#like it'll have taken him a LONG time to choose love over his passion and his job

[makethiscanon]

Genshin AU where the archons can strip you of your Vision if you lose motivation for your goal, turning you into a husk of a person as punishment.

Now imagine Cyno falling in love and deciding to give up his life as a matra to pursue happiness with them, only to be stripped of his power because he chose love over an eternity of passing judgement.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; wedding headcanons

warning/s: partial nsfw but no occurrence of the actual thing, super fluff i died and alived

i'll fix the formatting lateeeerr >:) red ones are individual bullets while white ones are subheadings of the previous red one (hope that makes sense)

* when you bring the question to him he'll be like:

* "me? you wanna marry me?" he'd point to himself.

* "yes, silly! who else?!"

* "i-i mean," he'll instantly become red and start fumbling over his words. "i-i was supposed to pop the damn question out..."

* you best bet it'll be a full blown steampunk wedding! he'd want it to be in the victoria but it's also fine with him if you'd want a beach or garden wedding so long as the theme stays. this i what i think he'll be wearing, the aesthetic of the event, and what your gown'll be.

* during preparations, he'd mostly leave it up to you so long as you follow his color palette: red and blacks. but when it comes to foods, he'd be keen on having an attendance while you taste test and choose out stuff.

his and your fits

* before your wedding day, he'd be soooo anxious. i have this thought that when you two are individually out on your bachelor/ette parties, he'd be calling you by the end of it just cuz he can't sleep.

* "it's pretty late, kidd. did your party just finished?"

* "yeah, every one's knocked out of their damn minds. and apparently, i can't fuckin' sleep."

* "hmm, nervous?"

* "like the fuck i am." he'd try to deny it but eventually give in. "i wanna see you before i sleep."

* "but you know the superstition-"

* "fuck that shi-"

* "no! i don't want any bad luck!"

* "luck? baby, we defy all odds, don't we?"

* he'd insist but you'll also insist. so he just settled on an overnight call where you two slept in.

* during the wedding day, you two'll be tired as fuck because the only sleep you guys got was 2-3 hours because of talking and comforting each other until 5 😭. while getting ready, kidd will be more impatient and irritated than usual. but it's just due to the combination of weariness and anxiety. mostly anxiety. he never felt this anxious when it comes to you, he'd always be confident about how you two felt about each other. but right now, all he thinks if he's sure or not. if you're sure with him. eustass kidd never doubts, but he feels so deeply for you he'd never want to hurt you and that brings him to a wall. the people involve with him that day had a hard time working with him because his attitude is extraaa mean 😔

* but when he sees you at the end of the aisle as you donned a dress that looked way too good on you it was insane to him, all his worries left his body through a tear that cascaded down his eye.

* "you crying?" killer nudged kidd, noticing the taller to reach over his breast pocket to fish out the hanky.

* "shut up, you ain't the one doing the marryin'."

* i imagine his vows to reflect the kind of person he is, passionate and brute about it. he'll be soooo poetic it'd surprise you.

* "where do i even start fuck-" you'd giggle along with the audience. "i do lotsa damn declarations but this is makin' me shy, jeez."

* "name," he'd sheepishly look at you. "you are my dream and i honestly curse the seas that i'd only found you nos and not at the time i needed you the most. and now i, for the life of me, can't imagine how i'd live without you."

* "i, eustass kid, will put hands on anyone who mess with my wife, if those fuckers think they're so big, well so am i, aye?! if she cries i'll cry with her, and trust me when i say i will kill any bastard who dares do her wrong, because that's my wife, they better not look at her cuz she's taken, she's mine. got it?"

* "you've learned to love me, an insufferable asshole, in ways i never thought possible. you've seen the worst and the best, the weak and the strong, the ugly and somehow the pretty in me. you make me a better man."

* "you conquered all my fears, seized my pride, and built my strength. you are the reason i became the way i am today. you crawled your way in 'ere and took control over my heart, you little monster."

* "from the start, i haven't exactly been kind to you. i mean, i've been rude, and disrespectful; but you grew on me, you were patient and measured up to my irritated ass... so much that I don't know what happened, you really snuck up on me... so may you forgive me my past dumb mistakes. because even if I am stupid and mean, and I may not show my love properly, I love you and will do anything to give you what you fuckin' deserve. you know that."

* "name is a great woman, one who stands and always fights for what she wants, and I want the honor of being your husband. we'll conquer anything, yeah?"

* "okay i'm very fucking embrassed now so i'll just come out and say it... I need to marry you, not because I love you, not because I like you, but because I have to to... yeah, I said it, I don't like you or love you, i need you in my fucking life."

* man he'd end up crying while saying them. but his voice wouldn't waver, it's eustass kidd come ooooon

* he'd be dramatic and give you the bridal kiss where you kind of hang mid air and he supports your back.

* reception would be firrrreee it'd be an absolute rave! you'd have your wedding dress be modified where you can discard the tulle or some shit to make the dress shorter.

* your guests and dearest friends each made a speech about your craziness with each other

* "kidd was so damn insane for this girl. one time, he asked me if he should get her an otter or dung beetle as a christmas present. bro doesn't even celebrate christmas until she came along!"

* "kidd stood out as one of name's partners, he was the first jackass she fell for that was actually a keeper."

* "i'm telling you, kidd became so self-conscious when he met name! he started worrying if his lipstick was the right shade or if his eyeliner looked neat!"

* "what confuses me was whenever they talked to me about each other, the word 'i hate' always comes first and them being whipped follows after. it was annoying."

* drinking games come after, trivias about the couple and between you two after. and as expected, it was competitive because neither of you wanted to lose and give way 🤣. kidd as a man, will never go easy and let you win tho. he respects you like that.

* but what prompted me to make this hc is the wedding garter tradition 🫦. this will be his favorite part. he'd be very extra tho,

* he'll take off his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves when you two are in front for the act.

* he'd maintain reaaaally strong eye contact and will be feeling himself while you burn red and start fanning yourself from laughing or actually feeling flustered under his gaze.

* he'd get under your dress, have a long whiff of that 🐱 and his breath'll tickle you bc he nasty like that, lick your thigh a little, give the flesh on your hips a squeeze, and drag the garter off with his teeth very very languidly

* he'll be very pouty when it's time to give it to the bestman tho

* then the actual rave comesss! blasting music and lights at the victoria, it didn't seem like a wedding reception. but you and kidd were in the center of it all, dancing with each other the same way you two met in a bar.

* "wanna get out of here?" he whispered with his hands on your hips, bending down to your ear due to the deafening beats.

* "hmm, ain't this familiar?" you giggled.

* "aye. this is the part where you come with me and we kiss at the back."

* "eh? that's different from what i remember. your mean ass was angry at me for stepping on your shoe." you poked at his nose while he laughed subtly.

* "shh shh, we both know how bad that ended. bar got fucked up real good." you two broke out in laughter, reminiscing at old times.

* kidd would inevitably drag you to his quarters, man's hungrryyyyy

* he'd be so desperate to take off your clothes, with how beautiful you look today and how he was deprived of you for a couple of nights

* you'd leave the deck making out, walkign sideways, backwards, u name it

* "it'd be pretty weird if the bride and groom's gone on their reception, right?" you broke out of the kiss.

* "and we don't give a shit about it, don't we?" he'd grin, tugging at your lips

* aaaand stuff thst happens in the honeymoon happened 😏

been in the works foR WAY TOO LONG

[bts-spnlvr12]

Talking Body

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Plussized!F!Reader

WC: 2267

Summary: You've been married to the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world. What happens when he finds you questioning yourself about the way you look?

~Warnings: Pure filthy smut, BDSM Themes; blindfolding, spanking, pet names, anything within the realm you can think of it'll probably be in this story (lmao), FLUFF, mentions of having children, mentions of scars/marks, aftercare, I think that's it...!

~A/N: MDNI! If you decide to interact with this post, it will result in your account being blocked! Otherwise those who are 18+, enjoy!~

~Also, I apologize for how kinky this story is, I was in a mood XD~

You we're sitting on the couch in your office space, you had taken the day off to pamper yourself, which you haven't done for a long time due to not having enough time...

Your husband and CEO of Titan Corps, was in his at home office, working on a bunch of documents and paperwork since 8 this morning, he usually wakes you up a little ahead of time so you can get to work, but since you told him about your day off, he let you sleep in until you decided to get up for the day...

First thing you did when you got up was bring him some tea, which he was grateful for, but he told you that it's your day off and you should just relax and not worry about anything...

~Flashback...

"Baby? I brought you some tea, may I come inside?" You knocked on the door, "Come in darling!" He said in a sweet voice...

You walked over and set the tray down with the teapot and cup, and poured him a cup, then set it on the desk along with the teapot itself so he doesn't have to get up to get more. "Thank you, darling. What are you going to do today?" He paused as he took a sip out of the cup...

"Well, maybe go out and meet some friends that I haven't seen in weeks, then probably go to the plaza and get some apples to make a dessert some point this week, then probably just come home and relax, so I should be back around 3 or so..." You explain to your husband, who smiles and pulled you closer to him by your waist and kisses you passionately...

"Sounds fun, well have a good day off, call or text me if you need anything, alright?" You nod your head and out of his office to get your day started...

End of Flashback~

You got up to a good stopping point in your book, you mark the page then shut it then place it on the coffee table, you get up and decide to head to the bedroom, you looked at the clock on the bedside table to see that it was 8 p.m., you knew Levi would be off soon to spend some time with you...

You were headed to the bathroom in your bedroom to brush your teeth, when you suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror, noticing how your stomach sticks out slightly, your thick thighs and wide hips...

You could never understand why someone like Levi would choose someone like you, you knew he loved you for who you are, but you are a bigger girl, you sometimes think that he'd prefer someone who's thinner...

Levi walks out from his office and walks towards the bedroom, where he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror with a saddened expression, he knows what's going on and walks into the bedroom, "You're not thinking negatively of yourself again, are you?"

His voice coming out of nowhere made you jump slightly, you turn around to face him, "N-no dear, I'm not..." You walk over to the bathroom and brush your teeth really quick before coming out and sitting on the bed...

"Y/n, don't lie to me. I saw it in your face, what were you thinking about in that brain of yours?" He walks over and stands in front of you, grabbing your hands and kissing them all over, thinking of how you were going to ask him this question...

"Why, out of all the skinny and more prettier women in the world, did you choose me? I have scars and marks all over my stomach and legs, I have love handles and a bit of a belly. Why me?" He looks at you...

"I chose you, I wanted you Y/n, I saw more than just looks, I loved you for who you are, for your beautiful personality, your mind, everything about you is beautiful to me, and always will be, no matter what."

You looked deep into his eyes, you knew he meant it, you always did know he meant was he said but your mind got the better of you today, you then kiss him softly, "Please, don't you ever forget that, although..."

He pulls you up gently then sits on the edge of the bed, "You should be punished, but also shown how absolutely fucking beautiful you are. Clothes off, darling." You nod and take off everything except your panties, "God, look at you, so beautiful and it's all for me, and no one else..."

He starts kissing you down your body, starting from your lips, then down to your neck, to your chest, he even paid special attention to your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth at a time, while fondling the other then switching...

"Lay over my thighs baby, take those panties off to, I want to see that pretty ass of yours..." You nod and slip off your panties and walk over to his left side and leaned over his thighs and adjusted yourself so that your comfortable enough but if you needed to get up, you'd be able to do so...

"Mmm, look at you babygirl, splayed over my thighs waiting for my firm hand..." He runs his hand over your right cheek and down your thigh, rubbing and grabbing it which in all honesty felt pretty damn good...

"Count to 10 darling, if it gets too much you know the safe word, we made the first time we did this, okay?" You nodded and you felt the first smack of his hand on your ass, "One."

He rubbed you a little bit before noticing how soaked you were, "We only just started baby, and you've already left a spot on my pants, naughty girl..." He smacks your ass again, this time the reverb more intense as it fades away, "T-Two!"

Then again...

"T-three..."

This went on until you reached 10, by then your ass was already sore which he massaged the pain away, "Get up darling, I need to grab something..." You get up and wait while he gets up and grabs a long, black piece of fabric, he sits back down on the edge of the bed and tell you to get back into the same position as before...

He takes the blindfold and ties it around your eyes before kissing your shoulders, "It's only going to get more intense from now on tonight baby, I'm going to make you feel good, make you feel beautiful, more comfortable in your own skin..." He runs his fingers over your back and down to your pussy, rubbing your clit with his middle finger...

You moaned softly, being blindfolded only made things more sensitive and sensual, you then feel him sink two digits inside of you and start fingering you softly to start off, just barely grazing over that spot inside you which he noticed made you buck your hips, so he took advantage and start fucking you faster...

"O-OH! L-Levi please~..." He tilts your head so he can kiss you while you can't see anything, his movements becoming more erratic as if he was trying to get you to cum, possibly even squirt which was his true intention...

"You're so wet darling~..I'm gonna make you cum and make you scream so loud that the neighbors will know who you belong too." He fingers that spot in you relentlessly, causing you to try and push your body away from him but he pinned you down, "Cum for me babygirl, come on..squirt all over me..."

You scream out of pure pleasure and that coil snapped within you, causing you to squirt all over his hand and all over the floor, his hand moving when you start and going back towards the end, Levi lets a very deep growl out and keep fucking you with his fingers until you squirt 2 more times, which by the end of it you feel fucked out and very sensitive...

"Oh darling, you look so worn out, but I'm not done yet. Stand up, lie down on the bed and keep those legs spread, hands above your head..." You have him assist you getting up, then you do as he says while still blindfolded...

You control your breathing to the best of your ability while you hear Levi take off his clothes, you wish you could see him, touch him, anything would do but you're not going to lie, it felt amazing being pleasure by him, especially right now...

Suddenly you felt your hands being cuffed to the headboard, you notice the padding, so your wrists won't be as red after this is all done, "My babygirl all spread out for my taking, you're so goddamn beautiful Y/n, please don't ever forget that, even if I have to remind you 24/7 that you are, I would do it because I love you for who you are..."

You felt tears well up when you hear him say all of that, "I love you too, baby. Thank you. Thank you so much for being my husband, I don't know what I'd do without you..." He comes up and kisses you passionately, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he slowly pulls back...

"Like I said, I'm not done~...Let me taste you, I bet your as sweet as last time..." He moves down the bed and licks a stripe up your folds then kisses your clit, you buck your hips from the overstimulation from earlier events. He then pulls you down slightly to press his face further into your pussy, he then starts to eat you out like a man that hasn't eaten for weeks...

You release a moan so loud that your neighbors can quite possibly hear you, since your still blindfolded, you can hear the sloppy sounds of Levi's mouth sucking, biting and tongue fucking you from the inside, you grind your hips against his nose the best you can which he lets you do so because he likes it just as much as you do...

You feel him smirk as he slides a finger back inside your pussy, you throw your head back as he fingers that spot inside you again as he sucks your clit, "I can feel you're about to cum again baby, come on babygirl, cum for daddy..."

This causes your moans to become high pitched and turn more into mewls and whines, "F-FUCK! I'm g-gonna c-cu-AH!" You squirt for the fourth time that night causing you to spasm from your orgasm once again, he comes back up and removes your blindfold and take off the cuffs, "You're so fucking beautiful every time you cum, now for the main and final part..."

He positions himself in between your thighs and rubs his hard length before sliding the tip in, causing you to moan softly and slightly buck your hips which causes to slide you further down onto him, "Let me know when you're ready, I know you're sensitive after how many times you came so far."

Even after him being rough on you, he still shows his caring side before, during or after nights like this...

"O-okay babe, you can m-move now..." He nods and starts moving his hips slowly to start, he throws his head back from you already clenching down on his dick, "Oh baby, you feel so amazing, I just started fucking you and you're already clenching around me..."

He starts to thrust into you faster, he then pulls you up so you're straddling him while still on his dick, you take a bit of control and start riding him while wrapping your hands around his neck gently and kissing him deeply...

He looks deeply into your eyes while assisting you moving your hips, "So gorgeous, god I want to start a family, I have been wanting to for a while now, would you be alright with having a mini me or a mini you running around the house?" You smile at you, "I've been thinking about that for a while as well, I just didn't know if you were ready, but now I know. Fill me up babe, I want have a child with you, please."

He smiles and kisses you while you fuck yourself on him, he kisses your neck and holds you close as you two are eventually getting close to your highs...

""F-Fuck baby, I'm close, let me fill you up so we can start our family. You'd be such an amazing mother; I love you so much Y/n..."

"You'd be a perfect father; I love you too Levi." As you say that, you both reach your highs, he practically feels you go limp against his shoulder and lazily kiss his neck, he lays you down gently and pulls out and heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth and cleans your both up, leaving sweet kisses all over your body, and dresses you both up in some loose and comfy clothes for sleeping...

He slips into bed and pulls you close, your head lays on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat as it comes down from the best high you both had, "I hope you understand how beautiful you are to me Y/n, and trust me, I know you'll be even more beautiful whenever you're pregnant with our baby."

He kisses the top of your head then kisses you softly, your eyes get heavy from tonight's experience, he whispers sweet nothings and I love you's.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”

[mystery-skulls-ghost]

cracks knuckles

please welcome the Duskmarch dorm.

Founded on the determination and will of the Grand Marshal, Duskmarch is a... relatively obscure and bleak dorm. Its members are usually ones that keep to themselves and focus on their passion (which is mostly art in all its forms.) The only people they interact with are with each other and a few other people, but they're generally not sociable with the general public. They have some traditions, but the most prevalent ones are the events held every 22nd of each month, March 22nd being the most grandiose. Their purpose is celebrating the memories of its members past and present. And some other stuff, but we'll get to that eventually. Think a mix of Heartslabyul + Ignihyde. The current dorm leader is Emil A. Carcino while the vice dorm leader is Vice Abriss.

Dorm Location:

The general area is a monochromatic ghost town in the mountains that seems to be literally stuck in time, as in all surrounding fauna and wildlife are in suspended motion. The weather is always overcast. The only things that move are incorporeal ashes falling from the sky like snowflakes and a proper day and night cycle. At night, the sky clears up to show the stars above.

The dorm quarters are located in a mansion right in the center of town. The architecture seems to be similar to the one from the Ramshackle dorm. It's reserved for the dorm leader and the vice dorm leader. All other members reside in the other abandoned buildings. How do they get to choose which building? As a great man once said: "It's free real estate." As long as it's theirs, they can do whatever they want with them. For example: Xander's building is entirely covered with colorful spray paint art.

Members:

Emil A. Carcino

Twisted from: The Black Parade

Dorm: Duskmarch, Dorm Head

Year: 2nd

Birthday: October 23rd (Scorpio)

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationship Status: Taken by that edgelord below

Age: 17

Height: 176cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Birthplace: Rose Kingdom

Club: Board Game Club

Favorite Subject: History

Likes: Vice, skeletons, sounds with a good beat to them, celebrations

Dislikes: Killjoys (lol), clowns, babies

Flaws: Too easygoing, he's gonna let one minor thing slide and that escalates into some major problems

Favorite Food: Adobo

Disliked Food: Anything with cinnamon

Special Skill: Perfect pitch

The mysterious, dreamy, charismatic head of Duskmarch, Emil is a very lax kind of guy. He may not look it, but he's very passionate about the arts. Can't you tell by the parties the dorm holds every 22nd of each month? Aside from that, he doesn't seem to be fazed by anything, not even jumpscares or existential dread. Emil's the kind of guy to live in the now rather than dwelling on past regrets. He's wiser than he looks.

Unique Magic:

"Carry On"

Allows Emil to view a singular, specific memory of a target. The catch being:

He can only view them as a dream. He can't see them immediately, he needs to take a little nap.

You know how dreams are. Weird, vague, trippy, and all associated synonyms. They also take the form of musicals!

Emil's gonna have to interpret them by himself.

Relationships:

Vice - Dormmate. Boyfriend. He really is in deep, cutesy love with him. Could this not be just a high school first love thing?

Xander - Dormmate. Much needed lighting in this place! He admires Xander's feistiness. Fun to tease.

Azul - Clubmate. Always enjoys a round of Brabble with Azul. Their scores against each other are a perfect tie.

Idia - Clubmate. Appreciates Idia from afar. Every time Emil tries to get to know him, he's conveniently not there.

Riddle - Next door neighbors. Emil doesn't really know Riddle that much, but his mom does.

Tiny Tidbits:

Emil smells like a hint of vanilla.

His fondest memory is of a parade; so when he found out that Duskmarch held monthly parades, he was overjoyed.

He dyed his hair white to match the previous dorm leaders.

Emil's art is entirely in black and white. He says it's more "aesthetically pleasing" that way.

If he were sorted into a canon dorm, he'd be sorted in Heartslabyul.

Vice Abriss

Twisted from: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

Dorm: Duskmarch, Vice (haha) Dorm Head

Year: 2nd

Birthday: June 8th (Gemini)

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationship Status: Taken by that boy above

Age: 17

Height: 187cm

Dominant Hand: Left

Birthplace: Isle of Lamentation

Club: Film Studies

Favorite Subject: Poison Making

Likes: Emil, poetry, the color red (a specific shade being "Pitchfork Red")

Dislikes: Anyone getting TOO close to Emil, fish, Xander

Flaws: being a fucking dick

Favorite Food: Cinnamon rolls

Disliked Food: Big Bean Burritos

Special Skill: A very attentive eye for detail

The vice dorm head of Duskmarch. A heart attack in black hair dye. Vice is a very strict man. He's serious about everything he does. Does he even have any emotions besides quiet, seething anger? That all seems to go away when he's with Emil, so that's one thing. Although, please don't interrupt his alone time...

Unique Magic:

"Starless Eyes"

Makes Vice invisible. He can't do it for more than 3 minutes, because it'll take some serious damage on him, both physically and mentally. How, exactly? His clothes may disintegrate, his flesh might also disintegrate, he'll become slightly more unhinged, etc. etc.

Relationships:

Emil - Dorm head. Boyfriend. Truly, madly, deeply in love with Emil. Nothing comes in between Vice and him. Literally nothing. Because he'll destroy whatever gets in the way.

Xander - Dormmate. An annoyance. Vice barely tolerates Xander.

Vil - Clubmate. Surprisingly on good terms. Vice does double work, both behind the scenes and onscreen. Vil's picky perfectionism strives him to do more.

Tiny Tidbits:

Vice's art is very abstract. Abstract as in they look like a madman's scribbles on a wall as his sanity slowly deteriorates. They always have some splotch of red somewhere.

He would definitely kill a man if anything were to happen to Emil.

Has a fear of heights. This is why his worst subjects are everything that involves broom flying.

If he were sorted into a canon dorm, he'd be sorted into Pomefiore.

Xander Ammonitra

Twisted from: Danger Days/Party Poison

Dorm: Duskmarch

Year: 1st

Birthday: November 22nd (Scorpio)

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationship Status: Single

Age: 16

Height: 180cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Birthplace: Davane

Club: Track and Field Club

Favorite Subject: Practical Magic

Likes: Street art, parkour, cartoony shenanigans, monkeys

Dislikes: Authority, drab colors, sterilized entertainment

Flaws: Loud, obnoxious, dirty mouthed [BLEEP]

Favorite Food: Deep-dish meat pizza

Disliked Food: Canned Marshmallows

Special Skill: Really good hearing

An extremely loud kind of guy. How did a boy like Xander even get into the dark, monochromatic aesthetic of Duskmarch? He expresses himself with bold colors, graffiti, confetti, and anything colorful (both literally and verbally.) He doesn't take kindly to strict rules. Despite the rowdy personality, he's kind of a dork. As things should be.

Unique Magic:

"Make Some Noise"

Lets Xander turn random objects into (non-lethal) bombs of various effects. It's a lot lamer than it sounds.

Relationships:

Emil - Dorm head. Appreciates Emil's "anything goes" mentality. Xander does get huffy over his moments of teasing.

Vice - Dormmate. Shares the same feeling of antipathy towards Vice. Xander's willing to go through slapstick shenanigans just to fuck with him.

Deuce - Clubmate. Sometimes flings snarky negative quips towards Deuce. Not the very best of friends.

Jack - Clubmate. Legitimately thinks that Jack is cool. Xander doesn't really give his usual temperament towards him.

Jude - No relation. He's seen Jude around right before they were both enrolled into NRC. Xander sees him as an idol, him standing up to the city of bullshit that is Davane.

Tiny Tidbits:

Xander has a potted Mars flytrap among his mess of a room. Did he steal it from the campus? Maybe.

He WILL find a way to vandalize every seemingly impossible to reach places with a cartoon monkey. He gets bored sometimes.

His birthday happens to be on the 22nd of November! That means he's in charge of the parade of that month. Expect an extravagant eyeblinding event.

Xander is an appreciator of anything involving wheels. Mostly rollerskates. His cowboy boots may or may not be heelys.

If he were sorted into a canon dorm, he'd be sorted into Scarabia.

[lunaevangeline]

I came by because I saw your ask game and I just felt the need to send this and let you know the fic that I will always remember you for as a writer...

These lines are from your Oikawa fic "Drown in Space".

"You’ve always prayed to god, to every god you know, and to the universe to not take him away from you."

"You prayed to the almighty entity and they granted your wish. They didn’t take his build, but the universe took his mind and soul."

"You didn’t realize that you lost him since the first time his footprints left the ground. Because he loves you and adores you; but not as deep as his passion for the universe, his fondness for the unknown. You can have his body but you can’t have his soul."

And this line...

"He was born with an undying passion for the eternal void and until he died, his eyes would still search for the stars."

The first time I read this, I felt my heart break and shattered into pieces. I was hopeful at first that there would be some kind of a twist that Oikawa would return to you (heart, body, mind, and soul) but it didn't. Reading it also made me angry (not of you) and frustrated at the fact that you lost the love of your life not because of some other person who stole them from you, but because the universe decided to intervene and took Oikawa's soul with them.

I mean, we're no match if it's the universe who is against our love story. Going up against them only leads to misery and tragedy (most of the stories I read said so)

As much as I love happy endings, I swear this fic made a great impact on me. Most people I know would only consider a fic or story "a masterpiece" if the main characters ended up happy together. But there is something beautiful in tragic stories that makes me hook with it even with the knowledge that it'll hurt me in the end. Maybe because I read too many happy-ending stories (and I rarely read tragic/angst fics) that when I finally had the courage to read sad-ending fics, that story will last in my mind and heart even after reading it for so long.

p.s. but I'd still prefer reading happy-ending stories because my life and the world are already miserable, I need to get those fluffy scenarios even if it's only in my imagination XD

ELLEE ELLEE I'm crying over your long description 😭💕 thank you for letting me know, if I can choose one fic between all I've worked on before, this one will definitely win.. and since this includes two of my most beloved components (Tooru and the universe). This is also the only fic that was proofread, by my sweet Kat @/sweetkoshi (she helped me a lot and deserves the credit!)

Indeed it was heartbreaking he was taken by the universe itself, I mean if it's a person you can still compete but if it's a passion or something deeper you can't argue </3 I was inspired by reading many successful scientist stories and even witnessing them through my own eyes; how they have a family but they put their passion for astronomy as a priority.

I can see their eyes sparkle every time they talk about their own research like they're living their childhood dreams. It's really cute because you can see the 30s-50s years old rambling about the alien hypothesis, the black hole imaging, the star's inner structure - that they barely can touch, and for those, I really adore the gleams in their eyes. I can spend hours talking with them outside the lecture and they're more than welcome because it's truly their passion. One professor who's in charge for teaching observational astronomy was really nice. He gave us snacks during the observation night and he spent time in the observatory during the weekends. He told us that one day her 5 years old daughter threatened him that she will search for another daddy if he doesn't come back home during that weekend.

They love their family but not as much as their passion, spending nights in the observatory but only a few days a month or even a year in their home. Some of them still maintain a good relationship with their family but some have their family torn apart. Because they already have their own home, the laboratory: the universe itself.

Anonymously or not tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer.