#ofc you’re terrified cause what the hell is happening

[sohosaturn]

i really like the idea of springtrap containing a normal dude that was just unfortunate enough to die in the suit and rot in a room for 30 years

like in fnaf 3, he’s not trying to kill you, he’s just really confused and doesn’t know how to ask for help

[ephemerasnape]

Masked Man (Explicit) 🔞

⇉ Ashwinder Scout x OFC

“You’re about to find out what happens to pretty little shopkeepers who don’t pay their due.”

This one-shot takes place in the same universe as my fic, Paying the Piper, with the same characters.

Ashwinder extortion scenario gone wrong... Or, perhaps, gone right. 😉 CNC

↱ Smut. Pure filth. ☠️🔞

Read on ao3, or below.

The auburn Ashwinder Scout took a deep breath as he pushed open the back door to Oddments and Oddities.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!

It’s alright, he assured himself, stepping through the doorway. We’ve agreed. Hell, she asked for this. Explicitly. She even left the door unlocked. But still…

The young Scout, Oswald, was not totally comfortable with the situation he was walking into, but, boy, oh boy, his cock sure was. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so excited.

Narrowing his pale green eyes against the darkness, Oswald quietly made his way through the shop and up the stairs. It was dead quiet, and he feared he sounded rather like an erumpent on the old staircase. But he wasn’t really sneaking anywhere, he reminded himself, it’s all just for show.

The pale Ashwinder continued to creep until he reached the very top of the steps and surveyed the shopkeeper’s living space in the dim light. Ensuring his mask was firmly in place, he walked towards the door to the bedroom, his heart beating out of his chest. Carefully, he eased the door open, expecting it to squeak. It didn’t.

There, as expected, was the shopkeeper, Elisabeth, sleeping peacefully on her stomach. Her long black hair splayed across the pillows all around her, her white nightdress creeping up just enough to expose a bit of thigh. Oswald swallowed, remembering how she’d promised not to be wearing any undergarments, and couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the thought of what he was about to do.

As he approached the sleeping witch, his cock throbbed desperately with need. Hell. He wanted this just as much as she did.

He decided then and there to put away any doubts, any reservations, and embrace his role fully. He grinned underneath his mask, eyeing Elisabeth’s vulnerable body lasciviously. She wants it, he reminded himself.

The young Ashwinder reached down to unbutton his trousers with urgency, freeing his aching cock. He almost forgot to cast a silencing charm on the sleeping witch before he pounced on her.

Waking suddenly at the weight on her back, Elisabeth tried to scream, but failed to make a sound. Oswald chuckled, pinning the struggling witch down by her wrists as he leaned to whisper into her ear.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Elisabeth’s eyes went even wider with panic, her mouth open in silent protest.

“You’re about to find out what happens to pretty little shopkeepers who don’t pay their due.”

The small woman underneath Oswald bucked and scrambled desperately, trying to knock him off of her, but managing only to turn over so that he could see her terrified face better.

He knew it was an act but what an act. The Ashwinder felt his cock throb even more intensely at the idea of forcing her despite her protests. He wanted to do this.

I am a dark wizard after all..

“Calm down, love,” Oswald growled, insinuating himself between Elisabeth’s kicking legs. "If ya cooperate, this’ll be much more pleasant for ya.”

The Ashwinder leered down at the struggling witch, knowing that combined with his mask, his expression must look rather intimidating. Well, she wanted the big, bad Ashwinder…

Oswald pinned both of Elisabeth’s pale wrists in one hand and he hiked up her nightgown with the other, groaning as he discovered her completely unencumbered where it mattered. Let’s give her what she wants, then..

“Ready fer me, aren’t ya, you little slut?” he hissed, becoming slightly irritated as the witch fought to keep her thighs closed.

Well, she did mention wanting me to rough her up.. “There’ll be none of that,” he growled, smacking Elisabeth hard across the face with his free hand, causing her expression to contort into a grimace of pain and fear. He then wrapped his fingers around her throat, squeezing just enough to demonstrate her vulnerability without causing any actual harm.

“Be a good girl for me and I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, the threat subtle but impactful. Oswald gazed down at Elisabeth, eyes dark with lust as he felt her go slack in his grasp.

“That's it... Good girl,” he said as he released her pinned wrists and used his free hand to line his cock up with her entrance.

So wet.. Just as I suspected. She enjoys being afraid. 

Feeling an intense urgency to be buried inside the witch, Oswald forced his cock into the shopkeeper as deep as it would go, as quickly as he could manage. “Ahhh!” he groaned at the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him, and he wasted no time in beginning to fuck Elisabeth in earnest.

“I told you.. you’d pay,” he grunted in between thrusts, “that tribute.. one way.. or another..”

He released Elisabeth’s throat then, his hands roaming her body as he pounded her. “Gods..”

Somehow, her pussy felt tighter than he’d remembered. Perhaps this was part of the act – pretending to have her body fight him in every possible way.

The Scout was a kind and gentle soul, really, but deep inside of his psyche he couldn’t deny that the idea of forcing himself on a woman held a sort of primal appeal.

Oswald moaned at how amazing Elisabeth’s pussy felt as he slammed into her over and over again, fucking the helpless witch with abandon.

Still a novice when it came to sex, Oswald felt himself getting close far too quickly. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly while he tried distract himself by thinking of the Queen of Muggle England.

“Victoria,” he wheezed, and Elisabeth furrowed her brow in confusion. Oswald opened his eyes and gazed down at her lovingly, then remembered his role and schooled his expression to a more hardened one.

“I’m about to fill you,” he hissed, fucking her so hard it was as if he was trying to impale her womb with his cock. “Your pussy is mine.”

The shopkeeper’s wide eyes and silent protests just added to the experience as he jackhammered into her cunt wildly for a few moments before stilling deep inside of her, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Merlin… Fuck,” he exclaimed, his hips stuttering against Elisabeth’s a few times as he emptied himself fully into her, then collapsed on top of the witch, panting.

Finally remembering himself, Oswald straightened up, fixing his intense gaze on the trembling shopkeeper.

“You’ll be a good girl from now on and pay the damn tribute, won’t you,” he spoke softly, stroking the witch’s face with mock tenderness and affection.

Elisabeth nodded.

“Just remember, if ya don’t, I can have a dozen men here in minutes...”

If you like Oswald, check out his main fic, Paying the Piper.

[cooliofango]

Could you do a male y/n x moira please? A mix of fluffy and nsfw headcannons would be nice.

Fluff and NSFW HC

Moria O’Deorain x M! Reader

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I’ll get to work on this asap! Ofc, you’ll know when it’s done when it’s posted so enjoy the headcanons! I apologize if there isn’t a lot of them since it will be my first time writing out anything for NSFW. Though headcanons are a good start- so thanks!

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Fluff

Moira is generally a more reserved person when you first meet her. Obviously, not out of shyness. She simply puts her work above everything, including herself- which is made obvious thanks to her abilities caused by using herself as a test subject.

Having feelings for you was probably the last thing she had expected to happen. She actually tried to mask these feelings to herself by working around it. She proposed to herself that she could just use you as a test subject and to use these feelings for you to gain your trust to make the experimenting process easier.

However, when she went to construct this plan, her love for you over powered her desire- something that came as a surprise to her. 

Never in her life has she desired something above her precious experiments, so she became curious. When she had came into terms with her emotions, she immediately confesses to you the soonest chance she gets. And when you reciprocate these emotions, she’s ecstatic. No, not all giddy or overly emotional about it, but she’s content.

Through this relationship, you get to see a side of Moira she never has shown before. Not because she was insecure about it or embarrassed about this side of her in any way. She just didn’t have a reason to be caring or compassionate to someone until you came into her life. 

Now she isn’t all overly romantic and dramatic with how she shows her love. In her eyes, she prefers to keep things private. The most she’ll do PDA wise will be a quick kiss on the lips as she passes by before continuing on her way to wherever she was heading.

While on the topic of PDA, if you initiate it, she will not complain. Hell- you may even surprise her enough to fluster her if you pull the right cards- though that alone isn’t the easiest task since she isn’t one for surprises.

However, when she isn’t working and she has free time, she likes to be at your side whenever she can. This especially applies if you’re both off work.

Her favorite way to spend time with you is to just relax at home. She’ll make the two of you dinner and you two can eat as you watch movies and cuddle on the couch.

With some research- I’ve come to find out that this woman is 6′5″. So you know that you’ll most likely get a teasing yet affectionate nickname based on the fact that you’re shorter than her- unless you’re miraculously taller than her (As a short person, you terrify me if this is the case).

If you work in Talon with her, she’s always subtly looking out for you while around base and on the field. It’s notable that she always takes better care of you when taking care of your wounds than she does with most of the other Talon agents.

If you are in Overwatch, then she plays it extra careful when it comes to PDA- if she ever does any PDA at all. With Overwatch being a main target against Talon, it makes a relationship a tad difficult. However, she makes it work to the best of her ability.

NSFW

I personally believe that Moira would be a top as one who likes things to go the way she wants them to. She enjoys being the one on control more often then not. There might be a few times where she’ll let you be in control, but- usually- it won’t be for too long. 

She loves to tease you with a slightly smug look on her face. Watching you’re expressions and reactions are part of what she adores about it.

Moira is more than open to experimenting and trying new things. All you have to do is ask and she’ll provide. She’ll study your reaction to whatever you two decide to try to see if you enjoy it or not, while also deciding whether or not she enjoys it as well.

Moira isn’t one to be too vocal. She prefers to keep her own sounds on the quieter side of things.

I hope you have a bit of a high pain tolerance, because with those nails, there is no way in hell that you aren’t going to get scratched up in some kind of way. This can range from your back and shoulders when she’s riding you to your thighs when she holds them open when giving oral and/or teasing you.

Moira doesn’t mind being marked, nor does she mind marking you. She’ll place a hickey on a place that isn’t easy to hide just to mess with you if she’s in the mood for showing you off. She doesn’t bother to hide her own bruises if you were to put them in a place where there is a chance that they would be visible. Moira may actually show a small bit of pride in them, gladly answering truthfully if asked what they were (or more so confirming that they are, indeed, hickeys as the other may suspect).

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Aaand done! I hope you enjoy these! I actually had a bit of fun writings these~ ^^

[uwurakax]

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-> saw a post about mermay and recently got my friend to watch h2o just add water (my favourite ofc) and obviously my inner aussie needed this drabble. i might expand or elaborate, i’m just a bit sad atm so this made me feel better xx

(( not proofread, 1am, aint nobody got time for that ))

h2o + hq masterlist here

okay so imagine this:

you’re not too sure how it’s happened, an off chance exploration to cure your boredom while you were on holidays with your family. you didn’t know how it happened, but the hidden and untouched cave you somehow managed to stumble across felt worthwhile.

you’d always felt close and at home in the ocean, but for the first time you felt terrified. one minute the water was so blue, so calm and crystal clear, and the next it turned rougher, warmer. the bubbles surrounding you abnormally. unnatural.

and once the bubbling around you stopped, you came to notice a scaly tail where your legs should have been. it didn’t take long to realise that when you were wet, or had gotten wet, your legs were traded for a orange, fishy tail.

you tried so hard to forget that holiday, putting that memory and water behind you. actively avoiding it like the plague, you wondered how big an impact this would actually have on your life. surely you could manage?

so what’s a few extra minutes added to your shower routine? so what if you had to take extra precautions around something as basic as taking a drink? so what if you had to faint and fake illness when it rained? and so what if you had to give up on the sport you loved most, lest you pop a tail and be the next main attraction at sea world?

you weren’t going to lie, it utterly sucked and you had no idea what to do with yourself. that was until you were offered a spot as manager for your schools volleyball team.

you weren’t too sure how you felt about it honestly, not really knowing the details or even rules about it. somehow though, you found yourself back the next afternoon, chatting with the coach and officially becoming part of the volleyball team.

was it the cute players? did one catch your eye? whatever it was, you soon became a part of the little squad, and the hole in your heart that was left from the incident started to heal. slowly but surely. you had managed, somehow, balancing your life and secret to a point where you almost forgot about the freak that you were. months had passed, and the normality that was taken for granted started to come back to you. but like all good things, it couldn’t last forever.

you knew he didn’t mean it, accidentally bumping you as you carried the drinks causing them to spill all over you. you dropped everything, quickly noticing that the towels had soaked and you had to leave now!

you’d reassure him later, hearing the tone of his voice as he called out to you, trying to profusely apologise. under normal circumstances, you’d have laughed, waved away his worries and told him it was okay, that it was “no big deal, and you could wash your shirt anyway”.

but this wasn’t normal circumstances, and you weren’t normal. not anymore.

you wished you could’ve had time, to find some decent place to run to, but alas life seemed to love giving you the short end of the stick, and now here you are; in the boys’ locker room showers, on the floor with the shiny wet tail behind you. it was hard to push, hard to move, and anxiety increased within you.

what the hell were you going to do now?

looking around, you tried to find something. some towel or cloth that could help you dry quickly enough to go back to normal. you thought better of it though. you were already on the grungy floor of the boys locker room, were you really that desperate for a towel that most likely sat used?

you so badly wanted to say no, that it was gross to all hell and you’d sit there and wait to air dry off. that didn’t last long though, and soon enough you heard the voices of the team behind the door, calling out to you and wanting to know if you were okay.

you yelled out that you were just fine and for them to go and leave. there was hushed whispers, and soon enough the footsteps retreated. breathing out a sigh of relief, you plopped your head down onto the ground in your arms, mentally exhausted at the close call. you felt bad, you really did, and you’d apologise to them soon enough.

you didn’t last long in your stupor though, anxiousness growing once again as you heard him softly call out to you as you turned and watched in horror as the door handle was pushed down.

[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their  children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

no

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

moriarty the patriot general taglist: @zoehanji

[capt-spooki3]

Hey hi hello, how are you doing, i miss you and am .5 seconds away from spamming all your work with likes and reblogs 💕☺️

So I've been thinking (uh oh).... Being close with Tommy and tubbo and telling them ur terrified to meet techno cause mans is so scary to you, and they tell him you're scared cause they're little shits. A d cut to like a few days later where you have to talk to him for smthn and he's making fun of youand teasing you relentlessly cause he knows you were visibly nervous to meet him, but he's being really nice besides the teasing. Thoughts? Interpretations?

You don't even have to respond, just know that I love you and your stuff and hope you have the best day because you deserve nothing less◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

( ˘ ³˘)♥

am i positive if you're asking me for a fic? No, not entirely.

Am i going to write you one anyway because you're so sweet? Yes absolutely and now presenting:

My Unexpected Tutor

Platonic college au!Technoblade and Y/n

(plus besties with the rest of the sbi ofc 😌)

(Hope this is okay, i just took my own interpretation of it and changed it just a little👌)

Warnings: cursing, teasing, nervousness(idk)

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With the final bell ringing and college classes ending for the day, you snatched up your bag and book you’ve read off and on that week before heading over to the courtyard that was near the on-campus dorms. Stopping by a vending machine first to grab a drink then seating yourself on a bench and getting comfortable while you wait for your company to arrive.

“Yeah! And that’s- HA! That’s when Wilbur just… oh!-” The nearing sound of Tommy’s voice cut off along with the softer laughing from Tubbo. You were very obviously engrossed in your book, but now you just feigned reading as you listen closely to the sound of slow footsteps nearing behind your bench. The two of them were horrible about being sneaky since you could easily hear hushed laughs as they desperately tried keeping each other quiet.

Right as you heard them stop moving, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself before turning around suddenly and lunging at them over the back of the bench with a half effort grab at Tommy’s extended hand, and yelling. Tommy screamed back, stumbling back a  few paces and Tubbo just stumbled before backing up to the bench and busted out laughing.

“Ey what the hell!” He scoffed despite not being able to hold back his growing smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ll remember that bitch, I’m gonna get you back.” he walked over to you and sat on the other side of the bench, giving you a hard glare when you laughed a little bit though it was mostly from Tubbo’s hysterical laughter. He took a deep breath and calmed himself so he could jump over the back of the bench and sit between you and Tommy.

The two boys were your underclassmen, being freshmen while you were a sophomore. The three of you met in your coding class. You were there mostly to get your English degree and major in said area, but you figured while you had the opportunity you would take classes on things you didn’t know much about. There, you met Wilbur, a senior and Tommy’s oldest brother, and he helped you quite a bit with understanding bits of coding that were a bit too confusing for you at first and were quickly becoming friends with him. That was until Tommy entered the picture. First, you just saw him as Wilbur’s chaotic younger brother who just happened to be in the coding class as well but after some insisting that you get to know him from Wilbur, you hung out one weekend in the library. One weekend turned to two then almost every weekend once he introduced you to Tubbo as well and you all had become a true trio.

You got to know Tommy’s family pretty well. His single father, Phil, who was just like a second parent to you now, and Wilbur who acted just like the older brother you never had. You knew them well despite having known them all for less than a year. The only hang-up is when it came to Tommy’s other brother. You knew he had an actual name, but only knew him by his nickname since that’s what everyone referred to him by. That would be Technoblade. The two of you had a couple of literature classes together and the fact that he was only one grade above you, you’d figure that you could befriend him with ease. Now, it’s not like he was big and scary, he was more tall and lanky but he was smart and he had some vibe around him that just petrified you. You couldn’t ever build up the courage to be around him which made it quite an issue since you were best friends with his brother, though this wasn’t an issue you had ever brought up to any of them.

“So how did classes go for you guys today?” You asked as you pulled one of your legs up onto the bench and closed your book which you held close to your chest.

“Fucking shitty! I got a fuck ton of extra work, like I know it’s college and the weekend but let me live.”

“We got one essay to write, it’s two pages long.” Tubbo reiterated with a smile while Tommy grumbled and leaned his head back so he was looking up at the sky. “What about you Y/n?”

“It wasn’t bad, I don’t have any extra work other than a bit of coding to do. Oh speaking of, Tommy?” You reached your foot over and kicked his leg to get his attention, only continuing when he was looking at you. “Is Will gonna be free at all? ‘Cause I need some help with this stuff.”

Tommy perked up a bit, sitting up to get his phone out. “Oh you're right, I actually need help with it too.” He mumbled while texting and staring at the screen as he waited for a reply. “Uhh okay so he says… I’m visiting some friends so I won’t have time… blah blah uh but ask Techno, I heard he’s pretty good at coding. Nice! That’s perfect, you can just come over to my house and-”

“Ah, you know what- I actually think I’m okay.” You quickly interrupted him, pulling your laptop out of your bag to aimlessly scroll through the assignment you were given. “It can’t even be that hard I’m sure… I can figure it out.” You said with as much confidence as you could muster despite knowing full well you’ll be completely lost as soon as you try to start on the work.

“Come on, we both know that’s a lie, you're so shit at this stuff.” He said light-heartedly and watched you ‘work’. “Seriously, just come over. I’m sure Techno is good at this stuff, if anything we can pay him to do the work.”

“It’s fine- really. I think I’ll just wait for Monday, I can ask Wilbur for help then.” You closed your laptop, keeping your gaze on it for a moment before looking over at Tubbo and Tommy who were giving you both a puzzled look. “What?”

“You don’t…” Tubbo started to speak but Tommy pushed him back with an arm on the chest so he could lean over to look at you closer.

“You don’t have a crush on Techno, do you?” He said and squinted at them as if disgusted by the thought.

“What!? No!” You sat up taller and looked at him, baffled that he resorted to that.

“Well, then what the hell is the problem! Just come over and he can teach us!” 

“I just… he’s kinda…” You grew flustered and found a loss for good words as you realized you were going to admit this. “He’s scary.”

Tommy busted out laughing and wheezed hard, doubling over as he coughed and laughed some more, stumbling over words as he tried to talk but was laughing too hard. Even tubbo who was trying to hold back, joined Tommy which only made them bounce off each other in their hysterics.

“Wha- I’m serious! Do you two not think he’s intimidating!?” You looked at both of them desperately as you could feel the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

“He’s literally-” Tubbo’s laughter interrupted him. “He’s a nerd! How the hell is he scary?” He settled down a bit and nudged Tommy to get him to calm down too, luckily he got his fit of laughter out.

“Oh my god, no I’ve got to go home now.” He grabbed his backpack that had been discarded behind the bench and looked at you once more before laughing more. “Scared of Techno- oh my god. That's good, that’s a good one. Bye bitches!” He saluted both of you before running off.

“Tommy I swear to god if you tell anyone I will deck your shit!!” You stood up, holding your laptop in hand, to yell at him but just stood there defeated once he turned a corner around a building. Tubbo got up beside you, laughing as he put his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I wish I could give him the benefit of the doubt… but he’s gonna tell Techno. And Wilbur. And Phil for sure.” 

“Yeah... I’m sure he will. I’m going to my dorm, I’ve got to call my mom.”

“Aww-” You put your hand over his mouth, but took it away as soon as he shut up so he wouldn’t lick your palm.

“Shut- I don’t wanna hear shit from you too. Anyway, get home soon and don’t get kidnapped.” You turned away to put your laptop and book into your backpack and zipped it up before pulling it over one shoulder. You looked back at Tubbo and put your fist up to him.

“I’ll kick them in the balls, don’t worry.” He laughed a little and bumped his fist to yours and walked backward a few paces, waving at you. “Tell your mom I said hi!”

You waved back at him and stood to wait and watch him walk off along the stone path until he was fully out of sight to make your way to your dorm, which was right in the courtyard area.

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Monday came around and with the school day partially over, you made your way to your coding class. You of course didn't end up doing the assigned homework even though you gave it a good try and just decided to rely on Wilbur's help.

You walked into class and took in a deep breath, it was always cool and smelt of coffee since the teacher brewed a cup before your class every day. Making your way over to your usual computer you looked over to see Tommy sitting in your spot beside Wilbur and chatting to him. You guessed he heard you coming or saw Wilbur look your way because he looked back and grinned wide which never meant good.

"Ey look at who it is! Wonderful seeing you again, how was your weekend?"

"Fine." You said, looking down at him and kicking his foot. "I don't like how you're acting, what the hell did you do?"

He just feigned innocence and looked offended that you could assume such a thing. "Me? Me!?" He leaned forward, hand gracefully on his chest. "I cannot believe you right now, I'm hurt Y/n! Truly hurt."

You scoffed with an eye roll and sat on the other side of Wilbur since the seat was free. As soon as you set your bag down and went to turn toward the two, Wilbur was already facing you and leaning on the desk area for the keyboard in a way that looked like he needed to say something in secret.

"You good?"

He just waved you down and you leaned forward to listen. "You're not… actually afraid of Technoblade are you?"

"Tommy you little shit!" You jumped up, nearly hitting Wilbur but he moved back in time. Tommy laughed and fled to the other side of the room where he normally sat so you just grumbled and took your seat.

"Well?"

"Is no one else? He's intimidating, I feel like he'd call me out on all my insecurities if I inconvenienced him. And THEN he would hold me at knifepoint till I left him alone."

Wilbur snorted and hung his head as he softly laughed, you reached over and hit his arm before leaning closer to whisper. “I’m serious Wilbur! He scares me!”

He looked back up at you with the most amused look. “Come on, you can’t be friends with this family without knowing techno. Honestly. Talk to him today. You two have the same literature class at the end of the day right?” He asked as he sat up and leaned back into his chair to turn his computer on and log into the coding website.

“I mean yeah but- what does that have to do with anything.” You asked, but Wilbur didn’t reply as he just stared at his screen so you leaned forward to get into his peripheral vision. “Will, what does that have to do with anything? I’m not talking to him, I hope you know that.”

-

You were wrong. Nearing the end of your literature class, you sat there listening to the teacher while completely lost on the assignment. Usually, it wouldn’t be too much of an issue because you would just give it the best attempt you could and see where you messed up at the end to better understand the work. It wasn’t the best tactic but you liked it better than having to ask for help. But now, this was a big and grade-determining assignment, not one you could afford to flunk.

The class was given five minutes to start on or look over the work at the end of the class. You leaned back in your chair, staring at your paper at a loss, and listened to the sound of people moving around the class near you. You didn’t try to look up since you assumed it was friends going to sit together and gossip. That was until you noticed someone took the seat beside you and shuffled a bit closer. Pulling the paper away from your face to look, you froze instantly upon locking eyes with Technoblade who was smiling lightly. You had never seen him this close, the most notable thing was his dyed light pink hair that had grown out brown roots and you could even see in his smile how his top and bottom canine teeth were a bit longer than normal and looked like he had small fangs and tusks.

He pushed his glasses up before crossing his arms and leaning forward on his desk. “Hey so I know you’re terrified of me, but it looks like you’re having a bit of an issue.” You opened your mouth to speak but were just met with a loss for words and just averted your eyes, continually glancing back at him for a moment as you were unsure what to do. He snorted lightly, bringing his hand up to stifle his laugh, and cleared his throat. “Yeah sorry for bein’ so big and scary but I can help ya. Come one, show me what you are confused with Y/n.”

“You- you know my name?” You looked right at him finally to which he raised an eyebrow at you quizzically.

“Well yeah. Did you really expect me not to? You’re besties with both of my brothers and my dad loves having you over. I was just waiting for you to say hi to me.” He leaned back, fidgeting with a ring with his hands. “Didn’t think you’d actually be scared of me, thank Tommy for snitching. He talked about it all weekend.”

You groaned, leaning forward to run your hands over your face and sigh, swearing that you’d smack him once school was out.

“Oh shi-” You looked at Techno and he was checking the time on his phone. “Hey, class is about to end. You’re not gonna be busy are you?”

“Uh… not, no I’m not.”

“Great.” He got up, moving the desk back to its original place and trotting over to grab his bag, and looking back to you. “Get your stuff and meet me at the south entrance, we can work on it back at my house.” And without giving you a chance to try to object, he called to the teacher saying that he was going to leave a minute early to get his stuff together since he rented a locker a bit away from the classroom and the teacher waved him off.

Reluctantly, you went back to your dorm which was close to where you had class. You dropped off unneeded books and grabbed a granola bar from a box you kept in your room then headed toward the entrance Techno told you to meet him at. And of course, walking up the sidewalk to the doors you saw him there sitting on a bench with his bag beside him. He saw you and jumped up, waving you over to him as he started walking immediately. While you were still behind him, you sent a picture to Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur of him walking in front of you and adding the caption ‘i did it :P’. 

The two of you chatted while you walked through the neighborhood and despite light teasing on how scary he was, he was easy to talk to and you had a lot in common with him. It was a shame you hadn’t taken the initiative to talk to him before. In no time, you were walking through the door after him into the familiar home where Phil greeted you with a surprised but happy look and offered snacks which Techno graciously took before heading to his room.

To your surprise, Technoblade is the best tutor you have ever had. He is attentive and incredibly patient when trying to figure out where you are having struggles and he’s smart. Like he knows every single bit of what is supposed to be brand new information from the class. Not even two hours into him helping you, you understood the assignment completely and you both spent the next three hours sitting on his bed and working together. You joked with him and he held the same energy while keeping the focus on working and even swapped laptops with him to check it over for each other.

You broke your gaze from the endless lines of text on your laptop screen to look at the window and seeing the orange sky around trees and over top of houses that indicated the setting sun. “Oh my gosh!” You scrambled off the bed, carefully stuffing papers back into your bag. “I didn’t even realize what time it was- Technoblade thank you a million for helping me. I appreciate it so much, but I need to get back to my dorm! I promised my roommate I’d help her cook dinner tonight.” You grabbed your laptop off of the bed and put it into your bag, closing it all up quickly.

Slinging it over your shoulder and adjusting it, you turned to make your way out of the room but you were stopped by a tug and looked back to see Techno holding onto your bag and looking displeased. “Not yet.”

“Wha- I need to go though-”

“It’s a tradition in this house to hug anyone before they leave, you should know that from my dad.” He let go and opened his arms up to you.

You turned to him and tilted your head a little. “You’re joking…”

He just smiled smugly and waited. You glanced at the doorway but gave in and closed the bit of distance, hugging him to which he returned snugly and spoke softly to you. “You’re a good person. I’m glad to have gotten to know you and I hope you’ll come back. I promise I’m not all that bad.” With that, he slowly let go and patted your arm before gently shoving you toward the doorway and plopping down on his bed. “Have a good night!”

“Uh.. yeah, you too!” You said back, still surprised by the exchange. His words swam through your mind as you went to leave the house, hugging Phil on your way out and wishing him a good night as well. Finally checking your phone on the walk home, you found a supportive and proud text from Wilbur, a dirty joke from Tommy, and something in between from Tubbo.

You laughed to yourself, amused by the differences in the messages. It was times like these that you most found appreciation for the three. Mentally you had to correct yourself though. The whole family was good. This you can say for sure now.

[mypoisonedvine]

hi could u maybe do a highschool au where they are of age ofc with either Steve or Carter bullying the reader? <3

yes, yes I can!  going with carter for this once cause that’s my baby

You didn’t understand why he refused to just leave you alone.

Up until fourth grade, adults always said it was just because he had a crush on you.  You never knew what to do with that.  What difference did it make if he had a crush on you?  He was making your life hell and no one cared.

Then from fifth to maybe about seventh, it was some stupid psychology thing about how he was probably working through his own insecurities.  And that did add some context but it wasn’t enough to make you sympathetic to him.  After all, he had given you plenty of insecurities and you weren’t out there bullying anybody; what gives?

And then from then on to high school, it wasn’t about anything except power.  “Don’t react, that’s what gives him power,” that was the company line.  And to be fair, by now you were pretty good at ignoring him, but he was also pretty good at seeing through your attempt to feign disaffection; by now, he knew that he got to you, and he knew how to do it perfectly.

More than anyone else may ever have in the history of everything, you were excited for the last day of high school.  You were finally fucking done, and you could leave this shithole behind and never see any of these people ever again-- Carter Baizen especially included.

You knew that he would probably be the worst he’d ever been, one last hurrah to try to twist the knife before he lost his favorite punching bag.  But you couldn’t even care, because for the first time, he didn’t have tomorrow.  It was just one day.  After basically your entire life with him there to cut you down, you could survive one day.  He couldn’t do a single thing to surprise you now, you’d seen it all from him, and tomorrow you were done, forever.

Everyone else was emotional: signing yearbooks, hugging goodbye, promising to write and call and text.  You were just trying to lay low (like always) and make it to the end, a rare sense of hope starting to warm your chest.

It was all pretty quiet until lunch, where he went off-campus to get a cherry slushie only to come back and promptly spill it down the front of your shirt.  The others laughed, and for the first time... you did too.

Apparently, you could still surprise him.  His eyes went wide with confusion and rage when you began to laugh and look down at your ruined shirt.

“Refreshing!” you beamed.  “Sorry to see your eight dollar extra large slush go to waste on my hand-me-down shirt that’s worth even less.”

He sneered, but couldn’t seem to find anything sassy to say.

“Speechless?  That’s new,” you rolled your eyes.  “I’ll go clean up and change, and check up with you when I get back to see if you thought of any good comebacks yet.”

A few of the others dared to gasp in awe at your bravery, or even laugh at him, but his glare shut them up quick.  You turned on your heel and made your way to the gymnasium locker room, where a shower was calling your name to wash the sticky, sugary drink off of your skin.  You didn’t have time to dawdle before your next period, but maybe a tardy on the last day of school wouldn’t be the end of the world.

The shower was relaxing, especially with a new weight lifted from your shoulders; that look on his face when you laughed with him... priceless.  Almost worth all the years of torture.  

Your giddyness faded when you heard a sound from the other side of the flimsy plastic curtain.  Just as you opened your eyes and leaned out from the stream of water, a hand yanked the curtain aside and you screamed, instantly getting pinned to the tile wall by Carter himself.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled.

“Get the fuck out!” you yelped, but he covered your mouth with his hand and glared down at you.

“You stuck up little fucking cunt,” he continued.  “Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with, huh?  Since when do you think you can talk to me like that?  Nobody talks to me like that!”

You shuddered and sobbed and struggled against his grip, but he held fast and you were just too weak to challenge him at all.

“All these years, you never stood up to me,” he recalled, his rage softening into almost a wistfulness.  “You never talked back.  You never even tried.  You just... let me do it.  And the craziest thing of all, you never said what I know you wanted to say.”

Your struggle slowed to a stop as you looked up at him, eyes wet with tears (and yes, all of you was wet from the shower, but this was different).  His gaze was dark and penetrating; his face was stoic.

“You never asked me what you wanted to ask, all this time,” he continued, nearly whispering.  “And now it’s almost all over.  It’s the last day of high school and I think it’s time that you do it... go ahead.  Ask.”

He lowered his hand from your mouth and you took a soft but gasping breath as you searched his face for... something; you didn’t find it.  Swallowing, you meekly spoke aloud the question that had been weighing on your heart from the day it all began, the question you had wanted to scream at him every hour of every day for most of your life: “Why?”

His tone was somber and gentle as he answered, “because I love you.”

The kiss was actually soft at first, until you realized it was happening and started to fight him again.  But he was totally undeterred, holding you by your face and kissing you deeper, ignoring entirely your fists beating on his shoulders and trying to push him away.  You hummed angrily against his lips, your grunts of protest lost when he forced his tongue into your mouth.  

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips, pulling you closer until your naked body was pressed against his clothes, soaked by the shower.  “I love you, so much.  Let me show you the right way.”

Forcing himself on you on the shower was absolutely not the right way, and you were so confused, so paralyzed, so terrified of him that you simply went limp and gave into it.  The good news for you is that you got the answer to your question, the one you had never let yourself ask.  But he won in the end, because he got back the only thing he needed to own you completely: tomorrow.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hello! Your answer to that last request absolutely ruined me (in the best way possible)

If you'd like to leave it completely ambiguous that's fine, but I was wondering about an Impulse POV of what goes through his mind when he wakes up and sees Tango? Depending on whether the game ends immediately after that, whether him and Brody have to do something extra to end the game, or if you want to go full bad ending and have the game carry on in that broken state forever.... It could be very different each way, but I'd certainly love to read that aftermath if you would enjoy writing it (because obviously I'm not in enough pain already :D /s)

this is a sequel to this one :D very glad that two of my favourite requesters liked it enough to ask for a follow up!

I also love my Patented Vaunna Uncertain Endings (as Shade put it lol) bc it leads to at least one person yelling at me and at least one follow-up request demanding to know what happens (/pos ofc i love all you guys’ requests)

also yes i’m so sorry Raven i only just realised i wasnt following you asdfghjkl i thought i already was

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Impulse opens his eyes. Letting out a groan, he sluggishly pushes himself into a sitting position. His head feels like it’s being clamped in a vice, but he has enough wits to register the scene in front of him.

Tango is lying in a pool of blood just a foot away from him, arm outstretched towards him as if trying to reach him.

He can’t stop staring at his best friend’s body. Tango is clearly dead, and Impulse remembers causing it. So why hasn’t the game ended? It should have ended when Brody killed Endless, but it didn’t. Now the only two people left on the ship are the two imposters. There’s literally nothing else that can be done to end the game, except…

Impulse glances down at Tango’s tablet, then at the upload panel. At this point, he’ll do anything to end this game, even if it means losing.

So he picks up Tango’s tablet, ignoring the almost painful tingle shooting through his hand. The game’s code is uncomfortable with him picking up a crewmate’s tablet. And even though he can’t see the screen, he knows what the last task is. So he hopes that the game will let him complete it. There shouldn’t be any protocols in place to stop this; after all, when would an imposter EVER want to do a crewmate’s task?

“What are you-?” comes Brody’s voice suddenly.

Impulse turns to find Brody freezing at the sight of Tango’s body.

“We’re the only two left,” Impulse confirms. “We gotta finish the last task, even if it means we lose. Otherwise we might be trapped here forever.”

Brody slowly nods. He and Impulse are in an odd state; the imposter bloodlust is slowly starting to wear off, leaving him with an uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and horror at the sight of his old friend’s dead body.

“I think I might throw up,” he groans, turning away and doubling over, hands pressed to his stomach.

Impulse just keeps going with the task, his heart starting to beat faster. He hopes this will work. If it doesn’t…

...he can’t think about that.

As the upload finishes, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath.

He feels something shift around him…

…and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in the lobby.

But only one other person is there with him.

Impulse and Brody slowly look around the room, registering their situation, before simultaneously meeting each other’s gaze.

“This is really bad,” says Brody after a moment, stating aloud what they’re both thinking.

Impulse nods, trying and failing to suppress the feeling of cold terror rapidly growing in his stomach. “Y-Yeah. Where are our friends and why aren’t they here?”

Recalling Etho teaching him how to access the code, Brody pulls up the admin screen. Impulse anxiously watches him tap away at it.

“Is it possible to go back to that exact game?” he asks hesitantly.

“I think so. Gimme a sec.”

After a tense few minutes, an open doorway appears in the side of the lobby. Through it, Impulse can see the Skeld cafeteria.

“I’ve altered your code slightly so you should be able to see and hear ghosts,” Brody says. “Go see if you can find out where our friends are. I’ll stay here and make sure you don’t get trapped there.”

Impulse takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good luck, my friend.”

“I’m gonna need it.”

Impulse carefully steps through the door, half expecting it to vanish behind him. But to his relief, it doesn’t.

Where the heck is he supposed to start?

After a moment, Impulse goes into admin. But the admin table tells him nothing except his own location. Next, he rushes over to security. Again, however, the cameras yield nothing useful.

Time for Plan C.

“SKIIIIIIIIIZZ!” Impulse shrieks, running madly through the hallways. “TANGOOOO! ETHOOOOOOOOOO!”

For a worrying minute or so, there’s no replies at all.

Then…

“Impulse!”

He skids to a halt in the hallway between weapons and shields, his head automatically snapping round to face the direction he heard the voice yell his name from.

That’s when he sees two ghosts flying towards him from navigation. “Tango! Etho!”

“Impulse, you can see us?!” yelps Tango. “And hear us?!”

Impulse nods. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, a-are you two okay? I’m so sorry!”

“This isn’t your fault, Impulse,” Etho says firmly. “You were just playing the game. And don’t worry, I’ve managed to save everyone else.”

“What?” Impulse’s heart skips a beat. “How?”

“I was able to access their code and send them back to their respective servers. Skizzle, Joker, Astro, Mrs Tango, Endless, and Evil are all safe.”

“Oh, thank God,” breathes Impulse. “What about you two?”

“I couldn’t manage to access Hermitcraft’s code,” Etho responds. “So I couldn’t send us back there. I think it’s something to do with the firewalls X put up a few years ago.”

“Damnit. What’s going on, Etho? Why’re there so many glitches?”

“I don’t know. But if we get out of this alive, we should definitely give this game a break for a while until it’s fixed.”

“I’ll second that,” Tango mutters. “But wait, how did you get here?”

“Brody managed to open a door here from the lobby. Oh, wait! Maybe you can come through it with me!”

He takes the ghosts to the cafeteria, where the doorway to the lobby is still shimmering.

“Brody, I found Tango and Etho,” Impulse reports to his friend. “Everyone else is safe. Can they come through the doorway?”

Brody hesitates. “They should be able to. Come through first, quickly.”

Impulse goes through the door again and turns back to face his friends.

“Will it be safe for us to come through in ghost form?” Tango asks nervously.

“Ah…” Brody grimaces. “It should be fine.”

Tango is not encouraged by his friend’s tone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not,” admits Brody. “The likelihood that the game will either glitch or not let you through and delete you forever is worryingly high, but… I think this is the only way. If we don’t give it a go, you’ll be stuck in this weird purgatory forever.”

Tango shoots a glance at Etho, who’s gazing at the doorway anxiously, and makes a quick decision. “I’ll try it first. Then you’ll know if it’s safe for Etho or not.”

“What?” Etho glances sharply at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. 100%. I’m terrified outta my mind right now, but there’s no way I’m watching you go through that thing and disappear forever. No way in hell.”

Not daring to meet Etho’s eyes, Tango turns to the doorway and takes a deep breath.

“Tango, wait.”

Tango pauses and turns back to his friend. “Yeah?”

After a moment, Etho grabs him in a hug. “If we never see each other again, I want you to know that I’ve cherished every second with you and I’m honoured to call you my friend.”

Tango blinks, a lump rising in his throat. “D-Don’t. You’re gonna make me cry.” But he hugs his friend back. “I love you, buddy.”

Finally, he releases Etho and turns to look at Impulse through the doorway. Their gazes meet and Tango sees his own fear reflected in Impulse’s eyes.

“See you on the other side,” he says, his voice cracking audibly. “One way or another.”

With that, he steps through the doorway.

[darthkruge]

Could you do an imagine where Anakin comforts an insecure reader

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Insecurities 

Summary: Anakin comes home to find the reader drowning in their own insecurities and does everything he can to make it better.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy talk of insecurities, including the reader feeling insecure about their body, personality, relationship, basically themself in general. A little bit of blood and some injuries but nothing major. Angst to fluff, I’d say?

A/N: Hi anon! First off, I hope you’re okay. Secondly, thank you for requesting! And ofc I’ll write this, comfort fics are my shit! I tried to get this request out as quick as I could and it did take a tiny bit longer than I wanted, but I wanted to do it justice. Also, y’all are beautiful and perfect and I love each and every single person reading this. If anyone ever needs anything, I’m here always. If you wanna talk or vent or just share some of your thoughts, I got you. 

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It was just one of those days. You weren’t a stranger to them but, nonetheless, you always felt unprepared when they hit. The feeling where you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, your own mind. Where regardless of what clothes you wore, you hated how you looked. The thoughts were the worst part, telling you lies that felt terrifyingly like truths. 

You’re worthless. You’re unlovable. You’re ugly. Everyone else can see it. They all know. No one really wants to spend time with you. You’re annoying. You’re stupid. You’re a bad person. 

The thoughts spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until you were lost in your own head. When it came to this, you frequently fell. It was too painful to hold onto your consciousness and fight it, so you let go. The thoughts continued as you curled back up in your bed, in the apartment in Coruscant that you shared with him, the one that normally brought you such comfort, and stared blankly at the wall. Tears streamed down your face and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe them away. 

Truly, the worst part was feeling so defeated. You were a strong Jedi and you took your training seriously. You’d fought in countless battles, you should be able to handle one in your mind. You wished you were strong enough to fight against these thoughts. The shame you felt around your insecurities only made you feel more alone. Instead of reaching out on days like this, you just forced yourself into silence. 

You were especially afraid to tell Anakin. Your beautiful, perfect, kind, loving boyfriend. He didn’t deserve to deal with you. He had enough on his plate, it wasn’t his job to comfort you because you weren’t strong enough to deal with your own shit. You were scared that once he saw how you viewed yourself, he would come clean and admit to seeing you the same way. I mean, you were so obviously hideous, how could he not see it, too?

Meanwhile, Anakin was finishing up a training session in the Jedi Temple. Normally he’d train with Obi-Wan, but today he wanted to focus on himself. Honestly, he was a bit distracted. Since he had a busy day today and you had the day off, he had to leave before you woke up, which he absolutely hated. He loved being there when you woke up and cooking breakfast for the two of you. You’d been dating for a few months and he was truly shocked that you’d kept him around for this long. You were everything he’d ever wanted. 

He realized he was smiling as he thought of you and decided to reach out with the Force to be reminded of your presence. He knew it wasn’t what the Force was supposed to be used for but he honestly couldn’t help it, he missed you. You were a comfort to him and he liked to check and make sure you were alright. 

Anakin’s brow furrowed as he searched for you. Normally, you were meditating at this time and he could feel a sense of serenity and contentment around you. Today, however, he was met with pain. Pain, and fear, and hatred, and sadness, and anguish, and loneliness. Anakin braced himself against the wall, stumbling back at the severity of your emotions. Right after, he composed himself and took off in a run, trying to get to you as quickly as possible. 

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Anakin yelled, bursting through the door. He was immediately taken aback when he noticed that all the lights were off. Walking quietly, he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom. He went in and felt his heart shatter. There you were, his angel, curled under the blankets, sobbing. He looked around and noticed the mirror in your room smashed. He walked over and gently placed a hand on your back, trying not to startle or upset you more. 

You looked up at him and started crying even harder. He pulled you into his arms and noticed how you fell limply into his chest. The fight seemed to have extinguished from your eyes, causing him to hold you even closer. Your arms weakly surrounded his middle as his hands stroked your back and gently combed through your hair. 

You felt lost and trapped, the world around you fuzzy and distorted from the tears. Even so, you felt him. You breathed him in, inhaling his comforting scent and feeling his warmth. He helped you ground yourself, the broken wails eventually quieting into soft cries. Anakin didn’t try to shush you, he just whispered reassurances into your hair, let you get it out, and held you. “I’ve got you, love. It’s alright, get it out. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You listened to those affirmations as you sagged into him, taking a few more minutes to just lay there. Softly, Anakin pulled you away from him so he could study you. You saw his face contorted with worry and immediately felt guilty. Great, Y/N, now you’ve made him upset. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve this. Why did I have to be so fucking needy?!

Your thoughts were interrupted by him. “What happened, angel?”

“I-” You trailed off, not sure what to say. “I just had a shit day”

You could tell he knew it was more and, feeling vulnerable under his intensely caring gaze, brought your hand to move the hair out of your face.

Quickly, you heard Anakin take a sharp inhale of breath before grabbing your hand. Ouch. You looked down and noticed the cut on the back of your hand. It had mostly dried by now, thankfully, but the pain from punching that mirror earlier was definitely still registering. 

He wordlessly went to the bathroom and brought out some gauze and anti-bacterial medicine. When he returned, his eyes drifted to the mirror and you saw him putting the pieces together. He spent a few moments in silence, his expression downcast. He worked quickly, bandaging you up and collecting his thoughts. “Why?” He asked, softly.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore” You whispered, wiping away some residual tears from your eyes. 

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous, love. Please, angel, please look at me.” He cupped your face and moved you so you were in his lap, making sure you heard every word. “You are truly the most breathtaking person I’ve ever met. You’re ethereal.”

Anakin’s voice was quiet as he told you these things. Quiet, yet powerful. Almost as if it was the gentle caress of his innermost thoughts. Completely honest and raw, yet too intimate for anyone to hear except you.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry your brain is lying to you. That must be so hard, fighting against your own mind. Baby, you’re brave. You’re so, so brave.”

You were shaking your head, “Ani, no, no I’m not. I’m not brave, I didn’t fight. I let them consume me. I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe until you came in. I couldn’t anchor myself at all, I was so weak” You said, disgusted with yourself. 

“Shh, shh, Y/N, listen. You are strong because even though you felt the weight of everything on your shoulders, you didn’t drown. I know you felt like you would, but look! You’re here. You didn’t drown.” He took a second to pause, kissing your forehead lovingly. “Do you want to talk about what brought this on?”

“If I tell you, promise you won’t think differently of me?”

“I promise. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”

You inhaled deeply, hands shaking slightly. Ani took them in his own, steadying them while looking at you deeply. “I’ve been dealing with some shit for a while and I think it all kind of caught up to me today? I hate how I look, Ani. I look in the mirror and I can’t handle it. That’s why I broke it, I just, I couldn’t. And then I was just thinking of how you don’t deserve to deal with someone like me. You shouldn’t have to come home after a day of training and deal with my breakdowns. I know I should have told you I’ve been feeling like this. I just was terrified. I was terrified you’d agree with me. I’m terrified you’ll leave me. I’m terrified you’ll wake up and see how you deserve so much more than the shitty fucking messed up person I am.” You trail off and meet his eyes, tears glistening in both of yours, “Ani, I’m so terrified” You finish, voice wavering. 

Anakin rests his forehead against yours, pressing kisses to your hands. He lets his eyes close and tears fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe you were in this much pain and he never noticed. You were the love of his life and he felt like he’d failed you if you feel like this. 

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not going anywhere. You are the best person for me, hell, you’re the best person in the entire fucking galaxy. Everyday I wake up and think about how lucky I am to call you mine. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re compassionate. You’re stubborn as hell and I love that about you. You challenge me and you’re a damn good Jedi. You’re strong, stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Your heart inspires me everyday. Simply, you’re good. And I know I said it a bit earlier, but I’m gonna say it again. You are stunning, love. Truly.” Anakin said, pulling away so he could really see you. 

“Look at your legs! They’re so pretty, baby. Especially when you jump up and wrap them around me after I get home from a mission? That’s the best feeling in the freaking world! And your stomach! You always let me rest my head on it when I’m tired and I know you think it’s weird but it’s such a good angle because I can lay there and play with your hands. And, baby, your arms!! You give such good hugs and you when wrap them around me?? It makes me feel safe in a world full of chaos. And at night when you use them to curl into me, or when we’re dancing together? Fuck, I just love them.”

Anakin trailed off for a second. He held your face in his palms and you leaned into their warmth. “And you’re face, Y/N. It’s just so perfectly you. When I look into your eyes, I know I’m home. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t understand how you can hate your body when it's the body that makes me feel like I’m going to be okay. You make me feel like I’m going to be okay. I’ve always felt so out of control, so lost. But you ground me. Please, come to me if you ever feel like this again? You are not a burden or a messed up person. You’re everything. I’m here for you. I know my words won’t fix anything overnight. Even so, I promise you, I will repeat them everyday until you believe them and, after that, I will continue to remind you until my last breath.”

You hugged him and nuzzled into his chest, overcome with emotion. “I’m trying Ani, I’m really trying. It’s not easy for me to come to people when I feel like that but I promise I’ll try.”

His arms tightened around you and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “That’s all I could ever ask of you, love. Thank you for being willing to try”

“Thank you, too, for talking me down today. It doesn’t normally get that bad. Some days are worse than others, you know? But you really helped me. I love you more than anything. I love you for loving me when I feel unlovable” 

“I will always be here to remind you how deserving you are of love, happiness, and every other positive thing in the universe. I love you, too. I’ve loved you for years, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever”

Anakin hadn’t really let you go since he returned to the apartment. He was naturally a protective person and hated to see you hurting. He was so soft, so comforting. Although vulnerability is always hard, he made it so much easier. You knew he would always validate you, comfort you, and be there without judgement. He was everything you could possibly need and more.

Eventually, your breathing evened out as he rocked you in his arms. Anakin layed you back under the covers and went to pull away to sweep up the broken mirror’s glass. As he attempted to release himself from your arms, you whined and only tightened your grip on him. Anakin smiled and chuckled quietly, laying down and pulling you on top of his chest. You hummed contently and he placed a few more soft kisses onto your hair, your forehead, your shoulders, everywhere. You were his top priority always and he wanted to keep you safe physically, mentally, and emotionally. He could never deny you comfort, especially not in this state. After waiting a few more moments to ensure you were truly at rest, Ani closed his eyes. The glass could always wait until tomorrow...

[asphyxiateher]

Only Monsters Come Out at Night

A/N: Debating on whether or not I should put this on AO3. Thoughts? Do I need to edit what I have before posting on my favorite website? Anyways, I’m really into horror and I’d like to try my hand at focusing on MC’s descent into madness while falling for her captors. Dimitrescu Sisters x OFC (Desdemona) Summary: Desdemona, her twin brother and best friend are on vacation in Romania when things go horribly wrong the moment they run out of gas. Desdemona has the misfortune of enchanting the monsters that decided to terrorize her group. 

        It was a cold, pitch black night in the northeastern mountainous region of Romania, a heavy fog enveloping the roads which made it nearly impossible for any source of light to pierce through the gloom. This did not bode well for Desdemona and her friends as they dared to venture through the treacherous weather in order to reach their destination. The humble village of Bran should have been a welcome sight by now although from where the unlucky travelers were currently stranded, Desdemona had her doubts. To make matters worse, her best friend, Veronica, shoved a crumpled map of Brasov, Romania into her boyfriend’s hands and demanded answers. Her hot-headed friend was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

“Desmond, are you sure we’re headed in the right direction? None of this seems to make sense!”, Veronica exclaimed as she nervously rummaged through her shoulder bag for yet another cigarette. She struggled to light her cigarette this time, the harsh winter’s wind blowing hard against her bare hands caused them to shake violently.

 Desmond sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his messy chestnut brown hair, pushing wild dark curls away from his eyes.

“You think the shopkeeper gave us the wrong directions to fuck with us because we’re tourists? I knew we were gonna get shit signal out here in the bum fuck middle of nowhere but come on, the old guy looked knowledgeable. Can’t blame me for trustin’ him.” Desmond casually replied with a shrug. He then took a moment to straighten the map again before folding it neatly and tucking it into his pocket.

Desdemona was of the same mind as her twin. It seemed likely that the locals would be completely burnt out from the flocks of American tourists invading their hometown just to squawk about the castle that inspired Bram Stoker’s Dracula. How exhausting it must be to constantly point out where to go to book a tour or who to call to arrange such things when the internet exists. In hindsight, Desdemona should have known better than to bug the polite yet obviously impatient shopkeeper about their vacation plans.

“Think about it, V, Desmond has a point. The guy probably gave us the run around for shits and giggles. You know, it would have been fine taking a wrong turn and then having to backtrack all the way back into town, but we should have just stayed the night at the Inn. Now we’re outta gas and it’s fucking freezing out here.” Desdemona added, now hugging herself tightly and occasionally rubbing her arms to keep warm for as much as possible.

Veronica growled but relented as she took a long drag of her cigarette, her foot resting against their rented vehicle. She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Snowflakes began to drift downwards, and it only fueled Veronica’s anxiety about being stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dark. “Alright, alright, we can either freeze to death in this piece of shit,” Veronica began as she kicks the van for good measure, “or we can freeze to death out there looking for shelter. I think I see a path over there that we can take to find what we need. It might lead us to people who can help us, or it might lead us to certain death. All I know is that we need to make a decision now, it’s starting to snow.” Desmond grins and wraps his arm around Veronica’s waist, pulling her close and pecking her on the cheek. “To certain death it is! Des, grab the essentials and let’s head out. According to the map, there are a few small villages in the surrounding area. Chances are we’ll stumble into one of them eventually and find shelter. We’ll get this mess sorted out.” Desmond eagerly stepped away from Veronica’s embrace and stepped towards the beaten van.

After a few moments of scrounging around for what they deemed important, Desdemona ended up with a backpack full of snacks, water, spare clothes, and the first aid kid. Veronica settled for an entire carton of cigarettes and a few spare lighters because you know, it was “absolutely essential” to her survival in a foreign land. Desmond found a flashlight and decided that going light would be preferable to him in case they ran into any trouble. They paved the way forward, following the path that strayed away from the lonely sliver of road. Turning back to get a final look at the abandoned van, Desdemona swallowed the surge of fear that was beginning to creep up on her. She had seen enough horror movies in her lifetime knowing that this probably wasn’t going to end up well for her little group. The logical side of her brain, what little rational thoughts she had left, gnawed their way through her brain begging to be voiced out and heard.

‘Turn back around, it’s safer to stay put and wait until morning! This is dangerous and you know it!’

Desdemona reluctantly glanced back at her brother walking ahead with Veronica hand in hand and the younger twin suddenly stopped in her tracks. Maybe she should stay behind just in case while her gregarious brother searched for help in these mountains; after all, he was far more easygoing and could easily charm the most stubborn of fools into helping him.

“Des, what’s wrong? I thought we all agreed that we should stick together.” Veronica called out to her, uncertainty lacing her tone as her eyes flicked back and forth between the van and a terrified looking Desdemona.

Nervously fidgeting in place, Desdemona struggles to settle the conflicted thoughts warring in her mind. She knows that staying behind and waiting for help would be the wisest course of action, but there was safety in numbers. There’s danger lurking beyond the vast expanse of mountains that surrounded them and she would be utterly defenseless if left alone. Desdemona’s instincts were begging her to go back to the van but the connection she shared with her twin demanded that she follow him through the sketchy path that would most likely lead to their demise. She couldn’t let anything happen to Desmond, she would never forgive herself if something happened to him out here.

With a shaky resolve, Desdemona straightened up and gazed back at Veronica with a small smile on her face. “I’m just nervous, you know. Desmond and I binge watched all the Wrong Turn movies last Saturday so being out here alone in the dark is uh, freaking me out a little. I’ll be fine, though, let’s just keep going.” Desdemona lied as she rushed over to her best friend who rolled her eyes at the revelation.

“No wonder you’re acting all sketch, Des. First of all, binge watching horror movies the weekend before your vacation was stupid as hell so now you’re all hyped up over nothing. Secondly, Wrong Turn sucks. Y’all should have binged Hatchet, Danielle Harris is so hot!” Veronica declared, eager to get conversation going as the three of them trekked through a rocky and narrow trail that led to who knows where.

Desmond was quick to reply in defense of his favorite horror movie franchise and Desdemona was thankful to hear them bicker back and forth. The conversation drowned out the sound of cold whispers tickling naked branches in the distance, the loud crunching of their footsteps on the snow-covered ground, and ravens crying out above them. It was so eerie and something about it all didn’t sit right with Desdemona. She hooked an arm around Veronica’s free arm and together they discussed their favorite horror movies. Veronica could tell her best friend was still a little spooked, so she pulled her closer until she was pressed against her side to provide as much comfort as she could give.

The trail continued to narrow the further they moved along but nothing they observed thus far gave the impression that that anything was out of the ordinary. When they reached a clearing, Desmond sighed with relief. His breath steaming the frigid air was nearly the only thing they could see ahead if it weren’t for the flashlight providing what little comforting light source they had. The snow fall began to pick up the pace but it wasn’t blinding, thankfully. Desmond brushed aside large shrubs and stepped further into the winding path, coming to a full stop when he realized what lay ahead of the weary travelers.

The trio stared in awe at the overpowering sight of a 15th century castle looming over a quiet village sheltering underneath a blanket of darkness, or what Desdemona assumed was its shadow. No amount of fog could hide the monstrosity that was the architectural brilliance of this castle that Desdemona saw before her very eyes.

“Desmond, honey, where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t leave Dezzy and I behind!” Veronica suddenly shrieked as she sprinted after her overly excited boyfriend down the hill that led into the village. Desmond turned around and could only offer a sheepish smile with a shrug before eagerly running into the unknown. Desdemona tore her gaze away from the castle and spurred into action, jumping and running as fast as she could in order to catch up with her twin.

Desmond was energized by both the cool crisp air and the promising sight of civilization, but that energy was quickly drained out of him when he encountered something wholly unexpected. Veronica reached the eldest Hawthorne sibling and was about to admonish him for leaving the two frightened girls behind, but she was quickly shushed by Desmond. Desdemona quietly approached the scene, her eyes widening when she realized that this was not the village of Bran at all.

They had indeed reached a small village but it looked completely obliterated. The houses looked shattered and broken, as if something gigantic and menacing had come through and picked away at the people that once inhabited this community one by one. Desmond cautiously led the group forward, calling out for any signs of survivors. This wasn’t on the itinerary…

Veronica was on the verge of tears, her hands covering her mouth as she observed the tragic scene before her. Every now and then, she would step into a broken home and call out to somebody – anybody- only to step back out with a grim look on her face. She pulled out her cell phone and attempted to dial emergency services only to be met with disappointment.

“There’s blood.” Desmond says quietly. His eyes peer over the trail of fresh blood and fear grips him the moment the flashlight scans over the corpse of a rotting horse. “Fuck, that stench – we need to get the fuck out of here now!” Veronica cries, gagging and turning away from the horrific view.

Desdemona would have expressed an equally strong reaction had she not felt a sense of…wrongness abruptly assaulting the atmosphere. The moment they stepped foot into the village, the environment reacted to their presence and that did not sit right with Desdemona at all.

“Desmond, do you hear that?” Desdemona asked, her voice laced with terror. Desmond Hawthorne heard the fear in his sister’s quivering voice and it made him feel uneasy. “I don’t hear anything, Des.” He replies as he reaches for Veronica’s hand and squeezes it tight. The couple began to frantically look around them as they slowly backed into Desdemona. As soon as they grouped up again, both Veronica and Desmond wrapped themselves around the youngest sister. The oppressive silence sent a whole new wave of fear over the group before something insidious could be heard approaching them in the distance. Desdemona gasped when she heard maniacal giggling and it was getting louder. A fluttering of what sounds like wings -bats, ravens, perhaps- advancing towards the group sent chills down Desdemona’s spine. What the hell was coming after them?

Desmond flashed his light from side to side before it settled on the massive black ball of insects that instantly appeared before him. The insects dissipated and somehow revealed the shape of a human being wearing a dark robe and hood. The only thing he could truly make out was the color of a red pendant wrapped around dainty, pale skin and a blood smeared smirk. Desmond’s heart dropped in absolute horror and panic immediately set in.

“RUN!” He screamed, taking off with a terrified Veronica in tow. Neither of them looked back to make sure Desdemona was following. The flashlight dropped, and it briefly circled the ground. The flickering light revealed two other black masses of insects approaching the younger Hawthorne sibling who was paralyzed with fear. All she could hear in that moment was delirious laughter coming from the women that revealed themselves two seconds later, the insects dissolving into thin air right before her very eyes.

The crazed woman standing directly in front of Desdemona leaned forward and took her time sniffing her pretty prey who stared at her with petrified gray eyes. Desdemona found it alarming that despite the lunatic’s appearance, dried blood caked on her lips and unruly red hair and a wild, untamed look in her eyes, she found her quite…striking. Perhaps she was going mad. None of this made sense, how could this be happening right now?

“Mmm, sisters, look at what I found. Such a pretty young thing all for me and she smells oh so delicious.” The woman with the green pendant spoke, giggling madly at the profound effect she had on Desdemona.

 “Daniela, you’re delusional, she’s mine; I’m the one who picked up on her tasty scent!” The one with the red pendant spoke after she turned her attention to the only human who didn’t run from them.

The brunette with the yellow pendant reached over and yanked on Desdemona’s hair so hard back, Desdemona thought her life was over. She bared her teeth as she skimmed her nose across the young woman’s neck. Her tongue darted out between blood smeared lips and left a wet trail, causing the smaller woman’s breath to hitch at the unwelcome contact.

“Mmm, she smells so utterly divine. Bela, by the way, it wasn’t you who found MY new pet, it was me! You ungrateful wretches always want to touch what’s mine!” The hooded figure’s grip on her hair tightened and Desdemona whined, causing all three women to delight in her torment.

What Desdemona couldn’t figure out was what they wanted to do with her exactly and why they were fighting over her like three starved wild dogs fighting over a piece of meat. She needed to get out of there fast. “LET GO OF MY SISTER, YOU UGLY CUNTS!” Desmond’s angry voice broke through in the distance and all three creatures turned their attention on the young man who dared interrupt dinner time.

Desdemona decided this was the time to take advantage of their distraction and she quickly slipped away, sprinting as fast as she could to the nearest unoccupied house. Desmond, relieved that his sister broke free from whatever those things were, spun on his heel and ran the opposite direction. He could only hope that all three of them would make it out of this godforsaken village alive.

All three women threw their heads back and laughed wildly into the air as they knew catching their prey would be much more satisfying when they caught them alone in isolated surroundings. It added to their fear and it made the blood taste that much sweeter.

“The hunt is on, sisters. Leave the pretty plaything alive, but the others, we will present to our dear mother as gifts. We’ll make the new pet watch mother undo their very lives; it’ll only make her that much more delicious when we have our fill.” The one with the yellow pendant stated as she sniffed at the air, shuddering when Desdemona’s irresistible scent filled her nostrils once more.

Desdemona found refuge in a large house a few yards away and slammed the front door shut when she ran inside. She quickly assessed what she assumed was the living room, she found a bookcase and summoned whatever strength she had and brought it down in front of the door. She heard something clawing at the door the instant she blocked the entrance, the door shaking violently and mad laughter filling her ears once more.

Desdemona shakily reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight and began to look for another way out.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Jesus Christ! What the fuck are those things!? Where’s Desmond? Is Veronica alright? How the hell do I get out of here? I just want to go home!’ Desdemona’s mind was running through a million thoughts per second but she couldn’t for the life of her settle on anything that would give her a moment’s peace. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she explored the dark home, her hands stretched out in front of her as she searched for anything that would provide answers to her problems. When she found a door near the kitchen, she cautiously opened it and cursed the eerie creaking sound that followed. It was discovered that the door led to a cellar of some kind and Desdemona rushed down the stairs without closing the door behind her. She slowly scanned the large open space and saw that this home had been recently ransacked or rummaged through. Clothes were scattered across the floor, furniture had been broken in half and tossed carelessly to the side but Desdemona found a hallway beyond the room she was in. ‘That must be the way out. Hurry up and grab something to protect yourself with!’

Desdemona carefully tip toed around the clutter, her phone flashing from side to side but to no avail, she couldn’t find anything that would prove harmful to whatever those monsters were outside. The woman nearly tripped over and fell when her foot stepped in something thick and wet, causing her foot to slip forward. Desdemona quickly steadied herself on a cabinet but it didn’t make her feel any better when she realized her fingers were covered in a thick, red substance.

Her breathing growing heavier, Desdemona flashed her phone light over to the cabinet only to find that it was covered in blood – a lot of it, to be exact and it was still dripping on the floor as though it were fresh.

All color drained from Desdemona’s face when she heard pained howling coming from the village; it was Desmond and he was screaming for help. Her twin was in danger and here she was selfishly trying to find a way to preserve her own life.

She quickly twisted around to run towards the howling but she stopped dead in her tracks when a black mass of insects appeared before her. The cloaked figure could only be identified by the color of her green pendant and a delirious smile plastered on her face. Fresh blood dripped down her chin and Desdemona’s eyes reluctantly followed the pool of blood forming at their feet. There was a sickle in her right hand and it was covered in blood, much to Desdemona’s dismay.

Desdemona began to tremble, overpowered by the frightening sight and the implications that followed a bloodied sickle carried by a madwoman. “The sound of your heart hammering against your chest is like music to my ears, pretty thing. Do not fret, my beauty, the moment we met I knew you were special. You’re meant to be mine, we’re meant to be!” She whispers madly, her tongue wetting her lips as her eyes rake over Desdemona’s body slowly and deliberately.

Desdemona doesn’t know what she’s talking about and she doesn’t want to know. Before she could form any kind of response, she’s pinned against the bloody cabinet behind her. She gasps in surprise and that seems to trigger the creature into action.

Desdemona screams as the hooded woman lunges at her collarbone and pierces through her skin with her razor sharp teeth. Desdemona weakly clutches at the woman’s shoulders, growing lightheaded from the sudden blood loss that was occurring. Feeling the woman about to collapse in her arms, Daniela pulls back and savors the taste of her blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sloppily licks the blood off her mouth and regains what little self-control she had left to preserve her pretty plaything for a little while longer.

When dazed gray eyes meet hers, Daniela’s cold, black heart skips a beat. She had never seen anything more beautiful. So she raises her sickle, causing Desdemona’s eyes to widen in panic and Daniela can’t help but giggle a little.

“Don’t worry, my beauty, I’ll be gentle with you. The hideous man-thing and his bitch aren’t going to be as lucky as you, I hope. You deserve special treatment.” Daniela whispers, her fingers caressing her prey’s tear-stained cheek before swinging the sickle with full forced into the back of Desdemona’s thigh.

Desdemona remembers a high-pitched shriek escaping her but nothing else seems to come to mind after that. She remembers her vision blurring and a creeping darkness soothing her to sleep but what happened after, nothing. She enters the haunting abyss that welcomes her with black tendrils pulling her from reality, sleep coming to her easily. With better luck, she’ll never have to wake up again.

Only fools believe in luck as the nightmare has only just begun.

[robotslenderman]

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How I feel about this character

I used to not give a shit but then you sucked me into them how dare you

They are baby

Mass murdering horrible torturer baby

They've... been through a hell of a lot of trauma and have to process it. They were stuck in that trauma for centuries. Now Ilias is apparently back but he died in their arms, they saw him turn to ash and they have to be dealing with the trauma of that, too.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Ilias cel Frumos, Beckett (but like in a snarky enemies to lovers kind of way), and ofc my own OCs Rose and Nastasya. Wasn't sure about Nastasya/Sascha for a while but suddenly something seemed to click the other night and I think they'd actually work very well together -- their personalities complement each other, I think. Ilias is warm to Sascha's cold, extroverted to Sascha's introvert, but Nastasya is playful to Sascha's seriousness, joyful to their solemnity, vibrant to their reserved nature.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Even before Rose became a romantic partner I shipped the two of them nonromantically too.

Also I like the idea of Sascha being a tsundere Vitriolic Best Buds with Beckett.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think that they would have responded far, far worse to the appearance of Elias Athanasios than I see fandom talk about (sorry, Ry XD). Like, not even as bad as I've mentioned before -- way worse.

(SORRY RY I'M HAVING A SPECIAL INTEREST MOMENT)

To start: there is no way in hell they're not dealing with hella trauma after the Dracon. That everyone agrees on, but lemme go into detail:

Like imagine not just seeing your lover die in your arms but being unable to really process it because your consciousness just got smooshed with someone else's, with someone who's mourning his own lovers and didn't really care about yours. Oh, and that person's a suicidal but also sadistic psychopath.

So you spend a few centuries torturing people, shit you wouldn't have done before except in extreme circumstances (if at all) and quite enjoying it, and then --

And then you get separated from the part of you that was okay with it because oh, it was actually the other guy who was cool with that stuff, and you were trapped with the brain of the guy who enjoyed everything you did and you felt everything he did as you did it and thought you wanted it, thought you enjoyed it, thought it was you who decided it, but because you were so enmeshed you don't know that you DIDN'T, maybe it WAS you, can you really blame the Dracon?

And maybe it was really you who made those decisions, because after that long fused together... sure, you're separated physically.

But are you really?

You've been together for centuries. After that long you can't have known where one of you began and the other ended, and it must have influenced your true personality. I mean, stick people in a room of people different to them and they adapt their personality and beliefs pretty quickly, like weeks to months, without outside influence.

Like, how much fucking worse would that be if you were actually stuck inside their head, for CENTURIES???

You're apart now, but in a sense you'll always be together.

Stick the both of you in a room and you'd probably talk like a pair of Creepy Twins. You'll finish each other's sentences because you'll both be on the same wavelength, you'll have the same idiosyncratic habits -- scratching your nose with the same finger of the same hand, tilting your head the same way when you think somebody's being annoyingly obtuse, tapping your fingers the same way on the desk when you're thinking.

You've been intertwined for so long that you probably have the same impulses now, the same thoughts, with only the most foundational aspects to the both of you separating you -- the Dracon's still got his sadism, and Sascha is still introverted, so that'll influence subtle differences.

But it'll be buried under seven hundred years of habits you developed together, opinions and thoughts and aversions and passions you developed together, working in sync for every second of existence, dreaming the same dreams, moving the same hands and fingers, doing the same deeds.

You were a gestalt. Are you no longer one just because you're apart? Are you really separated when you were one for so long? Are you even two people any more, or are you just one person with two bodies, now?

It's going to take decades to bring yourself back to a functional level after the identity crisis that causes, and that's not even counting the trauma of the Eldest, or the Dracon's trauma that you remember just as vividly as if it were your own, or the trauma of what Symeon did to you.

You will probably never, ever recover.

There's traumatic events people went through that follow them for decades that only happened over a few hours at most.

How can you come back from seven hundred years?

In a way, it would have been emotionally better for them to have stayed fused to the Dracon forever. At least they would have thought they were themself, then. At least they were used to it. At least they didn't have a conscience. At least they didn't feel as used because half of them was doing the using, if initially unwillingly. They were one; there was no conflict, just two people so in sync they may as well have been one.

Then to add insult to injury, right after the Dracon's pulled from you, a guy identical to the lover you witnessed die in your arms shows up trying to get your attention. That timing is suspicious AF, and any hope Sascha might have had of coming to terms with Ilias's death on their own time comes crashing down as this redhead just casually waltzes on in and just mashes Sascha's trauma buttons by existing, by looking just like him and acting like him and sounding like him and having the same interests as him and and and --

And now half of them is gone. But also -- not gone, never going, never leaving, who are they now? They're missing half of themself but also probably feeling like they'll never be their real self again. Were they ever really Sascha, when that was a name they took on side by side with the Dracon? But how can they be Myca when Myca is seven hundred years away, when he died the moment Ilias did?

Maybe it was Myca who died in his lover's arms, not the other way around.

I think on the outside Sascha would pretend to be furious at Elias Athanasios for posing as their lover, for having the gall to pose as someone they saw turn to ash, but deep down?

I think they're fucking terrified of him.

Because of the traumatic memories he brings back. Because he knows so much about Ilias and Sascha can't figure out who he "really" is and what his true motivations are.

Because after everything Symeon did, after everything the Dracon and the Eldest did, after the evidence in front of Sascha's eyes that Ilias was dead, dead, dead, how can they not be terrified that this isn't another attempt to manipulate them and put them at the complete and utter mercy of another Methuselah or Elder or worse for another few centuries, when they were only JUST set free?

Their nights as the Angel of Caine are done. They've been manipulated so long and now there's someone else using the person that they loved the most as bait to draw them out. Someone they know for certain did not survive. For their own survival, they can't do anything but disappear because given the forces that has had power over them before, they can't take any risks with this one. Sascha keeps trying to find out who he really is and if he's working for someone, what his angle is, but this time their brilliance is getting them nowhere and they cannot find a single scrap of a clue who Elias Athanasios really is, because all evidence points to him being the real thing but he can't be because THEY SAW HIM DIE.

And here Athanasios is, continuing to try to lure them out.

He's convinced Beckett, one of the smartest people Sascha knows, that he's the real deal.

He's convinced Rose that he's the real deal.

He's convinced Sascha's dumbass Vykosovich descendants that he's the real deal -- particularly the descendant that's their biographer, the descendant whose made it her life's work to know everything there is to know about Sascha Vykos. And Athanasios has direct access to her.

He's getting closer and closer to Sascha.

The walls are closing in again.

So, my unpopular opinion?

Sascha Vykos is the most terrified they've ever been in their existence.

(Second opinion, which I don't know if it's unpopular or not, but -- since they used their deadname for centuries before changing it I reckon they'd actually be pretty fine with Ilias still calling them Myca. But, you know, only Ilias, and anyone else gets turned inside out. Not even Rose would get that privilege.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Not exactly answering the question but I am dreading the release of the V5 Sabbat book because I'm so scared they're going to completely ignore what BJD did with Sascha and go back to making them a villain.

Also worried that Sascha's canonically followed the Beckoning. I reckon they'd nope the fuck out of it after what happened in BJD. Something strange trying to manipulate them again? Fuck no.

[danteinthedevildom]

Ngl I’ve been thinkin over the brother’s fears stuff from the most recent (?) lessons (bc I’m a dirty cheat and saw spoilers so ofc I went and looked up as much shit as I could) and like,

Ok shovin thots under the cut bc it got long oop. Also bc spoilers but y’know.

1 - Lucifer thinkin the “light” (which is ofc God lbr) was his fear despite not fearin it at all is p. weird. Like there was no hesitation, no fear. He just looked at it and went “ew it’s you never thot I’d see you again” and killed it. So clearly that’s NOT his actual fear. Def. Simeon’s I think, like he says a lil later.

So either Lucifer knew it was Simeon’s and “claimed” it to save Simeon’s feelins or smthn or he legit figured it was his fear bc the only thing he could think to be scared of is the guy who threw him out. 

Which like. Is such a fuckin non-answer re: his actual fear (tho he did say once goin back to the Celestial Realm was his “greatest fear” or smthn so maybe that’s still true so they didn’t figure that bringin it up again’d be that fun), but is interestin bc it says a lot abt how he sees God. 

Like. He got beat and kicked out and had his sister (almost) killed, but he’s still got 0 goddamn fear of his dad. Literal creator of everything God with a capital G don’t scare him. I figure bc he already did the worst thing he could’a done, and he survived that, so what else’s there to fear?

Tho it bein Simeon’s fear is... hm. Def. makes it sound like Simeon’s fearin seein God again. Either bc that’s just smthn any angel’d fear - maybe they only see God one-on-one if they’ve done smthn wrong so that’d be like seein your headteacher pop up outta nowhere, knowin he only comes outta the teacher’s room when you done fucked up - or bc he’s hidin smthn that makes seein God a really Bad Thing. Guilt or worries over some kinda sin? 

I mean duh. He’s in love with MC. That ain’t a hidden thing anymore. He’s kissed MC plenty times and I think even said the L-word once or twice. That’s def. grounds to get murderised (as we know, RIP Lilith). 

Also hella interestin in a metaphorical sense tho. Like, God’s a light. Simeon’s scared of somethin comin to light. Da-dum-tss, but what a hella cool way of showin that it’s a (technical) secret that’s got him all wound up.

2 - Mammon and Levi both fearin demon-form Lucifer is... understandable, but also kinda sad. Like, legit sad, not “wow ur so sad lol”. 

Levi’s way of sayin it makes sense tho. Lucifer only goes full demon form when he’s hella pissed, or outta control. He’s so damn powerful he don’t need to go into that form often, bc he can handle p. much anythin without it - plus he’s just got a p. good control on himself, so no accidental demon-form slips.

Unless ofc he’s so fuckin angry that it just leaps out. We’ve seen it. He gets murderous, and boom - form’s out. Or, situation’s so damn dire it’s got him on edge, and boom - form’s out. Him bein in demon form’s never good.

But him bein in demon form and after them is even worse.

Makes me wonder tho. If it’d just been angry Lucifer, why’d Levi specify it as his demon form’s anger? He gets angry at them hella often, and Mams esp. is strung up p. much daily, so clearly they’re not scared of him bein angry at them. 

It’s him bein angry at them while enraged. So either they’ve both pissed him off before bad enough that he’s gone full demon form, and whatever happened then was so fuckin terrifyin they’ve never recovered from it, 

Or they know that demon form Lucifer is scary shit, and even tho he’s not gone for them like that before, it’s smthn they’re terrified of in principle. Like, you’ve seen your dad mad on the phone before, and he’s never yelled at you like that, but you know he’s capable of it and that’s terrifyin as shit bc what if you do smthn that pisses him off enough to yell at you like that?

A lil part of me leans towards the latter bc tho they were scared it wasn’t smthn Levi said as tho it’d happened. More like smthn he’s hypothetically scared of. Plus idk what times Lucifer’d be so pissed he goes full rage at them? His demon form’s only really come out when the family’s in danger. Even shit like Lotan bein summoned don’t usually end in a demon form Lucifer (I’m p. sure anyway).

3 - Ok so like who was surprised by this. Asmo’s beauty is p. integral to who he is. He’s nothin if he’s not beautiful, and that’s what I think scares him. Not the bein ugly, but that bein ugly means he’s not Asmo.

Means he can’t get the attention he needs, can’t be loved by ppl, won’t get all the adoration and affection - he won’t be popular. And Asmo hella needs to be reassured that he’s pretty and loved. It’s who he is and what his identity is based on. 

Plus we’ve seen I’m p. sure a couple scenes where he’s been a lil worried/nervous abt if MC likes him for him. Beyond the beauty. He legit don’t think there’s anythin worth lovin if he’s not pretty, so ofc him bein ugly’s gonna be his biggest fear. Bc who’s gonna love him then. 

4 - Also smthn no-one’s gonna be surprised by. It’s his whole sense of identity. That’s not gonna go away for him overnight, y’know? The fact that it was angel Lucifer, tho - not just, like, normal Lucifer - was a p. cool touch.

That’s his roots. Not Lucifer the demon - Lucifer the angel. That’s what he’s based on. Smthn he never was but was always part of. 

He’s legit just the Lil Hal-Dirk connundrum which jfc that’s showin my fandoms huh. Is smthn that comes from smthn else its own unique person, or is it just a copy that’s always gonna get drawn back to what it was? How can it be original when everythin it is came from smthn else? 

That’s a hell of an identity crisis. Even bein Wrath and bein p. physically different and even likin different shit’s not enough to stop that feelin of ig imposter syndrome? Or of just bein a fragment of smthn else. Esp. when you know everyone else’s their own damn being. No one can understand where he’s comin from bc his “birth” was totally unique. He’s not just, like, Lucifer’s son or whatever - he’s legit a part of Lucifer’s emotions that just got plopped out one day. 

(Except ofc he’s not bc Lucifer knew he was different and felt him like a different presence for a while before the Fall but Satan’s got his memories and that’s kinda like bein someone anyway, ain’t it?)

So yeah, not surprisin, but also? I rlly hope he gets confident in who he is one day. Legit the idea that he’s still sittin there goin “who am I?” just hurts. 

5 - This bitch got trauma. Lbr it was either gonna be Belphie or it was gonna be Lilith and we all knew that was comin. Beel’s still not over the death of Lilith and his “role” in it (bc survivor’s guilt is a bitch and he’s still thinkin “not being able to save two ppl in two different places at the same time” is a sin), so losin anyone else is gonna hurt him.

But bein the reason he lost them? Oh that’s gonna hurt him even more. Esp. with the blame he’s still puttin on himself. It’s one thing to be like the passive cause that someone died but bein the active cause? Even by accident? Poor Beel. 

I don’t think anythin could’a been worse for him. That ain’t just a fear, that’s outright smthn he’s still strugglin with PTSD over. Like hell no shit he almost/did break down over it, that’s just shovin a trigger right in his face. 

6 - Bein alone, bein abandoned, not bein able to find anyone in pure darkness. That’s... damn. Either that’s lingerin trauma from bein locked up in the attic, knowin that no one was gonna find him or could hear him (which, fuck, how much did he try’n call for his brothers to come get him only to realise no one was gonna come?), or smthn set up that fear before the attic and the attic just made it hells of worse.

Like that wasn’t just “bein in a room apart from ppl”, it was outright “not knowin where anyone is, or seein/hearin/feelin them”. Total sensory deprivation. 

Oh. His worst fear’s not feelin anythin. That’s. Y’all. 

Idk how to end this now I’m just big hurty thinkin abt the last two jfc. No wonder Belphie’s always wantin to be asleep next to smthn. “He sleeps better with someone there” no sir you just hella fear sleepin bc your sin’s legit exactly what you’re terrified of and havin smthn there’s the best way to fix it. 

[90slevi]

requests??? if yes omg like imagine a hard of hearing reader who’s chewing her gum a little too loud. no one else is too bothered by it cause the understand she can’t really hear herself. but bakugo is just like So comfortable with the reader and their relationship he just straight up tells her to stfu (in a non hostile way ofc reader knows he’s just being his angsty self lmao) but everyone else is like 😳 bruh bakugo you can’t say that but reader just keeps chewing louder to piss him off

Sure! Thank you so much for the request and I hope this is okay, I’ve never written something like this before heh

JFC: in this, you use sign-language, which Bakugo can understand, but he just decides to speak loudly (you've got moderate hearing loss, meaning you can most likely hear his loud-ass voice). anything in bold is in sign language.

Most people had expected you and Bakugo to get along horribly. The blonde had little to no restraint at all, and due to you being deaf, most people had to have some sort of patience while you tried to figure out what someone was saying instead of constantly asking them to speak up. However, this wasn't the case at all, and you both got along extremely well - at least, as well as one could get with the explosive blonde.

Surprisingly, you'd been born with hearing loss instead of it being caused by your quirk or by somebody else, and it wasn't so awful that you couldn't hear anybody or anything. However, it did result in you not realising how loud you were sometimes, or how noticeable the small things such as pen-clicking and finger tapping were. And one day, while everyone was on edge, you were chewing gum.

And it was loud.

As boisterous as Class 1-A was, none of them had the heart to tell you to quieten down. They knew you wouldn't be offended - you were super close with Katsuki Bakugo, for god's sake - but they just didn't want to come across as impolite. Even Kaminari had his mouth shut, trying his best to focus on something else OTHER than the obnoxiously loud chewing you were doing. But, then again, they weren't too bothered by it. You were hard-of-hearing, and it wasn't as if they were going to die by this one small act.

On the other hand... Bakugo existed. And, sitting right behind you in class, he was finding it increasingly irritating to the point small sparks appeared in the palms of his hands. The small crackles were heard by everyone BUT you, and Yaoyorozu was trying her best to get him to stop without gaining your attention. She was absolutely terrified he'd upset you, especially since she was such a good friend of yours and she loved you to pieces, but Bakugo didn't care. He knew you were tough and hard-skinned, and everything he said seemed to bounce off anyway.

"Oi, Bastard," Bakugo then said loudly, and everything went absolutely silent. The tension in the air could've been sliced through with a knife, and a quiet 'Kacchan' echoed through the room from an embarrassed Midoriya.

Hearing this, you turned around in your seat, eyebrows furrowed at the blonde who was glaring rather intensely at you. A sheepish smile appeared on your face as you realised what was going to happen.

"Did you forget your hearing aids or some shit?" Bakugo asked, and you signed that they'd gone dead before pointing to your ears that were, indeed, empty. He groaned and rolled his eyes, knowing that he'd probably have to relay all the information said in this lesson to you afterwards, as that's what usually happened when you left your hearing aids at the dorms. "Explains a lot. You're pissing me off with that loud as fuck chewing. Either spit it out or quieten down."

You glared at him, one that he knew didn't mean anything. But, your frown then turned into an evil smile, and you signed okay before turning back around and chewing EVEN LOUDER on purpose. Giggling loudly when you heard a small explosion from behind, you went back to writing down your notes. Thankfully, by this little act, the tension had been released in the room and people could talk again without fearing an argument.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT-"

Be more polite about it next time, Rat.

The members of the class who actually understood sign-language (Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Ashido, Uraraka, Shoji, Todoroki and Tsuyu) told the others what you were saying, and laughter filled the room at your comments.

"You're so dead when we leave this classroom," Bakugo hissed, loud enough for you to hear. "Understand?"

Chewing even louder, you turned your head and gave him a cheeky grin, knowing there was no way in hell he'd hurt you, especially with the disadvantage you currently had. Bakugo was very protective of you, due to the fact you'd known each other since you were kids and he knew that when you didn't have your hearing aids in, you were much more vulnerable.

Try me.

With that, you spun back around in your seat, finished off writing what you were doing and making sure to chew noisily for the rest of the lesson.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Matchup!

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I match you with: Clockwork

Alright, so Nat’s definitely not one to hold her tongue

If she has something to say, she’ll say it, and whether or not it offends anyone, as far as she’s concerned, it’s not her prob ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So usually, if someone else is as blunt & snarky as she is, chances are they’ll butt heads—a lot

Not necessarily in a serious/visceral way, but more of a frenemy kinda way

But for some reason, with you, it’s,,,, different

Like she’s less likely to be so defensive & snappy around you

Maybe it’s the punk look you’ve got going, or the fact that you seem pretty cool & you’ve got the vibe that you know what you’re doing

Or maybe it’s just how attractive she thinks you are & she’s lowkey intimidated by you sksjdjsls

Whatever it is, it has homegirl very easily developing a soft spot for you

The others, especially Jeff, notice that she acts differently around you and they tease the ever-loving hell out of her

She ends up kicking their ass every time though, cause there’s no way she’ll ever admit they’re right skdjdhsl

And when they tease her for it in front of you?

Whew boy, she gets BIG MAD ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

But tbh, it’s kinda cute cause she’ll get all blushy & flustered before finally snapping & chasing/beating them tf up 😏

Which, honestly, ngl, she looks damn fine when she’s knocking a grown ass man killer to the ground like it’s nothing

And she totally lowkey tries to show off in front of you too when she does beat them down 👀

Homegirl just wants your attention a lil, can you really blame her? ;>

Also, another sign that makes it clear she likes you (besides holding back on the snark & getting flustered around you) is how protective she is of you

If anyone makes fun of you or upsets you, she does not hesitate to throw hands

She’s the embodiment of the fite me (ง'̀-'́)ง meme except she WILL fuck up her opponent lmaoo

You might not be the type to easily show when someone’s upset you, but she’ll pay real close attention to anyone that steps outta line

And if she thinks someone’s just a little too rude, she’ll be quick to shut them up one way or another

She doesn’t mind how blunt or smart-mouthed you tend to be tbh

She actually thinks it’s pretty refreshing *cough* kinda hot too *cough*

So it’s pretty clear that you’ve no need to hold back when you’re around her

Honestly, with the way she tends to stick by your side, y’all end up getting pretty close

She loves how extroverted you become when you get to know each other better—and she’s absolutely the same

Y’all end up egging each other on into doing some things you probably shouldn’t do

But hey, it makes for some real good memories 😌👌

Bit by bit, playful insults thrown every now & then eventually turn into lowkey accidental flirting

And your friendship turns into that sort of “I really like you but idk what we are and if this counts as real flirting & at this point I’m too afraid to ask” kinda deal

She typically acts like she’s cool & confident, but she’s actually pretty shy & inexperienced & flustered by affection as well

So a kind of mutual understanding ends up developing between the two of you where y’all both KNOW you like the other but REFUSE to do anything about it

The tension gets t h i c k

Someone eventually has to intervene because it becomes clear y’all won’t do it on your own smh

And it’s pretty difficult at first for the both of you to get over the intimacy hurdle

But once you both adjust, y’all make for a banging couple

*wink wink nudge nudge*

She would’ve showed you some fighting tips before y’all started dating, but she definitely helps you practice a lot more after you become an item

And honestly, pining you down while you‘re all out of breath & sweaty?

It kinda does things to her that she was NOT ready to admit before you were an item 😳😳

She’s much more comfortable doing that kind of thing when she knows the feelings are,, mutual 😏😉

In fact, she loves play fighting with you

Whether it’s playful/flirty insults or seeing who can pin the other down faster, she adores being stupid with you & not worrying about being judged & vice versa

She knows that you trust her & she trusts you just as much

Like she usually isn’t very good at letting people in, especially not after everything that’s happened to her, but she knows you’d never do anything to hurt her

She loves & appreciates you sm 🥺💗

No one in the mansion wants to mess with either of you

Y’all were kinda scary before, but you’re downright terrifying together

You aren’t really a power couple in conventional/traditional terms, but you’ve definitely got an intensity about the two of you—and y’all are intimidating af with it tbh 😰

Even BEN holds himself back from saying the wrong kinda stuff around you

Or, at least, he tries to

Also, like I’ve mentioned, Nat typically tries to look cool & uninterested, but she’s actually a total softie uwu

Knowing you like video games, she’ll set up cozy lil nooks in her room w fairy lights & ~plenty~ of pillows & blankets in front of the tv so you can cuddle up and have chill indoor dates

But she will deny it if you bring up how much of a sap she can be :”)

She isn’t one much for theatre, but she’ll develop an appreciation for it knowing it’s what you’re into

And any play she hears about will remind her of you so, she’ll get that warm feeling in her chest & it kinda ends up making her day tbh 🥰❤️

Finally, it’s kind of something she keeps secret from the others, but she actually loves book

She is a huge bookworm & will absolutely rave about horror novels with you 👏all👏the👏time👏

Honestly, y’all are just dang fucking cute together—

NSFW

Ngl, Clocky tends to be pretty dominant in the bedroom

She likes the control it grants her & how she can choose how to go about things

She also likes seeing her lil princess squirm beneath her while she teases the hell out of you c;

And it’s all the better when you get flustered & try to give her attitude—you just look so cute~

She’s not too kinky, but she’s not always vanilla, either

One of her favourite things to do is tie you up & see how much teasing you can handle before you start begging for her touch

She’d also love to drag a feather up and down your skin to watch the way it has you squirming at the ticklish sensation

Wax & temperature play are both also something she’d love to experiment with, if you’re comfortable with it, ofc

She’s pretty big on exploring different sensations, and it honestly gets pretty sensual

But unless she’s in the mood for something rougher, she typically enjoys some nice, slow vanilla sex

She wants to worship your form and murmur how soft & warm you are, lavishing you with praise & attention between gentle kisses

She will melt if you do the same to her

Typically, she enjoys being on top, like I mentioned, but if you flip things around and focus the attention on her, she’ll get super shy & embarrassed

It’s honestly so dang precious~

If you wanna take control more often & maybe even get a lil rougher with her, you’ll definitely need to talk things through beforehand

What with her past and all, y’all will prolly need a few safewords & some clearly established boundaries to make sure everything goes well & you don’t hurt her in some way

But she’ll let you take charge if you really wanna because she trusts you uwu

Still would rather have slow & sensual sex if you’re on top tho

She doesn’t exactly consider herself the most romantic person, but she’ll try the whole candle-lit thing just to show you how much she loves you & that she’s willing to put effort

Also, the first few times y’all sleep together, she knows affection can sometimes scare you, so she’ll be very patient & understanding throughout the whole thing

Truth be told, it kinda scares her a lil too

She’s used to non-committal sex, although, admittedly, even in that case, she acts like she sleeps around a lot more than she actually does

She’s got a rep to uphold and all

Point is, the soft-mushy stuff is pretty fresh territory

So it’ll take her some time to adjust to it too, but y’all can both learn together at your own pace

The aftercare is top quality too

Plenty of cuddles and soft reassurance, asking if you’re ok and if it was alright for you

She’s really just a softie :”)

Loves & trusts you with her whole heart <33

[arigatouiris]

the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm—the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

    "(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

    "Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

    "Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

    "You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

    "I should kill you before you change my mind."

    "W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

    "O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

    "You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

    "Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

    "It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

    "(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

[fuckingfinwions]

I see what you mean! Also the image of Curufin specifically being humiliate/paraded is very evocative! I guess I want 2 know if there are ever times when maedhros tells nolo/fingon+curufin to do something and curufin tries to refuse/slack off bc *he* feels humiliated by it and fingon/nolo are just like 'shut up and go along with it, itll be over faster/don't get me in trouble too'? i imagine they were much gentler towards their own family ofc but fingon seems to (rightfully) hate curufin. is nol

*nolo ever like 'curufin you literally used to do this all the time--don't you remember how much all of you relished in punishing 'disobedience''? it just seems like a fascinating power dynamic where ostensibly curufin, nolo, and fingon (and tyelpe later) are on the same 'level' but they dont actually all like or trust or work together and maedhros does treat them differently (he seems more affectionate with fingon?). so them interacting alone or while with mae is so interesting bc they are cons

*constantly scheming to try and make things better for themselves or at least Not Worse but totally could fuck it up for each other. i also wonder if nolo/fingon are gentler with celebrimbor once he finally comes of age and joins them? do they like...tell him what to expect when he's afraid of it happening in the future, or give him any adivce, or comfort him when it does happen? does curufin do that either or does he just refuse to think abt it? i cant iamgine nolo/finno being mean to tyelpe

wondering eg--maedhros has to go deal with something urgent & to save time tells curufin/fingon to prep each other. does curufin actually do it well? does he do a good job? does fingon? obviously neither want to touch each other, but if its nolo+fingon they have an incentive to cooperate just to make it easier on each other. do curufin & fingon actually work towards this? does fingon do a decent job bc he knows there will be consequences? what would punishment actually be if there would be any?

also i have to say its darkly ironic that being so 'low' spares fingon & nolo some very poignant humiliation that maedhros inflicts on curufin. do they still get ordered to do things to each other at parties or was that just something the feanorions did as teenagers & maedhros has 'grown out of'? (also do nolo/fingon ever get to write letters to turgon&aredhel? would they get a chance to see them if they visited? do t&a ever try to rescue them? would they rescue curufin/tyelpe too?)

There are definitely times when Curufin refuses to do things, but Nolo and Fingon would rather get it over with. Maedhros doesn’t call them all to his chamber that often, but when he does it’s for something elaborate. Also, Maglor has permission/access to them as well, and once he gets over it being weird to fuck his (former) brother, he’s going to want full on erotic plays. Curufin has been “broken in” enough that he no longer tries to run or attack, but he still has his pride. He mostly realizes that he has to obey orders for outright sex acts, but if he feels like he’s the butt of a joke, he’ll just stand there. Or sometimes if a chore is particularly humiliating, he’ll also refuse to do it, even if it’s moving something heavy that really needs multiple people.

When Curufin’s being uncooperative, Nolo will try to reason with him. “There’s only two ways this is going to end. You do it now; or you stubbornly refuse to until they punish you and then you do it. I know it’s unpleasant, but there’s no way around it.”

Fingon, by contrast, doesn’t expect reasoning with Curufin to work. If Curufin’s the only one who will get punished, Fingon leaves him to it. If not, Fingon will try to physically force him to go along. Maglor’s script calls for Curufin to crawl on his knees; Fingon trips him. Maedhros wants them all to leave their robes in their room and come to him naked on the balcony, so there’s nothing to worry about getting blown away; Fingon grabs Curufin’s hand after his bath and starts walking. It turns into a physical fight once or twice, until Maedhros makes it clear he’s far too busy to deal with them fighting, and next time anyone is punched, both of them (or perhaps even all four) will be whipped. After that, they’re both careful to keep it to plausibly deniable “bumping into each other”.

When Curufin actually disobeys in front of Maedhros, there’s really nothing Nolo or Fingon can do.

Fun fact: Since Curufin is locked up in Maedhros’s bedroom for a week straight, it falls to Nolo and Fingon to look after Celebrimbor. He’s a terrified thirteen year old who just had his entire life upended, so they both have a lot of sympathy for him. (And he never hurt them, as that was a sexual privilege reserved for adults.) They teach him how to do the tedious chores, and where lunch is served for all the servants, and where extra cleaning supplies are kept if you run out of rags halfway through polishing the mirrors. They also explain how he’ll be expected to behave, and make sure to quickly greet any nobles they see in their work so that Celebrimbor can echo their response.

They don’t really know how to comfort Celebrimbor - him “losing” all his uncles, who he actually liked, is different than it was for Fingon - but they try. Nolo reassures Celebrimbor that Curufin will be back soon, after a few days he’ll be trusted enough to be out Maedhros’s direct sight, and Curufin was not seriously injured last time Nolo saw him. Fingon assures Celebrimbor that your father being trained to be a sex slave doesn’t actually mean he’ll stop loving you or wanting to hang out with you, though of course Curufin and Celebrimbor will have far less free time than they did before.

When Curufin here’s about this he’s furious. (This scene takes place with Curufin chained to a wall in the Servant Nolofinweans’ quarters, because that’s where  Maedhros put him for the night.)

Curufin: “Get away from my son! I won’t have you perverts corrupting him.”

Nolo: “What have we done that’s so perverse? All I’ve taught Celebrimbor is some useful cleaning tips.”

Curufin: “You’ve fucked your own brother, and your children! Fingon rode his brother’s cock in front of half the court, and your daughter spends most of her time in the palace naked and covered in seed.”

Nolo is not going to punch someone who is tied up and unable to punch back. At least, not unless directly ordered to. “You were often the one who ordered such, and yet you think yourself above us?”

Curufin: “I’ve ordered mules to carry things, and I’m above them too.”

Nolo: “You’re one to talk, with how you were gagging for Maedhros an hour ago.”

Curufin: “That’s different! He forced me to do it, you walked in there on your own two feet.”

Nolo: “I walked in because I knew I’d be dragged otherwise. I desire it less than you do.”

So yeah, they’re not exactly friends. Also, Fingon locked Celebrimbor in Aredhel’s old bedroom (with himself outside the door) when the argument started, to shield him from Curufin’s anger and humiliation. Hell get to talk to Curufin once Curufin is no longer talking about sex though.

eg--maedhros has to go deal with something urgent & to  save time tells curufin/fingon to prep each other.

First off: Curufin is still definitely attracted to Fingon and Nolo. He resents being told what to do, but if ordered to fuck or touch one of them he will take the excuse to get his hands all over them. He probably still won’t do a useful job though - more of playing with Fingon’s nipples or cock with one hand, while one finger of the other is in Fingon’s ass so Fingon can’t pull away. Fingon considers prer to be defined as stretching and lubing Curufin enough that Maedhros will enjoy sticking his cock in, with Curufin in little enough pain that he can come if Maedhros tries for that. So Fingon just goes with three fingers from the start, and uses Curufin’s moment of surprise to reach back and prep himself a bit better. Sure, Curufin would be punished for doing a bad job, but Fingon would be stuck with inadequate prep.

Fingon doesn’t push Curufin away because Maedhros could be back at any moment, and he ordered them to prep each other rather than themselves. (Maedhros finds the thought of his sex slaves “playing with” each other very arousing, even though he knows it’s just a show for him.)

Maedhros goes for the thematic/ironic punishments. The next night, Maedhros orders Fingon to prep Curufin as badly as he was prepped, and then puts a giant dildo in Curufin. He can take it out when he comes, and he’s not allowed to touch his cock.

That’s assuming that Curufin’s bad prep “just” caused pain or injury to Fingon. If Curufin actually did such a bad job prepping Fingon that Maedhros had to wait, or felt pain, that would be terrible. Maedhros would beat him with a crop, and then chain Curufin’s hands behind his back - if he’s not going to use them as ordered, he doesn’t need them. If Curufin apologized very, very well the next night, Maedhros might unchain his hands before putting the dildo in.

(Fingon’s prep of Curufin is judged as adequate, especially if he touches Curufin’s cock enough to get it hard before Maedhros gets back. Fingon knows what his “audience” wants.)

Getting ordered to do things to each other at parties is mostly something Maedhros “grew out of”. He’s king now, and has a whole lot more power than just making “low” people fuck on his command. Possibly Maglor still orders it though. And Maedhros does like private shows, he just doesn’t need a big audience for his sex salves fucking each other.

I don’t think Maedhros would allow Nolo and Fingon to write letters back and forth with Turgon and Aredhel - too easy to plan an escape, even if Maedhros reads the letters too. He’d probably allow one way communication though.  Tugon and Aredhel can write letters to their family that will be read by a guard, but will reach their destination. Maedhros will occasionally have Nolo or Fingon attend him at court (clothed) so that everyone can see their subservience, and Turgon and Aredhel can know they’re still alive.

They would be standing beside Maedhros’ throne, fetching notes he left in his room, or a drink of water, or his lunch; wiping up any spills immediately, whether on the throne or the floor or Maedhros’s robes. Occasionally holding a book or similar where Maedhros can see it, without wrinkling his robe by setting it in his lap. After a year or so, Maedhros has Curufin attend him as well - in a beautiful gag the first couple times, just in case.