#invisible red thread

[little-pondhead]

I’m Not The Sun

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Y'know, when Kon ‘died’, do you think a grieving Tim could have mistaken Danny for his best friend? Do you think that, in a moment of desperation and exhaustion, he might've kidnapped a floating Danny in an attempt to bring Kon home? And when he realized he kidnapped a random civilian, do you think he still kept Danny for a while as a replacement for Kon?

Do you think Danny got tired of being called 'Conner' after the first week but was too distressed himself to correct Tim? Trying to leave or tell the fellow teen his name was Danny was obviously sending the kid into a spiral. He seemed to think Danny was the dead spirit of his best friend. Maybe if he played along, this Conner guy would show back up?

Hopefully, before Tim completes his cloning research. Danny's been doing everything he can to sabotage the equipment, but even with ghost powers on his side, Tim is a smart person. Every time Danny sets him back one step, Tim takes two steps forward. And since he's well outside of his haunt, Danny is starting to feel weak and ill from lack of ectoplasm. He's running out of time.

Do you think Kon would feel upset that his best friend replaced him?

[beargyufairy]

Invisible String Theory - NaLu

“All along there was some invisible string tying you to me” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

“One single thread of gold tied me to you” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

Part 2: Natsu’s Beloved Scarf

Every Fairy Tail knows how much Natsu cherishes the scarf given to him by Igneel. It is his last physical connection to his beloved father. He is rarely seen without it. He was very upset when Zeref’s attacked caused the scarf to become black after protecting him. He loves the scarf beyond measure.

The scarf is made from Igneel’s fallen dragon scales (turning from red to white). While Natsu never gave much thought to how the scarf was made, it is obvious that Igneel can’t make a scarf for a human (being a huge dragon and all). Anna Heartfilia - celestial mage, teacher to the dragon slayers, and ancestor of Lucy - knit the scarf for Natsu.

The invisible string connects Natsu and Lucy beyond their own interactions. A part of Natsu past is connected to Lucy’s family 400 years ago. The scarf remains with him through thick and thin.

Additionally, Lucy knows how important it is to Natsu. She is often seen keeping the scarf safe and is the only one who Natus allows to use to the scarf (especially in the 100 year quest). Essentially, this demonstrates how a simple scarf connects Natsu and Lucy.

[spandexinspace]

I heard we were posting QuerlLyle fluff.

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Lyle lets his fingers trail down the back of Querl’s neck, lightly brushing against his skin as they travel down the curve of his spine. With the way their bodies are entwined—pressed together, one set of hands clasped between them—it’s impossible to not feel the way it makes him shudder

"Stop that," Querl says, voice devoid of any real edge and tinged with stifled laughter.

"What, this?" Lyle repeats the motion, this time letting his fingers travel up his spine, feeling the soft, uneven hairs against his fingers. Despite his squirming, Querl can't help but laugh. It’s soft and quiet, hanging in the air between them like mist on an early summer morning. It's everything.

As if seeking sanctuary Querl presses his face into Lyle's neck, allowing himself to flee scant centimetres away from the touch of his fingers. "Exactly that." His breath feels warm against Lyle's prickling skin.

"It's not my fault you're so ticklish." Turning his head just enough to reach, Lyle presses a quick kiss to the top of his head. His nostrils fill with the faint scent of artificial pine. There'd been times, times before all this, when he'd wondered what Querl smelled like, if someone like him would waste time on frivolous things like cologne and aftershave. He did, sometimes, but he mostly smelled of that sharp pine, the product of a shampoo Lyle had long since given up on convincing him not to use. Sometimes it surprised him how familiar it had become. How safe.

"Yet you're using it against me." Querl shifts, momentarily squeezing down with a hand that’s been resting on Lyle's hip for leverage. They're so closely pressed together, a mess of limbs and skin, that it's almost hard to tell where either of them ends and the other begins, legs coiled together like vines and hands entwined as branches of ancient trees. He can feel Querl's chest moving with every breath, can almost convince himself he can feel his heart beating in pace with his own. It's a foolish thought, but he’s never been one to discredit those. So he lets it remain, for a moment feeling more like one than two.

Querl presses a kiss to his neck, letting his lips linger as if he has no reason not to. In response Lyle weaves his free hand in his hair, earning an approving hum that vibrates through his neck and makes his face blossom with heat. No matter how often they do this, how many late nights in the lab or even later returns from missions end with them wrapped up in each other like this, not moving apart even as the night slips into early morning, he'll never grow tired of it. It's in these tender moments he feels at peace, when it's too late and too safe to have to care about anything but soft laughter and warm skin against his own. When they don't have to be two people marooned by circumstances out of their control. 

"I adore you," he whispers. Adores him, adores his crooked little smile when he's right about something, his off-guard laughter when he's too distracted to remember to be sarcastic, the warmth of lying next to him. Adores him in ways that make his stomach flutter and body feverish, drawn to him like waves to the shore.

"As you should." Shifting again, Querl turns his head, pinning Lyle's hand and only narrowly avoiding bumping their noses together. His half-lidded eyes and tender smile only highlight how devastatingly, stunningly flushed he is. How simple it is for one little thing to drive Lyle's mind into overdrive.

It's Querl who closes the gap between them, capturing Lyle's lips and kissing him ever so gently. Though it’s like many kisses they've shared before, slow and deliberate and more chaste than one would imagine, Lyle would give anything to share them so many times more. When they break apart, after only a quick eternity, Lyle can't help but sigh. It sounds longing, even to his ears. Querl giggles again, his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up in a way that just makes Lyle want to keep kissing him. But before he can do so Querl squeezes his hand, the one that’s been entangled between them, and brings it up to his chest. Something flashes across Querl’s face and he tilts his head down, obscuring his face.

For a while they lie like that, the only sound between them their light, nearly in-sync breathing. “Few circumstances have made me feel like I do with you,” Querl eventually says, squeezing Lyle’s hand as if to emphasise his words. His voice still sounds so soft, even though it's tinged by the nameless thing that seems to press down on him whenever he speaks of his feelings, a shapeless mass Lyle is sure has borne far too many names and faces through the years. Using the hand at the back of Querl’s head he softly presses him closer, leaning into the movement. Querl follows, letting himself be pulled nearer and tighter until it almost feels constricting. The hand on Lyle’s hip slips to his back and presses firmly into it, bringing their hips together. He can feel Querl’s lean muscles against him, the hard edges and smooth skin of his body, the light tinge of pine and soap, the way his chest moves in time with his breathing. In and out, a steady rhythm.

“I’m glad,” Lyle hums, not unconvinced Querl can feel his words as much as hear them. It doesn’t matter if he can’t quite say what he wants to say, if words get stuck in his throat and never quite leave it. If he’s happy, if he’s pressing himself close to Lyle after long days and sometimes laughs his unguarded, adorable laugh, then that says more than any words ever really could. And maybe one day the words will follow too. 

“As am I.”

[sweetnnaivete]

need my future to be inextricably intertwined with someone else's

[vampcoffeegyrl23]

Snowells Week 2023

FrostNash: Year 7 + Red (Gold)

(so, day 1/color + day 7/year 7???)

Fic premise:

A red string of fate Frost/Nash soulmate story.......but it's a thread that's gold because of the song "Invisible String" by Taylor Swift where the lyric goes "one single thread of gold tied me to you".

The story takes place in season 7. Newly released from prison, Frost’s a bit unsure of where to go with her life. She has Chillblaine following her around like a lost puppy dog and she just is not interested. He won't take a hint so one night a few beers in, Frost gets a little chilly with him. As he takes off wounding his ego, Nash shows up back from the dead. Why is he back? Why did he return near Frost? Why does Frost feel so happy he's back? Are they connected more than they know? What if he's not back permanently? They'll just have to figure out if all along there was some invisible string tying them together.

(Fic to come . . . . eventually. I hope.)

[ofyorkshire]

sdflskd

1983's director: yeah i think mo.rrissey is the only actor who's in all three films.

me standing here w/ rob.ert she.ehan as bj:

[1introvertedsage]

Our job is not to comprehend or control everything, but to learn which story we are in and which of the many things calling out in the world is calling to us. Our job is to be fully alive in the life we have, to pick up the invisible thread of our own story and follow where it leads. Our job is to find the thread of our own dream and live it all the way to the end. ~Michael Meade~

[gouinisme]

bought some dice yesterday btw. they're pretty basic but i wanna eat them nonetheless

[evoblue]

time capsule thread: red and blue make purple with @/silentchamp

summary: beneath the moonlight bathing the Saffron City harbor, Red and Blue finally find each other.

"You look...great...!"

The words take her by surprise. 

"Oh! Red! Hi!" Blue is startled by his sudden appearance, a blush burning high on her cheekbones as she subconsciously folds her arms over her chest. She hadn't held out any hopes of running into him at the rave of all places... likely not his scene. Suddenly, she's hyper-aware of just how little she's wearing.

"I, um... thanks!" A nervous laugh follows as she tucks a strand of glittery hair behind her ear. "You still look great."

At least she considers her outfit just as 'bad' as Red's Lucario-Man costume... in the revealing department, anyway.

—

"...It's different." The champion remarks, losing the fight with his eyes and checking up and down his friend's figure. "But...you look..." 

No longer that brave, mysterious hero known as Lucario-Man, Red stood timidly in front of her, having to use his hands in the dimly lit atmosphere. Hopefully, she could see his palms, motioning toward her before saying: 

[ Gorgeous. Wonderful...very pretty. ] His words are forward, but the vibrant, free feeling that danced through everybody's bodies in that moment made it difficult to be stiff. It was only fitting that he too would let loose. 

It wasn't respectful to oogle and drool, even if their feelings about each other's bodies had been particularly similar, so Red makes haste to concentrate somewhere else--her eyes. 

"Haven't drank too much, have you? Don't have anybody bothering you, either? I would like you to stay safe." There he was again, that ever-valiant protector. "I trust you have nothing to be jealous or embarrassed about anymore, seeing as you have a costume..." 

He regards their previous conversation, taking two steps forward to slowly close the gap between them, a means for her to hear him more clearly.

—

Blue is well aware of how good she looks tonight; after all, she never went out anywhere without making sure she looked absolutely perfect... so it's not what is said, but by whom.

It's quite uncharacteristic of Red to be so forward about things like this. Maybe that's why her stomach is doing flip-flops right now.

"Thank you," she replies warmly, looking far more relaxed than she had just moments before as her arms come to loosely rest at her sides. A rosy color blooms across her face, maybe from the heat of all these feverish bodies tightly packed in the hangar or perhaps from the alcohol. Or maybe it's just him. As it is, his piercing gaze lights up something within her little by little. It's hard to maintain eye contact so she bites her lip and looks away.

"I'm still sober enough," she appeases him. "There's... a lot of people trying to talk to me right now, though... it's a little overwhelming." 

While she had fun during her time in the spotlight earlier, the moment had also turned her into a very recognizable (and popular) target. Even now, she can still feel eyes on them as Red draws nearer, though it's anyone's guess as to whether it's her or the sculpted Lucario-Man that they're ogling. Even though some bold wandering hands had attempted to get greedy in passing, they appear to be giving them a wide berth now. Red just has that sort of presence.

It's still sweet how he's concerned about her, though. She may be more than capable of handling herself but there's just something nice about having someone care enough to want to protect her without underestimating her.

"I feel safer when you're around, though. It's... really nice," she admits out loud, much to her own surprise.

—

As if Red's own gut wasn't doing its own gymnastics, eyes doing what they could to no longer fixate on Blue's barren waist; a gorgeous curvature, he wants to put his hands on them, let thick palms hold her tight. Her open collar isn't helping either; neither is the glitter, the hazy feeling in the air, the cannabis smell, his slight inebriation, and--

There's a lot going on right now, okay?!

Red had noticed the feeling of eyes across his figure throughout the night, too. Who wouldn't want a chance to spend time with one of the legends of Kanto? That, or an aggressive battle you probably stand little chance of winning.

"Come on." Red murmurs, too quiet to be heard around the ginormous crowd surrounding them. His cape softly flows behind him, like a true superhero. Part of him wants to get them away from here, get the prying eyes off of them both--but the rest of him is trying to avoid Blue's last piece of commentary, cheeks growing hot at her own admittance.

The dolled-up champion keeps a brief glance over his shoulder every few seconds, ensuring he wasn't moving too fast, that Blue was comfortable and safe, too.

She really did look gorgeous in that outfit; a few other dastardly things, too... but that was disrespectful of him, meaning thoughts would go unvoiced.

Red steals her to a secluded area of Vermillion Harbor, the apparent noise of waves drowning out the distant hum of overbearing EDM and crowd cheering.

This was better.

"...Is...this okay?"

Freeing her hand, Red leans up against a wall of heavy crates. Taking off his mask, ruby-red eyes are revealed--a departure from warm honey ones.

"I've been coming out here on and off...quiet." He looks on at her, expecting an answer.

—

Wordlessly, she allows him to lead her through the crowd, away from the strobes and the pounding music and the swaying bodies and the cannabis haze...

It's easier to weave around people this time around, the crowd parting like a sea of ancient times to make way for the two of them. Nobody approaches her on her way out, more than likely having misconstrued what's going on between the two of them.

It's not what they all think, though it startles her to find that a part of her wishes it was. Arceus, that's not a thought she should be having about one of her childhood friends... even if he's looking good enough to eat right now.

As they exit the carrier, the brisk nighttime air dispels her thoughts and raises goosebumps along her feverish skin. She shudders, her body slow to acclimate after the last several hours of high energy and heat below deck.

In contrast to the thrumming atmosphere they had just escaped, the harbor is an oasis of serenity. There's not much going on out here but the call of the sea, the waves gently lapping against concrete with the ebb and flow of the tide. The sky is devoid of clouds, a waxing moon illuminating the night and accentuating the vastness of the ocean.

It's all very much Red.

Her hand twitches when he releases it, pinpricks of heat spreading where he had touched. She clenches it into a loose fist and holds it against her chest. Hmm...

Unfortunately, this change of scenery squashes any possibility of her asking Red for a dance (that he would've probably declined, not to much surprise)... But those thoughts conjure images of Lucario-Man's chiseled chest against her back, those broad hands around her waist, and teeth hungrily pressed against the side of her neck and she turns scarlet. Whoa, where the hell did that come from?? 

That's not an image that she needs right now. What the hell is wrong with her?

"This—" Her voice rings out about an octave higher, causing her to pause and clear her throat. "This is fine, yeah."

It's jarringly sobering but it's for the best. At least her mind can better steer away from the gutter when she's not immersed in the rave's intoxicating atmosphere.

Blue gives him her back, taking a moment to collect herself as she admires the endless open sea. The moonlight bathes her in its gentle glow, refracting off the fragments of her top and skirt and picking up flecks of glitter smattered across her skin. She's practically shimmering.  

"I can see why you like it here." When she breaks the silence again, her voice is steadier than it had been earlier. She glances over her shoulder at him. "The rave didn't strike me as your scene. What made you decide to come?"

—

It isn't the cold, frigid mountain he called home, and yet the steady waves seemingly put Red at ease. That, or perhaps his mind settles in the presence of Blue. Part of him wants to stare at cool eyes that match her namesake, match the tone of the ocean, and yet they stand at a distance, leaving wishes to be desired. 

Had anybody misunderstood the meaning of their departure, maybe Red did wish that were the case--his heart trembles of childhood yearning and need in all its glory, and yet each time he would attempt to say something, only cobwebs would escape; silence, stopping himself from letting feelings pour out. 

She was a busy woman. Blue wore her heart on her sleeve, and inside? Her studies, her adoration for pokémon. It'd be cruel and selfish to get in the way of that. At least, that's how Red sees it. 

A family of Golbat chirp loudly above them, flying south with their heart set on warmer weather. It snaps him back into reality, eyes darting upward to make out a vague outline of the bat pokémon against the night sky. 

"...Battling. Yeah. This isn't my scene, but..." His response is to the point, and it's so undeniably him. He makes the mental note that she's probably a little underdressed for the weather, soft breeze continuing to dance across the shore much like the people at the rave were. He silently unclips his cape. 

"I was owed a battle or two, here. Had a drink. Makes it tolerable." Red steps forward, fabric making a soft swish as he guides it in front of him, carefully wrapping the sheet around his companion. "I like it here, better." 

Lucario-Man would've done the same.

Looking at her from behind, he makes an effort to keep her warm, quietly wrapping arms around her waist. 

"If you don't like this, tell me." Red requests. "It's cold. You're shivering. Sorry." 

His core shakes and vibrates, heart thudding against his ribcage like an Electrode about to self-destruct. Doing this to himself, it's counterproductive, and yet the last thing he wants to do is sacrifice her comfort for his own. To keep her warm and safe, Red deemed it satisfying in what little time he'd thought about it. 

Eyes keep a firm glance toward the sky, counting individual stars as if he'd cared enough. 

"...Hope you're having fun." His tone is sincere, sighing through his nose. His chest presses against Blue's back, rising as he exhales. 

He has to stop himself from grinding his teeth. It's undeniably difficult, his feelings and his thoughts and...her. Red...likes her. Red likes her a lot. What would she think?

—

She lets out a soft chuckle. Of course, the battles. That much she expects from the hotblooded former champion. The warmth that suddenly envelops her as Red drapes his cape over her shoulders and wraps her up in a protective cocoon? Not so much.

Blue sucks in a breath, feeling something flutter wildly in her chest as his arms wrap around her waist. It's been so long since anyone that mattered had held her like this, close and carefully, and it throws her into a mild state of disarray. Pink spreads across her face like wildfire. The motion makes her feel so... delicate, protected. Cherished. 

She's not used to it but, Mew, she likes this.

Her heart needs to calm down, though. Red's just doing this to be nice, his words were quite clear. Once more, proof that he would give the shirt off his back to someone in need. And yet, his quiet 'sorry' leaves her feeling a bit hollow. She holds back a wistful sigh, really wishing that he wasn't.

He's so close, yet so out of reach.

It's tempting to say this is not okay, solely to spare herself the torment of his proximity but a small, stolen moment with him is better than no moment at all so she allows herself some selfishness, even if it kills her.

"Thank you. This is okay," she confirms to ease his worries, though her treacherous mind can't help wishing his arms were wrapped around her with different intent. 

The solidity of his chest molds to her back and she bites her lip, trying not to think about how close they are, of how Red's just the right height for his breath to tickle the shell of her ear, of how the thin fabric does nothing to mask the quickened tempo of Red's heartbeat. Is he nervous thinking that he's making her uncomfortable? 

"It's been fun, yeah." It's about the only honest thought she's voiced in the last five minutes. "It's not my usual scene either, but I've been having a blast so far. I love the music, the energy, the dancing." Having all eyes on her, for once, had been a nice feeling. 

"Some of the more crazy I could do without, though," she admits. Between the alcohol, the drug haze, and the blanket of slight anonymity brought on by masks and costumes, most people's inhibitions had been completely dropped. "But it was nice to let loose for a bit. I... hope the battles made it worth it for you to come here."

—

That heart pounding against her chest; if only she really knew his true intent. A need to be closer, as close as possible, to nearly melt into Blue and mold together to finally become something entirely different. Togetherness. It was something Red had tried many, many times with others--earning only failure despite his resolve to make it work.

These relationships would never work, admittedly vanishing without a word didn't look good on his record. But Blue would understand. Maybe she'd even seek him out, consider his thoughts and feelings.

Would she?

That was a selfish thought, wasn't it? He's so concerned with staying out of her way, after all.

"It was worth it. I'd do it again, and again...and..." Red trails off, but it's obvious enough to fill in the blank. It makes him hum.

Eyes look out toward the rocking shores of Vermillion, that gorgeous shimmer enough to consider just how beautiful the planet they lived on was. It was like a gorgeous glitter; like the kind pasted across Blue's body, her shoulders, arms, neck. Even more, the glisten of beautiful blue eyes that mirrored the ocean Red had kept his glance firmly on. Even when trying to avoid any tension--it keeps building, and really, neither of them can stop it--the brunette's mind performs an almost masterful dance back toward the woman of his desires. His childhood friend. His rival. His crush.

She felt it too, didn't she?

"...Maybe..." The champion begins, blinking twice before stomaching the ability to complete his sentence. "...we should go somewhere, sometime. Someplace we both like." Red suggests. "...A place that's 'our scene', I guess."

Inhibitions. That's right, many people were relieving theirs in favor of enjoying the music, all of the entertainment. His were lowering too, but that wasn't due to the rave.

No, it was due to something else.

"...When...are you leaving?" He asks. A hand comes up to tuck some of Blue's bangs behind her ear, intentions vague. Glamoured eyes look back down at her, one arm growing somewhat tighter around her waist as he begins to slowly close the distance between their faces. Maybe he was really acting out of turn; then again, he was positive his friend would slap him, were that the case.

"... ...If you don't wanna go alone, I can go too. Tired." Sleepy eyes squint as Red smiles, and yet that drum in his chest refuses a ceasefire.

—

Red has a way of being vague and non-committal about some things, mainly when putting them into words. But this... Maybe she's hearing what she wants to hear, but she detects undertones of intimacy in the deep register of his voice as he suggests they go somewhere together, when he volunteers to leave with her.

His touch is fleeting, fingertips barely grazing her ear as he sweeps her bangs behind her ear, but it still sets her alight. When his arm tightens around her, it fills her with a heady, breathless feeling as the warmth of his breath grows ever nearer to her face.

Words can be vague, they can be misinterpreted... but actions speak louder, far more clearly... and right now, Red's actions suggest that she's misconstrued the situation entirely.

It's a night of daring, of adrenaline, of freedom and letting loose. Is she bold enough to put her suspicions to the test?

Blue turns around in his arms so she can face him, a delicate sigh slipping past parted lips as she tilts her head back to meet his glamoured eyes. They're deep crimson, alluring, and, despite his claims of exhaustion, bright under the moonlight. She frees her arms from her cocoon, the borrowed cape falling loosely off her shoulders. The evening chill is hardly on her mind; right now, the two of them are impossibly close and her nerves are on fire.

"I miss your natural eye color," she breathes, slowly curling the fingers of one hand around the back of his neck. She tentatively cups his face with the other. 

She had planned to make her way back to the carrier at some point, to once more flood her senses and bury these complicated feelings that Red had brought to the surface underneath the haze. But how can she, when his intoxicating proximity has her caught in its trap?

"It's late. We should go back soon," she starts, vaguely remembering that it's a bit of a trek from the harbor back to Saffron. "But not yet."

Please, not yet.

Not when the two of them are alone, right here, right now. So close, she can feel his frantic heartbeat in tandem with her own. It's like she's drowning in a state of feverish delirium. The tension between them is palpable now, tightly coiled like a spring moments away from snapping. She's so close to losing her damn mind. She can't be the only one feeling this way.

Gods, she wants to... Her eyes are soft and half-mast under dark lashes as she gazes up at him. Is this okay? Has she read him properly?

If worse comes to worst, she can always feign intoxication.

—

He makes a noise when she turns around, commenting on his eyes. One of surprise, and yet afterwards he musters a snicker. It was particularly like her to be so sentimental, and yet her commentary makes him blush, lips puckering and pursing once in response to being flustered. Red's hand falls from her hair, resting thumb and pointer loosely on her cheek. He only strokes fair skin gently, tilting head with admiration.

His other arm stays tight-knit around her waist even now, thick fingers pressing possessively into Blue's hip; he couldn't even muster up the words to describe his feelings to her, and yet Red had already decreed she was his.

Or was he hers? That was the truth, wasn't it?

Maybe he liked that answer better.

He'd seemingly forgotten about the cape left crumpled on the floor of the sea harbor, threatening to be blown away by that frigid wind chill if Red didn't act fast. It didn't matter anymore, though. His costume didn't matter, or maybe it did, since it made the woman he'd oh-so-needily pined for look his direction. 

It's true. Red was never great at describing his feelings, putting them into words for others to digest with ease. Like a battle with him, it was always a challenge, a brain game; a puzzle? Indeed, one would need to spend hour dissecting and pressing each individual piece together, but when you did, it was satisfying.

When Blue declines his consideration, Red doesn't take the route of direction--'Not yet' could mean many things, which meant there's potential; potential to turn this into something more. Especially with the way she'd been looking at him, inspecting chiseled, handsome features however she could under the pale moonlight. It couldn't have been easy, Red having to squint briefly in order to make out the fine lines and curves across his childhood friend.

If he had one Kanto poké for each time he'd felt attraction toward Blue, he'd be richer, enough to buy her anything and everything in the world. 

Breath quickens in realization, Red finally registering their closeness. With the hand around her waist holding her tight, the other pressing soft caresses into her cheek--his stomach is on fire, ready to burst as lungs continue to speed up their own inhales.

So he bites the bullet.

Lashes flutter shut as Red tilts his head forward, pressing lips to Blue's. It's a quick movement, one without warning. He too could blame his own nonexistent drunkenness for his foolish behavior, should the champion be reading the room incorrectly. 

Red's lips are warm. Not entirely dry, but vaguely chapped from the cold air biting and nipping at sensitive skin. The kiss isn't aggressive, mouth closed. He hadn't thought to take a full dip, to entirely ruin his chances if she didn't want this.

—

Her eyes drift shut as she leans into his gentle caress, her heart hammering within her ribcage. Will he...? Should she...?

In the end, it's him who breaches the gap.

The brush of their lips is sudden, fleeting, but still hits her like a lightning bolt, what feels like sparks of lightning making her shudder. Despite being weathered, Red's lips are still plump and inviting. That proprietorial hand on her hip feels heavier now, like it's being seared onto her skin. 

Oh, she wants more.

She kisses back, demurely at first and then more fervently as something within her unravels. Her fingers wind into his thick hair, drawing him back in as warmth consumes her. She opens up to him like a flower in bloom, slowly licking his lips, inviting him in.

Even beyond the magnetic pull he's exerted on her tonight, she's wanted this. Her feelings for him have laid dormant, shoved aside to accommodate their choice of diverging paths and Red's constant disappearances. For so long, she'd told herself that she didn't feel anything, that she didn't want anything from the man that always seemed so out of reach. But since their reunion, her feelings had only burgeoned with his sweet smiles, his warm sunset eyes, his contagious enthusiasm haunting even her waking dreams. 

And yet, doubt had consumed her in waves. Had they been too close for him to think of her as anything but a childhood friend? Did Red even feel anything when he wrapped her up in his arms, when he took her delicate hands into his weathered ones and massaged out her pain until she was left flustered and in a state of disarray? For months she's suffered in silence, pining and yearning while thinking him unaffected... but that's not the case, is it? 

He's hers, at least for this moment...

—

The tongue grazing his lips, it earns her an open mouth as he nips at her bottom lip, connecting with his own to demonstrate a distinct, yet similar need for his friend. Was friend even the right word, anymore? Whatever they were, it made his heart soar, made his lungs clench and his gut swirl with more than enough butterfrees for an entire spring.

The timing had simply been right, the scenery set, their costumes and the atmosphere gorgeous. The stars would continue to shimmer like the glitter on Blue's body and the ocean waves would continue to rush against the pier like the blood pumping in their veins, but by Mew, Red couldn't be bothered to look that way right now because she was far more crucial in getting his attention.

There's something to be said for the way fingers wrap around wavy locks, stealing curls into digits, and the way she brushed and pulled only made it feel as though they'd belonged there. Like she should play with his hair while they sat on the couch together a late evening, or tugged hungrily whilst at their most intimate behind doors where no one could see.

He wouldn't want to think about how easier this would've been had the two simply used their words like real adults, and yet they danced around the idea like children avoiding their responsibilities.

A haughty breath escapes as Red opens his lips for air, and by now the champion has her glued to his figure with a decent grip, not enough to cause harm but enough to tell her that, at this rate, he wasn't sharing.

It's not that he's even thinking of her in a sensual way anymore, thoughts purely consumed by the yearning desire to simply be with her, even if it wouldn't last forever. Just time with her was enough, it always was. It would be embarrassing to tell Blue how many times he'd daydreamed of her thin hands embracing his own, to tell her how many times he had wished of coming home after a long day just to see her. To share dinners with her and strengthen their battle skills together in a double battle, or even just study pokémon together while exchanging kisses for each fact he'd get correct.

The brunette pries his lips away for air, though he doesn't provide much room to free her from his grip. Perhaps it was possessive, but they'd be stuck like this, just a little while.

It's a given--she could always tell him to stop, and he would. Yet, she wouldn't. It enamored him.

Red rests his forehead against hers, staring with half-lidded eyes and mouth agape, soft puffs pushing against hers. He tries to push for another kiss. This one is brief, a pledge of his love. 

...Then he would speak a single word; a syllable, even. It's soft and hush, a smidge of bashfulness in his tone.

"...Hi..."

—

The sudden, bashful sweetness almost seems out of place coming from the man with a greedy hold on her but it still leaves her tickled pink. Blue can't help herself, giddy laughter spilling from her lips in between the quick, sweet little kisses she presses against his lips, his cheeks, his nose.

"...Hi," she finally replies back.

Her face is flushed, lips parted and curled into an easy smile as she gazes at him with dreamy eyes. Nothing has ever felt quite like this, an all-encompassing warmth, sheer contentment at being in the position that she's in. She could easily stay like this for a while, foreheads pressed together, their heartbeats one as they held each other.

What does this mean for them? She's not so naive as to instantly assume that Red wants to be with her, let alone be in love with her, though her mind doesn't hold back on the visions of domesticity that could come to fruition were that to be the case. Lazy weekend mornings spent twisted in bedsheets. Quiet moments of lounging in sleepwear as they cook meals together. Traveling hand in hand to places both old and new, broadening horizons and refreshing perspectives and reminding themselves of things they love in life, now together.

This could be a fresh page in a new chapter of their lives, which they could fill up as they go... though the part of her that's always left behind warns her to not get ahead of herself. They're adults, they should talk about things... but later. The selfish part of her wants to bask in the afterglow of this moment.  

"Just so you know," she teases, alluding to the firm hold he refuses to relent on her. "I'm not going anywhere..."

—

Again, he'd felt this way many times before--Red would embrace the sweet feeling of love and adoration and yet each time, something would occur or happen or transpire that would shift whatever relationship he'd been in.

They'd break it off. They'd ghost him. He'd disappear.

Yet, despite all of that, he can't bring himself to worry, these past failures not making themselves comfortable in his brain or even inviting themselves in to begin. It didn't bother him, not when Blue was looking at him with such appreciation in her eyes. Not when the warmth from their kiss still sat on his lips, silently asking for more and more until he could no longer breathe. Oh, he yearned for her.

A fresh chapter, indeed.

Thick fingers gently roam up and down her backside possessively, but Red doesn't dare approach areas he feels aren't appropriate to touch. He needed to treat her like a lady, after all. She was more to him than a brief bout of hunger, or an unimportant milestone--even if certain unspoken thoughts had plagued his mind many times prior to this.

She could know someday. Not right now.

Red nuzzles her nose, still breathing against her mouth, a faint smell of alcohol and mint on his tongue. 

"...I'm not going anywhere." The brunette professes. Easing one hand off her body and intertwining it with one of her manicured palms, Red squeezes. "I promise."

To spend his life with her, he'd give so much.

—

She hums placidly, Red's touch leaving pinpricks of heat along her mostly bare back. To have the warmth of his hands all over, gripping her tightly and holding her with a far more selfish purpose... she tries not to think of it too much. It's not the right time and she certainly doesn't want to give him the wrong impression; the sweetness of this moment is far more meaningful to her and her yearnings for him can be kept at bay until a more opportune moment. So instead she focuses on the gentleness of his gaze, the sweetness of his lips, the reassuring feeling of her hand in his as she intertwines their fingers. And then, his words tilt her world on its axis.

A promise to stay, when no one else ever has.

Her breath catches in her lungs. She wouldn't be so quick to believe this promise from anyone else. She's so used to being left behind, to dealing with the dull ache of loneliness that comes from having absent parents and feeling like your childhood friends have somehow outgrown you. At one point, she had feared that Red himself had moved past their friendship, past her, considering their prolonged separation... but their more frequent encounters since they had rekindled their friendship had slowly pulled back the curtain on his true feelings for her. She now suspects he'd never forgotten, only shifted his perspective on her.

Maybe absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. It certainly happened with hers.

"I'll hold you to that." Her exhale turns into a giddy laugh as she nuzzles him back, their foreheads pressing together again. She wouldn't believe it from just anyone, but this is Red. She believes in his sincerity; she believes in him. 

Maybe her heart will be safe in his hands.

[hayatheauthor]

Can you post something about different kinds of soulmates? The name on the wrist or red strings are nice but a little overused, maybe. Idk. Do you have anything different?

50 Types of Soulmates in Literature

The soulmate trope might feel pretty cliche to most but I love exploring them (great short story material, esp if you want to twist it into horror/thriller/non romance). Thanks for the ask! I hope this list is what you were looking for: 

Fate-Driven Soulmates

1. Shared Dreams – They meet in their dreams every night/[idea] after they turn [age].

2. Reincarnation– They reincarnate in every era and are destined to meet each time.

3. Aura Bonds – Their auras [change] when they’re near each other.

4. Mirror Messages – They see the other’s face in the mirror when they turn [age].

5. Starbound – Their soulmate’s birth constellation forms on them after their first meeting.

6. Heartbeat Match – Their pulses sync when they meet and get more uneven when they’re apart after that.

7. Shared Memories – They have flashbacks of past lives together.

8. The First Words – Their first spoken words to each other are tattooed on their skin.

9. Fragrance – They recognise each other by a unique scent only one’s soulmate carries (i.e. in the world you can only smell roses on your soulmate).

10. Scars – They have matching scars in the same place since their birth.

11. Colour - They only start seeing colour after meeting their soulmate. Can be changed to sound, touch, smell, etc.

Cultural Soulmates

12. Mehndi Marks - In Indian/Middle Eastern cultures, your soulmate’s name appears in your mehndi/henna.

13. Karmic Threads - In Buddhist traditions, invisible karmic bonds pull them toward one another.

14. Feng Shui Alignment – Their energies perfectly balance according to the Feng Shui elements.

15. Ancestor's Blessing – Their names are revealed through a ritual that summons past ancestors.

16. Name in Flames – In some folk traditions, a fire ceremony reveals their soulmate’s initials in the embers.

17. Feather Match – They exchange feathers that later glow when their soulmate is near.

18. Shared Songlines – In Aboriginal traditions, their paths align on the same Songline.

19. Palm Reading Prophecy – Their soulmate’s features or initials are foretold in their palm lines.

20. Dance of Fate – In certain cultures, a soulmate is revealed during a traditional dance when they naturally pair up.

21. Persian Tea Leaves – Their names appear during tea-reading rituals.

Object-Based Soulmates

22. Lock and Key – Everyone is born with a keyhole shape. When you turn [age] you’re blessed with a key that only fits into your soulmate.

23. Shared Journal – They write in the same journal without knowing how.

24. Twin Trinkets – When born, each person receives a magical [trinket]. Your soulmate has its twin. 

25. Compass of Love – A compass always points them toward their soulmate.

26. Two Halves – They carry two halves of the same [object].

27. Enchanted Maps – A map updates itself with their location when they’re near.

28. Eternal Rings – Rings burn hot or glow when their soulmate is close.

29. Song – When they turn [age] they hear a song sung in their soulmate’s voice. (Interesting: in this world, MC hears nothing. They think they don’t have one, rly their soulmate is just mute). 

Connection Through Nature

30. Tree of Life – Their world has a special garden you go to when you’re [age]. In the garden, a tree starts to grow when two soulmates are near. Note: if they ‘break up’ or one dies, the tree wilts and dies too.  

31. Blooming Flowers – When your soulmate is born, you get a flower bud [different for each]. When you meet the first time, this bud goes into full bloom. If you pass without meeting, it dies. This continues till you actually meet, and the flowers finally [fall off?]

32. Animal Guides – At birth you’re assigned a spirit animal who leads you to your soulmate when the time is right. (Ooh maybe your spirit animals are soulmates too OR hmo: they’re enemies! You haven’t met your soulmate yet because your spirit animals are doing everything to keep you [and themselves] apart). 

33. Shifting Shadows – Their shadows always reach toward the other. When you sleep, your shadows break away and meet each other. 

34. Bound by Seasons – They only meet during a specific season each year. Kind of like a Divergent ‘born into a season’ thing. (But what if a Summer and Winter end up being fated? But they can’t survive in each other’s seasons. [omg Tinkerbell] lol). 

35. Ocean Whispers – It’s said if you go to the ocean’s shore and say something there your soulmate will hear it when they go to the shore. (MC’s soulmate hates the ocean. They’ve never been. One day they finally go, and sit for hours as they listen to messages from their soulmate, who apparently lives by the ocean and has been calling to them every night). 

36. Star-Written Names – When you turn [age] only you see a name written in the stars. That’s your soulmate’s name.

Unconventional Soulmate Tropes

37. Memory Keepers – One soulmate is bound to forget each other in each new life, and the other is fated to remember and find them. The other only remembers if and when they meet. 

38. Parallel Lives – They exist in parallel universes but see glimpses of each other via [plot].

39. Shared Illness – They feel each other’s pain, sickness, and recovery.

40. Shared Mortality – They can only die when they’re together.

41. The Final Wish – When you turn [age] you get to make a wish and your soulmate has to fulfil it in order for you to meet.

42. The Sacrificial Lamb – One is destined to save the other through ultimate sacrifice.

43. The Time Loop – They’re stuck in a loop, meeting repeatedly until they get it right.

44. Dual Souls – They share one soul in two bodies, feeling incomplete without the other.

45. The Undying and the Mortal – One reincarnates endlessly, always finding their soulmate, if they fail to find them, their soulmate will not reincarnate and die forever. Except, you don’t know who’s the immortal one. 

46. Time Stopper: Time stops when you’re with your soulmate. It starts again when you’re apart. 

Sense-Based Soulmates

47. Sight: When you close your eyes you can see what they’re seeing. 

48. Warmth: You feel physically cold everytime you’re without your soulmate. Your heart turns colder every year, till when you’re [age] you both die if you haven’t met.  

49. Colour: You can’t see your soulmate’s eye/hair colour till your first meeting. The issue: they don’t know the colour, so often overlook this change. (Many resort to checking a colour chart every day till they see a new colour). 

50. Touch: You can’t feel anything till your soulmate touches you for the first time. Everything simply feels like its weight, not texture. 

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[satori-runa]

—The red means I love you.

Summary: Mr Scarletella doesn't like to wait anymore and makes his move.

Tags: Mentions of blood, yandere behaviour, obsession, slight stalking, fluff, slightly ooc

Words: 1,6k

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Blood dripped from your fingers, soaked into your clothes, and splattered across the floor in your wake. It didn’t matter if it was yours or someone else’s anymore. All that mattered was surviving in this weird place.

You paused to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs as another wave of dizziness hit you. Somewhere in the distance, you heard it—the soft, shuffling footsteps that never seemed far behind. He was still following you. He had been for a while now, his presence a constant shadow.

Mr. Scarletella.

He rarely spoke, but you could feel his pitch black eyes on you, his gaze almost tangible as it traced the lines of blood staining your clothes. The quiet creaking of leather shoes echoed through the hallway, growing louder. You turned, the crowbar raised defensively, and there he was—standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the dim lighting.

He was a spectacle in crimson, the vibrant red of his suit blending almost seamlessly with the blood that covered the ground and the red light on the walls. His head was tilted slightly, a mess of scarlet hair falling over one eye as he stared at you. His smile was small, twitching at the corners, as if he were struggling to hold it back. And then there was this scarlet umbrella he was holding…

"You," he mumbled in his own language, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a small step closer, the leather of his shoes slick against the wet floor. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out in a way that made him look unhinged. He raised one gloved hand, fingers twitching, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but was restraining himself.

You took a step back, crowbar still raised. "Stay back," you ordered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. You weren’t even sure if he could follow your demands.

His head tilted further, almost like a curious dog. "Like," he muttered, the word shaky and filled with awe. His gaze fixated on the blood staining your shirt. "Like... you."

It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. He took another step forward, and this time, you noticed the way his hands shook, almost vibrating with excitement.

He pointed to the blood on your clothes, then back to himself, his smile widening. "Like... same," he murmured. He gestured between the two of you, as if connecting invisible threads. The blood. It was all the same to him. You were the same. You were his. You did this for him. You were like that for him.

You swallowed hard, backing away. "You need to stop following me," you said, but even you could hear how empty the words sounded. He wouldn’t stop. You knew that. You could see it in his eyes—the absolute devotion, the unblinking adoration.

His smile faltered for a second, his brows knitting together in confusion, almost like he didn’t understand why you were upset. "You," he stammered, taking another step. He was so close now, you could smell the coppery tang of blood that clung to him like perfume. "With... me."

He reached out slowly, fingers splayed wide, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he touched you. The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, it was cold and wet with blood. “Me like you.” He sighed, the sound almost blissful, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to be this close. “You like me?”

You flinched away, slashing out with your crowbar, but he was faster. His appearance glitched and before you knew it, he teleported. He caught your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip, his expression twisting into something unreadable. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a wide-eyed, manic look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was scolding a child. He pulled you closer, his grip unrelenting. "Mine. Like you. Same."

It was almost pathetic, the way he whispered it, like he was pleading with you to understand. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky and uneven. The blood from his gloves smeared across your skin as he cupped your face, his touch almost reverent.

"Stay," he breathed, the word cracking at the edges. "With... me."

For a moment, you thought you saw tears welling up in his eyes, but then he blinked, and they were gone, replaced by that disturbing, gleeful smile. He didn’t need your answer; he’d already decided it for you.

You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His smile stretched wider, as if he were thrilled by the struggle.

"Like... you," he whispered again, almost lovingly, his voice broken and raw. "Together."

You realized then that there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the Otherworld. And as his laughter echoed down the hall, low and guttural, you knew he’d already decided your fate long before you’d even realized he was watching.

“Me grateful for you. Me like you. Me want you.”

You kept your crowbar close, tucked against your side, but you knew it was useless. You’d tried to fight him before, slashing at his chest, hitting at his arm, but it never seemed to faze him. If anything, it only made him more excited, more desperate to keep you close. His suit was stained with both your blood and someone elses, merging into a deep red that matched the look of obsession in his eyes.

His pace slowed as he pulled you into an empty room, the door creaking shut behind you. The walls were stained with splatters of old blood, the floor sticky beneath your shoes. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his hands coming up to frame your face as he dropped the umbrella for a moment. You could feel the wetness of his stained fingers against your cheeks, the metallic smell of blood overwhelming your senses.

You tried to pull away, but he only leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Pretty," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... pretty. Blood." His thumb traced a line down your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as if he couldn’t look away.

"Mr. Scarletella, please," you managed, your voice trembling. "Let me go."

He frowned, the expression so out of place on his usually smiling face. His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his hold. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No... like you."

He brought your face even closer, his breath warm against your lips. You could see every detail of his face now—the tiny splatters of blood on his skin, the way his pupils were blown wide with an intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t even moving, just staring at you like you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You tried to turn your head, but his fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to face him. It was almost gentle, the way he held you, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head, his smile returning, small and soft, as if he were looking at something precious.

You’d been trying so hard to avoid his gaze that you didn’t notice how close he’d leaned in until it was too late. You moved suddenly, trying to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the motion was too quick, too abrupt. Your lips collided with his, and you froze.

It was just a brief, accidental kiss—barely a brush of lips—but it felt like time stopped. His entire body went still, his eyes widening in shock. For a second, you thought he might pull away, let you go, but then his hands tightened around your face, fingers trembling.

"Y-You," he breathed out, his voice cracking with something raw and vulnerable. "Kiss... you kissed."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "It was an accident," you insisted, your voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to—"

But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered adoration. His lips parted slightly, his breath shaky, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. He let out a soft, broken laugh, the sound almost joyous, as if he’d just received the greatest gift in the world.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so quiet, so full of desperate hope. "You... like me."

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours. It wasn’t a kiss—not really. It was like he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to do something, anything, to confirm that this wasn’t just in his head.

You could feel his heartbeat racing against your own, the warmth of his body despite the cold, damp blood soaking his clothes. You knew then that he wouldn’t let you go—not now, not ever. In his mind, that accidental kiss had sealed your fate. You were his now, just as he was yours.

And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, humming softly under his breath, you realized you had no choice but to let him hold you, his face buried against your neck, whispering broken, loving words that would haunt you forever.

The minute he let go of you, you took the umbrella he dropped into your hand, glancing at the scarlet color before Mr.Scarletellas hand touched yours. A promise to keep you by his side.

[beargyufairy]

Invisible String Theory - NaLu

“All along there was some invisible string tying you to me” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

“One single thread of gold tied me to you” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

Part 1: Natsu and Lucy’s Initial Meeting - Trip to Hargeon

Natsu went to the port city to search for his father (Igneel) in hopes of reuniting with him.

Lucy was escaping her father (Jude) in order to achieve her dream/freedom and eventually ended up in Hargeon.

Both of their journeys to the city is due to their respective relationships with their dads, connecting them in this manner.

Additionally, Natsu accidentally broke Lucy out of her love trance from Bora’s ring/spell.

They both ended up at this point due to their respective desires to meet Salamander (Lucy wants to meet the mage who’s in Fairy Tail and Natsu wants to meet Igneel).

While it is known the spell is broken after realizing that it’s a spell that was casted, it can also be noted that Lucy was the only person to break out of it due to Natsu’s interference.

Furthermore, Lucy followed Bora into his ship due to her desires to be in Fairy Tail as she was promised.

Of course that ended up being a trick, however Natsu also boarded that same ship because of Bora’s deceptions regarding Fairy Tail.

Lucy and Natsu, once again, ended up in the same situation but this time it was related to Fairy Tail.

Essentially, their meeting led to Lucy joining Fairy Tail with Natsu’s help and the rest is history.

[oizysian]

25 // Watching porn together // Ideas

Summary: Wanda and Y/N spend some quality time together.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: enchanted strap, porn, dirty talk, blow job

Word count: 1k

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The television flickered with images of a couple, or they’re assumed to be a couple, making out naked. It was a man and a woman to shake things up a bit, and I was watching intently while Wanda traced shapes on my belly with her fingertips.

“If I had a cock,” I started, threading my fingers through her hair and grabbing a fistful, forcefully, but gently. “I’d force you down on it like this.”

I guided her head down on my crotch, getting wet just from the image of her pretending to suck my imaginary cock. I let out a low moan, biting my lip as I continued to bob her head up and down.

“Y/N …” she giggled softly, slapping my hand away from her head. “I do that anyway with your strap.”

“Yeah, but a real cock.” I brought my hand down to the juncture of my thighs and stroked my invisible dick. “Just being able to feel your mouth, hot and wet, and cum all over you.” I shuddered. “A dream.”

“A dream?” She questioned, the couple on the television now fucking doggy style. “A dream I can turn into a reality.”

My eyes got wide, excited, and urged her to continue.

“I can enchant your strap, make it feel like your own dick - if you’d like me to.”

“Yes! I-I mean,” I blushed, embarrassed at my answer. “That would be really …”

“I’d love for you to cum inside me.” She whispered against my lips. “Fill me with your babies.”

“Oh fuck, Wands.” I whimpered, absolutely soaked at this point, the sounds the woman in the video was making were not helping.

She smiled, stroking her hand along my abdomen.

“Do you wanna feel how wet I am for you? How tight I am?”

“Oh god, yes, please.” I was begging now. I needed this. I needed her.

“Promise you’ll make me take it all.”

“I swear on everything precious in this world that you’ll take every drop of my cum.”

She giggled, reaching over me to grab the strap we already had taken out in preparation for this night. She brought it over to the apex of my thighs and her eyes went red, the toy becoming my appendage in less than a second.

“Oh shit, fuck,” I cursed under my breath, the new feelings very overwhelming. “This is …”

“This is amazing. I was hoping it would work.”

“Hoping?”

She looked down at it and shrugged.

“This is the first time I’ve tried it. But I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

She brought her hand down to it, letting her fingers slide along the tip. My hips jerked and I shuddered under her touch, unable to control this new piece of me.

“You’ll get used to it in time.” She said, reading my mind. “Your thoughts are so loud, I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you’re listening to my thoughts because I’m not sure words are going to work for me in a few minutes.”

She smiled up at me and gave me a peck on the lips before sliding down my body, bringing her face to my brand new cock and pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Holy shit, I’m already gonna bust.”

“Don’t.” She giggled. “I want you to do it inside me.”

“I promise nothing.”

She took it into her mouth and I let out a low, needy groan, threading my fingers through her tousled locks and pushing her head down onto me. She was so wet and hot and I needed more.

She took as much of it as she could in her mouth before she started to gag, pulling off of it and trying again. I could feel my entire body tightening and the coil in my belly was just about to break. Is this what virgin boys felt like?

Hearing my thoughts once again, she pulled off of me, straddling my hips and nestling my cock between her soaking wet folds. She grinded herself against me and I cried out pathetically, needing to be inside her already. I grabbed her hips and she took my hands in hers, holding them up above my head.

“Stay.” She whispered, her magic slipping from her fingertips to wrap around my wrists, holding me down.

My mouth fell open as I watched her sliding up and down cock, just barely slipping inside her with every thrust.

“Please. Please, baby.”

“Please, what?” She breathed out, her clit rubbing against my length.

“Please, I need to be inside you. Please.”

She bit her lip, bracing herself as she eased herself down on my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and I got lost in the pleasure. She bounced up and down on top of me, her hungry cunt squeezing me as she worked on getting us both off.

“Wanda - I’m not - I’m gonna -”

Her thrusts got faster, stronger, and I literally could not control myself any longer. I fought against her magic, trying to touch her, but she held me down, which only turned me on further, and I came inside her, the amount of cum that spurt out of my dick immeasurable. She moaned loudly as I filled her up and I watched as it spilled out of her. She continued to fuck my cum back into her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

I watched as she threw her head back and came, her pussy milking my cock and causing my legs to shake. It was too much. I rutted up against her, my hips jerking as she continued to milk me for all that I was worth. I could hear the couple on the t.v. moaning, fucking, and I watched Wanda riding the last of her high out on my dick, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.

“This movie gave me an idea.” She said softly, her breathing ragged. “I wanna try doggy with the enchanted strap.”

I looked up at her from under hooded eyes, practically spent from just one fuck.

“S’too much.” I mumbled and she smiled.

“Is my pussy that good?” She teased and I nodded.

“Best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

[lustlovehart]

[ Monsters List ] - Sensitive info with targets abilities

A/n: Not my usual writing at all! these details are relationship stuff each character has with the reader that isn’t shown in the main story. (Some details are omitted to avoid spoilers). Now that this is done, I’ll be going back to the main story line now ^^. If i’m missing any warnings, please say so.

Pairing: [Monster!Twst x Reader] Featuring, Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, & Neige.

Summary: Dear, [Name], Crowley just informed me he did not give the courtesy of listing all the beasts and their abilities into your possession, please allow me to be the one to aid you. Here are bullets of their names and prowesses, as well as species. Please, do stay safe and out of trouble, and remember to eat and sleep well. Love, From, Rollo.

“Did it send?” “I… I’m sorry Sir Rollo, it seems we were unable to reach [Name] in time…” “…What.”

Warnings: Some fuffy and some aren’t, Stalking, Mentions of Nsfw (Vil). Zombies (Ace, Deuce), Biting (Ace, Deuce, and Jamil), Squeezing? (Jamil, Floyd), Hints of possession in each section, Blood Drinking (Epel, Jade, Lilia), They’re all monsters that are evil so… Murder, Kisses (Kalim, Floyd, Malleus), Blood,

Prologue Chapter

Riddle Rosehearts [ Ghost ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic. [ Magic is a mystery in the field, all that is known is it’s abilities monsters have that aren’t typically in their species skillset, as well as being especially powerful to utilize it ]

- He posses the abilities of, phasing, possession, kinesis (many different kinds), invisibility, telepathy, and short moments of time where he can have a physical body. He tends to forget he’s a ghost leading to numerous times where you’ve accidentally injuried yourself and he rushes to your side to give aid, only for his to hand phase through you instead of truly helping. He feels guilty not being able to help you.

There’s a secret part of him that feels less guilty and more angry, about being incapable of touching you all the time. Sometimes, he wishes he was Ace just so he could wrap some part of him around you, but alas, he can only do so in short intervals, which just… isn’t enough.

- Has a habit of just, watching. You’ve caught him at your window at night. He insists coming in without permission is unlawful, to which you tell him looking at you through glass is just plain creepy. You now invite him for tea parties, yet that still doesn’t stop him from longingly gazing through the glass that separates you two. (freak)

- Glows a bright red when he’s either angry or extremely flustered. You walked in one time when the former was happening and were temporarily blinded, in your own temporary home no less…

With the latter… he was helping you figure out a crossword puzzle from a lost book you had found during the night. When he helped you figure it out, he swears your smile was so bright he was blinded. In your case, at least you didn’t need a lantern to see the page anymore.

- He has numerous stitches on his body, his mouth, his neck, and his heart, or at least, where it would’ve been had he still had it. In the short times when he decides to take on a physical form, he enjoys letting your hands trace over the numerous threads through his skin… He won’t admit it, but it’s a comfort.

- When he’s working, his exposition completely changes. You get scared of him, you forget just how determined he is to being the pinnacle of perfection, even as a monster.

- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death.

Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade [ Zombies ]

- Infectious Bites. There have been many close calls where the two almost bit you, secretly hoping to turn you into them in their delusions of being with you forever, it never works though cause when they try, you turn and give them a smile that haunts them so bad they can’t bear the thought of you hating them. The idea always rears its ugly head back to them, but then you treat the two like a regular human and, unknowingly, save yourself just a little longer.

- Anatomy Control (Disassembling limbs and still having control). Deuce has a very common occurring tendency, that leads him to lose his limbs on occasion. He can still feel what they feel, but when they separate from him, they tend to have a mind of their own. There have been several times where you’ve been the one to return a limb, typically his hand, and he’s all fidgety cause it just refuses to let go of you.

“I… I promise this doesn’t usually happen…! I have no idea why it won’t let go of you” with how lovingly it was stroking your hand earlier (which you won’t mention to Deuce)… You’re not too sure either… Does it like the feeling of warmth? “Next time this happens, just… Feel free to stab it” he looks dejected, but you accept his offer nonetheless.

- Ace has asked to sleep with you in your bed because his grave is so cold and lonely. You wouldn’t want him dying alone a second time right? That’s too cruel. He was surprised when you accepted, even more so when you said there weren’t rules like “You have to stay on this side of the bed!” or “Don’t touch me!”, he asked you if you had a thing for him, to which you only quirk up your eyebrow at his question.

“Hm…? I’ve slept with someone before, I don’t think it’s that serious.” … What. Who’s this someone?! He doesn’t end up sleeping as he’s left wondering who you’ve been with before him, little does he know this someone was just a reserved monster hunter who was watching over you with a fever.

- They’re the most attached to you, in a physical sense. Considering at least one, or even more, of the limbs on the duo is just bones, along with Deuce missing an eye and Ace missing part of his face, it’s a bit hard for them to go out without giving people a heart attack. So… They break into wherever you’re temporarily staying, which is typically an abandoned house, and accompany you in every location they possibly can. One very worrying thing they do, is stick their limbs in your bag. They won’t admit it but, it’s cause they miss you. You need to tell them sticking Ace’s eye in there to keep watch is NOT okay.

- Survival: Eating Humans

Cater Diamond [ Ghost…? ]

- Phasing, possession, invisibility, telepathy. Though you don’t see him use any of these capabilities very much. You wonder why but never go through with asking him, how could you when he looks so happy to be in your presence? At least, you think he’s happy. You can never tell if it’s genuine or not… His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes like everyone else…

- Whenever he decides to spend his time with you, his face is never close enough in view for you to decipher any real features of his. What color are his eyes? What does his nose look like? Is the diamond you remember on him even there? The basics of a face are in your memory, but you can never remember the more eunique traits of his. You… Don’t know why that is at all. It feels like you’re forgetting something from the first meeting you had with Cater, but your suspicions tell you it had something to do with his face.

- Even though he’s a ghost, it feels like he forgets something about that sometimes… It’s different from Riddle, who simply forgets he no longer has a physical body, it’s like he doesn’t remember he even died in the first place. You’ve seen him all alone, the sunny disposition he proposes to everyone is gone, a hollow feeling in his vicinity. You couldn’t hear it clearly, the only word heard at all being sisters.

- The moment he sees you it’s like he’s scrambling to change his disposition, walking up to you casually as he mentions how cute you look today, ahh you should take him shopping! He’ll be discreet don’t worry—

“Cater, how did you die?”

“Wha—? W-who cares about that, come on just take me to town kay’?” you do end up bringing him as he points at things he’ll never be able to use, commenting on how cute they would be to have and show off, even attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulder before laughing off at his arm phasing through your body and making your spine shiver.

You don’t miss the way his laugh is more forced than usual, and obvious distress at what happened. Why is he so upset he can’t touch you? Is there a reason he wants to so bad? For once, you wanna know.

“Cater, lets go on a date again.”

“I didn’t know you were so up-front…! But, if you’re asking then I just can’t say no can I?”

- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death(?)

Trey Clover [ Frankenstein ]

- The sight of a giant, buff, green, adult man, hovering over you like a doting boyfriend as you bake is certainly a domestic sight to behold. Though it becomes less heartwarming when you remember this scientifically resurrected man is 8 feet tall, he can basically reach the top shelf when he’s kneeling.

- Just like the zombies of Heartslaybul, Trey can disassemble his limbs, but he has more control over it than the other two… You’ve had a fair share of moments where you’re trying to eat and a stitched up hand crawls towards you with a piece of cake., it’s sweet, but horrifying in the dark.

- He’s a glorified brick wall, if brick walls could also fight back at insane speeds. You watched him unintentionally scare off another Monster Hunter once, they weren't intimidated by his size at all, even attempting to throw a punch at him to show off. Their try immediately backfired as Trey stood unfazed, watching them run away cradling their hand. Before you can blink, Trey’s already towering over you asking if there was a pastry he should try making for you. Honestly… You need to tell Crowley to hire better employees.

- Trey has electrocuted you once. Totally unintentional on his part, but if someone asked him what he thought when he did it, he would tell them with a soft smile you look cute. Meanwhile, you’re on the other side of the room trying to make sure Trey doesn’t increase the voltage next time he tries holding you. Everytime he attempts to do just that, you’re quick to jump out the way. He’ll smile softly but he can’t deny he’s a little disheartened... Seems he’ll just have to rebuild that trust.

- Despite all the stitches on his body, unlike Riddle, there aren’t open wounds on his body, so he’s technically the only one who can accompany you without drawing too much attention. It’s a secret kept between the two of you, but whenever you head into the square, you both walk to as many bakeries as possible, tasting whatever you can afford. Whenever he put something in his mouth, he’d make an offhand comment about his family. You wonder… How did Trey even resurrect like this?

- Survival: Undocumented

Leona Kingscholar [ Beastman Mummy ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- His skin is wrapped in so many bandages, all of them he can bend at his will. You’re curious as to what he looks like under the fabric, but one glare and the feeling of binds grappling around your body is enough for you to reconsider. That’s only if you attempt to look underneath, if not, he’ll sit in silence as you admire each carefully placed bind, cracking an eye open to watch you close in on him in curiosity.

- Watching him manipulate sand just to make places to sleep is entertaining, but being dragged into his timeframe of napping is surely not. The grip he has on you is ironclad as the two of you lay on the grainy bed, if you complain about sand getting into your clothes he’ll make a sly suggestion of “Just take off your clothes” before retreating into a slumber that you can’t shake him from. Even if you did decide to do that, how would you even take them off…? He won’t let go of you…!

- Despite being a former corpse, if he was still mortal, he’d essentially be an ultimate being. He’s super strong, fast, he’s quick at recovering, and even if you did cut off a limb of his he’d regrow in just half the time it took to get it off him. To make it worse he’s handsome, has an air of nonchalance, and a prince. You can just imagine the sound of Crewel and Rollo nagging at you for thinking such heinous things about a beast you’re meant to be killing.

- Whenever Leona controls the dead, you hide behind him. Not because you’re scared of his army, but because they remind you of Ace and Deuce, and you’d rather not see versions of themselves not heed danger whatsoever. You were half awake one time when he summoned corpses, your blurry eyes mistaking two of them for Deuce and Ace, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and pulling them into you. You only realize it’s not them when Leona grabs your from behind and hoists your body onto his shoulder like a sack.

“Wrong Zombies.” he makes an effort to have you sleep more before you accidentally kill yourself for such a small error.

- That little pain inducement ability he has? It sucks. It’s funny when he uses it to telepathically pinch Ruggie when he’s away. But, being reduced to a puddle of pure hurt and strain is the worst. Just watching Leona use it makes you remember… nevermind. Seeing his victims fall to their knees as he drains them of their life force is depressing, the burden of your defeat rearing its shame when he just knocks back and naps as their bodies turn to sand.

- Even when his tail wraps around your leg in a form of adoration, you can’t help but feel disdain for yourself remembering all those who are now dust on the ground because of him.

- Survival: Feeding off vitality

Ruggie Bucchi [ Werehyena ]

- Please tell Ruggie to stop tracking you with his senses and your stolen possessions, you’ve been scared too many times by him popping up out of nowhere. It’s even more horrifying in the night since his face looks so scary (His happy face looks the same as his hunting face. Don’t tell him though, he’ll rob you of your belongings in pettiness.)

- His eyes are so hypnotizing, both poetically and realistically. You’ve seen him mesmerize loving couples into handing over their belongings in his human form, only to revisit them later in the night to consume the rest of his steal. You asked him once what the point is in getting their stuff in the day only to kill them in the night, and he just smiles before softly placing a piece of bread on your lips.

You never take the bread from his hands, allowing him to feed you himself all the time, feeding you with the same hands stained with a bloody ending to a romance story. Maybe… it’ll get his pension for praying on lovers to soften, the thought of having his own might put his thoughts to bay… Who are you lying to that won’t happen, it’s how he lives, and how he will continue to live.

You know it won’t change when he’s desperately trying to hide the red stains under his nails.

- He’s very keen on being in your vicinity. No reason, you think, but he’s just always there, talking to you like normal. Which is weird, why does it feel so normal? The more you ponder it, maybe he’s more natural in your life cause of how equalized he is. He’s laidback yet cunning at the same time, not too good, but not too heinous (if you ignore his murders.) It’s a nice change of pace from people who see, to be heavily relent on one trait. Even though with a kinder personality feel weird… So, talking to Ruggie is a nice escape—

“Ruggie, did you take my wallet again?”

“How’d you think I paid for that bread? Shihihi— Augh! Ow okay I'm sorry—!” he makes it up to you by giving you his portion of food. You pretend to take it out of pettiness, but late at night when he’s sleep, you wrap it up and leave it on his bedside for when he goes hungry in the night.

When he does wake up, he knows who left the meal by his side, including the extras that lay next to it.

- Survival: Eating anything he can get his hands on

Jack Howl [ Human…? ]

- You always wondered how Jack got so built. Of course, if it’s from training, you would never undermine his efforts. But, his strength is so hardcore you doubt it’s even humanly possible. There had been a speech from Crowley in town you attended with both Jack and Rollo, all three of you booted to the very back. When you commented on how you couldn’t see, Rollo told you “We could always move forward—” But he’s cut off with shock when he watches Jack effortlessly carry you onto his shoulder, keeping you rested there for an hour straight without complaint, even shifting the way he holds you depending on what you wanted at the moment.

“We could’ve just gone up there, Jack… Now put them down…!”

“I don’t mind, They seem comfortable here anyway.” You can’t help but laugh at Rollo's overbearing nature, patting his head as you hold onto Jack.

- Hes never answered you before on when or how he joined the hunting organization, literally. He’s so silent when you ask, but the moment you switch to a different topic he’s chiming in his opinion like he didn’t just give you the silent treatment for 15 minutes. He told you he’d never lie to you, so, you guess he was telling the truth about that statement.

- Whenever Rollo is unavailable to you, Jack essentially works as his “replacement” according to Sam. You wouldn’t call him that though, Jack cares for you the same way Rollo does, but he’s a lot less… Restricted towards you. You can go out at midnight with him as long as you let him walk you back home, You can eat more junk food, and you can even go into the forest with him outside of a job! Rollo is oblivious to it, but there are moments where you might, just a tinsy weensy bit, prefer having Jack watch over you compared to him. You still love Rollo though! (Never say that to him directly, he will dissect what kinda of love it is you’re implying for him.)

- Overall, you can’t wait to see him again when you go to Savanaclaw! You’re curious as to why he hasn’t reached back to you after the 2 months he's been there though…

Azul Ashengrotto [ Slime Kraken ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- His true form is huge, being bigger than the size of 5 pirate ships combined. When he shrinks himself though, he’s only 7 feet long and huge, rather than 50 feet long and huge! Less scary right? (it’s not, you’re just trying to delude yourself.)

- It’s more dangerous when considering the substance he’s made out of is multi-purpose, making him invisible, essentially unkillable, and extremely capable in offense. You’ve seen it first hand considering you’ve been on the receiving end of his malice once. If you have to admit it though, it’s a lot scarier watching him use his skills on unknowing sailors. You collect what remains of them, and set them to rest far away from the sea.

- During the night, you’re divided on whether or not he can be considered horrifying, or beautiful. The twins glow, but they're limited to their one-color pallets. Azuls body, channels the light from his surroundings, making him more than one color sometimes. It’s a bit saddening when you notice how insecure he is about the material of his body, even using magic to appear more human-like in his state. If you tell him he’s handsome in his regular slime state, he’ll flush in embarrassment. (If you go a step further and hug him as such a gross substance, goodness, he’s already looking through books at the bottom of the ocean about human courting. Never mind you’re still trying to kill him, he’ll slay your heart if he has to!)

- If he uses Magic, he, can turn himself into a human for a little. He never really had a reason to go on land, he’s powerful in the sea, even ranked as one of the 7 most wanted monsters. But, now that you’re in his life, he wants to follow you and see what it would be like to live with you as a person. He doesn’t call it a date, but he thinks of it as one, even imagines himself telling Jade and Floyd (Little does he know they already beat him to the punch on that one…). You take him by the hand and the urge to stay on land with you becomes even stronger. But, so does the need to have you in the ocean with him.

- His tentacles along with his crazy strength, just make him an even harder foe to fight. Truly… What are you meant to do when you’re sitting down and in his sleep, he just clings onto you with a tentacle, and now you just, can’t leave? Besides he’s asleep, how are they latching onto you so hard… They don't have a mind of their own— You remember seeing an article that wrote about such a phenomenon. Okay, so maybe they do act of their own volition… why do they cling so desperately to you?

- Survival: Eating as much of whatever is available

Jade Leech & Floyd Leech [ Skeleton Sea Serpents ]

- During your stay in their abode, you’d wake up to Floyd squeezing you so hard you swear one of the bones on his tail were gonna puncture you. He’s too strong, horrifically strong to the point you fear getting squeezed more than twice a day could genuinely kill you. If you don’t voice this concern, you might risk your death, but if you do, he’ll restrain himself a bit (he couldn’t bear the thought of killing his shrimpy! You’re too fun to play with, let him kiss those sore places better yeah? Besides, just a little biting doesn’t hurt)

- Their senses are so enhanced, it’s just as scary as their strength. You had sliced your hand once, a medium amount of blood pouring out, and before you could even do anything, Jade had swam up to you and latched onto your wrist, pulling you down, almost tugging you into the water, and began licking the wound clean, his eyes empty and his sharp teeth dragging across your skin. You thought he was miles away…?! How did he know you were bleeding…? When he’s done, he pats your hand and smiles before engaging in a casual conversation about your day, uncharacteristically gentlemanly after such a scary display. If you ask him what that was about, he’ll innocently tilt his head and ask you “whatever are you talking about?”

- Just like Azul, their true forms are giant, not as big as his, but still equally as terrifying, the sharp bones that poke out their body further proving this fact.

- Extremely Fast, You’ve seen this first hand when Floyd jumped out of the water and dragged you through the sea to transport you to a “beach date” in the middle of the ocean, in only 3 minutes…He heard of these dates from Azul, “Said he was gonna take you on one, thought it’d be funny if I took yah instead.” You’re unable to inquire what he means by “Azul trying to take you out”, as he’s brightly smiling when he places a sailor's cap on you. The small sight of blood in his canines is all you need to know about where this hat came from.

- Their teeth are sharp that’s for sure, you watched Jade sink his teeth into unsuspecting marine life. The thought of him doing the same to ships 7 times the size of such animals, makes you worried for future sailors, and… For yourself. He flaunts those ivories at you so much, you’re worried he’s trying to hint at his insatiable hunger. (He’s doesn’t bite like Floyd does, but honestly, you’d prefer if he bit you instead of grazing his teeth on your skin so sensually)

- They like to drag you into the water with them. You’re sure it’s how they have fun, the only exposure to the human world other than you is Azul and artifacts they collect from ships they were responsible for destroying. So of course, they wouldn’t know the first thing of human play, yet… you have the underlying feeling they have a reason for doing such a thing that isn’t just entertainment.

- Survival: Anything they can fit in their mouths (Whether it be marine life or ships. Though, these two have a specific craving for human)

Kalim Al-Asim [ Genie ]

- Extremely strong, every time he hugs you he completely forgets his strength. In the moments where he does realize it, he’s quick to apologize. If you tell him where you hurt, he’ll insist “kissing” it will make it better! It’s what worked on his siblings, so it must work for you! If you don’t tell him… he’ll cry, so it’s better to just tell him.

- Wishmaking. He insists on letting him give you a wish, after all, you did save him from being lonely! (You’re not sure if you could call it “saving” considering you were trying to kill him… and still are… ). You never accept his offer, with the knowledge that everything has a price, (Thank you Azul for such a good lesson learned) which makes him sad, but in your awkward ways of comfort, you tell him the only wish you want, is a hug. He is ecstatic and wraps his arms around you, tight. You’re regretting your wish now. Though, the glare from two pairs of slit eyes tells you you’re not the only one who doesn’t like the wish.

- Too many riches too count… You wake up, gifted in gold and jewels, you’re halfway through the day, more diamonds and rubies, going to sleep… Gold and emeralds. You told Kalim no more. He found a loophole and just replaced the cheaper items with more expensive ones. It’s technically not more so… You make a reminder to dump it all on Rollo, he’ll surely enjoy having money to tend to his garden. (He won’t. You already know he’ll refuse anything from a monster. But, if you bat your eyelashes enough he might accept it.)

“Kalim, I don’t need any more rubies.” You’re sat on his golden throne, the optimistic wish granter between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sits on the floor, a beaming smile making you hesitant on his next words.

“Then I’ll just give you more diamonds!” … Truly, you thought genies could only give out three wishes, why does it feel like this one wants to give you more than that… It’s gotten to the point where you think he wants only you to be the one he grants anything to, going so far as finding a way to bypass the rules. He even gave you his lamp, which you gave back to Jamil upon receiving it.

- You do wonder… Where are the rest of the people Kalims granted desires to? Even more so, the rest of the genies, as far as you’re concerned, Crowley said there was only one left (that he wanted to get his greedy hands on). If you had just searched Kalim and Jamils shared space, surely you would’ve found the corner filled with broken lamps in it.

Survival: Not sure, Either immortal or some secret to survival.

Jamil Viper [ Snake ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- Half snake half man, his lithe body is enough to give you pause no matter how many times you see it, even after seeing the leeches who have a similar body. You think the reason might be more cause of his intimidating eyes rather than his actual body however, 2 sharp slits are enough to make anyone rethink their judgment.

- When he sleeps, he unknowingly wraps around you, his human half bunching you in his arms as if he isn’t squeezing your legs. You think it’s just his instincts using use as warmth considering he’s cold-blooded, so you let him (Little do you know he’s perfectly warm enough, his body is just drawn to you for some reason). When he wakes up, he considers poisoning himself from embarrassment.

- Venomus, the long pointed fangs could tell you that much. When he sheds a tooth after meeting you, he doesn’t toss it away like he used to, he finds a piece of string and slides it through the solid, letting you watch him in skepticism as he slithers towards you, gently placing the newly formed necklace in your palm as his forked tongue sticks out. (He also left a little venom trapped inside, in case anyone gets a little too close than wanted.)

- Don’t stare into his eyes to long, or else you’ll find yourself entranced by the slits in his pupils, and completely hypnotized without even his knowledge. It’s like he’s so enchanted by you that he forgets he can do something like that. When he realizes what he’s done, an hour goes by before you come to. You don’t feel any different, but one looks at your wrist adorned with a snake bracelet that wasn’t there before tells you something happened…

You can’t move it from its place, but you honestly don’t want to, it’s pretty. Works perfectly well in Jamil's favor, if you had, you definitely would’ve noticed the two holes punctured into your skin by a familiar set of fangs—

“Jamil, Kalim gave me his lamp again.”

“… Really?” He’s quick to take it off your hands. If only he could wish instead… it would make his life so much easier.

- Survival: Undocumented

Vil Schoenheit [ Incubus ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- You’re human. You’re not immune to charm and flirtation. It’s disappointing that Vil is so good at what he does. You haven’t given into temptation, at least, not yet.

- Shapeshifting, he’s told you before if you have someone in mind you’d ever want to do such things with, he can transform into them if you hope to practice your confession, when you tell him nobody comes to mind, you fail to notice the devious smile that perches on his lips in victory. It seems the only face that will appear in your brain in such moments of vulnerability will be his, and that’s enough for him.

“Though, Since I used to see Neige almost every day maybe his? He has seen me in moments even Rollo hasn’t…”

What?

- Feasting on the vitality of humans is something commonly known for incubi, you’ve asked Vil before if you’re going to die soon from him touching you… You already know he’s an amazing actor so when he answers you, you can’t tell if he’s lying or if it’s the truth, especially when he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips like a prince, perfectly playing off the suspicion in his answer.

- You think it’s unfair he’s so attractive, if he had only half his looks it would at least be easier to not stare at his pretty features— what are you thinking…?! You can already hear the scolding of everyone else telling you how heinous it is to think such thoughts, but once again, you're distracted by the feeling of Vil dipping into the couch next to you, offering a drink as if you two were just ordinary people. To be fair, his whole survival depends on how well he can interact with humans… He only smiles when you take the drink.

- Making Hallucinations is just common practice for Vil, Rook praising him for all the people who gave into his temptations from his feats. You were once sure he had never used it on you, you could never fall for such a puny delusion, but now, your confidence has faded. Things in your memory are blurry, unclear.

Has… Vil has been using it on you…?

- Survival: Corruption of humans through desire, feeding off vitality

Rook Hunt [ Boogeyman ]

- You make an extreme effort to avoid all manners of shadows since you’ve met him. Lurking in the dark is his forte, and it doesn't bode well for you because almost all your work is done in the dark. Even then… your efforts are in vain because you still feel the sensation of eyes burning into you at all times of the day. In these cases, you retreat to Vil in hopes he can rein him in a bit.

- Shapeshifting is a rare and dangerous ability. Unfortunately, Rook of all monsters has it. Even in places with no signs of shadows, it feels like he’s still there. It doesn’t make it any better that he hints towards that being the truth.

“Ah trickster, you looked magnifique in that bathing suit!”

“You were the waiter who kept offering me drinks weren’t you.”

“The way I observe my muse shall not be disclosed!”

- Watching Rook feast on fear isn’t scary, but rather… unsettling…? He places his mouth near his victim as what you can only assume to be their fear twists up into his throat, the horrified human trembling in terror. Such a scary expression quickly disappears when he turns to you with the happiest smile and gushes to the poor human about how wonderful you are, rubbing his cheek to yours like a sappy couple.

“Ah! Trickster…! You are quite sweaty! Shall I dry you off—” you shut him up by throwing the same towel he was about to clean you up with, in his face.

- His skill set is already horrifying, but adding in the basic ability of enhanced strength just makes it worse. You can’t even begin to count how many walls Rook has torn through for you… A simple ow, and what you originally thought to be a brick wall, is now a giant hole with the boogeyman at your call. It’s harder to be nice to him when he’s insistent that you train your capabilities on him. The amount of times Rook has turned a stab into a firm held waltz is just too many.

“Non non, You must hide your hand better trickster.”

“I would do that if you weren't cradling me into a dip right now Rook— Stop dancing with me already!”

- Survival: Fear and Grief

Epel Felimer [ Newbie Vampire ]

- He's asked you before if he could suck you dry. He honestly expected you to say no, but when you reached your arm out and told him to just not turn you, he was sure you must be some sort of blessing in disguise. When he’s done, he begs you not to tell Vil, as the incubus banned him from feeding. You’ll come to regret it at some point though, as now he continuously comes back to you in times of hunger.

- He runs at such fast speeds, it’s incredible to you, you’ve clapped for him a couple times, but, every-time you did… he got distracted and would trip. He wishes the sun would come up and kill him in those moments.

- Compulsion is a dangerous thing, you shouldn’t be shocked, but luckily for you, he… doesn’t seem to know how to use it the way it should be utilized. The moment he does finally master such an ability, you’ll have to find someway to get past that. He did try using it on you once, a simple command asking you to tell him how “manly” he is, somehow, someway, the command turned into something much more… embarrassing. He stands in bewilderment at the way your hands are cupping your face, endlessly praising Epel about how amazing he is, and how you wish to stay with him forever.

Vil and Rook stepped in to save you. He was sat in the corner as a punishment.

- His hunger is, insatiable. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen such a monster so bloodthirsty. It’s like he has some goal to just, feast on as many people as he can… He mistook you as a stranger he could freely feast on, jumping on you, ready to sink his fangs into your neck. He’s only narrowly stopped when the moon shines on your face and he knows it’s you. If it wasn’t, whoever took your place would not doubt be dead.

- Survival: Blood

Idia Shroud [ Reaper ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- With how moody Idia is, you forget what his occupation is until he shows up at your door with the scythe he uses to escort the dead.

- Reapers aren’t necessarily evil or good, which is why you’re always conflicted about how to feel about Idia. Should you… Make your decisions based off his personality rather than what he is to slay him—? Why is he whispering about how all the other monsters should drop dead— Ah, he thinks they’re cooler than him.

- You essentially work as a discounted vent session as Idia talks about how everyone else is so much worthier than him to be slain by hunters. They all have cool abilities and cool looks, what is he stuck with? An edgy cloak and a tool farmers use to cut hay—

- His rant is cut short at the sound of a cheap board game slamming on the table, his eyes looking up to you placing a game piece on the spot, signaling him to take his turn as you tell him how he’s “the only one you find playing games with fun”. Truly, you must be one of the kindest souls he’s had the fortune of meeting, he should know, half of the spirits he escorts are huge douches.

- It just makes him all the more worried about bringing you to the after life.

- Even though Idia doesn’t have a reason to actively hurt humans, it’s still worrying when he describes to you in detail of his After life Capabilities. He once told you a story about how a guy was acting so high and mighty he trapped him in the space between life and death, only coming back to laugh at him when the man was practically broken. He only stops his retelling when he looks up and sees the most hurt expression on your face.

- After that, he sits up before you can even say anything, leaving immediately as he buries his head in his hands. The next day, he’s at your door as you silently stare at him, his form of retribution for your hurt being whatever you mentioned wanting during the week. You accept his gift, but that still doesn’t stop the fear of what Idia does to the souls he guides with a lack of fondness.

- Survival: Unable to Die. (Speculation)

Malleus Draconia [Dragon Gargoyle… And… something else?]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- Heavy durability, as he is pure stone. in times of desperation, you watch as green sparkles fly around the man as stone turns soft. His spell doesn’t last long but in his desire he chooses to pepper you in kisses with smooth lips. The first time he attempted to romantically place a peck on your arm, you cringed at the feeling of rough stone on your skin. It hurt his feelings so he opted to just spell himself instead.

- Heavy. He didn’t wanna move away from a doorway you had to exit through to leave. You tried lifting him out of the way, you don’t think you’ve ever tried so hard to move something before. He thought it was an attempt at a hug, so you ended up being smooshed in his arms for an hour before Lilia saved you.

- Camaflouge, the stone he’s made of, and moss that grows on his body can be manipulated in any way he wishes, even his size, it’s scary watching him go from his regular 6 feet to an astonishing 10. This trait of his has served numerous moments where you’re surveying his castle only to feel arms pulling you back into a stone exterior. Your reflexes are swift to throw a punch, only to have the cruel reminder of rock busting your hand.

“Ah forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you Child of hunters”

“My hand is broken Malleus.”

“We can just get you a new hand can we not?” That night serves as the first of having to tell Malleus he can’t always spell you when you’re injured. To this, he tells you that’s nonsense and he’ll expend all his reserves for you.

- Considering he’s also a Dragon, flight, and fire breathing really shouldn’t surprise you. What does surprise you is when he looked more dragon than gargoyle sometimes, his eyes becoming more lively, scales being more obvious, and his wings and horn being truer than they’ve ever been. You have a sneaking suspicion his instincts change forms too, his already heavy clinginess increasing tenfold. You’re either held by his clawed fingers or wrapped in his wing.

- Despite Malleus being marked as one of the most dangerous kills possible, you find it extremely easy to… ask him to do something. In fits of anger, he’ll cling impossibly close to you, trying desperately to attempt to cease the ugly feeling festering inside him. He’ll tell you he never wants you to leave his side. If you’re not feeling like being trapped inside, all you need to do is wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his ear with a low whisper, asking him to let you go. For a moment, his grip will tighten, but slowly he relents, his stone eyes watching you wave goodbye.

- Though, truthfully, You don’t feel like you’re free… Sometimes, you notice gargoyles in places where there shouldn’t be any. Sooner or later, his resolve might break, asking him for such freedoms might not be as easy.

- Not only that but… There’s definitely a side to him that isn’t just some Dragon Gargoyle. Whenever you have the chance to dig deeper into it, you’re met with a wall that separates you from the truth. Just what is Malleus?

- Survival: ???, Unable to Die. Do not attempt.

Lilia Vanrouge [ ??? ]

- Caution: Possibly capable of Magic.

- Certainly the most mysterious of the bunch… To be fair, everyone in the Diasmonia space is filled with anonymity. He doesn’t have any specific qualities that warrant a decisive conclusion, but you’re confident that he’s not a human. Sometimes he has wings, sometimes fangs, sometimes spider legs, just what is he?! (He has used this capability to scare you on numerous occasions, taking the form of a giant wasp and chasing you once. When he gets bored though, he clings onto you endlessly, not as bad as Malleus but still very often. You woke up to him in your bed once, and now he occasionally appears there to “wake you up” by sliding his arms around your waist. Please tell him you’ll only let him do this if he stops turning into freaky stuff…)

- You have no doubt he’s one of the monsters that eat humans. You took a sniff of his red juice once, it’s definitely blood, and considering why you’re here, it’s for sure not animal blood. Out of guilt for failing whatever human is his current meal, you offered up yourself as a blood bag, and he happily indulged, pining you to the table and nipping that delicious spot on your neck. Out of courtesy for everyone else in the castle... You lock the door.

But it doesn’t matter, you’re quite sure he didn’t honor the agreement anyway, as he’s happily feasting on a mystery meat you know isn’t any creature near this castle.

- He always keeps you on your toes, one of the moments being when he used his flight to carry you all over the sky, laughing at you and your body clinging onto him in fear of dropping to your death. It makes it worse that he doesn’t do it slow, he flies so fast you can hear the wind slicing through the air, your arms only wrapping around his neck trying to get even closer than you already are.

“Lilia…! Lilia! Put us down—! I’m gonna die…!” you can feel his hand pat your head as he tightens his grip on your body.

“Aww…don’t worry, as long as I’m here you won’t fall!” you believe him, but that doesn’t make you feel any safer at all…

- Despite how decrepit the Diasmonia castle is, there are still photos of its rein on the wall. In an attempt to know your targets better, you look at some of them, immediately recognizing Lilia in one of the frames… But, his aura seemed different, more cold, more cruel… He was bloodied, and you’re sure that body he’s holding is what you think it is, but, he doesn't have that usual crazy happy look he has when he catches his next meal.

-Just how did Lilia end up like this?

- Survival: Undocumented

Sebek Zigvolt [ Swamp Monster ]

- He says you’re pathetic. (He continues to leave flowers specific from his swamp at your door) You’re not… You’re not very sure what he thinks of you…? He says you’re a coward, yet continues to gift you plants after you offhandedly mentioned how you think they’re pretty. So… What does that mean…?

- Maybe they’re poisonous… Heh… Maybe you can use them on Crowley—

- Your plan of attack is interrupted as a booming voice bursts your ear drums, the source of distress being the green being covered in moss, water, and vines. You follow the trail of plants leading from the swamp to the creature behind you, a bear, wrapped in controlled swamp foliage by the monster of the water. Sebek huffs and chastises you for such carelessness, but the feeling of you scooping his hands into yours and thanking him with a smile makes the words on his tongue go numb. Not for too long though, as he tells you obviously a beast like him can handle such lowly creatures, no wonder you didn’t notice.

- Before you came along, according to Silver, the water he resides in used to be a mess, as he said “Lilia believes it to fit my role of Swamp Monster, so I shall keep it!” so he kept it the way it is and let it out control. But, apparently, after you, it subtly became neater, flowers adorning the ridges of where once was messed moss, his water adorned with petals of your favorite color, the place even smelling like your favorite scent. He tells you it’s just a change of scenery for Malleus, not anyone else, you only smile at him, not replying. Malleus doesn’t have the same favorite scent.

- Like his fondness for nature, his power of water is equally as tantalizing to watch. He didn’t know you were there, but you were watching him train, your eyes becoming more entranced in his movements when you saw him become sidetracked from his patience for a moment. A book was laid in front of him, one that he delved deeper and deeper into with interest. It seems he has a fondness for literature, so after that, you would leave books you had at his residence, watching with amusement at how fascinated he was. Unfortunately, you walked up to him once when he was meant to be training, and in attempt to hide his hobby, he flicked his hands and let the water swallow every page in aqua.

“I have been training this whole time human…!”

“Ah, I got you all those. Now they’re wet…” He acts like he doesn’t care, but he secretly feels bad, so discreetly, he attempts to piece every page lost in the water together before presenting you with a new book.

- Survival: Swamp

Silver [ ??? ]

- Honestly, his abilities are lighthearted when not used to a heavy extent. He can eat dreams of those who sleep, typically, nightmares. There have been rumors spreading of a night creature who creeps into rooms, sucking the ambitions and hopes of its victims… They’re not wrong, if he’s called upon too often he’ll strip the person of all their wants and, dreams. Go a step further, and he might as well suck the life out of a human.

- But… You know he doesn’t mean to… At least you hope not.

- Sometimes your judgment feels misplaced when you watch him go overboard in his hunger, his trance only capable of being broken when you grab him by the shoulder, maybe even point a blade at him in desperation.

- He can travel into dreams. You’ve caught him lurking in your conscious one too many times to count. It’s not like he’s devouring your fantasy, but you can’t help and wonder why he’s almost always there. He doesn’t change what’s happening in it, he doesn’t destroy it so… Why is he there so often?

- it’s ironic, a creature who lives off the manifestation of people’s conscious, sleeps so much. You remember sorting through flowers Sebek had “gifted” you, (You’re not sure if it counts as gifted considering he threw them at you saying “they’re frail, just like a weak human.”) and Silver had sat right next to you, begining a sentence before dropping his head into your lap, a deep slumber commencing on your thighs.

- He wakes up ready to apologize, but the feeling of your hands gently playing with his hair, is enough for him to fall back asleep immediately.

- He’s a lot more welcoming to stay with compared to the rest of the monstrous residents of Diasmonia. If you’re free from Malleus and Lilias's grasp, you’re quick to run over to him. He’s typically sleeping, so, when he’s nodding off you sit down next to him, slowly placing your head on his shoulder as you fall asleep. If you’re to be trapped here for a bit, it wouldn't hurt to have some form of comfort in this run-down place.

As you fall into slumber, you secretly wish to meet Silver in a dream again.

It’s coincidental that he wakes up the moment you place your head on him, it’s a pretty sight to him. He hopes… you’ll stay here, he enjoys your company too much. As soft snores leave you, his hands move on their own, grasping onto your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

It’s selfish, he was raised to do what he must to survive as a monster by his father. So he knows, what he feels is natural, but there’s a lingering thought he shouldn’t feel this heavy about a human… He doesn’t wanna let you go.

- Survival: Dream Feasting

Neige Leblanche [ Angel ]

- It’s… a bit unnerving how kind he is… You understand he’s a supposed Guardian Angel specially dedicated to your well but goodness, he was not very good at his job.

- He essentially watches you go about your day, occasionally blessing you to see your eyes light up with happiness.

- Despite how much he grooms the feathers on his back, he never lets you get too close to them, folding them back up when you’re near enough to see them more intricately or graze your fingers on them. It never bothered you, truly, he’s so nice to to you you could never be suspicious of him.

- He had to attend to personal matters once when you were eating together, his wings fluttering before he ascended. A pair of feathers had fallen in place of where he once was, One plumage was as white as snow, and the other…

- Was as dark as ebony.

- Survival: Being Good

Rollo Flamme [ Human ]

- He’s always been by your side.

- He would never be one of those wretched filthy beasts. He’s always cared for you when you couldn’t care for yourself.

- Don’t look at him like that. Why… Why is there scorn in your eyes…? He’d never hurt you, never.

- You’re the only sanctuary of purity in his life, he wants to embrace you. He always has, your happiness has always been his.

- He has always wanted to save you from the hellish life mother nature had dealt you.

So please…

- Let him hug the one thing he cares for one more time. And…

Forget the white lie he gave you.

- Survival: You

The day is today. The date you left Rollo without saying even the slightest hint of a farewell. It has been 364 days, without you.

It’s a sorrowing sight for coworkers of his who know how close you are. But, if they had just looked closer, the looming feeling of festering jealousy would no doubt impede their senses.

Rollo knows he can feel it. He will find a way to drag whatever wretched beasts are ruining you with their filth, down to hell.

“Ah! Mr.Flamme, Hello Hello—!” ringed fingers slam mercilessly into the wood of a desk, any harder and he might’ve broken it. “Be careful…! This desk is expensive…!”

“It’s been a year since [Name] left for these jobs… Why aren’t they back?” Rollos on the verge of bursting a vein, the only composure he has left is strung together by the thin thread of hope he has of you coming back, coming back to him.

“Well, My little Birdie is—”

“There is no My, and there is no Birdie, don’t call them that.”

“Possesive much…”

“It’s not posseviness.” Crowley only nods at him, obviously, he doesn’t believe the man, but he’ll pretend if it means moving this conversation along.

“I will answer your question in due time, now would you please… remind yourself why it is you’re here in the first place?”

———

A/n Did I do a shit ton of research about monsters and their abilities for this, a post that was meant to be a shitpost? No, who would do that? (I would). Anyways, I hope this can satisfy Monster!Twst enjoyers while I work on the heartslaybul chapter, I promise I’m working on it to make it the best possible! (Blame the economy for my lack of activity on it)

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