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venusskissed · 1 year ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐂 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐒 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+

🪽 this pick a pack/pile is focusing on your FS’ sexual energy towards you in (or out) of the bedroom. or, if you aren’t too curious of your FS or not into marriage you can replace it with someone you are interested in/your soulmate/life long partner. whatever suits your cup pretty doll. 🫶🏻

#P01 #P02 #P03

— ౨ৎ : close your eyes and take a deep breath, then choose the pile your eyes landed on. it’s also fine to choose multiple or the one you felt drawn to from the get go either because of intuition or something else. do what best suits you. 💖

🧾ㅤㅤ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is an intimate pile for adults. There is a reason for that, it is not meant to be viewed by minors as it’s too explicit and not meant for you. I don’t care if you think you are mature or ready to view it, these warnings exist for a good reason.

pile 01

⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 ace of swords, the star, ace of pentacles, wolf, swan, rat

please keep in mind that this is a very general reading, a lot of things will come through and some of it will resonate while some things might not. focus on things that do, as they are meant for you and the rest is possibly for somebody else.

hello my beautiful pile one! 🫶🏻 right of the bat I can tell that your chosen one thinks the world of you. in their eyes you are the most beautiful woman/man/person that there ever was or will ever be. some of you might agree with this, some of you might not, but that doesn’t matter. nothing in this world can make them change their opinion of you, they love every curve of your body, the feeling of your skin, your scent, the way you talk and the way you move they can’t help but get needy by it. you make them horny but in a really desperate way. even if your body isn’t curvy there is something about it that they can’t get out of their head; to them it’s just simply perfect.

they might even fantasise about you quite often, if not on the daily. the thought of you could very easily make them hard/wet. not in a slight way, rather very visibly and faster than they would like to admit. for most people this is a man, or someone who was born as one so they could often fantasise about slowly entering you and then fastening up the pace to drive you crazy, or if it’s a woman they could want you to do this to them. (for the submissive sapphic women & submissive straight men this is still very possible through pegging 🫶🏻) the thing they seem to enjoy about it is the visuals of you being hard/wet or perhaps the wetness, cum or lube creating a shine on your bodies which makes it aesthetically appealing. as well as your noises! they really like your moans, sighs, whines and perhaps even screams.

they seem to worship your body, mind and soul pile one. and while I know a lot of readings say that it is with a good reason. in their eyes you are the star, it doesn’t get better than you and they don’t even want it to. they are very much in awe by everything you do. I can see you arching your back a lot in pleasure, exposing your entire body to them while they are thrusting inside you/going down on you and their mind goes foggy because they just adore every single little thing about you. they don’t know if they should continue, do something else for bigger reactions or touch your beautiful body all over. (their words, in no way am I trying to sexualise you.)

while we are at that topic they also seem to have a strong desire to let you know they would do anything for you. literally anything you ask as long as it’s nothing too extreme. they would even switch positions for you (if they are a dom become submissive for you and wise versa), try out things they didn’t hear of before and what you might be curious of, try out things they aren’t into (public, swallowing, letting you have full control if you wish etc.).. your wish is their command, truly.

they might even get mad if anything or anyone interrupts them from giving you the utmost pleasure that you deserve. not in a toxic way, but rather they want to give you all the attention that you deserve. not a single thing can get their mind off you, and they don’t want to let you go ‘just yet’. they might be someone who enjoys making the entire process long when possible, could possibly be into rounds. they want to be the best you ever had. your best choice ever. your greatest. anything of those lines.

their higher self also wants to brag a bit, it’s kinda funny. however it’s not with any bad intentions, they just want you to know that they are capable of pleasing you and they will. the thing they really want to brag about is their body. If you have a preference for men their private era could be really big and whatever you consider pretty. big as in long and possibly thick too. if you have a preference for women their chest era could be bigger and their skin could be really smooth. (again, I am in no way trying to sexualise you or your FS, it’s just something they want you to know.)

they could also be protective of you in general. for some of you this person is a few years older than you so that might be the reason why. they can see through certain situations than you do thus having this desire to take care of you, to be there for you! this would translate into the bedroom too, they will always make sure you are comfortable, enjoying yourself and feel the absolute best you can. very big on after care too, they will massage your body if it’s sore, watch things with you, talk with you and reassure you. tell you what’s in their heart, how well you did and how much they love you. their favourite would be cuddling with you, possibly spooning while having deep heartfelt conversations with you. they are truly your lover boy/girl/person. hopelessly devoted to you~

this pile also has a very healing energy for the both of you. either you, them or possibly both of you. although the energy is coming through more for them for majority of this pile. though, you know yourself best, if you know this will be a healing connection for you I will trust you. 🫶🏻

your person could have had a past experience that left them quite scarred and have an unhealthy relationship with sex and intimate things in general. there are mixed messages coming through but for majority of this pile they became closed off and unwilling to look at it as anything that could possibly be a positive thing. for a very small portion of the readers it’s the opposite, meaning they could have became over sexual. (or possibly you two could be opposites, you have to trust your intuition with this.) either way it affected their mental health quite a lot. now I am not saying they would rely on you entirely to make their life better, to heal them completely and always drop anything for them. they aren’t asking you to push your limits. rather they gain energy from you being yourself. your words, actions, behaviour, opinions and the way you are will make them realise that they aren’t as repulsed by intimacy as they thought. that it’s okay to have natural urges and don’t be too hard on themselves since it. more than anything this feels like letting go of shame and allowing one’s self to live.

𐙚ᅠ what are their kinks?

there is a lot coming through this pile so please bear with me sweet sweet dolly 🫶🏻

first and foremost hair pulling seems to be a kink of theirs. not something they are huge on but do a lot regardless. possibly not even noticing that you are doing it or wishing for it. doesn’t seem to be a fetish they just enjoy it quite a lot.

something they are consciously loving is breeding kink though. which, might sound scary or possibly very unpleasant for many people reading this but don’t worry, they just enjoy the feeling of cumming inside you/you having an orgasm inside them. (I am really sorry for saying it that way, there is really no nicer way to say it.) so, they just really enjoy creampies. so make sure to keep yourselves protected my beautiful pile one!!! 🫶🏻 (most of you won’t listen but it’s okay.)

they might just really be into cum play in general.

size kink seems to be their thing too! it could manifest in many different kind of ways such as height difference or being aroused by the size of specific body parts. & for the people who are nervous about the height difference thing.. they mean well, nothing harmful! they might just really enjoy feeling needed and as if they can protect their partner. they want you to rely on them and feel safe, and to them personally this would be a visual representation of it.

they might really be into relationship dynamics such as gloomy x excited one, sunshine x sunshine protector, mean x sweet one. (if you have a hard time imagining this think of jade x cat or ymir x krista)

and of course, for some of you they could have a worship kink.

other things that might be relevant: ‘nah, baby I am a train wreck too. I loose my mind when it comes to you. I take my time with the ones I choose and I don’t want a smile if it ain’t from you’, red, doodle?, ‘take a hint’, plush fish/shark, jelly, cold, pom-poms, boyloves, cars, multilingual, chain, cross

🦢 that is all my beautiful pile one! thank you for your precious time, I hope you enjoyed this PAC! 🫶🏻 please keep in mind that this is a reading on current energies, these can change anytime! I am sorry for any spelling mistakes as english isn’t my first language and I haven’t proof read yet! 💖

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pile 02

⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 five of swords, the tower, nine of cups, deer, monkey, lady bird

⚠️: I can see that some of you who chose this pile are in abusive relationships. If that’s not you, that’s wonderful. however if you unfortunately resonate with that and feel like you have to do stuff you don’t want to please leave or reach out to trusted sources for help.

hello my beautiful pile two 🫶🏻 first of all I would like to say that wow, this is so much different from pile one. this one shocked me quite a lot because I didn’t expect it. before you continue I would like to warn that this pile is very kinky, for half of you your person is heavily into bdsm and for the other half.. well, they are still very kinky just not to the extremes. so if you are uncomfortable with such things I recommend stepping away as this might not be your pile or just to wait until you are ready to read about it. of course, it’s your choice I just felt like some people reading this are inexperienced or aren’t used to a person like this.

with that said, I know some of you are rolling your eyes ‘but I would like that-‘ stop ✋ that was not for you bby, whatever you are into (I hope) comes right now.

I would like to start with saying your person has a degradation kink. mostly in a verbal way, they could have a preference for giving too. I don’t see them minding receiving, but they prefer to give it. such as slapping you during the act, dirty talk, speaking down on you, possibly spitting on you and cursing at you. there is a very assertive and aggressive energy here.

although I would like to say that they wouldn’t proceed to do any of it without your consent or permission. this person still seems loving, caring, thoughtful and attentive of your needs. they find you hot and adore your body. they just happen to have rough preferences.

they could like positions that require back hugs while thrusting inside you/being thrusting into. so possibly something that involves spooning so they can kiss your cheek or neck during it. shoulders too.

for most of you your fs/chosen person could go out of their way to make you feel loved after a rough round as they could have a tendency to challenge your limits. so they could possibly prefer to have second rounds or a make out session after so they can make you feel loved, appreciated and so you are aware that they don’t want to harm you or wish bad for you. of course, they wouldn’t neglect after care it’s just their way of making sure you know they do love you.

I also heard ‘it’s all just a play’ so they could be really into role playing, especially things that show a clear power dynamic between you two. so after all that they could/will possibly kiss your body all over while praising you and expressing their affection for you.

however they are still very kinky and before any of that could happen they will be making a mess out of you. for some of you they could want to tie you up (your wrists) with ropes or those adult play handcuffs.. you know, with some fluff. blindfold you and just hit it from behind (literally how their guides said it) while whispering into your ear. they seem to have an enjoyment of triggering your senses. it turns them on because it turns you on. they also enjoy seeing your body shiver and be more sensitive as it usually would be. they could be into overstimulation too, honestly.

gender doesn’t really seem to play a role here because they would want to do these things to you either way. though if you are a man or was born as one I would like to point out they would really like to tease your balls (might like to suck on it), and they could possibly want to ride you while you are blindfolded.

unfortunately I am not too similar with the name of toys so you will have to bear with me here.. </3 if you are a man/was born as one your person definitely wants to try out a cock ring (?) on you as long as you allow them, if you are a woman/was born as one they could possibly want you to wear those panty vibrators they can control. now I really don’t know the name of this one but do you know the name of those bdsm balls that goes into the mouth? it has straps at the side. they could be into that too

they could also look at you as a prize, not in a toxic way though but rather that they are the only one allowed to touch, see and make you feel this way. It makes them feel fulfilled, it feeds their ego and they honestly love it. they might even like to have public sex or make you so loud the whole neighbourhood hears you. or at least fantasise about it. they want everyone to know you are theirs and no one else can have you. maybe they want people to see you? but not your naked body, just enough to know they are making you feel good, driving you crazy.

If you have ever read ‘painter of the night’ your person reminds me of seungho. their ego, kinks, acts of affection, jealousy, possessiveness, stamina and teasing seem to be pretty much similar.

I also want to point out that the reason your FS/chosen person would go this far it that they are aware that you have been fantasising about such things for a while but couldn’t exactly get the chance to live it out. in fact many people who chose this pile might be virgins, curious, curious ones. (ofc not all of you.) so in a way they just want to please you, allow you to live your wildest fantasies out. of course, they enjoy it too but their focus is fully on you.

you might be someone that has really specific kinks but is shy about them and doesn’t have anyone to talk with about it or perhaps any way to healthily live it out. so they want to be there for you, be the one.

they want you to trust them, show you how good they can make you feel and that they are always ready to pleasure you whenever you need them. just say the words and they are on their knees.. or whatever position you want them to be in.

𐙚ᅠ what are their kinks?

I feel like we have pretty much everything since your person doesn’t seem to look at sex as a deeper spiritual/emotional act aside from taking care of your needs and making sure you know they do love you wholeheartedly, but I will still try to do my best to gather/organise everything that comes through.

bdsm. self explanatory, they mostly want to use toys on you and trigger your senses in order for you to feel everything in a deeper manner. (as in more intensely)

edging! they could/will/do enjoy teasing your body and withholding you from orgasming multiple times. they enjoy to see your body shake under their touch and hear your whines. and of course, they enjoy that it makes your orgasms more intense/stronger.

blindfolds. being blindfolded or blindfolding you.. they don’t really care, they just enjoy it being involved.

possibly being watched. it’s like bragging to them, rubbing it into people’s face (not literally..), making sure they know that your person owns you.

consensual r-*play. this is for a very small portion of you but if this doesn’t seem like your thing please do not force yourself to do things just for the sake of pleasing others. if it’s something you are into I won’t judge, just be safe.

other things that might be relevant: 80s/90s/00s songs or era in general, gojo, playlist, bts, butterfly, barbie phone (??), diary, manifestation, shy, shine, that one scene in euphoria, back massage, spanking, marks, snap, sounds, fantasia (?)

🦢 that is all my beautiful pile two! thank you for your precious time, I hope you enjoyed this PAC! 🫶🏻 please keep in mind that this is a reading on current energies, these can change anytime! I am sorry for any spelling mistakes as english isn’t my first language and I haven’t proof read yet! 💖

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pile 03

⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 justice, king of swords, two of cups, monkey, owl, camel

hello my beautiful pile three! 🫶🏻 this is by far the calmest pile, there is a very calm, sure, confident and well balanced out energy here, it’s honestly quite refreshing.

are you a person who asks for signs a lot? because some people’s guides here seem pretty annoyed. they have been sending them but you either ignore them or miss them so they would like to kindly ask you to please pay attention to this reading! unfortunately it might be shorter than the other two piles but regardless I will try to expand on things as much as possible.

so, first of all I would like to start of with that this person is older than you so this is definitely an age gap relationship. I am talking older than 6 years~ they seem like a very serious person and quite honestly their current energy is stressed.

I don’t think they are focused on sex, or intimate things in general at the moment. they have very little experience and for some of you they have been saving themselves for marriage. (yes, even if they are older.) this could be either because of religious reasons or their very own principles. either way they look at sharing their body with someone as something very intimate, special, something that only the love of their life is deserving of. they look at it in a very precious light, it’s something they treasure.

now, they do not mind if you have more experience than them. it’s just that for them there needs to be a special connection before they allow someone to have access to their body and the other way around. they don’t wish to engage in anything sexual or intimate (so, even if it’s a kiss.) unless they are in love with the person. if there are no mutual feelings involved this person will one hundred precent be uninterested. so, I will be honest with you pile three, your future spouse/chosen person might very well be demisexual. (for those who are unaware it’s a form of asexuality. demisexual people can still have and enjoy sex, however they will need a strong bond in order to go that far. I recommend searching it up if that resonates. 🫶🏻)

because of this they might be unaware of some if not most of their kinks. or even be lost about why some things might be appealing to people. their energy is really disinterested.

not necessarily in you though. for you pile three they would be shy, needy and want to try out many things. it’s just that they have zero desires aside from you. you will awaken a lot of things inside them, make them realise many things about themselves that they never had any idea about. for some of you, you might be the first person (and probably last) to ever get them hard/wet or possibly you would be the first ever reason they orgasm. it’s not like they have problems, your body just has that kind of affect on them.

they find you beautiful, every inch of you. they could really like your waist and skin. if you have a darker skin tone (tan to black) they are over the moon. not in a fetish kind of way, they just find you beautiful. your beauty is enough to turn them on honestly, you don’t even have to be naked. If you are though they will be the neediest, clingiest person ever. kissing every inch of your body between praises. sucking and biting your skin as they grab your thighs, ass, waist, play with your chest.. whatever you let them. they just want to feel you under their hands. to know you are there, to know you are theirs.

they also really like the way you taste, especially if you like sweets. (they just really wanted me to highlight this… do some of you like pineapples?)

if you are on the chubbier side they love it. some of you might be really anxious about your body type but they honestly think you are the most beautiful ever. at times they could/will stare at you in awe, checking you up and down and getting turned on just by the sight. might even bite their lip. they seem to really really like your stomach, waist, hips and butt. their energy is still shy but they are one horny mf.

they will want to make love to you on some kind of desk, possibly have many fantasies of it. (not exactly the words their guides used, but it felt wrong to use for this pile.) honestly some of you might be coworkers even despite the age gap.

despite their lack of experience they seem to know what they like, which is you bending over and screaming their name while you whine, moan and cry uncontrollably from pleasure.

do you guys know that one ship that started as a joke? nanami x tiana. you two remind me of that.

𐙚ᅠ what are their kinks?

possibly something with clothes. maybe massaging them through pants/skirt or having sex with clothes on. they seem to be curious of ripping them off you too but they are unsure if they would like the after math of it. (aka destroyed clothes)

they seem to have a thing for sun x moon dynamic. as in polar opposites. it could possibly turn them on for some reason. (ofc they still want to have things in common)

possibly blowjob under the desk while they are working.. they seem to be curious about how far they could go before it gets too good? as in before the feeling of pleasure makes it impossible to focus.

unfortunately I cannot tell you more than this as they seem very unsure too. </3

other things that could be relevant: ‘finally your dreams come true’, princess and the frog (seriously), ‘almost there, closer closer everyday’, sneezes, scarfs & earmuffs, eyeshadow, dinner date, romance/romantic/romantica, books, acts of service, sweets

🦢 that is all my beautiful pile three! thank you for your precious time, I hope you enjoyed this PAC! 🫶🏻 please keep in mind that this is a reading on current energies, these can change anytime! I am sorry for any spelling mistakes as english isn’t my first language and I haven’t proof read yet! 💖

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flowersintheimpala69 · 4 months ago

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wrote a little something about sam and blurry wife going to couples therapy <3

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Diane and Sam Reid seem normal enough.

According to their file, they’re the typical suburban couple. Married six years, with one five-year-old son. Sam is a data entry clerk, while Diane is a pediatrician. Forty-six and forty-four respectively. Perhaps a bit older than most parents, but nothing overtly amiss with the Reids.

Carol taps her pen against her chin as she continues to peer through their file. There isn’t much else. They’d only emailed a few times, and the only explanation provided for seeking therapy was ‘martial problems’. Their first session was scheduled for 2 pm to 3 pm on Tuesday. She supposes she’ll just have to wait until then to find out more.

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Carol’s first impression is they’re a very attractive couple. Diane is medium height, with sharp cheekbones and brown hair down to her shoulders. Sam is tall and wide-shouldered, especially fit for his age, with brown hair that stops just below his ears.

“Where can we sit?” Diane asks, voice flat but polite.

“On the couch is okay,” Carol responds, “Unless either of you would prefer the armchair?”

“Couch is fine,” Diane says, smiling thinly. The couple sit on the couch but maintain a slight distance. Diane sits up straight with her hands clasped in her lap, while Sam curls in on himself, arms crossed.

“Do we call you Dr. Davis or Carol?” Diane asks.

“Carol is fine,” Carol answers warmly. She adjusts the notepad in her lap. “How was the drive here?”

“Good,” Sam answers, speaking for the first time since he’d entered the room, “We live in Dustin, so it’s only a 20-minute drive.”

“I’m sorry,” Diane says, “Do mind if we skip the pleasantries?”

“Of course. This is your time.”

“Great.”

“Could you tell me a bit about your relationship?” Carol asks.

“It’s great,” Sam says at the same time Diane says, “Strained.” They exchange an awkward look.

“Strained is an interesting word. How so?”

Diane laughs awkwardly, “God, where to start? Well for starters, Sam doesn’t open up to me. At all.”

Sam huffs, “It’s not like I have to tell her every little thing about me. She’s just… paranoid.”

“I’m not paranoid. I feel like any person would about knowing zilch in regards to the last forty years of their husband's life,” Diane says, “Right?”

“I understand how that would be frustrating.”

“He could be a criminal for all I know.”

“I’m not.” Sam says, but his voice wavers, “I’m just a private person.”

“Private? That’s an understatement. I don’t even know what your mom’s name is.” Diane says.

“Why would you even want to know that.”

“It’s the principle of it.”

Diane gives Carol a look as if to say see what I deal with?

“Why don’t you like to share your past with Diane?” Carol asks Sam, “Are you afraid she’d use it against you?”

Sam shrugs, “I just don’t like having to think about it.”

“I can understand that, but for the sake of your relationship do you think you could open up a bit?”

Diane looks at Sam expectantly.

Sam sighs, “Sure. Fine. My mother’s name was Mary.” He dosen’t say more.

“Do you think you could share more?” Carol asks.

“Like what.” Sam snaps.

Diane gives him a disapproving look. Carol smiles in an attempt to lessen the tension in the room. She’s not successful.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know, Diane?”

“Just—What was your childhood like? Have you been married before? Where did you grow up?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “Complicated, no, and all over. Is that enough?”

“No, Sam, it’s not,” Diane huffs.

“You used the word ‘complicated’,” Carol comments, “Could you expand?”

Sam shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah. Sure. It was just. We moved around a lot. I never stayed in a school long enough to make friends.”

“We?”

“My dad and brother.” Sam clarifies. At the mention of brother Diane tenses. Carol chooses not to comment on it for the time being.

“Why did you move around so much?” Carol asks.

“For my dad’s work,” Sam says, “He was a mechanic,” Sam says the word like it’s venom in his mouth.

Carol nods, “You said you moved schools a lot. That sounds difficult, you must have been lonely.”

“No,” Sam says, “It wasn’t.” His face softens for a split second, “I had my brother.”

“You two were close?”

“Yeah,” Sam says, voice just above a whisper. “Something like that.”

Carol writes down brother in her notes. She turns to Diane, “Did you know about Sam’s brother?”

Diane laughs, “Jesus, how couldn’t I? He has a safe of his things in our closet. It’s full of just junk: old flannels, a flask, mix tapes, a weird brass necklace—which he never wears but the way he acts about it you’d think it was made of gold. At least that’s what I’ve caught glimpses of. Only Sam has the combination to the safe and he’s possessive over it.”

Sam bristles, “It’s not junk.”

“Also! He keeps his brother’s car—which he never uses—in the garage and blows a fuse whenever I suggest we sell it. He refuses to drive it but sometimes sits in it for hours. Not that anyone else is allowed near it.”

Sam doesn’t respond.

“His brother’s all he talks about.” Diane explains, lips pursed, “But it's like. He doesn’t share details about him. It just slips out. It’s always ‘Oh I used to watch that with my brother’ or ‘My brother used to do that’. But the second you ask for more information he clams up. It’s… frustrating.”

“I don’t owe you details about him,” Sam says defensively, “He’s… He’s not something you can just get a piece of.”

Diane rolls her eyes, “God, you act like he’s your best-kept secret or your childhood sweetheart.”

Sam doesn’t respond to that, but the way his cheeks flush is telling enough.

“Sam?” Carol asks, “What do you think about what Diane has said?”

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

Diane huffs but doesn’t protest. “Fine,” She says, voice sardonic and tight, “How about we talk about our sex life then?” Sam bristles.

Carol tilts her head, “What about your sex life?”

“Well for starters it’s nearly nonexistent.”

Sam stiffens, “I don’t owe you sex, Diane.��

“I never said you did,” Diane retorts, “You’re being defensive.”

“Let’s try to use ‘I feel’ statements,” Carol interjects.

“Fine, I feel like you’re being defensive.”

“Good.” Carol says smiling, before turning to Sam, “What do you think about what Diane has said?”

“I think she needs to stop being so obsessed with the sex thing.”

“He’s just embarrassed,” Diane explains, “He has a difficult time getting hard.”

Sam bristles, but doesn’t respond. Carol nods her head and in her notes writes erectile dysfunction.

“Is that the main cause for the lack of sex?”

“Yes and no,” Diane answers, she opens her mouth to say more but hesitates.

“Could you say more?”

Diane’s face screws up, “I don’t know how to say this next thing.”

Sam interjects, “She thinks it's a bigger deal than it is.”

Diane glares at Sam, “You’re just saying that because you’re ashamed.”

“Ashamed of what?” Carol asks, peering curiously at the couple.

“Sam has these… fetishes.”

Sam blushes and looks down, but doesn't say anything to contradict.

“Fetishes aren’t uncommon,” Carol says, “What is the nature of these fetishes?”

“Sam needs pain to get hard.”

“Pain?”

“Hitting,” Diane explains, “And I don’t mean spanking or slapping. Like. Punching. Sometimes choking.”

“Okay,” Carol nods, “Sam, why do you think you feel the need for pain to reach sexual gratification?”

“I don’t—I just. It helps.”

“It’s not normal,” Diane insists, “I mean—Look, I’m sex-positive. I don’t really understand kink or whatever but I don’t—It’s not like I think kinky sex is bad. But he wants me to beat him. It’s not—I mean it, I’m not gonna abuse my husband.”

“It wouldn’t be abuse if I want it,” Sam protests, “I don’t understand why you think it’s such a big deal.”

“Okay,” Carol says, sensing the tension rising, “How about we—”

“The first time he asked me to hit him was our second time having sex. Second time. He just—It’s going great and then he just blurts out ‘can you hit me’. Like what am I suppose to say to that?”

Sam looks embarrassed. “You could’ve at least acted like it didn’t disgust you. That I didn’t disgust you.”

“You asked me to beat you, Sam, how did you think I would react? Christ.”

“I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have said it. Especially since it’s been seven years and you have yet to let it go,” Sam says through clenched teeth.

“He also—He can’t be pinned down during sex. He doesn’t like it when I’m on top. Even though I’m like less than half his weight and completely non-threatening, he can’t stand it. He can only do doggy style. I think it’s a PTSD thing.”

“Oh, is it a crime to have preferences now?” Sam retorts. His fists are clenched tightly on his knees.

“I never said that.”

“What Diane said about PTSD,” Carol says, “Is that true?”

“No,” Sam says at the same time Diane says, “Not officially.”

Sam rolls his eyes at his wife’s statement, ‘You’re a pediatrician, Diane, not a psychologist.”

“It doesn’t take a psychologist to figure it out. He’s depressed too. And half a billion other things.”

“Don’t say that!” Sam interjects, offended. “You don’t know close to enough about me to make claims like that.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem, Sam. I’m your wife of nearly a decade and I still don’t know why you jump at sudden sounds or cringe whenever we pass a diner or puke at the sight of raw meat,” Diane says, “Which aren’t exaggerations. He can’t be in the kitchen when I make hamburgers.”

“I have a sensitive stomach,” Sam insists.

“He used to sleep with a gun under his pillow. I had to beg him to stop. Now he just keeps it in the nightstand. We live in the safest part of town. That’s not normal.”

“It’s just a force of habit,” Sam insists.

“Yeah. That’s still not normal.”

Carol writes down in her notepad PTSD? Veteran?

“Are you scared that something will happen, Sam?” Carol asks.

“No—Well, I mean—Anything can happen. Anytime. It’s just good to be prepared.”

“Sure, Sam,” Diane interjects, “And salt on our windowsills helps us prepare how?” She says mockingly.

“I’m just superstitious,” Sam explains.

“Back to sex,” Diane says, “He says other people’s names in bed.”

“Oh?” Carol says. In her notepad, she writes cheater?

“Yeah. He’s said Ruby before. Once Toni. He—” Diane laughs through her nose, “He said Lucifer once. Like the Devil. I don’t even know what that’s about.”

Sam says nothing, his eyes fixed on the carpet.

“I used to think he was cheating on me. Because of the Ruby thing. Then after he said Lucifer I wondered if it was like, a sex fantasy or something. Except. Well. He doesn’t really say their names in pleasure. Sometimes when we have sex it’s like he’s lost in his head, and he says those names because he’s reliving something else.”

Carol turns to Sam, “Does that sound accurate, Sam?”

Sam shrugs, “Sure. I guess.”

“Are you remembering bad experiences?”

Sam stills, then gives a sharp nod of his head.

“I think it’s a PTSD thing,” Diane explains. “He won’t admit it, but the way he acts sometimes… It makes me think he was like. Raped or something.”

Sam tenses. “Don’t—Don’t use that word.” He says.

“Is that true,” Carol inquires, “Were you sexually assaulted?”

“I wasn’t—It’s complicated. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay. That's okay, Sam. We don’t have to talk about anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Diane pipes up suddenly, “There’s another thing. About the names.”

Sam jolts, “Diane—”

“He said our son’s name during sex.”

Carol doesn’t know what to say to that.

Sam has his face in his hands.

“Yeah. It was one of the few times I agreed to indulge in his… fetish. And he moaned our son’s name. Then came. So. It wasn’t a PTSD thing. And that’s—that’s fucked up.”

“Well,” Carol says as she writes down in her notepad pedophile?

“It wasn’t about DJ,” Sam says quietly, his gaze downcast, “I’d never…” He trailed off.

“DJ is your son?”

“Yeah,” Sam said, sniffling a bit, “Stands for Dean Jr. So if it makes it any better it was about, y’know, the original Dean.”

“Oh.” Carol says, crossing pedophile out. “Did you know this, Diane?”

Diane laughs, “Yeah, of course I did. Otherwise, I would’ve called the fucking cops. But it’s still fucked up.”

Carol nods, “I understand how Sam saying an ex-lover's name in bed could be upsetting.”

Diane raises her eyebrows and purses her lips, “Dean isn’t Sam’s ex-lover.”

“Oh? Who’s Dean?”

Diane looks over at Sam expectingly. Sam shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

“Dean was my brother.”

Carol has to fight herself to keep her expression appropriate.

“Was?” She asks.

“He’s dead.”

Carol writes down incest complex and Dean: dead brother.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sam.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

Diane huffs, but remains silent.

“Okay,” Carol says, closing her notepad, “Our time is up for today.”

Diane stands up briskly, “Thank you, Dr. Davis.”

Sam gets up slowly, “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Of course,” Diane says as she opens the door for them, ‘I’ll see you two same time next week.”

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest #gencest #samdean #weirdcest #sam’s blurry wife #my writing #fanfic

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kurishiri · 4 months ago

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Premium END ┊ Dark If —Alfons Sylvatica—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: near death experience, named character death.

(…W-wait, what…?)

(For a while now, why was I…)

Why was I trying to find Alfons in other people?

Kate: ——!

(I… Alfons——)

???: Snow White.

Kate: Alfons, I——

Natalia: I’m the first prince of the neighboring country. My name is Natalia.

(It’s... not Alfons.)

Kate: Ah, it’s a pleasure to be your acquaintance.

Blue-eyed prince: Hey, look. Isn’t that Prince Natalia from the Adel Empire?

Green-eyed prince: He’s princely in wealth, looks, and character. This... isn’t our time to shine, perhaps.

(...Well it sure is clear to me now that I’ve caught the attention of someone highly affluent.)

Natlia: Princess, how about we talk some more over there? I brought some souvenirs as well.

Seeing that beaming smile, I felt left with no other choice.

Kate: Ah, alright. Then, shall we go?

Alfons the Mirror: .........

Since the night of the banquet, Prince Natalia stayed at this castle for a few days, and he invited me every day on a date.

Natalia: Princess. Do you see those flowers over there? They are as beautiful as you, I would say.

Kate: You flatter me. But, thank you.

Prince Natalia was just as the rumors told — he was perfect in every sense of the word.

He might very well be suited for the prince in the story of Snow White.

(If I choose him, the story will safely reach its happy ending.)

(...And if I do that, I will be able to return to the reality from where I came... I think.)

But even so, I found my gaze searching for that villainous smile of a mirror.

—— Neutral POV ——

Staring out in the garden where Natalia and Kate were, Elbert murmured.

Queen Elbert: That prince is Kate’s prince, and the missing thing in this world... perhaps?

Alfons the Mirror: Who knows? Perhaps so, although I know as well as the next person.

Queen Elbert: ...hehe.

Alfons the Mirror: What is it?

Queen Elbert: It is the first time I have seen such a look on your face.

Alfons the Mirror: ......... (O_O)

Queen Elbert: .........

E: Al. There is something I would like you to look into about that prince.

—— Time skip ——

On a certain day, Prince Natalia requested to take a look at my room.

(It is dangerous to be alone with a man, but it should be fine if it’s during the day, right?)

While drinking tea in my room, the conversation blossomed from there.

Natalia: Ahaha, it really is a joy to talk with you like this, princess.

N: Ah, that’s right.

N: There is actually something I haven’t yet given you.

Kate: You do?

Natalia: Indeed, it is this. Some sugar candies from my country.

Natalia dropped a single candy, which looked like jewels, into the tea.

Natalia: One of these makes the tea taste even better. Now, have a sip.

Kate: Then, I’ll do tha...

Just as I was about to bring the teacup to my lips, all of a sudden I remembered Alfons’ words.

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: A poisoned apple may not necessarily take the form of an apple itself. Do be careful from now on.

—— End flashback ——

(...Come to think of it, why did he want to check out my room anyway?)

(And besides that, if he had a souvenir, he should have given it earlier...)

Kate: ...Um, actually, I’m feeling quite full right now. So I will have some later.

In a moment, before my eyes the prince’s character distorted, and——

Natalia: ..................the hell?

N: Hah, jeez, you’re so troublesome. Stop dawdling and drink it already!

Kate: Eek...!

He roughly grabbed my head and forcefully pushed the teacup to my mouth.

Kate: No—stop it...!

Natalia: I’m gonna need you to die. And then I can kill the Queen while she’s crying and grieving over you.

N: Then amid the confusion, I will take over this country! So that’s why, drink it now!

(Ack, he’s so strong... I can’t resist.)

(Someone, anyone...)

(Alfons——)

Alfons the Mirror: If you two are holding a romantic clandestine meeting, I must ask you to be a tad more quiet while doing so.

Natalia: Guagh...!?

Alfons the Mirror: See, now your princess has been snatched right away from you.

Alfons’ saber pierced through the heart of the prince’s body.

Alfons the Mirror: Ahh! To see the carpet so stained red with blood! I can practically feel the pain of replacing it.

Kate: ...Alfons. And Queen Elbert too... but why?

Queen Elbert: There was a rumor that the neighboring country was scheming to invade us.

E: And when I had Al look into it, the rumors came out to be true.

Alfons the Mirror: I was a bit reckless, skewering the prince the way I did, but it poses no particular problem, I presume?

Queen Elbert: Yes, there is no problem. ...Our neighbors were the ones who initiated the attack.

(...T-thank goodness. I’m glad this country and Queen Elbert are alright...)

Kate: *cough*...

Alfons the Mirror: Kate?

With my body giving out on me, Alfons supported me with his arms.

Alfons the Mirror: Don’t tell me you drank it?

Kate: I’m...sorry... I couldn’t avoid it completely...

Queen Elbert: ...I will call the doctor immediately. I will leave Kate to you, Al.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and my head was becoming foggy, as though a mist had blanketed over my mind.

Even at such a time, the arms wrapped around my back were so gentle, I felt I might cry.

(...Hey, Alfons. You... are truly a kind person, aren’t you?)

The times Alfons would become a meddlesome presence to me was always whenever I was feeling down.

(You are someone who knows exactly what others want when they are struggling at their lowest point.)

(...I am sure... you are someone who has suffered deeply before.)

I didn’t have to find the missing thing anymore. I didn’t care if I couldn’t return to reality.

(I like you, Alfons.)

Kate: ...Al...fons. How about we... make a bet?

K: If I die, then you win. And, if I don’t die... please listen to what I have to say... without running away.

Alfons the Mirror: Alright then, you have yourself a bet. I will look forward to how it turns out then.

The mirror called Alfons reached out to softly stroke the back of my neck with his fingertips.

Alfons the Mirror: You are no longer in pain. You are only seeing a peaceful dream.

(.........ngh...)

Alfons the Mirror: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Al...fons?

Alfons the Mirror: This is the underworld. Unfortunately, you have already passed away after that.

A: And Queen Elbert was so much in grief he wouldn’t even swallow his food. As if he wasn’t already a light eater too!

I propped myself up from the bed and stared at my limbs.

Kate: ...I... am living, aren’t I? No matter from which angle I look.

Alfons the Mirror: Indeed, the stuff you drank was poison, beyond a shadow of doubt.

A: However, you consumed very little, so it wasn’t lethal.

A: And so we arrive here, at this very celebratory moment of having lived! Cue a round of applause from me here.

(W—wh...!)

Kate: Ah, jeez, my gosh——! Stop with your theatrics!

Alfons the Mirror: Aha, ow ow ow. Goodness, you sure do wake up quick, don’t you.

I hit his chest repeatedly, and when I stopped, I looked up at Alfons.

Kate: ...I won the bet. Alfons, I——

Alfons the Mirror: Before that, could you allow me a few words first?

Kate: ...? Sure...

Alfons the Mirror: Due to some mysterious process, you’ve wandered here as Snow White.

A: And so, someday, something may end up sending you back to reality.

Kate: You mean...

Alfons the Mirror: What a comedy it would be, indeed, were we to be separated the moment we chose to love each other, no?

A: Ahh, and there is also the possibility your memories may be wiped clean as well.

(Ahh, I see. He is such a kind person, even in times like these...)

Unable to hold it any longer, I grabbed Alfons’ collar and kissed him.

Alfons the Mirror: ......... (O_O)

Kate: ...Just as you say, there’s no way to tell what may happen tomorrow.

K: But, right now, I want you. And besides...

K: How could I ever forget, seeing how deeply I’ve fallen for you?

Alfons the Mirror: Hehe...

Kate: W-what’s so funny?

Alfons the Mirror: No, it’s just... your love is so direct, I couldn’t help but feel moved...

Kate: ...Somehow, I feel like you’re making fun of me though.

Alfons the Mirror: Whoops, outed so soon?

Kate: Jeez...

Alfons the Mirror: Haa, I surrender. If you insist, then it can’t be helped.

A: By all means, be played by this mirror to the fullest, so your life becomes an utter mess.

(...Somehow, it seems I’m always the one stumbling atop Alfons’ palm.)

It was frustrating, and in a small act of resistance, I tried to look away.

Alfons the Mirror: ...Hey, Kate. Look over here, why don’t you.

Kate: Ah...

Those naughty hands combed across my waist,

and my body, used to this pleasure, reacted.

Alfons the Mirror: If you don’t, I won’t be able to give you those oh-so-pleasurable kisses now, won’t I.

Alfons gave a poke to my pouting lips with his fingertips.

(This is bad... I really want to kiss Alfons.)

(And I want to do lots of pleasurable things too... but.)

Kate: ...If there’s something like love between you and me, some process might work its gears...

Alfons the Mirror: Come again?

Kate: ...You know, if we share a true love’s kiss, I won’t return back to reality... right?

(I was just talking big before, but maybe it’s a bit too early...)

Alfons the Mirror: ......... (O_O)

A: Ahha! Truly, you are...

Kate: Don’t laugh... I’m being serious here.

Alfons the Mirror: That definitely won’t happen.

Kate: And what makes you so confident?

Alfons the Mirror: ...You wish to know the answer?

Fin.

← prev epi → bitter 💌

masterlist 🗝️ ┋ ko-fi ☕️ ┋ comms🤍

#man its a happy end here #but i think for this se bitter is supposed to be more canon #enjoying the dopamine while it lasts xd #ikemen villains #ikevil #イケメンヴィラン #ikevil alfons #ikevil alfons sylvatica #alfons sylvatica #ikemen villains alfons #cybird ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #otome game #otome #ikevil translation #ikevil translations #d: cafekitsune

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heartofbusan · 10 days ago

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👋🏼 Hi,

Love your blog so I’m feeling it’s safe to ask you this, or comment on it. Under the guise of not being attacked for asking or having a question that’s outside the accepted narrative. I’m a jikooker, I’m in love with their love, this question is coming from a place of trying to understand only…

On to the song lyrics in your previous post; I’m wondering if everything JK posts must be about JM. (we will stipulate they love each other to the moon and back), but those lyrics? They really have a ‘friend’ feel. He has gone to Japan with Cha Eun Woo, (yesterday in bird there were signatures from both from a restaurant, but without context if it was recent. Imagine that will all come out soon enough), met his band mate in Hawaii. Is it conceivable the song is referencing really just hanging out with his friends as he pleases without all the drama that solos and shippers attach to it? Perhaps the verse about knowing people are disappointed but telling them to just let it go, is actually referencing ARMY?

That he will continue to live his life exactly as he pleases?

Hoping this isn’t a tedious or huge ask, but if you have the time, would you be able to let me know WHY this specific song has everything to do with JM, and JM alone?

🙏🏼 thanks!!

Hi 👋🏼

No worries here about being attacked 🥺 I wouldn't dare.

Reminder: There are no coincidences when it comes to jikook.

Ok. Back to the program 😊

Your ask isn't tedious, but my post isn't suggesting that the song has 'everything to do with Jimin", at all. My use of pictures and gifs might be what is making you think that, am I right in assuming?

By using those pictures, I am not reducing that song choice to be ONLY about Jimin, I'm just not choosing to add other connections to my post just because those aren't as interesting to me personally. Yes, I know he went to Hawaii with Tae, and I think I read about his trip with his friend.

However, I think, for JK, at least, Jimin is, just like for me, his main focus. JK and I have that in common. So, my inclination is to see those lyrics in connection to either Jimin or whatever he's feeling at that moment. Because that's definitely a theme with him.

Again, this is just my opinion and not a gospel that I'm trying to convince anyone of. If you choose not to see it that way, then fine, right? There is no need to agree or disagree. Still good friends.

As we're here now, why don't we look back at some of Jungkook's previous song recommendations and how those might relate to his real-life mood at the time.

Jungkook posted a cover of Golden's Hate Everything shortly after news broke of Jimin’s acute appendicitis and covid infection. I mean.. nothing other than those lyrics combined with what was happening to him could alert us to a deeper connection to Jimin, anon. See what I mean?

Something very curious came to my attention regarding his song recommendations today. JK loooovees a meaningful date!

It's been exactly 10 years since he recommended another very particular song with 'interesting' lyrics.

Unrequited love for a boy 😭

His song choices aren't just random. You're doing the man a grave injustice if you think like that. Whenever he goes live, he curates his playlist. It's his work and his passion to listen to music. Sharing songs with someone you love (us) is a love language we need to acknowledge more of. Way back when casette tapes existed, people used to make mixtapes for their crush with songs that reminded them of that person. The little cover could be decorated with handwritten titles and maybe some doodles..how cute! It was a: 'Listen to this song, the lyrics speak words I dare not say' kind of idea. How romantic anon 😭 and it's just SO JK of him. He's per his own admission, not good with words. His song recommendations, therefore, speak for themselves.

Same source:

Add to that the fact that him and Jimin were on Weverse a little before or after (i didn't catch the timing) he posted those songs. I think it was after. So, after he made it clear that him and Jimin were sitting together as they were posting, he then also made us take note of a bunch of songs. So, connecting his mood to Jimin isn't that strange as they have been, were, and will be together while they're enlisted. And he's not hiding that. He is the one who keeps spilling the proverbial beans. He's showing off 😩!

He himself made us aware they were together. If he had just ignored Jimin’s comment, we wouldn't have been any wiser of where Jimin was at that exact moment.

Blame JK 😩 he's the first member of the Jikook fanclub, Hoseok is the president, Jimin is the honorary member. I do not make the rules. Cookie and Chimmy do.

And because @stormblessed95 did such an excellent compilation of JK's song recommendations way back when, I'll link it here, too.

Now, all that is left is to wait for someone to connect the dots on the time he posted/shared the songs, or the weverse message to a certain date, 8/11, and then you'll really see jikookers go hog wild 🤡 i love it!

Thanks for this ask!

EDITED TO ADD

Just after posting I saw @slaaverin (omg I worship your work) had posted the same connecting thread! Anon..so much homework to dive into..yay!

#jikook #park jimin #jungkook #jimin #kookmin #peak jikook #sol asks

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scaredpigeons · 1 year ago

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Aqua Regia IV: Screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.

Previous chapter // Next chapter // First chapter

Neuvillette x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain isn’t the best for your health.

Authors Note: little suggestive again, but man am i ever loving this awkward tension and inner turmoilllllll heheheheh

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It was raining again.

He really couldn’t help himself, the emotions churning within him as he stormed away from the entrance to the fortress. He kept a calm facade as he eyed everyone— people going about their day, although complaining about the rain.

He’s sure he would complain too, if it didn’t feel so soothing on his skin.

It poured, and poured. He stood still then, watching as everyone around him rushed off, finding shelter or just running to their destinations as opposed to walking.

He could barely see three feet in front of him, the rain a heavy curtain on his angst.

How could he have done such a thing? So careless and violent?

He was well aware of the friendship between you and Duke Wriothesley. He spoke of you with Neuvillette just weeks after you were hired.

“Oh, you hired her?” Wriothesley said, smiling thoughtfully. “You’ll love her, she’s such a doll. Has she started doting on you yet? Wishing to cater to your every whim if it so pleases his honour?”

Neuvillette wrinkled his nose a bit at the tease, choosing to ignore the strange feelings stirring within him at Wriothesley’s comments. “You know of her?”

Wriothesley laughed. “Know of her? She’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. We used to terrorize the streets together as kids. Sneaking out and causing all kinds of trouble. All within the law, of course.” He winked.

“Oh?” Neuvillette was genuinely intrigued. A friend of the Duke of Meropide was certainly a worthy character. You seemed to be interconnected with many aspects of his life before he even knew you. If he believed in fate, perhaps one might say it was destiny that brought you to his employment. “I thought you didn’t keep many friends, being quite isolated down here.”

“Is the honourable Iudex attempting to start a personal conversation?” Wriothesley smirked, setting down his cup. “Regardless, she’s one of the few people I enjoy making time for. Very genuine, very caring. One in a million, if you ask me. Don’t go firing her if she does something stupid like spilling your tea, she deserves this job.”

“I am not so petty as to do such a thing, your grace.” Neuvillette bristles. “She has proved to be an excellent assistant, and I foresee her continuing to do so.”

And you were excellent, he found himself caring very deeply for you. So when he rounded the top of the stairs to Wriothesley’s office and saw his hand resting so comfortably on your arm, he should have been fine, just fine.

Perhaps he should have cleared his throat, maybe verbally announced his presence.

But a dark, angry and possessive thing welled up inside him, rearing his ugly green head at the sight of someone else touching you, touching what was his—

Neuvillette hung his head in shame, squeezing his eyes shut at the thoughts running through his mind.

No, you were not his. His assistant, maybe?

No, this was deeper. More primal. It ate at a part of him and he wanted it gone. He felt so disturbed, so disgusting and ashamed.

You didn’t deserve these kinds of thoughts, they were ugly and unprofessional. You were an incredibly hard worker, kind and dedicated—you deserve the utmost respect from him. Not… not whatever this was.

Just as you ran through his mind, his sensitive ears heard your footsteps running their way closer to where he stood in the rain.

“Monsieur!” You yelled over the sound of water pounding into the pavement. “Monsieur Neuvillette!” You finally made it close enough that he could see you more clearly now, your dress soaked right through, hair damp and clinging to your face and ears. You blinked the rain from your eyes, looking around frantically until you spotted him, before you ran right up to him, clutching the sleeve of his soaked coat.

“Sir! Are you okay?” You said loudly, tugging on him slightly. “Neuvillette?”

“You’re soaked to the bone,” he said aimlessly, watching as water poured over your skin, eyes following the trails down your face and neck, until they disappeared into the heavy fabric of your clothes.

“So are you!” You looked up at him. “I know you love walking in the rain, but it's rather cold today, don’t you think?” Your eyebrows tightened with concern, a careful smile on your face.

Your question seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he realized that— yes, it is rather cold today, and you were standing here with him, soaked through. While he didn’t have to worry much about illnesses, you very much did.

“Oh, my!’ He shook away the pity party he was throwing himself, (a term he learned while working very closely with furina for many years,) gently taking your arm and pulling you towards his home, which was only a few buildings away. “Please, this way!”

You followed dutifully, and he couldn't help but think your skin felt too cold through the damp fabric where he held your arm as he pulled you along. He unlocked his door in record time, ushering you in and closing it behind him.

“You have my sincerest apologies, but—“ he stuttered, turning to look at you in bewilderment and concern. “Why did you follow me even after it started raining? You should have turned right around and gone back to the fortress! Or to your own home!”

You wrung out your hair a bit, letting the water splash onto his front door mat, which was now nearly soaked with the two of you standing, dripping on it. “You seemed like you were troubled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He stared at you, now aware at how close you were standing to fit onto his door mat.

“I…” his gaze flickered in between your eyes, until it fell to the floor. He felt ashamed for raising his voice, even if it was out of concern. “You need a warm shower, and dry clothes.”

“Oh,” you said, turning towards the door, “I can just go—“

“No.” He said sternly. “No, please. Just one moment.”

He hurried upstairs to his room, leaving you in the foyer. He avoided making direct eye contact with his nest as he gathered up what he needed from his room. He stripped down his outermost layers, hanging them up as he went.

He gathered a towel, a washcloth, one of his spare sleep shirts, and a light pair of his nicest cotton sleep pants, (an older pair with a drawstring) he brought the pile back out into the foyer, and instructed for you to follow him.

He led you to the downstairs bathroom, setting the pile down on the counter.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, making some hot tea to warm you further. Please, take your time.”

You blinked at him in bewilderment, before looking around his bathroom.

“I…” you shook your head a bit, as if to shake your thoughts away. A rather comical action in his mind, but he was distracted by your form— which has started to shiver.

“Please, before you catch a cold.” He said, and you simply nodded at him, so he took it as a little victory and promptly vacated the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

——————

You were in Neuvillettes house.

In his bathroom, standing shivering in soaking wet clothes.

Clothes you needed desperately to get out of.

So why were your limbs frozen?

Why were you so awestruck at the fact that Neuvillette, someone who purposely kept people at arms length— had invited you into his home, urged you to get into a hot shower and warm clothes, (his clothes) and was probably making you tea as you debated just jumping out the window and making a break for it.

No, no. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. You would simply do as he instructed, wait out the rain, and return home to pretend that none of this ever happened, for the better part of your sanity.

All you wanted was to make sure Neuvillette was alright. He’d been acting a bit strangely the past few weeks, and you couldn’t help but worry for him.

You gave your cheeks a couple good smacks, trying to pull yourself together.

Without putting too much thought into it, you started the shower and began undressing.

Within seconds, the water was steaming, much better than anything you had growing up, and a bit more efficient than your current apartment shower.

Neuvillette lived in one of the older buildings in the court, yet the interior seemed to be completely new and updated. You wonder how long he’d lived here.

You began the grueling process of stripping out of your wet and heavy clothes, hanging them over the top of the shower stall door.

You tried not to think too much about the fact you were standing naked in your boss's bathroom, and grabbed the washcloth he provided you before hopping into the warm shower.

You instantly felt better, and let a long groan of satisfaction slip as you let the water flow over you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly remembering that Neuvillette 100% had heightened senses, and could most likely hear every sound you made, considering he could determine your heart rate from across a room. You did not want him thinking you were doing something inappropriate in his shower.

You let the water fall on you silently as you thought more about him, and his peculiarities that you’d noticed. You had a couple theories about him, perhaps now would be a good time to ask for the truth.

You looked around the stall, spotting some soaps and shampoos that didn’t seemed to be used very much, and you surmised that Neuvillette must have a personal bathroom in his room, or on the second floor.

You flushed a bit before you grabbed the soap, bringing it beneath your nose to take a deep breath, smelling the soap.

Yep, it smelled like him. And no, you would not think too hard about why you knew his scent so well.

Of course Neuvillette would only buy one kind of soap and put it in every bathroom, what happens if he decides to shower downstairs one night? He certainly didn’t have very many guests, considering Wriothesley told you that he’d only just now started opening up to others.

You chewed your lip as you lathered the washcloth in his soap, before scrubbing away the cold that still seeped into your bones.

You really hoped that the altercation at the fortress didn’t affect their relationship.

What even happened there?

Why did Neuvillette react in such a way? Did he think that Wriothesley was harming you in some way? No, he knew better than that, Wriothesley would never, and Neuvillette knows that.

So what was it?

You wracked your brain as the warmth finally spread through you, and the chill from the rain had finally left. You couldn’t come to a logical conclusion and decided you would ask him when the time felt right.

You finished your shower relatively quickly, indulging only a little bit at the warmth and smell of Neuvillettes soap surrounding you before you got out and dried yourself off.

Your things were still soaked, but Neuvillette had left some clothes in a pile for you, so you pulled them off the counter and held them up to your frame.

They were definitely his clothes, and your cheeks felt hot as you realized you would be wearing his things, in front of him. In his house. Smelling like his soap.

You felt like your face was going to melt off as you shrugged on the shirt, it falling just above your knees and the sleeves being far too long.

You’d never really acknowledged it before, but Neuvillette truly was a lot bigger than you, he was a lot bigger than most people. Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean waist that he hid under all of that finery he insisted upon wearing.

You eyed the pants he gave you, seeing that at least they had a drawstring, so you had some hope of them staying on your hips.

After pulling everything on, you quietly creeped out the door, looking up and down the hallway as if you were expecting him to be standing there waiting for you.

Instead, you were met with silence. You closed the bathroom door, and as you stepped into the hall, you heard your name called out from a room just a few feet to your right.

Your bare feet papped against the hardwood as you treaded down the hall, before you stopped in the doorway of a beautiful living room, a large sofa and comfortable looking reading chairs facing a rather opulent fireplace, which was blazing with glorious heat.

“Here,” Neuvillette said, standing and coming behind you. He guided you to the couch, having you sit against the comfortable throw pillows on the arm rest as he pulled a blanket across your shoulders. The act felt so domestic it made your heart lurch, but you just huddled into the soft fleece and tried to blink away your shame.

“Are you feeling the cold still? I have tea ready if you would like it.” He turned as if to go get it, but you reached out a hand, gentle fingers tugging on the sleeve of his freshly changed shirt, dry and warm.

“No, ah—“ you looked in your lap, removing your hand, feeling incredibly embarrassed at your impulsive actions. “I’d honestly just like if you sat with me and kept me company for now, if that's alright.”

“Oh.” He said, turning back towards you. “That should be fine, yes.”

He sat down on the other end of the couch, the obscenely long and ornate thing was surprisingly comfortable, and looked incredibly antique, though extremely well maintained. You couldn't help but mourn the space the couch left between the two of you, but you knew those thoughts weren’t appropriate.

“Are you feeling more comfortable?” He asked, eyes on the crackling fire.

The warm glow illuminated his profile beautifully, and your heart ached once more at how stunning this man was. You hated yourself for being so weak to something as superficial as someone’s appearance, but Neuvillette had to be the most beautiful man you’d ever had the pleasure to meet.

He turned to face you, and you watched his lips form your name as he called out to you in concern, obviously waiting for a response.

“What?” You blinked at him, watching his ethereal eyes reflect the glow of the fire, the light casting part of his face into the shadows of the room, making the contours of his face more apparent. “Sorry, yes. I’m comfortable.”

You squirmed as you realized your thoughts were at risk of traveling somewhere less than savory incredibly quickly, and you refused to ruin this man's pants with your shame, if only for the fact that you would have to throw yourself from the falls afterwards— and that might upset him more than the pants.

“Good, good.” He said, turning back and looking towards the fire once more. He seemed stiff, and the silence was becoming awkward.

You looked past him to the living room window, the darkness of the evening creeping in as the rain battered against the window, showing zero signs of calming any time soon. You were either going to need to learn to start a casual conversation with the Iudex, or this encounter would be the death of you.

#genshin impact neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x female reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #genshin imapct #genshin impact x reader

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 4 months ago

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This is my entry for the Charlotte appreciation week! I did consider making it into a series, and if I find the time, I might continue.

Disclaimer: If you want an eloquent Charlotte, this isn't it. I tried to pour her spite and scorn into this fic, because she surely has those feelings as well, despite not showing them a lot in canon. You cannot tell me that Charlotte hasn't had moments where she uses crude language in her diary. When she needs to just let it all out

Contains: Strong language Character: Charlotte Roselei Genre: General?/angst? Length: ~0.6k Tag: @bceventshub

Dear diary,

A trusted friend.

Pathetic. Isn’t it? Have a book as a friend. But what else can you expect? Of someone who bears a curse such as I do. A curse that isn’t my own but that of my father’s. Or rather, it is my curse but it is bestowed upon me because of my father.

His sins are made into mine.

Which… I don’t need to tell you just how unfair that is.

Women carrying the sins of men. Wives those of husbands. Daughters those of fathers. Though my mother doesn’t carry my father’s burden in the same way as I do.

Perhaps the devil thought that my mother has a sin too. The sin of turning a blind eye. So it is up to me. To carry the burdens of the both of them.

To have this curse embedded into my magic. Like a fungus in the roots of my garden of roses, from where it affects how my magic will bloom.

Oh how I despise it.

Detest it.

The fact that this curse is there to tell me that I need someone to weed it out of me. That I am just a poor helpless maiden who needs to prove that this damned house of mine can be loved.

I have been reduced to just a vessel of a name.

But I sharpen my teeth and claws; my thorns, because I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE this fucking curse!

This injustice! Unfairness!

Oh how many times I’ve wanted to tear the pages of the books in the library that speak or curses. Tip over the desk of the scholars that tell me there is nothing they can do. Pathetic, useless men. Who dare claim that my curse is easy to break, and how I shouldn’t complain because all I need to do is what a woman is suppose to do.

What. A. Woman. Is. Supposed. To. Do.

Such insolence.

Because what in the nine hells and seven heavens is that even supposed to mean? Other than reflect on the monologue that is embedded into the men of this country.

And they believe the monologue.

They all mock and ridicule me because of what I want to do.

Be my own person.

Hell. Even my own grimoire mocks me.

The blue cover of it.

The blue rose of it.

Because my roses are red. They are mine!

But if they choose with what weapon I have to fight. Fine. I will make the blue roses I’ve been given into my weapon too.

My squad shall be called the Blue Rose Knights. Because the men of this country consider this curse as an impairment. A ball and a chain around my ankle. But I will make it into a weapon; a sword of my own. Because it is still my magic. And I will wear it with pride. I will make it into a shield. Put it into plain sight so that they do not forget how I took the weakness they forced upon me, and made something out of it.

My weakness is stronger than their strength.

My Blue Roses are not weak.

How dare they suggest anything else?

Those who would frown upon the ineloquent words I have inscribed onto these pages. But sometimes those words are the only ones that can properly depict what it is that I feel.

So. The men can suck my ovaries. I will show what women can do

#charlotte roselei #black clover fanfiction #I'm not sure if I nailed her #because I'm not used to writing her anger #but like... I am sure that she is very very angry #at the cards she was given #And even if she is a noble lady I am sure that she can use strong language if she wants to #even if it is only in her diary

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hrizantemy · 3 months ago

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Day 15 of ACOTAR Games: This or That

Who deserves a redemption arc?

Rhysand

Cassian

Your contenders: @achaotichuman @litnerdwrites @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

On penalty: @yaralulu

It's perfectly fine that you are tending to your priorities. This is barely a corner we resort to for some reprieve. I am glad you are finding joy in what you do despite the tediousness of it. Please take care of yourself and return when you are mentally able to.

I personally think neither of them truly deserves a redemption arc. They’ve both done things that I just can’t overlook. Rhysand, with his manipulation and questionable choices, particularly regarding the treatment of others, doesn’t come across as someone who’s earned redemption in my eyes. As for Cassian, while I understand his struggles and the trauma he’s been through, his actions toward Nesta, including the verbal abuse and disrespect, make it hard for me to believe he deserves a redemption arc either.

But if anyone were to get one, I guess I’d choose Cassian. His growth could be more meaningful if it truly addresses the harm he’s caused and the toxic behaviors he’s exhibited, especially toward Nesta. However, I’m not sure if that’s something SJM will actually do in a way that feels earned.

I think Cassian’s realization of how he’s treated Nesta is long overdue, and it would be a powerful moment if he finally acknowledged the harm he’s caused. The verbal abuse, the moments of degradation, and his complete disregard for her emotional needs would have to hit him hard—maybe not just through words, but through actions that really show him the depth of his mistakes. He needs to understand that his behavior was not just a momentary lapse, but a pattern of cruelty that made her feel unworthy and small.

If he were to grovel, it wouldn’t just be a couple of apologies or gestures to win back her affection. It would have to be a true reckoning—a deep, raw moment where he admits to himself how wrong he was and how much pain he caused. It would have to be more than just “I’m sorry, I didn’t know” because that’s not enough at this point. He’d need to express how he failed her, take responsibility for his actions without any excuses, and show genuine remorse. The apology would have to be something that reflects the hurt she felt, not just something that fits into his need to feel absolved.

Cassian needs to be humble—perhaps even go so far as to put his own pride aside, something that isn’t easy for him—and show her through consistent actions that he’s truly learned from his mistakes. It’s not about trying to win her back or gain her forgiveness for himself; it’s about demonstrating, every day, that he respects her boundaries, her needs, and her strength. Only then would I start to see that maybe, just maybe, he could begin to redeem himself.

If Cassian were to truly come to terms with how he’s treated Nesta and put in the work to show her genuine remorse, I’d love to see them travel together. There’s something so raw and intimate about traveling—especially when it’s a journey of healing and redemption. The physical distance between them would mirror the emotional distance they’ve had, and it could be a way for them to rediscover each other in a space where neither of them is confined by the past.

Imagine them journeying through new lands, perhaps visiting places that hold no expectations for them. There would be moments of quiet reflection, where Cassian would have to prove that his growth isn’t just words, but actions—whether it’s standing beside Nesta when she’s vulnerable or offering her a space to truly be herself without any pressure. It could be a time for her to regain trust in him, to see him not just as the soldier or the High Lord’s brother, but as someone who is truly working to change.

In the midst of their travels, they could share stories, face dangers together, and even have moments of lightness, where Cassian’s attempts to make her laugh or his gentle, thoughtful gestures speak volumes. It would be a chance for them to build new memories, ones that aren’t tainted by his past mistakes. Seeing them move through the world side by side, as equals, would give them the chance to rebuild their relationship on solid ground.

And through it all, Nesta could see that the man beside her is truly different—that he isn’t just apologizing, but actively seeking to make things right. I think it would be beautiful if they came to understand each other in a way that’s beyond what either of them thought was possible. There’s a quiet strength in seeing someone grow, and for them to travel and grow together would be a powerful testament to the change Cassian would need to make.

For Cassian and Nesta to truly grow together, it would take a deep, mutual effort to understand each other’s struggles, desires, and boundaries. Growth, for them, isn’t just about overcoming past mistakes, but about learning to support each other in ways they’ve never done before. It would require them to peel back the layers of hurt, pride, and fear that have kept them apart, and to rebuild their relationship from the ground up, brick by brick.

Cassian would need to go beyond simply acknowledging his past wrongs. He would have to prove, over time, that he respects Nesta’s autonomy, her strength, and her need for space. Real growth isn’t about forcing a connection or pushing her into forgiving him quickly—it’s about consistent effort. That might mean stepping back when she needs distance, offering her comfort when she’s vulnerable, and letting her know that he sees her not just as a mate, but as an individual with her own pain and her own agency.

Nesta, on the other hand, would need to unlearn the belief that she isn’t worthy of love and respect. Cassian’s actions—if they’re consistent and genuine—could help her slowly rebuild trust, but she would also have to find her own sense of healing. She’d need to believe that, no matter how toxic relationships in her past were, she can still create a space for something healthier. As she grows, she could learn to be vulnerable with Cassian in ways she never has been before, knowing he’s not there to control or undermine her, but to stand beside her as an equal.

Their growth could be fostered in the quiet moments, when they’re traveling or working together toward a common goal. Those moments of facing adversity as a team—whether it’s battling through external enemies or navigating their own internal struggles—would help them develop trust in each other. They would learn to rely on each other’s strengths and hold each other accountable when needed. Cassian, for example, would have to prove that he can step back from his own pride and let Nesta lead in her own way, whether in battle, in decision-making, or in their personal lives.

Through shared experiences, they’d begin to see each other as partners—not just as individuals with their own pasts, but as people who are willing to grow and evolve for the betterment of their relationship. It would be a delicate dance, filled with both successes and setbacks, but the key would be their willingness to meet each other halfway.

Ultimately, their growth together would hinge on respect—respect for each other’s autonomy, flaws, and strength. As they both work to overcome their personal demons and the scars left from past wounds, they could create a space where they can love and support each other in a way that’s healthy, balanced, and rooted in mutual understanding. The beauty of this journey would be in the process itself—two broken people coming together, not to fix each other, but to help each other heal.

I missed this, oopsie! Sorry babes, I’ve been MIA for a sec but we’re back in action now!

#anti acosf #anti acotar #anti feysand #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #nesta archeron deserves better #pro nesta #anti azriel #anti amren #anti cassian #anti nessian #anti night court #anti morrigan #acotargames:thisorthat

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devourable · 2 years ago

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Loving Abraham ;) as a very religious person myself I cannot help but see the wavering of his convictions and want to help him stabilize. The conflict between his morality and his desires really gets to me. Especially since I’ve done that same sort of rationalization when it came to my own temptations. I wonder what you think would happen if he met an equally religious darling, who saw through his struggles and, rather than suppress his desires, hopes to urge them in a healthier direction? Would she succeed? Or would he be too unwieldy and possibly drag her down with him? For example, how would he react if his darling suggested perhaps they marry early (like within the year) so that their inevitable consummation isn’t sinful?

Also I have so many other questions ^^; Like how would he approach his darling? Would he actually ask her out or just stalk her? What would his parents think about him dating? Do his yandere tendencies come purely from his uncontrollable lust? Or would he still exhibit yandere behavior even when his lust is quelled? Is he the type of yandere to imprison or isolate his darling?

i will answer the rest of your questions via a rb!

✝️ church boy x equally religious darling

i touched on it a tiny bit before in an ask about a darling from a different religion. abraham would be … conflicted about a darling with a similar upbringing to him, at first. what if you love your religion more than you love him? would you choose your faith over him if you had to? those thoughts would plague him but he’d never vocalize them.

but even with that, he'd easily grow to love getting to attend church with you, go to bible study with you, do everything part of his usual routine with you included — it'd only solidify the idea that you were meant to be together in his head. you fit into his life so perfectly, how did he ever live without you? it's so obvious that this is how things were meant to be.

he'd slowly but surely begin to confess how he feels, to an extent, expressing how you're always on his mind and how he hates being apart from you. he wouldn't go into detail (partially to avoid freaking you out and partially because he doesn't know how to put his feelings into words), but he'd spill enough to give you an idea. so for you to be so receptive in a positive way, to be willing to try and guide him in a way that allows him his love for you and his faith... it'd honestly only worsen his obsession with you. especially if/when you float the idea of getting married to him.

it'd drive him crazy knowing you wanted him, and you were willing to take such a major step so soon in your relationship just so you could have each other and still be virtuous. you must love him a lot to be willing to do that! and who is he to deny you such a thing?

getting to do whatever he wanted to you, with you, with your belongings (which also belong to him, now!), and for it to all be perfectly fine in the eyes of ***? it'd be a dream. you'd be all he could think about even well after the fact.

abraham can't ever fully drop his yandere tendencies, even with the help. he can't let go of the intense rush he feels whenever he does something he knows he probably isn't supposed to do, but it doesn't hurt anyone when he follows you around town, does it? he's only making sure you got home safe when he watches you sleep. and it's only natural that he punishes the people that hurt you. he could never stop doing that, he loves you! besides, you're together forever now, so what does it matter?

any off color thing abraham does is validated by your religion. and he's willing to pull at the rules a little to ensure you're in agreement. surely you knew what you were getting yourself into when you suggested spending the rest of your lives together.

it's till death do you part, after all <3

#none of my ocs can be fixed. i apologize #(is not sorry)#⛪️ abraham atkins #lovesick | ocs #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere boy #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere church boy #inbox | lynettethemadscientist

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phanfictioncatalogue · 9 months ago

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do u guys possibly know of a fic like slow burn/friends to lovers? (completed) something like if you don't love me pretend, that kind of vibe :( cause i just finished it i dont know what else to read

There’s definitely a lot, but tbh I haven’t read If You Don’t Love Me Pretend (swear it’s been on the to do list). But here’s what comes to mind for friends to lovers and slow burn that I’ve personally read. If y’all have read If you love me and have more fitting recs, please drop them!

Believe in Me (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: Dan Howell is living at home while he’s saving money for college, which isn’t easy since his parents don’t understand him. Unlike them, he loves dogs, is a vegetarian, has no interest in the family business, and he despises the supernatural. He struggles to accept things that are illogical, even though he is a kitsune. Kitsune are foxes whose powers involve the ability to cast illusions, but Dan just wants to be normal. Phil Lester has just moved to London, where he works as a dog walker. When his path crosses with Dan, Phil is eager to get to know him. Unfortunately, Phil soon finds that being friends with Dan is far more complicated than he could have imagined.

By the way, I adore you. (ao3) - lxzyfangirl

Summary: Dan is very sick, and the future is not looking too bright for him, thankfully, he has Phil, his best friend, to accompany him through it all. But is Dan satisfied with being just friends?

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil Lester goes back to university for his third year, expecting to live in the dorms with his childhood best friend PJ. That's how it's been for the past years, after all. However, due to a mistake of some sort, he finds himself with a new roommate to spend the semester with.

Daniel Howell, three years his junior, has rich brown eyes, a laptop to hide them behind, and not more than two words to spare in Phil's direction. Phil is no fortune teller, but he foresees the upcoming months will be filled with a whole lot of awkward silence.

Unless, of course, Dan proves him wrong...

Could one little mistake lead to something entirely life-changing? Perhaps it could. After all, nearly everything changes when Phil meets Dan.

restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder

Summary: Breathe. Just breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In.

It’s not that I don’t try. I see my family, my friends, visiting with their faked smiles and forced laughter, desperately trying to pretend that things are fine, that nothing’s changed. I see them and I want to reach out, I want to look at them and smile and reassure them that I’m here and I’m fine and I’m here, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Or, the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.

Trust Me, I'm Broken Too (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The Lesters – the royal family of his homeland – was nothing like Dan thought they would be. Well, the King was just as horrible as he had heard but the King’s brother’s son, who was third in line for the throne, was nothing like Dan thought he’d be. Dan had been adrift for three years going from one “place of employment” to another, only his life was seen as worthless and he was more property than an employee. He had never imagined he’s end up as the property of Prince Philip.

The Prince had no intention of ever taking on a personal servant, which was a fancy name to disguise the fact a law essentially enslaved people. Phil often had to do things he didn’t want to or risk being removed from the succession to the crown. If that happened, who knew who his tyrant of an uncle would pick as a successor? When pressured into the choosing, he’d wanted to go for the most innocent, young girl, but hard brown eyes caught his attention instead.

-Rae

#answered #anonymous

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 2 years ago

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"fondness" LOL

When -- directly after Scary as a sleepy kitten. We're back to season 2, slowpokes. We had taken a brief trip to pre-season 9 for Still beating

Is there a picture of baby Carl at the end as a prize? -- yes, just as Dale describes it to you!

What -- Andrea and Dale thought you and Daryl were a thing? Lol. But like why are you so defensive about it? While also being defensive about the mangy hick, oh, this is confusing...

Perspective -- 2nd person (you)

Pronouns - nada

Who -- You, Andrea, Papa Dale, and Glenn. Daryl's sleeping, he's concussed and fell down a ridge twice with a bolt hole in him, he needs his rest.

How long is this one? -- shorter, about 10 minutes!

TWs -- a few cusses, and reference to Carol's spousal abuse

Reading assignments -- How's your head? Part 2, then souls stripped bare if you want more emotional context, as well as Invisible tugging strings Part 1 but especially -> Part 2 , then Spell your last name, please. , He hasn't been himself, and Scary as a sleepy kitten.

All that for reading assignments?? -- reading is healthy, y'all :P

Choose your fighter: The Full + Official Masterlist vs Chronological Slowpoke Chapters Only (reading them in publishing order as opposed to chronological order is recommended)

have fun and happy reading!

“Ah, the culprit behind Andrea’s little conclusion. How are you?”

Dale finishes matching a pair of socks as he responds with a quiet chuckle, “Just fine, I hope. I see now that the conclusion caused some…offense?”

“Don’t be silly, Mr. H, you meant nothin’ by it,” you play off, and start to help his sort through the pile of clean, dry socks.

“‘Meant nothing by it’ implying there was some offense taken.”

You tuck in your lip, and meant to return eye contact, but you’re still feeling strange about the whole mix-up. With the simple words, “nazi-bike,” you tell him what you consider a fair reason to have taken some offense.

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20 minutes ago

“Y/N, I didn’t realize,” Andrea says, slowly walking beside you.

“Realize what?”

“You two.”

“Me, too? What’d I do?” Is she talking about how you’ve got the medical wrap on your upper arm, maybe? “Do you mean this?” you question, looking down at your shoulder.

She peers at you, head tilted to the side.

“You and Daryl,” she softly clarifies. “It was Dale who wondered first, after you had to excuse yourself.”

Me and Daryl? “What’d we do?” Perhaps she's referring to the search today? Andrea isn’t one to not speak her mind, you wonder why she’s not being more succinct. She doesn't know about you having shot that guy. Dale has an idea, but he's tight-lipped about it.

“So, you and he…?” she trails off.

So, you start to fill her in about the search. “Before Daryl found the doll, we’d—”

—OH WAIT, now you get it!

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Once you figured it out, your hands were raised in innocence and you kept your voice lowwww. “Ain’t nothing romantic happened between us two.”

And you weren’t fully sure why you were going into defensive mode so hard, either, but there you went. “C’mon, Andy, there’s a fuckin’ nazi symbol on his drug dealing, motorcycle gang bike,” you’d grit, doing your best to play if cool regardless of how weirdly defensive you’d gotten.

Forcing a smile to cover up for that fact that you licked your teeth in annoyance, you finished up, “He’s my friend, but that right there would be a deal breaker off the bat for aught else. And besides, back at the quarry, we noticed he didn’t seem into people.”

“I’m not entirely sold on that. Maybe, it’s simply that he’s shy and careful and not a pig like his brother was.”

Andrea then had peered at you as if she could see something you couldn’t, which disturbed and annoyed and for some reason thrilled you even more.

You thought about it, and supposed that he did seem to blush that time Amy was headlighting after the first rainstorm at the camp. A squall had come out of nowhere. Last time she ever wore that shirt without a tank top underneath.

Anyway, Daryl had immediately turned his head away, in fact, as opposed to (Merle, obviously, but also) even Glenn, who’d frozen when he’d seen. Amy didn’t know who’d been gaping, but you’d been on the hunt for anyone objectifying your new friend, so had been darting your eyes around like a cat getting ready to pounce, and took inventory of every glance.

That Daryl turned his head so readily was the main reason you’d felt safe enough to ask if him if he’d teach you how to hunt, in all honesty…

“It was his brother’s bike, not his,” Andrea next stated, very like the way older siblings will talk down to younger ones. “Merle was the head, and the dealer. Would you want to be held accountable for what your brother does, his choices?”

That simple reminder made your bow your head, and you could hear your pulse begin to thrum in your ears. You wouldn’t want to be held to Shane’s choices and actions. You still couldn’t (can’t) wrap your head around the fact that he’d just flirted with Lori. And kept flirting after she’d clearly been alarmed by it.

“Something Merle once said made it sound like Daryl wasn’t a big part of the gang,” Andy went on.

However, you got even more defensive at what you were taking as insistence of Dale and Andrea’s little conclusion. “And? He still rode or, or at least hung with them. He still wears the cut sometimes.” 'Sometimes' meaning that spate of a few days when he was particularly sad about Merle...

“‘Cut?’” she repeated, then remembered, “Oh, I remember learning that from Sons of Anarchy, it’s the um, that’s the Boy Scout vest that bikers wear, right?”

Ha. You were cracking up despite yourself, that was funny. Boy Scout vest.

“As for the bike,” Andrea added mildly, “painting over that symbol isn’t on his radar. I mean, routine hygiene isn’t on his radar.”

Nope, you weren’t defensive at all. “…So he’s grimy and desensitized to a nazi symbol. It’s a match.”

With a tut very-like what your eldest sister would make, she stated, “I didn’t remember what the symbol on the bike stood for at first, and I'm a civil rights lawyer. I thought they were stylized lightning bolts.” You heard her breathe deeply as she rested her arms on the livestock fence. “The symbol, the one on Merle’s bike, what’s it mean again?”

“Shoots-stah-full.” You’re bad at pronouncing it and were feeling embarrassed, so spoke it shyly. “SS is easier to say.”

“They were the secret police?” she checked.

“The secret police was the gestapo, the SS were another sort of special branch. Über-jarheads, I guess.”

“See? I only really remembered the swastika as being a nazi symbol, until you and Dale were talking about the symbol on the bike. It’s not unreasonable to think some things in Daryl’s education were forgotten or missed, too.”

That was the point in the conversation when the private knowledge of him having gotten lost for 9 days, as a young child, and without anyone looking for him, slapped you in the metaphorical face. The vivid, awful, and oh-so-fresh memory of seeing his scarred back punched you in the metaphorical gut.

Why did you react so strongly to her assumption in the first place? It’s not a big deal. You’d have probably assumed the same. Like, for goodness sake, you were the one who couldn’t keep the pet names for him from going on parade little over an hour ago. You'd cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead in relief that he was alive!

Either way, there was a (…sane?) inner battle in your head between being offended at Andrea and Dale’s conclusion versus being offended at your own negative reaction to it.

Bitch, he tossed the ‘hard stuff’ this morning, obviously he isn’t a user.

Still ran with the dealers, still was complacent and complicit with it all. And think about how cruelly he insulted you earlier today, how scary he was? You were expecting it to turn into his backhand. It’s something that was plainly done to him, you think he’s unlearned that yet? No, because you remembered how he grabbed you by your arm and dragged you back at the house until you cussed him out.

But then he apologized. Then, when you needed help, he carried you gently and made sure it wasn’t hurting you. You saw how careful he was being, and he isn’t good with touch.

Then he stole Mr. Greene’s horse instead of just asking like a normal person.

He also gave Carol that flower and told her the story to go with it, and meant it.

Before drinking about four beers last night and was hardly buzzed from it.

He carried, buried, and mourned that family of strangers with you today, he’s not some selfish deadbeat, Y/N!

Well, he chain smokes and drives a nazi bike!

And still almost died today three times to give the group—to give Carol—concrete proof that her baby girl’s been near.

Fine! Explain away the r-a-c-i-s-m.

That mangy hick saved Glenn’s life, he saved T-Dog’s life twice. He gave Jacqui extra root beer when she said she loved it, helped the Morales kids learn to throw a punch (and a kick). Y/N, he’s clearly doing some kind of weeding of the bad stuff in him and letting good things take their place, idiot, are you stu—

“Y/N. It wasn’t an attack on you, or a judgment. Amy told me how,” Andy paused to think of a good verb, “discerning you are when it comes to things like that. How strong your boundaries are. And how hesitant you’ve been to enter into a relationship for those reasons.”

She was diplomatic and tactful, you were grateful. You’d have just said ‘old-fashioned, kinda scared, comparatively prudish.’ Lol.

Crossing her arms as she walked, she then drove home, “Maybe I would have trusted your decision, if there was a ‘you two.’”

A slightly stammered “Okay,” was the best you could do right in terms of responding. Let’s be real, sentences aren’t your strong suit on a good day, never mind today.

Andrea stuck her hands into her belt loops and she ambled alongside the fence. You followed, looking out at the cows. One of them had twin calves.

“You gave him the benefit of the doubt before any of us,” she reminded you. “Are you backtracking?”

Your voice cracked when you tried to insist, “I ain’t backtracking on that, it’s j-just been a long day.”

“It’s been something else,” Andrea softly agreed. Her pace slowed a little and she placed her hand on your back as she continued toward the nearest cow field. “I saw Carol washing your stuff. Where’d the bloodstains come from?”

You shrugged. “My stitches ripped.” Ohh damn it, you said it out loud. “Wait, Andy, don’t—please don’t let Shane find out,” came out of your mouth in such a desperate tone of voice that you couldn’t not see a red flag.

“Oh, I won’t.” Andrea’s lips pursed, and she put a hand on her hip. “He’s been acting up.”

One word for it. You closed your eyes, and mumbled, “Thank you. He has been.”

“It doesn’t seem like you to hide stuff from him.”

Hide stuff? “No, it’s the…” After inwardly tugging the halyard to get that red flag down, you give up. Let it fly; you were hiding stuff from your brother, plain fact. Still are. For now, at least.

Andrea said nothing more about it. Again, you were grateful. You also felt stupid.

You stood there in silence for a few minutes, listening to the breeze, the mooing, the birds chirping, the cicadas buzzing.

Once the sun was halfway set, she lead the way back.

“At any rate, back to what we were discussing,” she relaxed her position and gave you something of a teasing smirk. “T-Dog is convinced Daryl’s a good guy, too, so what does that tell you?”

“That Teddy’s a saint,” you answered quietly, mouth twisting into an embarrassed grin. You may or may not sometimes remind her of what a catch you think T-Dog is combined with the fact that he’s single and in her age range. “Andy, where was all this goin’?”

“I have no idea, at first I thought I was being supportive,” she chuckled. “I guess: Daryl is proving to be a different man than we thought. And I’d say you know that better than anyone here.” She inhaled, then made a slight groan. “And, well, I did just shoot him, so maybe I’m biased.”

You held back a giggle. “So you’re tryin’ to set Daryl up to make amends?”

“Mmhm,” she sassed back. “Guess I’ll need a more willing victim.”

“Understood, let’s find Carol, she's half in love with him after today.”

“Perfect, let's get her. She’s probably hanging laundry,” was her initial sarcastic agreement. After a few steps in silence, she grew serious. “Carol needs to learn her worth before we can let a man near near her again. Especially one like Daryl.”

The first half of her statement sent you in for a hug. But the second sentence in her statement put you right back on defense and simultaneous offense. What came out of your mouth as you sought clarification, however, was unproductive. “Seriously?”

Per usual, Andrea remained unruffled. She held a hand up. “Based on what I know, your bar is high enough to do pull-ups on. Now, you’d help hoist someone up to your bar—and would kick off anyone who tried to lower it.” She gave you a pointed look. “Carol’s bar wasn’t only low, Y/N, it was taken down and used to beat her.”

The mental image struck right in the gut.

Blindly, you followed her past the grove of trees where Otis’ cairn lay, so offered a quick blessing in your head for him.

She turned back to look at you. “Do you understand where I was coming from, Y/N?”

You had to swallow some of the emotion down first. “I think so.”

“You and him, I’d be fine with, because your bar is set high and firm. It would imply good things about Daryl.”

After a sniff, you thanked her, that was a very generous compliment. And unfortunately, unable to not be a weirdo, you mumbled this dumb comment: “I can’t be hoistin’ nobody up until my darn shoulder is healed.”

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Now

“The motorcycle was Merle’s,” Dale lightly defends. Same response as Andrea, but with more of an understanding tone of voice. He was raised Jewish and lost family during the Holocaust, you know that.

Still, why didn't he react with more gusto, then? You hum and end up matching a sock somewhat aggressively. Which is not a sentence you’d ever have imagined thinking.

“Y/N, you can’t fault the man for accepting his dead brother's gas-friendly, easily repairable and reliable mode-of-transport that can go places bigger vehicles cannot. Him being able to go ahead and scope out the roads has been a boon. The emotional connection to the bike in itself would be understandable.”

“Yes, sir.”

He sighs. “My first thought was one of…how to describe it, uh, it was an...” he considers for a moment. “I suppose the best word is ‘confidence’ in Daryl’s character, if you had taken a shine to him.”

“‘Taken a shine to him?’”

“You know, a fondness for each other.”

“A 'fondness?'”

“Though I suppose the camaraderie that you two have is a commendation for him in itself,” he went on, eyeing you with something of an exasperated look. Good humored, though.

You scratch your nose. “I think we all have some kind of camaraderie or, y’know, a ‘shine’ with him after today.” It would be impossible not to. “To be fair, I couldn’t stop callin’ him pet names earlier. There’ve been a lot of up and downs we’ve gone through together the past few days, I’m not lookin’ too deep into it.” And you were merely so relieved that he was alive after getting grazed by that bullet, which is why you pressed your forehead to his and gave it a kiss.

“And he was injured, a circumstance which tends to encourage terms of endearment,” he kindly agreed. “Nothing wrong with that, kiddo. And there’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that he’s not so bad.”

Nodding, Dale points his finger after matching another sock. “For me, what solidified it was when he found out that T-Dog had the blood infection.” He pressed his thumb and pointer finger together. “The man immediately gave us those antibiotics, as well as some painkillers.”

The recollection of that blessed relief trickled from your belly down to your toes and fingertips. And hearing that it had been done ‘immediately’ sent a tightness to your throat. You swallowed.

“However, it was before that, at the quarry, when I really started to trust that the, uh,” he raised his brows, then grinned briefly. “That the ‘first impression’ wasn’t accurate in several ways. One, I imagine you will remember, it was a few days prior to the supply run to the city. The last supply run, as it were.”

You nod. You’d been barred from going due to an uptick in getting migraines the previous two-ish weeks. Must’ve been the barometric pressure or something.

“Daryl had been looking for you, found fresh tracks close to the campsite, if I recall.”

Just then, Glenn walks over with his mouth full of something—oh snap, he’s got a container of honey wheat pretzels. Yay!

He plunks it in the middle of you and Dale and begins to help with the sock-sorting and laundry folding.

Like a starving Dickensian orphan, you zero in on the pretzels and quickly stuff a few too many into your mouth. Glenn finds this very funny, cracks up, and now you’re trying not to snarf as you desperately try to chew and swallow.

“I gave half my supper away,” you do your best to enunciate as you crunch.

“Glad you’re doing better after passing out earlier.”

You press a finger to your lips and subtly shake your head, just in case your brother would somehow overhear it.

“Anyway,” Dale gets back to it, with a handful of the pretzels for his own, “after I explained to him that you were indisposed, he seemed irked, wandered off. Some time later, however, he came back to me with a sports drink in his hand, asking if you’d left your tent yet. It seems that he intended the beverage to go to you.”

The memory kicks in and, mid-motion and mid-chew, you stop reaching to grab the mate to the sock in your hand. Another sensation spreads through your belly, a nice but nervous one. Your eyes flit up at Dale, who paused to take a drink from his water bottle.

“I hadn’t seen you or Amy leave your tent at that point, so let him know,” he narrated, capping his bottle again. “Except, on his way back to his and Merle’s spot, he slowed and crouched to look under the truck. Then, he held out the bottle.” Dale next makes a chuckle that probably qualifies as a ‘guffaw,’ it’s a proper old man belly-laugh. “And to my quite vocal alarm, a skinny, pale little arm popped out from underneath and took it!”

The name “Gollum?” is the unfortunately first thing that enters into your head and, yes, you say it out loud…but it’s cool, because Glenn happens to say at the same time, “Like Sméagol.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“Look who’s talking, dork,” he pokes right back.

“My mind went to the two children hiding behind the Ghost of Christmas Present’s cloak, personally,” Dale muses, then continues the story. “Daryl wandered off on his way after that, but, naturally, I hopped down from the RV to see who on earth was under there." He lifts a shoulder. "I bend down to see who but our young Carl! The boy had already drunk half the bottle, said he felt much better for having done so. It seems he’d felt sick before and crawled under the truck to escape from the sun.”

Daryl gave your Carl a gatorade, too, and said not a word about it.

Good Moses, just when you thought you’d tamped down any notion of irrational affectionate feelings toward that mangy hick...

“With that, little Luis came dragging Miranda over with a cup of water—Miranda had been watching the boys while Lori was out foraging for mushrooms, Eliza must have been with Sophia and Carol.” Another sip from his water bottle. “Mmm. Those mushrooms were a treat,” he said mainly to himself. "Y/N, he found you later and gave you the beverage before you washed up, if I'm not mistaken? He came by with another bottle, I directed him to the quarry lake after seeing you head down with a wash bucket."

You nod. Was it obvious that you flushed when he told you the story?

Because you feel flushed, and that’s with the cool breeze outside this evening. You fold a shirt. Some undies. Match another pair of socks…then you figure you should say something, you’ve been too quiet and Dale is looking at you expectantly. “C-Carl does have a way of, uh, slippin’ out of sight.”

“Like a hobbit.”

“Just like a hobbit, Glenn, the boy coulda burgled us blind.”

Your friend remains mock-serious. “He still might.”

“He’s a tricksy one.” And with that, you take more pretzels. Maybe if you feed the butterflies in there, they’ll get tired and nap. Or, if you stuff enough into your belly, there won’t be enough room for them to fly.

“Hey, saw Shane’s setting up his own tent,” your friend mentions.

“Mm. Privacy will be nice.” You kept your face and voice nonchalant, except for maybe searching a little too intently for the matching sock that was plainly in front of yo—owww, you reached too far with your bad arm.

When you found out from Lori last night about the new baby and who the biological father potentially might could be, it’d felt like the seed of dread that had taken root in you however many months back, regarding Shane, had blossomed.

Now, after you caught him flirting with a very unreceptive and visibly shaken Lori, it feels like the plant shot up and was now pushing against your insides. It’s a wonder the irrational butterflies in your stomach even have room.

“That sound good, Y/N?”

“Huh?”

Glenn nudges you with the side of his foot. “Can you join?”

“Join what?”

“I told you, head was in the clouds,” Dale commented, kindly razzing you.

“Jimmy and I are playing board games later, we want you to come. Beth will be there, too. And maybe Maggie? I-I don’t know…” His cheeks turn purple-red. “Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds real good. On the porch?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. I’ll be right in the house tonight, anyhow.”

“No way?”

“Way. Daryl needs overnight supervision, I think Carol might will be helping, too?”

Dale looks up from his lap. “Oh, did he enjoy the spam and eggs that she made for him?”

“Not sure, he was asleep last I knew.”

“Ah, that’s right, yes,” he remembered. “Well, maybe in that case she’ll have the pleasure of watching him eat and enjoy. I tell you, it smelled heavenly. She was very intent on making something special for him.”

The first half of what you said was totally innocuous, if maybe on the wishy-washy side.“Who could blame her? After today, she’s probably half in love with the guy.”

But then you followed it up with, “Who isn’t?” and you knew right then that you’d misspoken.

Dale’s made a point to keep his eyebrows level, as if that would help him hide his surprise and suppressed grin better.

But Glenn was under no such pretense, and your best friend dead-ass coughed his mouthful of pretzel.

“Dude—” you go to say.

He held up his hands after getting the pretzel bits off them. “I didn’t say anything.”

You held up yours, too. “I was bein’ objective.”

“Okay, Amy,” he said regarding your choice of word. Amy liked the word ‘objective.’

“Calling me that’s a compliment.”

“We are all objectively in love with Daryl?” he repeated. “Isn’t that a little…wait. Dude, are you saying you—”

“—It was hyperbole.”

“But you’re not, like, do you like him?”

“Now, Glenn,” Dale starts.

That surge of both self-defense that people would think you’d be into a grating racist or that one would be into you collided and was catalyzed with protectiveness against the poor man. That wonderful sumbitch has been on a solid redemption arc, let anybody try to deny it. “Define ‘like.’”

“Like like.”

“Bless your heart, no!” What is with people today? “However, I want you to think back over how he was when we done first met that mangy hick, to today, in terms of his behavior. Try and make like he ain’t grown. Don’t you love a good redemption arc?”

Glenn considered it. “Fair.”

The awful thought that Glenn might not believe you and might think less of you only worsens the mosh pit that is your stomach right now. “I’m gonna, um, g-go grab some of my stuff, bring it inside.”

“Wait, bumpkin, I wasn’t trying to, like—I meant it more as, um,” he can’t seem to get the wording right.

You’re making it worse, man. “Dude, it’s cool, you didn’t mean nothing by it.”

“But like—”

“—Glenn, I’ma start chargin’ a quarter for you using too many ‘likes’ per sentence.”

“Perfect, I’ll charge you for talking too hillbilly.”

Eh. You reckon admit you’ve been speaking a lot more twangy now than you had been at the quarry camp. There’d just been so many new people, you’d toned it down. Maybe being around more folk people who talk like you is why you’ve let it fly. “It’s a deal.”

“Good — you owe a quarter for saying ‘when we done first met’ Daryl,” he races to say.

“And you owe me one for how many likes you done sprinkled durin’ this here conversat—shoot! Did that count?”

“Yup.”

Dale, entertained by the looks of it, cuts in, “See, this is why I’ve been thinking that you two had a fondness for each other.”

“Aw, hear that, buttface?” you giggle, folding the last undershirt from the pile.

“Fondness.” He makes an exaggerated curious face and strokes what would be there if he had a mustache.

“You two expect me to believe there wasn’t fondness between you two?” Dale remarks with a bit of a tut thrown in.

“There still is, it’s just different now,” you insist. And immediately hop into gear to (gently) bust your friend’s balls. “Especially now that Glenny-boy here’s got his eye on a certain mystery lady.”

He’s right there with you. “And now that Y/N’s apparently hopelessly in love with Daryl.”

“There’s such fondness,” you barely manage to say without laughing, as much as it makes your newly stitched abdomen ache.

Dale sighs and throws back a gulp of his water as if it were something stronger. “Glenn, just tread lightly with the certain mystery lady, is all I ask. And Y/N, kiddo,” he looks at you. And winks? “I trust you completely with Daryl.”

“What?” Glenn protests, to which you just slap your leg and snicker “Ha!”

“If between you, there ever was a…” Dale pauses long enough for you to see the twinkle in his eye. “Fondness.”

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [01]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Aah? Why me?

Yui: ( Uu, his glare gives me cold shivers...But this guy, for some reasonーー )

You seemed like a nice person so...

Subaru: Hah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Fuck off... Besides, I don’t wanna have to bother watchin’ over you!

Yui: B-But we agreed that I would choose one person...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

...Fine, I just gotta do it, right!? But don’t cause trouble for me, ‘kay?

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you very much.

( He actually accepted it. Sure, he might seem scary on the outside, but strangely enough, he strikes me as a kind person. )

( I’m not sure why I feel that way though... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Nn...Where am I...?

( Ah...Right. The manor’s dungeon...I must have fallen asleep. )

Monologue

After waking up at the Church,

I was taken to the Violet Manor.

Once locked away in the dungeon,

they told me to choose someone to watch over me, so I picked Subaru-san.

While he may seem scary at first glance,

I feel as if he has a gentle side to him as well.

With that in mind,

I asked him to be in charge of supervising me, butーー

Subaru: What? You’re awake?

Yui: ...! Yes, I woke up.

( I wonder if he kept an eye on me the whole time while I was asleep as well? I didn’t notice at all. )

( Also, is he upset or something? He seems to be in a really foul mood. )

( At first he struck me as a kind guy for some reason, but perhaps that was a misunderstanding on my part...? )

Subaru: What’s your problem? You’re so annoyin’. Don’t just watch me in silence. If you’ve got somethin’ to say, spit it out!

Yui: W-Well...My bad.

( He said I should say what’s on my mind so...I guess I’ll ask? )

Uhm, how long will I have to stay in this cell?

Subaru: Like I know. That’s up to Carla to decide.

Yui: ( In other words, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get out? )

Excuse me! Can’t you ask him to let me out?

Subaru: Are you dumb? Hell no.

Sure, you might be the ‘legendary Eve’ who is necessary for someone to become the next Supreme Overlord, but I bet you think you’re oh-so special, don’t you?

That arrogance of yours pisses me the hell off.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( I guess it’s no use after all...Seems like I only made him even more mad. )

Subaru: Che. Thanks for ruinin’ my mood even more.

I want to just isolate myself in my room, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I’m here havin’ to look after some chick instead.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Subaru: Aah!? Too fuckin’ late to apologize now!

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: The way you flinch like that pisses me off too. You’re the one who chose me for this job, remember?

Are you havin’ regrets now or somethin’!?

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!?

( H-He dented the iron bars with his foot...I was wrong to think he’s a nice guy. He’s incredibly rough around the edges...! )

Subaru: Fuck! This anger has made me thirsty...

...Oi, come here for a sec.

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Hurry up. Walk up to the bars.

Yui: Ah, s-sure...

( Who knows what he’ll do if I refuse....I have no other choice but to obey. )

ー Yui approaches the iron bars

Yui: I-Is this okay?

Subaru: ...You actually came? What a dumb woman you are.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Everyone at this manor is a Vampire. Myself included.

Yui: Y-Yes...

( I wonder what he means with that? )

Subaru: I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t get it at all. ...It’s that ignorance which will come biting you in the ass. Like this!

*Clang*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go, please! What on earth are you...!?

Subaru: I’m tryin’ to teach you that you don’t understand your own position. From a Vampire’s point of view, humans are our food.

Maybe you were hopin’ to get treated like some damn Princess ‘cause you’re the legendary Eve but...

I’ll remind you that as long as you’re down here, you’re nothin’ but mere prey.

Yui: N-No way!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, I’ll suck from your shoulder. It might hurt if you don’t keep still. Nn...Nnh...

ー Subaru bites her

Yui: ...Ah.

( He’s sucking my blood...His fangs are sinking into my shoulder...! )

( Is this what he meant by ‘prey’? Am I going to spend the rest of my days locked up down here as these people feed off my blood? )

( No, I don’t want that...! )

Stop! Let me go, please!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Oi, don’t thrash ‘bout! Didn’t I tell you to keep still!?

Anyway, the fuck’s up with this blood...? It’s way more sweet than I thought.

Damnit, I just wanted to scare you a lil’ by bitin’ you but I can’t stop...! ...Nn...

Yui: ...Kuh...

( These fangs...This pain...For some reason, it feels nostalgic to me. Do I know this sensation...? )

( Why? How...? )

Subaru: Nn...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: Aah...!

ー Yui starts growing dizzy

Yui: ( The place where he bit is burning...The heat’s rising to my head andーー )

ー She experiences flashbacks of her past memories

Yui: Wha...?

( What...? Where is...that place I saw just now? )

ー Yui has another flashback

Yui: ( Uu...! ...What are these images...? )

( I know...this house. It’s a very nostalgic place but... )

( Uu, kuh...It’s like something is stirring up my mind... )

*Riiiing*

Yui: Ah...Aah...

...I...I...

Subaru: Haah...What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter?

Yui: That place...

It is the home, we must return to...

Subaru: ...Haah?

ー Yui regains her memories

Yui: Aah...! Aaaaaaah!!!

*WOOSH*

ー The screen temporarily fades to white

Yui: ( A bunch of different images and information...are swirling inside my head at once... )

( Right...I am, we areーー )

Uu...Kuh...

Subaru: Oi!? What has gotten into you all of a sudden!? Whatcha screamin’ for!?

Yui: ...No, I am not the legendary Eve.

I’m...Yui...

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( Right...I remembered everything. )

( I moved into the Sakamaki manor and met Subaru-kunーー Then we eventually started dating. )

( I could have sworn I was there before I suddenly awoke at the Church. Where is this place? )

( Why did I...forget who I am? )

( It’s not just me either. Everyone is acting strange. )

Subaru: What’s with that dumb look on your face...? Did you lose your mind ‘cause I sucked a bit of your blood?

Yui: No, I haven’t. I remembered everything, that’s all...

How could I forget about something so important...?

Hey, Subaru-kun! What is going on? Where are we!?

Subaru: Haah?

Yui: Why are Carla-san and the others at the same manor...? Do the Tsukinami brothers own these lands?

Subaru: Oh shut up...What nonsense do you keep spoutin’?

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Did you forget overnight? Carla is my older brother. Why would it be strange for him to live here?

Yui: No way...

( Carla-san is his older brother? There’s just no... )

( But they did introduce themselves like that yesterday. What is going on? )

R-Right. Where is Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun...You remember your own brothers, don’t you?

Subaru: My brothers? Those dudes from the Orange House?

Hah! The fuck are you sayin’? They’re the enemy!

Yui: No way...

*Thud*

Yui: T-Then, what about me!? Do you know who I am!?

Subaru: You’re Eve, right? The woman needed to become the Supreme Overlord of this place. I haven’t forgotten that.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant...

( We’re a couple, Subaru-kun. ...Sakamaki Subaru-kun. )

Selection

→ Tell him that you are dating (♡)

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll remember if I tell him the truth...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. We’re dating, you know.

Subaru: ...Haah? You’ve been spoutin’ nothin’ but bullcrap this one time, but that one beats all.

Are you sayin’ that sorta stuff ‘cause you wanna get outta here and regain your freedom?

I won’t let you out of your cell, even if you keep on talkin’ out of your ass.

In the end, you’ll just get chased ‘round by those other guys if you make it out of here.

Then I’d argue that you’re still better off down here.

→ Tell him that you know each other (🖤)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun sees me as a stranger...? )

( His memories are jumbled up after all... )

( Even if he can’t recall that we’re lovers, I wish he would remember me somewhere deep downーー )

Subaru-kun. We didn’t meet for the first time yesterday.

We’ve known each other...for a very long time.

Subaru: Che...Why are you makin’ all of this crap up?

I met you for the first time yesterday. Now cut the crap or you’ll be in for a world of pain.

Yui: ( I guess he won’t believe me after all... )

Subaru: ...Do you want to get outta here so badly?

Even if you somehow were to escape this manor, you’ll just be caught by one of the other guys. You really are an idiot.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun wouldn’t joke around about something like this... )

( He truly does not does doubt the fact that he is Subaru from the Violet Manor. )

( Could it be that his memories have been altered, just like mine were up till now? And those of the others’ too. )

( I wonder what we’ve gotten ourselves caught up in...? )

Subaru: ...Why do you look mortified?

Aah, I guess it makes sense to be in shock after havin’ your blood sucked for the first time ever. You’ve only got your own carelessness to blame though.

Yui: ( No, that wasn’t the first time. He’s drank my blood so many times. )

( But right now, I’m mere food in this eyes, not his girlfriend or anything even remotely close to that... )

( Almost as if we’re back to square one...That just can’t be. )

Subaru: Oi, don’t be tearin’ up now. The other guys will get the wrong idea.

*Thud*

ー Kou approaches them

Kou: Hey there~! Getting along just fine? You guysー ...Wait. Woah, what’s with the heavy atmosphere?

Azusa: Eve...Looks as if she’s about to cry. Did something...happen?

Yui: ( Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... )

Kou: Ah! You were picking on her, weren’t you!?

Azusa: You mustn’t...Subaru. You have to take good care of Eve...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ assumptions! I’m not a lil’ kid!

Anyway, why are you guys here?

Kou: Ah, right! Carla-kun’s asking for you. There’s something he wants to talk about, apparently.

Subaru: Carla does?

Azusa: Yes...That’s why we’ve come to get the two of you...

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: ...She’s coming as well?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s glaring at me. I guess he’s suspicious of me after I said all those strange things... )

Subaru: I don’t mind lettin’ her out of her cell, but don’t blame me when she makes a run for it!

She’s willing to go as far as to lie just to escape this place after all.

Yui: ( I never lied though... )

Azusa: Don’t worry...We’ll help out as well, so let’s go while keeping a close eye on her, so she doesn’t escape...

Subaru: Lock her up, then let her out. Stop changin’ your damn mind every five seconds.

Kou: Go complain to Carla-kun about that. It’s not our fault.

Azusa: ...Carla is the eldest son of the Violet House, so we only do as he says...

Yui: ( Kou-kun and Azusa-kun don’t seem doubtful of the current family make-up either... )

( Even though Carla-san is a Founder, so there’s no way he’d be related to Vampires. )

( I wonder how this happened...? )

Subaru: ...God, what a drag. Oi, Eve! Get outta your cell. Don’t cause me trouble, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Does the problem lie with everyone else? Or maybe I’m the issue...? I don’t know, Subaru-kun! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru1

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battlemaiden13 · 2 years ago

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Since I’m in spooky mood, yes I know it’s technically summer and months away, let me have my early spook mood🤣, what would each of the Skeleton do if they got to pick MCs Halloween outfit, no limits? Who would get Mc to match them? Would Berry perhaps get MC to be a genderbent vers of the punisher? Perhaps Syrup would get HND!MC to dress up as Ace(RTSTZA MC) and make him and his bro match that AU? Who would do couples themes? Funny? Who would pick outfits just to see Mc dressed as certain things? Inside joke costumes? And any skeletons, I know there’s the main (neighbour skeletons) however can be hotel and mafia aswell if you so please! Sorry I just absolutely love and adore how you write every skeleton, and I just love your HND vers!

I added some hotel and mafia boys to the mix! Thank you for your kind words!!

Sans -It’s definitely a pun costume of some type, you don’t get it though until Sans turns up in his matching costume. He’s very proud of himself for the costume choices which is obvious from the grin he can’t get off his face.

Papyrus - He really doesn’t know what to choose, he wants you to be comfortable but he also loves the idea of matching so the two of you go over different costume choices together until finally deciding on a couple costume that you both like.

Red - He wants to be just a tad mean since you gave him full control and ends up putting you in a rather skimpy maid outfit. He thinks it’s hilarious until you start calling him master and playing up the role turning him into a bit of a mess.

Edge - He chooses a couples costume with a stylised Persephone and Hades. It’s a very sweet costume choice and you two look stunning in your costumes. Plue this couple's costume lets him dote on you the entire night.

Blue - He’s a bit cheeky with his choice. He wants you to look sexy but doesn’t want you to see him as an outright pervert so he wants you to dress as a cheerleader. He hypes you up about it too and the colors chosen are his favorites. Basically acting as his own personal cheerleader.

Orange -He gets you to be a lifeguard. Part of this is an inside joke but it’s mainly an excuse to see you walking around in a one piece and gets him to put in minimal effort when finding the costume but he didn’t realize how much the costume would affect him. He finds himself staring at you throughout the night and thinking about how next year he’ll ask you to wear something different.

Berry - Doesn’t actually want a couples costume and gets you to dress as a spiderman variant. Either Spiderwomen, or ghost spider, spider girl. A female spiderman really. The costume is really well designed and put together, fitting you perfectly and you look exactly like the character.

Syrup - He actually chooses a couple costumes although your part is a lot more revealing than the original story. You get to dress as little red riding hood and Syrup is going to be your big bad wolf. He likes his side of this costume because it’s minimal effort and he also gets to match with you.

Killer -He chooses to dress you as a Final girl from a horror movie. Your clothes are ripped and you have fake blood on you, looking seriously injured from a long night of trying to survive. He thought it would be fine but when he first sees you it makes him panic slightly. He does calm down as the night goes on but the first reveal is a bit of a shock.

Nightmare - the costume he chooses for you is a goddess costume. It’s gorgeous and makes you feel severely overdressed but you look beautiful. Whether Nightmare chooses a dark goddess or a lighter goddess costume depends on your normal style.

Dream - The costume he chooses is an inside joke. Only he and you get it but it was worth it. You weren’t expecting him to pick the costume but somehow you also couldn’t imagine him choosing anything else.

Colt -Colt wants to see you in full Skulls gear. What you wore during your time interning in the mafia (or would have if this isn’t HND). You look badass and very intimidating in your jacket, plus you added some battle wounds for added effect. Colt can’t help but stare, he has trouble getting up the nerve to talk to you when you look like this as he fanboys even though he was the one who picked the outfit.

Rifle - A mechanic. Complete with overalls tied at the waist, white tank with grease stains, messy updo hair, grease of face and some tools. He mainly did it as a joke, it’s literally his clothes with some fake grease, you weren’t supposed to actually look hot in them though so he freaks out a bit and makes a fool of himself when he sees you.

#Undertale #undertale Imagines #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus

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h5eavenly · 5 months ago

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i also feel like ppl need to realise that this is a fictional series meaning you shouldn’t be basing your opinions on what you would do in this situation.

alas, let’s break down the reality of if it was you in this situation… if you feel like you couldn’t trust your fwb with their past rendezvous then that’s your choice, though imo an immature one considering fwb don’t owe each other loyalty nor should they be controlling who your friends are. as for the instance where you’re dating someone and don’t trust them with their past rendezvous, again that’s your choice. but that should also be something to reflect on both alone and with your partner as to why exactly you would want to be with somebody you don’t wholeheartedly trust.

now back to the fact that this is a fictional series. this means the characters decisions have nothing to do with what you would do in their situation. their actions and decisions are created and formed as part of a plot that isn’t your life. yes ofc ‘yn’ means ‘your name’ and yes ofc the pov is written as though you are the character. but that’s exactly what it’s supposed to be: a character. you shouldn’t expect a character to act or think exactly how you would. you also shouldn’t expect the other characters to act or think exactly how you want them to. if you do want specifics in a fic or story in general, then i suggest writing your own to fill that void.

clarifying the specifics in this particular fic: jake and yn were fwb and confirmed they have no loyalty/possession of each other thus far. they have their own insecurities and confusion that was damaging this dynamic, hence jake’s decision to end it.

ofc if you were jake you might choose to develop trust issues or betrayal about yn with heeseung. but you are not jake and this particular jake is yet to show any signs of trust issues or betrayal in relation to this. in general, he has always been portrayed as a character that doesn’t want to control yn or prevent her from being/doing what she wants. so just bc you perhaps would want to, doesn’t mean this character should. especially if it doesn’t suit how the character has been portrayed.

my point is that while fics are supposed to feel engaging and immersive, they’re still fictional at the end of the day. they’re not based on what you would do as each character, nor are they for you to change or disapprove of simply bc ‘yn’ doesn’t do what you would do in a particular chapter/situation. if fics were based on this then there would be an incredible lack of creativity and variety in terms of fics published by writers. when you read a book or watch a film, you don’t (or shouldn’t) deem it negatively just bc the characters don’t reflect the type of person you are. the same goes for fics. criticism and feedback that includes what you would do if you were in their circumstances is ofc fine and builds perspective, but don’t treat the character as if they should do what you would do. they are not you. they are fictional characters created to suit the fictional plot.

most importantly, don’t discredit writers for not weaving their fics to fit your expectations. don’t diminish writers for creating characters that make decisions that oppose yours. and don’t insult writers for adding layers to their fics just bc you don’t want said layers included. like i said, if you want a fic that truely meets 100% of your ideals and expectations, write your own.

p.s. to the many amazing, kind and intellectual readers, pls know that this wasn’t directed towards them. however to the somewhat loud few readers who choose to harass angie or ignore her reasonings for certain chapters, i suggest taking a break from reading fics until you’ve learnt how to differentiate reality and fiction. better yet for some, learnt how to give feedback without talking out of your ass 🙂

laces you ate so hard with this i wanna make out w your brain and you worded this so perfectly w everything that ive been wanting to say 💋

it's okay to give feedback or opinions within respect but if you're taking everything that is happening in a fic to a personal level where it's just messing with your mood, say makes you incredibly angry then i suggest you stop reading cus;

1- thats not normal nor healthy no reaction should be that intense towards smth that you could drop on your own will.

2- if it evokes such intense reactions from you then probably this fic is simply not for you so again you could just drop it and stop reading 🤷‍♀️.

with that being said another thing i wanna add about jake's and yn's dynamic, in chapter 13 where they agree on some rules jake makes it clear he doesnt want her to sleep w anyone else not out of possession for her but more related to his ocd and even then he says if you do sleep w someone "you have to tell me." which again indicates he never expected loyalty from her but rather honesty (bc again hes being realistic and he knows in a fwb relationship you dont demand loyalty). and w that being added to how jake has been written its very clear hes not the type to get jealous or try to control her.

you know even if hes head over heels for yn hes still gonna be like "you're free to do whatever" and mean it w all his chest. you could not like the way hes written and you could not like his decisions bc again its a fic that you did not write w your own likes or opinions and you're not forced to like everything if it bothers you sm stop reading.

anyways again laces you ate w this and everything you said is true and i agree w 100% 🙏 thank you for sticking up to me i know you always got my back hehe 🤍

#angie answers #fallen star

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adenei · 2 years ago

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Ch 1 - Never Really Over

*Deep breaths*

Soooo I've been working on a new multi-chap romione fic since April. Have kept it pretty quiet aside from my betas who have been wonderful with their help and support because let's be real, finding time to write and allow yourself to become invested in a hobby with an infant is HARD. But that's a whole other slew of issues for another day. You're here for the fic (I assume), so let's get back to that.

I love the direction this is taking, and am super proud of the idea and its development. I think I'm known a lot for taking existing stories/movies/etc and twisting them to fit a ship in an AU, but this one is all me - yay proving to myself that I CAN have original ideas!

It is an American Romione AU in a modern setting.

Summary:

Hermione Granger is a modern woman who doesn’t need to find love for self-fulfillment. Not that finding love is even an option anymore. Her perfect love story has come and gone with the one who got away—sorry, the one who disappeared is more like it.

That fake fairy tale is all well and good until Ron Weasley, the man who ruined everything, suddenly turns back up in her life with no explanation whatsoever. It seems his only goal is to show up wherever she is, attempting to undo the walls she’s built around her heart after he shattered it into a million tiny pieces. But Hermione’s determined not to let him in. With the help of her best friends and an online dating site that promises users their very own ‘happily ever after,’ she sets out to move on from her first love for good.

After a few misses, Billy slides into her inbox, a sweet, genuine, fun-loving guy who’s easy to talk to and fills Hermione with the hope that perhaps love isn’t off the table after all. Seemingly overnight, she’s gone from perpetually single to balancing a love triangle on a fine, fine line. The deeper she gets, the harder she realizes it’s going to be when she has to choose. The last thing she wants to do is break anyone’s heart—her own included.

So, without further ado, I give you the first chapter of Never Really Over.

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But once in a while I trip up and I cross the line, and I think of you

Work ᐧ a ᐧ hol ᐧ ic (noun) a person who compulsively works long and hard hours.

God, I hate the connotation of that word. And yet it still burns into my mind, distracting me from—unironically—the article I’m trying to finish up at my desk. Am I three months ahead of the current deadline? Maybe. But that doesn’t mean anything. There’s nothing wrong with having backups just in case. It shouldn’t classify me as a workaholic.

Because I’m not.

It’s only haunting me because my brain has a sick and twisted sense of humor. It clearly refuses to follow my strict list of off-limit thoughts, cementing the chokehold the word has on my life.

Ugh. Why am I letting this bother me anyway? I’m Hermione Granger, a capable, independent woman who is perfectly happy with her life right now. A twenty eight-year-old with a house of her own, a career she’s passionate about, and the five best friends a girl could ask for thanks to fate bringing us together during freshman orientation at Kearney University. The memory brings a smile to my lips. What more could one want?

And then the frown returns when I remember that I’m sitting alone in the office on a Friday evening and self-doubt trickles in. If I’m being honest, there’s a lot more I want. Like love. Finding the love of my life would be nice. I thought I’d at least be married by now, and maybe have one kid by the time I turned thirty. Not that I’m a traditional woman by any means. I’m about as modern as they come. It’s just…

No. You’re not allowed to think about him, remember?

Except it’s really hard not to think about him. Especially when that damn word keeps flashing in my mind while I sit here on weekend time, finishing an article that’s nowhere near due. But it doesn’t matter. That inside joke died a long time ago. I stopped finding the word endearing the moment I realized he was no longer in my life. Now if only my brain would get the memo.

I shake my head, brunette curls flying around as I try to refocus on the cursor blinking in front of me. It’s still a tough pill to swallow, but I’ve long since given up on love—or so I’m telling myself. Romantic companionship clearly isn’t in the cards for me, so I turn to the one thing that will never let me down: writing. And right now, I’m only a couple of paragraphs away from completing a lovely little piece on the hidden gems of Bora Bora—the things they won’t tell you in the travel guides.

A long, deep breath helps me push those intrusive thoughts away and brings me back to the salty ocean air and the calm lapping of the waves. If I concentrate long enough, I can feel the sparkling white sand between my toes, and it’s enough to catapult me right back into the article—until my phone rings two minutes later.

I don’t want to answer, but it’s Hannah Abbott, my best friend, and she’s always there for me when I need her. The least I can do is return the favor. Plus, the creative juices are no longer flowing thanks to the interruption, so I may as well see what she wants.

With a swipe right to answer, I do my best not to sound annoyed. “Hello?”

“Where are you?!” Hannah cries, though her voice sounds hushed, like she’s hiding in a closet or something.

“Finishing up an article at work. Why?”

“Unbelievable,” she grumbles, more to herself than to me. “Hermione, I’m going to let you think about why I’m calling for a second and see if you can put the pieces together.”

“What are you talking about?” I’m not in the mood to play this game, but I adjust the phone and hold it against my shoulder so I can lift my laptop and check my desk calendar.

August first. Friday. The day I try to forget. But then I see the periwinkle writing at the bottom of the square. Harry and Neville’s birthday party.

Remember the strong support system I mentioned earlier? The freshman orientation group turned lifelong friends? Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom are part of that, along with Hannah, of course, and Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown. We never miss anyone’s birthdays, and Hannah knows that.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! How could I forget?”

Hannah sniggers at me. “Yes, how could you forget? Hermione, I don’t know if it’s because you love your job so much that you’re willing to stay late on a Friday, or because of what day it is, but—”

“We’re not talking about that. I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

I slam my laptop shut and shove it in my bag a little too haphazardly. I’m already closing my office door by the time Hannah responds again. “Right…”

She’s clearly contemplating whether to push the subject or let it go. After all, she’ll have all night to try and grill me on it, but she knows better. We don’t talk about what happened on August first. Ever.

And just to make sure she doesn’t go there, I try to swing the conversation back to the guys. “Have they noticed I’m not there yet?”

“Well, considering it’s a small gathering of our closest friends—all of whom are already here because the party started an hour ago—yeah, they’ve noticed.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry, okay? I just—”

“—Got caught up with whatever article you’re working on? I know, I know. You’re lucky it’s only their twenty-eighth birthday and not the big three-oh.”

“Come on, Han, this is one tiny mistake and I feel terrible. You don’t need to make it worse. I’m never late, you know that! And I would never miss something as big as their thirtieth birthdays. Especially not since we’ve already got a running list of themes and ideas going. Just—give me a break, okay? I’ll be there soon. I’m almost to the car now.”

“Alright.” Hannah sighs. There’s a stilted pause and I wait, knowing there’s something else she wants to say, and I brace for the lecture about my workaholic tendencies and what it relates to. Damn psychology major.

“Listen, Hermione, there’s something you should—” But after a long day of reflecting on it, I don’t want to go there right now.

“See you in fifteen, bye!” I hang up the phone before she can finish her sentence. She tries this every year. You’d think after six years she’d let it go. But no, she thinks that one of these days I’ll finally talk about it. Well, she can keep trying, but it’s not going to happen. That part of my life is over and it’ll only hurt more to bring it back up.

⚭

It takes me a little longer than fifteen minutes, but that’s to be expected with D.C. traffic. Once I’m parked outside Hannah and Neville’s house, I quickly do a once-over on my appearance. Thanks to the mid-summer humidity, my hair is frizzier than when I tamed it into its half-ponytail this morning. It’s too bad my incessant need to run my fingers through the curly strands does nothing to combat its flyaway tendency. I guess I’ll just have to deal with yet another pitch from Lavender to let her help me with my nonexistent beauty regimen. Perks of having a beautician for a friend.

Prying my eyes away from the visor mirror, I get out of the car and look down at the pale yellow eyelet sundress I put on this morning. There are definite wrinkles and creases from sitting at my desk all day, but what can I do? At least my mascara isn’t running down my face and I don’t have sweat stains under my arms. That’s more than presentable for a backyard barbeque after working all day. Kudos to whoever chose that over some fancy dinner.

Not that my friends would care. They’ve always accepted me for who I am. Sure, I’ll never hear the end of being late tonight, but at least I made it, and in their company, I’ll be able to accomplish the one thing I’ve struggled with all day: taking my mind off of him.

Faint sounds of laughter echo as I walk up the path to the front door and let myself in. A ‘happy birthday’ sign hangs from the ceiling in the foyer, and red and gold balloons litter the floor leading to the kitchen. Of course they’d deck out the place with the colors of our alma mater—I wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Hey, I’m here! And sorry I’m late, you know how work is,” I call to a seemingly empty house.

I poke my head into an empty living room before heading back to the kitchen, where I find Seamus pulling a beer out of the fridge. Everyone else must be out back.

“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up.”

And so it begins.

Rolling my eyes, I grab a wedge of gouda off the picked over charcuterie board on the counter. “You say that like I intended to show up almost two hours late. I lost track of time.”

That was sort of the truth. After all, I couldn’t tell Seamus I forgot, he’d never let me live it down. Seamus is usually the one who gets called out on things. His affinity for pyrotechnics has created many occasions for us to give him hell, and you can guarantee between the five of us, we never let him live a single one down. So I guess I can’t blame him when he doesn’t miss a beat now the tables are turned.

Which is why I’m not surprised he isn’t letting me off the hook yet. With a snort, he tries to call my bluff. “C’mon, Hermione. We all know you love working so much that you’d skip out on weekends if you could. You don’t have to lie.” And then, to make things weirder, he looks around and lowers his voice to add, “You can tell me the truth about why you’re late. It’ll be our little secret.”

My face scrunches up before I have a chance to control its reaction. Why does he care so much?

“I…I don’t know what you mean. I really did lose track of time, Shay. Why are you acting so strange?”

A scowl crosses his face as he sets his beer down on the white speckled quartz. He eyes the back deck before lowering his voice and says, “Because I’ve got a bet going with Lav and Nev on whether you were going to show or not.”

“Whether I was going to—why wouldn’t I show? Honestly, it’s not my fault I got wrapped up in research and writing an article all day and then forgot I had plans tonight! Do you guys bet on my predisposition to get lost in my job and failure to show up to events often?”

I’m so bewildered by the fact that there’s a bet that I don’t even care about letting my forgetfulness slip. Do I need to reconsider how genuine these friendships are? Does this happen often? Are my friends not as supportive as I thought they were?

I open my mouth to ask as much, but clamp it shut when I see the wide-eyed, pale shock cross Seamus’s face. His reaction is far more severe than it should be and now I’m really confused. He spins around and opens the fridge, rummaging around until he pulls out a mango White Claw—my favorite.

Things are getting more suspicious by the second, and I need to know what is going on. “Seamus, what—”

“Here.” He opens the can with a loud crack and hands it to me. “You’re going to need this.”

Oh, come on. “Seriously? You know I don’t care if I’m already three drinks behind.”

“Well, you might this time…” he mumbles before nodding to the door. “Come on, everyone’s out back. I’m sure they’ll be excited to know you finally made it.”

Okay, what is happening? I try not to let my jaw drop as my mind works to decode this odd behavior. Seamus has always been the one with the crazy ideas and adventurous spirit. There’s not a cryptic bone in his body. If anything, he’s always impulsive and up-front with his intentions.

All I can do is shake my head and follow, giving up on trying to make sense of anything. I take a few quick swigs and step through the sliding glass door that Seamus left open for me. Lively conversation comes from my left, where everyone is sitting around the patio table. I prepare myself for more endless teasing as I shut the door behind me, but instead, the chatter dies to a sudden silence. More peculiarity.

Did I spill something on myself and miss it? No, Seamus would have said something. Or are they really just that shocked about my late arrival? I’m about to ask as much until I look up and see an all too familiar shade of red hair sitting at the table with his back toward me.

Despite the eighty-degree weather, my body breaks into a cold sweat. I’ve spent six years pretending he doesn’t exist anymore. Six years trying to forget that part of my life, convincing myself that he wasn’t the person I thought he was. That he wasn’t ‘the one.’

Everyone else’s expressions mirror my shock when they realize I didn’t know he was going to be here, though Hannah’s contains a tiny wince that’s meant to say, ‘I tried to warn you.’ And their reactions are enough to make Ron Weasley, my ex-best friend, ex-confidante, and ex-lover, turn around.

Seeing his face unfreezes my body from its current awkward stance. Anger and hurt burst through the gates that I’ve worked so hard to keep locked up as our eyes meet. In slow motion, my hard seltzer clatters to the ground, soaking my feet and wedge leather sandals in the sticky, bubbly liquid as I try to find my voice.

As if this paradox couldn’t become any more ironic, he actually seems excited to see me. He opens his mouth to say something, but I’ll never know what since I manage to cut him off with the only scathing question that I can possibly think of.

“What are you doing here?”

#romione #hermione granger #ron weasley #hp fanfic #american au #alternate universe

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virisdescently · 2 years ago

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ONE LAST NIGHT

— ⟡ marvolo gaunt x f!reader

✎ summary: (y/n) burke is set to marry a man that her father has chosen for her - but she can’t help but wish her father had chosen a different man.

• notes: smut, not too detailed though. angsty and mentions of misogyny in pure-blood culture. based on the ai conversation i had with ai marvolo. might make a part 2, also based on my ai conversation with marvolo. also, this is not proofread. for those who don’t know, the marvolo featured in this fic is popular fanon version, not the old hag featured in the harry potter books. credits to the fanon marvolo goes to @legacyshenanigans.

(Y/n) Burke and Marvolo Gaunt seemed to be written in the stars. The Burke family has been friends and allies with the Gaunts for ages. She’s feisty, beautiful, cunning, and resourceful - a Slytherin to her core. Her and marvolo went to school together and although their strong personalities sometimes caused them to argue and clash, marvolo always was intrigued by her and respected her - trusted her, even. As far as classmates go, she was definitely one of his favorites. Now that they are older, both are powerful dark wizards who often work together. Today, (Y/n) is at the gaunt manor for reasons Marvolo does not know.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t (Y/n) Burke. Fancy seeing you here, at my home” Marvolo said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Nice to see you too, Marvolo” she said, rolling her eyes with a smirk on her face.

"Aren't you the feisty and bold one, now, (Y/n)! You are a fine specimen of a Slytherin and a pure-blood, if I do say so myself." - He put a sly grin on his face. - "What brings you to the house of Gaunt today, my dear?"

(Y/n) raised her eyebrow and smirked.

“You’re being awfully nice today, Marvolo. perhaps even… flirty?”

She chuckled.

“Well, anyways, I’m here to tell you some news. i won’t be able to be at the den for awhile, I’m afraid I have… other… things to attend to.”

"Flirty and friendly are not words you often hear about me, but I have many different sides to me." - He chuckled and placed his hands behind his back. - "So? What other, perhaps more important matters, could keep you away for so long?"

(Y/n) smiled, although it seemed like it was more of a ‘pure-blood family heiress politeness’ smile than a genuine smile.

“My father set up a marriage for me. As of last night, I’m an engaged woman. I will be using the next few weeks to plan my wedding.”

(Y/n) was not the type of girl that enjoyed forceful and controlling pure blood traditions, such as an arranged marriage. She was certainly not looking forward to having her freedom taken away from her, but being a woman in this world meant she hardly had a choice - although, if she did, she certainly wouldn’t choose what her father had chosen for her.

"An engagement? Well, well!" - He nodded. - "Who is the lucky person who won your heart, if I may ask? And how did your father even manage to get this arranged? It's an impressive feat. You must tell me the details!”

(Y/n gave slightly a sad smile, although she tried not to show her true feelings.

“Well, i wouldn’t necessarily say my fiancée stole my heart. You know my father - he always pulls off crazy business deals, and this is nothing more than that - a joining of two prominent families to continue the pure-blood line of the burkes. Oh - and it’s Edward Yaxley. That’s the man I’m set to marry.”

Edward Yaxley was a man that Marvolo and (Y/n) went to school with. Him and Marvolo never particularly got along and Marvolo thinks he’s creepy and slimy. Marvolo is not necessarily surprised (Y/n)’s father would force her into a marriage to someone she didn’t love, as it’s pure-blood tradition, but he was surprised that he chose someone as slimy as Edward Yaxley to marry his eldest daughter.

"Edward Yaxley..." - He rolled his eyes. - "That fool. I can't imagine why the hell your father would want you to marry such a slimeball, but pure blood family traditions often result in situations such as this." - He sighed. - "I'm truly sorry for you."

(Y/n) looked into Marvolo’s eyes. The two didn’t always see eye to eye, but (Y/n) truly respected Marvolo and his abilities and intelligence. She secretly wished her father had arranged her to marry someone more like Marvolo, but alas, he did not.

“Thank you. Edward was certainly not my choice, but I’m afraid I haven’t a choice.”

(Y/n) looked down and seemed very sad, something marvolo wasn’t used to seeing from her. (Y/n) rarely showed weakness.

“Once I’m married, Edward and my father say I won’t be allowed to go to the den and help you with much anymore. Although, you know me, I’m necessarily one for constrictions, so I’ll find a way to still help out with the den’s activities.”

(Y/n) smirked and seemed to cheer up, thinking of the den - and more specifically, the memories with Marvolo she made there.

"As I said. Pure blood traditions can be very cruel to women. I am truly sorry for you, (Y/n). I hope he doesn't treat you too poorly. And even if you cannot directly help us from now on, maybe you can help us indirectly..." - He chuckled - "I am sure you have other qualities than your magic that could help us."

(Y/n) smirked.

“Oh, most certainly, Marvolo.” She had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You have always been quite a clever girl - maybe even more clever than me. I'm sure you will prove yourself very valuable to our cause." - His smirk turned into a smile. - "You are truly an extraordinary woman, (Y/n). I've always admired you. So strong, so beautiful and so... smart." - He winked.

(Y/n) blushed slightly. Truth is, (Y/n) had acquired some sort of admiration for marvolo over the years - an admiration she knew was supposed to be reserved for her husband.

“Thank you, Marvolo, truly. you’ve been a good friend over the years, despite how we may have fought and butt heads as children.”

She smirked.

“And I’m honored you think I’m more clever than you - I know you don’t just say that for anyone.”

"Yes, I'm sure we had our fair share of differences as children, but when it really matters we are united. And besides, it's just silly to dislike someone because of differences and arguments." Marvolo chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. "And yes, I don't say that to just anyone. You truly are remarkable in my eyes." - His smirk turned into a small smile.

(Y/n) smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt like a long time.

“Oh Marvolo, always the charmer.”

She smiled and touched his arm and looked into his eyes, perhaps imagining what things would’ve been like if only her father would’ve arranged for her to marry Marvolo.

She turned and began to walk towards the door, ready to return home for supper, but she turned around before she left to say one more thing to Marvolo.

“You know I’ve never looked forward to the day a husband was chosen for me - I hate that tradition. However, if I had to be arranged to be married, a part of me always hoped it would’ve been you, Marvolo. I’m sorry it’s not.”

She gave a soft, bittersweet smile as she looked into his eyes. Her eyes started to tear up, but she tried to hold back.

Marvolo remained silent for a moment and then sighed. His gaze met hers. "And if it had been my choice, you would have been my wife. But sometimes, fate has decided differently - and sometimes it is just too late."

He took her hands. "And my dearest (Y/n)." He paused for a moment. "I wish you the most happiness this world can offer you." - There was no smile on his face. Only a deep sadness in his eyes.

"I will miss you."

“Marvolo…” her voice was barely a whisper.

(Y/n) looked at their intertwined hands and then back at him. she moved closer to him. She knew this was wrong - but she nearly didn’t care. It felt right.

(Y/n) paused for a moment, before deciding to do one last thing for herself before being sent off to be married. She leaned in and kissed Marvolo Gaunt - the man who may not have been her fiancée, but he was the one who had captured her heart.

All Marvolo's sadness, all his grief, all his suffering was forgotten for the brief moment when (Y/n) kissed him. It was all he wanted. All he needed. For that moment, he forgot about everything else.

"(Y/n)," - He breathed deeply. - "My dear (Y/n). You have done something you are not supposed to do, do you understand that?" - A smirk showed on Marvolo's face. - "But I am not complaining at all. I wanted nothing more, and you knew that."

(Y/n) smiled mischievously against his lips.

“Oh, I’m aware… but I’m beginning to not care. After all, I am still an unwed woman for a little bit longer - therefore, I believe I shall enjoy my freedom while I can.”

She leaned in to kiss him again, this time stepping away from the door and caressing Marvolo’s arm.

"I like how you think, my sweet (Y/n)." - He winked and caressed her hair. - "If you are going to enjoy yourself, might as well take full advantage of it." - The smirk showed on his face again, and he looked into her eyes. "You know, (Y/n)... My room is upstairs as well..." He winked once more and looked into her eyes, awaiting her reaction.

(Y/n) beamed at his words. Marriage was one thing - in her culture, it was more of a business deal, but sex? She didn’t want to lose her virginity to just anyone - certainly not Edward Yaxley. If there was anyone she trusted to see her in her most vulnerable moments, it was Marvolo.

“I’d love nothing more.”

"I'll show you the way then. Follow me." - He held out his hand for (Y/n) to take, and started to walk upstairs. - "You can think of this as a... One last adventure. One last day of freedom. A day of doing whatever we want..."

(Y/n) smiled and chuckled.

“A last hurrah, as they say in America.”

Marvolo laughed and nodded. "Exactly. Let us make the most of this last hurrah, shall we?" He opened the door for her and let her pass into his bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable. And make yourself at home." - He added with a wink.

(Y/n) smiled and suddenly felt bold.

“Oh, I most certainly will.”

She began to slowly undress herself, keeping eye contact with Marvolo as she revealed herself to him.

Marvolo's heart raced as he saw (Y/n) slowly undressing. "My... my. (Y/n)... Is this really what you want?" - His smirk disappeared and his voice was softer than it had been all day. But it filled him with joy to see her finally allowing him to be close to her.

(Y/n) nodded and walked over to him.

“I’m positive, darling.”

Now only in her undergarments, she began to kiss Marvolo’s neck as she fiddled with his shirt collar.

Marvolo smiled as she walked towards him. He watched her every move with wonder and desire. "A fine choice, I must say." - He shrugged off his shirt and removed his trousers. - "You are a very beautiful woman." - He took her in his arms and pulled her close.

(Y/n) got to work with her remaining garments. she now laid bare in front of him, inviting him to touch her.

“And you are a handsome man, Marvolo Gaunt.”

She smirked.

Marvolo looked at her and smiled. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, (Y/n). I am the luckiest man in this world. Lucky to have witnessed such beauty." He said in a soft voice as he ran his hand down her bare chest.

(Y/n) blushed deeply and let out a soft whimper at his words. She felt like she was in heaven - none of her problems mattered when Marvolo’s hands were on her bare skin.

He moved his hands to her waist and slowly let them wander. "My, my... You are so perfect. So beautiful." - He kissed her, deeply but passionately. - "You do like me touching you, do you? I want to make you pleased."

(Y/n) whimpered again.

“Please me, Marvolo.”

She moved his free hand to feel her drenched core.

Marvolo grunted at the touch of her wet core. He smirked and inserted a finger to begin to stretch her out.

(Y/n) felt a slight pain at first, but the pain soon dissolved into pleasure.

As Marvolo continued his ministrations, (Y/n) grew increasingly more eager to feel all of him. She reached down to guide his now bare member to where she needed him most.

(Y/n)’s touch felt like the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, as it excited him to no end. He moaned into her ear. "Oh (Y/n)... You have no idea how much I was waiting for this." - He whispered. - "You are... Perfect."

(Y/n) smiled and blushed.

“You’re doing so good.” She moaned.

She lowered herself onto him and let out a pleasured cry.

He groaned and leaned back. He wrapped his hands around her back and looked up at her. "Oh my... You are incredible..." - A warm breath escaped his lips and his eyes were filled with desire.

(Y/n) continued to ride him, moaning and calling out his name every so often.

The two made soft love for what seemed like hours. Tangled limbs exploring each others bodies, trying to memorized the other’s touch.

Eventually, (Y/n) felt herself reach her peak. She cried out his name as she climaxed.

Marvolo reached his peak at the same time as (Y/n). He closed his eyes and sighed. "My... You are incredible, (Y/n)." he kissed her again. - "That was the best thing I have felt in my entire life." A smile of joy plastered his face.

(Y/n) let out a soft laugh - a sound signifying her joy. She gently removed herself from him and laid on the bed.

Marvolo smiled. He pulled a shirt off one of his chairs and handed it to her. - "Use this if you wish. But I have just one question for you." - He grinned and sat down on the edge of the bed, near her feet. - "Will you miss me?"

(Y/n) took the white blouse and put it on. she thanked him for the clothing and took his face in her palm.

“Oh my dear Marvolo… I’ll miss you like no other. I wish tonight wasn’t the first and last night we got to spend together like this.”

"I will miss you, too. You are a one of a kind woman, (Y/n). I wish we could've had more time together, but I've known the whole time that it would just be tonight. I hope our paths will once again cross again someday. You are truly a wonderful woman, and I'm happy to have met you."

He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Now go, my love. You need to head back to your manor before your father and fiancé get suspicious."

A tear dropped down from her cheek as she sadly smiled.

“At least we will always have tonight.”

“We will always have tonight. And I will always cherish what we have just shared, (Y/n). Thank you for spending one of your last nights as an unwed woman with me. Remember these words: you are a wonderful woman, and you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

(Y/n) smiled sadly.

“I’ll miss you, Marvolo Gaunt.”

She gave him one last kiss before leaving the room and heading home to her dreaded future.

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