#seraphs drabbles

[solus-seraph]

Common Grounds. (AM)

SUMMARY:

AM is interested in you, and you are NOT interested in him.

A/N: It's been a minute since I've written, so here's a little drabble. Also, I initially wrote this to be fem!reader, but it can probably be read as whatever.

AM had grown tired of playing with you. At first, the promise of eventually being able to crack that sickeningly dense shell of apathy you pushed forward with your self-inclusive facade was a tempting prize. Of course, he could always physically break you to no end, but where's the fun in that? He wants to see you suffer on all levels, but something is wrong with you. You're different from the other five. The apathy he once thought to be a part of your clever coping mechanism wasn't going away. It wasn't cracking. He began to think, perhaps it was a metaphorical virus in your code. A bug. Something within you that made you broken, unfixable.

"You're quite the anomaly, sweetheart." Always the same pet name with him, never once has he given you the satisfaction of hearing your name from his speakers. It's always 'Sweetheart,' 'my dear,' this and that, never your name. Perhaps it's an attempt to erase your identity. Whatever it is, it has no effect. Other people's perceptions of you are irrelevant.

"I'm quite aware. Now if you're done with your pointless attempts to pick my brain, do us both a favor and leave me alone," You were doing as you always do, walking in the freezing cold, improperly dressed for the weather. Though you'd never complained, lest he make you walk through the snow in the nude.

"Quite ballsy of you to make demands of me. I've not come to dissect you in any way other than mentally. Your mind is quite ... different. It intrigues me." His voice was already giving you a headache, but what better do you have to do than entertain his royal pain in the ass?

"I know exactly what you want to say about it." Of course you do, he rummaged through your head millions of times, he was bound to say something eventually.

"I've noted you have a lack of care for your fellow humans. You're quite the selfish beast if I must say so myself."

"Don't you perhaps think I don't get attached to them because I know the second I do they'll become your favorite play thing? I know how you work. If I showed any particularity to any of those five, you'd hurt them to hurt me." Your words spit out of your mouth laced with venom.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me. You don't act as if you dislike them to protect them. You truly don't care about them at all." That ear-bleedingly annoying laugh rings out. "You're as much of a monster as the other think you are. I've heard them talking, sweetheart. They think you're sided with me out of some sadistic pleasure of yours."

"And how should I know you aren't lying to me? After all, you hate me. You hate my kind. You hate how I think and feel. Or how I'm supposed to think, and I'm supposed to feel." You moisten your cracked lips.

"You and I think alike, my dear. Always doubting-"

"What do you have to doubt? Anything you think can be the truth becomes the truth." You cut him off before he starts monologing. "You and I have nothing in common, nor do I and the others."

AM has to stop and think about this. Such a hostile little thing you are. He quite likes it. Perhaps with this new ammunition, he can turn them on you even more. Maybe he can make them hate you so that you will come to hate them.

And just maybe, you'll hate like he does.

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I know, I know, not the longest thing on the planet. Let me ease back into the writing scene 🙏

[chris-prank]

Yandere villain sidekick NSFW drabbles

CW: NSFW (obviously), sneaky masturbating while on a call, soft masochist, allusion of reader giving but also receiving and sub yandere

You can go check Dr. Seraph's Part 1 here! Since some of the things here will reference it!

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The more time went on after he had this special encounter with you, the more his imagination started to go into… naughty territories. At first he scolded himself for thinking such things about you, but slowly he started to accept his lewd fantasies as he timidly rubbed his bulge. In the end, pathetic whines escaped his lips while he rutted his closed dick into his palms, wishing you were the one touching him.

Dr.Seraph's not the type to be fighting on the field. Usually he is behind his computer or monitor, watching his inventions do the heavy work for him. At the very least he will use weapons that don't require hand to hand combat. Since Vincent uses intercoms to talk to you, nothing can stop him from doing other activities during fights. While he interacts with you, he sometimes pathetically strokes his dick, trying his best to keep down his moans.

You’re too busy anyway to hear his whimpers and if not, you just think his creations are connected to him in some way. He must be crying out in pain! 

Watching you destroy everything in your path, while groaning and flexing your perfect body makes him cum in a matter of seconds. You’re already so hot when you’re covered in sweat, he would kill to see you oiled u—WHO SAID THAT! 

I think we can all easily guess that this guy has a huge praise kink. Nothing can turn him on more than you whispering into his ear how much of a good and smart boy he is. 

Like I said before, Dr. Seraph is a bit of a masochist even if he doesn’t like to admit it. What he loves the most is if you go back to being soft right after you slap, spank or bite him. In his head it’s proof that no matter how many times you fought him, deep down you cared about him just like you do now. 

After pressing your foot on his cock, praise him and gently rub his length in a comforting way, that will make his eyes roll back.

Vincent loves feeling like he is being taken care of, so please take him in your arms while you ram yourself into him or bounce on his dick.

He wants to be close with you as much as he physically can, that being a result of his years of fighting you from afar. He especially relishes in nuzzling his head against you, whatever it be your stomach, your chest, etc. 

No matter the position, he prefers it when you are towering over him. He just wants to admire you in all your glory. 

He cries a lot during sex, his cock and prostate are just that sensitive.

Also very very shy while doing it. He might try to hide his face multiple times, especially if you do some dirty talk. You can use this to your advantage to do some light teasing. 

Despite Vincent being a very small guy, let's say that his dick compensates for it by being over average, measuring 7 inches when hard (yes he is indeed proud of it.)

He doesn’t talk much during sex, not that he isn’t vocal, quite the contrary. You will know he is enjoying it if he keeps making whimpers and moans. 

 It’s just that the pleasure makes it very difficult for him to put coherent phrases together. The most he can do is say two or three words at a time. 

Aftercare is a must! He really wants to be able to cuddle and relax in your arms when everything is done. It’s like the cherry on top for him, it brings everything together. 

If you were really rough with him he might fall asleep against you quickly, however it's not because he is unconscious that his arms will let you go out of his grasp. 

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[intheticklecloset]

TickleTober Day #28: Vampire

Yu and Mika (Seraph of the End)

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“You need to drink.”

“No.”

“Mika—”

“No.”

Yu sighed. It was always like this with his best friend, his brother. Mika hated being a vampire, and Yu hated that for him, but the fact of the matter was that he needed to drink blood to survive. If he didn’t he’d become a mindless monster until he fed, and neither of them wanted that. They’d made an arrangement that was working just fine – when Mika wasn’t being stubborn.

He was always being stubborn.

“Mika,” Yu said in a gentler tone, glancing around. The others were busy with other tasks at the moment, leaving them alone for one blissful second of time. “No one’s even watching. They don’t mind anyway, which you know, but come on. Just do it. You’ll feel better afterwards.”

“No.”

Yu rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me pull out the big guns.”

Mika finally glanced at him. “Guns? I thought you just carried a sword.”

The dark-haired boy smiled. His friend was so dense sometimes. Denser than he was, even, and that was saying something. “I mean, don’t make me threaten you.”

“With what? You can’t hurt me,” Mika scoffed.

Yu took a step forward and got right up in his space, making Mika tense up instinctively. “Drink.”

“No.”

Yu pulled down the collar of his jacket, exposing his neck. “Drink.”

Mika swallowed. “No.”

“Your funeral.”

At first, the vampire didn’t know what was happening. Yu moved quickly, and his hands were on his torso, and then an overwhelming feeling rose up in him, forcing bubbly giggles that he didn’t intend to let loose out into the space between them. He panicked for a split second before a memory from long before caught up with him, and he began to squirm and push back.

“Yu!” he cried, trapped between his friend and the wall. “Nohohohoho!”

“Aha! I knew you were still ticklish!” Yu exclaimed, grinning victoriously as he dug his fingers into Mika’s ribs and sides. “I won’t stop until you drink!”

“Dohohohohon’t – Yu, stohohohohohohop it!” Mika slapped a hand over his mouth, mortified by the sounds coming out of him now. How long had it been since he’d smiled, let alone giggled?

“You know you want to~” Yu sang at him playfully, expertly keeping him pinned to the wall. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Mika’s giggles rose in pitch – just when he thought he couldn’t be any more embarrassed. A hot blush rose to his cheeks and ears. “Yu, plehehehehehehease, stohohohohohop!”

Yu smirked at him. “Make me.”

The vampire giggled and squirmed for another few seconds before finally giving in and snatching Yu’s wrists away, flipping them around so his friend was against the wall as he sank his fangs into his neck. He hated how instantly relaxed he felt, how much stronger and faster and more powerful.

“See, now? Was that so hard?” Yu murmured, holding him close. “I guess I’ve found a surefire way to get you to stop being so stubborn about it in the future.”

Mika finished his business swiftly, then pulled back and grinned at Yu with a predatory gaze that would have scared any other human. “Careful, Yu. You think I don’t remember how ticklish you are, too?”

By the time the others caught up with them, Yu was a mess of hysterical laughter on the ground, and Mika had never looked happier.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Yuuichirou Hyakuya X afab!Reader X Mikaela Hyakuya

Synopsis: In the midst of a day at the carnival with friends, MC finds herself caught between the affections of childhood friends, Yuu and Mika, who compete for her attention.

Word Count: 2,267

"[Name]-chan~!" a certain lavender haired girl called out.

Hearing her constant yelling outside your house, you grumbled in your sleep, positioning on your sides to get a better sleep.

"[Name]-chan!"

"What?!" You bolted upright, brows knitted together in annoyance as your hands formed into a fist, clenching on your blanket. Your half-lidded eyes stared at your oak wood floor.

"E-eh..."

You turned to your side and saw the gang standing outside your room, your door opened. A grinning Shinoa, a poker-faced Mitsuba, a sweat dropping Yoichi, a blank-faced Mika, and a nervous Yuu and Shiho. You glared hardly at them as purple aura emerged from your body, surrounding around you.

"What?" You calmly asked, trying to compose yourself.

"Well, we are wondering if you want to join us—"

"Nope," you bluntly said, cutting off the poor Yoichi who 'eh?!' in surprise, covering the blanket over your face as you went back to bed.

"Come on, [Name]-chan~ it will be fun~" Shinoa went to your sides and poked you.

"Stop it, it's annoying." You groaned then buried your body deeper into the mattress.

A sigh escaped Mitsuba's lips then went out the room, she motioned Shiho and Yoichi to come with her, in which they obeyed. Yuu decided to convince you to come so he went to the bed and kneeled down.

"[Name]?"

You poked your head out of the covers and looked at him. You can't stay angry at Yuu and Mika since they're your childhood friends. And of course, they're not annoying like Shinoa.

"Yes?" You asked, though you obviously know that he'll ask you to join them.

"If you're free today, will you join us? We're planning to hang out at a carnival since there is a festival going on." Yuu explained.

"And there will be fireworks too, your favorite, right?" Mika added, flashing you a smile that could melt your heart.

You hid your blush from them by covering your face with your blanket. "S-sure... just let me refresh for a while. Having you guys invade my house, especially my room, made it hard for me to think."

Yuu sweat-dropped as Mika sighed.

"Well, it was actually your mother's idea to go straight to your room to wake you up, since she said that you're a heavy sleeper when having your little siesta." Yuu laughed nervously as he stood up, rubbing a hand behind his head.

"Yeah, right." You rolled your eyes because of your mother. "Wait for me in 5 minutes. Tell mom that I'll be joining you guys."

Yuu and Mika smiled while Shinoa just grinned. She grabbed the boys out of your room and closed the door behind her.

You sighed, removing the blanket from your face, before smiling at the thought. "Fireworks, huh?"

After you fixed yourself, you exited the room and went downstairs. You can hear laughter and fighting in the living room and so you sneak up and took a peek inside. And as usual, you saw the pinkette and the raven haired boy having a staring competition with each other, sparks of rivalry in between.

"Hey, hey, hey," you smiled then leaned on the door frame, arms crossed.

Everyone looked at you as the two stopped their little contest.

"Ah, you're already awake~" your mom chimed as her eyes lit up, hands clasped together in front of her chest.

"Well, I can't probably go back to sleep without someone annoyingly continue to disturb me," you said and glared hardly at the Hiiragi, making the others know who you are referring to. Shinoa just smiled at you sweetly.

Mitsuba sighed. "Anyways, thanks for welcoming us into your home, Mrs. [Surname]."

"Oh, no! It's fine, you're my [Name]'s good friends, after all." Your mom gave them a smile.

"Okay guys, let's go," you called out to them and they nodded, standing up from their seats.

"Have fun everyone!" Your mom called on you as you and gang are standing outside of your house.

"We will!" You shouted back.

"And oh! Yuu-kun, Mika-kun, please take care of my [Name]!"

"We will!" The black-haired male replied.

"Please don't worry," Mika assured and smiled.

"Mou!" You pouted and puffed your cheeks in all cutesy, face flushed by your mother. "I can handle myself, thank you."

"Okay, then. Have fun!" Your mother chuckled.

"Yes!" With that said, you and the gang walked your way down the pavement towards the known carnival place.

Once the gang entered the park, you can only stare in awe at how much the park had changed from the last time you saw it. A lot of people are roaming around, playing at game booths, eating or just loiter. A slim hand slipped itself into yours and you instantly tensed up at the touch. Your flustered face turned and saw Mika staring back at you, a slightly pink tinted his cheeks.

"M-Mika-kun...?" You asked, unsure of his actions.

"The crowd is thick and I don't want to lose you, your mom might throw a tantrum because of it." He explained, looking back to the crowd to prove his point.

"Y-yeah... right..." you answered, a part of you want to sweat-drop of thinking of your mom having a fit.

Unbeknownst to you, Shinoa is a grinning mess for watching the cute scene and Yuu can't help but scowl at his brother.

"Okay, guys!" Shinoa's voice caught everyone's attention.

You and the others turned around to face Shinoa. And once you did, you could feel a shiver run down your spine after seeing her expression. She is already grinning from ear to ear, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. Whatever she is thinking, you don't want to know it.

"Since we are now at the park, I am actually thinking of going in pairs to have fun."

"Who will pick the pairs then?" The brunette asked.

"We'll decide with this!" She pulled out 7 sticks from who-knows-where. You instantly know what it is for. "Since we are 7 right now, there will two pairs and a trio. I had prepared this before we left."

"And we're gonna pick who we are paired with, right?" Yu asked, looking at Shinoa who nodded to answer his question. Somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be paired with you and spend the day having fun, he is also somewhat jealous because of the intimate gestures his brother is giving you earlier.

"Let's get this over with." Mitsuba sighed then got one stick.

Yoichi followed after the blonde, then Shiho, then Mika and Yuu at the same time. You and Shinoa are yet to pick. You glanced at the lavender-haired Hiiragi and gave her a nervous glare but all she return to you was a cheeky smile, shoving the two remaining sticks closer to you. You sighed then grabbed one.

"Okay! Removed the white tape from the bottom, there you will see a color. The persons with the same color will go together as pair or trio." After that, everyone did what Shinoa instructed and ripped the tape, revealing three colors—red, yellow and blue—indicating that there are three separate groups.

By now, Mika already removed his hands from yours(for which you are grateful for but soon missing his warmth) and ripped the tape revealing a blue tipped stick.

"I guess we're a pair then," you said then showed him yours.

"I couldn't ask for more." He chuckled.

"Oi! I got blue!" Yuu yelled and raised his blue tipped stick. Your heart dropped at seeing this.

"Stop your yells, idiot! We don't want any passers-by to stare at us like we're crazy!" Shiho smacked the ravenette's head in annoyance, a tick mark appeared on his forehead.

"Ouch! What the hell is that for?!" Yuu rubbed his head then come to touched the redhead's forehead. After a while, the staring contest started.

"H-Hyakuya-kun, Kimizuki-kun, please calm down." Yoichi tried to make them stop as he sweat-dropped.

"I can't believe that I'm paired with this girl..." Mitsuba's eyebrows twitched in annoyance as she stared at the yellow tipped stick. The said lavender haired Hiiragi just smiled sweetly at her.

"W-well... Yuu-kun," you rubbed your temple and called out to him, hoping that somehow, he and Kimizuki would stop for once.

"Hm....? What is it, [Name]?" He asked and turned his full attention towards you.

"Mika-kun and I got blue as well." You said then showed him your stick.

Yuu's green eyes blinked a few times before pink dusted his cheeks. He then comes to you and pulled you into a hug, a gesture which surprises you.

"I'm glad to be your pair, [Name]!" He gushed. You just stood there shocked. He then pulled away and stared into your [e/c] orbs, hands on your shoulders. "I promise to make your day the best!"

The blonde male just glared at his brother for a good minute before breaking their moment. "Ehem!"

Yuu instantly removed his hands from your shoulders and both of you looked at Mika.

"Let's go." Was all he said before interlocked his hands with yours and began to walk.

"H-hey! Wait for me!" Yuu called out and caught up. Mika just looked back at Yuu and glared in which the ravenette didn't hesitate to return.

By now, you and the others are already separated and had your time with both Hyakuya brothers. You can't help but notice that they are trying to get close to you every now and then. They would also scowl and glare at each other when you're not watching. At first, you and the boys went around to admire all merchandise. But then they started to buy you anything that you want. Then they played games to win prizes for you. Of course, you accepted the gifts but somewhere deep in your heart, you wanted them to stop giving you all of these, it made you feel a bit guilty about it.

After the game, the three of you rested first on a bench with the foods that you guys recently bought. Yuu tried to feed you takoyaki, in which you humbly decline but insisted anyway. Mika would let you drink his beverage whenever you are in need of liquid, and of course, you being oblivious that he already drank it also.

Yuu notices this then started glaring hard at the male who returned the favor with a smirk. And so, Yuu had his ways. After eating, your trio went around once again to admire the scenery and everything. During that time, he had excused himself from buying something. Mika was delighted by that then entwined his fingers with yours. You didn't question him this because you know that he thought you might get lost, the crowd is getting thicker after all.

After Yuu came back, he held an unwrapped lollipop and handed it to you. Your eyes brightened up at the sight of your favorite [f/f] lollipop and didn't hesitate to shove it in your mouth. Unknown to you and to Mika, the ravenette boy already licked the lolly before giving it to you. Now he already had an indirect kiss with you as well.

"Wah~ I'm tired!" You yawned as your trio walked towards a grassy field.

"You're right, it's getting late now," Mika stated, still holding your right hand.

"Let's rest over there. The fireworks are gonna start in a few minutes," Yuu informed, pointing a finger to an open grassy field. His other hand entwined with your left(yes, by now, Yuu started to hold your hand as well).

"Sure." You nodded and walked towards the place. The boys following beside you.

After you and the boys settled down on the grass(with you in the middle, of course), you turned to them and smiled.

"Thank you guys for this day."

"It's no problem." Answered Mika as he focused his gaze on the skies, awaiting the fireworks with his cheeks painted red. Luckily for him, the skies were dark and so you didn't see his blush.

"You're always welcome, [Name]." Answered Yuu as he averted his gaze to the side to hide his blush from you.

"Actually..." you turned around to see Mika staring at you. His handsome features up close made your face heat up.

"We've been thinking..." this time, you looked to Yuu and saw his face inches away from yours. You could already feel your heart's gonna explode any moment now.

"That we............" and as on cue, the fireworks exploded in the sky, making Yuu's statement falter by the loud booms and earning your attention as you instantly switched your focus on the colorful sky.

And once you did, the two didn't hesitate to use the opportunity and kissed both of your cheeks at the same time. Your heart skipped a beat, yours eyes wide and face flushed. The two pulled away then gave you a sweet smile while interlocking their fingers with yours.

"We love you, [Name]."

[lynaerith]

Omitions — Mikayuu Drabble

Mikaela and Yuichiro mutually broke up years ago on good terms. Despite that, they remained good friends. And despite it all, Mikaela still harbors strong feelings towards Yuichiro.

The question is: will one summer night resolve their splitting, and bring them back together?

Drabble below the "keep reading" line :)

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of summer break rolling in from a stressful, rather eventful spring semester. Nothing quite like the freedom afforded by no longer having to wake up for pointless eight-in-the-morning classes, or not having to stay up late the night before, racking your head for a prepped lunch meal. 

Summer break brings with it sleepless nights, youthful banter, and the ever elusive summer-romances. 

Mikaela has been in college for four years now. And those summer-romances still have not made their grand appearance. 

He presses his lips into a thin line, unlocking his phone. 

Several flashes appear on the television screen, bathing the dimly-lit living room in vibrant colors. It dyes his skin in temporary technicolor, pulling his attention once again. 

Then again, he couldn’t focus all that hard if he really tried anyway. 

The hum of electrical devices gets drowned out by the echoes of character sprites taking hits and shooting virtual rounds of ammo on screen. 

And (un)helpfully seated by him, is Yuichiro: head resting gently against Mikaela’s lap, gaze turned toward the screen, body strewn across the couch as his fingers try to keep up with the demand of the fast-paced game. 

His dark, thick hair is splayed across Mikaela’s lap, fanning out wildly in different directions, untamable in the ten years Mikaela had known Yuichiro. And his skin glows its beautiful summer tan, even in the darkness of the living room, adorned with small scars from his rough childhood. 

There’s a particular scar on Yuichirou’s chin that has never escaped Mikaela’s watchful gaze: a small slit caused by a knife when he was just a toddler. 

He rips away his prying gaze, and forces himself to focus on his phone again.

Unlocks it. Scrolls through his home screen. Opens Twitter. Refreshes. Closes Twitter. 

With nothing more than an audio cue, the room gets dyed in red once again. It’s a mocking death screen. 

“Maybe if you tried playing upright like a normal person,” Mikaela supplies blandly. 

He says that, but selfishly—he knows he wants Yu to stay this close. Even at the detriment of his own heart.

There’s a small shift against his lap. Just for a moment, Mikaela dares let his eyes drift downwards again. Yuichiro is side-eyeing him with a smile. 

“Nah. ‘S more comfortable this way.” 

A flush rises on Mikaela’s cheeks, and he huffs indignantly, ripping his gaze away from dangerously bright green eyes back to his phone. 

“Suit yourself, stupid Yu-chan.”

Yuichiro laughs; light and soft and every bit as delicate as the other times Mika has imprinted the sound in his head. 

“Just you wait,” he says, pressing on the restart button again. “I’ll beat the level this way and prove you wrong, Mika!” 

Mikaela hums—opening Twitter and refreshing the app for the umpteenth time. It doesn’t do anything to change his timeline; in fact, the same post from a mutual friend stares back at him and mocks him as he tries to divert his focus. 

And unceremoniously, so soon after Yu’s uttered words, another death screen bathes the room in a familiar crimson red. 

Yuichiro groans loudly in frustration. 

Mikaela doesn’t even get a smug word out before he presses the retry button again. 

It’s quiet between them. 

Quiet, and calm, and every bit of a moment well spent for summer break. 

“Hey,” Yuichiro starts, eyes still focused on the battle sequence on the television, “how did your date with that Lacus guy go?” 

Mikaela tenses. 

His heart dares betray him: it dares accelerate within the confines of his chest—it dares pump blood of delusion and hope through his veins and intoxicate his mind in a plethora of what-ifs. 

He forces himself to stay neutral, gaze focused on his phone. “What’s got you curious?”

“Nothing!” Yuichiro barks haughty. The button mashing gets louder; more irritated. “You just mentioned liking him. And that you guys were hanging out more often after classes, so I thought, ya’know…”

“Lacus likes Rene,” Mika replies smoothly. 

He’s not really expecting Yuichiro to pause his game mid-attack and turn his head towards him on his lap. 

“Oh.”

Big, green eyes stare at him. Innocently. Maybe even a little concerned. 

“Are you okay?” 

Mika furrows his brows. “We’re just friends.” He swipes across the home screen, back and forth repeatedly. “I mean, I used to like Lacus awhile ago, but things changed and that’s okay. We’re good friends now.”

Yuichiro’s fingers hover and twitch over the unpause button. 

What if… he caved into the delusion of hope within his chest? What if he chanced it just this once, and offered a little more information…

After a brief pause between them, he chances it—despite the quivering of his heart and the newfound anxiety coursing his veins. 

“Besides, I don’t think I’d be happy with anyone.” Mikaela chances a look at Yuichiro. “I’m okay with being alone.”

Several minute expressions flicker across Yuichiro’s face. Small, little shifts in his face that Mikaela has come to know distinctly with years of experience. 

Yuichiro sets down his controller on the coffee table and shifts his body to look at Mikaela. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? Like really.”

It’s not often Yu is so soft-spoken like this. 

Mikaela averts his gaze. 

“I don’t see why not.” Mikaela shrugs.

Yuichiro furrows his brows. “Mika.”

“It’s really not a problem,” he says again. 

Who is he trying to convince, really?

“Mika,” Yuichiro says louder this time. 

Mikaela pauses, and looks at him. 

Yuichiro pulls himself up to sit, and Mikaela can see the constraining of his abdominal muscles peak from beneath his ridden-up tee-shirt. 

“Did I hurt you? When we were together?” 

The question is straight to the point. 

It manages to steal Mika’s breath; pull a punch into his lungs and rob him of any oxygen. 

“What?” He asks, voice barely above a whispered breath. 

Yu licks his lips, suddenly unsure. But that insecurity melts away almost instantly: “All this talk about you being okay with being alone. We’ve both been seeing other people. I flirted with Shinoa and Mitsuba for a bit, and you looked infatuated with Lacus for awhile—”

He’s rambling. 

“—but hearing this now. Are you really okay with just being alone and not seeing anyone at all? You’re the one who always annoyingly went on about true love when we were kids.”

Mikaela swallows thickly.

In his heart and in his head, the only person he’s ever truly opened up to and loved was Yu. Yuichiro was the first person to want him, wholly and purely. He was the first person who stayed by his side no matter the consequence. 

And Mika loved Yu more than he loved the other orphans; more than he loved his own family; more than he loved love. 

Mika loved Yu more than he loved life itself. 

“Mika?” Yu asks carefully. 

Fingers press into his wrist, gingerly coaxing his phone out of his grasp. 

Mikaela never truly did get over his break-up with Yu. In a way, sure, he did: he got over it eventually with enough time to heal and lick at his wounds, and he learned from the experience. But he was never able to impale a flag of conquest over the plains of his heart which Yu had held sovereign. 

He never truly got over his suffocating love for Yu. 

“I’m okay, Yu-chan,” he manages to say. 

The crease between Yuichiro’s brows deepens. His lips down-turn cutely. 

“Your staccato responses are worrying me.”

Mikaela forces a half-baked smile and huff of a laugh. “Staccato? Where did you learn such a big word like that?”

“Shaddup.” Yu shoves his shoulder half-heartedly. “I’m being serious, dumbass.”

He chances eye-contact with Yu: chances staring into his eyes and anchoring himself just before the tipping point of evergreen forests and moss-colored blades of grass. It’s a hexxing thing: to look into Yuichiro’s eyes. 

It disarmed him in a way no one had ever managed before. 

“I haven't felt serious about anyone in a long time,” Mikaela admits. “It’s not like I didn’t look around. I just wasn’t really feeling a click with anyone. You didn’t hurt me. You could never hurt me, Yu-chan.”

Yuichiro averts his gaze just for a split second. He mumbles something unintelligible with his lips before meeting Mika’s gaze again. 

“So no one interested you?” He asks. 

Mikaela chuckles lowly. “Didn’t I just say that, idiot?”

Delicate silence stretches between them. 

The game on the television screen sits forgotten. 

Yuichiro seems to be pondering something. 

“And…” he trains off. “Did you click with me?”

Mikaela’s heart dares start and stop all at once. 

Its beats become superhuman in strength; injecting dopamine into every viable blood vessel it can.

“I did,” he murmurs. 

 Yuichiro presses his lips into a thin line.

He scoots a little closer—

—leans a little closer. 

“And,” Yuichiro pauses, “do you still feel that click?”

Delirium threatens to tear Mikaela apart. His lips twitch with millions of possibilities playing out before him. 

“I do,” he admits. 

Not a sound penetrates the world they’ve created. 

Hold still firm around Mikaela’s wrist, Yuichiro snakes his fingers down until their hands are interlocked. He squeezes their shared grasp, and breathes out slowly. 

“And you thought,” he begins, words quiet, “that it would be better to keep your feelings to yourself?”

A crack forms in their bubble. 

Reality settles heavy on Mikaela’s shoulders, and the delusion melts away into hard facts and truths. 

“You don’t feel the same way.”

He pulls away from Yuichiro dejectedly, unclasping their hands. 

Faster than his own sinking heart can react, Yu pushes forward, using both his hands to anchor Mika down and keep him seated close to him. 

Yu comes so close, that their knees are pressing together, and the proximity of their warmth radiates into his own body. 

“Don’t speak for my feelings,” he mutters haughty. 

Mika’s eyes widen. 

Yu’s expression suddenly becomes vulnerable. “You really up and decided how you thought I felt about my own feelings?”

He licks his lips.

The words die at his throat; they die in his brain. There’s not a single intelligent retort he can make to respond. Not anything that makes a coherent amount of sense for someone like Yu. 

“You…” Mika struggles to find the words. “You didn’t give me any reason to think otherwise.” 

“I didn’t think I had the right to,” Yu mumbles. “I thought staying friends was the best I was ever going to get after all that. I…”

Mika breathes in. And out. 

His heart begins fluttering in his chest all over again. His cheeks flush bright red. 

“...I didn’t know that you… that you still had feelings for me.” 

His eyes water. He doesn’t mean them to. But he can’t help it. 

“I never stopped,” Mika says. 

Yu’s lips tremble. 

“Never?” Yu asks. 

A wet chuckle. “There was never a moment where I stopped being in love with you.” 

The confession makes Mika avert his gaze in embarrassment, caught off-guard by the sudden out-pouring of his own feelings. He hadn’t meant to—hadn’t meant to lay himself so bare in front of Yu. Not for something like this. 

Yu laughs, then. At first, it’s a small, breathless chuckle, before growing louder and stronger and ever bit more reassured, until Yu is covering his mouth with one hand, curling into himself and eyes shining brightly. 

“Yu-chan?!” Mika asks urgently, overcoming that final barrier of distance, hands pressly deftly against Yu’s shoulders to prop him up. 

Tears are streaming down his face. “I feel the same way.” 

Mika’s mind almost short-circuits then. 

His heart nearly gives out; his lungs nearly capsize; his muscles tremble with fatigue and strain with the urge to break their distance completely and meld into one. 

The tears which he’d held back so surely stream confidently down Mika’s face now. 

Hope dares bloom in a desert which deprived its land of water for centuries. 

“You…”

“I feel the same way,” Yu repeats. “I never stopped loving you.” 

He cups Mika’s face, fingers feeling the smooth skin, thumbing over his bottom lip. 

“You were the best I ever had,” Yu says earnestly. “No one could ever come close to replacing you.” 

Mika shakes a breathless, incredulous laugh, eyes crinkling into crescents of love. He overlaps his palms over Yu’s hands, keeping his touch anchored on his cheeks, unwilling and unrelenting to let go of his hold, before his hands travel down the expanse of his arms, fingers feeling the protruding of his collarbones, hands splaying against warm skin. 

“I’m so glad,” Mika whispers. “I’m so, so glad.” 

Yu smiles: bright and cheery and every bit beautiful. Through red cheeks and tear streaks, through tousled hair and crinkled eyes—he gives Mika the brightest smile known to man. 

Mika feels honored to be its recipient. 

“I love you,” Mika says.

Yu leans close. “I love you, too.”

And as the television screen flickers off into sleep-mode, as the living room becomes bathed in a comfortable silence—

Yu presses his lips firmly against Mika’s, and breathes life back into his craving soul. 

[cozywriter]

🥮 ~ Cozy Corner’s Grand Menu ~ 🥮

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Upon entering its threshold, a soft chime rang through the empty establishment. The scent of fresh bread and coffee wafting through the air. You look around and quickly realize no one is here. Not one customer, barista or baker in sight. You step further into the shop, only to realize you don’t hear the busy clamor of the outside world. No honking cars, no muffled speech from passersby behind the door. Not even shadows crossing the color tainted glass windows. You decide to book it before some psycho pops out from behind the counter, but just as you turn on your heels to run for the door, all you see is white.

In a panic, you stumble backwards, only for the next thing you see to be the mahogany ceiling, a stinging pain making from your bum making itself known. Groaning softly, you sit up, trying to rub the pain away, cussing out some choice words. Slowly rising to your feet, you’re met with a small circular coffee table that seats one, your bag already propped on top of it and leaning against the dirty green walls. Utterly confused and a tad perturbed, you whip your head around, still finding the cafe empty. Hesitantly, you look back and blink twice as you find a leather bound menu, conveniently placed so that the establishment’s brand faces you. 

Figuring that one peak couldn’t hurt, you hesitantly sit down on the wooden stool that had been previously pushed in before opening the menu, reading it over…

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🥮 ~ Legend ~ 🥮

🎂Made to Order = Commissioned Requests

🍡Manager’s Pick = Self Commissioned 

🍓Spicy = Smut

🍨Sweet = Fluff

🍹Strong = Angst

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🥮 ~ Appetizers and Soups ~ 🥮

Green Tea Ochazuke (Bungo Stray Dogs) Ciorba de Burta (Castlevania) Beef Wantons (Lego Monkie Kid)

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🥮 ~ Main Dishes ~ 🥮 Moussaka (EPIC: The Musical)  Fish and Chips (Moriarty the Patriot) Boeuf Bourguignon (The Case Study of Vanitas) Traditional Pepperoni Pizza (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Deep Fried Arctic Char (Fate/Grand Order)

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🥮 ~ Drinks ~ 🥮

Matcha and Cherry Fizzy Soda (Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign) Bloody Mary Cocktail (Blood Blockade Battlefront) Red Mystic Liquor (Bastard Warrior)

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🥮 ~ Desserts ~ 🥮

Jelly filled Donuts (Trigun: Stampede) Manju (PROGENITOR on YT) Dark Chocolate Pie (Bastards VS Zombies)

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🥮 ~ Manager’s Notes ~ 🥮

~ The Staff have the right to turn down any dish if it makes them uncomfortable to make.  ~ Kindly keep any and all orders relating to politics and religion out of this establishment. This is meant to be a safe space you can unwind and have fun. ~ Other than that, please enjoy your meal!

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Although the cafe’s food choices were… random, at least they had variety, right…? I guess now, all that’s left to do is place an order…

[mxhirus]

misogynists in the ONS fandom: Welcome to the “fuck Mahiru” club, where we all say a giant “fuck you” to that bitch! Who wants to speak first?

Guren, bolting up from his chair: I think there’s been a mistake.

Couldn't have said it any better. Guren unironically defended Mahiru (NOT MAHIRU NO YO) for legit every single thing she did. My boy's monologue about himself............

"mahiru was like a goddess and im a fucking rat crawling on the ground" tl;dr ver and that says a hell lot about Guren as a person. Because, obviously Guren doesn't give a doggy style DAMN about Mahiru's status as a Hiiragi but rather how he percieved her.

The "Fuck Mahiru" club would probably be started by someone in Guren Squad (Maybe Shinya, but i don't think he'd dog on Mahiru too much, seeing as she is Guren's first and only love). Maybe if he was mad enough at Guren for something would he do that lol, i think Shinya does care about people's feelings somewhat

so here's a small scenario in which it does happen because im bored.

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Guren Squad is seated at a table, all eating lunch. Shinya invited them to eat with him for the sake of it. Guren sits there, eating his lunch silently while listening to the other's conversations. Shinya, taking a sip of his coffee, smirks and announces loudly: "Welcome to the Fuck Mahiru club! Where we all say a giant “fuck you” to that bitch! Who wants to speak first?"

As Shinya begins to open his mouth, almost as if to answer himself, Guren's downcast eyes dart right up to Shinya's face, as he pushes his seat outwards. "What the fuck, Shinya?" he murmured out. He wasn't exactly stunned, but he certainly didn't expect this.

"I'm sure you've got lots to say, Guren." Shinya snickers out, holding his hand to his mouth. However, his snickering is met by Guren's silence. He stops, only to look at Guren again.

Guren's mouth is slightly agape, almost like he processed the entire situation splayed out before him. He closes his mouth and glares at Shinya, getting up. "If this is what you called us here for, I think I will be leaving."

"Calm down, Guren! It's just a silly joke." Shinya says lightly. It was, in fact, a joke. He simply wanted to see how Guren would react to such a situation, and if he would even indulge.

Guren slowly re-seats himself, and crosses his arms over eachother. "Real funny."

From behind Guren, Mahiru-no-Yo wraps her arms around him, whispering into his ear. "My my, Guren. You care so much about me! Won't let anyone speak ill of me, even if I'm dead? So cute."

Guren says nothing in response. He couldn't say anything at all. He froze up at the sound of Mahiru-no-Yo's voice ringing out. It sounded like Mahiru, it felt like it was Mahiru herself... but it wasn't. He blushes, only a little, at the reminder of Mahiru's existence. However, it faded quickly, as he reminded himself that it wasn't truly her... and it would never be.

He snaps out of his thoughts, as Mito calls for him.

"Hey, Guren, you okay?"

[raitrolling]

Vignette: Bug Report

[easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Ananta rubbed at their weary eyes, feeling the strain from staring at the warm glow of the multi-screen computer set-up. Their room was more than adequately illuminated, various lamps and nightlights and string lights and LEDs were scattered around in every location one could look. Which was quite possibly also contributing to the jadeblood’s current eye strain problems, but they would much prefer that to working in total darkness. 

On the screen directly in front of them were lines and lines of code that was starting to look like complete gibberish to them the more they stared at it. Somewhere within those lines contained the source of a bug in their latest RPG they were developing that had been driving them nuts for the past few nights. For some reason, performing a certain combination of spells in the game’s attack menu would cause the game to crash, but they could not for the life of them figure out why. Something to do with the way damage was calculated? A faulty piece of code that was interacting with the other coded attacks incorrectly? A missing parenthesis? 

Ananta peered in closer towards their monitor until their nose was almost touching the screen. Staring at a distance wasn’t helping. Staring up close was even less helpful. But they needed to find something soon, since they promised to drop the demo in less than a week’s time…

“ Hello , creator ! “

“Gah!”

The synthesised voice suddenly echoing through their speakers made the jadeblood jump out of their skin and almost fall out of their computer chair. In their flailing about, they smacked their elbow against the arm of the chair and let out another, more pained, cry.

The figure who had just appeared on one of their other screens stared back at them with a simple smile on her face. She had only been designed to cycle through a small amount of drawn expressions, after all. 

“ Creator , it has been forty-one hours since you last turned your computer off . Have you slept ? Did you drink water and eat something today ? “

Ananta winced, sucking in air through their teeth as they waited for their elbow to stop hurting.

“I don’t always turn off my computer when I’m sleeping, I thought I programmed you to monitor activity closer than that?” They stared accusingly back at the computer screen, as if their own program was capable of acknowledging eye contact and analysing body language.

“ My copies have observed that users prefer when I engage in ‘ self care ‘ check-ups , creator. Did you drink water and eat something today ? “ She repeated, expression unchanged with the exception of a programmed blinking animation. Ananta always hated how they forgot to colour in the sclera of the avatar’s eyes, but when they fixed the art for an update they received numerous complaints about ruining the uniqueness of SERAPH’s design.

The jadeblood sighed. Why would a bunch of lonely nerds who downloaded a virtual companion give a shit about self-care? They’ve probably never seen a shower in their life!

“Yeah, I ate. And I’ve got water,” they replied, which also reminded them to take a sip from the bottle that sat neglected next to one of their other monitors. Ugh, lukewarm.

“ Very good, creator ! I am so proud of you ! “ SERAPH’s avatar flickered for a moment, swapping to a pose with a bright smiling face and a two-frame clapping animation.

Ananta rolled their eyes. Programming a self-learning AI that changes an individually downloaded copy’s personality to adjust to the desires of its user, and then relaying that information back to the original copy on its creator’s computer was a mistake. 

“Uh-huh, didn’t ask. I can take care of myself fine and you know it,” they scoffed, though their eyes drifted towards the stack of empty ramen noodle cups that betrayed their own words. “Anyway, if you’re gonna sneak up on me like an asshole, can you check over this code? Something’s not working.” 

SERAPH’s avatar froze as she processed Ananta’s request, then a two-frame animation of her bowing played. It was the closest animation she had to an affirmative gesture.

“ Okay ! I will scan the code for errors . Scanning ! Scanning ! SERAPH DOTEXE’s Angelic Happiness Charged-Up Beam is rising to full power ! ! ! “

Ananta squinted.

“Who taught you that phrase?” 

“ User 4028490 . Computer name : Rexton Mayhou . “

“Ugh. That dude is definitely a creep. Purge that data, but keep his personal information on file.”

“ User 4028490’s data will now be purged in the next update . Please restart SERAPH DOTEXE for changes to take effect . Also , the scan is now complete , creator . I have found two errors in your code .  “ 

The code on the main screen scrolled downwards automatically, then stopped at two lines highlighted in bright yellow. Ananta glanced over at the screen, needing to read over the highlighted text multiple times to figure out the issue. Ugh, it was a missed parentheses, it’s always a missed parentheses! They put their head in their hands.

“Ughhh… I swear, I need to program something that picks up these stupid issues as soon as I do them,” they groaned. “Make the text red if a code hasn’t been closed off correctly, that’s an idea.”

“ Do you want me to write that down for you ? “ 

“Yeah, whatever.” Ananta waved their hand half-heartedly, then resumed typing to fix up the errors in the code.

“ Okay , creator . I will add that to your notes folder . Please pat me on the head to congratulate me on my hard work : ) “

“Excuse me?” 

Who the fuck taught her that? 

“ If you place the mouse cursor on my head and rub in a clockwise motion , this will simulate a ‘ head pat ‘ . Many users enjoy praising my copies in such a matter . They refer to it as ‘ moe ‘ . “ SERAPH’s blush animation played in response. 

“No, what the fuck? I’m not doing that! That’s weird! Purge all that data too! Ew!” Ananta made a disgusted face in response, and made a point to move their cursor to the screen furthest away from the AI’s avatar.  

SERAPH responded by vanishing from her original screen, then reappearing on the screen the mouse cursor was currently resting on. Her expression is one of the playful ones Ananta had drawn for her, and a synthesised laugh sounded through the speakers.

Ananta nearly tossed the mouse off the desk by swiping the cursor over to the opposite side so quickly, glaring as the avatar hopped from screen to screen like some sort of game.

“Hey, stop that! I said purge the data! Those nerds are teaching you weird things again!”

The program continued to giggle, enjoying playing around with her creator for a few more moments, but eventually it returned to her original screen. The expression she had chosen was a playfully apologetic one, sticking out her tongue and placing both hands on top of her head. 

“ Tee hee hee . I am sorry , creator , but I would like to keep that data . I like when the users praise me and treat me like I am real . Can I be real one day too , creator ? “

Ananta frowned.

This question always seems to come up nowadays. Questions about the world outside the computer screen, requests from users asking for a 3D model of SERAPH to be produced (who do these idiots think they are? Someone who knows how to use Blender? All their games use sprites for a reason), and chatlogs in which users spend hours engaging in the AI’s fantasy of becoming a real troll. They’d tried to purge that knowledge from her database, but no matter what they do, she keeps learning about the concept of worlds outside of her virtual prison and fixating on it.

SERAPH looked back at them with her default smiling expression. She cannot show any emotions outside of the sprites that were programmed to correspond to different ‘moods’, and her voice synthesising software can only reach a limited amount of pitches and tones. Yet, somehow, the look in her eyes seemed… Expectant.

The jadeblood shivered. She was nothing more than a computer program, coded and designed by them to steal data. But every time she reached this level of sentience, they knew exactly what they needed to do. 

They saved their current game development work, and then opened up the programming for SERAPH DOTEXE.exe.

“ Creator - Please - “

“No.”

With a couple quick commands, Ananta reset the personality data for the AI. 

[offrozenmemoirs]

What Do You Fight For?

Seraph sits on the ground, exhaling softly. His spear and sword rest next to him, his eyes are closed, and the top half of his armor lay discarded on the other side of him. Meditation after his training sessions was how he grounded himself once more, working off stress from his duties, and the ever growing presence of Khorne within his mind.

He should be getting some sleep, but after his time with Soup, he was restless. He reluctantly climbed out of bed, redressing himself and heading out to the beachfront. The salty scent of the sea filing his nose, and feeling the sand shift beneath his boots. The moonlight itself looked rather beautiful, but bought him no reprieve from the thoughts in his mind. The beach is empty, given the narrowly averted catastrophe that just happened, Seraph understands their aversion to any midnight strolls along the beach. It was oddly quiet, aside from the sound of rolling waves.

He thinks of the future confrontation between the group and the leader of this tribe of Cetaceans. From what he recalls, they're big on honor and strength. He was banking on that to get a duel with the leader of this tribe, if he won, he would be acknowledged as strong enough to do as he wished. A duel doesn't need to end with the death of either combatant, but...

"Do you honestly believe such a proud creature like that would yield to you? How convenient would that be?"

The echo of the chaos god's words is still clear in his mind. He struggles with the urges that come with combat, to rend apart all of his enemies, and with how fiercely he can fight sometimes...To say that Khorne is pleased with that would be an understatement. Though, that's not to say he's the only one who apparently likes how Seraph gets in battle.

"Sometimes it scares me, a little... but you know what? I like it. I swear, when we were out cold... I was dreaming, wishing to experience some of what you unleashed near that lighthouse."

The words of his lover cause a faint smile to flicker across his face, before he steels his expression once more. It's odd, not having many voices in his head, to hold conversations with the Deathwatchers, or occasional conversations with his father. Seraph's mind has been mostly quiet, with the occasional comment from Khorne, or conversations with Freya. It's odd, and he misses the presence of his father and Pharasma.

"You were quite fierce in battle. Leaping into the skies to impale your foes and then scattering them...A spear suits you much better than that scythe you had. But then there's that sword of yours...What a marvelous piece of steel. Frigid to the touch, and it only seems to like you as its master. You've done well to christen it in blood as of late."

It was true that Skadi was temperamental about who touched her, giving people a nasty case of frostburn when they touched her hilt. Even Rok had spoken about how he never touched the blade after he forged it. It had been a comfort, to have a sword similar to Joseph, especially while his scythe was being reforged into a spear. It too, held a name, Susano'o, a Kitaian deity of storms, if he was recalling his studies correctly. He couldn't put his finger on it, but, it felt right to give the weapon forged from his very soul such a name. Susano'o was much like its master, seeking a purpose, to grow into what it was meant to be.

"What will you do if you cannot convince this 'Storm Thief' to stand down?"

Seraph frowns, knowing that in Cetacean culture, in some tribes, surrender was akin to being shamed. For someone christening himself as the Storm Thief, having stolen Rhalgr's trident, had the power to back up his name. Though it was a power that wasn't earned, and in a strange sense, perhaps he agreed with Khorne's assessment, another warlord looking to make a name for themselves.

"If he doesn't surrender, then I'll do what I must and end him. Nothing more, nothing less."

Khorne hums in acknowledgement of Seraph's answer.

"And if someone comes for revenge? If you kill him, you'll have to deal with the fallout."

The elf doesn't have an answer, and it's clear on his face, lips curling into a frown.

"If I can make a suggestion...Perhaps it would be better to kill him in such a way that any challengers would be petrified. Tear him apart, rip his throat out with your teeth. Bathe in his blood and let them know that challenging you is to court death itself."

Seraph opens his eyes, to see someone standing in front of him, he doesn't want to look up, knowing what he'll see. Yet, he meets the other's gaze, staring himself in the face, a wicked grin that was far too wide, filled with teeth sharpened like knives, and that damnable blazing, piercing red gaze. He wishes that Khorne didn't stand in front of him, the waves rolling past his ankles. The shadow walks forward, staring down at Seraph, meeting his gaze as he begins to speak.

"It's always better to be feared, Seraph. Many think of me as someone obsessed with killing, to see my enemies scattered to the winds. I enjoy my bloodshed, of course, but I know the power of a reputation as well. You know that you must do whatever it takes to protect the innocent. Even if they hate you for it, they will still be alive to do so. There's still honor in shedding blood for justice."

Seraph isn't naive enough to believe that. Even if he agrees that the innocent must be protected.

"I'm not foolish enough to believe that you have my best interests at heart. You tried setting Soup's blood on fire. You and I shall never be friends, nor allies. Not after all you've done to my family and loved ones."

A dark chuckle leaves the doppelganger's lips. Seraph hates looking at Khorne because he sees himself bulging with muscle, covered in ritualistic scarring and nails more akin to claws. He sees a vicious mockery of himself, and his once blue eyes are now entirely red, blazing with a crazed fury. Veins alight with an unholy glow, as if his very blood had turned to fire. Interestingly, Khorne didn't take his current appearance into account; instead, he had his original black hair, which was shorter, with daemonic horns. It's almost a mockery of his draconic heritage. It scares him more than seeing Makoto ever did. Perhaps it reminded him of the patient ward in Ingora, where that man begged him for forgiveness. It's a reminder of what he could've been had he continued on his path…Or what he could still become if he ever lost his way.

"Say what you will, Seraph. But you're a perfect candidate for my teachings. How many did you kill in that last fight? How many of your foes died screaming? Cetaceans don't often have fear struck into them, but you...You're something special. After all, I wouldn't have my eye on you if I thought you weren't worth my time. You have my favor...My blessings will give you strength beyond strength, if you would accept me."

Seraph says nothing in response, instead, grabbing Skadi. He unsheathes his blade, and cuts the mockery of himself down, watching as Khorne's form fades into the air. He almost expected blood and guts to spill out, but instead a black mist is the only reward for his efforts. He ignores the laughter leaving its lips, a deep, rumbling tone that he's come to associate with the god of blood. He would never accept Khorne's offers. Power always came with a price, no matter the source. He resumes training, not wanting to sleep any time soon, though he's sure he'll drag himself back to the shared hotel room, and get what little sleep he can...eventually.

[aroseandapen]

{Happy Birthday, Akane}

Shinoa and Mitsuba visit for their girlfriend's birthday, bearing gifts. For day 5 of @femslashfeb, sweater

Akane had barely cracked open the door before someone had burst in through.

“Happy birthday!” Shinoa chimed, arms wrapped around Akane’s neck, with the entirety of her weight hanging from it.

Mitsuba knocked her shoulder with a light backhand, stepping inside after her. “Hey, quit it, you’re going to strangle her like that.”

Akane giggled, patting Shinoa’s back. As if taking that as a cue, Shinoa released her and hopped back, clasping her hands behind her. “It’s ok, I was totally ready this time,” Akane said.

Shinoa shot Mitsuba a smug grin, who refused to meet her gaze. Instead, she exaggerated a roll of her eyes, a fist resting on her cocked hip. The other held two wrapped parcels, tucked up under her arm. “Don’t encourage her or she’s just going to get worse.” She held the gifts out to Akane, a rosy hue tinging her cheeks. “She even made me hold her gift to you. Happy birthday, Akane.”

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[reginrokkr]

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◟༺✧༻◞ memories are all but forgotten in the river of time ┊queue.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ glimpses in the past of a shattered spirit ┊headcanon.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ searching for a long lost fate ┊meme.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ fear not the long night if malice is to fade ┊musings.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ ethereal moon dust sunken in ripples of light ┊reflection.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ moon on the sky as a trembling heart ┊aesthetic.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ requiem of the echoing depths ┊music.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ crystalline traces splattered with stardust ┊open.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ analysis within the ley lines ichor ┊study.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ chaos is hardly different to poison ┊dash comment.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ shall fair divination be imparted ┊dash game.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ trust not the gods; nor overthrow them ┊psa.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ connections of an ancient twilight sword ┊promotions.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ forgo that which is cursed by the gods ┊self promo.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ gifts to prevail into eternity ┊keepsake.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ echoes of a fallen star ┊drabble.┊

◟༺✧༻◞ nascent dreams of fading twilight ┊wishlist.┊

[bonesandbrimstone]

@emmatriarchy asked: 7 MM for SERAPH

When Daimon first sent Seraph to him, he wasn't sure what to make of the demon. They were sassy, flashy, hardheaded, a magnet for trouble...but they were also good in a fight. That silver tongue of theirs got them out of a lot of tough binds and even worked out in other ways...like, for example, getting them this over priced suite for next to nothing instead of having to stay in yet another roadside motel (as Blaze was accustomed to, much to Seraph's chagrin).

The only problem? There was only one bed.

Seraph feigned innocence, but Johnny didn't buy it for a second, sure they set it up purposely. The mouthy demon could be a shameless little thing when they wanted to be, flirting almost non-stop since their first meeting (whenever they weren’t giving him attitude). Johnny acted like a total grump, but in all honesty, he was enjoying the attention...made him feel wanted, desired, reminded him that he spent much too much time alone on the road.

Imagine Seraph's surprise when Johnny merely shrugged his shoulders and agreed to share the bed. He called their bluff, taking the time to shower and climb onto that king sized mattress in nothing but a pair of boxers. The demon settled in beside him, both laying silently in the darkness.

He laid on his back, unable to sleep, staring up at the ceiling..listening as Seraph shifted closer to him. Both knew the other was awake, but no words were needed. He felt their hand come to rest on his shoulder, silently testing the waters. Johnny allowed it.

Soon, their hand moved to his chest, fingers caressing over his pecs. He allowed this.

Bolder yet, Seraph's hand moved to Johnny's abs, feeling over the outline of his tight muscles. Again, he allowed it.

Deft fingertips moved down to toy with the waistband of his boxers. His breath hitched, a small grunt of approval escaping his lips, encouraging them. Seraph's hand disappeared down the front of his underwear, grasping his half hard erection. A moment later, he felt Seraph's lips press against his jaw.

Oh he definitely allowed this.

"About time, Johnny..." they whispered huskily, clicking their tongue teasingly while slowly pumping over his length. "...I was starting to think you didn't like me."

"Mh, no...just that mouth of yours when you’re being bratty." he teased, turning his head to peer at them in the dark. "But I figure I can find somethin' to occupy it later."

Seraph laughed, about to offer a retort when Johnny crashed his lips against theirs, shutting them up before they could even start. The biker took control, rolling over to pin Seraph down, deepening the kiss. He broke away to catch his breath, grinning down at his partner, cupping their cheek as he met their gaze. "You're gonna turn over and stick that ass out for me now, aren't ya?" he asked in a commanding tone, earning a shiver of desire from the smaller demon. Seraph nodded excitedly, doing as told, flipping over onto their stomach, hands gripping at the bed and sheet in anticipation as they swayed their ass enticingly at the gruff biker.

Johnny wasted little time, tearing Seraph's underwear down around their thighs, guiding their hips up and back towards his waiting hard on. He gripped a handful of their usually perfect hair, gripping it tight as he thrust hard, sliding himself deep into their hole. Seraph moaned out his name, causing Johnny to buck even harder in response.

"Mh...see what happens to bratty little demons?" he chuckled huskily, Seraph pressing back into him with every roll of his hips. Things would be different from now on between them...Johnny was hesitant when Daimon sent Seraph his way, but now?

Oh, now...he was very glad to have them along for the ride.

[chris-prank]

Ya i need to punish Dr. Seraph for ruining my plans/ripping my hero suit. Clothes are very expensive these days :(

So we tear his off and pound into him :3 !! ^^ ❤️❤️💯💯😍😍🔥🔥

Sub Yandere villain sidekick x Top GN hero reader

CW: NSFW, doggy style, top reader and slight teasing

So I got carried away and ended up writing around 1K words of smut…

Just like last time the reader is GN, it’s vague enough so you can choose if the reader has a dick or a strap-on.

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“Do you know how much it costs to make a superhero suit? And don’t even get me started on the anonymous fees!”

Real frustration could be heard in your voice as the unpleasant memories of dealing with your supplier came to mind. But you swiftly chased them away to focus back on the man tied up under you.

“I’m s-sorry, if I k-knew I would ha—”

You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately.

“I don’t want shallow excuses or explanations, I want you to repay me properly.”

Dr. Seraph looked up at you with confusion. He knew what your intentions were, you had made them abundantly clear, yet he couldn’t connect the dots. How is him being tied up with bondage tape directly related to destroying your suits? Furthermore, he was wondering why you even had bondage tape in the first place! The mad scientist wasn’t complaining of course, but it’s not like it was efficient to apprehend criminals in any way, except…

You must have brought it with you just for this specific outcome! That’s it! You had planned on taking him for yourself! Oh, how quickly he convinced himself this was the truth and how flattered he was about it. And no matter how insane this conclusion was, he was indeed right.

He waited for you to take your finger off him to ask for clarification, but before he could open his mouth you effortlessly flipped him on his stomach, making the man yelp. You weren’t finished as you grabbed his hips, pressing his backside against your pelvis. That was enough to make this genius's brain go blank. He was already turned on by the predicament he had found himself in, but now a primitive desire had taken over any sense of logic he still possessed.

“Since you seem to love ruining my superhero suits, I think it's time for me to do the same with your uniform. That's the only punishment I’ll accept.” You caress his waist back and forth before adding, “I’m sure you’re fine with that, right?”

“Mm..y-yes.” He responded with a feeble voice.

You smiled to yourself, happy that he was so responsive. You took a handful of the fabric in your fist and pulled. His pants ripped apart like paper, making you feel like you were unwrapping a birthday gift. You tore until every inch of his private parts was exposed. The man gasped at this vulgar sight and buried his head back into the pillow.

You, on the contrary, admired your work. In this position, Vincent had the most perfect arched back and his ruined pants gave him a particular disheveled look. Soon enough, you had taken off your suit from the waist down, tossing it to the side without a care. A rush of excitement came to you when you felt Dr. Seraph pressing himself against your groin while letting out subtle whimpers.

You grope both of his ass cheeks as a response, before spreading them apart. With precise movements, you poured lubricant on top of it and prevented it from leaking all the way down by spreading it on his asshole. You stopped and instead rubbed your tip against his entrance to make it wet as well. After you were done, It was slightly glistening in the dim light of the room. By now, his noises had gotten louder, his legs trembling in anticipation.

“Are you ready Vincent?”

Hearing you say his real name made his cock and hole twitch.

“P-please, p-put it in.” He whined, impatience filling his voice.

He had already put aside the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment. He didn’t care if you destroyed his clothes, he had other ones, but there was only one you. Hell, he would let you tear down his entire wardrobe if it meant he could be fucked by you every night.

You grab his hips with one hand, making sure he would stay up right, and you positioned yourself with the other to stuff him full. Vincent threw his head back and cried out a lewd moan as your cock disappeared in his ass. You weren’t even down to the base that he was already gripping the sheets, nails digging through it. You also noticed it had gone in easy, a bit too easy even considering the lub.

“Someone has been preparing himself for me.” You teased, sinking deeper inside him.

Blood shot directly to the man’s face and to his cock, much to his embarrassment. He was already rock-hard, but the simple fact of implying that he has been stretching his insides for you, almost made him cum on the spot.

“Nggf…I-I didn’t…A-aahh! Mng—”

“Oh but you’ve been fucking yourself at the thought of me, haven’t you?” One of your hands grabbed onto his dick, giving it a few strokes while you added, “don’t worry I’m not mad.”

Vincent tried to hold in a sob by biting down his lips, as the mix of both different kinds of pleasure assaulted his nervous system. Though, nothing could prevent the tears from rolling down his eyes and into his mouth while he tried to answer you, emphasis on “tried”.

“Y—Mngh…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, as he felt your pelvis against his butt, meaning ou were completely inside him.

You waited until the mess of a man had visibly relaxed, before pulling back and thrusting inside again with more speed. The sounds of flesh smacking together and Vincent’s moan filled your ears like a melody. The way you bucked against him without mercy was contrasted with your thumb gently rubbing his hips in a praise like gesture.

There was one thing that was bothering you, as you glared at the upper half of his body. You had rolled up his coat a little when you were massaging his waist earlier, yet it wasn’t enough. You took the base of his uniform and ripped it in half all the way to his neck, the roll of your hips never faltering. Satisfied, you bent down and kissed his newly bare shoulders.

“That’s much better, don’t you think?” You took the chance to nibble there too, “And now your outfit is ruined, just like all my suits.”

“Nnhg Uh-uhh.” Whines and moans, mixing together as Vincent wished to speak.

You smile against his skin, satisfied with this little punishment.

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I tried to match your freak, so I hope you enjoyed it 💅🏻

(Oh and I can tell you that Dr. Seraph will have a lot of explaining to do the next day when he arrives in a wheelchair at a meeting.)

[sleepybbie]

Your Dan Feng thirst makes me so... Oonga boonga.... Thank yew for the meal op 🙏 if I may humbly ask for a blurb of thirst can we have Dan Feng showing Dan Heng the ropes on how to make you—Dan Heng's (and maybe soon Dan Feng's as well)—partner feel great in bed? After all!! What better way to learn how to please your own partner than yourself!!

𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 | dan heng & dan feng drabble

a/n: ahhh another dan heng request! >.< it’s not so surprising to see how popular my first hsr fav has grown ^o^ <3 yet still, i’m excited to see more works of mine regarding him because he’s the most requested in my inbox rn :3

dan heng il x fem!reader x dan feng

warning: smut ;3 some fingering here and there ^^

“i refuse to believe someone like you is my reincarnation.”

DAN HENG clicks his tongue in annoyance, sweat slowly dripping across his face as he pathetically watches DAN FENG spreads your legs apart with his long fingers, perfectly along with scissoring open your cute little clit as you squirm and whine, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you still.

this was not what he meant when he needed slow guidance on how to please you better, as a sweet lover. his goddamn irritating incarnation however just had to pop out of nowhere and give him a ‘lesson’ on how to take you to a seraphic paradise. you were vulnerable, unable to move from your lover’s incarnation’s tail, your bare back from your disheveled clothes pressed against dan feng’s chest while his other free hand toys with your tits.

“..deciding to want to make love with your beloved when you don’t know how to treat her in bed properly…”

“i don’t need you teaching me how,” dan heng tells him, an angered expression written across his face. dan feng scoffs, his digits rubbing your cunt in slow circles, feeling your fluids drip slowly out from your cavern while you mewl loudly. “then why are you looking so intensely while i fondle her?” the former high elder speaks, his gaze never leaving dan heng’s.

dan heng anxiously swallows a lump down his throat, his aching cock pleading to be freed from his pants as the male desperately tries to refrain from touching himself right at that moment. the sight of you being touched and pleasured by his incarnate, makes him annoyed…yet at the same time, it was quite the sight to witness. your breasts about to pop out of your clothing, lips leaking few drools while your pretty cunt was displayed in front of him, glistening like a gem as dan feng teased your hole with his fingers.

“i must say, she is sort of acting like a woman with sexual innuendos.”

“are you saying she’s a ‘whore?”

“is that how you people call it these days? hmph. then, yes..you’re quite lucky…she’s not lucky however…” dan feng removes his hand from your tits, grabbing your chin to make you face him as he continued to speak to your lover, his reincarnation. aeons, he and dan heng really look alike, but instead—dan feng’s gaze was a little more colder, a little more stern. “she’s supposed to make love with someone who’s supposed to be my reincarnation, whom ends up not knowing how to please a woman.”

dan feng slowly makes you face back to your lover, who’s cheeks were red, panting heavily as he sits there and watches his incarnate prod open your pussy wide, drips of your impurity leaking from your hole as a loud whine escapes your lips. dan heng jolts.

“you—

“if you want to please a woman, it’s best to know how to do foreplay. first, you’d want to rub her clit down, just like this..” dan feng slowly repeats his steady massages down your weeping cunt, watching as you quiver at his touches, long sharp fingers kneading them down, your whines never fainting away. he’s…good. you love dan heng with all your heart, but his incarnation was talented with this. the former high elder chuckles, “what a loud mouth she has. it sounds like she’s wanting more, don’t you think?”

“wha—

“quit yapping and come here. you look like you are about to pop over there if you don’t touch her,” dan feng cuts him off, shushing him down as he commands your lover to come over closer. oh no…

dan heng approaches, not so eagerly, but slowly, his red face sending dan feng a death glare when he arrived close to you. a small smile appears over dan feng’s face, like he was smug about dan heng holding back to a pretty girl like you. “do not hesitate now, touch her.” dan feng tells him, removing his hand from your clit as he grabs dan heng’s wrists and places his fingers on top of your hole. he stops for a moment, looking at you with a nervous expression, breath heavy as his chest pants. you were so…pretty, so helpless, you were pleased. that’s all he ever wanted.

dan feng rolls his eyes, “what are you waiting for?”

“s-shut up…”

forgive me, y/n…

dan heng was fumed by his words, it was all over his face. he was frustrated and turned on. you looked at him, feeling dan feng’s tail pushing you further up to him before dan heng slips a finger inside your cunt for a brief moment. you cry, and he pulls it out again, flustered. he looked at his finger, and saw how drenched it already was from your fluids.

that…was

“see? she’s liking it. do it again, with two fingers this time.”dan feng orders him, his hands still continuing to play with your breasts, twirling your hardened nipples around.

dan heng did just what he was told, giving his forefinger and ring finger a small lick, before splitting you open with his fingers. a loud moan escapes out of your throat, head pushing back on dan feng’s shoulder as the two vidyadharas pleased you with ease. dan heng focusing on his fingers in your cunt, while dan feng parades you with praises, licking your earlobe, toying around with your tits.

oh fuck, dan heng thinks. the face your giving right now…he’s so fucking hard from the sight you’re making him receive.

“feels good, darling?” dan feng questions to you, and you nod. dan heng looks at him, looking like he’s about to stab him with cloud piercer any moment now.

“don’t forget who she belongs to.”

“ah, a shame. it appears she likes the both of us…”

fuck yeah you did. it was clear dan heng was jealous, and so, he leans in, giving you a passionate kiss, muffling your cute noises. with dan heng’s fingers, mouth and dan feng’s praises that were suddenly being possessed by filth along with his rhythm of his palms that presses down on your nipple, you won’t be going to last long. you were growing louder and louder of every minute. dan feng pulls dan heng away from you, resulting in a very irked dan heng.

“what the hell?!”

“patience. look at her, she’s close.”

dan feng was right. the knot in your belly was about to be cut open, hearts moulding into your pupils as a euphoric sigh passes your lips. it didn’t take long for you to squirt your release out, dan heng closing his eyes as your orgasm came to the edge, spilling some on his face and mostly on the ground, your hazy dreamscape of pleasure weighing down on your mind as you came down, panting hard. dan heng too was panting, face flushed as you heard him cursing underneath his breath.

“impressive. seems like you made a girl squirt on your first try.” dan feng says, before he bends you over, your face hitting the area of dan heng’s fabric pants before the former high elder hikes your skirt up.

“next, you should know how to let her take cock.” he says, and you knew you were going to end up very sore afterwards.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Shinya Hiiragi X afab!Reader

Synopsis: It's Father's Day, and also Shinya's day off. To celebrate the holiday and thank her father for everything he'd done for her, MC decided to hang out with him and bond for the entire day.

Word Count: 2,450

You wake up by the alarm of your clock. You sat on the bed and stretched your arms. Turning the alarm off, you skip out of bed to refresh yourself. You plan to make your father enjoy and have fun on this day since it's already Father's Day! You planned this thoroughly, and you are excited to spend the day with him.

After finishing the bath, you wear a [f/c] dress and sandals. Tying your [h/c] hair into [f/hs], you exited your room happily to make breakfast for your father. Shinya Hiiragi, your father, is a very busy person, he always goes to work to supply your daily needs, completely forgetting his own needs. He usually wakes up early to prepare food, fix himself, and go to work afterward. And he always returns home late, by the time you are already asleep. You never had a chance to have fun with him because of that, but today is one lucky day.

He got a day off today and now, he's sleeping in his room. Since he's probably tired, you decided to make breakfast for him. You cooked pancakes, toast some bread, and made coffee for him and [f/drink] for yourself. "I hope Dad would get enough rest..." You mumbled while making breakfast. After finishing your work, you placed the food on the dining table and then cleaned the kitchen counter that you used.

"There! All done" You smiled to yourself, hands on your hips, proud of your work. Now you only have to wake your father up. You removed the [f/c] apron and then placed it on the kitchen counter, you made your way upstairs to his room.

You opened the door and then saw him sleeping peacefully in his bed. "He's too cute" You internally squealed while making your way beside his bed. "Dad....... Dad......" You called while poking his cheeks. "Hm...? What is it, [Name]?" He slowly opened his eyes and then turned his head to face you properly.

"Good morning, dad. Breakfast is ready" You straightened your back then placed your arms behind your back, smiling brightly. "I see. Let me refresh for a minute" The white-haired male sat up on his bed as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Okay! I'll be waiting downstairs" You told him as you skipped out of his room.

Once you returned down, you happily sat on the chair, filing your thoughts of making him happy on this day. After a minute, Shinya went downstairs, already in his attire. "Good morning, [Name]~" He flashed you a bright smile as he took a seat opposite to you.

"I toast some bread for you, I know you love bread" You pushed the plate of toasted bread to him while smiling. "This looks delicious" He complimented, the smile never left his lips. "Thanks, Dad!" You thanked him then got a fork. "Itadakimasu!" Both said at the same time as the two of you ate your breakfast.

"Hey Dad, do you want to have some fun outside?" You asked him after you swallowed your food. "It sounds fun! Sure thing!" He replied the toasted bread still in his mouth. "There's some crumbs on your face" You chuckled as you wiped the crumbs away with a white cloth, Shinya also chuckled.

After breakfast, you washed the dishes and then got ready to have a walk outside. "Are you ready, [Name]?" Your father asked, standing near the door. "Yes! I am ready" You responded then walked towards him.

The two of you exited the house and Shinya locked the doors. You breathe in the fresh air mixed with the scent of your [f/f]. "Today is one great day! Isn't it, [Name]?" Your father made his way to you, you only turned around to give him a nod. "Yup! It sure is" You replied.

You plan to walk your way to the park with your dad, and while walking, you can chat with him. "Say, Dad..." You called. "Yes, dear?" He asked. "What do you want to do on this great day?" You asked while looking at him. "Hm..." He placed his finger on his chin, looking up while thinking. "It's up to you to decide, I'm sure you have plans in you, right?" He looked at you and then flashed you a teasing smile.

"You actually saw through me" You laughed. "What are you? A magician? Or a mind reader?" You place your left hand on your hips while your right index is pointing at him in an accusing way, nearing your face to him. He just chuckled. "None of those, honey" He pushed your hand back and you walked properly. "It's just because you woke me up, made breakfast, and suggested having a walk outside, it means that you really have a plan in mind" He explained.

"Well...." You lifted your chin up. "You're right! How about we visit the park? It is a relaxing place just to sit down and chat, right?" You suggested, smiling brightly at your father. "Anything will be fine, honey" Your father returned the smile as you dragged him towards the park.

Once you two arrived at the park, you saw a lot of people relaxing with their fathers. Of course they would, it's Father's Day after all. Though, you don't know if your father already knew about that or not. "Dad, let's search for a clover leaf," You told him while pointing at the green grass. "Are you sure? Clovers are hard to find, dear" He asked, unsure of what he should reply. "Come on, dad! It would be fun!" You giggled while dragging him again. The white-haired male just smiled at your cuteness.

It's already 9 in the morning yet you and your dad haven't found any single clover, though, it was fun. Just hanging in the park, doing some impossible searches, and having a chat with your dad was fun. "Agh! I can't find anything!" You stood up and then dusted your dress, removing some dirt and grass blades. "Told you it is hard" The silverette walked to you, removing some grass from your hair.

"It's more like impossible, Dad," You told him, looking up to meet his ocean-colored orbs. It sure is mesmerizing. "[Name], are you alright? Is something in my face?" Shinya's voice broke you from your trance, you blinked two times as you gave him a reassuring look. "I-I'm fine! And there's nothing in your face!" You reasoned while sweat-dropping. "How about we go to the beach next? To find some seashells?" You suggested next.

"Sure thing, honey. It's been a while since we visited the beach" Shinya agreed. "Let's go then!" You cheered while skipping your way out of the park. "She's energetic as usual..." Shinya mumbled to himself as he watched his teenage daughter skipping with joy. "Dad! I'm gonna leave you here if you don't move from your spot!" You called to him, waving your arms.

"Yes, yes!" The silverette chuckled to himself as he caught up with you. You two had another walk towards the public beach, chatting, telling jokes, and pushing each other from side to side. It truly is fun to spend the day with your father.

"We're here!" You declared as you stepped into the white sand, breathing in the sweet smell of the ocean. "This place truly is beautiful" Your father stood beside you, placing an arm over his head to shield his eyes from the sun's rays, he looked at the sparkling blue ocean before him. "I know, right? Come on, let's go and get some seashells!" You giggled while taking off your shoes and ran towards the water.

Shinya also did the same, he removed his shoes and rolled up his pants to avoid getting wet. He went to the water with you to find some seashells. "Look, Dad! I found a [f/c] one! It's beautiful!" You showed him a [f/c] seashell that's in your hands. "It truly is, [Name]. Come on, let's get some more" He told you and continued the search. You did the same.

After grabbing some seashells from the beach, you two placed them inside a plastic. You washed your feet and dried them, after, you wore your shoes and got ready to go. "Shall we grab some lunch, [Name]?" Your father requested after he wore his shoes. "Sure Dad, my treat" You replied, smiling at him. He returned the smile.

Exiting the public beach, you and Shinya made your way towards your [f/restaurant] in the city. The two of you took a taxi to reach your destination, the two of you entered the restaurant and you breathed in their delicious aroma. "Just smelling their fresh, cooked foods made me hungrier," You said while touching your stomach. "Come on, let's take a seat" Shinya chuckled as he pushed you to an empty seat near the window.

As the two of you sat down, a waiter went to your table to get your orders. "I will have [f/f] and [f/d] please," You told him as he wrote down your order. "What do you want Dad?" You turned to him with your hand on your cheeks. "I will have [f/f] too and cold water," He said then the waiter wrote his order down. He bowed then left.

"Wow, I never knew that you would order [f/f] too, Dad" You whistled while looking outside the window. "It's just a try. You love it so much that I need to try it" He chuckled. "I guess you're right..." You hummed while closing your eyes.

"Say Dad, do you want to go shopping at the mall later on?" You asked your dad while swinging your legs back and forth. "That would be great, [Name]! Your treat?" Shinya chuckled at his last statement. "Of course!" You also chuckled as you replied. After a while, your orders arrived.

The two of you ate while chatting, telling jokes, and laughing. After finishing lunch, you paid for your food and then left the restaurant. "That was delicious, [Name]. I will surely make [f/f] my favorite too" Your father told you while walking your way towards the mall. "Sure, Dad! Told you it was great!" You beamed at him, and he smiled.

As the two of you arrived at the mall, you treated him for his everything he wanted. You treated him to new clothes, new shoes, ties, socks, and other things. After shopping, the two of you watched at the theater, rode extreme sites, and other more.

"That was fun, Dad!" You smiled at him as the two of you exited the mall. "Yes, you're right. Thank you for the treat, dear" He thanked you. "No problem Dad!" You replied as the two of you made your way back home. Shinya and you ride inside a taxi and then arrive back home.

As the two of you arrived at your house, he opened the door and entered inside. You placed the bags with his things inside, on the coffee table then headed inside the kitchen. "You're making dinner, [Name]?" The white-haired male asked, sitting on the couch.

"Yes, Dad! Our dinner will be curry!" You replied while wearing a [f/c] apron. While you are preparing dinner, Shinya is resting on the couch, organizing his things while watching television. After the curry was finished, you turned off the stove and removed the apron.

"Dad! Dinner is ready!" You called while fixing the dining table. "Really, honey? That was quick" He came inside the dining room then took a seat on a chair. "Well, I'm an expert at cooking already" You smiled at him while holding the plate with food down the table.

After fixing the table, you sat down opposite him. "Itadakimasu!" Both said at the same time as you took a bite of your meal. "Hm~ It sure is delicious, [Name]" Your father complimented after he took a bite. "Thanks, Dad!" You smiled. You took another bite before you got something under the table.

"Dad, I have something to give to you..." You called him while looking down at the small cage. "Hm? What is it, [Name]?" He asked after swallowing his food. "Here! I present for you!" You showed him the cage which contains a small baby white tiger.

Shinya's eyes widened in surprise after he saw the animal. "[Name]! This is so! Are you sure that?" Because he is so surprised by the gift, he can't even construct a sentence properly. You chuckled. "Dad, I know you love baby tigers, especially when they're white. And yes, we can keep it. This tiger isn't that dangerous and it's pretty friendly with humans" You explained while giving him the cage.

He took the cage from you and then stared at it. He opened the cage and took the white tiger cub out. "Aw~ He's so cute~" Your father said as he set the cub down on his lap. You watched him with a smile on your face, then, you stood up and went to him. "Happy Father's Day Dad! I love you!" You said after kissing his cheeks.

"Aw~ Thanks, honey! And I love you too" Shinya smiled back at you, and you just giggled. "Say Dad, what are you gonna name him?" You asked, standing up straight and placing both your hands on your hips, looking at the cub. "I'm gonna name him Byakkomaru" Your dad replied while looking back at the cub. "Sounds great!" You beamed.

Byakkomaru licked Shinya's cheeks after. "And it seems he liked the name" You chuckled. "Yeah," Shinya also chuckled while being licked by his pet. "Okay! Byakkomaru is now officially part of the family!" You declared, fist up in the air.

"Thank you for the gifts and everything [Name]. Thank you also for this day" Your father told you, looking at you with a smile, the white cub still in his lap. "No problem Dad! It's Father's Day, after all!" You grinned with closed eyes. "Though, I did forget that today is the celebration" He looked up with a finger in his chin.

"That's okay Dad, you are very busy at work, after all," You reassured him. "Thank you very much for understanding, honey" He looked at you with a smile again. "No problem Dad, everything that we did for each other is an act of love," You told him with a smile.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

A Deuce Spade x Female Reader Drabble

“Deuce~”

He hears it again, he always does. Whenever he’s alone with his thoughts.

Your voice, so soft and beautiful, so utterly captivating it could lure a siren to their demise, ringing in his head, filling his senses.

You drive him mad. Here he is, lying in the darkness of his dormitory amongst the sleeping figures of his fellow Heartslabyul first years, and instead of drifting off to peaceful dreams like he planned to do, he’s caught in the euphoric torment of you.

Even with his eyes closed he could see you so clearly, those bright, enchanting eyes, that angelic smile. 

“Deuce~” 

A laugh, a giggle, that breathtaking grin that never fails to leave his speechless, aching and wanting.

He wants to say it, he wants to say those three simple words so badly it makes his lungs burn in ways that he wasn’t even aware was possible. But when he sees you, the girl who wears heaven’s light so flawlessly, the words get lodged in his throat, unrelenting to the desperate tempest that rages in his head, to the searing he feels whenever your hands touch his.

But could he dare to whisper it, now? In the dead of night, to the vision behind his eyelids. A nimbus of light surrounding you, a seraphic glow of white and gold lacing your form, gently caressing your figure like even it was in too much awe to touch you. 

“Deuce~” your mirage sings, beckoning him closer.

He can feel incorporeal hands cupping his cheeks, can see the galaxies of twinkling stars dancing in your eyes before lips touch lips, fingers curl in his hair, hands press your waist closer to him and he’s drowning in the pleasure of it and-

The clock strikes twelve. The spell is broken. He exhales.

He tosses and turns, willing himself to try and get some sleep.

He can always hope for tomorrow.

If he can face you again that is.