#now I just have to never accidentally sleep in 3 necklaces and wake up with

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Had a good time at Ikkicon @^@ btw.

Seeing all the vendors and cosplayers I hadn’t seen in years was really rejuvenating and I wore a snug mask the whole weekend when I wasn’t in the room uAu it wasn’t even that crowded! Didn’t feel awful, was worried really that my Covid-Crowd-Anxiety was going to rear it’s ugly horrible head and beat me to death with it’s hooves, but, it didn’t uvu;

And having a cane meant when my spine tried to beat me to death with its hooves I had support instead of agony and that was Really Fucking Nice actually.

Can’t think of a singular favorite thing I got from con cos I was pretty feral about everything we got this go round BUT I do really like the glasses chain, all the earrings and hat I got 😌

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hello! Are you ok?, I hope so ❤️ (by the way, your writing is wonderful)

I would like to make a request for Yandere Slashers with an S/O who is a mermaid, who usually kills people who dare to invade her lakes, and she kills these people by drowning.

(I'm sorry if there are any writing errors, English is not my first language, and I'm writing this using Google translate)

Slashers with Mermaid! Reader

Yandere! Slashers x Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

A/N: I'm doing good, thank you <3 I hope you enjoy! (Also, I decided I'm going to remove Lester from the Slasher requests. I'm still very much open to writing for him when specified, but I feel like he doesn't quite fit in with all the other Slashers).

Freddy Krueger

Meeting you was quite literally the best thing to ever happen in his undead life

He likes to team up with you, constantly coming up with different ways you both can contribute to someone's death

You pull them under, and they suddenly wake up in Freddy's world

Your dynamic is pretty ideal too

Whenever you sleep, you can visit him

And he has no issues with popping into your waters just to say hi

He does this quite often, in fact

He is very aware you can take care of yourself, but he still gets worried

You're his

He doesn't trust anyone being around you

Even if your only intention is to kill them immediately

He understands that where you are now is your home, but that won't stop him from doing whatever he can to have you live in his world

He can create the perfect environment for you

Miles and miles of nothing but water if your heart desires

Which hopefully it does

Since he isn't willing to wait much longer

Michael Myers

He never thought creatures like you actually existed

But the moment he saw your strength and darkness, he was immediately drawn in against his better judgment

He visits more often then you think

He's always around, watching

You can feel eyes on you almost 90% of the day, but you never really know where it's coming from

He enjoys watching you swim and just relax

But he especially loves seeing you drag poor souls into the tide with you

There's something so twisted and yet magical about watching you kill

But this fascination is also paired with extreme jealousy

He hates seeing you touch other people

And he almost envies the way they get to be so close to you, even if it means their demise

He hopes to find a way to take you home with him for good one of these times

You told him you loved him, so you'd be happy as long as you're by his side

Right?

Jason Voorhees

Out of all places to meet the love of your life, this one seemed especially unfortunate for Jason

But his feelings for you were strong enough to overrule his fear

He'll sit by the shore with you, hearing you talk and sing old tunes he's never heard before

He loves listening to your stories about the world underneath the current

But this always leaves him with such a deep feeling of sadness

He wants a life where you both can live together and share those memories

But he knows that's nearly impossible

He starts spending more time by the water side than the camp, finding that irresponsible teens like to be by the beach even more than the forest

You lure them in with your beauty and your words, and Jason finishes the job

He'll let you kill too if you really wish to, but he doesn't like the idea of those types of people being so close to you

He barely gets to touch you, so why should they get what he so desperately wants instead?

Thomas Hewitt

In this desert like area of Texas, Thomas has to travel quite far to see you

But the one time he accidentally stumbled upon you, he was smitten

And you surprisingly didn't turn him into another victim like all the others

He was kind to you

And now, he brings you food and stops by as often as he possibly can

You've made him little necklaces out of bones and shells

He wears every single one of them

Your bond only gets stronger each time he comes to see you

But Thomas can only take so much

Why can't you be closer?

He knows the family would love you

And he could make you so happy

His bathtub is big enough for you, he's sure of it

He knows that you won't want to leave your own home for his, but he loves you and knows what will be best for you

He's just got to be patient

Bubba Sawyer

His own family had to go on a search for him after he disappeared for a couple days

But he just couldn't help it

You make him so happy, and the more time he spent with you, the more difficult it became to leave your side

He's tried to jump in a few times to be with you, but you always persuade him out of it

He doesn't know how to swim, and you don't want him to end up like everyone else

That's when he decided that the best option would be to create your very own pond in his backyard!

That way, you could be with each other, and he would never have to say goodbye again

He hasn't told you this idea yet, but he's sure you'd be happy with it

This would also keep you from needing to kill anyone else

You're too beautiful to get your hands dirty

And it's unfair that they get to join you in the water when you won't let him do the same

He can make you super happy with his family, he's sure of it

Brahms Heelshire

He hates this dynamic between you two

He wants you at home with him so you can take care of him, and he can keep you away from everyone else

No one should get to touch you or look at you besides him

He's actually tried to drag you out of the water before, but the prospect of accidentally killing you was enough to make him stop

He never knew he could envy a body of water as much as he does

It gets to hold you, touch you, and be with you at all times

He wants that too, so desperately

Because of you, he's gone from house dweller to nature enthusiast in just a matter of days

Even when you think he's at home, he's stalking around, watching you

He insists it's to keep you safe

In fact, you haven't had to drown anyone in quite a while

And you can thank Brahms for that

The moment he sees a single soul in the area, he drags them off and disposes of them before you even have a chance to see them

He wouldn't dare let you touch another being that isn't him

Norman Bates

It honestly took him a really long time to believe that you were even real

He didn't think mermaids or sirens actually existed, so seeing you for the first time made him pinch himself to make sure this wasn't some weird dream

He also took a while to trust you since he didn't want to fall victim to your treacherous waters

But once he realized you were genuine, he dove straight in all at once

He visits you whenever he can for however long he can muster

Someone needs to run the motel, but God he wishes he could be with you 24/7

He's "jokingly" brought up the idea of you staying at the motel in a pool he could install for you

He just wants to keep an eye on you at all times

He constantly dreams of finding a way to make you human so you two can truly be together

Until you have two feet like him, it will never be enough

Billy Loomis

Doesn't tell a single soul about you

Not even Stu

And it's not because he's embarrassed or wants to see other people

He's honestly just scared that others will either think he's insane or try to capture you

Visits you every day and makes sure to pack his swim trunks so he can join you in the water

Constantly admires you and wants to run his hands along your scales

He just thinks you're all around incredible

But he has this hidden level of anger towards the situation

He wants to walk around town with you, show you off

He wants you to join him on his sprees so you can see just how powerful he can be

And he hates the idea of not having eyes on you at all times

He knows you kill anyone who isn't him, but he doesn't want you getting that close to anyone in general

He spends his nights studying ways to get you to live with him

He'll find a way to have you all to himself, even if it ends up being the death of him

Stu Macher

He actually first met you while you were seducing some poor soul to their death

And Stu was immediately enamored

He comes to see you whenever he can

He sometimes spends the weekend camping out along the shore just so he can spend more time with you

He thinks you're beautiful of course, but he can't help but fantasize what it would be like if you were human like him

You two come from very different worlds, but there's nothing that could keep you away from him

He likes to bring up the idea of mermaids and mythical creatures in casual conversations with people

How they react to it will determine whether they make his hit list

He likes to bring you jewelry and pretty objects from his victims, showing you items that you've never seen before

He talks about how one of these days, he's going to have a house built on the shore so he can be with you

And if you argue against it, he will shut down

The pent up frustration of not getting to sleep next to you every night makes his killings more brutal and his fantasies all the more darker

Vincent Sinclair

Every time he comes to see you, he brings a new portrait or wax figure of you that he made

You flood his dreams and his mind 24/7

He honestly thinks he's under some sort of spell

He doesn't mind that you aren't human like him

He's always felt very different from everyone else, so it's nice for him to have someone he relates to

But his jealousy constantly gets the better of him

Anytime you tell him of some poor soul you drowned, he can't help but feel his blood boil

Even if it ends in their death, he hates the idea of you flirting or seducing these people

The only one who should be receiving that attention is him

Barely sleeps at night

He has snuck to the shore countless time without your knowledge, just watching you and making sure your stories line up with what he observes

Is overall obsessed even more than you know

Bo Sinclair

If anyone saw you together, it would be enough to make them blush

The way you two can constantly flirt back and forth without any hesitation is otherworldly

You could have sworn he must have been a creature like you in a past life

He's so touchy when he's with you, not afraid to get his clothes wet in an effort to just be closer to you

He truly makes you feel accepted as you are and with where you live

But little do you know of his darker nature

He stalks the shore and kills off anyone that trespasses before you even have a chance to get to them

He doesn't need you looking at anyone but him

And he's already been renovating an old abandoned pool in Ambrose for you

You're going to finally be living with him like he's always wanted

You don't know this yet, but he's sure you'll be happy with the idea

It will be a great surprise

[toons-and-doom]

Okay now I’m just craving craft siblings angst😭

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EVIL I LOVE IT

Ask I may try to provide

So many ways you can go about it

Put under read for me a whole lot of angst + yapping + death mention + ichor / blood mention?… idk rather be safe than sorry

1. It’s clear from dialogue alone that scraps means a lot Goob. Let’s have scraps die! :D! The toons are running to reach the elevator. They are down to five seconds. Goob is in the elevator. Scraps is making the finale stretch towards the elevator. It’s clear she isn’t gonna make it. Desperate, goob uses his arms to grab scraps. He misses- wildly so. His arms return to him. The doors close before scraps can made it inside. At first there is silence. Then goob wails- he rarely ever cries-. But the elevator continues downward, not caring scraps is now alone on that floor with all those monsters, uncaring the two will likely never see eachother again. (Alternatively, the craft siblings were the only two left and now goob is TRUELY alone)

2. Based on Scrap’s dialogue, she feels some sort of protectiveness to goob. The two are extracting ichor machines and gathering research when one or both of them accidentally set off Twisted Rodger. It’s hard to get out of his line of sight with slowness- especially since both of them are on their last heart- but scraps manages to get out of sight, she reaches to grab Goob. She didn’t process the beam- she only processed the explosive of ichor that was once Goob. She is frozen. So many things are happening in her head at once. Most importantly, it’s that she failed she failed she failed she failed goob is dead and it’s all her fault

3. Goob is slowly turning into a twisted and it’s becoming increasingly dangerous to have goob around the other toons because he’s getting increasingly violent. But he will never hurt scrap. After a long discussion which goon was asleep for, it is concluded Goob needs to be left behind or else they will eventually all die. Scraps is left with the task of getting rid of Goob since she is the only one he will listen to. So she leads him off into a quiet, safe room. She tries to explain what has to happen as calmly as she can- her voice is horse. Goob… doesn’t understand at first, he’s scared, he doesn’t want to be alone! For a moment, he finds himself angry at the other toons… but that anger slowly fades. Acceptance comes over Goob. He understands. He knows the others are scared of him now and this is for the better. But it still hurts, he’s still scared- of what he’s becoming. They’re honestly both scared. But it’s not fair both of them die. I’d imagine the two share a good long cry and hug- maybe even scraps prepares a little crafted necklace for Goob to remember her by!! When it’s time to leave, Goob is still deeply hurt but he tries to be happy for the others for one nice goodbye- scraps is shaking. Part of her wants to run out of the elevator. A toons puts a hand on her shoulder, comforting her as the elevator shuts.

Several floors later… a twisted goob can be seen wandering about, a poorly constructed necklace around its neck.

4. Alternatively, scraps is slowly getting twisted but she knows what’s ultimately going to happen.so when the elavator opens she’s like ‘ you need to go ‘ and goob is all like ‘ not without you’ then the two get into a argument because scraps knows she won’t be able to hold herself back when she gets fully twisted about goob doesn’t want to leave her alone, which culminates in scraps accidentally lashing out and goob running off in fear- and thus never get a proper goodbye

5. On a lighter note, when scraps has nightmares about losing Goob she wakes up and goes looking for him. When she sees he’s still asleep she is relived and then goes to try and go back to sleep.

6. The two of them are twisted and see eachother. They want to go hug eachother but they can’t control their bodies anymore :3

That’s all I can think of at the moment :D!!!

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best friends with Johnny Knoxville...

not my gif

note: im so pissed why is this so short :/

...

request?: yes

contains: profanity, pretty sure thats it

masterlist

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• probably the most reckless duo on earth

• people get scared whenever the two of you are in a room together

the two of you are ALWAYS up to something. rather it be pranking each other or the crew, or having stupid ideas and going thru with them without thought. you guys are unpredictable.

• matching shoes omg

• or lil friendship necklaces (like the ones with half and half of a heart)

you guys have multiple friendships bracelets, necklaces, rings, ect, but, they break hella easy so you both have a bunch of half heart charms that read "best friends forever" laying around your houses

• get mistaken for a couple A LOT

once a rumor first started going around, you and Johnny were quick to shut it down. you both saw each other as siblings almost, so seeing rumors about the two of you dating kinda grossed both of you out

• probably end up hosting a show together

or a radio show. it was one of those 3 am ideas that the both of you took a lil too seriously.

• he brings you on set all the time

• but he won't let you do any of the stunts.

even when a stunt is in progress, he'd make sure that you were far away enough so you weren't in harms way. he says that "no one wants to watch a girl get hurt" because its "not funny".

• literal fights because of it

• having hotel room sleepovers

annoying the room service workers to death, prank calling people, leaving the room every other minute to go get ice (having an excuse to run down the halls), accidentally getting locked out, having to bother the room service workers even more.

• constantly calling each other names

like "bitch, whore, dumbass, idiot, stupid, moron" literally any insulting name you guys can think of, thats just the way you two talk to each other

• yelling at each other

yelling at each other so much that it sounds like an argument to everyone else around you, but to the both of you it sounds like you're having a regular every day conversation

• "talking shit" behind each other's backs (as jokes, you guys love each other to death)

like:

"Ugh, Knox is so fuckin' annoying, I wish he'd leave me alone"

"Then stop hanging out with him"

"No, he's my best friend, I'd never"

• taking his sunglasses

sometimes you take it without asking, sometimes he gives them to you because you complain about the sun being in your eyes, sometimes he gives them to you to hold while he does stunts. you two practically share sunglasses.

• late nights at corner stores

omg, going to get slushies, snacks, milkshakes. literally mini grocery shopping trips. once, you two got a little too carried away and ended up spending over 100 dollars on snacks. the workers hate you guys.

• him cutting your hair while you're sleeping

a bit thingy for jackass, instead of buzzing your hair, he took a pair of scissors and "gave you a trim". he left before you could wake up. so when you did wake up, you got out of bed to see a chunk of your hair and a pair of scissors on the nightstand.

• being menaces at hotels omg

running down the halls, ding dong ditch, prank calling other rooms, actually getting the police called once or twice, having races (one person takes the elevator and one person takes the steps to see who would get to the next floor first)

• if you guys sit next to each other, theres no way the two of you are gonna be quiet.

you guys are always joking about something, even if you aren't talking, you're doing something that makes the other person laugh, you guys got yelled at for doing it during an important meeting. now you're not allowed to sit next to each other during business meetings.

• secret handshakes

• like multiple

every other month, the two of you make up a new hand shake that'll only last about a week. you guys forget about them all the time 😭

• having a playlist of songs that the two of you constantly listen to

its always

"Hey, listen to this new song i like."

"HOLY FUCK, YOU LIKE THAT SONG TOO?"

and it becomes both of your favorite songs.

so you're practically sharing a music taste.

• ight thats all i got :)

[stcries]

10 facts about my characters,  accepting !

@allnostalgic​ wrote:  10 facts about rin !

1.  this one came to me first.  because rin grew up partially in australlia,  he has a fondness for nature.   this includes being out in the bush,  going on hikes,  or even just the smell of fresh grass or the saltiness of the ocean.   it’s very relaxing for him,  something that is a huge stress reliever for him.  sometimes,  if he gets stressed,  he’ll go for a walk by himself,  immersing himself in the wilderness away from other people for a short while.

2.  rin is a very heavy sleeper.   he puts his heart and soul into each and every day,  so by the end of it all,  he’s usually quite tired.   whilst he does tend to go to sleep pretty early,  he can quite easily fall into an incredibly deep sleep.   be warned if you try to wake him up,  as you may end up getting an elbow in your side via him doing it subconsciously.   he’s also not a morning person,  he stays sluggish for a long time in the morning before finally waking up properly.

3.  despite having a rough exterior around most people,  rin absolutely crumbles when it comes to romance.  this man couldn’t stop fumbling over his words if he tried,  and his face usually ends up the same colour or at least close to the same as his hair.   he’s awkward most of the time around both his crushes and his partners,  which may usually lead for them to take charge.

4.  he has a soft spot for almost all animals,  but specifically domesticated pets,  like cats and dogs.   this is because of his family’s cat,  steve,  as well as his australlian family’s pet dog,  winnie.   they have helped him through terrible points in his life,  which further raises his appreciation.   in the future,  he definitely gets a pet of his own,  but what it is has yet to be known.  in his free time,  he takes in and fosters strays.

5.  because of his friendship with sousuke,  rin has learned a few cooking skills from his friend.   whilst he is by no means a master chef,  he knows how to handle himself in the kitchen instead of sticking to microwavable foods.  he cooks most of his own meals,  mainly to keep his physique in top condition for his swimming career,  but he dabbles into junk food from time to time,  or if he’s had a rough day.

6.  this one’s a bit random,  but i can imagine rin with darker roots in his hair.  it’s not a drastic change,  but the roots of his hair is noticeably darker than the longer parts of his magenta locks.  this isn’t died,  it’s just his naturally occuring hair,  and it’s rather unexplainable.

7.  he ABSOLUTELY has pierced his ears before,  and still has them in.   they’re nothing more than simple black studs most of the time,  but he still loves them none the less.  he also never leaves the house without some form of jewelry on,  be it a watch,  bracelet,  necklace or something completely different.   he also frequently paints his nails.

8.  because of his difficulty making friends as a child,  rin tends to act more aggressive towards others in order to gain respect from them.  to him,  it still works,  because nobody seems to mess with him anymore,  but it also makes him less approachable because of his intimidating aura.  however,  if people take the time to get to know him,  he’s a huge sweetheart underneath that shell.

9.  has a habit of chewing on things because of his sharper teeth.  most of the time,  this includes things like pens and pencils.  he sometimes accidentally bites the inside of his mouth as well,  but he’s gotten used to it by now.  he used to be very insecure about his teeth when he was a child,  but has since embraced them.

10.  despite his rough exterior,  he does have a soft spot for cute things.  when he gets his friends presents or trinkets,  they usually include some kind of comical soft toy or figurine and other things of the same form.  and yes,  he absolutely has a plush toy shark that he’s kept since he was quite young,  and it’s a comfort item for him.  it’s a rather secretive thing for him,  and he actively hides it from those even most close to him,  not wanting to be seen as weak.

[kimmyluvg]

Rapunzel ~ Pt. 2

Summary: Y/N, an abandoned baby, was taken in by none other than the youngest Madrigal Triplet, Bruno… What would happen if the family found out her glowing hair?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Finale (6)

This will be take place during the events of the movie.

Pairings! Bruno x Daughter!F!Reader, Camilo x F!Reader

The first one who noticed Y/N’s disappearance was Camilo. He would find you to help comfort Mirabel, after her ceremony but he couldn’t find her anywhere.

He came to his mamá’s side to asked where you were or have she seen Y/N anywhere. Pepa’s breath hitched as she turned to her husband before carrying Camilo to her brother’s door. Just to find out that the light of it disappeared… “Mamá!” Felix said, calling out to his mother-in-law while he calms Pepa down. A cloud forms quickly on her head… That was the moment when Camilo found out that he lost his best friend and cousin…

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10 years have passed and Camilo couldn’t get this image of a little girl out of his head. He tried to focus on his chores but the shadow of that little girl with glowing hair was engraved into his mind. He wondered who was that little girl… What was she doing inside of his mind?

He hoped that sleeping it off would do the trick. He went to his bed that night and accidentally kicked his drawer with his foot. He groaned in pain, “Hermano? Are you alright?” Dolores, who is now 21 years old, asked her little brother due to her hearing his groan in pain, “I-I’m fine Dolores! Just stumbed my toe a b-bit!” Camilo said as footsteps of Dolores faded away from his door. He sat down on the bed as he rubbed the feet when he noticed a necklace on the ground. His eyebrows curled as he reaches for it and placed it on his palms. It was a golden sun necklace. He figured that his mamá would be the owner of this necklace but he decided to neglect that idea because she never wore necklaces as it scratches her neck and chest. He wondered if this was his, so he’ll ask his sister about this.

The next morning, Mirabel is usually waking up everyone while they do their chores. By the time the chores are done, the rest of the family gets ready for the youngest’s gift ceremony.

Usually, Camilo would help out with his shifting and all but he had his energy drained so he would just help with the smaller details… Like, “Camilo, we need another José.” His Abuela said as Camilo turned into José in just amount of seconds.

Now that his chore is done, he now got the chance to ask his sister about what he had discovered. He went to Dolores and ask her about what he find and pull it out of his pocket. Dolores silently gasped as she examined the necklace, “This… This was Y/N’s… She gave it to you when you were getting a gift.” Dolores said as she traced her fingers on the golden metal of the sun, “Y/N? I don’t remember someone named that…” Camilo said rubbing his head, “She was a friend of yours… You both were inseparable when you two were just kids.” Dolores said and Camilo smiled, “Then when can I see her again?” Camilo asked as Dolores’ smile turned upside down, “You can’t… ‘Milo, she left with our Tio 10 years ago.” Dolores said saying sorry to her brother for not telling the truth.

Meanwhile, behind that wall, a 15 year old girl was listening through that conversation. She gave out a small smile before going back to her place. She was living in the walls for 10 years with her adoptive father, “Y/N? Where have you been?” Bruno asked his daughter as she sighs, “I heard Dolores was calling… She gave us some of Camilo’s stash of arepas!” Y/N said with a low voice, trying not to alert the family outside. Bruno looked down and smile as he saw the bundle of arepas on her hands, “Alright, let’s get this on the shelf there.” Bruno said as Y/N helped her father put the arepas when Bruno accidentally cut himself, “Papá…” Y/N said as Bruno grunt in pain.

Y/N quickly wrapped her long hair around the cut and began to sing her healing song. In a matter of seconds, it was back to normal, no cuts or anything. “Thank you, hija.” Bruno said patting Y/N’s head. The girl giggled as she sat down and began to play with the rats. Bruno began to think about telling Y/N that she is adopted but he wouldn’t want his relationship with his daughter to fade… So he let it be…

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That night, Y/N and Bruno sneaked out of the painting and to the balcony of the second floor, without being seen by any of the family members. Bruno and her took a peak on Antonio and found that he is scared to walk towards his door.

Y/N eyes stare at the little boy before he reaches his hand towards Mirabel, who is now much more older now. Mirabel joins him as they go up the stairs, “It’s just like 10 years ago…” She said recalling the moment Mirabel touches the candle and the handle but the door disappeared. But this time, the door glow bright.

Animals was then came beside Antonio as the door glow with his face and animals by his side, “We have a new gift!” Abuela says as the crowd cheered, Bruno and Y/N sighed in relief before proceeding down to the kitchen, “Free food.” Y/N said as she get to Camilo’s secret stash of arepas that Dolores showed her.

But soon it was to be interrupted because of hearing cracks. Y/N’s eyes widen, then dragged Bruno to the butterfly windows then saw a terrified Mirabel and cracks all over the walls. Mirabel went inside of Antonio’s room, to warn everyone, “Y/N, heal Casita.” Bruno said as the girl hurriedly placed a handful of hair then pressed it on the cracks then began to sing a siren song.

Inside of Antonio’s room, Camilo heard an angelic siren song. Dolores hears it too and immediately covers the door so that Camilo wouldn’t go out. “Dolores, let me out.” Camilo bluntly said to his older sister, which made her say no. Camilo then shapeshifted into a kid and quickly went passed her.

He went out and saw no more cracks but a girl around his age with incredibly long hair. Y/N then placed her hair in a bun before looking around if anyone sees. She turned to the second floor and there was Camilo, staring at her. Her breath hitched as her eyes stare at his muddy green ones before leaving towards the dark and to the other stairs, “Hey, wait!” Camilo shouted as he immediately ran off towards her. Y/N ran towards the back stairs and went inside of the painting. As soon as Camilo went up the stairs… Y/N was gone. His chest puffed the released at the reality on his face. ‘Who was that girl?!’ Camilo thought as he heard the family coming out of Antonio’s room. Y/N, on the other hand, was almost out of breath… She couldn’t believed that someone saw her… Did he saw her use her gift?! Maybe not… But one thibg in her mind was Camilo’s eyes… They were, leading her into an abyss that she would love to draw in.. Wait, love?

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Taglists: @dai-tsukki-desu, @hiroyuki27, @deeznutsriki, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx

[elysianslove]

Hey, hey, hey I just saw your post of hc boys having a beautiful s/o with dimples and I loved it, so can I please request one with Suna, Ushijima, Kuroo Please, you can ignore this if you want Bye!!

i didn’t expect people to love those headcanons so much but i’m glad!!! i hope you like these <3

i’ve written these same headcanons for other haikyuu boys too: you can find them in my masterlist! 

suna rinatarō

part 2 of it’s illegal to look at you two cause you’re both just that pretty

suna is painfully aware of how beautiful you are, and suna is incredibly smug about it, to the point that it’s almost annoying

you’re always being posted on his stories and on his instagram. he likes to show you off, absolutely, but he also loves to rub it in people’s faces lmfao. he’ll take any and all types of pictures, ones of you alone with the sunset highlighting your face, you across the table from him on a date, some ramen halfway through your mouth, a selfie of the two of you where his hand’s resting around your throat 

you can’t convince me suna doesn’t know how to do makeup. at the very least, eyeliner. he will put it on you, just to have fun, cup your chin in his hand when he’s done and say some shit like, “ain’t my baby pretty?” that’ll have your stomach reeling cause wtf you can’t just!!! say something like that!!! with an expression like that!!! 

nine times out of ten he’s the one flustering you, especially when you dress up and go all out for him. 

but it’s actually when you’re most casual that his breath’s like completely stolen from him. he doesn’t know why but seeing your natural hair a little messy, barefaced aside cherry chapstick on your lips and your cheeks naturally red, your clothes completely casual, either some sweatpants or jeans and a sweatshirt, or if you’re a girl, some tennis skirt or sundress you found in your closet. it’s not that it looks like you put in no effort. it’s more that you don’t need to put in any effort and yet, here you are, looking absolutely breathtaking 

listen, like i said, suna knows you’re beautiful. he’s aware that you’re pretty, you really don’t have to tell him. he can look at your face all day. but it just really, really ticks him off when people say it to him like he doesn’t know. his love language isn’t very explicit or loud, so to an outsider, he seems unaffectionate, but that really isn’t the case. 

he hates when people assume he’s taking you for granted, because really, there’s nothing he appreciates more, nothing he’s more thankful for, nothing he loves more, than you. 

i like to think suna thinks he knows everything about you, he’s so laid back and confident in himself and then he sees you smile so brightly once and he’s like what the hell hold up??? you have dimples???? and then he repeatedly makes you smile till your cheeks hurt, and he’ll be giggling stupidly while poking at them omg

probably tells you to pierce them at some point honestly 

but he adores them so much and whenever he sees you smile really brightly he kinda sighs dreamily and his shoulders sag a little and he smiles ever the slightest he is head over heels with you on god 

ushijima wakatoshi 

ushijima considers you being beautiful not an opinion, but a straight up fact. like he will argue with anyone to the death that disagrees. he’ll just be like 😐are u blind tf 

i don’t think he’s possessive about it, honestly. if anything, he’s sort of really proud at how everyone is so infatuated with you. not for himself and for scoring you, but genuinely he’s happy for you, for getting all this appreciation 

that being said, he is insanely protective over you. yeah he likes that people always have to do a double take when looking at you cause woah! but don’t look for too long. he knows it tends to make you uncomfortable, and it makes him uncomfortable too. 

he has you as his lockscreen and he always smiles so lovingly when he reaches for his phone. don’t ask him to check the time on his phone he will get sidetracked and end up staring at his s/o’s photo for far too long. 

he also really loves complimenting you, and one of his nicknames for you is literally “beautiful.” 

omg he’ll be waiting for you, sitting on your bed, as you change into an outfit for your date with him and when you come out he looks up and just smiles and gives you a thumbs up, and says, “perfect, as always, my love.” oh my god. 

and whenever you two are alone ushijima turns 100% softer, like he genuinely just melts with you, especially when you’re cuddling him in bed and he’s just trapping you in his arms. that’s when he admires you most, with his face so close to yours. he loves to just trace your features, kissing your lips, whispering against them how he’s so lucky and you’re so pretty

it’s at a moment like that one that he notices your dimples for the first time. he’s just admiring you up-close and he accidentally tickles you so you laugh and squirm and his eyes go wide, and he looks in awe, and in the softest voice ever as he traces at the indentations, “that’s so cute.” like his voice is so low and so soft and he sounds so in love because he is so in love 

his new wallpaper is now you, but smiling brightly enough that your dimples show 

kuroo tetsurō

i stand by the statement that kuroo is an absolute dork around his crush. will probably embarrass himself multiple times in front of you. and the fact that you’re as beautiful as you are? it makes it ten times worse. like your eyes. why are they so pretty. what are words. why isn’t his brain working

okay but as your boyfriend, he��s so annoying. greets you every morning in the loudest voice ever, “how is my most beautiful, most gorgeous, most favorite person ever doing on this fine morning!” 

pick up lines. always. never ending. he sends them to you on text, instead of a cute good morning text like normal boyfriends would do. so you wake up and instead of seeing “good morning beautiful 💖” you see “are you a parking ticket? cause you’ve got fine written all over you” like kuroo baby that is so overused 

he still does it though 

also posts you just as much as suna but they’re all really chaotic pictures. things like him taking a photo in the dark with the flash on, his entire hand just covering your face, or he’ll take a picture of you as you’re choking on some food and probably make a sex joke out of it on his snapchat too. or just a picture of you sleeping really peacefully on his chest but in the frame you can also see a marker uncapped, and everybody’s comments are always like “kuroo no!” but he’s always like “too late rip”

he might not seem like it, but he is possessive. like he seems really laidback, and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, or that he doesn’t think you can handle yourself either, because neither are true. it’s more that he doesn’t trust other people, especially because he knows how beautiful you are and how even if he’s with you people come up and shamelessly ask for you number. it’s why he’s as possessive as he is. he’s definitely gotten you a necklace with his initials on it at some point too

kuroo is always making you laugh, so him discovering you have dimples comes pretty early on. when he made you laugh hard enough that your dimples appeared, he just chuckled to himself, grabbed your face and squished it and in a higher pitched voice went “so cute!” 

now every time they appear he does that. he has to grab your face, and a lot of the times, he kisses your cheek too. not a light peck, nah, a big, wet smooch like mwah baby couldn’t resist hehe

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Hi how are you doing? Can I request Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki, Gojo and Nanami ( if it's too much you can reduce to whatever boys you prefer ) reacting to their ( gender-neutral or a female ) s/o's cursed techniques similar to magical girl. Like they need to transform, their attack are very cutesy, and etc. Sorry and it's okay if you can't do it or my request is confusing.

A/N: Sure! This one was kinda challenging to write since I haven't watched any magical girl anime for so long and it was hard to describe how will they transform. But, I hope you enjoy and like this one! <33 Cheers to my first request!!!

Here are the JJK boys reacting to their S/O who has a cursed technique similar to a magical girl:

Itadori Yuji

Oh, this boy was in awe, I swear. He literally had heart eyes when he first saw your technique. He stood there, frozen, as he watched you transform into like a goddess he usually sees in fantasy comics and anime he watches. The necklace you have is the one that activates your technique. After he blinked, you were already in this pretty ballerina form and you were glowing like a real goddess. You approached the cursed spirit as fast as you could so you could get momentum. You channeled your cursed energy into your right foot and kicked the cursed spirit, causing it to fly away due to the heavy impact of both your cursed energy and the technique. And, when you blew a kiss to that grade 1 cursed spirit, bubbles were sent throughout the area. Yuji gasped in admiration for you. He thought, “How could someone as cute as Y/N be this strong?” as your bubbles trapped the grade 1 cursed spirit. Yuji forgot that you guys were fighting two grade 1 cursed spirits. And, the one he was supposed to beat attacked him from behind. He had let his guard down and was on the defense side as he was avoiding the cursed spirit’s attack. But, he was still checking out on you, and he pouted thinking how that costume is actually not fit for fighting. Sukuna had to eventually wake Yuji up from his daydream. “Brat! Stop looking at your girl’s ass and focus. If you die, I die.” But, when he was about to finish that cursed spirit off, you already did the work for him. He was trying to cheer you up since your technique wears off the energy in your body. So, you were immediately exhausted after that fight. On the train, as you were sleeping on his shoulder, he took your hand and compared it to his. He caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. He whispered to you, “Oh, Y/N, your technique made me realized I should be more protective around you. You’re still fragile, but I’ll be here for you every step of the way.” And Sukuna had to interrupt his moment and laughed, “Brat, it’s a matter of time until that girl surpasses you. She’s hot and will become stronger. Ha! Never seen that technique in my years. So, watch out for your girl.” Yuji had to slap the side of his face to make him shut up. Every now and then, when you two have a mission, he secretly wishes you’ll activate your technique. But, you learned your lesson not to since he gets distracted.

Fushiguro Megumi

You were aware that Megumi wanted to see you transform and use your technique when you heard Nobara talk about how cool you looked. So, that’s why on your mission, he asked if you could bring your sword since you two will be fighting plenty of low-grade cursed spirits. He said he wanted to finish the mission as soon as he could, but he just wanted to see what Nobara saw. When you two got to the place, you two were not aware that a grade 1 cursed spirit would be here. He released his Nue to fend off the lower grade cursed spirits. You knew you two were in trouble, that’s why, you did the stance to activate your technique, your katana in front of your face as you held it tightly, and a strong wind blew throughout the area causing the grade 1 cursed spirit to be pushed back a little. As soon as Megumi’s attention turned to you, his eyes widened to see you with wings, and your skirt became shorter. You knew where he was looking, and this boy forgot about the shikigami he released. He wants this to be finished now, so you did it for him. You ran to the cursed spirit, and with your katana bursting with cursed energy alongside the wind you collected, you easily took off the cursed spirit’s head, causing it to disintegrate into thin air. When you came down from the air, you didn’t know what was going on in his head. “An angel.” You gulped as you heard those words from him. He didn’t realize that he said his thoughts out loud, so he felt kind of shy at the moment. It was loud enough for you to hear, causing you to blush. You helped him get up from the ground and he wiped off his butt. “Thank you for saving me, Y/N. I-I was distracted.” He shyly looked away from you, as a blush crept on his face. “Come on, I’ve been wanting to take you out on a date that’s why I wanted to finish this quickly.” All of a sudden, he grabbed your hand as you started to walk off. He’s a man of few words and wasn’t a fan of PDA. But, he’s been like this ever since he saw your technique. He told you that he was both terrified and in love with you. And, that’s probably one of the best compliments you’ve gotten from him so far.

Inumaki Toge

He was assigned to accompany you on your promotion mission. He knew about the technique you have, which is why you were recommended by Mei-Mei to become a grade 2 sorcerer. He wished you good luck by giving you a thumbs up and a light pat on the head. It was his way of telling you that he’ll be looking out for you in case you struggle. The cursed spirit was fast, and you could feel its bloodlust. You didn’t hesitate to activate your technique. It was rushing towards you, so you immediately took out the device you use in order to activate my technique. You imbued the device with a fair amount of cursed energy, enough to defeat this cursed spirit. It was taking its time to activate, and you caught a glimpse of Inumaki unzipping the zipper that covered his mouth. But, you wanted to prove to him that you’re worthy to be a grade 2 sorcerer. And, right in time, the device sent a blinding light causing both Inumaki and the cursed spirit to flinch. You were transformed with fairy wings, and a sparkly dress. He accidentally said, “Wow.” and he was caught off guard. Your eyes widened in surprise to hear him use his voice not for techniques or for his safe words. He alerted you and screamed, “Behind you!” You pointed the light to the cursed spirit, red lights in the form of little hearts came out. The light pierced the cursed spirit’s body with small holes. To finish it off, you slowly flapped your wings to send off beautiful but poisonous dust. And, the cursed energy within you bursts even more as the cursed spirit still wouldn’t die. When you eventually finished it off, you fell to the ground, breathless. You’ve never wasted your cursed energy that much before. It’s just that a part of you wanted to prove to your boyfriend that you can be relied on. He ran towards you and cupped your face. Using his free hand, he did a sign language which translated into You did really well, Y/N. I’m proud of you, remember that. You’re so strong and beautiful. I love you. Tears almost fell out of your eyes as he appreciated you. You hugged him and he hugged you back even tighter. He noticed that your wings were starting to fade and accidentally spoke again and said, “No!” He adorably pouted at you, and you comforted him. “You really liked my technique, huh? Even if I wanted to show you, it might hurt you.” He did another sign language which translated to You were so cute. I just want to wrap you in my arms. You smiled so widely and stood up. You helped him get up, “Then let’s go back and cuddle.” He has never been that excited before.

Gojo Satoru

He was being a little bit of an asshole to you when he found out about your technique. Being born from a family of sorcerers, who secluded themselves from the jujutsu world, he instantly fell in love with you when you two first met. And he was the first one outside of your family to know of your technique. But, the two of you are in for a mission, well it was a solo mission for you, but he tagged along just to see you use your technique over and over again. There have been numerous grade 3 and 4 cursed spirits running around. When you two arrived at the place, you were both shocked to see almost 50 of them, who varied in size, speed, and strength. You were a little scared, and when you were about to back down, Gojo held your back to stop you from going backward and said, “Show me that technique as beautiful as you.” You don’t know what he did to you, but you immediately obeyed. That’s when he stepped back and put his hands in his pocket. He even sat down and had his chin resting on his palm as he watched you. It’s always fun for him to see you and your technique, it was like a show. You snapped your fingers two times to make you transform. Darkness started to envelop the sky, and you knew so well that Gojo is smirking as he will see you in a cute short skirt, and a golden corset. When the darkness faded, you raised your hand like you were pointing a gun in the sky. That’s when you sent lightning on every cursed spirit there was, and electrocuted them. He started to activate his infinity so your lightning wouldn't affect him. His jaw dropped (the picture is the reference) as he stared at you and watched the cursed spirit struggle from your lightning. This is always a pleasant sight for Gojo to watch. There were no people other than him who pointed their hands like a gun to use their technique. It fascinates him and makes him love you even more. It ended sooner than you expected. You were about to remove your technique and Gojo stopped you. “No can do, baby girl. You finished your mission in the blink of an eye, and I haven’t fully enjoyed you in this cute get-up.” He whined as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “You’re always so cool to watch.” He complimented you. It was rare to hear that coming from the "Strongest". But, with you he will shower you with every compliment there is in the world. The reason for that is to see you smile, and well, to persuade you to use your technique later so he could fanboy on his own girlfriend.

Nanami Kento

He was always calm and collected, but he couldn't stop thinking about the first time he saw you use your technique. When you transformed into somewhat of a cat, with cat ears and tail, and you were sparkling like the stars. He thought that you were the cutest human being there is to exist. That technique gives you speed and great mobility. Your nails become like claws and it can rip apart a cursed spirit in an instant. Like Yuji, he was in awe but was still aware of other lower grade cursed spirits lingering around the vicinity. He killed all the cursed spirits so easily just to check if you were still in your cat form. Lucky for him, he saw you scratched the grade 2 cursed spirit from its head all the way to its feet. You perfectly controlled your cursed energy, and the big cursed spirit was killed in an instant. He thought, "Y/N's so cute but that technique's dangerous." He noticed that you were limping a little bit, but that was when you sprained your ankle from jumping too high. He thought it was a casualty from your technique, and that made him worry about you. "Next time don't use your technique, love. It hurts you." He said with his tone filled with worry for you. You laughed at him and replied, "Kento, I jumped too high and landed badly. So, it was my fault, not my technique." He fixed his glasses as he looked away from you. He was trying to hide as you noticed that he blushed a little. "I see. Then, can you use that again so I can see?" He shyly asked and that made you laugh even more. "And why do you want to see it?" You mischievously smiled at him as you crossed your arms. "Because it was cute. But, you're beautiful even in your human form." He flatly answered, but the blush on his face didn't fade. "You're cute when you're flustered like this." You spent the night teasing him about what happened. And, starting from that day, he always argues with Gojo to have him go with you on your mission. He just makes the "It's too dangerous for her" excuse. But, Gojo knows how cute you really are when using that technique, and Kento's just being a protective boyfriend. Up to this day, he won’t admit how he falls in love with you, even more, when he sees you transform.

[shanitani]

Hi! May I ask Todoroki accidentally forgetting his S/O's birthday, angst time until his S/O accept his apologies and he decided to spoil them (even tho their S/O does not want him to spend so much money on them... He still don't care lol) thanks! ♥️

contains : shoto x fem reader

includes: angst -> fluff

a: hi babe, ngl this made me get a bit sad bc I feel like he would Lowkey forget ur birthday but not to this extent yk like probably for the first hour of the day- anyways I’m rambling .. here you go <3 

Feeling the crisp morning air hit your face, you smiled before even opening your eyes. Snuggled in what felt like your boyfriend, was in actuality just your throw blanket. You looked around for a sudden moment, stuck in the back of your mind that maybe, just maybe he forgot your birthday. 

‘Maybe he’s just cooking breakfast’ You shook away your thoughts stretching out of bed to smell nothing. To see nothing but a flimsy note on the kitchen counter in scribbled drawn out writing “Had something come up at the agency, be back later - shoto”

You couldn’t say that you weren’t mad or that you didn’t feel a slight pull at your heartstrings, but Shoto was like this - he doesn’t show emotions well with language, more so physical touch. And, you knew what you were getting yourself into dating a pro hero. He let you know before hand how much he had to be gone no matter the instance, and you still stuck with him because he was one of a kind that you couldn’t just let pass up - that’s what made Shoto instantly fall in love with you.

So, you stuck to your promise of unconditional love no matter if he was wrapped in your arms, or messily throwing things in a suitcase to fly out for a emergency mission. You just wished the universe had been a little nice to you today, or at the least gotten an happy birthday at the end of the note.

Despite not being with your boyfriend, Mina had instantly hit you up asking to hang out at the bar later. So instead of sulking, you spent your afternoon with Mina - waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home.

The afternoon passed, and he still wasn’t home. dropping you a quick message saying, “taking longer than expected, be home later tonight - don’t wait up.” don’t wait up.. was he forreal? or was this just he serious? you thought over and over again taking off the heels you were supposed to wear with Shoto to your birthday dinner.

You wanted to cry, but you didn’t. “Not on your birthday Y/N” you spoke out loud trying to surpass the tears fighting to come out. Instead, jumping in the shower to clear your mind from it all and sitting down on the couch and watch movies to pass the time. 

Hours clicked by, 10pm it stated on the clock. Your birthday was over, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, tears fought angrily to come out - and you couldn’t do anything but let them force their way out. You choked out a sob on the couch, feeling hopeless and letting your mind get the best of you.

Was he seeing another woman? did he forget? does he even love me anymore? I wouldn’t blame him... Am I not good enough?

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“Yeah thanks for helping me with the Mission today, I know it was last minute.” Midoriya nervously smiled rubbing the back of his neck before the bi colored boy shrugged picking up the last of his belongings. “Sorry again, I really do owe you.” the two boys walked out of the agency about to part ways as Todoroki stood confused at why Midoriya felt so sorry this week - this was usual for him to have to leave last minute.

“What for? this is what I signed up for.” Todoroki began to open his car door, shuffling his hair back into place, “Well I tried Bakugo and Kirishima but they had their own mission to fufill, and Denki wasn’t suited right for this job. Didn’t want to call you on your girlfriends birthday y’know? seemed rude.” Todoroki stopped in his tracks, trying to calculate what day it was. He fumbled with his phone trying to see the date, It can’t be today... its not, Midoriya’s just tired.. right? he silently prayed Midoriya was wrong - until he wasn’t.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve gotta go Midoriya okay?” The boy didn’t wait for response from the green haired boy, rushing home. ‘How can I be so fucking stupid’ he banged on the steering wheel, pushing on the gas pedal harder as he finally got to the shared apartment.

He opened the door, cringing at the bright heels he’s never seen before laying nicely by the door. Shoto rubbed his eyes with his hands - looking at the phone one more time. 11pm. the apartment was pitch black, slightly smelling like food you had previously cooked for you and your husband - that’s when guilt finally started to rush through his body, but he needed to see you - he couldn’t just not say anything.

He walked slowly through the living room door, hesitant on opening it and seeing a furious you. In the back of his mind he hoped you wouldn’t be so mad at him for this happening, but he knew the chances were slim. He opened the door only seeing more pitch black and static on the TV screen, his eyes softened to see you tugged closely onto the couch pillow. 

He inched closer to you finally taking in your looks, you had a black silk dress that slightly rose up from you sleeping, you hair was a mess - frizzy at the top. And he could tell you’ve been crying, seeing your puffed out cheeks and calmer state. He felt terrible, trying to find out how to face you. All you’ve ever done for him was be supportive, and he couldn’t even take a day off from his hectic life to spend time with the person he loves the most. 

Without thinking, he woke you up, inching you awake slowly to see you wake up in discomfort before looking at him. He smiled at you, teary eyed - but you couldn’t quite figure out why until it hit you that it was still the same day. “Hi baby, wake up we’re going somewhere.” “huh” you rubbed your eyes, feeling Shoto tug your arm up and into his arms

He leaned to your ear, whispering a small ‘i’m sorry, let me make it up to you.’ and before you could answer he opened the door, motioning you to come outside. You complied; seeing his emotional face look at you made your heart melt. He pulled you into the car, putting his hand on your thigh and starting the car. putting the radio on for background music there was a comfortable silence in the air. 

You finally pulled into a driveway, the highest level that looked over the Japan city that you liked so much. He pulled you out urging you to come to the edge and breathe. He knew that after small breakdowns you would usually come out here to get your mind off things, so he thought this was the perfect place to bring you - at least just for tonight.

His head hung low trying to figure out the words to say to you, he didn’t know how to apologize, and he wouldn’t be surprised nor mad if you wouldn’t accept it. “I’m sorry. I’m a bad boyfriend.” he croaked out, with damp cheeks attempting to look into your eyes, he grabbed your hands subcontiously to stop his rapid heartbeat. You smiled at him, taking his head and putting it into your chest like he always liked. 

“It’s alright baby, you’re an amazing boyfriend. always will be my hero.” you hummed stroking his hair softly. you didn’t care about the date or the gifts, you cared about his presence, and it was before 12am. So technically, you got what you’ve wanted.

“It’s not, and i’ll try harder to be with you more.” he looked into your eyes finally, cupping your cheek. You smiled, “best birthday ever.” you smiled, kissing his lips that you’ve longed for all day. He was scared to at first, but soon drowned into your mouth - comfortable with your taste. You pulled back, fully relaxed and content, “baby?” he hummed in response. “You still didn’t say happy birthday to me.” you teased grinning as he playfully pushed you away from him only to bring you back into his chest closer, “happy birthday sweetheart.”

BONUS BECAUSE I NEED TO:

You awoken to the smell of pancakes and bacon, the sun shining warmly on your face making you sit up. You were awoken to food, presents, and a beautiful card placed on the left of your bed. Standing over you was your boyfriend, with messy hair and sweatpants that sat nicely in the middle of his V line making your cheeks heat - he never failed to look so adorable. 

“Good morning beautiful” he kissed your cheek, sitting on the edge of the bed near you, “Close your eyes.” you complied, feeling a small thin cold object grave over your neck, “Open.” you opened your eyes to see his phone handed to you to look at the object, it was a small gold necklace engraved to say “Todoroki” you smiled finding his eyes at yours, leaning in to kiss the boy.

“You’re already gonna have my last name, so for now this will do until I put a ring on that finger.” your cheeks grew incredibly hotter, “Thank you so much baby, it’s adorable.” you grinned placing down his phone and suffocating him once more in an endless amount of kisses to his face.

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it’s not a surprise to find mark’s arms around you almost every morning. after a few dates, you’d end up in his bed and waking up next to him. there’s not sex yet and even though you both were so horny, you decided it’s the best choice.

maybe it’s because you wanted to be sure about your feelings towards mark and that it’s not only physical. and it wasn’t.  

everytime you would wake up and see him peacefully sleeping, your heart would jump and melt right there. you like mark and your feelings for him grow more and more each day. and jisung’s ‘look at the signs, dumbass!” wouldn’t leave your mind.

mark's bed is much more warmer and comfortable than yours, you think. maybe it's because of his mere presence in it with you that makes you feel that way, you can't really tell. what you definitely know for sure is what a sucker you are for him.

you roll on the bed carefully to not to wake him up and rest your chin on his chest. mark scrunches his nose without waking up and takes a deep breath. you slightly tilt your head and smile. he’s so cute.

“look at the signs, dumbass!”

you find yourself frequently thinking back to your last interaction or plan your next date. you want to tell him about your experiences every day: the great, the awful, and the ordinary.

if he's having a hard time, you worry about it and brainstorm ways to help.

when you see him, you notice your tension relaxes, in much the same way as it does when you return home after a long day. you feel so safe with him.

you don't care much about what you do together, simply that you are together. and you love being around mark.

and the way your body reacted when you saw him talking to yves the other day. it was jealousy and although you didn't want to admit it in front of him, you were furious. you want her away from him.

you frown.

you just realise you’re in love with mark.

oh shit.

“you know it’s rude to stare, right babe?” mark's deep, sleepy voice interrupts your thoughts.

you roll your eyes and this time rest your head on his chest. “i wasn’t staring.”

mark smiles and he puts his hand in your loose hair, playing with it. “then what were you thinking?”

“i was thinking about what we could have for breakfast since your fridge is empty,” you reply, nonchalantly.

mark giggles. “you can always have me for breakfast, babe.”

“and i’d still be hungry,” you joke.

mark slightly pulls you by your hair, your face reaching his. you moan and mark smirks. “why are you moaning, baby? thought you said i wouldn't be enough breakfast for you.”

you laugh as you straddle him. “i’m joking, but you didn’t feed me last night.” you pout.

“my poor babe,” he grips at your hips. “what do you want to eat?”

“well, aside from your dick, maybe some waffles?” you smile as you move in circles on his clothed dick.

mark clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on your hips, preventing you from moving. “don’t tease, y/n. you have me sex deprived for almsot 3 weeks now.”

“maybe i’m reconsidering it now,” you lean forward, teasing his lips.

mark sighs. “if this is another of your sick games i swear to god, i will r-”

you shut mark kissing him deeply on the lips before you move your way down to his neck, biting it showing no mercy. mark hisses and in a sudden move, he’s hovering over your body wrapping his hand firmly around your throat in a tight grip as his other hand moves down your back landing on your ass and squeezing with a slight force. you bite your lip

"you're so mean, babe. i have to do something about it," he tells you in a firm and commanding tone. you just nod your head up and down, running your hands through his blonde locks. you don't hesitate and tug at his hair.

he hums and supports himself on the palms of his hands, looking down at you. you look at him smiling. “something’s wrong, lee?”

he sighs, shaking his head. it turns him so much when you call him by his last name.

he wastes no time ripping off your sleeping shirt -his- and then pants. you are down now to your black thong. "you're so feisty this morning, lee," you moan.

mark leans down and hisses into your ear "you won't be getting breakfast anytime soon, beautiful." his fingers find the hem of your thong and takes it off, throwing it to the edge of the bed.

"i was hoping you'd say that," you lift your hips to make some friction with his already hardened cock.

mark sits on his knees in front of you and takes off his shirt along with his sweatpants, fumbling with his black boxers underneath, bringing his hard cock out to start stroking it. his eyes never leaving your eyes while doing so. you lick your lips.

“let me suck you off,” you tell him.

“it’s all yours, gorgeous.” mark rests his back on the headboard and you place yourself between his legs.

you give the head a soft lick before licking a stripe from the base to the tip. you carefully take mark into your mouth, your eyes meeting his.

you bring your hands up and wrap them around the skin and repeat the movements he had been doing earlier while you begin bobbing your head up and down his length.

"ah shit, just like that.." mark throws his head back as his hands find your hair locks and bring them out of your face and hold it like a ponytail to make the task at hand easier for you to perform.

you take him in deeper and mark bucks his hips upward accidentally, and you gag around him.

"fuck, i'm sorry," mark groans, pulling you towards him so he can wipe the spit away from your mouth before kissing you deeply.

"i was doing okay," you murmur against his lips.

"yes, but i want to cum inside of you," he kisses you. "sit on my dick. ride me."

you nod and straddle him again. you take his dick with your hand and you line it down your entrance and slowly sink on it. you both moan and mark grips at your hips.

you are grinding down onto his dick just for any amount of friction. soon after you have just started to get a rhythm going, mark holds you still by the hips. mark moans when you begin fucking up into him, using the hold he has on your hips to pull you down with each thrust.

you're bouncing on his dick releasing small moans under your breath as your thighs begin to feel heavy. mark thinks he can't love the view more. it's amazingly beautiful. he cups your bouncing tits as you throw your head back, biting your lip.

mark lifts his body a bit and pulls you for a kiss, this time thrusting into you and you whine. "take over."

mark hovers your body again and in no time, he buries himself on you and starts to slowly thrust into you. you moan closing your eyes. then he starts pounding into you harder while his hands hold yours above your head as his silver necklace dangle to every pound in you.

you can hear him groaning and panting in every pound and he can tell you’re close. you moan his name when he rubs your clit with his thumb. “oh m-my g-“ you whimper, arching your back. “it feels so good, mark... fuck.”

“you like it when i pound you like this?” his voice goes deeper as he pounds into you. your skin clapping.

“y-yes,” you whine.

mark slows down his pace and you whine, almost groaning. his thrusts are slow and you can feel his heavy breath on your neck. he's torturing you.

"mark!"

he hums, kissing your neck keeping the same pace in his thrusts. "mark, please," you beg him.

"please what, baby?" mark nips at your lip.

"make me cum," you cry.

mark smirks as he looks at you, slowly thrusting into you, you wrap your legs around his waist and when you're about to protest, he starts pounding into you harder. he grips your hips tightly as he drives into you with vigor and pure lust.

you grip at his shoulders as you rock with each thrust he performs, both of you filling the four walls of his bedroom with loud moans and the sound of your skin slapping against his in absolute heat.

mark increases the speed of his thrusts and in no time you cum, crying out how much you love him, over and over again. "fuck fuck fuck. i love you, mark... ah-fuck."

mark cums, burying his face in your neck, making sounds that are music to your ears, the muscles of his ass clenching with each rapid thrust he delivers to you.

when you ride out your orgasm, mark withdraws himself from top of you, laying on his back. you both are panting.

"say it again," mark says, panting.

"what?" you turn your face to him, confused.

“say that you love me,” he looks at you.

you can’t deny it anymore. you adore him. you love him. you love mark.

“i love you.” you kiss him and he wraps his arms around you. “i love you.” you repeat.

mark smiles and cups your face kissing you. “i love you.”

that same night, you invite mark to stay over for dinner so you can officially introduce him as your boyfriend to your brothers.

mark nervously runs his fingers through his long hair and sighs. jisung frowns and cocks an eyebrow at him. "why are you nervous? you've been literally banging her since i met you."

you choke on your drink and johnny burst out laughing, placing a hand on his chest. "oh my god. i did raise this kid well."

mark wants to die. he can feel the sweat on his back and his forehead. jisung is right, why is he so damn nervous?

you want to die as well, but all of a sudden, you start to laugh uncontrollably. you look over at mark and not only is he super beet red, he has a horrified look on his face. that makes you laugh even harder. you can’t get over how cute he looks.

mark shakes his head and covers half his face with his hand. johnny and jisung join you in laughing. "dude! we're joking!" jisung laughs. "are you okay?"

"mark fucking lee blushing?" johnny whistles. "this is new, man."

"ah, i can now see where all the maliciousness  comes from," mark murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“leave him alone, you idiots,” you laugh, sitting on mark’s lap.

“is it too late to break up?” mark looks at you.

you slowly nod. “yeah. you’re stuck here for life.”

“ma’am, you need to file for divorce first,” johnny reminds you.

mark rests one of his hands on your back as you sigh. “no pressure, babe.” he kisses your temple.

jisung and johnny look at each other repeating an “aw.” you roll your eyes and mark laughs. “well, you now know my boyfriend, you can leave.” you tell your brothers.

“this is our house too,” johnny frowns.

“i was watching tv before you two arrived,” jisung looks at you.

“alright, then we’re gonna start making out here,” you shrug and you kiss mark.

johnny and jisung roll their eyes. “dude, we’ve heard you having sex. this won’t scare us.” johnny waves you off.

“go to your bedroom?” jisung shakes his head.

mark chuckles and kisses your check. “i would love to stay, but i have to go.”

“see? you’re already scared him off because of your horniness,” johnny shakes his head in disapproval.

“eat my dick, johnny,” you show him your middle finger.

“rude,” johnny places a hand on his chest and looks at mark. “you sure about wanting to date her?”

mark twists his lips and looks at you. “not quite sure.”

“hey!” you slightly slap his shoulder.

“he’s being mean, which means he’s becoming part of this family,” jisung sighs.

mark smirks. “you all are so lucky to have me.”

“yeah yeah,” you get up from his lap. “you can go now.”

mark stands up from the couch and pulls you for a kiss, jisung and johnny rolling their eyes again.

“text me when you get to wherever you’re going,” you ask mark.

he nods. “i will.” he gives you another kiss. “goodnight, baby. goodnight, guys. thanks for having me.”

“bye, mark. come back soon!” johnny grins. “we still have to embarrass y/n. there’s so much content.”

“oh yeah, and the album pictures she thinks she hid,” jisung winks at him.

“oh, i will definitely come back to see that.”

“i will burn those pictures before you see them,” you smile.

mark leaves your house feeling the happiest he’s ever been in the past years. you love him and he loves you back, and the fact that you took your time and told your brothers you two were official, that made him even happier.

he drives to the warehouse where jeno and donghyuck are bickering over an unknown topic, as usual. mark walks to the mini black fridge and takes a beer out from it, as he opens it, he spots yves typing on her phone. mark tilts his head, studying her and he can tell she’s nervous because there’s only one reason she'd be biting her nails: something’s wrong.

mark slowly approaches her and cocks an eyebrow. “you good?”

“huh?” yves looks at him. “yes, why?”

“you seem… stressed.”

she scoffs. “it’s none of your business, mark.”

“maybe i can help,” he shrugs.

“doubt it. you’re too busy fucking that girl,” she rolls her eyes. “go bother someone else.”

yves locks herself in one of the rooms of the warehouse and mark frowns. jeno approaches him and places a hand on his shoulder. “we tried it, bro. but she’s acting weird.”

“what do you mean by ‘weird’?” mark looks at him.

“she suddenly goes out almost every night, she hides whenever someone calls her…” jeno tilts his head. “it’s just weird.”

“it is,” mark replies. “has she said anything?”

“nope.” jeno twits his mouth. “it’s either that she’s seeing someone or she’s onto something.”

“why would she be onto something?” mark inquiries.

“listen, i know you and her have history and that, but she’s not the kindest or nicest person in the world,” he shrugs. “she’s evil.”

mark nods. “she is, but do you think whatever she’s onto will affect us?”

“i don’t know,” jeno rubs his chin. “let’s follow her, i heard she’s going out tonight.”

mark throws him his car keys. “you’re driving.”

jeno smirks. “hell yes. hyuck! get your ass here!”

donghyuck gets up from the comfortable leather couch and walks towards them. “what?”

“we’re going on a mission, get ready.” jeno tells him.

donghyuck laughs at him. “what? are we 8?”

“you’re 6, but okay,” jeno shrugs.

mark shakes his head and rests his hands on his hips. “stop bickering you two and let’s go.”

mark, jeno and donghyuck wait for yves to leave the room and get into her car. she drives for around 20 minutes when she arrives in a luxurious neighbourhood. they see her parking in front of a building and a dark haired man approaches her. they can’t see the man’s face since it’s dark outside. the man wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her.

donghyuck snorts. “she’s just getting laid. can we go now?”

mark squints his eyes trying to get a better picture of the man and when he moves a little, a light reflects on his face and mark’s mouth falls open.

it’s doyoung.

“oh shit,” mark murmurs.

“what? you know him?” jeno frowns.

“yes.” mark clenches his jaw. “fuck. yves’ a traitor.”

“what do you mean?” scowls.

“i’ll explain later. we need to go before they see us.” mark says.

it is almost dawn when yves returns to the warehouse. jeno and donghyuck decided to go to their place thinking she wouldn’t return. mark sits still on the couch and when yves turns on the lights, she startles. “oh my god. you scared me, idiot.” she places a hand on her chest. “what are you doing here?”

mark slightly turns his head to her and stands up. “you’re a smart girl, yves.”

“we’re complimenting each other now?” she cocks an eyebrow.

“you’re a smart girl and if you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna tell me what the fuck were you doing with doyoung.” mark walks to her, his eyes never leaving hers.

yves scoffs. “what? you jealous now? please.” she rolls her eyes.

mark groans and wraps a hand around her neck. “stop fucking playing, yves. i’m not gonna ask you again, what the fuck were you doing with him?”

yves lifts her head up, mark’s hand still around her neck. she smiles looking down at him. “you should be taking your anger out on him because once you hear what he’s planning, you probably won’t get your happy en-”

mark tightens his grip on her neck and she whines, gasping for air. “tell me.”

“don’t you remember when you enjoyed choking me?” yves licks her lips. “where did that mark go?”

mark yanks her free violently and she rubs her neck. yves then fixes her hair and looks at him. “he knows who jwi is and i bet you know it too.” she smiles. “nice family you got. too bad it won’t last.”

“and neither will you, asshole.” you say, standing behind her.

yves frowns and she turns on her heels. you tilt your head smiling at her. “whoever try to mess with my family ends up begging for their life.”

yves laughs. “oh my god, from what movie did you take that? it’s pathetic.”

you approach her, your faces close enough. “don’t fuck me with me, yves. you don’t know what i’m capable of.”

“please, you’re just a whore with a criminal fam-”

yves gets interrupted when you slap her in the face. she turns to you and raises a hand to slap you as well but you grab his arm. you look at mark and he slowly nods, taking a syringe out from her jeans pockets. mark approaches yves and injects her in the neck. yves starts to see your face twice and when she is about to fall, mark holds her up.

“are you sure this is not illegal?” mark looks at you.

you shrug. “it’s not legal at all.”

“so what’s your plan?”

“let’s keep her in here so she doesn’t have any contact with doyoung,” you propose.

mark slowly nods. “i’ll tell jeno to watch her while we’re at the race next friday.”

“i’d rather if you don’t go,” you look at him. “in case doyoung finds out and something happens…”

mark shakes his head and cups your face. “i’ll be there and if things get ugly, i’ll have your back, okay?”

you nod and mark pulls your for a hug, you wrap your arms around his waist and he kisses your temple. “i love you.” he whispers to your ear.

“i love you,” you reply and mark’s lips find yours.

a few minutes later, jeno arrives at the warehouse and panics when he sees yves passed out. you explain everything to him and he agrees to watch her so she doesn't leave the warehouse.

mark takes you home and stays over. when you wake up, he’s not in bed with you and you find a note where he says he had to go. you go out of your bedroom and go downstairs finding yuta and johnny. yuta stares at you. “are you out of your mind or stupid?”

“excuse me?” you frown, confused.

johnny presses his lips together. “i’ll be in the kitchen.”

“why did you involve mark on this?” he walks to you.

“because he can help, too,” you look at him.

“do you realise how dangerous is this, y/n?” he keeps glaring at you. “do you have any awareness of the seriousness of this?”

“of course i do, yuta.” you clench your jaw. “and what’s the worst that could happen? that he fakes his death and returns after a year?”

yuta sighs. “and we’re back to that again. this is not about what i did, y/n. it’s about you and your brother.”

yuta stands in front of you and jerks your chin to meet his eyes. “i don’t want anything bad to happen to you or him. and i won’t allow it.”

you take a deep breath and look down, for some reason you can’t keep your eyes on him. he strokes your cheek and slowly tilts his head. “do i make you nervous?”

“no.” you answer promptly.

you feel yuta’s hand on your chest and you look up at him. “then why is your heart beating so fast?”

you pray that your knees will keep you standing and not turning into jello. you slowly gulp and place your hands on his chest to push him away. yuta grabs your wrists and pulls you closer. “answer me, y/n.”

“i-i don’t know,” you mutter.

“your body still reacts to me,” he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb. “you still react to me.”

his arms loops around your waist, your palms meeting his chest as he engulfs you in his embrace.

"god, i miss you so much, y/n," his eyes locking with yours, filled with emotion as he looks over your facial features. “

you open your mouth to at least make a single sound but whatever you want to say dies in your throat when you feel his hand going down your lower back.

then a single hum makes you jolt and you push him away. he looks at you confused. "no. i can't do this mark. i love him, yuta."

yuta stays there, right in front of you staring at you. he then slowly nods. "i should go then."

without saying another word, he takes his jacket and leaves your house. you take a deep breath and let yourself fall on the couch. you feel someone's hands on your shoulders and when you look up, you see johnny. he grins. "you're welcome."

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

The girl from the Prophecy - Two

Geralt of Rivia x Mage!Reader

Chapter Summary: Geralt is slowly healing at your house and it is finally to make a decision. Are you ready to make a move to change the life you have?

Warning: None? I think? If I missed any, please let me know <3

Tags: @holyhumorliteraturelight  @alwayshave-faith​ @stretchkingblog97​  @ninjarose23​

Geralt doesn’t remember when was the last time someone took care of him. Humans preferred to stay away and only cared when he showed them coins. All the women that were so ‘interested’ in him were just whores that like to hear stories of the great Witcher. Their touch harsh and with no pinch of emotions. No feelings. Their eyes dead, icy almost distant, always searching for a coin and some worth mediating stories. He got used to people being scared of him. He got used to people attacking him, releasing all their anger on him. He got used to it. He learned to accept it to survive. He wasn’t used to subtlety, to soft touches and beautiful, shy and sincere smile. 

He wasn’t ready for you to be so open and friendly. To give him all of your attention. To laugh at Jaskier’s awful jokes. He did not expect you to wake up early to make you all breakfast, and definitely, he did not expect those gentle hands on his wounds. He watched your every move. The timid touch, afraid of hurting him, or crossing an invisible line. He saw that in your eyes. This fear of your every move, the anxiety building inside you whenever you had to use magic to prepare medication for him. He knew you weren’t really taught by anyone. He observed you for those four days. After being almost forced to lay in bed, he had nothing else to do, but observe, follow your every move. From the early parts of the mornings, when you left home to get milk and eggs from the few animals you kept in the back of your house. He inspected your gentle moves, whenever you thought that he and Jaskier were still asleep. Everything about you was gentle. 

“I can change them by myself now”, he once mentioned, when you were so gently covering his stomach with yet another set of bandages. The herbs you were making every evening were doing real magic to his wounds. He remembered that little soft smile you gave him and the words you then spoke, would always keep him wonder. 

“It’s alright. Please, let me be needed. Even if only for a little bit.” He couldn’t understand villagers’ fear towards you. ‘The Witch’, ‘A monster’, ‘A whore that killed her own parents’. No, you weren’t a monster. Far from it. You were innocent, kind-hearted and alone. Truly alone. Broken he would even say. 

You haven’t talked about the conversation you both had the first day. He never asked you about your relations with the village and the people and you never asked him about…. well anything if he was being honest. He wasn’t used to women not asking him questions about the scars, the adventures or monsters he fought. You were mostly quiet, only answering his questions or making a small conversation with Jaskier, who on the contrary could not shut up. He watched you smile and sometimes even giggle at his stupid ballads or stories of the two of them. Which mostly well just full of bollocks. But you were listening with wide eyes and full attention to the bard. You asked him questions and engaged him to talk, but you never seemed to be so open and talkative with him. 

“Do I scare you?” He once asked you, when you were tenderly cleaning his hair. You seemed to like doing it, and he never really asked you why. He just let you do it. In a complete silence between the two of you. He would never say it out loud but he did enjoy the delicate touch of your fingers, playing with his hair. How many times did he need to stop the growl of satisfaction when you accidentally pulled a bit too harsh. He always chuckled seeing your blush and hearing those apologies leaving your mouth. There you were, helping him, keeping him healthy, alive and clean, while still apologising for the smallest inconvenience. 

“Of course not,” You answered almost in a whisper, putting on some special oil on his wounded shoulder. It smelled nice. Surprisingly not affecting his sensitive smell. “Why would you think that?” 

“You don’t speak as much when you’re with me.” He looked up hearing your soft and quiet chuckle. He raised his brow and smirked. 

“Is the great Witcher jealous?” He snickered at that and shook his head, actually amused at what he was hearing. He knew your little banter was not for real. “You don’t talk too much yourself, so I could only assume you don’t appreciate to be a part of unnecessary conversations.” The corners of his lips lifting a bit. “I can only assume that after a whole day with a lively bard you would appreciate the quiet.” He inhaled and grinned a bit, laying his head at the edge of the wooden bath, just between your legs. He enjoyed the little blush that always occurs whenever he or Jaskier made a forward move towards you. Almost as you weren’t used to men’s attention. Which was hard to believe if he was being honest. You were a beautiful little thing. Not an Aretuza - level beauty, but still  quite breathtaking. 

“You never asked me about those scars. Or the adventures I’ve been a part of. or the monsters I’ve killed.”

“Do you want me to ask?” he sneered at that, but only closed his eyes, enjoying the silkiness of your touch, that travelled back to his hair. He was sure you knew how much he liked it, this was why you always took extra time with it. He was thankful, but of course, never said it out loud. He didn’t have to. It seemed like you understood him with no words needed. 

“I don’t think I would mind telling you.” Your eyes widened, an adorable blush appeared on your cheeks and you only smiled at him. You wanted to ask, and he knew that, but you decided not to. He needed the space and silence and you respected it. 

**

The necklace. You always had it on you. Never left it behind. He noticed you slept it in and bath in it. He has never seen one like that before and he was too proud to ask. 

“I thought you’d be more subtle, Geralt!” He looked at the bard and frowned. “She is a beautiful woman with lots to show,” the witcher rolled his eyes at the bard’s comment. “But you do not seem to worry about modesty. Your eyes seem to always travel down the valley of…”

“I look at the necklace, you fool!” He growled, annoying by the solemn sound of his voice. “There is something about it. Something that puts an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.” 

“Just ask her”, he shrugged, taking a bite of the meal you prepared for them. “She seems smitten with you, she’ll definitely answer.” Geralt grunted with anger and shook his head. Jaskier always saw romance and an idea for a new ballad everywhere they went. The stupid bard always assumed all the women would fall for the mysterious Witcher. 

“I don’t want to cross the barrier.” The bard frowned and sighed, not understanding this unspoken rule between you two. 

“Y/N!” He shouted, making Geralt send him an evil look. “What’s with the necklace?” You turned walked to the other room and looked at the two men, who seemed to be close to killing each other. You looked down at it and smiled sadly. 

“My mother once gave it to me.” You touched it, running your finger through the weird symbols on it. “She told me it was a talisman that would protect me from those who would like to harm me.” You shrugged and chuckled awkwardly. “It is one of the few things she left behind before she died.” It was the first time you told them about your parents. About your past. 

“What about your old man?” Geralt kicked the bard under the table, making you giggle quietly. “What? It’s a normal question!”

“He... “ You bit your lip nervously. “He killed himself when I was thirteen”, they both froze, with Jaskier regretting even asking you about it. “I guess the prospect of living with a Witch was too much…”

“Humans are scared of what they don’t know”, Geralt whispered, not leaving his eyes off you. “Just because they call you a Witch doesn’t mean you are. You are a mage, Y/N. A sorceress with great Power inside you.” You looked up to meet his eyes and smiled. It was always what your mother used to tell you. It was really nice to hear it from someone else’s mouth. 

“Thank you, Geralt.” 

***

It has been a week and Geralt was completely healed. A week of having someone around you. First time after your father died, that you were not alone. It felt nice, almost as if you were needed. 

“I envy you, Jaskier…” You whispered, a night before their departure. You were both sitting outside your house, looking at the sky full of stars. “Those adventures, a possibility of being on the move. Not afraid of what another day would bring you... “ He frowned. It was the first time he saw you so serious.” No matter how much I would like to live this place, this house, the village I still have his words in my head. The curse that seems to become truth…” You exhaled and laid down, staring at the full moon, enjoying the nice breeze coming from the lake and a wine Jaskier bought in the village as a thank you. 

“What curse?” He asked, looking at you with this soft expression. You smiled and shook your head. 

“Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago. Too long for me to even remember it…” You got up and patting him on the shoulder you started to walk towards the house. 

“Come with us.” you stopped and looked back. “I’m sure Geralt wouldn’t mind. It would handy to have a mage by our side. A healer. Come with us and get free from whatever binds you to this place.” The sincerity in his eyes made you smile. He was a good man. A naive one, but kind-hearted. No surprise the Witcher valued him so much. 

“Good night, Jaskier. Get some sleep.” 

**

“I can’t leave this place…” You whispered, looking around the house. The two men were standing in front of your house. Geralt behind Jaskier who once again gave you the possibility. “I can’t come with you…” 

“Why? What is it you have here, Y/N? A lonely, empty house and villagers who are too dumb to notice how amazing you are!” 

“Jaskier!” Geralt growled. It was the first time he spoke since he has woken up. The breakfast was quiet. Even the bard didn’t seem to want to talk. 

“No, come on Geralt. Wouldn’t it be easier for us to have someone like Y/N by our side?” You would be lying to yourself if you didn't have a bit of hope in hearing what the Witcher had to say about that. You looked at the white-haired man with so much promise in your eyes. 

“You can’t force her!” He hissed and looked at you with a smirk. “However, if she didn’t mind, I wouldn’t say no. A healer by our side would save some time and coin.” Your eyes widened and you feel your heart, beat four times faster.

You sent him the biggest smile and went home to back, taking only the most important things with you. You left the note for the boy who visited you once a month and with no looking back, you followed the two men. A hope forming in your heart. A hope that your father’s curse would not come true. 

[kosmosguk]

Could I have BTS's reaction to having an emotional detached s/o for example like if they punish her by killing a loved one or something it doesn't really affect her? But it doesn't have to stay in just that particular situation you can explore and stuff >

[Of course! I relatively kept it close to what you requested, and I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Violence, Threats of Violence, Abuse, Death, Gorey Descriptions, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Other Yandere Themes, Like really fucking toxic relationships that I hope none of you ever experience]

Seokjin:

It was the fifth person, an array of blood and bones and an image that should've sickened you to the core. Anyone would've felt sickened. But, standing here with eyes glued to the limp, neatly sliced up corpse of your best friend, you felt nothing. You felt nothing as Seokjin pressed you closer to him, his blood-soaked apron staining your beautiful white blouse. All you could think of was the material, how hard the bloodstain would be to get out, anything but the death that reeked in the room. You could see Seokjin get angrier, his voice louder as he told you to look, to look at the death. His words were like a haze, a watery blur of letters that your mind didn’t bother to interpret. He wanted to see you cry, to sob, to see you react with anything but the mute reality you were responding with. After all, Seokjin loved, just a little too much, to see you cry.

"I killed him, sliced each inch of his skin for being too close to him, and you won't even say anything? Do you not care about what I do for you? Look at him! Look at him. This is the extent I’ll go for you, what I’d risk for you, and yet you won’t even look at me!"

Yoongi:

You were used to Yoongi now, used to the way he would give you that stiff, chilling look as he gave you increasingly morbid gifts. Teeth, knocked out of your friend, tied in a twisted necklace, love letters with detailed descriptions of each kill, little souvenirs he'd snatch off their bodies that he knew you knew only they wore. You used to be so horrified, begging and screaming and kicking and hoping that someone would wake you up, but you adapted, you learned how to survive. And you stopped feeling. Yoongi got more desperate; were you growing tired of him, of his gifts that showed his devotion? Yoongi may be an unexpressive man, but he's also a desperate man. He'll do anything to make you feel something, to look at him with eyes that aren't so cold and blank, and if he has to dig out hearts as gifts to get you to do so, he will.

"I gave you all of these fucking gifts and you won't even acknowledge them. Don't be an ungrateful bitch because I'll figure something out to make you realize how grateful you should be. I always do."

Namjoon:

Namjoon was a smart man, a controlling man. He had melded you into the perfect lover, obedient, submissive, but he had never intended for you to end up so...detached. You were docile, silently curling up next to him whenever he came home, a warm dinner primed on the table. Sometimes, he liked to play around with you in those moments, pressing you further into his grip as he murmured softly, his face peaceful despite the malicious glaze over his eyes, exactly how he could hurt you, cut you open and mark you as his. You never blinked at the words, humming softly where you needed to as he spewed out ways he could brand you, how he could make sure you could never leave him. It had been frustrating for him at first how blank and unresponsive you were, but it was so much better than the bitter fight you used to put up before. Perhaps, he thought to himself, maybe it was better that you were so distant. That was the easiest alternative to a sick route, after all.

"I could carve my name into your back. Imagine how beautiful it would be, the word Namjoon, 7 letters that'll mark you as mine. Or I could burn a brand into you. But I won't as long as you'll be my good girl, right?"

Hoseok:

Hoseok was...unpredictable. His mood changed quickly, bounding from one leap to another. One moment, he'd be smiling, the curve of his lips radiantly lifted, and it was like he was on top of the world and nothing could bring him down. And then something would bring him down, and he'd change. It would be from the simplest of moments: your affection was just a second too little, your declaration of love lacked enough emotion, you accidentally forgot to wear the gift he gave you. You learned to detach yourself from the moment, blinking and nodding to acknowledge, and you wouldn't even notice when he had stopped hissing threats, angered that you didn't care. It was a never-ending cycle: you'd mess up, he'd get angry, he'd hurt you, and then he'd beg for your forgiveness. But sometimes you weren't even aware of the pain, of the fear that you should've been feeling; after all, a never-ending cycle gets boring quick, and you'd never really cared about it enough to complain.

‘‘You won’t even acknowledge me? Do I not mean anything to you? I’m your boyfriend, the one you should love the most, the sun of your dark, dull boring life, and you don’t even want to look at me? Do I have to show you who you belong to? Because I will if I have to teach you a lesson.’’ 

Jimin:

You were aware of the man clinging onto you, blood-stained and begging you, his eyes swelling in tears, to forgive him, that he didn't mean to kill them but they were asking too many questions and that he didn't want to look at you with those distant eyes. You couldn't help it, that numb feeling that swallowed you up and left you only aware that you were breathing and nothing else. Jimin was clinging harder to you now, crying so hard that he was hiccupping as he begged at you to look at him, to not be so distant. "It's okay," you said, voice hoarse from lack of use, even though anybody else would've said much otherwise," I don't really care." It was like a switch, those words would always make him happier and oh so much better. He'd let you have space, let you even brush your hair and tie your shoelaces all by yourself, maybe even let you choose your own clothes. And after a while, those words, repeated over and over, made you realize that perhaps, maybe you never really cared at all in the first place. And maybe it was good you did.

"I'm so, so sorry. He was just there and he was asking so much about you and he got too close to the truth that you loved me and wanted to go away with me forever and wanted to take you away from me. I had to kill him. Please don't hate me. I'll do anything, just, please, say you love me."

Taehyung:

You used to snap at him, fiery and bold and passionate. You were like a wild animal, one that had just too much freedom and needed a cage. He was kind enough to provide you that, but it took you so long to realize exactly why you needed to be grateful that he would take you, a masterpiece in a world of filth, and lock you away in a safe, pure place. Pure was subjective, warped in his own eyes, and it was definitely not with the way he brought you down, making you want to crumble and break, just like an animal trapped and wanting to curl up in a corner and sleep away, broken. That's why when he got angry at you for not looking into his eyes properly during a conversation, tightly gripping your jaw until you were sure there was blood under his nails, when he threatened to lock you up in a disgusting small room he had built for bad, misbehaving beasts, you were almost grateful. You wouldn't have to look at him, wouldn't have to give him kisses and be under that watchful, predatory stare. Your relief, instead of the fear he wanted, must've shown through because he noticed. He always noticed. And by God, you should hope that the small room with a blanket on the floor as a bed was all you got.

‘‘Not even looking at me while I’m talking to you? I raised you better than that. You best keep in mind everything I do for you: how I took you in when you were a miserable piece of shit, how I raised you; how I kept you well. If you forget, I’m sure a trip to the room will help. And if you don’t remember? By God, you’ll realize how much of a blessing that room is.’‘

Jungkook:

Jungkook pressed a kiss into your neck, your body perched uncomfortably on his lap and his arms, strong enough to crush your body, looped around your waist. "You know," his voice was muffled by your skin. His teeth was poking your flesh now, hard and sharp and threatening, as he sunk them into your skin, marking you brutally as you stared at the painting across from you, barely registering the pain as more of a numb sensation, even when he dragged his teeth out harshly. "I could mark you up like this, maybe," his fingers trailed up your bare arm, digging into it," maybe I can even write my name right here, tear you open." You barely blinked in response. "What do you think?" he asked you, tapping your shoulder," JK right here would be perfect. Should I do it?" You hummed in response. His grip tightened around you as he murmured," You didn't answer me properly." You blinked, once and twice, and then replied," Do whatever." Jungkook grinned boyishly, sweet and innocent before he turned angry, like the man you knew. He pushed you off his lap, causing you to sprawl to the floor, his voice loud and booming," don't fucking give me a vague answer. Answer me properly." "Yes. I don't care," you said, your voice steady despite the impact. "You don't fucking care," Jungkook spat out, his voice at a near yell," I'll give you a fucking reason to care."  

‘‘It’s bullshit that you don’t care. That you don’t give a fuck. Because you should, you should if you don’t want me to do something you’ll regret. If you keep saying that you don’t care, I’ll give you a reason to care, give you a reason to give up this fucking stupid ass game of yours.’‘

[thecursedhellblazer]

‘Cause We’re Living in a Mad World

{ @adventurepunks​ }

(( Hiiii! I fished this out of a couple of memes I had done ages ago and...it seemed fun and it gave me the chance to ramble about stuff we mentioned, so...here you go! It’s mostly Nick and John, but I throw in some Zee because the gal deserves some space :3 ))

Who said “I love you” first Definitely John. He was either drunk or totally out of it for not having slept in days (or both) and Nick had been forced to escort his sorry ass to lie down somewhere. Among all the incomprehensible, nonsensical babbling he had been doing, at some point he had just gone on and mumbled something on the lines of “N’ aye, tha’ th’ bloody t’in’, Cap. I think I do love yeh...I bloody do”. By the time Nick had registered the non-sequitur, John had been out cold and drooling very much unattractively on his pillow, leaving his mentor to wonder, hardly for the first time, what the hell he was supposed to do about his disaster youth.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background Neither of them does. John doesn’t have a phone (and that’s the reason why both Nick and Zatanna dread the times he uses the one in the Sanctum to phone Chas back to London...Two hours of non-stop Scouse rambling about everything one can find worth complaining about). As for Nick, he simply doesn’t bother with such things. However, John has one, slightly creased picture of him and Nick (a Polaroid taken by accident by some tourist who had been nice enough to hand it over to John) and another with the two them and Zee glued against the wall of his bedroom, right next to a group photograph of his closest English mates, a picture of him and Chas and a black and white one of a younger Cheryl. Also, Zatanna has made sure to have a better, properly framed picture of the three of them hanging inconspicuously from one of the walls in the main room of the Sanctum, not enough to catch the eye, but in a position that makes sure that you must look at it if you know that it’s there. Nick never acknowledged any of those, but you might catch his eyes wandering in the direction of the pictures every time he is in the room with them (yes, at times he dares to wonder in that reign of chaos that’s John’s bedroom).

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror John...when he is trying to be funny. Usually he writes the messages on some other window or piece of glass and then magicks them on the bathroom mirror when he knows that either Nick or Zatanna are inside. Of course, he doesn’t always get it right and at times the wrong person receives a message that wasn’t intended for them. Like Nick finding questions about women lingerie (he never asks, because he is pretty sure that, whatever John wants with it, it’s not something he wants to know or guess). The most memorable mishap, at least in Zee’s opinion, has been when, after having come back from one of her shows at 3 am and after a very much earned shower, she had found herself staring at the suddenly foggy mirror while the words “wudl u shag me een if I ws a gost?” materialised on it. Judging by the bad spelling and by how smeared the calligraphy was, John had to be shitface drunk, wherever he was. Not that the fact excused him in her eyes. Not in the least. She had marched out of the bathroom, told Nick that John wanted to talk to him and then had gone to bed. Useless to say, Nick had gone from confused to extremely unimpressed as soon as he had seen the note on the mirror.

Who buys steals the other cheesy gifts John is the one who, from time to time, comes back from his wanderings bearing “gifts”, pretty much like a not so domesticated cat would do. Thankfully, usually they aren’t dead animals (aside that one time with the still dripping goat’s head...but they don’t talk about it). They range from things he has won at the poker table to stuff he has either con out of someone’s hands or straight out nicked. He has learnt pretty quickly that he can’t tell Zatanna if he’s giving her something he has stolen, not after the one time she has forced him to return the necklace he had got her, much to his annoyance and embarrassment. This has also caused him to get more stuff for Nick than for her. She’s always suspicious now (and with reasons), while his mentor doesn’t really care how he has got his hands on it. The only one time the older sorcerer has shown concern about John’s kleptomaniac habits has been when the younger man brought home a very ancient, very valuable, and also very cursed book. The cleansing ritual took them hours. However, on the other hand, it turned out that the contents of said tome were very much worth the trouble, so John got away with just a mild scolding, much to Zatanna’s incredulity.

Who initiated the first kiss Nick did...after John had driven him crazy with half angry flirting and ambiguous provocations (and talks about shagging ghosts). The whole situation had started from a lot of unresolved tension between them (and not of the good kind), but considering where it has landed them...It might as well have been worth it, even if the original issue lies still mostly unsolved.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning If anyone does in the first place, it would probably be Nick, for the mere reason that John isn’t an early bird (unless he simply forgoes sleeping completely), no matter in whose bed he falls asleep. However, it’s still far more likely that Nick chooses to wakes him up by shaking him or with a shove, simply because something as light as a kiss wouldn’t do the job. Or it would lead to John getting his hands busy even before he has opened his eyes and that’s unacceptable when they have a schedule and lessons to attend to. A few times, John has crawled in Nick’s bed before dawn and, in those occasions, he is the one to wake his mentor up with kisses. There’s an equal chance of either being kicked out of the room pr being allowed to carry on, and, in his eyes, the second thing is definitely worth facing the risk of rejection. John usually gets his nicest wake up calls from Zatanna, when she lures him out of the sheets with a kiss on the cheek and the promising smell of coffee and bacon. She has also learnt to throw a fresh pair of underwear in his face before walking back to the kitchen, though, because that’s the only way to make sure he doesn't show up stark nake for breakfast.

Who starts tickle fights Tickle fights aren’t something that happens frequently, but they did happen. Mostly when they were all at least a bit tipsy. John started the very first one, almost accidentally, by rambling about how Cheryl used to tickle him till he cried and couldn’t breathe as a payback for when he messed with her things. Useless to say, that led him to ask Zatanna if she was ticklish and to the poor homo magi being assaulted. Nick had made the mistake to declare that he found the whole affair “undignified”, which had been enough to make John tackle and tickle him too. Zatanna might have retaliate, on them both (John for starting it, Nick for not defending her), even though, if asked, she would deny it. After that episode, both Zatanna and Nick have become very, very wary of whenever John is drunk and feeling both touchy-feely and playful. Of course, he still manages to find a way to catch them both off guard.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower John’s “asking” consists in him sticking his head inside the bathroom (or straight past the shower curtain) and make comments about how there’s just enough room for another person under the stream or about how great he is at scrubbing backs, full trademark smirk in place. Nick usually asks before anyone gets in the shower and it usually happens after a very intense roll in the sheet when all the participants might use a wash up. However, there have been times when he has just hopped in the shower while John was already in it, without warnings or questions, because the smug idiot can use a taste of his own medicine from time to time. The main issue with that tact is that John, after the initial moment of astonishment, always gets a bit too mesmerised to really grasp the lesson.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch Nick can get completely absorbed in his studying and researches and John at times forgets that human beings need to eat to survive, so it’s definitely Zee. When she is around, she makes sure to bring them both, if not a full meal, at least a snack twice a day. She has found that it usually also prevents John from raiding their fridge during the night and, considering how messy that affair gets, it’s a very good thing. When Zatanna isn’t around, Nick is the one who has a more “regular” (if it can be called that) routine, so he takes over the task of keeping them both fed (also because John can’t be trusted around the kitchen at). There are times, though, when John knocks at Nick’s door, after making sure that the older man is done with whatever he’s doing, with takeaway already laid down at the table or saying that he has discovered a new pub that makes nice steaks or pizza and that they should totally go and try it out.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date Definitely John, even if, as per usual, he covered it up with cockiness and smugness. Especially since he felt like a idiot for being nervous in the first place. He and Nick had gone out plenty of times together (with and without Zatanna), so sharing a night that was perhaps a bit more intimate shouldn’t have been such a big deal. And yet, he still spent an incredibly long amount of time (especially for his standards) tidying himself up in the bathroom and deciding which of his clothes were more suitable for the occasion. It earned him a few raised eyebrows from Nick’s part, which made it clear to them both that the older man knew, but John obviously refused to acknowledge both the gestures and the fact.

Who kills/takes out the spiders Spiders are usually either left to mind their business. Zatanna might use her magic to coax them out of a window when they are in the way, but for the rest no one really cares. It doesn’t happen too often that they manage to get inside the Sanctum, so when they do...it’s safe to say that they have earned their right to stay. There are times, though, when the poor creatures become the unfortunate subjects of John’s practice. Once he has learnt how to open portals towards other realms, it has become very much not unusual to see him trying to shove the spiders inside very small rips in the fabric of reality. Nick has pointed out that he has no way to find out whether or not he has managed to send them where he was planning to, but he has soon given up trying to make John see his point, because his words always earn him nothing but a snicker.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk John, even if calling his drunk claims “love declarations” would be pushing it. For the most, what leaves his lips are comments about his and Nick alone time together and far too bold to be nice compliments. And, if he is really in the mood, also short rants about what he would love for them to do that they haven’t tried yet. Whenever magic or the undead start being thrown in the mix, Zatanna takes it as her cue to dump him in Nick’s capable, even if exasperated, hands and go spend the rest of her night elsewhere. The real slips can happen after John has ceased being loud, when his mind is more in Dreamland than on the material plane. They are quiet whispers, compared to all the noise he makes before, and that alone is very telling of how much more sincere they are.

[eclecticlanie]

The Alignment

On this night, Hubs and I were asleep and out of a dead sleep I woke up because I felt something incredibly intense and extremely dark searching my house! I sit up in bed and stare down down the hallway that shows all the doors to the upstairs of my home. My room being the very last room and furthest from the stairs. I haven’t felt anything this dark in an extremely long time. It did not feel familiar, either. If dementors were real, I would swear there was one in my house. The only difference is this entity didn’t bring depression or despair. This brought on a feeling of maliciousness and it was on the hunt. I haven’t been this scared ever in my life and I’ve been through some hellish experiences. I woke my husband up accidentally while I was freaking out in bed trying to rack my brain on what to do. I haven’t practiced in so long I was most definitely unprepared. He normally calls me out if I’m overreacting but this man immediately got out of bed and asked me what he could do to help.

 I told him, “I didn’t know.” 

I couldn’t take my eyes off the hallway. I could feel something staring at me as if it had the most twisted grin you could think of. I could probably compare it to American McGees Cheshire Cat or Mad Hatter grins. I could feel its intentions of harm and malice seething and rolling off of it like a billowing fog. It was enjoying my panic and frozen in place stance. Hubs starts looking around the room for my cuddle toy to attempt to calm me down.

“I need a knife. I need to protect the kids.” I managed to state while shifting to sitting on my feet in bed. Now, I am bipolar. I was diagnosed at 27 and have been medicated since. Asking for a knife to protect the kids against an invisible enemy alarmed Hubs quite a bit. 

“What are you going to do?” He asked as he tried to hand me my cuddle toy.

“Blood magic. I need to smear the door frames.” I muttered. Hubs is very wary about magick due to his own experiences with his mother as a child and doesn’t truly practice, only cleanses basically. I only raised more flags for him. We never went further than discussing we both have had craft experiences or practices and never adventured that pathway together. I’ve only done blood magic one other time in my life and I’m not proud of it either. I am tied to someone I now wish I could sever. In this moment, I didn’t think twice about using blood magick again as this situation would have been more than appropriate unlike the first time I used it. 

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Would holy water work?” He asked. I nodded and he dug through some boxes (we never got to unpack our bedroom like we had the rest of the house). He pulled out the holy water and started anointing the doorways. He walked right through the spot where this thing was standing. It didn’t budge and Hubs couldn’t feel it specifically in that spot. He comes back in the room and crawls into bed with me. He tries to cuddle me and I barely move to allow him to attempt to console me. I’m still in a staring match with this thing who is now annoyed we made a protection move. I can feel it settle to the floor as if it was just going to sit there and wait me out to see if I would leave the room. 

“What is it you’re staring at?” Hubs asked. I explained what I was feeling and he just nodded.

“You must think I’m crazy... maybe we should just admit me...” I was starting to doubt myself that there was anything there. Maybe it was just my bipolar? Maybe I was hallucinating? Maybe I need a med adjustment... 

“No... You’re not crazy. I do feel something is off but I’m not as sensitive to this stuff as you are.” Hubs tried to console, “You have a much clearer picture as to what is here.”

With that, Hubs stayed up with me for another hour before he couldn’t any longer. Sleep overcame him and I sat up in bed. It was now 3 something in the morning. I feel like I can pull my eyes away from the hall even with that thing still sitting there. I start looking on my phone for ways to protect the house. I’m on a website with protection spells and an ad I didn’t touch at all starts playing (it shouldn’t have played without clicking on it). A song plays, “I can’t keep my eyes off of you...” I clicked off the ad and continued scrolling. This thing was now messing with me from the hallway. I am reading the spell and again the ad plays, “I can’t keep my eyes off of you...” I click the browser completely off. There I am, giving up on research, holding my stuffy. 

Dawn finally arrives and I feel the entity leave. I can feel the message of it will be back crawl into my head. At this moment is also the moment Hubs wakes up. He looks at me, “You didn’t sleep at all did you.” 

“No.” was my simple answer. We both get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. I start rambling about how my phone sang to me. I went back into my phones browser history to show him that the only way it would play is if it was interacted with. He looks at me and asks what do we do now? 

“If you don’t mind, I would like to go gung ho and back into practicing. We need to cleanse this house inside and out. I want to do the perimeter of our property. I want to get some crystals for us personally and for the house. And that is just the start. I need to find out who is after me.” I stated. We go about our day with mini conversations and him agreeing to everything I’m suggesting. That day we made a trip to a metaphysical shop and bought a bunch of crystals and candles. When we got home, we cleansed and charged the crystals. I do a candle spell anointed with rosemary and sage to protect our home. I ask my pendulum and my oracle deck a few questions. Did we get cursed? Yes. Was that thing after me last night? Yes. Is it personal? Yes. Would it go after anyone else? No. I dug out my husbands moms box of spiritual stuff that we never had the chance to go through after her death. We don’t remove her many tarot decks. We do take her sage and cleanse the house. A day later we cleanse the border of our property and also go around the outside of the house.

The next few nights following this attack I had more attacks but in my dreams. My dreams were riddled with beatings and rapes by people who have previously done me wrong. We completed another protection candle spell. Hubs started anointing my forehead with holy water before bed and also made me wear his hamsa talisman. With those last two actions I haven’t had another issue. Although the night after I started wearing the necklace I felt like something not malevolent but creepy as fuck was “peeping tom” through my window with HUGE eyes. We decided to black salt the house that night. With that, it disappeared. 

We have discussed with a few friends about these events and all of them are in conclusion that I’m being targeted, whomever is doing the targeting used the alignments power to attack, and that this will not be the last we see of these attacks. It is now priority to attempt to find out who this person is. No one has been able to help figure it out. Google has not been of help other than to suggest curse reversal, which is also the suggestions I got on reddit and other media sites as well as my friends. That will be my next post. 

[queerchoicesblog]

A Secret Unveiled (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series, Ch.9)

It took me ages -sorry folks!- but here’s the continuation of Zetta x Adele Series. I am also happy to announce that for a lucky coincidence the next chapter about the party will be released a week from now on April 14, that is...on Zetta’s birthday!

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Word Count: 3000+

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Zetta x Adele Series Tag: @eternal-langdon @nydeiri

➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2

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I wake up thinking of Adele. With my eyes closed, I can trick my mind into believing we never parted since last night. She could be sleeping in my arms, her curls gently tickling my skin and her breath soft and calming against the crook of my neck. Her calloused fingers entwined with mine as I hold her close, afraid she might fly away like a dream or a fantasy. I know there is no sense in pretending things are different than they are. I'm perfectly and painfully aware that my love is not here with me but you can't breathe if you're constantly underwater, right? Adele is my safe harbour, a gentle hand preventing me from drowning in my own sorrows and troubles. I can hear Sabine setting up the table in the adjacent room. My little Napoleon...she never forgets to arrange a private breakfast on my birthday morning. My favorite treats, good coffee, my books or some company if I feel like to have a chat. And well, today is the day, my day. Time to say goodbye to Adele's ghost for now: luckily enough I'll be reunited with my love later today.

Despite the weight of my birthday and the decision I made in the middle of a sleepless night, I am in a good mood. I ask Sabine to join me at the breakfast table and we chat and gossip like old friends. It's nice to be reminded I have friends even if we never pronounced that word aloud. When she leaves to add the finishing touches to the venue of tonight's party, I sigh contently, taking one last sip of coffee. My eyes accidentally fall on one the boxes piled up on the couch. I reach for it: it's my pearl necklace with my initials engraved on it. A foolish thought crosses my mind. I decide to indulge in it for once and before I can think twice I take my leave and hand it to the first stewardess I come across, asking to deliver it to Miss Carrem. As I head to the first class deck to catch some fresh air, a smile lingers on my lips. I try to picture Adele's reaction to my necklace. Will she blush, understanding its true meaning? Will she wear my token of affection tonight? The thought distracts me from the more urgent matter I need to discuss with her. A gust of wind greets me as I stand at the railing, the Ship of Dreams gently vibrating underneath my fingertips. Yes, I made up my mind. I know what I have to do, what I want to do. Jamie dear will never take that from me. Yet it makes this no easier. I won't back down though. I sigh and stare out to the vast azure ocean in front of me. It's so calm today: gentle waves stroke the side of the ship as the salty breeze makes a kite waltz into the late morning sky. The little owner is standing a few steps away. Well, standing is a strong word: he's jumping up and down, his chubby cheeks red with excitement, and I'm pretty sure he's not hearing a single word his father -I wager- squatted down by his side is saying to him to help him manoeuvre his colourful device. So sweet and pure. Only kids can experience that absolute unconditioned happiness, I consider, smiling at the kite taking a gracious turn up there, far away from us. A gleeful squeal of the little boy soon follows. I hear steps approaching behind me. I don't even need to turn, I perfectly know who's there. I bumped into Matteo on my way to the first class promenade and sent him to look for Adele. It took him more than I would have expected but for once I don't care. I won't give him a scolding. Not for this, at least: his complicity with James's scheme will get him one when time comes. One he will remember, I'm pretty sure of that. "Leave us, Matteo" I say, still looking out to the sea. He quietly steps away. As soft taps approach I wonder if he bowed before leaving, it would be typical of him. Adele joins me at the railing, standing by my side. I turn my head slightly to look at her. The soft features of her visage never left my mind since our encounter but she's radiant. Her skin is glowing in the late morning sun and I can't help but notice that her delicate curls are now graciously fastened with a cloth. Is my love dressing up for my birthday party tonight? A sudden urge to caress her rosy cheek and untie that lovely cloth to gently run my fingers through her hair takes hold of me but I suppress it. I must. We're in public, people would stare. People would murmur and disapprove. The loving father nearby would probably drag the little kite runner away to prevent him the sight of us. That is why I lower my voice as I say: "Our fun last night must have done you some good. You're glowing" My love turns and a soft smile forms on her lips, mirroring mine, as she beams at the warmth behind my words. She opens her mouth to say something but...nothing comes. Too soon a shadow crosses her face and she diverts her eyes. Was I too straightforward? Or is the thought of the people around us accidentally catching our veiled words of love? "Me? I'm the same as always. Ready to carry out my duties" she says, clearing her throat in a professional tone that doesn't fool me for a second. "Oh Lord. 'Same as always', she says" I roll my eye, barely refraining myself from groaning. "We can play it like that, if you want" "Like what?" Adele turns towards me again, visibly taken aback. "Like last night didn't happen" My voice may still be low but the meaning of my words is unmistakable. Sweet Adele, haven't I told you that I don't beat around the bush? You should know it. And I have no intention to pretend a thing like that! Adele looks at loss of words: I start wondering if I'm seriously too direct for my British love. She searches my eyes staring back at her before lowering them as a flush of red color her cheeks. "I'm very...aware last night happened I just thought you'd want-" she whispers but without ending the sentence. Oh, honey, you thought I wanted you or both of us to bury our sweet time at the Turkish Baths deep inside our mind and forget about that? Never speak about it ever again as if it was a dirty secret between the two of us? It is a secret, but not half as dirty as most people would claim or want us to believe. I don't think you share that sentiment too: you weren't afraid to show your true feelings last night and you're too rebellious and free to let anyone tell you who to love, despite all the insults or threats. Or both. Have you ever gotten in trouble because of that, my love? Adele, were you trying to...protect me and my reputation? I'm hiding my true self but I'm tired of pretending. I don't want to, not with you. When I speak again, my voice is softer. I can only hope it will convey how I wish I could take her into my arms and cradle her, easing her mind. "Darling, I'm forty today, I don't have time to pretend." Then I sigh as I remind myself why I sent Teo to call her. The weight of the unpleasantries to come washes over me and I barely hold back a wince. Why there must be always nasty hurtful things to discuss with her when all I want is her happiness, to see her gorgeous smile light up my whole world? "Which brings me to my point..." I continue, my voice shifting to a more somber tone. "I told you I'd think about your little deal with James." I sigh, holding a bit tighter to the railing as if I were to lose balance. "You brought me proof. You brought me...trust. And now I know what I have to do. What I want to do." I sense Adele tensing up at my side, taking in the gravity of the moment. "I'm here. I'm listening. My life is in your hands" she notes grimly, bracing herself for whatever I have to say. "I certainly hope so, considering I've become a sleep-deprived wreck because of it" I snap, but my angry witticism is not meant for Adele. No, how could it be? I turn to face her: I want to look at her when I uncover my decision. A decision I took not only out of fairness, to correct the wrongs of James but also for you, my love. "So here it is. The 'dirt', I suppose they call it, that James is seeking. I was already married once. Long ago. And, in fact...I'm still married." I pause and let my confession sink. It takes a moment to Adele to realise the full implications of my words. When she does, she frantically searches my eyes and gapes. "Zetta, no! I want your help with James, not to give him what he-" she starts, trying to stop me but I interrupt her. "Shut your mouth and listen, Adele. I heard you out before - now you'll hear me" I should have known better that she would have tried to oppose my decision out of ethics and for the sake of the bond we share now. But no, I'm sorry, my sweet chivalrous love, you can't stop me this time. I made a decision. I can tell Adele is running all the options to protect my secret in her head -running away, covering her ears like a child maybe or even arguing with me- but in the end she grimaces and nod sombrely. I can continue. "I was very young. He was my manager. Plucked me right out of Tristan and Isolde at the Vienna Playhouse. He had this way about him, this confidence. Confidence which I lacked, if you'll believe it" I close my eyes as I turn to look out to the sea again and I can still see him. Myself, leaving the theatre late at night exhausted and frowning. Herr Direktor was kind enough to gave me my start but he certainly wasn't a kind man: never a praise, only harsh 'constructive' criticism. He always wanted more and more, your best was never enough, just 'tolerable' if you were lucky. It was no secret that he made an effort to be twice as hard with me to test my motivation and see if I had "what it takes". "Is that all you've got, fraulein? Oh good Lord", "you said you had talent, please introduce it to all of us because so far I can't see none", "Wolfgang, do you have an understudy for fraulein Zetta's role? I don't want to jeopardise the whole play". I was barely sixteen and his shoutings and scoldings got to me somehow. He didn't seem to notice how the press was pleasantly impressed by my performance of Isolde's maid: Theresa saved for me a copy of a newspaper where a famous critic noted that "we might also be witnessing the rise of a new talent, raw but vivid as it suits the young age of its beholder. A new star is born on the stage of Vienna Playhouse? Only time will tell". I can see now why Herr Direktor was so demanding and harsh with me but back then it only made me feel miserable and angry. I took an hazard pursuing that career when my family was struggling in a poorhouse and I started second guessing myself, doubting myself. He must have sensed it too when he approached me that night. He introduced himself as an admirer simply wishing to praise my performance and soon started flattering me with all the words he knew I wanted or needed to hear. When he had stroked my ego just enough for me to accept an invitation for a private meeting at one of the most exclusive cafè in town, he straightened his dashing tuxedo and leaned to kiss my hand like a romantic hero of a cheap novel. I wasn't smitten with him but it stupidly drew a smile on my face. That's how I met Franz. "Anyway, he's dropping names of directors and theatres over tea at Zum Roten Igel..." He performed with great flair the role of artistic entrepreneur he claimed to be. He knew everyone, treated me with the finest treats I had ever tasted and repeated how impressed, no touched -he said- by the talent he could see burning inside me. He confessed to have great plans in store for me, us: "dear Zetta, allow me the honor to join you in this adventure as your manager. Let us show the world what bright light shines inside you". He squeezed my hand with a practised display of deep affection and enthusiasm when he whispered "let us take on the world, sweetheart!". "...and next thing you know, we're married and on a train to the nearest port" I add, grazing my fingers over my old wedding ring at my ring hand, a testament of my foolish naivety. It wasn't love what I felt for him and what led me to accept his proposal. Maybe I thought it was, for a moment, being so young and clueless about this yet unknown feeling. But it was soon clear it wasn't love: I didn't shiver underneath his kisses nor feel the urge to hold his hand or be held in his strong arms. None of those gestures so very often described in novels and plays came natural. He just fed my hunger for more, my ambition. I soon regretted dearly leaving my family and Vienna with him but it was too late. "I would have twenty offers for twenty shows by the time we hit New York, he told me. Of course, there were no parts. We were turned away at every stage door in Manhattan" It was humiliating. His bundle of lies uncovered and our fights in the streets followed. We accused each other of our failures but I knew I was right. Such awareness did little to soothe my heartbreak: I was young, an ocean away from my family and my only mentor, and tied by law to a miserable liar. I'd never felt so lonely and lost in my whole life. "I let his lies go on a year, then I left him. I couldn't divorce him, even if I wanted to. I didn't know how." I wince as I see my younger self summoning up every ounce of courage and dropping a letter on our kitchen table with too many glasses of whiskey and unpaid bills. Then she would walk out of the door without a second glance, a lump in her throat and a suitcase filled with hope and her few belongings spared from the pawn shop down the street. She had nowhere to go and knew no one who could help her get out of that marriage, a young foreign girl in the big city. Even if she had known, she couldn't have afforded the price. So she focused on starting a new life where she could be victorious. But just like now, when she thought she was done with my past, her past wasn't done with her. "Then there I was, years later, my name on marquees, and he's cornering me outside of the Algonquin Hotel" I remember that day. I'd made it: I'd crawled back from my own ashes and now I was the next big thing. Producers were fighting over me, to get me in their pictures and please crowds of adoring fans. They started calling me "American Aphrodite" after one of my first main role and worshipping me like a goddess. I was walking in on my way back from a stroll down Central Park when I heard a way too familiar voice behind my back. "Can I have a moment, Miss Zetta?". Blood ran cold in my veins as I froze. "Please, fraulein, I'm just an humble admirer" he continued in German, repeating the words of our first encounter. When I turned, he looked so different from the charming prince who spoiled me in Vienna and blinded me with empty promises. His hair showed the first signs of silver and his overall look was messy, a hint of dust over his coat. What never changed was the wolfish twinkle in his eyes when he flashed me a sarcastic smirk, running his fingers over our ring. "You seem surprised to see me. Why don't we take a seat and have a lovely chat, my love?". Honeyed words in a foreign language, the premise of a vile threat. "I didn't need the scandal. I've been paying him to stay quiet ever since" I conclude and silence falls between us. Adele speaks again after a moment. "It couldn't have been all bad, if you agreed to marry him. Was there...love?" she asks, her voice flickering between encouragement and grief or sympathy for my sorrow. "No" I answers sharply, without hesitation. "But he promised me he'd help me act. He swore it!" "He was a liar" When I meet her gaze again, Adele is wincing at the simple hurtful truth. "All men are liars. Just some of them are useful. My husband wasn't. Isn't" Husband...what a curious and cursed word. "Isn't the whole thing absurd? I forget I'm a married woman most of the time" I mock myself but Adele doesn't laugh. No, there's little humor in it, you're right. "But Richard would hardly have me if it got out. I can't imagine what the press would do" I add. Actually I know. They would feast above my ruin like vultures. The thought makes me shrug but Adele's voice bring me back to her. "With all due respect - why are you trusting me?" I chuckle deep in my throat: to be honest, it's quite absurd. I'm handing the key to my downfall to the person hired to destroy me. Ironically, she's also the only person I would ever trust with my secret. My love. I face my secretary and, uncaring of prying eyes, I reach for her hand. "I don't have an answer to this trouble with James" I frown before searching her gorgeous eyes again. "But I'm not going to let him pit us against each other, and besides...when you confessed about jumping bail and the rest, you told me everything I'd need to destroy your life" You foolish, brave love of mine... My gaze softens as well as my voice as a I say, gently squeezing her hand: "If we're going to handle what's coming, I want us to be equals" I take a deep breath and look her right in the eye before adding: "You trust me with your life, I trust you with mine" I feel Adele's hand squeezing mine back and warmth spreads through my veins. "I'm...I'm honoured, Zetta. Truly" "There's not much honor in it, but I appreciate the sympathetic ear all the same" I smile grimly. She mirrors my smile. The salty breeze from the ocean plays with our hair as we keep quiet. "Where do we go from here?" she asks after a moment. I can't tell if she refers to the final decision she needs to make in a few hours or if she's talking about us. I don't realise immediately how wickedly connected the two issues are. I decide to give her an honest answer: she deserves nothing less. "I don't know exactly. I hate to say it, but it's on you as much as me. I can give you support. I can give you lawyers. And I'll give it thought...but when it comes to the party tonight - well, do what your heart tells you" I know I'm probably out of my mind for exposing myself to this hazard, but I want to give you what James stripped away from you, my love: choice, freedom. I want you to be my equal, and God knows more than that. I squeeze her hand one last time and give my love a look filled with all the tenderness and affection I feel for her and can't express here before walking away. It's almost lunchtime, she needs space now and I have a lovely family reunion to attend.

[creative-aj]

TALES

OF

LILLYCO

                                                                                          Made for fun because I have been thinking of this for ages.

            PROLOGUE

Kari Anyu was living a normal life at home, she thought it was perfectly ordinary that her father was the chief of police, and her mother was the mayor of the town of LillyCo. But her friends and acquaintances at school all respected her, she understood, but it was kind of annoying how she always heard what she wanted to hear. She wanted some constructive criticism, not a bunch of requests that chicken wing flavored slushies should be legal. 

She thought of that and asked herself; 

“who the frick would drink something like that?” the other kids in her high school were all very weird, and her gym teacher was a furball of torture. 

She thought back to the time they were at basketball practice, and a student accidentally kicked her in the face with the ball so hard that she fell onto the pavement with a nosebleed and head injury. She was still told to lift weights while her wristbands were tied so tight that her paws were purple. That stuff was normal around here.

First, I will tell you about this said place and how it started.

There were 10 tribes all living together, but the most powerful leader of the light tribe, Amai Shan, decided that they should be split up because the tribes often quarreled a lot. Then, the leader of the dark tribe, Nightblade Kaii, disagreed. Saying that nobody should care about violence because it happens every day. This angered Amai, who everyone else agreed with, she made an announcement, and with a raise of her staff, the tribes were split up into different realms created by magic. The cave realm, the earth realm, the glitch realm, the ice realm, the aqua realm, the flame realm, the galaxy realm, the universe realm, the underground realm, the sky realm, and finally, the overworld. That last realm was empty, Amai, before retreating to her realm, brought in intelligent abnormal creatures, nekos, anthros, kitsune, cryptids, Lycans, paranormalities, and humanlike things with odd abilities. Others moved in, giving the place a name, LillyCo. They then elected a mayor, who made rules to follow. Soon, citizens were getting jobs and education, until there was a disagreement between humans and abnormalities, which created a battle lasting up until this very day. They still dislike each other, but prefer living their own lives….

….for now.

TALES 

OF LILLYCO

                        CHAPTER 1

One day, during Lillycan work hours, an old television with strict labels, DO NOT TURN ON BY ANY MEANS flickered. Static flashed on and off until seven children burst out of the screen. The children looked dirty and scratched up, one girl was bruised and beaten but managed to scramble to her tiny feet. 

“Hey! Is it just me or is this raincoat getting super tight around my chest?” she asked herself.

“Where exactly are we?” asked a boy with a chained foot

“Wherever we are, it’s probably better than that bloodbath of a world!” Another kid sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Um, sister? You can unbutton that you know.” A girl in an oversized hoodie put a quivering hand near the girl in the yellow raincoat

“BACK!!” she smacked her hand. “Don’t touch me there or I’ll bite you!!”

“Geez! Sorry, Six.”

Hope Anyu stood in shock.

“Wha-... I haven’t seen a surviving child from the Little Nightmares dimension in years! This is impossible, are you holograms?” she asked

“Uh.. no..?” said the coated girl

“Please, children. Introduce yourselves.” said Hope.

“M’kay. Six Mawchild.”

“Seven Mawchild”

“Four Mawchild”

“Flicker Mawchild”

“Noodle Mawchild”

“Ten Mawchild

“And Eleven Mawchild”

“Fascinating!” Said Hope. “Now, you may pass.” The children thanked her and passed into town, Six gave Seven a wet lick with her forked tongues.

“Hey, no biting.” he joked.

The children came to a large building, it looked like a hotel with multiple stories. Six absolutely hated sleeping outside, so she suggested they see about it. The children walked into a beautiful scenery. Paintings on the walls, a golden chandelier, spinning doors, and lots of corridors. Along with a lot of elevators. 

“Whoa!!” Eleven exclaimed, “It’s magnificent!”

“Hello there!” said the lady at the front desk, who appeared to be a humanized calico with the name, ‘Sarah’ on her collar. “Welcome to LillyCo elementary school and dormitory, are you here for a room?” 

“Yes, absolutely!” said Six. 

“Here are your keys then, enjoy your stay!” She handed everyone a card with a barcode and some room numbers on it, and a map of the place. When Six and Seven got into the room they were both placed in, Six fell onto the bed and sighed long and hard, 

“Aaahhh, Sev, have you ever lived somewhere so pampering?”

“Nowhere, not to mention there’s clean air here.” he looked out the window to the blue sky. 

“Yea, the air back in the maw was toxic.” said Six.

“We do NOT speak of it.” Seven grunted in a harsh tone, Six apologized. Suddenly, she felt really tired. 

“Sev, I'm gonna go to bed for a little while.”

“That’s okay, Six. I’ll be meeting with the others downstairs, goodbye, my love.” He kissed her on the cheek and walked out the door.

Six woke up sweating in the hot weather. She felt dizzy and woozy. 

“Darn, it feels like I forgot the AC.” she hopped out of bed, only to see an odd-looking chain necklace on her nightstand. It was linked together firmly with tiny chains, and an upside-down crucifix on it, it looked like a cross with two lines on the bottom. The necklace smoked as if infused with dark energy. “Bizzare,” she said. The dark energy was so alluring to her that she had to put it on. Upon wearing it, the cross shape was oddly heavy, she didn’t seem to mind it though. The smoky substance disappeared and gave Six a tingly feeling in her body. There was no doubt that this piece of jewelry was enchanted, and had strengthened her powers. 

“Oh, you found the thing I see.” said a distorted, familiar voice.

“What do you mean? It was on my nightsta- Gluttony?!” Six turned around to see a girl who looked identical to her, besides her black hair, pale skin, gleaming red eyes, tall horns that stuck straight out of her head, a glowing pentagram on her stomach, and two tails with stingers, one shaped like a heart, the other with a dagger-like end. This girl was once Six’s shadow and a voice in her head. “you look... Different.” Six was quite puzzled.

“So do you! Heck, when was the last time you wore peck-peck shorts and a cropped shirt?” Gluttony smirked. 

“Uh, never but-” Six was interrupted by a scream coming from the room two doors to the left of her. She swung her door open and ran there. She saw Flicker cowering in a corner hiding from a rubber spider on her dresser.

“KILL IT.” she demanded. “KILL IT NOW.” Six could barely hold back her laughter and collapsed. “What are you laughing at, Six?!” Flicker asked in an angry manner.

“That’s fake!!” Six giggled and picked up the spider. “Also, I saw Noodle placing it here.” 

“I need a talk with my brother, thank god it’s not real.” she vanished into thin air.

Seven came back later that night.

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” he said.

“Oh, it’s ok. I was planning on looking for you though.” said Six.

“You mustn't worry about me, dear.” Seven held Six’s hands in his.

“We should sleep now, goodnight.” Six kissed him on the lips and the two fell asleep hugging.

Seven was the first to wake up to an early start, he saw a blue light under a crack in the ceiling dripping water. He investigated the blue light and took the blanket off it. It seemed to be a wet foot brace in the shape of a fish, it smoked with blue energy and oozed water. He wanted to get a closer look at it but ended up taking his chain off quite easily and put on the foot brace where the shackle was. Energy took him over and he felt the brace lock onto him, he raised his hand pointed to the sink to test his water bending skills, but they were stronger than before, this thing was an enchanted charm of power.

“Ah, Nightblade was right. We do really suck at hiding stuff.” said a voice that sounded exactly like Seven. He slowly turned around hearing this. Seven saw a boy with a shadow child mask who looked similar to him, but a darker version, and had small horns and a stinger tail.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Me? Or that freak in the mirror?” asked the stranger.

“You.” Seven corrected him.

“Just call me pride, but I’m basically shadow Seven.” explained the stranger.

“Did I summon you by picking up this thing that won’t come off my foot?” asked Seven.

“Okay, first of all,” said Pride, “You didn’t even try, and second of all, no. you didn’t.”

“Oh, okay. So you’re like that horrible she-demon who tried to eat me alive?” Seven asked.

“You mean Gluttony?” Pride gave Seven a confused look. “No, I’m not like her, but I do like- know what? Nevermind.” he blushed but managed to cover it. Just then, Six awakened. 

“SEVENNN!! IT’S 3:00 IN THE MORNING AND I’M TRYING TO S.L.E.E.P!” she fell back asleep and pulled the blanket over her head. Seven began to sweat profusely.

“Dude, you ok?” asked Pride.

“No.,” said Seven, “She hates it when I wake her up..” 

Later that morning, at about 8:00 MA, Six was reading through a booklet about school when a bell rang. Six and Seven ran out with their school supplies and found their classroom after walking up 10 flights of stairs. 

“Well..” Six panted. “We’re gonna have to do this every weekday.”

“Great.” said Seven, “The last thing I want is to be out of breath before class all the time.”

Chapter 1 of TOC more coming shortly :)

Story by @fennekinstudioz all credit to her

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