fins all seemed to be luminescent.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, yet he still pulled you flush against his torso again. Without much hesitation you started tracing the constellations you could reach. “They’re like stars.”

The moray was glad you couldn’t see his face from your position for an uncharacteristically genuine expression of shock decorated his face. Nobody back at home had ever complimented him so genuinely without any ulterior motives. Yes, he had been the one who instigated this little stunt but he hadn’t factored in that you always managed to tug on his heartstrings in the end. At first, he had been a little wary, wondering what you thought about his merform, especially after he had chased you around the sea like this before, but he realised he shouldn’t have worried.

“And you flatter me yet again,” he chuckled instead, tone and expression back to his usual show of amusement. Still, he looped his long tail around your middle once as his hands wandered over your curves and stroked along your skin that was so much more delicate compared to his. “Should I perhaps be wary that you are lowering my defences for nefarious reasons?”

“Ah and here I was hoping you wouldn't notice,” you sighed, fingertips brushing over the bright spots littering his tail as you held his gaze, his yellow eye almost glowing against the darkness that surrounded you. “Despite all the warnings I’ve intended to steal from you. This, to be precise.”

Maybe it was the fact it was just the two of you down here and the rest of the world was forgotten, that drove you to be so straightforward and sappy. But the rhythmic beating of his heart underneath your palm dispelled any feelings of shyness or awkwardness at the -frankly cliché- confession of affection.

Not that Jade seemed to mind either. Before you caught up to what was happening he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips against yours. Perhaps taking the potion earlier was inconsequential after all as Jade moved with the intention of robbing you of all air anyway, the webbed fingers on the back of your head keeping you exactly where he wanted you. You cursed your lungs for burning with the need for oxygen, never having yearned for gills as much as in this moment, if it meant you could keep kissing him for just a second longer. Before he parted from you completely he bit down on your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but just so to leave it tingling from his attention.

“What a silly little darling,” Jade mused, tracing the shallow indents of his teeth with the pad of his thumb as he drank up the expression on your face. The coil of his tail around you grew just a tad tighter, yet still careful not to hurt you, as a sudden wave of possessiveness washed over him. “Everybody knows you can’t steal what’s already yours.”

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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-Four

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: Calla Lily for Beauty

Summary: The Host Club tries to help Misuzu and Mei. (Y/N) and Kyoya are amused.

“Riding the commuter line?” said (Y/N) as they walked with the rest of the Host Club.

“Not my idea of summer break, but Tamaki insisted,” sighed Kyoya.

“And Mei is coming? Not Haruhi?” said (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Kyoya.

“Hm. Tamaki doesn’t seem bothered,” said (Y/N). “Is he planning something?”

“He’s not interested in Mei,” said Kyoya. “This is about Misuzu and Mei, I believe. He’s making sure Mei’s food is what Misuzu used to make. He’s quite a good cook, and Tamaki believes that may help them rekindle their relationship.”

(Y/N) smiled slightly. “That sounds like Tamaki. I’m curious to know what will happen now. I guess I can go along for this for a while, then.”

“Even getting embarrassed by our associates on the train?” said Kyoya.

(Y/N) sighed. “Even that…”

“Hey, come on, catch up!” said Tamaki, waving his hands. “We have to pick up Mei before going for a ride.”

“She’s not expecting this,” chuckled (Y/N).

“No she is not,” said Kyoya.

“She’s probably expecting you all to prefer the expensive things in life,” said (Y/N).

Kyoya smirked. “We do. Tamaki likes to explore, though.”

“You should try spoiling Haruhi and I more,” said (Y/N). They chuckled. “We’ll feel inclined to bring in more clients.”

“Haruhi has her debt as encouragement,” said Kyoya.

“Then you should spoil me,” said (Y/N). “You never know when I might get bored.”

“I highly doubt you’re leaving,” said Kyoya. “You like us too much.”

“Hm, perhaps I do,” said (Y/N), smiling.

The day of train commuting and visiting shrines went about as (Y/N) and Kyoya had anticipated. Their friends waved at other trains, mimicked the announcements, ate dango, bought talismans from old ladies, and generally brought attention to themselves no matter where they went. Mei was predictably confused and, by the end of the day, exhausted. She had anticipated expensive restaurants, chic boutiques, and spa days, but instead she had gotten the Host Club—and they were lovable but oh-so-energetic (translation: tiring).

Still, Mei did have fun, if she did get embarrassed and exhausted each day. The zoo proved interesting, karaoke was fun, and markets were more fun with friends.

However, as the end of summer break approached, Tamaki’s plan had to come together. He was working at Misuzu’s pensione on the weekend and weekday mornings, making sure to learn how to further help Misuzu and Mei connect again. Haruhi had even joined in—a development which pleased (Y/N). Things—feelings—were far from evolving, but things were…progressing. Haruhi’s heart was beginning to feel more than she realized she could. Tamaki’s was as bright as ever. The words were still missing, but their hearts were there.

The only question was whether or not Tamaki’s plan for Mei and Misuzu would come through. It all came down to Karuizawa once again.

“(Y/N), someone’s at the door,” said their aunt, leaning into their room.

(Y/N) looked up from The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. “For me?”

“Yes,” said their aunt, smiling. “It’s one of those boys from that club you’re in. Kyoya, I think?”

(Y/N) smiled. “He’s here? That’s unexpected.” But nice. They walked to the door of the apartment. “Hi, Kyoya. I didn’t expect you. I thought Tamaki was working on the weekends at the pensione and we got our freedom.” They smiled.

“Tamaki has been discussing his plans, and there is a summer festival at Haruhi’s local shrine,” said Kyoya. “He wants us to have yukatas ready for the event.”

“Always in uniform,” chuckled (Y/N). “Okay, I can find something of my aunt’s to wear.”

“Actually,” said Kyoya. “I was going to offer to get you your own.”

“What?” said (Y/N).

“Your own yukata. Tailored to you, your specifications, your measurements, everything,” said Kyoya.

“…This is unusual. What’s your angle?” said (Y/N).

His angle? His angle was that (Y/N)’s words earlier about spoiling them had piqued his interest. Yes, he knew they were independent and were teasing, but Kyoya wanted to treat them well. They deserved it. (Y/N) was kind, intelligent, quick-witted, ambitious, and every other good quality. Kyoya loved them. His angle was that they deserved to be treated well by someone who loved them.

“You deserve it,” was all Kyoya said, gazing at them.

They were three simple words, yet (Y/N)’s breath caught in their throat. The way he was looking at them made their heartbeat quicken.

“…Thank you,” said (Y/N) softly.

“Of course,” said Kyoya. Always.

“But one rule,” said (Y/N).

Kyoya tiled his head. “A rule?”

“I get to surprise you with what it looks like,” said (Y/N), smiling and taking a chance at something akin to flirting.

Kyoya smiled. “A fair compromise.” He would have something to look forward to, then.

“Kyoya, (Y/N), you made it,” said Honey, smiling. He and Mori already sat inside the pensione at Karuizawa. Unsurprisingly, once all the hosts learned that Haruhi was there with Tamaki, they had begun arriving.

“Of course,” said Kyoya, sitting down.

“We’re here to support Haruhi and Tamaki,” said (Y/N). “And, undoubtedly, create the next phase of the plan for Mei and Misuzu.”

“It’s just Hikaru and Kaoru who are missing,” said Honey.

“They’ll be here,” said Kyoya. “They called me asking where Haruhi was. They know she and Tamaki are here, and they cannot be left out.”

“Oh, look, everyone has finally arrived!” exclaimed Misuzu at the door.

Kyoya and (Y/N) looked up to see Haruhi push Kaoru and Hikaru into the room. Each held a broom and a terrified expression.

“And here they are,” said (Y/N), smiling in amusement.

“I’m so happy! I’ll be counting on you!” said Misuzu.

“Haruhi must have caught them and put them to work,” chuckled (Y/N).

“So, the new help has arrived,” said Kyoya. He smiled as Hikaru and Kaoru looked over to see all the hosts. “Would you get us another cup of tea?”

“I’d like cake and more cake!” said Honey.

Mori nodded hello, and (Y/N) waved.

“You’re all here?” said Haruhi.

“We’re here to help,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“I don’t see any of them cleaning,” said Haruhi doubtfully.

“Contributing to sales is also helping out, right?” said Kyoya.

“Yep!” said Honey.

“Could you really trust them to properly help out?” said (Y/N), glancing at them with great amusement.

Haruhi groaned as she recalled all the mishaps with Tamaki over the last few days. “No.”

“Everyone’s here?!” Tamaki appeared at the top of the stairs and bounded down with a grin. “Great! I need to talk to you all, and fate has brought us together! We will now use our work break hold a Host club meeting, Karuizawa-style!”

“What’s this meeting for? No one’s told us anything,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

“It’s for the Mei and Misuzu Reconciliation Plan, of course,” said Tamaki proudly. “I apologize for my clandestine behavior, but I couldn’t risk Mei diving our intent. However, from now on, I need everyone’s help. Okay? Stage One consists of delivering Misuzu’s love to Mei through his recipes. We’re achieving excellent results due to the magnificent teamwork by Haruhi and me. Mei might not have consciously realized it, but on a spiritual level, she is definitely missing his cooking. Right, Haruhi?”

“Well, I don’t know about spiritual levels…” Haruhi smiled softly. “But it’s clear that Mei doesn’t really hate him. At first I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t understand how she felt, but then I noticed how she reacted to the food I made using Misuzu’s recipes.”

“Then the results aren’t due to the Boss’s plan—they’re due to Haruhi’s culinary expertise,” said Hikaru.

“And now that Stage One has melted the ice around Mei’s heart, it’s time for Stage Two,” said Tamaki, proud despite Hikaru’s words. “In Stage Two, Kyoya will play the part of a lowlife and attack Mei. Then Misuzu will save her!”

“Idiot! Is that your solution to everything?” said Kyoya.

“I think you’d play the role well,” said (Y/N) “innocently.” Kyoya gave them a look, and they chuckled.

“Don’t call me an idiot! I want to try the lowlife plan!” pouted Tamaki.

“Then how about ‘mentally deficient?’ ” said Kyoya.

“Incompetent is a good word,” offered (Y/N).

“But Tama-chan, where would we do that?” asked Honey.

“Great question, Honey! Next week, Haruhi’s neighborhood is having a summer festival at the local shrine,” said Tamaki excitedly. “Misuzu said he took Mei to that festival when she was two years old. It’s a place full of memories for her!”

“She won’t remember if she was two,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

“I told you, we’re reaching her on a spiritual level!” said Tamaki.

“Wouldn’t it be better to remind her of good memories instead of trying to scare her?” said (Y/N), a voice of reason as usual.

“No, we must melt the ice around her heart!” said Tamaki.

“Spiritual levels, souls…You’re just leaving it up to fate, Boss,” said Kaoru.

“Are you going to dress up as a lowlife, Kyoya?” said Hikaru. “We’ll be your stylists!”

“Not I,” said Kyoya.

“What a pity,” sighed (Y/N), shaking their head in fake disappointment.

Kyoya ignored them and the temptation to smile. “As the saying goes, we need the right person for the right job. Surely someone is better for the part.”

Everyone blinked at him. They looked back at Mori. Nervously, Mori raised his hands.

“N-Not me,” he said.

“Oh,” said (Y/N), straightening. “I know.”

“Haruhi looks so cute in her yukata!” exclaimed Tamaki with a blush as he saw her and Mei appear at the festival.

“Super cute!” agreed Honey.

“This place is really bustling,” said Kaoru.

“I smell the food of the commoners. I want yakisoba!” said Hikaru.

“Do they have cake here?” asked Honey.

“Probably not,” said Kyoya, distracted as he looked around for (Y/N).

“They’ll be here soon,” said Honey, noticing his distraction. There was only one person who would cause Kyoya to look around like that.

“Sorry I’m late!” (Y/N) hurried up through the stalls. “My aunt insisted on doing my hair, and it took longer than expected.”

Kyoya turned to look at (Y/N), and his breath caught.

They wore a green yukata with a cream obi. There was a pattern of white calla lilies across the sleeves and bottom of the yukata. Their hair was pinned up with white flower barrettes, and they smiled as they looked at Kyoya. He started when he realized they had makeup on to redden their cheeks and darken their lips.

Simply put, (Y/N) looked classically beautiful. Kyoya couldn’t stop looking at them in the fairy lights of the festival, the golden glow highlighting each of their features.

“You look so nice, (Y/N),” said Honey, smiling. Mori nodded.

“Super cute!” said Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki.

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you.” They glanced at Kyoya surreptitiously. They wanted to see his reaction. Hopefully he liked how they looked…After all, (Y/N) had a solid self-esteem, but they wouldn’t mind getting a compliment from the boy they loved.

“You look lovely, (Y/N),” said Kyoya softly.

(Y/N)’s smile widened. Their heart thumped. “Thank you, Kyoya. You look very handsome yourself.”

Kyoya was always put-together. He had to be. Yet when they complimented him, he felt suddenly prouder of himself. He really loved them, didn’t he?

“Hi, guys,” said Haruhi, walking up to the ground.

Instantly, Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki, Honey, and (Y/N) grinned at her. “You look so cute!”

“Ack!” Haruhi batted them away as they cooed over her adorable appearance.

“Hey!” An irk mark appeared on Mei’s forehead. “I’m wearing a yukata, too!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mei!” said Tamaki, smiling. “The floral pattern of your yukata sets your tan. You’re like a tropical princess. Would you allow me to be your escort this evening, princess?”

“Okay! That’s enough! You’re embarrassing me!” said Mei hurriedly.

“Kyoya, (Y/N),” whispered Haruhi. “Where’s Misuzu?”

“Further observation is necessary before putting the plan in motion,” said Kyoya.

“Misuzu is waiting near the back gate,” said (Y/N).

“The operation launches on our signal,” said Kyoya. “Many of my undercover staff are in the crowd, and I talked to the organizers so there won’t be trouble if things get a little rowdy.”

“Does it have to be such a big deal?” said Haruhi.

“Kyoya is enjoying himself!” said Kaoru and Hikaru.

“He hasn’t played a big role in a while, so he’s probably happy,” said Honey. “A bit of focus on his story would be good after so much Tamaki.”

“What does that mean?” asked (Y/N).

“Nothing,” chirped Honey.

“Things are going nicely. The rest is up to Bossanova, now,” said Kyoya. “It was the right decision to ask him to help.”

“We might as well put his tough appearance to use,” remarked (Y/N).

“So we just wait?” said Haruhi.

“Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Haruhi, lets get some cotton candy!” said Honey.

“No, Honey, yakisoba first!” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

“Look, Haruhi! They have candied apples!” said Tamaki. “Here, I bought you one.”

“Oh, thanks,” said Haruhi, took it.

“There’s a shooting game. Should we try it?” said Tamaki excitedly.

“I’ll pass. There aren’t any prizes I want.”

“Don’t be like that, it’ll be a good experience!”

“Haruhi! They’re playing taiko drums over there!” said Kaoru and Hikaru. “Let’s go see.”

“Ah, okay,” said Haruhi, knowing the plan did have to go through.

“Hey, listen,” whispered Mei to her. “I’m gonna go off with Tamaki. Thanks.”

“Huh?” said Haruhi, but Mei was already moving.

“Hey, Tamaki, I want one of those yo-yos over there,” said Mei.

“Which one?” said Tamaki.

Mei pulled him towards another game, separating them from the Host Club.

“What about the plan?” said Haruhi. She frowned, and (Y/N) raised a brow. They doubted it was just the worry for the “plan” that caused her to look at Tamaki and Mei together like that.

“Don’t worry. We won’t lose her,” said Kyoya. “For an altercation, two guys will be better than one. And using Tamaki will give us a better chance at success with Mei.”

“So now we just…wait?” said Haruhi.

“Exactly,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“There’s the signal,” said Kyoya.

Tamaki had turned around and begun to flail his arms at them with a strange expression on his face.

“Master Kyoya, the operation stars at Point C-3,” said one of Kyoya’s guards over the phone.

“Roger. Misuzu, you’re up,” said Kyoya.

Misuzu, dressed as a man for the first time since (Y/N) met him (which weirded them out, to be honest), nodded nervously. “Okay!”

“H-Hey you scum-heads!” said Bossanova, walking up to Mei and Tamaki.

Maybe we should’ve told him to just glare. Scum-head wasn’t much of an insult.

“Quit hogging the goldfish scoop!” said Bossanova. “Little kids are waiting to play.”

“Master, that sounds too nice,” whispered Tetsuya.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson,” declared Bossanova.

Mei turned around and glared. The ferocity of the gaze made Tetsuya, Bossanova, and Tamaki jump.

“What do you want?” snapped Mei, unafraid of confrontation. “I’m in a very bad mood! Can’t paying customers use the goldfish scoop? And what’s with that awful haircut?”

An attack on all fronts, thought (Y/N).

“Uh? I didn’t—” Bossanova floundered.

“H-Hey! What are you doing to my daughter?” Poor, frightened Misuzu stepped in finally.

“What are you doing yourself, girly-man?” said Mei, glaring at him.

Oh, dear, thought everyone.

“I-I heard a street thug was threatening you, s-so I…” Misuzu trailed off.

“Huh? I can take care of myself,” scoffed Mei.

“I thought you’d prefer a manly father,” said Misuzu.

“Huh?!” Mei glared at him. “What are you blathering about? If you could’ve changed this easily, there’d have been no need for the divorce! Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been? You chose to live this way and left me behind!”

“Mei,” said Misuzu softly.

“So live your life to the fullest!” said Mei. “Only then I’ll accept you as whatever you are.”

Misuzu’s eyes widened, and he smiled slightly. “Mei…”

“I’m outta here,” said Mei, waving a hand. She paused. “Next time, though…be sure to send me your cherry jam. Don’t forget. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Is this a success or not, I wonder?” said Kyoya, watching her grab Haruhi and walk away.

“She told Misuzu how she feels. She misses him, but until Misuzu is also living without regrets and until she feels close to him as he is now, then they won’t move forward,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “Complicated feelings take time. It’s rare that they are simple.” They looked at Kyoya as the lights twinkled around them. “And love is the most complex of all.” How long had love crept up within their heart before they realized what it was? It was truly powerful.

“I disagree.” Kyoya looked back at (Y/N), at the warmth shining on their face, at the softness of their smile, at their shining eyes. “Love is quite simple.” He loved (Y/N). It felt as natural as the sun rising in the east each morning. He took (Y/N)’s hand in his. “It is quite simple indeed.” He raised their hand and kissed the back as he gazed at their eyes.

“Kyoya?” said (Y/N), their heart pounding against their chest.

“(Y/N), love is simple. I know it because I—”

“(Y/N), Kyoya, come on, it’s time to play games!” said Tamaki from further down the aisle.

The peace around (Y/N) and Kyoya broke as they both looked at him. Tamaki looked at them, down at their hands, and then back at them awkwardly.

“Tama-chan, you’re an idiot,” said Honey, sighing.

“Tamaki…” An irk mark appeared on Kyoya’s forehead.

“…Kyoya, the shooting game is for targets…” said Tamaki nervously as Kyoya picked up a toy gun.

“I see a target on your forehead,” said Kyoya, smiling unpleasantly.

Tamaki yelped and ran for his life as Kyoya aimed and fired. The other hosts watched with smiles and laughs. (Y/N) touched the back of their hand where Kyoya had kissed them. Their hands raised to their still-beating heart. Their heart thudded thunderously.

What was he going to say? (Y/N) wouldn’t dare voice the possibility of what they wanted so dearly. Oh, but how they wanted to.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago

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Now don't throw tomatoes at me but I'm actually really excited to finally see malleus again— I've always loved malleus since we met him in the story, but I'm also sooo curious about what's gonna happen next,, I'm wondering the obvious thing, about whether or not we might get a parralel scenario like what happened with the KoD and silver will have to "slay" malleus or at least be the one to land a killing blow, but I also saw a really interesting post focusing on how magic is a manifestation of dreams and deep desires and imagination,,,, in that case, I may (VERY delusionally) hope that Yuu finally gets to be a major part of the story for once??? Even reading the novels, there HAS to be something bigger for yuu— while the idea of crowley simply being an incompetent airhead is fun and more comfortable, haven't you thought that meybe he pulled them into this world deliberately??

All to say, what if at some point, Yuu somehow manifests magic in a very dire moment ?? You know lol?? Agh idk. I just want yuu to finally make impactful choices but that IS too much to ask, as far as we can see for now,,, (but hey, that part leading up to ace getting is UM, and the convo between him and yuu,,, it *does* give one a sliver of hope, doesn't it? :') )

Don't worry, no tomato throwing here! 😅 I may not care for certain characters, but I’m not going to shame anyone that does. You’re free to think however you want about Malleus!

dbjsvsJcwhj My personal feelings about him aside, I am actually glad he’s finally relevant to the main story again. He’s missed out on so much of his own book OTL In the time he’s been gone, the fandom has been left to speculate about both his and Lilia’s potential death flags. I really doubt Twst will have the balls to kill off one of them, but it would be cool to at least see Silver delivering the final blow to knock some sense into (not necessarily kill) OB Malleus.

Yes, it’s true that Silver states in the recent update that magic was originally considered “a miracle borne of strong desires from the heart.” But 💦 I don’t think that means Yuu would randomly manifest magic in the final fight?? It feels more like a “let’s save the day with the power of friendship” to me, but I could of course be wrong.

I understand being frustrated that Yuu’s participation in the main story seems to fluctuate a lot, with most of their activity being books 3, 4, and segments of 1, 6, and 7. That’s not much, especially considering how long books 6 and 7 are. Sometimes (even in events) it feels like Yuu is barely there, as most dialogue options don’t involve different reactions from the characters. Even Yuu's quest to find a way home is barely addressed or taken seriously until early in book 7. Yuu hasn't gotten "real" development unless you count them realizing their Disney dreams are prophetic in book 5, taking the initiative to save Grim in book 6, and that dialogue option about them being worried they're not contributing + the related convo with Ace in book 7. All very short moments in the grand scheme of things. And honestly, I think that makes sense for the kind of character Yuu is. A blank slate, a self-insert, an outsider that's easy to exposit information to, someone with which to view the story, characters, and world through. Yuu is primarily there to be the POV character, the lenses, the camera that we see Twst through. They're not really meant to be a traditional "main character". It's possible that Twst gives them a slightly bigger role at the very end (especially with what went down in the dream in book 7), but I doubt it will be a huge triumphant moment where they and they alone save the day or deal the final blow in a crazy act of self-sacrifice. Twst has always been a story that puts the NRC boys first, while Yuu is the observer.

I've noticed that the complaint of Yuu not doing a lot in the story comes mainly from English speaking fans?? And I guess that makes sense, given how western culture tends to emphasize independence and standing out. They want Yuu to reflect that. They want to be the ones to make a difference. I don't even remember ever seeing these same comments from the Japanese speaking fans; it's definitely a less common sentiment for them. The Japanese fans seem pretty content with Yuu being an observer and taking on more of a minor or supporting role. Again, this fits in with what I understand of many eastern cultures. They're demurer, not wanting to stand out too much from the crowd and instead prioritizing group harmony. Very interesting cultural difference to note!

It's a common theory (with many variants) that Crowley intentionally summoned Yuu to Twisted Wonderland for his own nefarious motives. People found him pretty sus right away due to how he seems to not put in any real time or effort into investigating a way to send Yuu home. Plus, there's that ominous opening monologue of his to consider. However, I don't think he summoned Yuu because of their (potential) great magical capabilities. The Mirror of Darkness tells us that it doesn't sense a shred of magic in Yuu, and Leona smells zero magic on them (though that could be because it hasn't technically manifested yet, as some fans claim).

The idea is that Yuu is supposed to be plain. They are supposed to be magicless. Why? To humble the NRC students and to show them that asserting yourself violently or with great magical power ISN'T the way to go. To show them value in strategizing (which Yuu does in the prologue by helping Grim aim at the ghosts), of camaraderie. What does it say about the story's themes if Yuu, the person who is supposed to be showing them the worth of mundane things, is suddenly... "secretly ultra-strong, actually”/“just like you guys” (even if it's only a temporary hope-fueled magic)? It might contradict what has already been set up. It also breaks the self-insert appeal of Yuu, since developing magic would also mean Yuu would later have to further develop things like proficiency in magic, best/worst subjects, and an unique magic/signature spell... meaning Yuu HAS to become better "defined", thus losing their blank slate nature. This would surely upset some fans who deeply project onto Yuu, have a Yuusona, etc.

Yuu can still make an impact on the characters and the world--and they have, judging by how much closer the boys are with each other--without having to be The Most Special One or like everyone else. I think it undermines what Yuu has already managed to achieve to say that they haven't made an impactful choice at ANY point in the main story when I believe they definitely have. Yuu made the choice to sign the contract with Azul. Yuu made the choice to approach Malleus. Yuu made the choice to go against Crowley's orders and go retrieve Grim from S.T.Y.X. Yuu made the choice to get Leona’s help with the contracts. Yuu made the choice to stand with Adeuce against Riddle in book 1. Yuu made the choice to let the VDC/SDC tribe train at Ramshackle. Yuu has done a lot, and all without needing to seize the spotlight or to do anything big and flashy. I don't think Yuu needs to be big and flashy. There is pride to be had in simplicity and being humble too. There is pride in representing the 90% of humans in Twisted Wonderland that are ordinary and without magic.

(An aside: so if Yuu wasn’t able to manifest magic in many other extreme instances, does that mean their desire to save Grim in book 6 wasn’t “enough”? That their desire to save Ramshackle, their one and only home in this world, wasn’t “enough”? It implies that Yuu didn’t wish hard enough for these other things they clearly care about and want.)

I think a good way to give Yuu a decent role while staying true to their design as a blank slate would be for Twst to really lean into the whole "beast tamer" aspect that was introduced all the way back in the prologue. This would work well with their deep connection to Grim as well. Assuming that Grim ends up being the final OB... We could easily have the NRC students and staff on the ropes, Malleus at his wit's end after exhausting himself with his own OB, a rampaging Grim about to end it all. And then... one lone figure shakily rises from the rubble and confronts Grim. One human. Magicless, defenseless. A human lost in an unfamiliar world, a human who believes they're useless and don't contribute much. A human who is always in need of being protected by others. But not anymore. This time, it's Yuu's turn to protect what they love--their friends, this world they've come to love, Grim. Ace and Deuce yelling at Yuu to not be stupid, to get back--but Yuu just advances, calling out to Grim and begging him to stop. And maybe it's Yuu's wish that rallies everyone and/or gets OB Grim to hesitate. That's when they can strike. Is that corny? Yeah. Does it sound like the ending to a Disney film? Sure. But it still grants Yuu, a magicless human that is supposed to be there to teach everyone about friendship, cooperation, and humility, their big moment to shine. The best of both worlds, I'd say.

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ghostingon · 6 months ago

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aw man another brain ramble (part 3) (18+ MDNI)

14DWY DAY 4 DROPPED!!!! YIPPEEE!!!!

so i spent some time replaying the game to find some info and went through my old posts because some stuff is new! i also have guess ren’s name and idk whether i got it right or not HOWEVER if i do get it right nobody will know… i’ll take it to the grave.

anyways some fun things in day 4, i feel like we’re finally getting into the LORE. which is exciting because one of the reasons i became so invested was the lore we would get on the blog.

ren likes to draw in his free time, that’s a fun tidbit. mysterious ink and mysterious black smoke? interesting… angel having flashbacks about their childhood the more time they spend with ren? LOVE IT.

parts 1 and 2 are here!

anyways with new content i have new observations! i am going down the "let's make him better not worse" route so keep that in mind in this post. i’ve gone through the blog again and hopefully haven’t missed too much, so let’s goooooooo

14 Days With You belongs to @14dayswithyou and @cutiesigh!

1. The Black Smoke

i have to admit i’ve gotten the bad ending without meaning to, because usually aren’t we supposed to want to move in with ren? he wants us to stay right?

not today!

this obviously has something to do with the main factor as the black smoke. what is the black smoke? it’s not a hallucination, and ren seemed EXTREMELY invested in it. and, not only that, he seems perplexed by it. what is the black smoke?

nobody is supposed to live on that floor with him, and even he has no idea about it. he becomes almost extremely fixated on it, and even distracted enough that if you tell them you want to stay at his house he barely pays attention.

it almost seems as if someone is incinerating something in there, but what?

something to point out is a lot of ren's scars are from burns, as fire has something to do with his past. i think i've talked about it before but in case i haven't, i have a belief that ren may have burnt down his childhood home in the past.

could the black smoke be an omen? we can see it as well, so it's not a hallucination of his mind. but this brings me to my next idea of what the black smoke could be.

2. His Computer

if while looking around you decide to peak into his computer, you get a conversation. i think their laptop is connected to their phone, because we can see a one way conversation as if ren had sent something to someone and then answered.

i believe this is river! as there is literally no one else ren would willingly talk to and even that is a rarity. however, confiding in someone with this kind of information seems like something he would say to river.

o - olivia

we know that river knows olivia from this relationship chart, and we've already run into her a few times. however, if she is involved in their past one way or another, she may have some of her own secrets. for one, she refers to ren in quotations, as if not believing their name, and river has been having issues of her following him around. could olivia be the killer? could olivia have something to do with their line of business?

"didn't we... u know?"

olivia isn't dead, so did they threaten her? blackmail her? hurt her?

it seems from my perspective that olivia may have rented out that apartment space and that smoke could be her doing.

we don't get a whole lot of information after that, since river or ren accessed and shut off the messaging app. but it seems olivia plays a bigger part than we thought.

3. What Is "It"?

this is the one that gets me thinking, because in the chat messages we hear about something river refers to as "that thing" and "it".

my first thought was olivia, but that made no sense because they had been properly referring to her and ren probably has no need to stay connected with her.

would this maybe be what's connected to the black smoke?

i haven't seen anything supernatural or non-human in this game, but the first thought i had was that it's some kind of entity. but, if there is nothing non-human in this game then what is ren in contact with? who? what happens when ren makes the thing mad?

it could be connected to his job, or something from his past entirely. one thought was maybe taylor, but why would he be in contact with his father? last time we heard, he has little to nothing to do with his family anymore.

What Is It?

4. The Drawings

something i learned is ren can draw! seems he likes to in his spare time. although angel seemed a bit concerned, as his drawings are not as light and romantic like the web comics they read, but... darker.

ren obviously connects with this gloomy character, who seems to be the main love interest in "always with you". my guess is he depicts gloomy and the MC as those characters, but gloomy specifically connected with them.

ren's inner turmoil is much more extreme then i considered, it feels as if he thinks he is always being watched. he purposefully isolates himself, but we know from childhood they were severely neglected by his father. maybe his father is those eyes, continuously tormenting them due to him not wanting to turn out like taylor.

some final thoughts

i may do another post when i get the time to look through more stuff and try connecting the dots, but this is what i have for now! i hope these coming days are more lore involved because it's been so fun to try and decode stuff.

another thing i didn't mention was the locked box, but there wasn't anything significant there. a ring is the key, so maybe we can get our ring from childhood back soon.

this may have been my favorite day thus far, and i'm excited for more in the future! i think i've been with this game fore around two years now, so i probably will stick around til the end.

#some people are getting married and having kids my age #i'm sitting on my couch making theory posts on indie games #we are not the same #the plot thickens in this game every new day that releases #i love it #14 days with you #14dwy #14 days with you redacted #14 days with you ren #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren

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madlori · 11 months ago

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If the only thing you can lord over buddie is that bucktommy is canon, then you really didn't care at all about the ship.

7 seasons of being a family unit, being there for each other, having each other's back but hey! Here comes another underdeveloped love interest, but since it's a man this time, you don't care about Buck being stuck in the same hamster wheel, again, because he's kissing a man and that's hot 🙄

Also for all your doom and gloom about buddie not happening, do remember that Tommy/Eddie was an idea in Tim's mind at first, so Eddie can be read as queer, even if it's not in canon yet.

I guess you don't place much value on them being a family unit and always there for each other, and having each other's back...all of which is still true and will continue to BE true. But it's only important to you as a prelude to them kissing, right? It has no value in and of itself. I love their relationship. I love what they are to each other. But YOU are making me not want to see it, because every time they turn to each other, lean on each other, support each other, we have to listen to you shrieking BUDDIE CANON CONFIRMED or whatever, because to a certain genre of shipper (not all buddie shippers, etc) any interaction or feeling they have with each other exists only in service to the ship.

I swear to god, I'm gonna banish the phrase "hamster wheel" from y'all's mouths until I get an actual definition as to what you think it means, because from where I sit, to you it just means "he's with someone who's not Eddie." To me, it means that Buck continually fell bass-ackwards into relationships that weren't right for him, looking for something he wasn't even sure what it was. And heyyyyy, he's currently in a relationship that he actively chose and fought for, having learned something new and important about himself, with someone who makes him giddy and excited in a way we have never seen him be, who the people around him can see gives him contentment. But none of that matters, because it's not Eddie, and that is by definition his only appropriate partner, so he must still be on that hamster wheel. Also if we're going by creator intent here, Tim's said he wrote this relationship specifically to reflect Buck being off of it.

As for underdeveloped love interest? I wrote an entire ass essay about how MUCH we know about Tommy, and it's reams compared to anything we've ever known about Buck's girlfriends OR Eddie's current girlfriend who does not even have a last name. Tommy has been introduced in a way that integrates him with the 118, with multiple interests, a character arc of his own from his first appearance, a set of motivations and emotional arcs that are NOT about Buck, and something to actually offer in a relationship besides existing. Anyone saying he's underdeveloped is determined to read him as such, especially for the limited amount of time we've had him.

And I never said Eddie couldn't be read as queer. He can EASILY be read as queer. I said he WOULDN'T be. Those are two different things. If Tommy and Eddie had gotten together (which I give no more narrative weight to than Maddie and Eddie getting together, which was also a gleam in the eye at one point) I'd equally be saying that Buck would never be queer.

It's hilarious to me that I'm being accused of liking a ship because it's hot (it is, and I do, and that's...fine? there's nothing bad about that?) as if people enjoy Buddie because of the amorphous purity of it all and not at ALL because it's hot (it is and you should say so).

If my thoughts about this are so upsetting to you, just block me, dude. I promise I won't take it personally.

Also, just...learn to enjoy a ship whether it's canon or not. I've done it, we've all done it. It's not that hard, especially THIS ship, which has so much good stuff to it regardless of whether there's romance or not. Those of us who like Buck with Tommy are not taking away from you enjoying Buddie, or anyone doing so. It's not like...the State of Buddie will lose congressional representation if the population falls below a certain level. The existence of another ship does not affect yours.

#9-1-1 #evan buckley #bucktommy #eddie diaz

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nowimjustastranger · 5 months ago

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Ok I'm the same person who mentioned how I thought STCMO!Ford and Luna from mlp shared parallels in an earlier ask and now I've finally found time to read through all the asks and got my question answered about Ford relocating a younger Stan to an older Ford :D I'm really glad it's possible!

I know you said in an earlier ask that Ford's never had to save a Stan younger than a toddler before but I keep imagining a scenario in my head (you've successfully given me brain rot) where Ford narrowly saves a newly orphaned infant Stan who was supposed to die with the rest of his family, being only days or possibly even hours old at the time. I feel like that would be the first and maybe only instance where Ford actually grieves (however small and short-lived it be) at the death of his parallel self, given that Ford's typically hostile or indifferent towards them, sometimes even having killed a few terrible ones, but this one was just an innocent little baby.

Anywho, after cleaning up Stanley, tending to any possible wounds, making sure he's safe and well fed and clothed, Ford decides he doesn't have any better choice then to relocate this baby Stanley to be with an older Stanford from a different dimension. And that's what I brought up in my original ask, Ford taking a young Stanley to live with an adult Stanford in his twenties or thirties or even fifties or sixties who had just lost his own Stan and was overwhelmed by grief.

I kept thinking about whether this Ford would go up to Stanford directly and explain what had happened, who he was holding in his arms right now, and that Stanford was to raise this Stanley like a father to a son from now on, or if Ford would simply drop off baby Stanley at Stanford's front door, knock, and then disappear into the shadows and observe from afar (possibly for the next few days) to make sure everything went smoothly. Just imagine that Stanford's reaction to seeing a baby on his front doorstep, picking it up and cradling it and trying to look around for who left it but it's too dark out to see anything, reading the name tag attached to the basket and becoming even more shocked to read his late brother's name. Maybe Ford left an anonymous note attached to the basket in that scenario that had an ominous, threatening vibe to it as it gave him instructions on what to do going forward now that he had his Stanley back.

I feel like despite the initial confusion and maybe panic Stanford would absolutely melt holding the small baby in his arms and would comply without a moment of further hesitation. And I kind of wonder how being a father would reform this Stanford who let his original brother die. If it would teach him humility, or prioritizing his baby, or learning to be gentle, affectionate, and nurturing for a growing Stanley. I guess Ford would have to do frequent check ups on this household.

I know it probably can't happen bc no babies but I couldn't get it out of my head without spilling it out onto paper. I thought it would be a cool/interesting scenario.

I know people have a soft spot for Dad Stanley, I fear I happen to be a sucker for Dad Stanford lol. One and a half Stans is probably my favorite Gravity Falls AU ever.

Ok that's all, I have yapped your ear off at this point. Have a good day/night!

Honestly? I like both Dad Stan and Dad Ford pretty equally. There's so much room for growth with both brothers when it comes to being the father they never had! I probably won't make this concept a mini series since I already have a dad au, but I would be willing to answer asks about 24yo Dad Ford (whose brother died on the streets) with a Baby Stan and do fic requests when my inbox is open to them. For now though, I'm gonna share my thoughts on this scenario!

Ford 419"3 would approach Ford Xi11-5 with baby Stan from dimension J0\65 after saving him from a home invasion that the rest of his family sadly didn't survive, Ford had barely gotten there in time to stop one of the assailants from killing Stan via smothering with a pillow. Ford killed them all and left with a wailing baby Stan, locating the best match for the infant.

Ford Xi11-5 would most likely refuse at first, insisting that he had work to focus on and had no time to raise a child, even if that child was his own brother. He would be like Ford 419"3 in the sense that he's been consumed by his work, internally terrified that he would only fail his brother again if he took in the child. Because him? raising a kid? Laughable at best and disastrous at worst.

Ford 419"3 would be having none of that shit, simply depositing baby Stan onto the porch and stalking off, telling Ford Xi11-5 that he could either take baby Stan or leave the infant to succumb to the elements. Ford Xi11-5 is understandably horrified and furious, but he doesn't know that the deceptively ordinary basket that the baby is in is actually alien tech and would keep the child warm and safe.

So, it's basically one of 419"3 Ford's tests.

Ford Xi11-5 would just stand on the porch, unable to go inside and leave the baby on the porch for anyone or anything to get ahold of. And, with several vulgar insults, he would begrudgingly snatch the basket and carry baby Stan inside. Ford would find a sizable crate of baby supplies at his door a few minutes later along with an ominous note warning him not to try and hand baby Stan off to anyone else or Ford 419"3 would be paying him a visit.

Needless to say, Ford resigned himself to taking care of baby Stan until adulthood. First thing on the agenda would be filling out the paperwork that Ford 419"3 left him, giving Stan a new identity. After some consideration, Ford would name the baby Thomas Lee Pines (after Thomas Edison, who was a key figure in the invention of the lightbulb), though Ford would take to calling him "Tommy" as a nickname. Ford's terms of endearment for Tommy would be "Darling" and "Dear" because he's a total softy and no one can convince me otherwise.

#gravity falls #somebody to call my own au #mini series #i promise i'll do better au #dad ford pines #ford pines #stan pines #stan and ford #stan twins #ask box

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rillian4e · 2 years ago

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Scara reacting to his s/o getting one of those womb/succubus tattoos?

Just them wearing more revealing clothes to show off the tattoo and to taunt him >.<

Scenario please!

You want it, you get it, anon

nsfw, fem!reader, degradation, sub!reader, teasing, dom!scaramouche, possessive scara, not proof read.

It was just another day where Scaramouche and you were supposed to go on a little date, you were feeling very excited as you recently got a succubus tattoo on your womb and you haven't told Scaramouche about it, wanting it to be a surprise. You purposely wore a small top which showed the tattoo perfectly off, it matched very well with the tattoo and looked adorable. As you headed out and smiled when you saw Scaramouche, you could see the slight surprise in his eyes, looking over at your stomach.

"What's this?" He asked, confused on why you got a tattoo like that, his reaction made you think he wasn't fond of the tattoo, "Do you not like it...? It's rather popular nowadays, and it looks pretty, right?" you shrugged your shoulders, smiling mischievously, you knew it looked good, a few guys had already complimented you on it after all.

"hmph, it's not my thing but whatever. Let's go already." taking your hand in his, he lead you to a shopping store, you two had already planned to go and buy some bathing suits, it has been getting hotter and that is the perfect time to go to the beach.

Despite him having acted as if he wasn't interested and didn't care, the tips of his ears were red, how could he have not liked it? He didn't think you could have gotten more attractive than you already were but this womb tattoo would be the death of him. He found tattoos attractive, and that specific tattoo on his pretty girlfriend's body? It was making him feral.

When you arrived, Scaramouche sat down in a nearby chair, telling you to go and pick some bathing suits while he waited—after picking several bathing suits, you went in the dressing room, Scaramouche coming inside with you which you found unexpected of him, he already had an excuse saying how "Why would I stay there? Too many lousy people, it's more quiet here." you just rolled your eyes at him, knowing he wanted to see you change. When you finally tried on a bathing suit, a pretty purple one which showed off the tattoo, you had purposely picked that one, the bathing suit matched the design of it, Scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, he felt reluctant on whether you should wear that to the beach, he didn't want another man looking at your body, it would make his blood boil. "Does it look good? Hey, don't space out!" at your words, he was back to reality and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. Looks good, but you're either doing this intentionally or are just an idiot. Either way, I'm done with this." was what he said before he pinned you against the wall of the dressing room, his lips biting down onto your neck harshly. A leg pressed against your crotch, "You thought I didn't know, hm? Getting this tattoo just to rile me up? I guess, I shouldn't have expected any less from a whore like you." he whispered in your ear, making you shiver, yes, this is what you wanted, you were already wet from his mere words but you couldn't forget that you were in the dressing room where there were people outside! "Not here, Scara... There's people outside, what if they hear?" that was something you did not want, especially having to go and then buy the bathing suit and have the lady at the front desk look at you two weirdly... "oh my, acting so shy now? It's a shame, though. I'm not going easy on you this time." hearing his chuckle, you knew that there will be no escape from this humiliating experience.

And so, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his cock hitting against your sweet spot with your hand clamped against your mouth, you were sure someone would hear but right now, you couldn't worry about that, only thoughts of Scaramouche fucking into you inside your head. His lips fervently chasing yours, exchanging passionate, messy and wet kisses. One thing was for sure, he liked the tattoo.

After your little session, you two exited the dressing room, your hair slightly disheveled and clothes a mess with Scaramouche leading you to the register with a proud smirk on his face, the lady at the register looked at the two of you as expected but Scaramouche only shot her a glare and then you two went home where he took his sweet time enjoying you for himself.

#wanderer smut #scaramouche smut #scara x reader #genshin thirst #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact imagine #genshin scara #genshin wanderer #scaramouche

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Have you ever done a despair v3 class? I’m always fascinated by the idea because there’s a lot of interesting avenues characters like kokichi or shuichi or tenko or heck korekiyo since his killings tend to stem from a really fucked up place of hope would go. I can’t deny I’m biased towards despair kokichi because I simply feel like him being a leader is incompatible to him feeling enough despair to become ultimate despair unless he’s faking

Actually that’s kind of a fun idea kokichi faking it and then maybe running into despair heart Makoto who can tell Kokichi’s not quite like the others in how he operates, how he brags about how he killed his old members — but this one supposedly new member he lucked into glancing at with dyed hair and contacts has the same cheek bones and posture as the one in the picture kokichi showed him

This is fun, because I definitely think that for some characters despair is doubling down on their Thing and for some despair is turning their back on their Thing, so...

Actually Despair Kokichi: Still a leader, because I think for him despair can be doubling down on his Thing, or twisting it.

His hangups around being known/understood are all the more intense. Instead of a small group of closely-knit troublemakers, he has a huge group of despair gremlins who he's constantly feeding incomprehensible orders to, because he has intricate plans that are executed in tiny, tiny pieces for the express purpose of having underlings who are perpetually confused but utterly obedient.

No one except Kokichi really knows what's going on, so if they get the order that today they're going to hide a red backpack under someone else's bed at 4 in the morning, they're doing it. Why? Because someone already followed the order to hand the red backpack to them at 3:30, and who's to say it isn't a bomb or something? Best to do as they're told and get it out of their own hands.

It's an understood thing that underlings who follow orders perfectly don't die, but ones who are a minute late or an inch off, underlings who disobey, experience major, often fatal, consequences. Not punishments, but consequences. Like, you were late to drop off the backpack and it exploded, killing you. Or, you were told to be here but instead you were there, in the line of fire. While the obedient always survive.

And whether that's because Kokichi is just that good at planning things out, or whether it's because no one knows what anyone else has been told, so if some henchmen die, he can just lie and say they did something wrong, is anybody's guess. Whatever the case, his orders are followed and things run smoothly.

(Draining the humanity from everyone drains the fun from everything. He's basically just playing chess with no one, forever. It sucks.)

People rarely see him in person. They get their orders through handwritten notes and digital messages. Periodically, he'll do a mandatory all-hands video conference call, just to be unbearably corporate about it. That's the main time they see him.

"Hello, hello, henchpals!" he says to the camera. "Is everybody having a wonderful Wednesday?"

Stylistically, I am one synapse-fire away from saying he looks like Rio Ranger from YTTD, but I will instead say he has a mask on every side of his head. A mask fully covers his face (and the back of his head, and the sides; it's four masks; you get it). He only lowers it from his eyes for scary reasons. Like, an underling who has gotten in hot water with him might see him place one hand on the front of his face mask and lower it just enough to see his eyes (which both have colored contacts; they're different colors, and neither is purple), and he says, "Would you care to repeat that?"

When you can see his eyes, it means you might die.

When an underling (or adversary) has to be punished, it happens very publicly and brutally. The all-hands meeting might involve everyone watching a Saw trap happen.

His clothes themselves are similar to his canon outfit, as far as being aesthetically coherent and involving a lot of buckles and straps. The core takeaway of his appearance is that it takes time. He gets up in the morning and does a whole process to transform into who he will appear to be. He has to put in different color contacts just for his face to be hidden behind a mask. That kind of stuff.

And lastly, even as Despair Kokichi, I don't think he's following Junko. Even if she personally swayed him to despair, I feel like his takeaway would be, "Okay. I'm doing this now." And I feel like, under most circumstances, she kinda wouldn't care to get him under control. Just let him cook.

Kokichi always knows what's going on, because he's got surveillance provided by Miu (who supplies his tech) and Kaito (who is watching everything from a satellite, probably).

-With Despair's Throbbing Heart Makoto:

The start of this scenario is definitely, "Kokichi has a scheme playing out and Makoto's luck ruins it."

Something like, Kokichi's minions are destroying a water tower so they can simultaneously take out the locals' water source and flood the locals' food storage. (There's a reason. Probably to make them reliant on some other source, or to make them vacate the area in a specific way.) But Makoto happens to be traveling with a suitcase that exactly matches the suitcase full of explosives that they were going to use to take out the water tower, a weird switcheroo happens, and Makoto accidentally drops half an abandoned warehouse on himself but no one (else) is hurt and nothing important is destroyed.

When Makoto wakes up, he's in Kokichi's lair, because Kokichi's minions found him in the collapsed building after realizing they had the wrong suitcase and basically going, "Where did an explosion happen?" And naturally, once Kokichi heard about what happened, he had to meet the guy who ruined his plan. Facial recognition says it's none other than Makoto Naegi (and I guess the larger context of this AU suggests he would already know Makoto as his senpai?? So that's fun! Preexisting feelings.).

One of Kokichi's underlings is tending to Makoto's injuries while Kokichi sits in a swivel chair not far off, maybe spinning around so that his four masks give the unsettling impression that he's always facing him, or maybe just sitting there and staring.

Because he is trying not to be understood, he doesn't tell Makoto that it's him, and his voice is probably being warped by something he's wearing. But Makoto can tell it's him anyway. It's annoying! Stop calling me Kokichi! Stop being my friend!

The V3 cast has an emergency Zoom call about what to do with Makoto. Shuichi wants him. Badly. But Kokichi ends up keeping him, because in his mind, he's the only one who can withstand Makoto's good vibes. Shuichi would crumble and give up on despair after a day! But Kokichi can handle this dork. (He honestly wouldn't have told the others that he even has Makoto, but Kaito saw. From space.)

And from there, obviously, it's Despair Kokichi X Traumatized Makoto.

Faking Despair Kokichi: In this case, he still leads a large organization, but there's way more input from his underlings, as far as despair stuff. (And he isn't wearing the four face masks or color contacts. Maybe a scar on one side of his face, to imitate Monokuma. Not a full-on Glasgow smile; just something that looks like one without cutting as deep. But he dresses closer to canon.)

The vibe is, he lets his underlings do all the despair stuff they suggest. They want to take out a water tower, then go for it. His main bit of input is, where they want to kill any stragglers they find who are either clinging to hope or just not giving themselves over fully to despair, Kokichi orders that those people be taken prisoner instead. For reasons. He assures his lackeys that there's a fun reason.

It has the aesthetics of cruelty; his underlings are doing all kinds of destruction and menacing the public, kidnapping people, etc. And his lair is literally a prison for the hopeful. It's not pretend; their will to fight is genuinely being crushed by this.

BUT, they're alive. And they're safe. And there's a lot of them. Instead of leaving them to get picked off in the streets one by one, he assumed control of those who wished them ill and made it so the hundred-or-whatever despairs under his leadership have compiled a thousand-or-whatever non-despairs all in one place. All they need is a morale boost and an opportunity.

-With Despair's Throbbing Heart Makoto:

Makoto is the morale boost and the opportunity. When Kokichi's minions drag Makoto to him, Kokichi sees immediately that Makoto can be the one to turn the tables here. He just needs to chuck him in with the prisoners and watch him work.

Because it's Kokichi, he doesn't let Makoto know that he isn't really despair. He acts like a villain, acts like he wants to break him, etc. It's somewhat a way to punish himself for everything he's given his underlings permission to do, in the name of the big picture.

When the prisoner revolt does happen, Makoto is the one who keeps the other prisoners from straight-up killing Kokichi. (He doesn't manage to stop them from killing a lot of Kokichi's underlings.)

Kokichi is thrown in a jail cell, first by his ex-prisoners and then by the Future Foundation. Makoto can't 100% defend everything he did, because he definitely did some stuff, and I can't stress enough that the other prisoners were not happy, but he stands by Kokichi where others want to harm him.

Kokichi tries to hide it, but he's really emotional about how much Makoto believes in him. This has all been pretty scary, and he's kind of exhausted.

If he is given the opportunity to escape, he won't. He'll just be on his cot staring at the ceiling with the cell door open. Or maybe he'll have gone to stay in another cell, just to be silly.

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