#julius hurt/comfort

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Sometimes when I'm in the midst of inventing progressively shittier character traits for Cristien Belmont, I like to imagine that when he finally dies, Trevor and Richter will be waiting at the door of the afterlife with freshly shined weapons and fists primed for a pummeling.

[cataclysmic-flare]

Fear You?

What had he done?

Julius stared at his bloodied hands trying but failing to control his panicked breathing, he couldn’t look away from the bloodied lifeless body in front of him.

This couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t have…

but he had. 

As much as he wanted to deny it, the truth was right in front of him. The blood was on his hands, the blood of the one he loved. 

Morgan was dead, and it was all his fault.

Julius woke with a scream. He sat upright on the bed, his hands clutched to his chest as he panted and gasped. His eyes frantically darted around the room until they settled on Morgan’s sleeping form, the mage was sprawled out on his back, peacefully oblivious to the waking world.

Morgan… Julius thought with relief, he reached a hand out to Morgan.

Horrible images of Morgan’s death flashed in his eyes, he flinched back before he could touch Morgan. His head started to pound painfully, he could almost feel the warm blood seeping onto his hands as it had poured from Morgan’s chest.

He’d killed Morgan.

No… no… Julius winced as he scrambled away from Morgan, his head hurt, he could hear something hissing at the back of his skull, threatening to swallow him whole. 

Another scene flashed in his mind, it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory this time. Stop! I don’t want to see it! He gripped his head trying to block out the image of his mother’s corpse, he hadn’t meant to… it wasn’t… it wasn’t him who did it!

“BuT yOu DiD dO iT,” Loptous whispered within him as a dark suffocating aura wrapped around his throat, “aNd YoU’lL dO iT aGaIn.”

“No!” Julius slammed his eyes shut as he felt Loptous’s presence begin to envelop him, “stay back!” Someone… someone please..

Help!

“Julius?” Morgan asked sleepily, his boyfriend slowly sat up and rubbed his eye. In that moment the aura threatening Julius dissipated instantly, he gingerly touched his head, Loptous was gone… 

Morgan blinked awake, his eyes widened in concern and he his hand out, “you’re crying, are you ok-“

“Don’t touch me!” Julius gasped, his hand swatting Morgan’s away, the latter flinched back.  Julius backed away from the mage, he started to tremble and looked away, “please… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Is that what you were dreaming about?” Morgan asked quietly, Julius didn’t turn around to face him. 

“I killed you, Morgan,” Julius whispered, he let out a bitter laugh, “how can I claim to love you.. if I could do something awful like that?” The prince continued, “I killed you with my own hands, I watched as you died, watched as you pleaded, and begged me not to-“

“Julius,” Morgan interrupted, he took Julius’s hand in a gentle but firm grip and guided it to rest onto his chest, “I’m not dead. You haven’t done anything to me.” Julius tried pulling his hand away but Morgan wouldn’t let go, he could feel Morgan’s heart beating at a rhythmic pace and it slowly calmed him down. “It was a nightmare. I know you won’t hurt me.”

It might have just been a nightmare, but the fear was still very real, Julius felt weak and buried his head into Morgan’s shoulder, “But I could.” Julius whispered, “don’t you fear me?”

Morgan ran his hand through Julius’s long red hair, “fear you?” Morgan asked and surprisingly laughed a little, “no, Julius. I don’t fear you.”

“How can you still say that?” Julius asked as Morgan continued to play with his hair, “I could lose myself in an instant and kill you.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Morgan replied immediately, “we were summoned to Askr, where heroes from all over are gathered. Surely we can find a way to help you. Besides the summoner’s contract should stop you from hurting me if it gets really bad.”

“You’re always finding the positive out of any situation,” Julius chuckled softly despite himself, “thank you, my love.” 

Morgan’s hand stopped midway through Julius’s hair which made him pout a little, “anytime Jules.” The mage yawned, “Let’s go back to sleep now.” Julius replied with a small hum of agreement.

The two quietly settled onto their side of the bed, Julius tenderly pulled the blanket over Morgan first before shuffling in himself. He turned to his side, facing away from Morgan. As much as he wanted to hold Morgan in his arms, he just couldn’t right now… his hands shook at the thought. He curled into himself.

Julius felt Morgan’s arms wrap around him from behind, he buried his face into the prince’s back and laughed, his voice muffled, “I think this might be one of the only times I get to be the big spoon.” Julius didn’t reply but Morgan knew it made him feel better.

“Hmph, so it seems.” Julius agreed with a smile, he felt safe in Morgan’s arms, it was a comforting feeling. It reminded him of something he had long ago, a familiar warmth that he’d torn apart with his own hands.  

I won’t let that happen this time. 

I’ll protect you Morgan, even if I lose myself.

If I do end up losing to Loptous… I hope- No, he stopped himself at the thought, he would not put Morgan through something like that. He couldn’t bear to think of how much it would devastate Morgan  if he really went though with it. 

I’ll fight till the end. He silently promised instead.

[peggysousfan]

We're Not Alone Chapter 2 is up now!

Summary

Another year passes and Julie and Marcus' marriage has never been better. Like a flower reborn in the spring the Alexander's marriage has bloomed though the cold, shriveled, times. Over the past year they have grown to trust and find love again. With plans anew on the horizon for the future growth of their family, Julie and Marcus find themselves in a better place than when they first wed.

But what will happen when old affairs return and past troubles come back to life?

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Chapter 1!

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[kresnikcest]

I am once again thinking about how accurate Fractured Ludger and that Fractured anthology Ludger are to Prime Ludger... Julius what do you want

[theautisticfroglord]

Take Your Time

Pairing - captain!julius x reader

Fic type - fluff / hurt-comfort

Warnings - none

notes - this ones kinda short sorry- still cute tho

You joined the gray deer squad recently. Your captain is surprisingly accepting of you. Sometimes, your emotions take over. You usually never cry in front of anyone. Usually, you cry somewhere else. You’re in your room, crying from what happened today. It was overwhelming, and you needed to express it alone. Without you knowing, captain Julius walks by your room and hears sobbing. He notices the door is unlocked, so he walks in to check on you. When he finds you, your head is buried in your pillow as you’re laying in bed. He walks up to you, and you don’t hear him over your cries. He places his hand on your shoulder, causing you to get up to see who it is. You’re panting with tears still streaming down your flushed cheeks. You can’t get any words out as he sits in bed next to you.

“Y/N… what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Julius asks, slightly panicked because of how upset you are.

“Captain…” you manage to whimper. You then wrap your arms around Julius, quietly sobbing as he hugs you back. You feel him petting your hair, and you lean into his touch as you sigh. You feel safe and protected, but you also notice how your face feels warmer than usual, and your heart flutters. You open your eyes, and you notice how calm and sweet his smile is.

“I’m glad you’re calm now, Y/N,” Julius sighs. You then realize you’re sitting in his lap.

“I-I’m sorry, captain,” You mumble about to get off his lap, but then you feel him hugging you tighter. You sigh and relax yourself in his arms.

“You’ve been going through a lot lately. You poor thing,” Julius murmurs as he plays with your hair. You clutch his soft robe. Julius then does something even more unexpected. He kisses you softly on the forehead, and you look up at him, your face reddening even more.

“C-Captain-?” you ask, flustered and surprised. Julius is slightly embarrassed that he did that.

“Sorry, Y/N, I should have asked first,” Julius frowns, blushing and looking away. You sit up a little more and press your face into his neck. He adjusts his arms so you’re more comfortable. He notices how your cheeks are damp and your face feels warm. You then kiss his neck and jawline, making him gasp and blush as well.

“Is it okay that I love you, and I’ve loved you for a while now?” you whisper into his ear.

“Of course, Y/N, I love you too,” he whispers back to you. Julius takes off his and your robe, lays down in your bed and pulls you down with him. He pulls your blanket over the both of you and kisses your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“You’re beautiful…” Julius mumbles. You both noticed that it’s dark out.

“Can I sleep next to you, hon? I don’t want to leave you alone,” Julius whispers into your neck. You softly kiss his forehead as you fall asleep next to him. He falls asleep soon after.

[drmarune]

Hunting party part/2

Collaboration whit @loosesodamarble

Summary

Josele and Cucurucho came as they hunt to a talk about cucurucho’s past as a new born and why the adults are like how they angst is coming up after all it’s tragically past they all have

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Josele looking at him“the last thing we are going to hunt are Moose!!! They are really dangerous more as a bear even! One hit and it it!!!

Cucurucho looking at her are they really this dangerous?!“oh-okay but we can try?

Josele looking at the boy“ no this are really dangerous animals and if they once mad at you they will hunting you done like a bull and in water can’t we flee tho they can swim really good so one of the last things we going to hunt is a moose

Cucurucho „okay then a deer they are harmless they just run mostly……

Josele looking at the boy yes this going to be interesting……..“yes this sounds more safer

Cucurucho smile then more happy to finally getting hunting something bigger

Josele“so Rucho let’s search for deer….but first clean the blood of you

Cucurucho looking at him“okay miss Josele „as so the boy clean fast himself and putting something over the scratch so this they don’t get a infection

Cucurucho smile then at Josele“I’m ready good this time I prove myself

Whit this looking Josele at the boy happy at least the boy is happy and invested in this hunt party

And so they search for deer

Cucurucho walking whit Josele and looking at her“hey miss Josele how did you and sir Nacht meet? Whas I even born then? Or did your meet earlier?“ask he whit interested and innocent eyes

Cucurucho's questions made Josele pause. The boy stopped in his stride and tilted his head in confusion.

"How we met, huh?" Josele's whisper was carried away by a breeze. "Nacht and I met years ago. Before you were born. We were kids at the time."

"Oh wow... So you guys have known each other for a looooooong time," Cucurucho muttered.

"Yup, a very long time." A smile crossed Josele's face as memories came to the front of her mind. "A festival was happening that day, we stumbled upon each other, and just clicked. Nacht and I, and his brother Morgen, spent the whole day together. It was the most fun I'd had in my life at the time."

"So was it one of those love at first sight sorta things for you and Nacht?" Cucurucho asked with an eyebrow raised. "If you loved each other from the beginning, then why did Nacht sleep with another woman for me to be born?"

Josele's expression faltered. "Uh, well... I don't think it was love at first sight. It wasn't for me at least. I was drawn to Nacht from the beginning but not in a romantic way. More like a 'I can feel something between us and I want to explore what it is' way."

Cucurucho's lip curled back in a confused grimace. "Hah? I'll be honest, that makes no fucking sense, Miss Josele."

To that, Josele could only shrug. She realized how long she'd been standing idle and started to walk again.

"Anyways, the point is that I wasn't in love with Nacht right away. But... I'd be lying if I said I didn't have romantic feelings for him around the time you were born." The woman pushed her hair back behind her ears with her hands then lifted her gaze to the sky. "It was a complicated time. I was already very much in love with Morgen and I was dating him, so I couldn't really act on my feelings for Nacht..."

"So then what about Nacht? Did he love you back then? Or did he love my mom?"

"I..." Josele touched a hand to her chest, feeling her shaking heartbeat. "I think he did love me, in some capacity at least."

Cucurucho chewed the inside of his cheek. Did he press Josele too much on the topic? He hoped he hadn't. He just wanted - no, needed - answers. The circumstances of his birth seemed so troubled and if he could just figure them out, then maybe the tension that seemed to follow him everywhere could be resolved.

Cucurucho smile at her then „well it’s good enough you know what you feeling hm…..well I hope my birth didn’t trouble your all much…..

Josele looking at the boy „well you can’t nothing for this cucurucho and as I say I whas whit Morgan at the time

Cucurucho is thinking wo is Morgan? Yami did say he remember him on Morgan what happened to him? Why is she not whit him anymore is he away? Or did they fight? Or most likely something happened to him hm ask over ask‘s

Cucurucho walk thinking before he say something Josele see the boy moving he’s head and cucurucho begin nervously to laugh

Cucurucho:haha well….it’s hart for sure…..but I don’t wanted to trouble you miss Josele…..but something must happen at my birth….I see it on your face’s yami wo did raise my Nacht wo didn’t look in my face in the beginning Julius wo just smile and say I look a lot like one of he’s old friend wo is not anymore wo I figured he mean a teen in the past and you wo looking at my like hm I don’t know I just want to have it all out of the world whit your all….this we can be normal……I don’t understand why can’t be we normal I know your all are nice too my and you try but I felling it………

Josele is taken aback at the Worts of the boy she didn’t know Rucko is so sensitive whit emotion but again he is a child and children know if something is wrong…..

Josele move left to cucurucho and looking straight up but at the boy same time „well you birth well this you where here came out of the blue………did yami tell something about you mother?

Cucurucho nodded „yes he did say she left Nacht alone whit my and this she is a bits€ wo didn’t care about my….hm but why are your all so wired? Did something happen whit my? And wo is Morgan? I’m connected whit him this all are wired because of it???

Josele placed her hand on top of Cucurucho's head. The boy bristled and looked at her through the corner of his eyes.

"Rucho... I'm sorry," she said softly. "You are right that us adults aren't totally honest with you. And... we don't act normally around you. Because, honestly, your presence is pretty complicated."

Cucurucho's eyes went wide. He felt his chest begin to ache and his stomach begin to churn uncomfortably.

"So... Morgen was Nacht's younger brother. And in the past, I dated Morgen and even got engaged to him."

Cucurucho's mouth fell open. He wasn't expecting that connection between Nacht and Morgen.

"Before you entered our lives, things were very peaceful for me, Nacht, Morgen, and Yami. Then when your mother turned up with you in her arms, our lives changed a lot," Josele explained. She stroked Cucurucho's hair. "Nacht struggled to be a parent and so Morgen often was there to help him. Yami and I helped too of course. You definitely don't remember because you were a newborn at the time but all four of us were working together to keep baby you alive."

The expression on Josele's face as she spoke was sad. Her gaze wavered, sometimes glancing at Cucurucho but never staying on him long.

"It went well for a while. Then... Morgen died in a tragic accident. Nacht, Yami, and I were really shaken by his death. Nacht and I reacted the worst. Yami had to be the strong one and took you in all on his own because me and Nacht failed."

Cucurucho pursed his lips and let his gaze fall. It was true that he'd been in Yami's custody for as long as he could remember. It was only recently that he started spending more time with Nacht and Josele. And they kept their distance because...

"I'm sorry, Rucho... Sometimes I look at you and remember a lot of pain. Heartbreak, confusion, and feeling lost in general. It's not your fault, kid, it's just... fate had horrible timing."

"I..." He couldn't say he understood, because he really didn't.

Cucurucho beginning to laughing really hard not because it’s funny because he can’t understand it really Josele looking at the boy irritated and not knowing what to say

Cucurucho looking at her and smile“well I can’t say I understand it really to be true but I think I will talk whit Sir Nacht and yami about it too to get there view and understand it more….

Josele smile sad and unsure at him“I wouldn’t be too be honest…..but I will be there if you need to talk more

Cucurucho smile at her“well let’s stop talking more about this stuff let’s hunting deer’s!!!!!

Josele doesn’t want too talk too be honest yes she would say some stuff but she won’t want to spoiled too mode here……so she nodded at him

Cucurucho smile then“ok miss Josele let’s do it!!!“say the boy and jump happy up and down but he’s laughing give away he’s nervous

Josele looking at the boy and then around „hm so let’s search for deer’s after all we need to feed

So both search for tracks from deer’s

[burnforyou]

JULIUS CAESAR - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! based off of calpurnia’s omen. hurt/comfort, luigi comforts reader after a bad dream. just fluff, short.

an arm reached across the bed and flicked the bedside table lamp on, illuminating two bodies on a bed:

one thrashing and whimpering, crying out for the other.

the other scrambling, trying to awaken the other.

“no, no!” you cried out, pushing past people in the court room. others stood up and shouted with you. the judges gavel failed to silence anyone.

“y/n,” luigi looked back at you, tears welling up in his eyes. he had so much pain on his face. you reached your arm out to him, trying to touch him one last time. trying to feel the love of your life one last time.

a thousand memories flashed before you:

your first kiss after your second date. he was so nervous, his hands nearly shaking as he held you.

your first trip to hawaii together, when he showed you where he used to live. he brought you to his favorite beach, one that tourists don’t know about. it was just you two and the setting sun there when he told you he loved you.

crying laughing in bed with him about absolutely nothing, you’re both just delirious and tired and so in love everything’s funny.

“y/n, wake up,” his voice rings in your head.

dancing in the kitchen under the refrigerator light.

when he surprised you with a promise ring on your birthday, engraved with your names.

your weekly date nights he plans each time, trying out new restaurants and fun places weekly.

simply him being there for you when it felt like nobody else was. him understanding you and you understanding him on a deep level you cannot achieve ever again.

a cops arm caught you before you could touch him, pushing you back so you hit the ground with a thud.

you sat up with a gasp, eyes desperately searching the dark room. your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but nothing was there. just your plain bedsheet.

“y/n,” luigi brought you into him, burrowing your head into his warm chest. his arms captured you completely, protecting you from the rest of the world.

"lu," you sobbed, choking on your tears. your tears wet his chest.

“it’s just a dream,” he said softly, warm hands rubbing your back. “i’ve got you.”

you crane your neck to look up at him. the lamp illuminates his face lightly, his features glowing a pretty orange. he presses a soft, comforting kiss to your forehead.

you grip onto his back, needing him impossibly closer.

"I'm here.” he begins rocking you back and forth. your sobs subside.

"you cant go.” you whisper, holding onto him like he’s leaving you now. you lay the side of your head on his chest so you can still look up at him, just making sure he’s still there. he holds your head like you would hold a baby.

"im not going anywhere."

"you cant go to New York," another tear falls when you remember what happened to him. your can’t handle losing him.

"why baby?"

he furrows his eyebrows, confusion filling him.

"my dream, I saw it! you got framed for a huge crime- a murder! and you went to jail forever and they said- they-“ you stuttered, struggling to get the words out.

“come on.”

“they said they were going to do the death penalty.”

luigi’s breath stutters and he holds you tighter against him. you listen to his heartbeat, ba-dump, ba-dump, finding comfort in hearing his alive body on your own.

“it’s just a dream, it’s not real baby.”

“I never got to see you again," you start sobbing again, filling your bedroom with your hiccups and sniffling.

"shh, baby. it's just a bad dream."

he strokes your messy hair.

"no luigi, you cant go."

“i won’t go to New York, alright?” he raises his eyebrows down at you.

you nod frantically.

“you cant.”

“i won’t.” he stroked your tear-stained face with his calloused hand.

"you promise?"

"promise."

“i love you,” he lays back slowly, bringing you back down on the cold pillows with him. your eyes fall shut and darkness takes over once again.

“sleep now baby, i’m here.”

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi! Could I request number 19 with Sirius! I'm seeing the vision of a victorian playboy vampire in my head hehe, thank you <3

He would be such a prim little vampire!!

You hear a bang in the theatre as you start closing up and roll your eyes.

A month and a half ago, you’d have been scared, but after all this time at the theatre you can’t bring yourself to feel the fear.

When you hear the bang again and the unmistakable sound of glass shattering you stomp to the stage room and glower.

“Oh a theatre loving vampire, how original!” You call as you spot the blood sucker on stage near the broken bulb.

All your coworkers had mentioned seeing the black haired man multiple times but they all brushed it off as a specter.

You’d met the black haired man one time on your smoke break when he’d looked longingly at the cigarette and then hid again.

“Is that sarcasm or sass, mortal?” You smile as he sits on the stage, his coat only a little crumpled.

“The things you’d do for attention, I would hope you could tell the difference, Sirius.”

He shrugs, watching as you clean up the bigger bits of glass with your hands. “I was bored, you never show fun plays anymore. I’m bored of Hamlet and Julius Cesar.”

You roll your eyes, tutting when he makes to help you. “What would you prefer?”

Sirius takes the glass from you, and cleans the smaller shards. “The Ferryman? King Charles III? I’d even suffer through your actors rendition of Twelfth Night, darling.”

You sigh as he tosses the glass into a rubbish bin. “They’re not that bad.”

Sirius gawps, “They’re entirely awful! There’s no passion or soul in their acting.”

You snicker, “Pot calling kettle black a bit there, Siri. Neither do you.”

He nips your hand playfully, “I have enough of a soul for the theatre.” Despite the playfulness, you know he’s sad about not being able to act anymore.

“Maybe I can talk them into something you can be in. Introduce you as my foreign friend, you could pass for French.”

He flicks his hair and bares his teeth, he’s got a pretty smile even with the fangs.

“You’re a doll, but I think I’m a bit past it poppet. Plus, I’d outshine them so spectacularly that I’d be getting so many calls that I couldn’t go to.” You lean your head on his shoulder, even with all the layers he’s cold.

“I wish you weren’t tied to this place.” You murmur, Sirius shrugs. A millennia goes to the perimeter of a place really numbs you to it.

“If you find a Lovegood you could break it, but I do believe they’re all gone.”

You sit up, “A what?” He cannot be serious.

“A Lovegood, they’re the best magicians in the world. Well witches is more accurate, but they’ve got that sense of whimsy to them that can’t be dimmed even through generations.”

“Sirius ask me what my last name is.” you’re buzzing and he can hear the excitement in your blood.

“Poppet,” you shake your head.

“I told you occultism isn’t as feared as it used to be. These talismans aren’t just a joke. My mum says they help you see things,” you shrug.

“I used to think she was full of it, till I came across ghosts and a few other things that definitely made kids think I was crazy.”

“You’ve been under my nose for months? I’ve lost my touch then.”

You can’t help the teasing lilt to your voice, “Well you can’t really be blamed Can you? You haven’t fed on anything but mice in decades.”

Sirius scowls, “I won’t feed on you, don’t even try it.”

You shrug, “I’ll go home and see if I can get anything out of my mother about the Lovegood legacy. See if I can find Luna’s grimoire.”

Sirius kisses you’re forehead, “You’re a saint, do try not to get hurt looking for it. If you can’t find it, I’m quite comfortable where I am.”

You don’t say anything as you walk out, Sirius stopping you for a kiss to your lips before letting you go.

You’re certain you can find the book; your great great grandmother was just as kooky as you are, you have an inkling of where to look.

[distressxox]

Hiiiiiii, I've been stalking your page because your writing is yummy and you capture the essence of the characters really well😫.

Can you write some nsfw headcanons of Julius, Meguro and Wakatsuki with an inexperienced afab s/o who is embarrassed when it comes to sex . Like s/o is shy when the fighters strip naked, they are shy to show their figure to the fighters, they are shy when the fighters try to touch them, they try to hold back making sounds etc.... and how would the fighters react/respond to that. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

yes Yes YES. My baby Meguro needs some lovin

Kengan Men with an Inexperienced S/o

Content: 18+, Afab bodyparts, kinda smutty

Julius Reinhold

• Has had his share of one night stands and short lived relationships. When he was younger that is.

• He's good at comforting them, saying that they don't have to go through with 'the deed' if they don't want to. But despite their shyness, they have to reassure him that they do.

• He's already half naked, because clothes don't fit him. But when he's holding his s/o close to him, they can't help but blush and squirm.

• "Can you take off my clothes for me?" His s/o was too embarrassed to do it by themselves, and infront of him.

• His face got red, no doubt what they said had turned him on. And thus, taking off their clothes became a kink for him.

• He thinks it's sexy when they're shy. Hiding their breasts with their arm while closing their legs. And fuuucckk he thinks it's even sexier when they try to be confident and touch him.

• The best part is when he touches them. Massaging their breasts with his big hands, this thumbs grazing over their nipples. Their whimpers are music to his ears, and only tell him that they want more.

• His muscles are stiff enough for you to hold onto while his giant fingers curl inside them and stretch them out. He's a gentle giant, and has to hold himself back when he's turned on by their noises.

Meguro Masaki

• Despite being a freak, he has 0 experience with sex and has never even been romantically involved with anyone. So he's in the same boat with his s/o, more or less.

• The first time was...experimental. His s/o has to tell him what feels good, what hurts, the same goes for him.

• If anyone initiates sex, it's him. Mostly because he's curious. However he has no idea why they're so shy in the first place.

• Meguro doesn't care about being naked, it feels more natural to him. It confuses him why his s/o keeps staring at him and stuttering.

• Most importantly, he likes going down on his s/o with his abnormally long tongue. It makes his s/o extremely embarrassed because he's looking directly at their needy pussy. Drooling and foaming at the mouth.

• Pries their legs open and goes to town anyways, looking up at them as they mewl. The shyness they had vanishing in an instant and wrapping their legs around his neck.

• Enjoys being dominant and watching them squirm as a sorts of whines escape their mouth. It fills him with carnal urges, watching his s/o submit for him.

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• Has had a few healthy relationships, so he knows how to take the lead when his s/o is nervous. Whispering sweet nothings in their ear, instilling enough confidence in them to take off their clothes

• He knows what his body does to their s/o. Blushing and hiding their face while he hovers over them in bed.

• Loves to tease them, palming their clit while making his s/o work through their embarrassment to beg him to put a finger in.

• When he buys them lingerie he likes seeing them get flustered when he pulls it out of the bag. As soon as they have it on they cover their breasts and look away from him, only for Wakatsuki to pry their hands away. Carrying them to the bed and making sure to ravage them.

• Slow thrusts, just enough to drive them crazy.

• "You're so beautiful, taking my cock like that" only for his s/o to whimper in reply. Never fails to make his cock twitch when his s/o is speechless while taking him completely

[queers-gambit]

Save Me From Myself

prompt: ( requested ) in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.

pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Last of Us

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: (short as hell at) 1.9k+

warnings: very mild spoilers, there's probably cursing, oneshot (no part two), hurt no comfort, mild angst, shorty shorty short short shorty! author is disappointed in this one, she wanted to give much more.

"Gimme that," you grunted at Ellie, picking her backpack from her shoulder with ease as the shorter young lady protested with a small growl.

"I got it - "

"Take a break," you smiled at the kid, shouldering her pack. "Tell me another one of those shitty jokes you love so much."

Ellie smirked and whipped out her book, flipping through a few pages, scanning the pages, then deciding on one. "What... Is Beethoven's favorite fruit?"

You shrugged, "No idea."

"Ba-na-na-naaaaa!"

You laughed, you couldn't help it. "Goddamnit. That's a good one," you praised, eyeing her for a moment as she silently read down the page. You wondered, "You know, I meant to ask, but why that book in particular?"

"My friend gave it to me... It was a present," she explained softly, seeing your head nod of understanding. "What did one ocean say to the other?"

"Nothing, they just waved," you smirked.

"You shithead," she tisked. "Okay, okay, here's a good one. What's brown... And sticky?"

"Oh, Ellie, don't be gross - "

"A stick."

There was a long pause.

"Oh, you know what? Fuck you," You laughed heartily. "I gotta remember that, I like that one."

"You'll like this one, too. Why should you never trust stairs?"

You knew the answer, but humored her, "Why?"

"Because they're always up to something."

You chuckled, "Good one, kid, yeah. Okay, okay, wait, I got one."

"Lay it on me."

"How do you cut a Roman Emperors hair?"

"How?" She grinned, ready for the punchline.

"With Caesars."

Ellie paused, offering a confused look, "I don't get that one."

You both stared at one another for a long moment, still walking through the cold, dead field.

"You don't know Julius Caesar?"

"No? Who the hell is that?"

You chuckled, "You know what? Just as well, who fucking cares about the Roman Empire when we're living in the end-of-days?"

"It's a decent joke," Joel spoke for the first time in hours; holding his rifle protectively as he lead you both through the wilderness, "for what it's worth."

You smirked at Ellie and teased, "Told you I was funny."

"You used the term punny."

"Both are accurate."

"I think you're just an idiot."

"I think you've got a helluva mouth on you."

Ellie grinned and flipped through her book, your gaze trailing to Joel and eyeing him for a long moment. You've known him since you were 19 and hired to babysit his daughter, Sarah. Joel was everything you could've asked for - loyal, sweet, protective, respectful. You had been at their house, doing coursework for your university program when the Outbreak happened. You did what you could to help protect Sarah, but in the end, nobody was safe, nobody was immune, and Death stretch His hand unto all of mankind alike.

He left only select few, you, Joel, and Tommy being amongst the survivors.

The past twenty years had been anything but easy, and while you had gone into this pandemic together, you and Joel didn't actually stick together the whole time. When you settled in Boston with Tommy, Tess, and a few other nomads, you were exhausted from the brutality you were forced to survive in, and so, first chance you had, you broke away.

Technically, you and Tommy broke away. But still.

Joel turned to a life of shadiness with Tess at his right hand (and on his cock). The two of you becoming estranged, until he saved your ass from a pair of FEDRA agents harassing citizens.

He didn't just distract your assailants, but put them in the dirt, helped pick you up, dust off, check for injury, then escort you home. Once at your apartment, he ensured you weren't hurt and was truly okay, and after that, he was back in your life - like the snap of fingers.

You hated to admit it, but it felt nice having a constant back in your life. Joel was your tether to reality, and without him, you felt akin to a kite with the string cut - useless and drifting away.

After that, you came around a little more to see how much your old neighbor had changed in your time apart. Joel was familiar, he was family; had always been something of a source of peace for you. He was usually protective of your wellbeing - even if he had a strange (and borderline unhealthy) way of showing it - creating a bubble of safety.

You eventually left the Fireflies and met Bill and Frank, venturing out and about with Joel and Tess; the latter of who simply despised you for just existing. She was never fond of you, more so now that Joel was obviously attached to you.

Joel never let her argue about you; he never cared for her opinion nor what assumptions she had. He kept you close, he liked your close; and if she sneered any hateful slander, Joel was swift to push her away in favor of you.

One time, he even literally locked her out of the apartment because she was rude to you and told you to "get lost!".

How could you not feel safe? Comfortable? Secure?

When you made it to Jackson and found Tommy once more, you were overjoyed by his familiar face and scent, but quickly pulled him aside to voice your concern for Joel.

"He's been clutching his chest, walking slower than I've seen before," you whispered to Tommy. "I don't think he's havin' a heart episode, but somethin' ain't right, Tommy. He's not doing the best."

"I'll talk to him," he assured.

You believed him, there was no reason not to. You (willfully blindly) believed Tommy would go about this subject with sensitivity and wouldn't mention your words of concern, but you were wrong. Very wrong. Joel had a known temper and if he caught wind that you spoke his name, even in passing, he would lash out, so, truly, you thought Tommy wouldn't tip Joel off.

The moment you returned "home" (to the house you, Ellie, and Joel were offered), you were met with a fuming Joel and an awkward looking Ellie. "What's going on?" You felt worried, fearing for the worst, asking, "What's wrong?"

"You," Joel snapped. "You're what's wrong."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Joel," Ellie tried with a frown, "she just walked in 0 "

"You had a word with Tommy now, did'yah?" He demanded, ignoring Ellie to focus his glare fully on you.

"Well - yeah - I mean - "

"No," he seethed with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, "where the hell you get off talkin' to my brother like that? Huh? You worried 'bout me, you say somethin' to me - otherwise, the hell you talkin' for?"

"Joel - "

"You overstepped," he shook his head and pointed a scolding finger at you, "and my health ain't your concern - "

"Of course, it is! Fuck's sake, how can you even say that? I get you're mad, fine, okay, you know what? I get it, I'm sorry if I overstepped by telling Tommy how worried I am, but for the love of God, Joel, I am worried about you because you're not the same man you once were!"

"Are any of us?" He huffed.

"You don't think we've noticed the way you've slowed? How you clutch your chest? I'm allowed to be worried - "

"You know, if you weren't so Goddamn clingy all the time, you wouldn't feel whatever compulsion this is to concern yourself with something that ain't got shit to do with you."

You blinked in shock, feeling disarmed by the harsh tone and bruising words he offered. "Joel, we're both worried about you,," Ellie stepped in again. "Don't be such a dick, she's just looking out for you."

"By involving those that don't need to be involved?" He sneered, glaring at the girl before rounding on you. "From now on, you stay in your place - enough with this - this fucking - this protector bullshit you think of me as. You cling any fucking tighter and I'll suffocate, so back the hell off."

You nodded slowly, watching him storm off; door slamming after him hard enough to make both you and Ellie flinch. "I, uh..." You cleared your throat, "I should... Um, uh, you know what, I'll jusy - uh, yeah, no, I can just... Yeah, I should - yeah."

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"You didn't do anything."

"No, but that wasn't very nice of him to say."

"No, I suppose not," you smiled ruefully, giving a hearty, heavy sniffle. "I should, you know, go and find somewhere to crash - "

"Why wouldn't you stay here?"

"I don't exactly like to linger where I'm not wanted," you mused, keeping your tears at bay. "I just need to clear my head for a bit. Go for a walk or something. Maybe he just needs some space, I don't want to be here and upset him more... You two have a mission at hand," you tried to smile, "that's bigger than us all, and whether I see the end of it or not doesn't matter now - what matters is you, Ellie. This petty squabble will pass," you lied, "because you're all that matters. I won't risk further upsetting Joel, gambling with this already sketchy-ass plan and put everything we've worked towards so far at jeopardy."

You both smiled ruefully.

"I know when to walk away," you ended softly.

She nodded, opening her mouth but closing it instantly; knowing you were stubborn enough that she didn't even attempt to stop you. So, she did the only thing she knew she could do: offered her joke book.

"Oh, Ellie, no," you breathed, "no, no, I can't take that, it was a gift."

"And now I'm gifting it to you," she shrugged, holding the book out. "C'mon, just take it, it'll make me feel good knowing you're cracking shitty jokes to yourself - or whoever will listen."

"I can't take this," you whispered.

"Just make sure you stay alive to give it back," Ellie compromised.

"Deal," you smirked, opening your arms and embracing the girl the moment she rushed into your chest. "I'll miss you," you whispered. You promised to see her as soon as you could (so you could return the joke, of course), kissed her forehead, then grabbed your bag, which had yet to be unpacked, and left the house.

You managed to find lodging in the old cantina, and you'd never know that when Joel got back that evening and saw your items gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. In his head, with you gone, it was one less painful reminder of Sarah, the life he had before; and while his mind played tricks into thinking he saw Sarah in town today, he realized you were the constant trigger.

The single strand that kept him in the past.

Constant reminder of who he was, who he wanted to be.

Prevented him from truly moving on.

Though not done in the best or most respectful way, in his heart, Joel knew he needed to shove you into the mud to get you to let go; you saw too much "good" in him. You saw him in the same light as Sarah, and he couldn't handle that; could not fathom that there was anyone left in this world who saw anything remotely humane in him.

So, Joel did what he did best: made his own life infinitely harder by pushing away those who loved him.

requesting rules and masterlist

TLOU masterlist

Clingy Baby masterlist

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

I made a thing.

[suffarustuffaru]

OKAY heres some basic plot details!! under the read more…

this au is just like the canon gender if that tappei has… but with a twist (our mcs are explicitly lgbtq 🙏🙏)

rein/adelheid (she/he/they) and subaru (he/she, preferably) are afab— when they meet in arc one, they introduce themselves as just reinhard* and natsumi schwartz* respectively. this is bc rein wants to be normal, subaru wants to claim male isekai protaghood bc new world new me new start right i want ALL the male isekai power fantasy, and you totally shouldnt examine it further than that ahaha… (both of them are nonbinary and DONT EVEN KNOW…)

adelheid has long hair as a kid. back when there was no shit hitting the fan, theresia and heinkel and carol would do her hair <3 but then shit hits the fan and she resembles theresia A Lot. adelheid of course has to duel her dad at the ripe age of 5, and at the end of the duel she cuts it All Off. her personal feelings on her hair is that she does like how it is, long or short, but her family sure doesnt like her looking like theresia so now its all gone…. and thats not even going into the politics of a male sword saint vs a female sword saint…

in canon, we dont really see any female knights iirc? so both julia (afab julius) and adelheid have been Different as knights... of course this doesnt mean that girls cant be fighters or warriors - only that they cant really be Knights atm. with the exception of the sword saint. so of course julia works her way in with her own blood sweat and tears. and the sword saint automatically becomes a knight Because she is the sword saint. lovely julia adelheid dynamics haha T^T

emilio meanwhile is grappling with the fact that he is in fact. a boy. theres of course the gender roles that comes with this - because he has a lot of canon typical learned helplessness which would probably be a little more frowned upon by a boy - and of course. hes conflicted over whether hes Real about this or being a coward because of his resemblance to the witch of envy, satella.

also. subaru when shes more femme presenting + emilio do look cishet which im sure combines in interesting ways with subarus specific brand of Denial + specific brand of intense love for emilio and subarus other pals.

subaru has short hair upon being isekaied bc she recently used natsumi schwartz to attend high school as a boy for as long as possible and see if anyone would notice (this is totally not because subaru has gender things going on... which also adds another layer to subarus inferiority complex regarding her dad.)

subaru introduces different pronouns and Gender Things to emilio and rein <3 of course subaru has. her Own issues. but all three of them are gonna work on it together!! and in the process subaru discovers she is Bisexual. oops.

regarding names - subaru and adelheid are cool with their birth names and honestly love their parents on top of that, but they make the names/personas "natsumi schwartz" and "reinhard" for their own means. aka presenting more masc. subaru wants to be a Hero... adelheid wants to be a normal person :(( emilio is also mostly cool with his birth name and loves his family - he just adjusts it so it fits him better <3 it is "lio" now!!!! and "emilio-tan"!!!!!

felix in this au - turacoverdin and i did not decide much on felix iirc - but felix and crusch either way. they very much incite gender feelings in reinhard and subaru...

also lastly. garfiel is a girl now. turacoverdin and i did not go much into this atm but garfiel is a girl now pls know that <3

so um um a certain turacoverdin and i made nonbinary rein, nonbinary subaru, and trans masc emilio au……

[wordstome]

Last night I did what I always do when I can’t fall asleep: think about fictional men. Here’s a list of wonderful stories written by incredibly talented people who have helped me think about fictional men by providing the most delicious playgrounds.

In the interest of keeping my recommendations brief, I'm going to talk about what I liked about the fic instead of summarizing what it's about. To know what it's actually about you're just gonna have to click through and read the fic <3

(and just in case anybody's gotten lost, this is all COD, mostly modern MW)

✦ complete ║ ➠ ongoing

König

✦Just Friends by @kneelingshadowsalome Salome is so good at capturing a very unique interplay between König’s social awkwardness and his deep, dark, nasty inclinations. He’s so feral and enjoyable to read, and the sheer force of his desire for Engel is downright intoxicating. I find it difficult to describe how much of an impact Just Friends has had on me and my portrayal of König, to be honest. There's a reason why three of Salome's fics are on this rec list.

✦Fatum Nos Iungebit by kneelingshadowsalome Five words. König with his cock out. That's it. Okay, but in all seriousness, I love his character applied to this setting. All the raw visceral violence a König could ever want, a pretty little lady in his bed—he's so boyish and happy in this au it brings me such joy. The way their relationship between him and Fee develops is so natural and so sweet. Please for the love of God read this.

➠Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus The chase. The pursuit. The adrenaline when Mouse dances out of König's reach once more. I'm a little biased because I adore Julius and Jenny (I could call her Lucretia but the double J names make me giggle) as ocs already, but CMD is so, so well written. The tension, the flirting, the scene where he catches her falling out of the tree?! As I said in a reblog, I shrieked. You know when you're reading something that's so good you want to bite down on it and shake like a dog with a toy? (No? Just me?) That's how I feel about CMD.

➠Anything by @darklordofthesimp Anything, in only 7 chapters (they are hefty, don’t get me wrong), has turned König and Birdy’s dynamic from “THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS IRREVERSIBLY SCARRED MY BODY AND MY BRAIN, AND I CANNOT TRUST HIM” to “these two are going to get married someday”. (author if you’re reading this, I say that not as an expectation or prediction, but as a vibe reading.) This one is for the hurt/comfort girlies. Also, shoutout to all the other stories set in the Anything-verse. Sunshine and Ghost are just soooo *grips my hand in a fist so hard it shakes*

➠If you need to be mean by @gremlingottoosilly This mostly serves as a blanket recommendation for all of Gremlin’s fics. I found If you need to be mean, and then visiting Gremlin’s author page was like opening a treasure chest. Want to be König’s pampered, (unwilling) little housewife? That’s If you need to be mean. Want a harem fic with almost all of the COD MW men? Gremlin has two, both with their own little spin to keep it fun. Do you want König to keep you in his basement or hunt you down as a serial killer? Gremlin's got it. Monsterfucker? Gremlin has that too. Special shoutout goes to 1295 kilometers. I think about fucking König on a train a lot now.

➠Break my mind by @kaiasdevotion (kaiasown on ao3) There’s no way around this. This fic has the most unhinged, kinky, downright dangerous smut I’ve read in the cod fandom so far (positive). Just Friends König is the metric by which I judge all other Königs’ nastiness, and Break my mind König is tipping so hard on the “unhinged horny violent freak (affectionate)” end of the scale he’s about to fall off. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've developed a taste for writing/reading from König's perspective, and he's so chillingly deranged in the most controlled way possible during the chapters from his pov. Incredible writing. Chefs kiss.

✦Experimental by @uhohdad (surgeoninspace on ao3) Alright, enough of just König being nasty. He is still nasty in this one, but he’s not the only one who gets to have a little fun and be a total creep. Our little scientist here is a grade A pervert, and I was delighted the whole way through. The most important thing I need in a fic is suspension of disbelief, and Experimental takes an unrealistic, maybe a little bit silly situation and makes it so believable. Everybody reacts the way you would expect them to, even if the scenario they're in is A Lot.

➠Little Mouse and Rotes Madchen by @sprout-fics I'm combining the recommendation for these two because while they are both very much distinct, unique fics, I love them the same way. Sprout is such an engaging writer, and the internal dialogue of her characters is so well done. It reveals their personality, motivations, and internal conflicts without being overly expository. Do you guys remember that post I put on the König bible about instant obsession? It's this inexorable attraction borne from obsession that sticks me to Little Mouse like a glue trap. (Is that too morbid?)

✦Hot in Sarajevo by @50cal-fullauto Rags' König characterization post is on my Königcore bible, for very good reason. They get it. König is a feral dog forced to live as a man and loves like a total maniac, emotionally and sexually. I marked Hot in Sarajevo as complete but I don't know how many parts there are going to be, and frankly, I do want more. However, if you're going to only read one part (which. why would you do that??? read both.) I recommend the second part. I want to write love like that. Goddamn.

Ghost

Yeah, this list is a little bare bones right now. I'm gonna get back to it, I promise.

✦Anhedonia by kneelingshadowsalome The way. Salome takes the "I would take a bullet for him but he's so cold to me" premise and then flips it entirely on its head for the second part is so important to me. The way Simon craves the reader is like human catnip. I reread this fic all the time.

Keegan

✦For the Weak and Weary by @halcyone-of-the-sea Read this if you want to believe in true love. That's all. Go on now.

Multiple

✦Easy by @danibee33 When people say "I wish this were a book!" about fanfiction, they usually mean it in a "this is good enough to be published by the traditional publishing industry" way. When I say I want Easy (and Diablesa) to be a book, I mean it in a "I want to get this story bound in a beautiful ass cover and keep it on a shelf so I can take it down and reread it whenever I want" way. I don't want the traditional publishing industry to get their claws in this, because it's perfect as it is. This fic is so wild and fun, and the character moments are so special and well done. Do yourself a favor and savor this one.

➠@ghouljams's entire blog [masterlist] "What do you mean someone's entire blog" YOU HEARD ME. Those aus are some good shit. Good characterization, delicious premises, love the group effort of it all. To absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite couple is König and Bee from the cowboy au (ditzy but well-meaning and competent in her own way woman x big strong man who is obsessed with her and maybe also creeping on her, my beloved), but I also have a fondness for Ghost and Die from demon darlings au. Trust me on this one. Dig into those masterlists babey.

[mercillery]

Can you do the yandere alphabet for Julius and Lucius?

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + YANDERE THEMES + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Anon, I’m gonna be honest with you—I haven’t written for Lucius in so long I lowkey kind of struggled for his part…so sorry about that ❤️‍🩹

JULIUS NOVACHRONO

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Julius is a naturally affectionate guy, no doubt about it. But as a yandere? Oh, he cranks that up to eleven. He’s not just attentive; he’s hyper-attentive, to the point where you might start wondering if he’s somehow become omnipresent. His affection goes beyond sweet gestures and into full-on "I need to know you’re okay every single second" territory. He’s always there, making sure you’re comfortable, cared for, and wrapped up in his Time Magic like some magical security blanket. The man’s like your personal space heater—but, you know, with magic.

And if we’re being real here, he’s not shy about physical affection either. He’s always reaching for your hand, brushing your hair out of your face, or hugging you like you’re going to vanish if he lets go. It’s sweet, but it’s also a little intense—like he’s trying to make sure you don’t forget for even a second that you’re his. Honestly, it's like the guy can’t breathe without you nearby, which is pretty ironic considering he’s the Wizard King with control over time. He could literally freeze a moment and stretch it out forever, but nope, he’s right there, all up in your business 24/7.

But here’s the thing: his affection, while overwhelming, is never meant to be suffocating. He genuinely means well; he’s just so head over heels that he’s a bit clueless about how overbearing it comes off. He’s like a puppy who doesn’t realize he’s grown into a full-sized dog and keeps trying to fit in your lap. It’s not that he’s trying to smother you; it’s just that he’s so wrapped up in his feelings that he can’t handle the idea of being apart from you for even a nanosecond. He might be the ruler of time, but when it comes to you, every moment feels like a lifetime without your presence.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?)

Julius does absolutely everything in his power to avoid physical violence; he’s the kind of yandere who prefers to get what he wants through clever manipulation and the strategic use of his magic. He’s got that "I’d rather talk it out" energy, or maybe "I’d rather warp time and rearrange the situation until it works in my favor" kind of vibe. Bloodshed? That’s like, plan Z—wayyyyyyyy at the bottom of the list of options. He’s not eager to see anyone hurt, especially since, despite the whole obsessive yandere thing, the guy still has a heart. It’s just a heart that happens to be laser-focused on you. But hey, at least he’s consistent, right?

Even in his yandere state, he’s still compassionate and empathetic; he genuinely believes violence isn’t the answer. It’s like he’s trying to show that even with his unhealthy levels of obsession, he can still hold on to some of that Wizard King morality. But, and it’s a big but, if it ever came down to it—like if he really had no other choice, if every possible peaceful method had failed—then yeah, he’d resort to violence. He’d do it swiftly, though. Julius isn’t the type to let things get messy; he’d use his time magic to make it quick and painless, like pulling off a band-aid (a magical band-aid, mind you).

It’s not that he wants to spill blood; it’s more like he’d do whatever it takes to protect what’s most important to him: you. And if that means ensuring anyone who threatens you is out of the picture, well, he’s got the power to handle it discreetly. He’s not about to let things get dramatic or drawn-out. In his mind, if it must be done, it’s going to be done efficiently, with as little suffering as possible. He’s still got that compassionate side buried in there—just wrapped up in a whole lot of obsession.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Honestly, kidnapping isn’t Julius’s style—even in yandere mode. The guy’s all about playing the long game, keeping things friendly, and working his charm. He’s got that Wizard King charisma, and he’d much rather convince you with sweet words and acts of kindness than snatch you up and lock you away. But, alright, let’s imagine he does resort to kidnapping—because, you know, the question calls for it.

If Julius were to kidnap you, it would be the most polite, gentle kidnapping imaginable. You’d almost be confused, like, “Wait, am I being kidnapped, or am I on a really weird vacation?” He wouldn’t be rude, mocking, or condescending—no, no, that’s not how he treats his beloved. Why would he ever speak harshly to you? You’re the person he cherishes above all else. So instead, he’s all smiles and soft words, doing his best to make the whole situation seem as un-scary as possible. It’s almost unsettling how sweet he is about the whole thing—like, you know something’s not right, but at the same time, how could someone so gentle and caring be the bad guy here?

At first, he might go a little overboard with the pampering, trying to ease you into the situation and get you comfortable. He knows what he’s done doesn’t sit right with you because, you know, kidnapping is usually a red flag, so he’s on a mission to prove that it’s not as bad as it seems. Expect all the royal treatment—meals brought to you, cozy blankets, books, and entertainment, anything to make you feel comfortable and safe. It’s almost like he’s overcompensating, trying to fill the awkwardness of the situation with as much affection and care as possible.

In his eyes, he’s just doing what’s necessary to get you past any fears you might have of him. But here’s the kicker: he’s so nice about it that it makes you question everything. It’s like he’s trying to rewrite the narrative of kidnapping itself—“Oh, you’re not my captive; you’re my honored guest!” And throughout it all, he remains respectful, patient, and kind, making it clear that no matter how strange things are, he’d never dream of being cruel to you. In his mind, if he’s as gentle and caring as possible, you’ll come to accept his affection and eventually see things his way.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?)

Like I mentioned just now, Julius isn’t the type to jump straight to abduction. He’s all about patience and subtlety. But, okay, if we’re diving into this hypothetical where he does kidnap you, it’s a bit more complicated. The thing is, it’s all about time—fitting for someone with Time Magic, right? At first, he’s going to do the classic yandere thing: take away your will (and ability) to leave. No sneaking out, no slipping away when he’s not looking. You’re basically stuck, and he makes sure of that. He might not be thrilled about it, but he’s too concerned and worried to let you out of his sight at first. You’re kept safely in his space, just like any other yandere would do.

But here’s where things get interesting. As time goes on—because, hey, no one’s as good with time as Julius—he’s watching you closely. He’s waiting for that moment when you start to calm down, to settle into the situation, and maybe even… accept it? He’s hoping that as you mellow out and get more comfortable around him, you’ll start to relax. And once he sees that, he’ll start to loosen his grip. Slowly, he’ll give you back a little bit of freedom, like easing off the brakes after a long stop.

It’s not because he wants to keep you locked away forever. No, deep down, Julius wants you to be free—he really does. He’s not one of those yanderes who thrives on control just for control’s sake. But the problem is, he can’t risk losing you. The thought of you just up and leaving one day? Terrifying. That’s why he kidnaps you in the first place. He can’t take any chances.

Once he’s confident that you’re not going to bolt the second he lets you out of his sight, he’ll start letting you do things on your own again. Maybe you get to wander the streets alone, maybe you can hit up your favorite shops or go about your day-to-day life—just with one little catch. He’s still watching, of course. You might not see him, but trust me, he’s keeping tabs. There’s always going to be that sense that you’re not totally free, but hey, at least you can stretch your legs a little, right?

Of course, privacy is another story. Even when you get your freedom back, he’s always going to know where you are and what you’re doing. It’s like he’s given you a leash, and though it’s longer now, it’s still there. So, freedom? Kind of. Privacy? Not a chance.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?)

Oh, this man is exposed—and not in the typical yandere "I'm hiding my true nature" kind of way. No, Julius is out here practically wearing his heart on his sleeve, and honestly, it's almost a little surprising for a yandere. You'd expect someone in his position to keep up a facade, maybe hide behind his usual charm and playful attitude, but nope. He only keeps up his playful and charm facade in public—you know, as the Wizard King. But with you, he drops that mask like it’s nothing, and what you see is raw, unfiltered Julius. He lets you in on his biggest fears, especially when it comes to losing you, and trust me, he's very open about how much he loves you. Like, almost too open. You might even find yourself thinking, "Wait, is this guy trying to guilt-trip me? Am I supposed to feel bad for him right now?"

And look, with most yanderes, you’d probably be right to assume that—emotional manipulation is kind of their bread and butter. But not Julius. When I say he’s exposed, I mean really exposed. He’s not out here playing any mind games; he’s just laying it all out there, hoping you understand how much you mean to him. No deception, no schemes—just pure, unfiltered sincerity. It’s like he thinks, “Hey, if we’re going to be together, we’re going to be real with each other,” and he genuinely believes that.

Sure, it might come off a bit intense. I mean, how often do you meet someone who's so emotionally vulnerable they could basically be the poster child for a heart-to-heart conversation? But that’s just how he is with you. You’re his lover now, and in his mind, that means no more walls, no more pretending. It’s just him, being 100% honest with his feelings, whether you’re ready for that level of sincerity or not.

It’s not about guilt-tripping, and it's definitely not about manipulation. Julius genuinely just wants you to understand that when he says he loves you, he means it with every fiber of his being. So while most yanderes might use their emotions as a weapon, Julius is over here treating them like an open book—one he’s inviting you to read cover to cover.

F = Fight (How would they feel if their darling fought back?)

Oh, this man is absolutely HURT. And not just the "ouch, you hurt my feelings" kind of hurt, but the deep, soul-crushing, "why are you doing this to me when all I want is to love and protect you?" type of hurt. You can practically see the disappointment etched all over his face, but it's mostly that emotional pain that gets to him. You fighting back? It genuinely confuses him. In his mind, he’s doing everything out of love—so why would you resist?

But let me be clear: Julius isn’t the type to snap or lash out if you push back. Oh no, he’s not going to raise his voice, throw a tantrum, or get violent. That’s not his style. Instead, he’ll let out this sad sigh, maybe give you that look—you know, the one that makes you feel like you just kicked a puppy. Then, without any harshness, he’ll calmly use his magic to gently subdue you. No roughness, no aggression, just disappointment. It’s like he’s saying, “Why are we even doing this? Can’t we just love each other in peace?”

Julius is all about keeping things gentle. Even when he’s feeling emotionally wrecked, he’ll never resort to anything violent or extreme to get you back under control. He’ll probably just freeze time around you for a bit, just enough to calm things down, then softly talk you through it. It’s all about creating this sense of, “Hey, I’m not mad, I’m just hurt—and we can work through this.” Sure, you might not like it, but at least he’s not out here going full yandere psycho.

But make no mistake—while he’s being gentle, he will put you back in your place. He’s got the power to do it without breaking a sweat, but he’s so emotionally invested in you that he won’t cross any lines. You’ll be subdued, but it’ll be like being gently pushed into place by someone who’s more disappointed in the fact that this is even necessary. So yeah, you’re not getting away with fighting back, but at least you can count on Julius being as soft as possible about it—just enough to remind you who’s in control, but never enough to make you fear him.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?)

It’s definitely not a game to Julius. He takes your relationship seriously—obsessively so. But hey, he wouldn’t be totally honest if he said he didn’t feel at least a tiny bit of amusement when you try to outsmart him. There’s this little flicker of curiosity in him, a sense of, “Oh? What are they going to try next?” It’s almost like watching a puzzle unfold, and Julius can’t help but be intrigued by how you’re going to maneuver through the situation. He won’t admit it outright, but there’s definitely a small part of him that finds your attempts to outwit him... well, kind of entertaining.

That said, don’t think for a second that he sees this as a game. It’s not. He values the relationship way too much to treat it like some kind of cat-and-mouse chase. Julius is all about balance, and even though he might find your cleverness interesting, he’s not going to encourage it. He’s got that Wizard King mentality—risk is not something he likes to play with, even with all the Time Magic at his disposal. To him, this relationship is way too important to leave anything to chance.

But here’s where it gets tricky: Julius is confident. Like, really confident. Not the cocky type of confident—but just normal confident, you know? He knows that, no matter how clever you get, he’s got the ultimate ace up his sleeve—his control over time. That means, in his mind, you can try whatever you want, and he’ll still ensure your inevitable return. It’s not arrogance, exactly; it’s more like he knows that no matter how far you wander, he has the means to bring you back to him. So in a way, he’s fine with giving you a bit of freedom, letting you try to outsmart him here and there, because deep down, he’s certain the outcome won’t change.

It’s almost like watching a chess match when you already know how it’s going to end. Sure, it’s fun to see the moves, but in the end, he’s always a few steps ahead. So, while he might find a bit of enjoyment in seeing what you’ll try next, there’s never any real doubt in his mind that you’ll end up right where he wants you—right by his side.

H = Hell (What would be their darling's worst experience with them?)

Remember how I said Julius is gentle when it comes to putting you back in your place? Yeah, well, don’t let that fool you into thinking his gentleness doesn’t pack a punch. Sure, he’s not violent or harsh, but you’ve gotta keep in mind that the man’s literally the Wizard King. He’s got the power to make “gentle” feel a lot heavier than it sounds.

So let’s say you’ve made a habit of trying to escape. Julius, being the master of Time Magic, isn’t going to get aggressive. Nope. Instead, he gets creative in the worst possible way. Picture this: every time you defy him, every time you make a break for it, he uses his magic to create a loop, forcing you to relive that moment of rebellion over and over again. At first, you might think, "Okay, I can handle this. What’s a little time loop?” But trust me, you can’t. It’s way more than you bargained for.

It’s not just about repeating the same moment. Over time, it wears you down in every way. Mentally, you start feeling like there’s no way out. Emotionally, it’s draining—going through the same motions, only to have him bring you right back to square one. Physically, it takes its toll too, even if you're just walking in circles or struggling to escape. And hey, maybe even spiritually, it’s exhausting, like your soul just can’t take the weight of being stuck in this endless loop of defiance.

For Julius, this isn’t cruelty for the sake of it. In his mind, it’s necessary. It’s a “lesson,” a way to show you that no matter how hard you try, there’s no escaping him. It’s his way of teaching you that resistance is futile—literally. And the worst part? He’s not angry while doing it. He’s just calmly, almost lovingly, reminding you of your place. There’s something deeply unsettling about being punished by someone who seems to genuinely believe they’re helping you.

It’s honestly a terrifying reminder of just how powerless you are against his magic. No matter how gentle he is, the message is clear: you can’t escape him, and the more you try, the more exhausted you’ll become. He’ll make sure you understand that lesson, even if it takes a few dozen loops to get there.

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/ with their darling?)

His ideal world? It’s actually pretty simple when you break it down. Sure, he’s got all the time magic and the responsibilities of the kingdom, but when it comes to you, Julius just wants the domestic dream. You, him, together, living a peaceful life where you accept your role as his partner, both emotionally and practically. He doesn’t envision you as someone kept in the shadows or locked away—he wants you to understand what he does, to support him, and to see that this life he’s offering is the best option for the two of you.

And in his mind, it’s not even a question of if you’ll come around, but when. Time is his best ally, after all. Julius believes that with enough time, you’ll start to see things his way. You’ll realize that being with him is not just an option, it’s the best option. The future he sees is one where you’re both bonded in every way—physically, emotionally, spiritually—living that calm, domestic life, side by side.

He’s not asking for much, right? Just the “usual” life, where you’re always with him, supporting his duties, and, in return, he’ll give you the world—or, you know, as much of the world as the Wizard King can offer. In his mind, that’s the kind of future anyone would want. And with a little patience and a lot of time magic, he’s convinced you’ll want it too.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Julius is definitely prone to jealousy, but he’s not the type to let it spiral into a whole dramatic scene. He’s mature and composed about it, like the seasoned Wizard King he is. I mean, he’s not the kind of guy who’s going to throw a fit or give the death stare to every person who gets a little too friendly with you. He’s got enough self-assurance to know that your relationship is solid and safe in his very capable, time-bending hands.

Honestly, it’s not like jealousy hits him often. He trusts you and he’s confident enough in himself and his connection with you that it takes a lot to push him over that line. When those little pangs of envy do strike, he doesn’t lash out or lose his cool. Instead, he just kind of… silently acknowledges it and then moves on, letting it wash over him like, “Okay, that’s a thing I’m feeling, but it’s fine. We’re fine.” You might not even notice he’s feeling jealous because he keeps it so well under wraps.

Listen, it’s all about that quiet confidence of his. He knows he’s got the power to keep you with him—figuratively and literally. So while others might lose their temper over jealousy, he’s just sitting there like, “Yeah, no. We’re good.” He’s not worried about someone else swooping in and stealing you away because he genuinely believes in the bond you share. And let’s be real, the man who literally controls time doesn’t exactly feel threatened by much!

K = Kisses (How do they act around or with their darling?)

When you’re around, Julius is just his normal self—just dialed up a notch in the affection department. He’s the same charming, approachable, and easygoing Wizard King everyone knows and respects, but he’s not shy about showing how much he cares for you. It’s not over-the-top to the point where people are rolling their eyes or muttering, “Here they go again.” It’s just… obvious. He’ll casually hold your hand, rest his arm around your shoulders, or throw in a little inside joke that only you two get. It’s enough to make it clear to anyone watching that you’re his, but not enough to be cringe-inducing or awkward for everyone else in the room.

He’s like the poster child for “affectionate but not obnoxious.” People might smile or whisper about how sweet he is with you, but no one’s rolling their eyes or feeling like they need to fake gag. It’s that perfectly balanced PDA that everyone tolerates.

And as for those Yandere tendencies? Forget about it. He’s the picture of a dream man, an ideal partner, always smiling and attentive but not in a creepy way. Nothing about him screams "possessive" or "obsessive." He keeps all those intense feelings and thoughts hidden behind that charming, easygoing demeanor. He’s got his act down so well that even if someone tried to accuse him of being overprotective or controlling, people would probably just laugh it off.

To the world, he’s just an affectionate, doting boyfriend who’s got everything under control—nothing weird or suspicious here! He’s smooth enough to let his true nature simmer beneath the surface, showing you and only you the full extent of his obsession, but making sure everyone else just sees the charming man in love.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?)

Julius’s way of courting is like a masterclass in emotional intelligence. He doesn’t just bombard you with generic “I love you” messages or flashy gestures. No, he’s way more refined and strategic than that. Julius takes the time to understand you—your likes, your interests, your worries, and what makes you tick. And then he crafts these thoughtful, personalized notes that feel like they’re speaking directly to your soul. His letters are beautifully written, almost poetic, without being over-the-top or insincere. He knows just the right words to weave a connection between you two, slowly and subtly drawing you closer to him.

It’s not all grand declarations and roses either. Julius is perceptive and precise; he doesn’t miss a beat. If you ever try to pull away or distance yourself, he doesn’t panic or lash out. Instead, he sends letters expressing his regret, his sorrow at the growing gap between you. It’s not a guilt trip—it’s more like he’s quietly reaching out, saying, “I miss you, and I hope we can find our way back to each other.” It’s disarming in its sincerity and vulnerability, and it makes it that much harder to actually break away from him. He’s not aggressively pulling you back; he’s inviting you to return willingly.

Outside of these carefully crafted letters? He’s just your regular Julius Novachrono. Friendly, approachable, with that same easygoing charm. He doesn’t overwhelm you with constant affection in public or try to flaunt your relationship. To everyone else, it just seems like he’s a genuinely considerate and charming man. No one would guess he’s meticulously planning every word and action to keep you close—he just seems like the perfect partner. But behind every letter and every carefully chosen phrase is that obsessive, love struck side quietly steering the ship.

M = Mask (Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

Julius’s true nature is like flipping a coin—one side is the easygoing, jovial Magic Emperor that everyone knows and admires, and the other is a deeply obsessive partner behind closed doors. In public, he’s got his act down to a science. He’s charming, approachable, and always smiling. People see the relaxed, carefree Wizard King who’s both a competent leader and a friendly face. He laughs easily, cracks jokes, and offers that reassuring presence everyone relies on. You wouldn’t suspect a thing from the way he interacts with his captains and citizens—just the same old Julius, with no hint of his hidden intensity.

But when it’s just the two of you, the other side of that coin comes out. He’s still mostly the same Julius, but now the mask is off, and his affection is turned all the way up. He’s more touchy, more attentive, and definitely more possessive. It’s not like he suddenly becomes a different person, but you can tell there’s an underlying intensity in everything he does. Where he might have just given a casual hand on your shoulder in public, in private, it’s more like a lingering touch, a tighter embrace, or an almost desperate look in his eyes. It’s still Julius, just with an added layer of obsession simmering beneath that calm exterior.

N = Naughty (How would they punish their darling?)

When it comes to punishment, Julius plays the long game—mentally and emotionally. He doesn’t believe in physical harm; it’s just not in his nature. Instead, he uses his Time Magic to create these psychological traps, forcing you to relive arguments or moments of defiance in an endless loop until you eventually break down and comply. Imagine having the same disagreement over and over, with no real sense of how much time has passed or when it might end. It’s subtle, but it’s incredibly effective. The exhaustion creeps up on you, making you question your own memory and sanity, and eventually, you’re left with this overwhelming sense of futility.

Julius sees this as a more “humane” form of discipline, almost like he’s gently guiding you back onto the right path rather than punishing you outright. It’s not violent, but it’s still a form of control—a mental cage disguised as an endless rewind button. And if you’re worried about him losing his temper or laying a hand on you? You can let that fear go—because Julius absolutely REFUSES to physically harm you, even in his darkest moments. It’s a line he’s unwilling to cross because, in his mind, what he’s doing isn’t about hurting you—it’s about keeping you safe, teaching you a lesson in a way only he can.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

When it comes to freedoms, Julius’s strategy is all about control and patience. At first, he takes away all your rights and autonomy. He wants to strip away any illusion of independence so you can settle in, and by “settle in”. But here’s the catch: once he notices you’re getting more comfortable—actually comfortable, not just pretending—he’ll slowly start giving you back small pieces of freedom, bit by bit.

Think of it like earning privileges in a really messed-up game of trust. Show him you’re genuinely settling in, and he might let you have more time alone or even go outside under supervision. He wants to see genuine acceptance, not just some facade, and believe me, you’re not fooling this guy. He’ll see right through any fake smiles or acts of devotion. If you think you can just put on a lovey-dovey act to get back your freedoms, you might as well give up now—Julius knows the difference between genuine affection and an Oscar-worthy performance.

In his mind, it’s all about ensuring your “safety” until you can prove to him that you’re truly accepting of this life with him. And once you do? He’ll reward that acceptance with more freedoms. But make no mistake: the leash is always there, even if it gets a little longer over time…

P = Patience (How patient are they with their darling?)

Julius isn’t just patient—he’s exceedingly patient. He’s got all the time in the world, quite literally, and he’s fully aware that winning you over isn’t going to be an overnight thing. He knows you won’t accept his love right away, and he’s perfectly fine with that. In his mind, your resistance is just a temporary obstacle, not a permanent barrier. He believes his persistence will eventually wear you down, like waves gradually eroding a stone. And with his Time Magic, he’s got a pretty big advantage—he can afford to wait you out.

If you’re throwing a tantrum, screaming, or just completely losing it, he won’t get angry or frustrated. Instead, he’ll take it in stride, viewing it as a natural reaction to the situation. Are you crying your eyes out all day, at every hour? As much as it breaks his heart to see you in pain, Julius remains steadfast. He won’t snap or lose his patience—instead, he’ll calmly reassure you, trying his best to soothe you and help you feel comfortable. He doesn’t want to force you to accept his love; he wants you to genuinely come around to it.

In his eyes, all the tears, the anger, and the resistance are just part of the process. It’s all temporary turbulence in a relationship he’s confident will eventually find smooth waters. He’ll wait as long as it takes, and in the meantime, he’s there to comfort you through all of it, always with that patient smile. You might feel like you’re hitting a wall with him, but Julius? He’s got the patience to outlast every outburst, every tear, and every attempt to resist.

Q = Quit (If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?)

If you were to actually die, the heartbreak Julius would feel would be on a catastrophic level—like the man got hit by a million emotional wrecking balls all at once. He might be obsessive, yes, but that doesn’t make his love any less genuine—just more intense. Losing you wouldn’t just hurt him; it would break him. Imagine the Wizard King, the man who leads with a smile and endless charisma, completely shattered because you’re gone. It wouldn’t just be heartbreak—it’d be like his entire world collapsed. He’d probably be so devastated he’d question his own powers, his decisions, everything, and would find himself trapped in a spiral of guilt and despair.

And if you somehow successfully escape? Come on, this is Julius we’re talking about. You might have slipped through his fingers for a moment, but if you think he’s going to let you go just like that, well, that’s a bit naive. He’s the freaking Wizard King with control over time itself—letting you run off into the sunset isn’t exactly on his to-do list. Julius would be devastated, sure—his heart crushed at the idea of losing you. But unlike with your death, where his pain would be immeasurable, escaping just makes him more determined. To him, it’s not an ending—just a setback.

But here’s where things get really intense: Julius isn’t one to just sit back and accept fate. Oh no, he’d bend reality itself to undo whatever it was that took you from him. If you die, he’d rewind time to a point where you’re alive, no matter how many attempts it takes. If you escape, he’d loop back and make sure that door was locked or that your window wasn’t left open—any little thing he might’ve overlooked. In his mind, there’s always a way to fix things, to create the “perfect” outcome where you’re together.

Julius’s obsession runs so deep that he wouldn’t move on, no matter what happened. He believes, with every fiber of his being, that given enough time literally, he can create the future he envisions—one where you’re by his side, no matter the cost. So, if you die or successfully escape, you might think that’s the end of it—but for Julius, it’s just another loop to reset until he gets it right.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?)

Julius isn’t entirely blind to the morality of what he’s doing. Deep down, he does feel a sense of regret—not because he’s unsure of his love for you, but because he couldn’t win your heart the way he wanted to, without all these drastic measures. In his perfect world, you’d willingly accept his affection, confine, or control. But reality didn’t work out like that, so here he is, convincing himself that this path is the only way to keep you safe and happy.

Julius rationalizes everything he’s done with a well-intentioned narrative: “It’s for your own good,” or “One day, you’ll see why I had to do this.” He genuinely believes that with enough time, you’ll eventually understand that his actions, no matter how obsessive, were all born from a place of love. And as much as he feels that twinge of guilt, he’s not going to let it change his course of action. Letting you go isn’t an option in his mind—not now, and probably not ever.

Yes, there’s a real heart in there, a genuine, caring part of Julius that’s wracked with guilt over forcing you into this situation. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to set you free. To him, this is the only way to keep you both safe and happy, even if you can’t see it yet. He’s utterly convinced that with time (and, of course, he’s got plenty of that), you’ll come around to understand his love and intentions.

So while he does feel regret, it’s more of a bittersweet acknowledgment that he couldn’t create a perfect love story without pulling some strings. But giving up on you? Absolutely not. In his eyes, this is all just another challenge to overcome—a painful compromise he’s willing to make until you see things his way.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them? childhood, curiosity, etc?)

Honestly… it’s hard to pin down exactly where this obsessive side of Julius comes from, but there’s a good chance it ties back to his responsibilities as the Wizard King. Think about it: he spends every waking moment shouldering the weight of an entire kingdom, constantly trying to maintain peace and keep things in balance. That kind of pressure isn’t something you can just shrug off, even if you’re someone as whimsical or carefree as Julius. So maybe, when it comes to you, you represent that rare piece of comfort and genuine connection he craves but feels he can’t attain through his public role.

Being in such a powerful and demanding position, Julius is probably used to people respecting, fearing, or idolizing him—but never really seeing him for who he is underneath all that authority. You’re different, and that’s both exciting and terrifying for him. His obsession might stem from this desire to keep that connection secure, almost like he’s terrified that losing you would mean losing one of the few genuine things in his life.

So in a way, it makes sense that his fixation on you is so intense. You’re not just someone he loves; you’re a refuge from the constant duty and facade he’s forced to maintain. He wants to protect that refuge, even if it means crossing lines or using his power to do so. In his mind, losing you isn’t an option because you’re the one thing in his life that isn’t about being the Wizard King—you’re about being Julius.

Or maybe I’m just reaching for the stars for this one. Who knows.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Seeing you cry, scream, or shut yourself away absolutely shatters Julius inside. He’s not blind to your suffering; it affects him deeply, and part of him hates that he’s the reason behind it. But he convinces himself that your pain is just a "necessary step" on the path to a better future together. He’s in denial, really—holding you close, whispering sweet reassurances like, “It’s okay, I’m here,” or, “You’ll see in time, everything will be alright.” Meanwhile, he’s sidestepping the fact that he’s the very cause of this mess.

And your tears? They don’t make him reconsider. In his mind, they’re proof that you’re scared and vulnerable, reinforcing his belief that you need his protection even more. He’s twisted the narrative so tightly around his idea of keeping you safe that your cries and pleas to be left alone only fuel his determination.

So if you try to push him away or tell him to back off, it’s not going to work. He won’t just leave you alone, even if you beg for space. Instead, he’ll double down on the comfort, trying harder to “make you see” that everything he’s doing is for your own good. His reassurances are endless, his grip is unwavering, and his resolve to “protect” you only gets stronger with every tear you shed.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Julius’s approach to being a yandere stands out because he steers clear of the classic violent or physically intimidating tactics. Instead, he leans into his mastery of time magic and a softer form of emotional manipulation to create a psychological cage that’s way more sophisticated than a typical yandere’s. He doesn’t need to lock you in a literal room; he’s got the power to make time itself your prison.

What’s even more unique is that, compared to most yanderes, he gradually grants you more freedom. He’s not too keen on the idea of keeping you cooped up forever. As time passes, he’ll give you a longer leash—letting you venture out, make decisions, maybe even regain some semblance of a normal life… sort of. But this freedom is only an illusion because, in reality, his grip remains firm. You may not be physically restrained, but you’re still emotionally and mentally bound by his presence and his magic. So, hooray for a little more freedom… but also, not really!

V = Vice (What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?)

Julius, for all his big-time magic and being basically a living, breathing timepiece, isn’t invincible when it comes to emotional vulnerability. Basically, here’s the small crack in the armor: his need for validation. It might seem like a tiny detail—like discovering Superman’s kryptonite is just a heavy diet of carbs—but it’s key. If you can somehow convince him that you genuinely accept him or pretend, then you’ve got an entry point to start working your own magic. Get him to believe that you’re warming up to him, and you might just worm your way into earning his trust. Once you’re in there, deep in that emotional vault, you’d have more chances to plot an escape.

Of course, this isn’t a one-way ticket to freedom; it’s more like trying to sneak out of a house guarded by both a paranoid watchdog and a CCTV system that can literally rewind time. You’ll have to keep up the act without Julius catching on to any hesitation or cracks in your facade. He’s analytical, and the moment he smells betrayal, it’s game over. But, if you can consistently show that “genuine affection” without letting your poker face slip, you might just get the chance to slip away.

Key word: MIGHT

Just pray you don’t accidentally call him by the wrong name or flinch when he goes in for a hug, or your time pun very much intended will be up.

W = Wit's end (Would they ever hurt their darling?)

Julius? Physically harm you? Not a chance. The idea of laying a finger on you in anger is absolutely out of the question. Julius would genuinely die before he let himself cross that line because in his mind, hurting you physically would shatter the very foundation of his obsession—sorry, I mean, love for you.

That said, mentally? Oof. That’s a different ball game. Julius is a master of time and, unfortunately for you, that means he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve that don’t involve lifting a finger. So if he’s at his wit’s end, he might resort to more subtle methods, like trapping you in a disorienting time loop. Imagine having the same conversation on repeat, or worse—reliving that one argument over and over until you feel like your brain’s about to turn into scrambled eggs. It's his twisted way of keeping you in line while convincing himself that he hasn’t really hurt you—at least, not in the traditional sense.

So long story short: Julius? Lay a finger on you? Never. But don’t think for a second he’s not prepared to mess with your head if it means keeping you in his grasp. Because to him, breaking you down mentally isn’t the same as hurting you—it’s just helping you understand how much he cares.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?)

Julius doesn’t just put you on a pedestal—he practically builds a shrine and lights candles around it. To him, you’re not just the center of his universe; you’re the literal center, the sun to his gravitational pull, the glue holding his timeline together. And when Julius sees someone as his key to happiness and stability, that’s not a casual crush—it’s borderline holy devotion. This man will twist reality itself if it means keeping you happy, comfortable, and—most importantly—by his side.

You’re not just the apple of his eye; you’re the entire orchard. He wants your love, sure, but it’s not just a want; it’s a need. To him, you’re like the keystone in an arch—remove you, and his entire world risks collapse. So he’ll stop at nothing to keep you where you are, locked securely in that special place he’s carved out in his heart and mind. And if he senses you slipping away? Expect reality to bend a little more than usual. “All’s fair in love and time manipulation,” right?

When it comes to winning you over, there’s pretty much nothing he wouldn’t do. Time magic? Check. Reality-bending? Check. Gaslighting reality itself into keeping you by his side? Triple check. Because in the gospel according to Julius, if he can convince you to stay with him forever, then all those sacrifices were just acts of devotion.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?)

Julius isn’t the type to rush into things—he’s got all the time in the world, literally. So when it comes to you, he’s willing to play the long game. This guy will spend months, even years, meticulously observing you like he’s preparing for the world’s most intense final exam. He’ll study your habits, routines, preferences, down to which hand you use to brush your teeth…it’s weird, yeah—but he probably actually knows which hand you use to brush your teeth with. He’s so strategic that if there was a gold medal for obsessively planning, Julius would be its reigning champion.

Now, about snapping—it’s not really his style. Julius won’t just flip the switch one day and show up at your door, eyes glowing with time-warping intent. No, he’s far too patient and calculating for that. He takes his time, crafting an intricate web where every thread is designed to lead you straight to him. If you’re imagining some dramatic, sudden outburst—forget it. What you should be worried about are those quiet, all-too-composed moments where he’s just smiling and nodding, because that’s when his brain is ticking like a well-wound clock, planning every step of your “future” together.

When he finally decides it’s time to make his move, rest assured, he’s not diving in without backup plans A through Z ready to go. By the time Julius “snaps,” he’s really just executing a plan that’s been in the works for ages, and by then, your chances of escape are slim to none. So don’t waste time worrying about him snapping like some unhinged maniac—it’s not the big breakdown you should be afraid of, but the steady, calculated build-up. All those daydreams he’s having about the two of you? He’s already way past imagining—it’s more like he’s making itinerary notes for your future.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break their darling?)

For Julius, breaking you isn’t the goal at all. He’s not in this to shatter your spirit or leave you a hollow shell—he’s aiming for something far more insidious: a genuine connection, or at least what he thinks is genuine. But the trouble is, his methods are about as gentle as a sledgehammer wrapped in velvet. He might not intend to break you, but the relentless way he traps you in those exhausting, sanity-testing time loops as “punishment” does more damage than he probably realizes. In his mind, it’s all in the name of helping you understand his version of love and care—he’s not trying to hurt you; he’s just trying to make you see.

The irony is that resisting him for long enough means you might end up breaking yourself. Going through that same situation, conversation, or argument over and over—like a psychological treadmill from hell—would wear anyone down. It’s like trying to escape a maze only to find yourself back at the entrance every single time. Your defenses would start to crumble, your mental exhaustion would reach its peak, and you’d feel like you’re at your breaking point. But here’s where Julius’s bizarre form of compassion kicks in.

Julius understands, in his own twisted way, that these punishments are draining. He’s aware that if left unchecked, this psychological torture could actually destroy you—and that’s not what he wants. So in his post-punishment “cool-down phase,” he shifts gears, switching to comforting and reassuring you whether you want it or not. He’ll be there with a soothing voice and a gentle hand, convincing you that he’s doing this out of love, out of a desire to keep you safe, even if you despise him for it. He won’t let you completely tip over the edge because, in his mind, he’s there to be your savior, your protector—even if he’s the one creating your turmoil in the first place.

So while it feels like you’re always on the brink of breaking, like you’re balancing on a tightrope with no safety net, Julius keeps pulling you back just enough to keep you from falling completely. It’s a messed-up balancing act: you’re teetering, exhausted, and desperate for relief, but you never fully break because he’s always there to catch you, to hold you steady at that edge. It’s not freedom, not even close—but it’s his way of ensuring you stay whole, just enough to be his.

LUCIUS ZOGRATIS

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Lucius’ way of showing affection is like trying to hug a boa constrictor—tight, unyielding, and with the illusion that he's doing it for your own good. His love is rooted in his grandiose vision of creating a “perfect” world, and you, dear darling, are just another piece of that puzzle that he must polish to fit. He’s paradoxically both gentle and overwhelming. Imagine being wrapped in a silk glove that’s ever-so-slightly squeezing the life out of you. One minute, he’s all soft, lingering touches, fingers gliding over your skin like he’s crafting a masterpiece, whispering sweet nothings about your role in his ideal future. The next, his grip might tighten, a subtle but firm reminder that he’s the artist, and you are the art.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?)

Lucius doesn’t revel in bloodshed—he’s not here to get his hands dirty for the thrill of it. But if someone threatens his grip on you or his grand vision, they’ve practically handed him a permission slip for ruthless efficiency. Why waste time swinging when he can just manipulate souls? His Soul Magic makes violence almost boringly clinical—like he’s performing a minor surgery instead of altering their life, spirit, and magic power.

If it’s between keeping you by his side or letting a pesky obstacle stand in the way, Lucius won’t hesitate to do what he calls "cleaning up." And by "cleaning up," I mean he’ll just rearrange their soul and make them not be as a pesky obstacle as before, but now an obedient follower of his. He’s more surgeon than sadist, executing his violence with an almost unsettling sense of calm. There’s no splatter for splatter’s sake—just a surgical strike that leaves nothing but a memory in its wake.

But don’t mistake his preference for efficiency as a reluctance to get messy. If his control over you is at stake, he’s willing to go to any length to keep things tidy, even if that involves spilling a little blood—or a lot of it. His method is polished, but the results are as ruthless as they come.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Lucius isn’t going to resort to something as pedestrian as outright mocking you. That’s not his style. He doesn’t need to throw petty insults or humiliate you outright—his cruelty is far more sophisticated, like a perfectly sharpened scalpel. Instead, he’ll meticulously dismantle your sense of self, piece by piece, until you genuinely believe he’s the only one who knows what’s best for you. Think of it as psychological warfare but with an air of twisted benevolence. He wants you to think he’s your savior, not your captor, all while he’s slowly tightening the chains.

Lucius is the master of emotional coercion, guilt-tripping, and gaslighting with a side of faux concern. You think you made a decision on your own? He’ll subtly remind you that, no, it was actually him who enlightened you to the “right choice.” You feel like pushing back a bit? He’ll sigh and tell you how disappointed he is. And don’t even think about disagreeing with him—it’s not that he’ll punish you with overt anger; he’ll just look at you with that disappointed, pitying gaze, as if to say, “Oh, how misguided you are to think you can question me.”

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?)

Lucius isn’t the type to leave your free will intact if it inconveniences him. He’d rather meticulously construct a situation where your "choices" just happen to align perfectly with what he wants. You see, Lucius isn’t going to chase you down every time you try to rebel. Instead, he’ll craft a neat little reality around you where disobedience feels almost... impractical. He’s like that overbearing GPS that keeps saying, "Recalculating," but with a sinister smirk, making sure you only ever take the route he planned.

And let’s be clear—he’s not just putting up a few guardrails. We’re talking total control over your environment. Expect him to start chipping away at your connections to friends and family faster than you can say, “Hey, why haven’t I heard from them in a while?” He’ll isolate you, all while making it seem like he’s protecting you from those "unworthy influences." Before you know it, you’re depending on Lucius for every ounce of interaction, like your entire social life’s been relocated to one dude.

Restricting your movements? Oh, he’ll do that too—both figuratively and literally. Try to wander too far or question too much, and suddenly he’s there, gently redirecting you with that eerie "You don’t know what’s best for you—I do" look. He won’t lock you in a dungeon—that’s too obvious. Instead, he’ll subtly corral you into the life he envisions, all the while making you feel like this new “freedom” he’s given you is a reward for your cooperation. It’s like he’s got a monopoly on your entire existence, and you didn’t even realize you were playing Monopoly in the first place.

And while all of this is happening, Lucius will maintain that level-headed, smug facade, as if gaslighting you into compliance is his way of showing love. Because, in his mind, molding you into his ideal companion isn’t just a desire—it’s his way of showing you your "true potential." Really, isn’t that the worst part? He honestly believes he’s doing you a favor. It’s like if a life coach got way too into your personal life and then decided to stay there... forever.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?)

Lucius baring his heart? Please. This man doesn’t just hide his cards—he’s got them locked in a vault with security clearance. Vulnerability is not in his playbook, and he doesn’t feel the need to let you in on his deepest fears or insecurities. Instead, he opts for the grand, sweeping gestures of devotion that feel almost like a politician’s campaign speech. He’s all about selling you on a dream—his dream—where you’re his perfect partner, standing by his side as he "revolutionizes" the world (or, you know, controls it, but he wouldn’t phrase it that way).

Lucius isn't about confessions; he’s about convictions. He’s not sitting you down for some heart-to-heart where he spills his childhood traumas and secret anxieties. Nah, he’s sweeping you up in these grandiose promises, like he’s the protagonist in some tragically romantic opera, whispering about destiny and greatness with an air of suave authority. Call him a smooth operator—because he really is one. I mean, you could play Sade in the background, and it would probably just feel right. (🎵No need to ask, he’s a smoooth operatoooorr... 🎵 You know the song. You get it. Do I sound like a loser yet.)

To him, his version of vulnerability is trusting you enough to buy into his vision. That’s about as bare as his heart gets. Instead of crying on your shoulder, he’s the type to look deep into your eyes and say, “Together, we’ll reshape this flawed world”—like it’s some kind of love declaration. Emotion, to him, is just another tool to wield, another smooth line to draw you in closer. And he’s dangerously good at it, like a salesman who knows exactly which insecurities to poke at so you’ll buy that overpriced insurance plan.

And when it comes to being “vulnerable,” Lucius isn’t trying to share his fears—he’s trying to share his certainty. He’d never confess to a weak spot, because in his mind, having one is almost beneath him. Vulnerability, after all, implies you have something to lose, and Lucius? He’s above all that. He doesn't need to break down walls when he’s too busy building castles in the air—castles where he’s the king, and you’re meant to stay locked away, admiring the view.

F = Fight (How would they feel if their darling fought back?)

Oh, Lucius would find it downright adorable if you tried to fight back. Imagine a cat lazily watching a mouse try to scramble away—it’s almost endearing to him that you’d entertain the idea of resistance. He’s not going to lose his cool; in fact, he’s amused. Like, “Oh, look at you trying to assert your independence—how precious.” To him, your rebellion isn’t a threat; it’s just another bump on the road to your inevitable enlightenment.

Lucius views your resistance as a misguided phase, like you’re a rebellious teenager acting out because you haven’t grasped the bigger picture. In his mind, you’re simply wrestling with your own ignorance, and it’s his job to guide you towards acceptance. He won’t lash out or lose his temper—no, that’s beneath him. Instead, he’ll just subtly tighten his grip, metaphorically speaking.

Open rebellion would be met with that signature Lucius approach: a gentle but unyielding restraint, like velvet shackles. He’s the type to softly say, “You’re only hurting yourself,” while making it clear that resistance is pointless. He’d see this little rebellion of yours as something to manage, like a storm that he knows will pass. He’s patient enough to wait it out, firm enough to hold his ground, and calculating enough to subtly nudge you back into line without breaking a sweat.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?)

Lucius wouldn’t call it a game—he’s far too self-important for that. In his eyes, this isn’t a playful chase; it’s more like a refinement process. Your attempts to escape or resist aren’t a source of outright joy, but rather, validation of his own self-appointed mission to "perfect" you. Your struggle is proof to him that you’re still not seeing the light, which only reinforces his belief that he, and only he, is capable of guiding you towards that enlightenment.

But don’t get it twisted—there’s definitely a little smirk hiding behind that stoic mask of his. He’s not cackling like a cartoon villain, but deep down, there’s a twisted satisfaction in knowing that you’re trying and failing to break free. It’s the intellectual thrill of having a puzzle to solve. He sees you as a challenge, a work of art that isn’t quite complete yet, and he’s the artist holding the brush.

Lucius enjoys watching you resist, not because he takes pleasure in your suffering (he’s not that overtly sadistic), but because it feeds his ego. He interprets each failed attempt at escape as further evidence of your imperfection—a flaw that he must correct. It’s like watching a child trying to color outside the lines; he finds it endearing, even admirable in its own misguided way, but he’s fully committed to making sure you stay within those lines. In his head, he’s your savior, guiding you away from your own ignorance.

And, of course, he’s got that "I told you so" energy just waiting to drop the moment you realize the futility of it all. He won’t rub it in your face, but he’ll have that air of subtle superiority. "See?" he’d say, with that maddeningly calm voice. "This is why you need me." It’s not exactly a game, but he certainly enjoys being the only one who knows all the rules.

H = Hell (What would be their darling's worst experience with them?)

Your worst experience with Lucius wouldn’t be a single dramatic moment, like an outburst or a locked room—it would be the slow, creeping realization of just how much control he has over every part of your life. He leaves no detail overlooked, no thread loose. One day, it’ll hit you that every little bit of "freedom" you thought you had was an illusion, and every rebellion you plotted was something he anticipated ten moves ago. He’s essentially playing chess while you’re stuck with a Rubik’s Cube, and he’s somehow rigged that too.

The real nightmare isn’t just the physical cage; it’s the mental one. Imagine realizing that all your options, all your allies, and all your potential escapes were subtly cut off, one by one, without you even noticing. You’re isolated, surrounded by an ever-tightening web of manipulations and lies, all crafted by someone who genuinely believes he’s saving you from yourself. It’s like finding out your house has been bugged for years by the person who hands you the keys each day with a smile.

But, of course, Lucius wouldn’t stop at that. One of the weekly specials on the Lucius Manipulation Menu would be his "playful" teasing about his Soul Magic. He’d drop it into conversation like a casual remark, mentioning how he could manipulate the souls of the people you care about most. It’s almost like he’s dangling that possibility over your head, watching to see your reaction. It’s the ultimate "Just kidding... unless?" routine. And even if you tell yourself it’s all just talk, the thought of your loved ones being turned into Lucius’ puppets? That sticks with you. It’s a psychological hammer he’s always holding over you, ready to swing if you step out of line.

The worst part? Deep down, you know that this isn't just an empty threat. He already knows exactly who you care about and how much, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge against you. He’ll smile and say he’s just teasing, but with Lucius, every joke is laced with the possibility of it becoming reality. Keep pushing him, and who knows? That nightmare scenario of seeing a friend or family member turned into one of his obedient followers might just come true.

Imagine the heart-wrenching feeling of watching someone you love look at you with empty, compliant eyes—all because you thought you could push back against Lucius. It’s psychological warfare, with Lucius playing both the aggressor and the savior in his twisted little mind. And that, my friend, is pure hell.

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/ with their darling?)

Lucius’ dream future isn’t just a cozy cottage with a white picket fence. No, we’re talking world domination with a side of soulmate goals. His ultimate vision is to bring “true peace” to the world under his iron-fisted rule as the Final Wizard King, with you at his side as the perfect partner. And when I say "at his side," I mean more like his arm candy-slash-right-hand in this dystopian peace project. Forget romantic beach sunsets; think more along the lines of overlooking a perfectly ordered empire where every single person is molded to fit his definition of perfection. Ah, romance!

Lucius genuinely sees the two of you as a power couple—the sort that reshapes the world together. While he’s out there "purging imperfections" and ruling with divine authority, he expects you to be his unwavering support, his confidant, the one person worthy of standing at his side in this shiny new utopia. It’s not just about love, per se; it’s about unity in a grand vision, like you’re Bonnie and Clyde except Clyde controls life and death and has a thing for social engineering.

And don’t think you’re getting off easy in this future—he’s got very specific expectations of what this partnership should look like. You’re not just an accessory; you’re his proof that his way is the right way. He imagines the two of you as the embodiment of order and perfection, ruling over this so-called paradise he plans to create. You’ll smile approvingly at his every decree, nod in agreement when he lectures about his higher purpose, and maybe—just maybe—hold his hand as he declares peace to the masses he’s, uh, "perfected."

In Lucius’ mind, this isn’t just a power fantasy; it’s a destiny he’s generously letting you be a part of. Lucky you, right? He’s convinced that once you fully embrace his vision, you’ll be just as devoted to this future as he is. After all, what’s more romantic than ruling the world together in a meticulously crafted utopia, where every rebellious soul has been neatly dealt with? Who needs candlelight dinners when you can have the eternal glow of world peace and unwavering loyalty?

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy? Oh, Lucius doesn’t have time for such petty emotions. He’s way too busy planning to become the Final Wizard King to let a little thing like envy get under his skin. He’s not sitting there stewing because someone else got a smile out of you or made you laugh. Lucius is above that.

But make no mistake: just because he doesn’t throw jealous tantrums doesn’t mean he’s totally indifferent. Lucius’ possessiveness isn’t driven by insecure jealousy; it’s rooted in his self-righteous belief that only he understands what’s best for you. You’re his project, his masterpiece in progress, and he’ll be damned if some outside force messes with that. Anyone trying to influence or take up space in your life? Yeah, that’s just an annoying little speed bump on the road to his perfect future.

If someone gets too close or starts tugging at your independence, Lucius won’t be flipping tables or throwing out dramatic ultimatums. No, no—he’ll quietly and efficiently eliminate the competition, like sweeping crumbs off the table. Imagine he’s a master chess player, and whoever’s making you smile a little too much is just a pawn in his way. He’ll rearrange circumstances to remove that “threat” without you even realizing it. Maybe that friend moves away, or that co-worker suddenly gets transferred. He’s not lashing out in a fit of rage; he’s methodically tightening his grip on your life while maintaining that unnervingly calm smirk of his.

And why doesn’t he lash out? Because Lucius is secure in his belief that his hold over you is already ironclad. He’s so convinced of his control that he doesn’t see other people as competition—just minor nuisances to be managed. In his mind, no one else is worthy of you, no one else can offer the “enlightenment” he can, and no one else can possibly sway you from the path he’s set for you. So, why waste energy on jealousy when he’s already five steps ahead of everyone else?

K = Kisses (How do they act around or with their darling?)

Lucius doesn’t suddenly switch gears and act like a giggling high schooler when you’re around. He’s still got that intense, calculated presence—except with you, there’s this extra layer of possessiveness wrapped in a cool, collected demeanor. He’s not the type to whisper sweet nothings in your ear or give you playful little pecks. His idea of intimacy involves more of a quiet, commanding closeness that lets everyone know you’re his.

People around him can tell instantly that you’re not just another pawn in his grand plan. You’re something more—a critical piece of his vision, someone he sees as an extension of himself. Lucius doesn’t try to sugarcoat it either; there’s no facade of “Oh, we’re just partners in this journey of life.” Nah, everyone and their grandma knows you’re more than that to him. He doesn’t even bother pretending that you’re on equal footing—he’s got that possessive aura turned up to eleven, and he’s not hiding it.

And why would he? Who’s going to call out the all-powerful, soul-manipulating, future-ruling mastermind for being a little overbearing with his partner? Exactly, no one. It’s not that he’s outwardly aggressive about it; it’s more like the possessiveness is so deeply woven into his character that it feels natural for him to treat you like a prized possession in the gallery of his perfect world.

So while Lucius might not be all about sweet kisses and innocent gestures, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder in a way that speaks volumes, like silently reminding you and everyone else who’s in charge. His actions aren’t loud, but they don’t need to be—his grip on you is as subtle as it is unyielding. It’s not romantic in the traditional sense, but for Lucius, it’s all part of letting you and the rest of the world know exactly where you belong: at his side, under his rule, in his version of paradise. 🎉

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?)

Lucius’ idea of courtship isn’t flowers and chocolates; it’s more like a TED Talk on why you’re the keystone in his grand mission. He’s not the type to swoon or stammer over his words—oh no. When he approaches you, it’s with the confidence of a man who’s already calculated every possible outcome and knows you’re going to be part of his life. And if he chooses to write you a letter? You’d better believe it’s going to read like a mix between a philosophical manifesto and a business proposal.

In typical Lucius fashion, he wouldn’t start with “Dear love” or “You’re the light of my life.” Instead, it would be something like, “In you, I have discovered the necessary component to achieving true peace.” Talk about romance! But hey, he’s got a vision, and you’re smack-dab in the middle of it. He’d lay out his admiration for your qualities not as a starry-eyed lover but as someone acknowledging a key asset in his grand design. Basically, Lucius’ version of “I love you” is more like, “You are indispensable to the perfection of this world.”

If you’re expecting compliments on your eyes or how lovely you looked that one day, forget it. His words are grandiose, with a touch of that almost cult-leader-like conviction. He’ll go on these long, eloquent monologues about your “significance” and how your role aligns perfectly with his destiny. It’s not flattery in the traditional sense—it’s more like he’s handing you the script for your role in his self-written narrative. No pressure, right?

And while he might not shower you with declarations of undying affection, his words would make it abundantly clear that he sees you as a vital piece of his world. He’s not just saying “I need you,” but more like, “You are essential to the future I will create, and together, we will bring forth a new era.” So romantic, in a vaguely threatening, “join me or perish” sort of way…

M = Mask (Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

No.

Nope. Not even a little bit. Lucius isn’t out here juggling different personas like he’s in a soap opera. What you see is what you get, and that’s the same calculating, self-assured, and slightly terrifying visionary in every setting. Why would he bother putting on a mask when he’s absolutely convinced that he’s already right about, well, everything?

Lucius walks into a room with that "Final Boss" energy, and he doesn’t turn it off just because the audience changes. He’s not going to smile more to put someone at ease or crack a joke to lighten the mood. There’s just no mask to peel away. Lucius doesn’t see the need to hide his true self, because in his mind, his true self is the ultimate truth. And if people are uncomfortable with that, well, they’re just not seeing the bigger picture.

N = Naughty (How would they punish their darling?)

For Lucius, punishment isn’t about causing you physical pain—it’s about a “course correction” in line with his grand vision. He’s not going to lose his cool and lash out at you in anger or frustration; Lucius sees that as a waste of time and effort. Why would he bother bruising your arm when he can bruise your spirit and realign your thinking instead?

If you step out of line or fail to meet his expectations, Lucius’ go-to punishment would be isolation—cutting you off from any sense of independence or connection you might have left. He might lock you away in a grandiose, almost monastery-like room where you’re left to reflect on your mistakes, with nothing but silence to keep you company. No visits, no communication, no freedom—just a constant, suffocating reminder that he’s the only person in your world who matters.

It’s not physical harm—it’s deprivation of everything that makes you feel human. Your agency, your choices, your connections—they’re all privileges that Lucius grants, and he can revoke them just as easily. The psychological weight of it is immense, and that’s the point. He doesn’t want to just punish you; he wants to reform you, make you understand that defiance isn’t just a mistake—it’s a deviation from the path he’s so kindly laid out for you.

At his most “severe,” Lucius might resort to a firm grip, just to emphasize his dominance and remind you of who’s in control. But even then, it’s more about sending a message than inflicting actual pain. Why break you down physically when he can dismantle you mentally, piece by piece, and rebuild you into the perfect companion for his vision?

In short, Lucius’ punishments are carefully crafted exercises in psychological dominance. He wants you to understand the extent of his control, to feel that your entire existence is tied to his approval. And by the end of it, you’ll be questioning if your defiance was ever worth it, or if freedom is just another illusion in the perfectly constructed world he’s created for you.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Lucius wouldn’t just show up and say, “Hey, guess what? You’re no longer a free person.” No, his methods are much more insidious and calculated. He’s the kind of guy who’d frame each new restriction as a favor, something he’s doing for your own good. He’d tell you it’s all to keep you safe, enlightened, and on the path to perfection. It’s like being caged in gold bars—looks pretty, but you’re still trapped.

Lucius’ approach would be gradual. At first, it might just be limiting who you talk to, convincing you that certain people are “distractions” or “unfit influences” on your growth. Then, maybe he’d start scheduling your days to align with what he believes is best for you. As time goes on, these restrictions multiply like rabbits until, before you know it, you’re in a psychological straitjacket. Even your thoughts start to feel like they’re on a leash.

He wouldn’t go for outright physical restraints because, honestly, Lucius doesn’t think he needs them. His control is so overwhelming that he’d rather manipulate your mind and emotions into a state of dependency, making you almost grateful for the structure he’s imposed. It’s not just about taking away your physical freedoms—it’s about reshaping your reality to fit his narrative. In his mind, you’re not losing rights; you’re gaining purpose. How thoughtful!

But if—and it’s a big “if”—you cooperate with him genuinely and truthfully (and he’ll know if you’re faking it), Lucius would ease up on the restrictions. He might even give you back “most” of your freedoms, like a benevolent ruler granting privileges to a loyal subject. You’d still never get full autonomy, though. Let’s not kid ourselves; in Lucius’ world, true freedom is the freedom to agree with him, and anything beyond that is just chaos.

Overall, you might get some breathing room if you play along, but Lucius is always going to keep a tight leash on the bigger picture. After all, he’s not just managing your life—he’s saving the world, and you’ve got a part to play in that whether you like it or not.

P = Patience (How patient are they with their darling?)

Lucius isn’t just patient—he’s practically the epitome of patience. Think of him as a human chess master who already knows how the game will end, no matter how many moves you make to try and outsmart him. He’s not rushing because, in his mind, your resistance is just a temporary obstacle in the grand plan he’s set for you. You throwing a fit is like a kid throwing sand at the tide—ineffectual and almost cute to him.

You could hurl every insult in the book, scream until you’re hoarse, or try every last wrestling move you’ve seen, and Lucius would barely flinch. He’s got the patience of a monk combined with the smugness of someone who knows he’s already won. If anything, your outbursts just seem to reinforce his belief that you’re not yet “enlightened,” so he’s more than willing to wait out the storm. After all, why would he let a cute, lovely little thing like your rebellion ruffle his feathers?

That’s the maddening part—he never loses his cool. You could literally slap him, and he’d still be standing there, looking down at you with that same composed, slightly amused expression like you’re acting out a scene he’s already memorized. It’s almost as if he’s silently challenging you to try harder because deep down, he finds your defiance more of a mild inconvenience than a genuine threat.

Honestly, it’d drive you crazy. It’s like trying to fight a brick wall that occasionally lectures you on why resisting is pointless. That patience? It’s not just a personality trait—it’s a weapon. A weapon he wields with precision to wear down your will until resistance feels as exhausting as arguing with someone who thinks pineapple on pizza is non-negotiable. Your resistance is a formality, a box to check off on his way to reshaping you into the perfect piece of his grand design. And he’s got all the time in the world to let you figure that out.

Q = Quit (If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?)

Let’s get one thing straight: for Lucius, the concept of you “dying” is laughably moot. I mean, really, it’s a non-issue. Thanks to his powers, he can revive you from the most gruesome fates—fatal wounds, near-dismemberment, anything. In his eyes, you’re practically immortal. So unless you spontaneously combust while trying to flee, he’s not letting go that easily.

Now, as for escaping? Good luck with that. The moment you think you can slip away, Lucius will dispatch an army of clones and his Paladins. They’ll be scouring every corner of existence to bring you back, because in Lucius’ twisted logic, you’re not just a person; you’re a vital part of his grand scheme. Spoiler alert: they WILL find you. He’s the sort of guy who has contingencies for your contingencies, and his persistence is truly a sight to behold.

So let’s be real: the whole idea of him moving on is laughable. There’s no “what if” scenario here; the thought of you escaping or being lost to him is about as likely as Lucius turning into a puppy. He’s more likely to turn every corner of the world upside down in search of you, employing every method at his disposal until he has you right back in his grasp. You’re stuck in this elaborate game of emotional chess, and there’s no checkmate in sight until he decides it’s over.

The only real hope for escape lies in a heroic intervention, like Anti-Magic Asta swooping in like some over-the-top action hero to save the day. But until that happens, forget about quitting or getting away. You’re in Lucius’ world now, and the rules are all his.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?)

Oh sweet summer child, if you think Lucius would ever feel guilty about abducting you, then you clearly haven’t been paying attention. In his world, he’s like a knight in shining armor—except the armor is made of manipulation, and the shining part is just his unshakeable belief that he’s the savior of this twisted story. To him, your abduction isn’t a crime; it’s a necessity. He’s saving you from the chaos and flaws of the world outside, and he views his actions as a kindness—like taking a cat off the street and then refusing to let it go because, let’s face it, it just can’t take care of itself.

Regret? Guilt? Those words might as well be in a different language for Lucius. He’s convinced that he’s doing you a favor by keeping you close, and he’ll definitely remind you of that whenever you express any desire to escape. You see, in his mind, letting you go is as absurd as handing over the keys to a sports car to someone who can’t even reach the pedals. You’re integral to his grand plan, and he doesn’t just mean you’re some interchangeable pawn on his chessboard; you’re the queen, and he’s not about to trade that piece away for anything.

So if you’re imagining some heartfelt moment where he pauses and reflects on the morality of his choices, you can forget about it. That’s not happening. Instead, he’ll probably double down, pulling out his smoothest lines about how it’s all for your own good, and how lucky you are to have him as a guide.

Letting you go? Now that’s just funny. If you think he’s going to open the door and say, “Okay, you’re free to go, my darling,” you’re about as mistaken as a mime trying to order a cheeseburger. He’ll hold onto you tighter than a kid gripping their last cookie in a room full of friends. You’re not just a part of his life; you’re the centerpiece of his meticulously crafted plan for world peace.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them? childhood, curiosity, etc?)

His overwhelming desire to “improve” you mirrors his quest to perfect the world around him. Picture a painter with a vision so grand that they can’t help but see every imperfection as a flaw to be corrected, and you’ll start to grasp where he’s coming from…

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

To Lucius, those tears are not signs of weakness; they’re just proof that you haven’t quite accepted your role in his meticulously crafted vision. It’s like he’s been waiting for you to see the light, but instead, you’re still fumbling around in the dark. He views your pain as confirmation of the world’s corruption, reinforcing his unwavering belief that he alone possesses the key to your salvation. In his mind, every tear you shed is just another layer of the flawed reality he’s determined to erase. So, while you’re thinking, “I’m a hot mess right now” he’s over there with his metaphorical clipboard, taking notes and strategizing on how to guide you back to the path he believes is right.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Lucius stands apart from your classic yandere archetype like a fine wine at a party full of boxed beverages. While many yanderes are often characterized by wild emotions, impulsive decisions, and an insatiable craving for their darling's attention—think of them as the love-struck tornadoes—Lucius operates with a cool, calculated precision that borders on eerie.

For Lucius, love isn’t just a feeling; it’s a meticulously orchestrated strategy aimed at achieving his vision of a perfect world. He’s not driven by mere passion or jealousy but by a steadfast belief in a future where you play a pivotal role. Instead of relying on chaotic whims and emotional outbursts, he’s more like an architect sketching out blueprints, ensuring that every element fits seamlessly into his grand design.

While your average yandere might resort to dramatic gestures—like stalking, melodramatic threats, or even impulsive violence—Lucius opts for subtler methods. He’ll employ psychological manipulation, social isolation, and emotional coercion like a seasoned chess player maneuvering their pieces across the board. He sees every interaction as a move toward the endgame he’s envisioned, where you’re not just a passive participant but a vital component of his master plan.

This calculated approach means he’s not just obsessed with you in the traditional sense; he views you as a unique puzzle piece essential for his envisioned utopia. He’s not out to cause chaos for the sake of chaos; rather, he’s on a mission to “save” you from the flaws he believes the world has imposed upon you. So if you think of your typical yandere as a whirlwind of emotions, Lucius is more like a storm that’s been perfectly predicted, with every gust of wind and drop of rain serving a specific purpose in his eyes.

V = Vice (What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?)

His greatest weakness is, quite ironically, his own towering ego and his unwavering conviction in his ideals. He’s like a walking billboard for self-assuredness, strutting around with the kind of confidence that could make a peacock jealous. You might think, “Great! I can totally use that against him!” But here’s the kicker: it’s not as easy as it sounds.

See, while his ego is a glaring flaw, it also acts like a protective shield, completely insulating him from doubt. He’s so convinced that he’s the master architect of a perfect future that any attempts to exploit this weakness will likely bounce right off him like a rubber ball. You could try to shake his confidence by questioning his plans or pointing out flaws in his grand design, but he’ll just smile that smug little smile and dismiss your concerns as naive, silly ramblings. It’s almost impressive how firmly he believes in his own infallibility. In a nutshell, your chances of exploiting Lucius’ vice for a successful escape are pretty slim—very slim. Sucks to be you, huh?

W = Wit's end (Would they ever hurt their darling?)

When it comes to Lucius, the idea of him hurting you is far from the chaotic, reckless violence you might expect from other characters in the yandere genre. Instead, his approach is a meticulously calculated maneuver. If he ever resorts to hurting you, it’s not out of rage or whimsy; it’s a carefully considered act intended to teach you a lesson about the consequences of disobedience, a lesson closer to molding you into his perfect lover for the new era he’s planning to create.

As for physical harm, Lucius will only ever resort to a firm grip, to reinforce his point or to remind you of his control. It’s less about inflicting pain and more about establishing dominance. He won’t be throwing punches or engaging in dramatic confrontations; instead, he’ll assert his authority in subtle yet powerful ways. He thrives on the knowledge that he can manipulate the situation to keep you in check, all while maintaining that charming demeanor of his.

So while Lucius may not physically hurt you in the traditional sense, the psychological scars he leaves behind can cut deeper than any knife ever could. In his eyes, hurting you is a necessary evil, a step in the process of molding you into the companion he believes you should be.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?)

Lucius doesn’t quite revere you in the typical, candlelight-dinner-and-flower-petals kind of way. Instead, he sees you as a vital component of his grand design—an irreplaceable vessel for his vision of a perfect world. Think of it this way: to him, you’re not just a person; you’re the keystone in the arch of his ambitions, and he’ll do everything in his power to ensure that you fit snugly into that role.

His “worship” is less about adoration and more about control. He doesn’t bow down or sing your praises; rather, he orchestrates your life as if you’re a piece on his chessboard. He believes that by reshaping you, he’s doing you a favor. In his mind, this isn’t just manipulation; it’s a profound act of love—though it's a love that feels more like a gilded cage than a romantic fairy tale…

So what lengths would he go to win you over? Imagine a meticulous architect ensuring every beam and support is in place to create a flawless structure. Lucius would cut off access to your friends and family, restricting your movements and molding your thoughts to align with his ideals. He’d shower you with grand promises of a better world if you only surrender your will to him. Every act of control is couched in this twisted reverence, as he believes he’s guiding you to enlightenment.

His lengths are vast and thorough, employing every tactic at his disposal—from emotional manipulation to subtle coercion—because in his mind, any means justify the end goal: you becoming the perfect partner in his quest for a utopia. So, while you may not find him kneeling before you, he certainly sees you as a treasure to be safeguarded.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?)

Lucius isn’t the type to suddenly “snap” like a character in a drama who loses their cool all at once. Nope, he’s way too composed and strategic for that. Remember, patience is his thing. He plays the long game, seeing your resistance as a temporary hurdle on the road to what he believes is inevitable acceptance.

Lucius would never show desperation or impulsiveness, even if it feels like it’s taking forever to get you to fall in line. It’s almost eerie how collected he remains, waiting as you resist, plot, or even openly rebel. He’s that guy who could be waiting for the stars to align, and he wouldn’t flinch once.

Instead of snapping, he slowly tightens his grip, all while maintaining a serene demeanor that’s somehow more unsettling than someone who flies off the handle. If anything, your continued resistance only fuels his belief that he’s right to keep pushing, right to reshape you for “your own good.” He’d say, with that ever-so-slightly patronizing smirk, “It’s only natural for you to struggle—it shows you’re still finding your way. But don’t worry, I have all the time in the world.”

There’s literally no snapping point for Lucius because his patience is practically unbreakable. He doesn’t have a dramatic breaking moment—he’s like water, slowly wearing away at a rock until it’s shaped exactly the way he wants it.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break their darling?)

Lucius isn’t actively trying to crush your spirit into dust—at least not in a straightforward, malicious way. His endgame isn’t about making you a shattered shell but transforming you into what he sees as your “ideal self,” molded to fit neatly into his grand vision. In his mind, breaking you isn’t breaking at all; it’s refining you, burning away all those pesky imperfections that keep you from seeing things his way.

However, because Lucius’ methods are so intense and unrelenting, achieving that level of transformation might mean pushing you to the edge or beyond. He views it as a necessary sacrifice, like pruning a tree to help it grow properly. If you end up emotionally drained or feeling like you’ve lost yourself, Lucius wouldn’t see that as cruelty. He’d see it as progress, another step toward perfection.

To sum it up: Lucius wouldn’t set out to break you, but he’s perfectly fine if that’s the collateral damage of “perfecting” you.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello I want to request for headcanons or fics whatever you're in the mood for with fue, nozel, nacht and Julius they wake up in the morning and see their s/o whos period spills onto their bed and she wakes up and is super embarrassed about it

If you're uncomfortable with the topic you don't have to write for it tho it's okay

Hello! No worries, I'm not uncomfortable with blood or periods ^^

This turned quite long, but hopefully you don't mind. The guys are worried about reader being alright, but do comfort the reader, all in their own ways. ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader, Julius x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: general/comforting Total length: ~2.1k Warnings: a lot of mentions and depictions of blood (since periods are a main topic of this), the guys being a little worried since blood spilling in the bed isn't common at all to them, but it's a kind of .. hurt-comfort I suppose

Fuegoleon

He has always been one to rise early. That is not to say that if he can spare the time, he doesn’t mind sleeping in, especially after you came a part of his life. And it was also this morning that he was the first to rise.

For a while he simply lied there, next to you and admired your sleeping form next to you. But he didn’t want to wake you up, so he thought that he might just as well get up and do a little morning exercising.

He pushed aside of the covers and sat up, but as he turned to take one more glance of you, he saw blood, under you, staining the covers.

His immediate thought was about you being alright. But you were breathing, and there weren’t signs of distress, which meant that it must’ve been your periods. And for a while he wondered if he should really wake you up, instead of having you lie on bloody sheets.

But as you begun shifting around, and woke up, little by little, he didn’t need to wonder about it.

He sat onto his side of the bed, and placed his hand onto your side, stroking you. “Good morning,” he wished with gentle syllables. “How are you feeling?”

You stretched and greeted him with a smile, but as your consciousness came through from dream lands, you realized that you were feeling a bit… sticky, and the sheets felt a bit wet. Which could mean a couple of things. That you had been sweating in your sleep, or…

So, you sat up, without a reply, and uncovered yourself, only to see bloody sheets, which is why you hastily pulled the covers back over you while staring down to your hands.

You couldn’t believe that your periods had come in early. Or was it really early? Had you just forgotten about where you were in the cycle? In any case you started doing the math in your head, while not daring to look at him. But still, you managed to mumble out a “I’m sorry…”

He placed his hand onto your shoulder, and, even without looking at him, you heard his tender tone. “It’s alright,” he told you. “Periods are a completely natural thing to have.”

Carefully your eyes started to lift from the sheets to him.

“Are you… in pain?” He inquired, telling you that the sheets were the least of his worries.

“A… little bit,” you admitted because the period pains were also creeping in on you.

He pulled you close, and assured you that it’d be alright. His right hand settled onto your lower stomach, and added a bit of warmth to soothe you. “It’ll be alright,” he repeated, and simply held you close, stroking you and focusing on being there for you.

And you… you did feel loved and cared for. For a moment you even forgot about the sheets, but it felt wonderful to know that there was no shame in showing him that you were on your periods.

Nozel

Light started to filter through the curtains to Nozel’s eyes, waking him up. And he knew that he should get up. Get to work. Complete tasks that were on the list for the day, but… the bed was warm. Soft… and most importantly, you were there.

So, he rolled over, and wrapped his arms around you, as much as he could while lying down, and snuggled close to you. But as he settled there, next to you, his hand brushed something… wet? Sticky? And as he ruffled the sheets, there was a faint scent of iron.

He felt his stomach twist, and his heart begun racing, which made him wide awake. But as soon as he was, awake, eyes open. He tried to reason to himself.

No one could have gotten in. And hurt you. So it must’ve been something else.

Regardless, he sat up, and tried to inspect if anything seemed amiss.  And as he pulled his hand away from under the covers, there were red stains covering his skin, which caused him to promptly pull aside the blanket to see the sheets under you stained with blood.

You awoke to the sudden movement, and looked at him with a frown, as he looked under you.

Your eyes followed his gaze and saw the stains as well, filling your mind with questions about if you were supposed to have your periods already. But the questions only crossed your mind for a fraction of a second, as embarrassment took its place, making your cheeks feel warm.

“I’m-, sorry,” you apologized not daring to meet his gaze, as you were afraid that he’d say something… something less than pleasant about it. Or perhaps would wish to have separate beds from now on, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about waking up in a pool of blood.

But instead, he took your hand and looked at you. His lips were parted, as if he was thinking about what to say. And he continued to think for quite a while, until he frowned at his own ability to say The Right thing, if there was such.

Then he closed his mouth, only to open it up again as his eyes averted. “If you wish, we can… go wash up as the servants change the sheets,” he stated. “And we’ll… find a solution.”

“I’m… sorry,” you apologized again, while looking down again.

“It’s not your fault,” he interjected. “It was unexpected,” he continued while giving your hand a squeeze, which gave you the reassurance you needed to look at him.

His cheeks were tinted with a hint of red, and his eyes were still to the side.

He wasn’t trying to guilt you, but instead he was trying to solve it. Solve the situation where you were still sitting on bloody sheets, while circling around commenting on the state of the linen.

But most importantly, he wasn’t trying to blame you.

“I’m certain it’s unpleasant to wake up in… such a state,” he said. “So, if you wish, we can-, freshen up.” He meant well. And honestly, it wasn’t fun to sit there, feeling the sticky, drying period blood on you, along with the creeping period pain.

“Let’s do that,” you finally admitted with soft syllables, with which he lead you, still holding you by the hand, to the wash room. He made sure you had the softest towels, and that the water was warm enough, before telling the servants to change the sheets.

Nacht

Nacht usually wakes up quite early. That is if he has fallen asleep in the first place, since he is quite a bit of a night owl. Though he might prefer “creature of the night”, if he had to choose, not that he necessarily would take kindly being called either by anyone aside of you, because from you it comes with love.

However, this morning, he was up, walking around with a book in hand instead of sitting down to read it, as he passed by the bed where you were still sleeping.

You rolled over in your sleep, pushing aside a lot of the covers as you did so, which revealed a large crimson stain under you, which made Nacht stop.

There was a passing, split second of pain in him for seeing so much blood under you. But he is able to keep himself calm, and collected, because this must simply be your periods. After all, you were moving around and breathing with no sounds of distress, so it was something natural. And periods were by far the most common explanation.

But there was still something so unsightly in the idea of you having to lay in, essentially, a pool of blood. It must’ve been rather uncomfortable.

So, he sat down to the edge of the bed, and gently shook you awake.

“Good morning,” he wished with a gentle tone of voice, to which you replied with a sleepy tone of your own.

But as you regained your consciousness from the dreamlands where you had ventured in your sleep, you begun to feel… something sticky? Wet and… less than nice?

You tried to prop yourself up and as you did, you looked at your hand which was now covered in a thin layer of blood, which was when it dawned on you: the bed was stained from your periods.

You averted your gaze, still looking down to the sheets and apologized. It’d be a pain to get the stains out of the sheets, not to mention the mattress. And you didn’t want to be a burden on him.

But after the apology had flowed out from you, he asked: “Why are you apologizing?”

You looked at him, and there was that smiling expression, but in his smile, you could see a faint frown. Because he didn’t really understand why you needed to apologize for something that you had no control over.

“Because… I stained the sheets…” you replied.

“It was an accident, of which you have no control over. But we can get around it by tracking your cycle in a calendar and taking precautions,” he stated, trying to find a solution.

You nodded, because it did sound sensible. And he was solution oriented to a lot of things, but that didn’t really help with your emotions right there and then.

“We will manage,” he still continued, and took a hold of your hand, while pulling you close. His left hand settled to your head, and pressed it against his chest, as his right held you from the waist.

He might not have been the best at offering words of comfort, but he wanted you to know that he was there for you when you needed it. And he always would be.

Julius

If he can, he likes to sleep as late as possible. That is if he doesn’t have a plan on going anywhere, aside of work.

And thus, in his sleep, he rolled over and snuggled close to you, smiling widely. Because… why wouldn’t he? He was right there, with the love of his life, in a warm, soft bed without a care in the world. If he didn’t count Marx bugging him about paperwork, which wasn’t really a care in itself either, since there was a point in doing the work. A very valid point at that.

But for now, he simply wished to snuggle next to you for a few more minutes, so he pulled you closer, reached a little further around you and there was… dampness? Stickiness? But it didn’t feel like anything he was necessarily familiar wi-

Then it dawned on him. It felt a lot like blood. But you were sleeping blissfully in his arms. He could feel your chest rising and falling, and there were no signs of uneasiness.

He propped himself up, nudging you unintentionally in the process, which caused your eyes to flicker open.

“Good morning,” you smiled to him as you were coming to from the sleep.

“Good morning,” he wished back. “How are you feeling?”

You hummed for a while, then realizing that there was something… something damp and it… wasn’t quite sweat, because sweat wasn’t this sticky and… You got up, and reached under you, only to pull your bloodied hand back and look at it.

You could have prepared to this, or that was what you thought to yourself. You could have been counting days there was to your periods. Though there was sometimes bound to be some variation, and considering everything that had been going on lately and-

“Are you in pain?” He asked, waking you from the train of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry… for staining the sheets,” you replied, not really answering to his question.

He blinked for a moment, before letting out a laugh. “We can always get more sheets,” he smiled to you while pulling you closer. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he assured you.

You turned to look at him, the best you could, and quite simply looked at him. And he just smiled in return.

He smiled that bright reassuring smile of his that made you think that everything would be alright in the world, no matter what. He wasn’t mad, or upset with you. To him it was simply a part of life.

And you could always get more sheets.

[artemis-fowl-incident-report]

Are you an Artemis Fowl fan?

Well we are running auditions for an Artemis Fowl audio adaptation (because what the hell was that movie Disney?). We're hoping to get it recorded this year, but we need people willing to volunteer for that to happen.

If you're interested, email us at artemisfowl.incident.report@gmail.com with your audition.

Artemis Fowl II

Casting requirements: Youthful, adolescent, somewhat haughty/arrogant voice, possibly young boy/woman with androgynous voice range. Ability to speak in a variety of accents (notably Irish/British) and with very clear enunciation. Gravitas and authority juxtaposed with age is what we’re looking for. Somewhat of a large range of emotion and modulation needed. Examples include the Ciel Phantomhive English dubbing VA.

Audition lines:

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I’m trying to do something decent now, Captain.

The problem is that I know the textbook answers to any question you care to ask.

“You hit me,” he said in disbelief.

Butler

Casting requirements: Classically masculine/deep voice, but soothing and somewhat authoritative (easy to trust, confident). Almost stoic, but definitely calm. Any accent is acceptable as long as it’s clear and understandable, as this is an audio based project. Mastery of voice projection. Any emulation of yelling if not instructed is ill-advised. Examples include the original Japanese VA for Ruthven from Vanitas no Carte.

Audition lines:

Welcome back. Glad to see everyone’s alive. Now I need to go.

The cosh, sir.

Yes, Artemis. All is forgiven. Just one thing… never again. Fairies are too… human.

Holly Short

Casting requirements: Strong, bold quality, self-assured, sometimes brash. Not deep or too dark, but not too light/bright either, a happy medium is preferred. Comfortable with a more forceful range. Irish accent highly preferred, but honestly if you want to try a Southern American country accent no one will begrudge you for it. You will have to emphasize your plosives and overall consonant sounds. Examples include Seele’s English VA from Honkai: Star Rail.

Audition lines:

Stay back, human. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.

What? You want me to cut off his thumb? Are you insane?

When are you going to learn, Mud Boy? Your little schemes have a tendency to get people hurt. Usually the people who care about you.

Julius Root

Casting requirements: A deep, authoritative voice, the typical gruff commander/mentor archetype. Somewhat harsh. Primarily this role will require a fair bit of hostile moods even if only performative so if this will strain you then it is recommended to avoid trying out for this role. Irish accent highly preferred. Timbre should be darker. Examples include Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders.

Audition lines: 

Looks like the gang’s all here. And guess what. I don’t like gangs.

Captain Short’s life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!

Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

Foaly

Casting requirements: Fast-paced speech, while not too fast, a middle/lower range, perhaps more of a baritone? Excitable but not overly immature. This character is a genius, and somewhat eccentric, so allow rough edges to shine through. Nothing too dark, though. Mischief is a good standard tone to aim for. Irish accent also preferred. Examples include the Japanese VA for Kaveh from Genshin Impact.

Audition lines: 

Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.

I’m right there with you, darlin’. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I’m way back in the Operations Room.

Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?

Angeline Fowl

Casting requirements: Most of the time an elegant, mature voice, very distinctly high-class, possibly a mild British accent, just enough to round out the role. Motherly, calm, but also capable of hysterics/sounding younger. Aim for a middle range as well. Please be sure not to be overly bright for this role. Examples include Stelle’s English VA from Honkai: Star Rail.

Audition lines:

I’m sorry, Arty. For everything. For the last few months, I haven't been myself. But things are going to change. Time to stop living in the past.

It’s Christmas Day, you silly boy. Christmas Day! Presents are traditional, are they not?

And how about school? Have you decided on a career?

Juliet Butler

Casting requirements: Higher pitched, almost schoolgirl/teenage girl voice (just less whiny) but definitely not to an exaggerated and obnoxious degree. Just young and appropriately expressive. Headstrong, but playful and adept at teasing, bright but not airy. You have to be able to play dumb, though, as this character plays dumb a fair bit. Any accent is acceptable. Examples include Izzie from Grey’s Anatomy.

Audition lines:

Well, leprechauns. You know they’re not real, don’t you?

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he’s never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that spiritually.

I don’t know about legal, Mister. I just serve the drinks.

Mulch Diggums

Casting requirements: Deep, rough voice, but not overly low, or with overwhelming bass. Open to varieties of depth/range for this role as long as it doesn’t sound like an adolescent. This character can have any accent as long as it is audible. Note that this character is meant to be a bit of a crook. Have fun with this role.

Audition lines:

Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

The pixie is crazy! Give me your gun, Holly, I’m going to shoot him.

All this melodrama. Someone has to poke fun.