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sailorstar9 · 6 months ago

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Lyney Brought Lumine and Told F/N to Learn from Her, Not to Be Like a Block of Wood

Warning: Anti-Lyney, Anti-Lumine, Angst, Modern AU

Trigger warning: Cheating

In the third year of her marriage to Lyney, he brought Lumine home.

“F/N, you should learn from these young girls.” the famous actor told F/N. “Stop being so dull like a piece of wood.”

F/N calmly shattered their wedding photo and handed him the divorce papers she had long prepared. “Lyney, let's divorce. I'll step aside and make room for her.”

All his friends predicted F/N would starve on the streets without Lyney and Lyney thought the same: once she's out there and has enough of the hardships, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Snezhevich.

But a week passed, then a month and F/N never looked back.

Lyney grew uneasy, restless and unable to find peace day or night.

One night, in the depths of his despair, he drunkenly showed up at F/N's new place, banging on the door. “F/N, you just want money. I'll give you whatever you want..”

The door opened to reveal a stranger, in a dishevelled suit.

Kinich raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. “Mr. Snezhevich, what the hell are you doing at my wife's door in the middle of the night?”

At the private club in Fontaine, Lyney had long reserved the most luxurious and secluded penthouse suite.

F/N took off her coat, draped it over her arm, steadied herself and walked forward.

The double wooden doors with intricate carvings opened and the first person F/N saw was Lyney. His silver-gray shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie was nowhere to be seen. The girl sitting on his lap was feeding him peeled grapes. He pushed her hand away, though his expression suggested he was enjoying it.

“Sister-in-law, come on in.” one of the girls noticed F/N and quickly stood up to greet her.

Plessia, who was in Lyney's arms was startled and hurried to get off his lap. But Lyney held her in place. “You stay right here.”

Plessia looked at F/N nervously, unable to move as Lyney's arm tightened around her waist. Her face slowly turned pale with fear.

Lyney lazily smiled again, “What are you all saying? Who's your sister-in-law? The only sister-in-law here is Plessia, the one sitting on my lap.”

Everyone froze, not knowing what to say.

“Lyney.” F/N called his name, but he simply closed his eyes, refusing to look at her.

The atmosphere grew unbearably awkward and someone tried to break the tension. “Why don't you come in and sit down? Lyney is drunk. He's not himself right now.”

“No need.” F/N replied. “I jut have a few words to say, then I'll leave.” she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The room fell silent.

“My brother isn't doing well.” F/N's voice came out hoarse and cracked, her gaze lowered to her toes. “He was just sent to the ICU and need three hundred thousand Mora.”

Lyney clicked his tongue, casting a 'Just as I expected' glance at everyone. His slender fingers toyed with Plessia's hair. “F/N, since we got married, how many times have I given you three hundred thousand Mora? Have you ever made me happy? I'll give you the Mora but it has to be on my terms.”

F/N gritted her teeth and looked up at him, “What do you want me to do?”

Lyney raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I can see you are capable. You came to ask me for Mora but made sure to dress up nicely. That shows you're not as clueless as you pretend to be.” his violet eyes reflected a cold cruelty. “What's the difference between you and them? At least these girls don't pretend to be as proper and righteous as you.”

F/N just let out a cold mirthless laugh and dragged Plessia off Lyney's lap by her hair. Tossing the blond onto the floor, she smirked at Lyney. “Have you forgotten what I told you the last time? A life for a life; if my brother dies, so does hers.”

“Vimeur!” Plessia gasped “What have you done to him?”

“Nothing much.” F/N shrugged nonchalantly. “Either I get the three hundred thousand Mora to save my brother or your brother ends up being fish food. So, what would it be, Lyney? Or...” she calmly drew out a stiletto knife she had hidden in her inner thigh and drew it against Plessia's cheek. “Is more incentive needed? It would be such a shame to mar a pretty face like hers.”

“Lyney, just give her the three hundred thousand Mora.”

“If you want, I can give her the three hundred thousand Mora instead.”

“Three hundred thousand Mora in thirty minutes.” F/N sneered. “If you're late for even one second...” she gave Plessia a cold smile. “Her brother will be thrown into the ocean to feed the sharks.”

After three years of marriage, F/N knew Lyney played around outside. He had grudgingly agreed to the marriage arrangement between the House of the Hearth and the fallen Morris Family.

Before the wedding, the girl he loved, Alcina, had died in a diving accident and Lyney had thought it was the Morris' family doing, thus fuelling his hatred towards F/N. After the wedding, he disappeared without a trace and reappeared three months later with a strange girl by his side.

Over the next two years, F/N lost count the number of girlfriends Lyney had and F/N had noticed all of the girls had bore a resemblance to Alcina.

But this was the first time he brought that girl, Lumine, into their home.

When F/N returned from the hospital, she noticed the servants giving her strange looks. It wasn't until she went upstairs to their bedroom that she understood why; Lyney was lying on their marital bed with Lumine sitting beside him and dutifully feeding him water.

When she saw F/N enter, Lumine nearly jumped up in fright, “Mrs. Snezhevich! Mr. Snezhevich was just drunk.

F/N simply stood at the door and waved her hand. “Take good care of him.”

“But that's not right.” Lumine protested. “You're his wife. You should be the one taking care of him.”

“it's fine.” F/N assured. “He likes you. So if you take care of him, he'll be happy.” smiling, she turned around and walked out of the room.

“F/N.” Lyney suddenly called out to F/N. Holding Lumine close, he narrowed his eyes at F/N. “Where are you going? You should learn from these young girls how to take care of your man. Stop being so cold. You can't even kiss properly...”

He didn't finish his sentence because the sound of a picture frame shattering suddenly echoed through the room. It was their wedding photo, now lying in pieces on the floor.

F/N's face was expressionless as she looked at him. “Anything else you want to say?”

Lyney pushed Lumine away and slowly sat up, “F/N, think carefully about what you're doing.”

F/N curled her lips in a slight smile, took out the divorce papers she had long prepared and handed it to him. “Sign them, Lyney. Let's get divorced. I'll make room for her.”

“F/N, once you start this, there's no going back.” Lyney warned.

“Sign them and let me know when it's done.” F/N was steadfast. With that, she didn't look at him again, turned and left the room, heading downstairs.

As she walked out of the door, Lyney stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her. “F/N, it's easy to leave, but it won't be so simple to come back.”

F/N didn't look back nor did she respond. Dragging her suitcase, she walked into the deep, dark night.

The rainy season in Fontaine was cold.

F/N tightened her coat around her and bought a bowl of onion soup and Fish and Chips from Louis. Most of her Mora was already deposited into the hospital account. After searching through all her belongings, she found she only had three hundred Mora left. To avoid freezing on the streets, she knew she had to find a cheap motel to stay in.

“Mind if I join you?” a man's voice suddenly sounded behind F/N.

“Go ahead.” F/N replied, still focused on searching for a place to stay on her phone. Noticing the fabric of an expensive coat from the corner of her eye, she looked up in surprise, only to see Kinich staring intensely at her.

“Miss Morris, it's midnight.” Kinich pointed out. “You're dressed so nicely. Aren't you afraid of someone might take advantage of you?”

“Fontaine is pretty safe.” F/N put her phone away and prepared to leave. “No need for you to worry.”

“Where are you going at this hour?” Kinich stood up. “I noticed the motels you were looking at are too cheap and unsafe. Why don't I book a hotel for you instead?”

F/N didn't respond and just walked faster with her suitcase in tow.

“Watch out!” Kinich shouted a warning. “You're not even looking at the cars.” he chided as a car sped past and he grabbed F/N's wrist, pulling her close to him.

“What do you want?” F/N quickly shook off Kinch's hand.

“Just trying to help a friend.” Kinich replied.

“Help me or just sleep with me?” F/N couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “Kinich, I get it. I turned you down before and now you want revenge.”

“Revenge?” Kinich snorted. “is that really what you think?”

“Why does everyone keep bullying me?”F/N let her frustrated tears flow. “Why does this keep happening to me? You're all horrible people... all of you...”

“F/N, I'm not bullying you.” Kinich's voice softened. “I never intended to hurt you. I just returned to the country and heard a little about what's been going on. I couldn't stop thinking about it and was worried. When you left Lyney's house tonight, I followed you.”

“I have no friends.” F/N retorted. “After the downfall of the Morris Family, I lost all my friends.”

Kinich was silent for a moment before speaking again. “So, should I contact your husband to pick you up?”

“We're divorced.” F/N corrected. “I've already signed the divorce papers, leaving with nothing. He wasn't wrong; over the last three years, I did spend a lot of his Mora. Let's just leave it at that, we owe each other nothing.”

“Do you still love him?” Kinich asked.

F/N paused, then shook her head immediately. “No, I don't. I stop loving him a long time ago. Kinich, I'm not that pathetic.”

“F/N, then can you try to like me?” Kinich suggested.

“Don't you hate me?” F/N was surprised.

Kinich shook his head. “I thought about hating you, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to. F/N,” he took a step closer. “Why don't you give a try with me? Even if it's just to get back at him, you can still play with me. Let's go back to the hotel. You don't look well. You should rest. Don't fall.” he held out his hand to F/N and took her suitcase.

“Kinich.” F/N voiced, exiting the hotel room's bathroom wearing a warm robe.

When Kinich turned to look at her, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The moment F/N opened her mouth, Kinich took control. His burning hand tightly gripped her waist and he flipped her over, pinning her against the door. As his domineering and forceful kiss fell, he mumbled in F/N's ear, “F/N, don't cry. When you cry, I lost all my boundaries. Even if you're just playing with me, F/N, I'll accept it.”

It was still the top-floor suite of the Fontaine first-class clubhouse. The atmosphere was lively when Lyney suddenly threw down his cards. “You guys continue. I'm going out for some fresh air.”

Lumine was startled for a moment and quickly got up to follow him. But Lyney stopped her, “Don't follow me.” he grabbed a cigarette and walked out to the balcony to light it. Then, he unlocked his phone; there were no messages from F/N. Not even any activity on the household card he had given her. It was then that Lyney remembered that in the three years of marriage, F/N had only asked him for Mora three times: the first time was a year after the Morris Family's downfall when her older brother, Quentin, had a severe accident. She had exhausted all her savings but still couldn't gather enough Mora. The second time was when Quentin couldn't accept his paralysis and attempted suicide, nearly dying in the process. The third time was during her last visit to the clubhouse suite where she showed her ruthless self. The reason he was so harsh with his words that time was because it was the anniversary of Alcina's death. His mood had been utterly terrible and he had lashed out without thinking. But he had never imagined that F/N would actually ask for a divorce. She had even prepared the divorce papers, signed them and was willing to leave with nothing.

After Kinich arranged for Quentin to be moved to a specialized hospital, he also introduced F/N to his friends; who unlike Lyney's friends, were more sincere and respectful.

“Tired?” Kinich walked up. “The caregivers and rehabilitation therapists we hired are very professional and responsible. You don't have to do everything yourself.”

“He's the only family I have.” F/N admitted. “This is the only thing I can do for him now.”

“F/N, have you ever thought of doing something you love?” Kinich suddenly asked.

“Yes.” F/N was surprised. With the downfall of her family, all her hobbies and dreams had all faded into oblivion. “But what can I do? These past three years, I feel like I've fallen out of touch with society.”

“The things your learned from childhood can be picked up again.” Kinich reminded. “You can start playing the violin again, you could design jewellery and hold exhibitions. You could even open your own design studio, specializing in custom-made jewellery for different occasions and celebrations.”

When Lyney woke up from his dream again, it was 4am. This was the villa in Une Courtyard, the home he and F/N had shared as their marital residence. The day F/N left, the rainy season had just begun. Now, the second rainy season had already baptised the city. In his dream just now, Lyney saw Alcina. Alcina, with red-rimmed eyes, asked, “Lyney, are you forgetting me? Have you already started to fall for F/N?” he slowly sat up in bed, waiting for his emotions to settle. In truth, he had long known that Alcina's death was an accident and F/N was innocent. Perhaps subconsciously, he had already anticipated that he would develop feelings for F/N, just as Lynette had predicted. That's why he acted so irrationally, trying to nip those feelings in the bud. But things eventually spiralled out of control.

Lyney found himself increasingly out of control and increasingly uneasy. He started to lose focus at his friends' gatherings. He began to feel uncomfortable with everything in his home, even the food. Everything was still as orderly as it had been when F/N was there, but nothing felt right. His shirt and tie combination were always off and since he couldn't remember what clothes F/N prepared for him during the rainy season, he caught two bouts of flu in a row. After his slow recovery, he had Freminet investigate Quentin's transfer.

The studio F/N rented was located just below the office of Kinich's company. The previous tenant also ran a design studio there. So, with a few adjustments to the décor, it was quickly ready for use. The studio wasn't large and somewhat modest.

After the studio opened, F/N received her first order from Agnes, the first female friend F/N made after coming to South City with Kinich. She was about to get engaged; all her dresses had already been prepared and now she only needed a custom-made set of betrothal jewellery which she planned to wear at her engagement party.

Lyney's car sped through the dusty streets: Quentin was placed in the best private rehabilitation hospital in South City and he had heard that F/N had just opened her own design studio.

He still remembered how well F/N played the violin and how her jewellery designing skills were widely praised. He thought that now, free from financial worries, she would choose to return to being a carefree young lady with time for the finer things in life. He never expected that she would rent a space of less than fifty square meters, diligently running her small business. Nor did he expect that the apartment she was renting now was so modest.

Lyney felt the turmoil in his heart, like oil boiling over a flame, had slightly calmed. But what he didn't know was that this brief peace would shatter into laughable pieces in twenty minutes.

The moment F/N and Kinich stepped through the door of F/N's apartment, F/N had just taken off her coat when Kinich pressed her against the door.

Just then, the doorbell rang persistently.

Kinich gave F/N another deep kiss before letting her head to the bathroom to shower.

Peering through the peephole, his expression darkened as he instantly recognized Lyney.

Opening the door, he realized Lyney had clearly been drinking heavily.

“F/N,” Lyney started when the door opened. “Isn't it Mora you want? I'll give you everything...” he cut himself off when he saw the person who opened the door wasn't F/N, but an unfamiliar man.

“Who the hell are you?” Lyney demanded. “What are you doing here? Where's F/N?” Lyney's eyes were bloodshot, burning with an intense, almost frightening red. His gaze flicked from the man's body, searching behind him.

But as his eyes moved, they caught sight of the haphazardly discarded heels on the floor. His entire body trembled, his teeth chattering faintly. Even his pupils seemed to lose focus for a moment. In his three years of marriage, he had never touched F/N, clinging to the absurd refusal to betraying Alcina.

Kinich looked at the drunken man in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filling with lingering displeasure, “Mr. Snezhevich, why are you showing up at my wife's place in the middle of the night?”

Lyney had never called F/N by anything but her name; he didn't even have the energy to muster anger. His shoulders slumped and he stood there in a state of despondency as the past years flashed through his mind.

The little girl who had once followed behind him, sweetly calling him 'brother' had grown into a beautiful, gentle young woman. Her heart and eyes were always full of him and her gaze always held an unmistakeable tenderness and affection. She had known from a young age that she would be his wife and he had known from a young age that he would marry her.

When Lyney truly thought about it, he realized his relationship with Alcina was merely an outlet for his rebellion against 'Father'.

“Mr. Snezhevich, if there is nothing else, please leave.” Kinich wasn't interested in wasting time on a man like Lyney. “It's getting late.”

“Can I see her?” Lyney reached out, blocking the doorframe.

“She's exhausted.” Kinich answered. “Probably too tired to see you.”

“I didn't sign the divorce papers.” Lyney croaked out in a hoarse voice. “She's still Mrs. Snezhevich and still my wife. Pleas step aside.”

“Kinich, why are you taking so long to come back?” F/N's soft and languid voice sounded from the bedroom. “Is something wrong?”

At that moment, Lyney knew F/N would never return to his side again.

“F/N, don't worry.” Kinich assured. “it's nothing.”

The moment Kinich turned back to look at F/N, she saw Lyney standing outside the door..

“Did you come to deliver the divorce paper?” the freshly bathed F/N addressed her former partner. “Actually, you can just have your lawyer contact me directly. We have no financial entanglements, so the process should be pretty straightforward.”

“F/N.” Lyney gave a bitter smile. “I didn't sign the divorce papers. I don't want a divorce.”

“Kinich.” F/N looked away from Lyney and gently tugged his arm. “I might need a lawyer.”

“The Malipo's legal department is unmatched in South City.” Kinich let out a prideful smile. “If they can't handle it, I'll personally bring in someone. But I'm sure it won't come to that; it's just a simple divorce case.”

“Kinich, can you say those words you used when you first pursued me?” F/N asked, the budding couple were now cuddling on F/N's bed after Kinich drove Lyney away.

“F/N, I really like you.” Kinich flushed and looked away. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I'll say yes this time.” F/N replied, giving Kinich a light kiss.

When Lyney's signed divorced papers arrived, the gold earrings of Agnes' four-piece betrothal jewellery were also finished and F/N called Agnes to arrange for a time to pick up the jewellery case.

A/N: Kinich fic No. 3. Why do you keep dodging me? Just why!?

P.S: Why do I keep doing this to my favorite characters? *Headdesk*

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vodika-vibes · 13 days ago

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You Don't Want Me

Summary: In a world where the majority of people are split into Alphas or Omegas, you’re one of the small portion of the population who isn’t either. You’ve long since come to terms with the fact that you’re never going to have a romantic partner, and you’re, mostly, fine with it. You just wish that your neighbor would stop flirting with you.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F! Reader

Word Count: 1384

Warnings: A/B/O but it's not smut, I'm just playing around in the setting. Technically the reader could be read as GN but I put them in a sundress.

A/N: So I had an idea, and this was born. I hope people like it, lol

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“Well now, don’t you look pretty today,”

You roll your eyes as the familiar voice of your neighbor reaches your ears. “Thanks, I guess.”

Crosshair grins at you, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, “You’re welcome,” You ignore the way his eyes flicker down your body with practiced ease, “You got a hot date today or something?”

“All this because I’m wearing a sundress? No, Crosshair. I don’t date, you know that.” You straighten from where you had been messing with one of your planters, “Not that it is any of your business if I go on a date or not.”

His grin widens, “I’m just looking out for you. People are scum, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You squint at him, “Is there a reason you’re hanging out in my backyard?”

He shrugs, “We have a shared backyard, neighbor. You don’t like it, put up some fences.”

You huff out an exasperated laugh, and shake your head, “You know, someday you’re going to find an omega who’s going to be really annoyed with how obsessed you are with me.”

He pauses, his long fingers absently tapping his thigh, and then he smirks, “Nah.”

“Nah? The fuck you mean ‘nah’?”

Crosshair, like all of his brothers, is an alpha. Alphas partner up with omegas. Its what they do. Something about pheromones and hormones and biology. You’re not really sure.

You never had to learn because you don’t have any of those characteristics.

Scientists, and doctors, call people like you Mu. Halfway between an Alpha and an Omega. In the end, all it means is that you’re a freak.

But you’re fine with it. You have to be. What other choice do you have?

“Having an omega is way too much work, have you heard how Tech’s girl whines for him? Like, all of the time. I’m surprised Hunter hasn’t killed her. Even I find her voice grating.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk about your sister-in-law like that?”

“Meh. She already hates me, it’s not like she can hate me more.” He crosses your backyard to peer over your shoulder at your garden, “Your herbs look like they’re coming in nice.”

You’re slightly surprised by the topic change, but you go along with it happily, “Yeah! I was worried because the sage did so poorly last year, but I must have gotten the soil PH right this year.”

You turn to look up at Crosshair, and your smile falters when you see the look on his face. It’s a soft look, with a small affectionate smile that smooths out the harsh lines of his face into something gentler.

It’s a look Crosshair directs towards you regularly, and it’s a look that never fails to make you blush. And today is no exception, as you hurriedly spin away from him to check your other planter before he notices the effect he has on you.

And, as ever, he releases a quiet chuckle that gives you goosebumps.

“What else do you have growing?” Crosshair asks, his breath warm against your ear. He’s close enough that you can feel him pressed against your back.

It really isn’t fair that he keeps doing this to you. He’s an alpha and he knows you’re not an omega. He’s just being cruel for the hell of it, you suppose.

“Um…” You step away from him slightly, grateful and disappointed when he doesn’t follow you, “Tomatoes, broccoli, and a couple of other herbs. I have hot peppers growing in the other planter over there.”

“I’ll have to remember to mention that to Wrecker when it comes time for the harvest,” Crosshair mutters, “He’s always complaining about how expensive peppers are.”

“Well, I’m happy to share. I always have too many anyway.”

You glance away from him and lean over to check on one of your tomato plants, only to squeak and jump when you feel his finger drag up your spine from the small of your back.

You spin around to stare at him, your eyes wide. His fingers, which had been resting comfortably on the back of your neck, now sit right over the pulse point on your throat, and he looks at you like the cat that caught the canary.

“Um...what…?” You try to take a step back but you’re so close to your planter that you don’t have anywhere to go, and when you try you almost lose your balance, so Crosshair has to hurriedly wrap his free hand around your waist to keep you steady.

“Why do you keep running from me? Am I that intimidating to you?”

“No, that’s not—,” You trail off, you can feel your heart racing from nerves, and you know he can feel it too.

“Then what’s the problem?” He carefully maneuvers you and walks you back until your back bumps against the cool material of your home, “I’m not blind or stupid, I can see how you look at me.”

“That’s—“

“—and I can feel how your heart is racing now that I’m touching you. You’re clearly attracted to me, and yet, every time, you run away. Why?”

“I’m not an omega.” You blurt, “I...You—“

He scoffs, “I told you. I have no interest in having an omega.”

“Sure, you say that now, but—“

His eyes narrow at you, “But what? You think I’m the kind of man who would let my hormones control me?”

You don’t have an answer to that, because the truth is, in your experience, all alphas are. Example 1? Your former boyfriend who cheated on you as soon as he ran into an omega in heat.

You don’t have to answer, your silence is answer enough, and he scoffs again. “You do. What kind of shitty alphas have you been around, pretty?”

“That’s not...he couldn’t help his nature…” You trail off, not sure why you’re defending your ex.

“No. He’s just a shitty guy who used his hormones as an excuse to be a dick to you.” Crosshair leans in to press his face into your hair, “Fuck, you smell so good. Like sunshine and the beach—“

“...I’m sorry?”

“That was a compliment, pretty. You smell so much better.”

You feel like there’s a part of this conversation that you missed, but you don’t want to ask him for clarification, not when he’s pressed against you like this. Not when you can feel his lips on the shell of your ear.

But, you do make one, final, attempt to dissuade him from this. “Cross...I’m pretty sure that you don’t want me—“

You’re not able to finish your sentence as he pulls away and pins you in place with a severe look, “You don’t get to decide what, or who, I want.”

You shoot him a doubtful look.

“Fine, let me speak plainly then. I want you. Only you. Since the day we met.” His words make heat rush to your face, and you want to avert your gaze, but he won’t let you look away, “I have no interest in the drama that comes with partnering with an omega. And, to be completely frank, the scent of omega pheromones gives me a migraine.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He bumps his forehead against yours, “So, give me a chance?”

You stare at him, your heart in your throat.

This has the potential to go so wrong. And you know, in the same way you know the sun will rise in the morning, that if it does, you’re going to be the one hurt. Again.

But you want to trust Crosshair.

And you’re so tired of being alone all the time.

So, even though fear and uncertainty have you in a vice grip, you don’t stop yourself from reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. And your actions are rewarded with a look of pleasure.

“So?” Crosshair asks.

“If you break my heart,” You warn him, “I’ll find some way to make your life miserable.”

“Noted.” He bumps his nose against yours, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Yes, please.”

And then his lips are against yours and it’s not perfect. It’s a little awkward and a little clumsy, and your teeth knock together. But you wouldn’t change it for anything in the galaxy.

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snailsgoingdowntown · 3 days ago

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 20

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Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: Reader is not having a good time. Or Grizelda. Or Dion. Or Fontaine. No-one is. Whatever this chapter is, I do not know. It came to me in a dream/j (it's been sitting in my google docs and I decided to go with it in the end).

Warnings: toxic marriage/relationship, implied suicidal thoughts/ideation, attempted murder, choking (Dion to Fontaine), mental breakdown (Reader), Reader pulls her hair harshly, toxic and abusive family (the Agriches), talks of punishment, small themes of imprisonment, themes of abuse, implied past/recent attempted sexual assault, the Reader and Grizelda do get stalked a bit for plot reasons, the Reader can’t decide on what she wants, Dion gets called a dog a few times, mention of pregnancy once at the end, the Reader is an emotional mess and genuinely does not know what she wants in this moment, possible yandere themes (I’m not even sure, just adding just in case). Lant only cares about the hypothetical child since it would be Dion's and thus a rising star. Please tell me if I missed any.

Warning #2: some suggestive lines.

Everyone is out of character but that’s f i n e -

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Grizelda had made a turn to show you some of the safe flowers. The direction also leads to the indoor training room, but she’s sure that Fontaine is outside the gates of the mansion - after all, it’s bigger. More room to act recklessly.

She didn’t know that others were outside it right now, which led to her older half-brother staying inside an isolated area, awaying from prying eyes.

You didn’t either.

“Oh, they’re… lovely,” your eyes soak in the sight of the colorful flora. The grass was also a healthy green - if there was one thing you could say about Lant Agriche, it’s that he makes damn sure everything is pleasing to the eyes.

If you ignore his face and the monsters raised here for dubious reasons. Fontaine being one of them.

You bite your lip - it’s still fresh in your mind. His voice. His touch.

No - just ignore it. He’s not here. Grizelda is.

Even so, you’re jittery, scanning your surroundings every few seconds. In spite of her good company, you can’t help but to feel naked, watched from the shadows. Paranoia works wonders, especially when you see a shadow move from the corner of your eye.

“They are, aren’t they?” She watches as you approach a rose bush, fingers lightly tracing the petals. The pink flowers she had given - burdened - you with are in your left hand, held against your chest. “I don’t come here often, but it’s a nice change of pace.”

She joins you in looking at them. However, she doesn’t admire them like you are. They’re beautiful, sure, but they wilt rather quickly once plucked. They’re also used to make drugs.

Of course, she keeps that fact to herself.

Approaching footsteps catches your attention, looking over your shoulder to see two guards. Your heart fills with guilt the moment you recognize them -

They’re the ones you smiled at while ignoring your husband. They look tired, a bandage on one’s neck while the other looks half-dead. You immediately knew that Dion was behind it - frankly speaking, you thought they would be dead.

You’re also amazed at how fast he works - it was only yesterday they committed the crime that is looking at you. You freeze as they get closer, making your sister-in-law curious.

When they see you they become stiffer than a statue. The air becomes awkward as Grizelda looks on with curiosity. Their eyes trail over to her, seeing that you’re not alone.

That’s when they bow.

There’s a bitterness in your mouth. You quickly remind yourself why they’re like this. However, this interaction is only making you resent Dion more. Your grip tightens on the flower stems.

“Greetings, Lady Grizelda and Lady (Name),” they say with a croaky voice. They don’t lift their heads for several seconds until your sister-in-law commands them to. When they do, they avoid looking at you, their eyes glued to something behind you.

You hold back an apology - what good would that do? If anything, you copy their behavior, humming awkwardly as you stare at the flowers in your hands.

The remnants of their ripped thorns dig into the fabric of the glove.

The three of you don’t want a repeat of that day - them getting punished for daring to look at Dion’s lovely wife, and you being ‘teased,’ hearing Dion call himself your husband - while it’s true, you hate hearing the word come out of his mouth.

You want him to leave you alone.

‘If it were me, I wouldn’t have left you alone in this maze of a mansion.’ A wave of nausea washes over you when his voice swims to the surface. Chills crawl down your spine at the thought of being married to Fontaine. It almost feels like a blessing that you got stuck with the second eldest.

But is it really…?

“... ah, we should get going - we’ve been ordered to help with the children’s lessons,” the brunette guard states. “They’re practicing with their weapons,” he finishes before attempting to walk past you.

“Oh? That’s today?” Grizelda asks the retreating guard. He stops, turning to face her as he confirms it. He tries his best not to look at you.

“Yes; it’s taking place in the outside training grounds, My Lady,” the grey-haired man answers. Now that his attention is on the seventeen-year-old, his body becomes less stiff, a bit more comfortable.

It makes you want to smack Dion.

… no, I shouldn’t… it’s tempting, but -, and the resentment only blooms more.

“Hm… I suppose that means we can’t go anywhere near there - father is rather strict about that. Not only that, but there’s a chance you might accidentally get hit.”

“O-oh.. right.” You nod your head.

The guards bid their farewells before leaving. You watch their retreating figures with a hint of guilt - they wouldn’t be like that had you just ignored them. But that guilt is slowly replaced with a thin layer of anger, baffled that Dion would go that far - you’re not sure what he did, but from how they acted, it wasn’t anything good - just because you smiled at them.

…does that horrible man expect you to eventually cave in? With his actions, it only makes you see him in a worse light, signaling he might not even let you have friends. The flower stems in your hand threaten to break under your grip. A moment later and you finally relax your hand.

For now, you bury the thought away, returning your attention to Grizelda. You try to smile. It feels tight.

“Since we can’t go there, how about another area? Anywhere is fine.” The sun beams down on you, your (h/c) shining in it as your (e/c) eyes reflect her figure, but there’s a hint of something she can’t put her finger on in them.

She hums, tapping her chin with her pointer finger, mulling over the options. “Well… we have to pass by the indoor training grounds - it’s a building smaller than the mansion, but still rather big. It’s usually used for whenever it’s raining and it’s too slippery.”

The description reminds you of a gym.

“Since the children are outside, it should be empty - no-one to run into. I doubt Dion is there, and Fontaine is probably taking his anger out on some monsters right outside the estate gates.”

As you would later find out, her guess was wrong. Extremely wrong.

She continues, “We have to pass it to get to this one area I would like to show you. It’s peaceful there; barely anyone visits. Same for the library if you ever want to check it out.”

You hesitate to nod your head, your gut twisting uncomfortably. The nice smell slowly fades away, unable to kick the feeling away. You must be tired.

“What type of place is it?” You ask instead, shifting your weight onto your right foot. The left one still has a faint sting. It’s barely there, but it’s still a reminder of what happened.

Despite your outward behavior, you can’t shake everything off. So, you just smile.

Either she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as she answers. It sounds like a nice place - a small gazebo tucked away in a corner covered by trimmed bushes.

Apparently it wasn’t as flashy as the rest of the mansion, simple but durable.

So ordinary that no-one bats an eye at it, and it is something that your father-in-law has forgotten about completely - a nice place to hide away from the horrors of the world.

“That actually sounds… nice,” you say with a smile - doing your best to forget everything that happened earlier.

Right.

The sun is bright and the air is fresh.

“It is. A nice little hiding place - I doubt that anyone is there right now.” And with that, the younger girl takes lead, and like a baby chick you follow, still holding the pink flowers as the red ones are in her own hands.

It still feels like eyes are on you. Your legs are starting to feel strained, walking becoming an effort. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing, a small sheen of sweat on your nape.

Your eyes travel downwards to the flowers in your hands - still vivid and pink, not a hint of wilt on them. You look back up at Grizelda’s back, her brown hair gently bouncing with each step. It’s peaceful.

… how long will this last…?

Your gaze drops to your feet, slowly inhaling before shaking your head at the silly and useless question. But the feeling of being watched only increases. The lie you told yourself moments ago is already starting to shatter as you’re imprisoned by your own mind.

“Once we get there, we can stay for a bit, admire the view of the garden.” The brunette suggests with a quick glance behind her shoulder. She looks back ahead once you nod your head. The rest of the walk is quiet, something heavy edging at the back of your mind.

When you get near the indoor training room, two guards are carrying dummies while heading towards it. You both halt, surprised to see anyone there - you shouldn’t be, but the sorceress was so sure of herself it almost felt like the scene was going against the laws of nature.

Confusion fills you - Fontaine was the oldest, Dion the second, Grizelda the third and Roxana the fourth. Twenty-three, twenty, seventeen and fifteen. The rest are considered children, therefore wouldn’t they be attending their lesson…?

Neither of them notice you, too caught up in their conversation. Both you and your sister-in-law don’t see a point in calling out to them, simply continuing your walk.

That is, until they drop the dummies, their expressions turning grave. They scream out two certain names before rushing in.

“M-Master Dion! Stop, please!”

“Master Fontaine!”

“...huh?”

“What?”

You both look at each other, Grizelda looking over her shoulder. There’s a pause before you silently agree to check out what’s the commotion about. You don’t rush, you don’t run, your steps hesitant while hers are confident. She drops the flowers once she peeks inside, still as a statue, eyes wide and mouth ajar - an expression you have never seen on her once, both in this life and your last in illustrations.

You hurry, heart dreadfully drumming against your chest, a hollow pain swelling your chest cavity. Both Dion and Fontaine are in there - just what’s going on?

The flowers drop to the ground as your grasp loosens.

Holding the first born against the wall, your husband was choking his own brother. You can’t see his face, but his entire body is tense, putting his all into trying his best not to snap Fontaine’s neck. You can see the veins on his neck and hands.

… it’s a nice sight, until you remember -

He’s not supposed to die yet. Fuck, he’s not supposed to die yet!

Reflexes taking over, you run over to the two men.

This isn’t supposed to happen. He’s not supposed to kill him. He’s not supposed to die yet - the story has changed so much already! What happens if he dies right here and right now!?

Someone calls out to you, their voice distant. Hands grab your shoulders, firm but not enough to stop you from shaking them off. You grab him without thinking.

Dion freezes.

You pull harshly. Part of you wants to watch the scene in full - does he even deserve to live? He’s trash, worse than your husband and yet -

The fear you’re feeling isn’t for your own safety nor is it for his outburst. No, in spite of yourself, it’s for Fontaine’s worthless life -

What happens if he dies right now?

It’s a question you don’t want answered.

Distantly you feel your head shaking side to side. You don’t stop pulling, but your body is screaming that you should. You ignore it, ignore the nagging voice at the back of your head to let it happen. A lot has changed already.

So, what if this happens? No, you tell yourself, no.

Your gut is twisting painfully, screaming he can’t die now.

Dion looks at you like you’ve gone mad and honestly, you think you have. You shouldn’t be saving his brother’s worthless life. You don’t want to.

But -

Not yet.

Two words you silently mouth. You dig your feet into the wood as you use all of your strength to attempt to pull your husband away. Of course, it doesn’t work, he’s too big and strong to be physically stopped by you.

His red eyes become blank as his grasp on his brother’s neck slowly loosens. Good.

He called himself my dog… Dion Agriche, you better keep that promise. You feel gross for calling him one, reducing him to something that has no choice but to listen to you.

You don’t notice how his gaze travels to your chest, the way his eyes narrow once they see the blood stain on your bodice. But you do notice how he tightens his hold on Fontaine’s neck again.

You’re not listening well for someone who said he’s my dog!

These thoughts will haunt you for weeks on end once all of this ends.

You try another method. It feels shaky as you talk, the words feel heavy. You force them out regardless, scared of what would happen if Fontaine Agriche were to die right here and right now. You can’t let that happen.

Even as a small part of you wishes to praise Dion.

“Dion… please.”

THUD

Like the obedient dog he promised to be, he lets go. He takes a few steps back and you follow suit. You don’t let go of his arm. You repeat your words from earlier silently.

Not yet.

The man looks confused before returning his attention to Fontaine. Your eyes also fall onto the older Agriche, small amounts of regret joining the fear in your chest. How are you supposed to take care of this…?

This isn’t like you.

You blink before you look up at your husband, seeing your reflection in his scarlet eyes. Your lips painfully force a smile and you hope it looks sweet and loving. Your fingers dig into his sleeved arm and you don’t even notice it.

It takes effort to rub your thumbs across his knuckles after a moment passes. Pretend to be a caring wife, pretend that you don’t want him to stain his hands further.

You can feel your hands tremble. It’s hard to keep smiling. The man before you said he was your dog and he listened like one, which brings forth a new worry -

What if he wants a reward?

You swallow the thought down. “Let’s go back. Please?” You don’t want to return to his room, you don’t want to be alone with him. But if you just leave him here…

Everything after that is a blur. The only thing you remember before reaching his bedroom is his tight grip on your hand. If only you noticed the figure in the background.

- - -

Grizelda stares at her older brother on the floor. He doesn’t make any attempts to get up, and he’s still breathing heavily. His men fret over him, but know better than to touch him. She wonders if he’ll kill them for not forcing Dion off of him.

The sight was amusing.

But it was also slightly… concerning.

‘... he listened. Fontaine knows he has a soft spot for her now… not to mention, Dion might even listen to all of her demands… ah, this will either be amusing or horrible.’

She leaves before Fontaine even notices her.

It’s concerning but also interesting. She slightly smiles in amusement - things will change around here.

But that amusement is washed away once someone calls her. When she looks at the person, she forces a scowl away. The tattle-tell will rat this out to Lant.

- - -

You’re still scared of your husband. You still hate him.

Your heart won’t stop hammering against your chest. Your hands feel clammy and his larger one holding yours only adds more heat. His pace is enough for you to keep up, but it still feels like he’s dragging you.

You feel like you’re becoming his little doll.

You want to cry. You want to scoff. To scream, to encourage his behavior towards Fontaine. But the uncertainty of the future prevents you from doing so, unsure if hell will be let loose if he dies so early, if doesn’t die at the hands of Cassis.

You bite your lip. None of this should be happening. You shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be married.

But someone has twisted their and your faith for entertainment.

Wait, you think. Maybe Roxana will pity you some more after learning what happened with Fontaine… hopefully that’ll give her a good enough reason to help you out of this hellhole.

Then, you realize it -

He knows.

Your heart drops at the realization. Why else would he try to kill him? So early at that, before the timeskip. Should… should you be happy he knows? That he tried to murder him for you?

But you didn’t ask him to. You might have, you probably would have once you found your voice. Regardless, your skin starts to feel filthy - are you, an unwilling wife, really about to rely on your sadistic and possessive husband? The same man who indirectly told you he would lock you up if you even try to leave?

You can hear your heart beating against your chest. The sound is loud, echoing in your head dully. It hurts, bringing your free hand to clutch at your chest. It does little to soothe the pain.

Breathing becomes difficult. Thinking about anything else is hard. If you’re not thinking about the man in front of you, then your mind reaches for the recent memories of being chased and touched. Threatened with violence.

Your waist starts to tingle where Fontaine gripped it. Your skin feels prickly, dirty. The taste of iron makes itself at home on your tastebuds again. A sharp sting on your bottom lip, the pressure only increases the longer you walk.

You made a mistake.

You shouldn’t have gone to him. You should have let Grizelda take care of it. You shouldn’t have fucking left the room.

He might lock you up after this. He might hover around you more now, might -

A hand gently cups your cheek, handling you with utmost care. Like you were made of glass. However, the touch burns your skin, bringing forth an unpleasant sensation that travels down your spine and drowns in your stomach.

SLAP!

“Don’t-!” By reflex you slap the hand away, taking multiple steps back until your back hits something sturdy. Pressed against the double doors, your eyes travel to your side, landing on the door handle. Your hand grabs it as you look ahead, seeing the figure of the man who might trap you in this very room, if it means Fontaine won’t touch a single hair on your head.

Safety for freedom - he would be that type of person. The bird he wants to keep is mere inches away from him - it would be easy for him to grab you. But it wouldn’t be in the same manner as Fontaine. Regardless, it doesn’t ease your worries.

You don’t want to be touched by that pervert but you also don’t want to be trapped by your own husband.

You don’t want to rely on him, either. He’s scum too, he took you from your family - why else would you be married to him? He probably blackmailed your father, or, or something.

An emotion unfamiliar to you flashes through his eyes. He almost looks hurt, but doesn’t take another step towards you. It’s then do you look around, only to realize you’re in his room.

This stupid room!

Your heavy breathing fills the room. Your head hangs, chest twisting and turning as your heart beats to a tune that’s too loud and heavy. It’s painful, breathing is painful, thinking is painful, you feel dirty -

You look at Dion again. Like a dog, he stays in place, waiting for you to call him. He looks worried and it makes you sick, stomach churning at an expression he shouldn’t even know how to make. This isn’t right.

This is going against the natural order of things.

This isn’t right.

A small part of you feels guilty. That small part wants to thank him and even praise him. But the rest of you want to run and hide from him, from Fontaine, from everyone.

Your husband remains quiet as your chaotic state of mind refuses to calm down. Your back presses harder against the door as you slide down, unable to support yourself on your feet and legs anymore.

Pathetic, I’m pathetic. This isn’t -

Should you blame yourself? Blame him? Fontaine?

Should you blame God?

… you don’t know anymore. You only know how to run and cry.

You should have stayed dead. Ah, but God wouldn’t give you that pleasure, would he?

“Wife -”

“Stop. Please. I’ve been through enough already,” you interrupt, on the verge of bawling your eyes out. You were able to touch him earlier. You smiled at him. You considered praising him on the way back.

What happened?

You were fine with him holding your hand. But now -

“You can’t keep ignoring this-! Whatever delusions you’re living in, they won’t!”

You should thank him.

You should curse him.

Stay.

Run.

Praise him.

Degrade him,

Accept him.

Escape him.

Harshly tugging at your hair, you fight with yourself mentally. It was fine, you were fine, you could touch him earlier, so why can’t you now? It feels like your scalp is being ripped apart. It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts -

Something grabs your hands. It’s warm but unwelcoming. Firm enough to stop you but gentle enough it doesn’t hurt.

You hate it.

“Hey.” The voice is deep and scratches the back of your mind. It’s pleasant but the person it belongs to isn’t. Wait. No.

It’s not pleasant. It’s horrible, nails on a chalkboard, making your ears bleed. It makes you want to go deaf. You shut your eyes tight.

This isn’t right.

“...let go. You touched me enough, haven’t you?” Your words come out broken, small. He almost has to strain his ears just to hear you.

“If I do, you'll just hurt yourself again,” Dion states, refusing to let you go. This isn’t romantic. And both of you can’t even pretend that it is.

“... I… I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t ask for this either. I just… wanted some fresh air…,” you trail off, exhaustion catching up. Maybe you’re about to start your period - yeah, that’s it. That explains everything.

You’re just emotional because of the hormones. You’ll be fine in a week from now. This will be a distant memory.

The lie only takes you so far before Dion asks what you meant by that. The first part specifically, and it’s obvious that he’s trying his best not to grip your hands harder.

Dion… he… he wouldn’t blame you, right?

Hah. one moment you’re fearing him and the next you’re hoping he’ll take your side. You don’t know what you want anymore. You want to sleep everything off.

You can’t help but hate him. But as a husband, he should know, but you don’t want him as one -

“... he grabbed me. I - I stomped on his foot before he could go further - he ch-chased me but Grizelda he-helped me… I mean, that’s all he did, so I shouldn’t -”

“He would have done more if you didn’t stop him.”

The fact only makes you curl into yourself. Dion still has a grip on you, not allowing you to escape him. There’s nothing but static in your head. Your body is slowly giving up on you, having to remind yourself to breathe.

You have a family here, a lovely one. A father who cares. A mother who nurtured you, loved you. An older sister who guided you, a younger brother who teases you. You have a family who you love, who loves you.

Yet, resentment has been building up for a while now, hasn’t it? Small amounts of it that are starting to clump together. No, you shouldn’t, you love them.

But even at the thought of them, your breathing becomes slower. More gaps between each breath. You blink.

Secretly, you’re starting to wish that you would drop dead.

…is living worth it when I struggle to keep up?

It’s a dangerous thought. It darkens the corners of your mind the more it echoes in your head. You’re not supposed to be here. This is supposed to be a fictional world.

These people are supposed to be fictional characters.

This setting is supposed to be a dark fantasy, survival first and romance second. The Agriche family are only supposed to be names on the screen, beautifully drawn digital pictures to tell the story. You’re not supposed to be here.

But God has decided to make this your punishment.

Are you willing to do it? After all this mental distress? After wanting to survive and escape this hell - are you willing to do it?

Do you want to?

Living here is death. But your family, they’ll mourn, right? Don’t you want to see them again? Your siblings, your parents - don’t you want to hug and laugh with them?

So, why? Why are you considering -

Because you are weak.

“...” The air is suffocating, something is constricting your throat. Your mouth feels dry and your mind goes blank. You can’t think. The static gets louder and louder, filling your head, ringing in your ears. You were fine earlier.

But now something is tugging at your feet, daring you to stand. It would be easier to just drown at this point. If you’re breaking down just from this… then there really is no hope for you.

Your eyes feel heavy as you force yourself to lift your head and look at bright scarlet. His face looks fuzzy, but your reflection in his eyes is clear. That’s all you can see.

Today, you decide that you hate bright and vivid red the most.

That Fontaine Agriche is enemy number one.

Your mouth moves but you don’t hear your own words. You don’t see your husband’s expression. You can’t even feel the beating of your heart. You feel nothing but the static filling your little head.

The urge to die has begun to resurface.

- - -

“You what?”

Lant’s deep voice becomes lower after hearing the report - unfortunately for everyone involved, a faithful servant to the Black Master overheard and even saw the aftermath of the incident.

It was also that same servant who happened to be in the locked room across from Grizelda’s study when Fontaine showed up to wreak havoc. They had debated opening the door until the sibling’s conversation went on.

They decided to wait it out. To trail behind you and the Master’s daughter. He had planned on appearing sooner once he saw the physical assault, but his gut screamed he would die had he did.

The oldest son stands in front of his father’s desk with his head hanging low. Sweat pools at his temples before slowly sliding down his face. His hands are clammy as a million excuses rush through his head.

He knows that even if he were to tell Lant that you had stomped on his foot, it wouldn’t work for him but against him. Of course, there was a chance you would receive a small punishment for injuring an Agriche, but since it was he who went against Lant’s orders, Fontaine would get the worst of it.

You were off-limits. But the oldest son always had greedy hands.

Grizelda stands off to the side, watching the entire thing unfold. Lant’s faithful servant stands at his side, hands clasped as he awaits for further instruction. Silently she wishes for him to ram his pinky toe into the sharpest corner of a dresser while barefoot.

Fontaine’s men are on their knees, bowing with their head on the floor. The oldest person in the room pays no heed to them. Instead his heated gaze is on his own son.

“F-father… I was just -”

“Silence - I did not give you permission to talk, you fool!” Your father-in-law stands behind his desk as his fist slams down on it, unable to believe that his own flesh and blood would go against his orders. He doesn’t know what punishment to give him.

He doesn’t even want to see his dull face.

“Where is Dion?” He growls out, holding out a cigar for his servant to light. The smell of smoke starts to fill the room after a few puffs.

“He took the Lady with him, Master. I saw them on my way to the training room,” the man dressed in black answers. “He was holding her hand.”

A moment of silence before Lant lets out a laugh. “Is that so? Tell them both to stop by later today. I’m curious as to why he reacted so violently.” Dionn wasn’t exactly known to be emotional - he had little to no interests.

The change in his attitude is clear - anger at Fontaine, slight amusement with Dion. The grey-eyed man grits his teeth in silence. He was the one who got choked!

No-one notices the slight flinch Grizelda gives. This was why she didn’t want to report it - it’ll only cause complications. If her older brother does care about you, then Lant finding out would only bring forth something awful.

You’re a stranger but this wasn’t your fault. You just were a poor soul who got dragged into this hell.

Her stomach churns at thoughts of possibilities of what could happen. Dion was already unsteady deep down - this would only make it worse. What would happen if Lant does something to you?

“Going back to you,” their father looks at Fontaine again, taking a hit of his cigar. He puffs out smoke, doing his best not to physically lash out at him. Everyone waits with bated breath.

“The punishment room isn’t enough for you. You dare touch something that isn’t yours? Go against my orders?”

Lant goes on, watching as his son’s body starts to tremble. It’s a pathetic sight, and could have been avoided if he listened like the good boy he’s supposed to be. “But for now, until I say otherwise, you’re going to be held in a cell without any food or water - I’ll even lash your back personally.”

Another puff as Fontaine’s head whips up, protests on his tongue. He bites the pink and slimy muscle when Lant glares at him. “As for the girl - she’ll be confined to her room for a few days. She should have had a maid with her - what was her name again…?”

“Hana, Master.”

“Right. She needs to be punished too.”

“And what of Young Master Dion, Master Lant?”

The Black Master stops to think. While it’s true he was in the right - after all, you belong to him - he can’t exactly let him get away with attempted murder on a family member. It’s almost tempting, but then, thoughts might start to pop up in his head.

He doubts Dion will ever betray him. But, at one point, he was also a son to a father who trusted him. He was a son who killed his father.

Besides… he’s curious. Why would he react so violently? A man who showed no interest in anything, simply carrying out orders. Something’s not adding up.

Or maybe he’s just stressed right now, with the paperwork due and Fontaine being a fool.

“I’ll send him to the hunting grounds. It’ll take at least a month for him to return,” he answers after taking another puff. “Now, who should I replace that maid with…”

“... I’m regretful to say this, but Hana was sent on an errand by the Young Master when this happened. She was preparing the contraceptives on his orders.”

Lant blinks before sighing. “Right. I forgot about that.” He looks at the stack of papers on his desk - did this really have to happen when so much is due? His teeth grind against each other.

However, before Lant could think of what else to say, the servant spoke up once more. “While we are talking about the Lady… she hasn’t stepped foot in her room once.”

Grizelda’s nails dig into her palms once her father was finally alerted. Still, this could easily be brushed off as Dion simply sleeping with you, addicted to carnal lust. Until that damn man speaks more.

“Even when he’s off on missions, she stays in the Young Master’s room.”

This is a matter that frankly, doesn’t concern Lant. But does that matter? No.

“...interesting. I’ll question them about it later.”

Grizelda’s stomach twists. You’re nothing more than a stranger she pities. So, why? Why is this dread so deeply etched into her bones? You only spoke a handful of times before today - you are nothing to her aside from an in-law on paper.

This isn’t like her.

This doesn’t feel natural.

Oh.

Maybe… something interfered with their faith. With yours.

She scoffs at herself quietly enough that no-one hears. What a stupid thought. Her attention returns to her father. It’s here when he finally speaks to her.

“Grizelda. Tell me, why didn’t you report the incident that made her run into your study?” His accusatory tone is ironically justified, but he doesn’t need to know that. Grizelda has always been a good girl, and she never interacted with you once you moved in.

“I thought it would be best to have her calm down first. I was going to bring it up when we ran into each other in the hallway - but she was still jittery. Please forgive me, father.”

She bows her head before adding, “I’ll accept any punishment you see fit.”

It goes without saying that Lant considers this for a moment. After a beat, he replies with, “Until I say otherwise, stay in your room.” The same punishment as you. Twins!

Grizelda mentally cringes at her uncharacteristic thought. What was she, a child?

“Go and bring them both to me. Now.”

“Yes, Master.”

The servant leaves with a bow. The room goes quiet, panic in everyone’s head. Lant doesn’t dismiss any of them. His footsteps echo in the room until he stops right in front of Fontaine. He puffs smoke directly into his face, causing his son to cough.

“Prepare for the worst if she’s pregnant.”

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bones4thecats · 3 months ago

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┗ Merry Winter!; Future! Rise × F! S/O ┛

Characters: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) A/N: I decided to give Casey Jr. a father in this story for context sake. His name is Jasper Michaels, currently known as Jasper Jones (I just love names that have the same initial). He is an absolute sucker for his wife, Cassandra, and is a great father. I might actually do something special by designing him later on, who knows? Anyways, hope you guys like this! ⇘ Summary: Since the Krang were defeated by you and your lover's family long ago when you were teenagers, you are able to live normal lives. You both married (as best as a mutant and human can) and began your small lineage. But, what is it like spending Christmas with such a mixed family? -> P.S.: Their design refs are lined below this - CREDIT TO ALL ORIGINAL ARTISTS! Raphael - Here / Leonardo - Here / Donatello - Here / Michelangelo - Here

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Rise! Raphael's Favorite Activity: Decorating

❤️ A smile was laced onto Raphael's face as his children danced around the lair's floors. They sang little carols you taught them and threw decorations everywhere. Despite the obvious annoyance of a few members of the family (Donnie), they continued.

❤️ Raphael noticed Michelangelo in the kitchen cooking away, and it just made his smile larger. Meanwhile, you yelled for Raphael to catch you. He looked up and caught your falling form. You always had a habit of decorating the highest spots of your home, so it was practically engraved in his memory where you dropped from to get caught.

❤️ He laughed as you scratched the goatee he grew over the years. Your smaller fingers managed to hit his skin and scratch his unknowing itch, causing gentle clicks to come from his throat. His comfort around you was immeasurable. You smiled back at him and cupped his face, making him stare into your shimmering eyes. The same eyes he pledged the rest of his life too. The same eyes he wants to look into every night and morning.

"Mama! Papa! Look what me and Athena did!" Scooter called.

❤️ You and Raphael looked up, cackling when you saw Splinter walk out of his room with wrapping paper around his feet and a bow on his tail. He smirked pridefully as he walked around, happy his grandchildren saw him as such a wondrous specimen as a present.

"Scooter! Let's go wrap up Uncle Donatello's present!" Athena said, grabbing her little sister's hand and dragging her to their room.

"Goodness, they're a handful." You said, arms around your love's neck as he nodded and chuckled.

"Just like their mother."

"And their father." you taunted back.

❤️ He smirked and hugged you, one arm underneath you and his other around your back. Raphael buried his face into your neck, a tiny hum coming from him as the background music met his ears again.

"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas, Dear."

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Rise! Leonardo's Favorite Activity: Dressing Up

💙 Sitting beside your brother-in-law, Raphael, you laughed as he tossed his nephew in the air and caught her over and over again. Little Casey sat beside his mother, Cassandra, as his father, Jasper, helped in the kitchen.

💙 Turbo, your son, had the same markings as his father, and, due to having Hamato blood in him, he could teleport to a degree. He had to be filled with determination to do so. And, thankfully it didn't happen often. It'd be disastrous for Leonardo and you to handle that little boy if not.

💙 Speaking of your turtle boy, he walked inside, holding a box and handed each of you one. He called out Michelangelo and Jasper, handed them both a box and told everyone to open them. You were all surprised to see matching outfits corresponding with your favorite colors and family.

💙 Leonardo sat beside you and picked up your piece of clothing, a headband with little deer ears poking out. He smirked as he put his own on, antlers and ears poking out, and put one of his son, smaller antlers and ears on his. Everyone put their own pieces on as you spoke, they wondered why Leonardo did this for them all, but you knew exactly why.

💙 He was looking through little things to do with the family just the other night, and while he scrolled through different activities, he found matching outfits. He sent you a picture and you just told him he was a dork. You knew he was thinking of doing this, but so soon?

"Hope you guys like your gifts!" He said.

"You got us all these... clothing items for gifts?" Donatello asked.

"For the first round of gifts, yes."

"Mama, Auntie, look! Casey's Santa and I'm a deer!"

💙 You smiled as Casey and Turbo ran around together, acting like Rudolph was leading Santa's sleigh. Leonardo noticed you laid your head on his shoulder, and he leaned his own on top of yours.

💙 Leonardo may have aged, his markings spreading throughout his body, acting like he had yellow-triangles for facial hair, but he was still the mischievous and snot he was when you started dating.

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Rise! Donatello's Favorite Activity: Making Gifts

💜 Donatello, from the moment you met him and up until current time, adored to make things with his three-fingered hands. Whether it be some kind of technological advancement or a watch for his beloved wife, it all was hand-made and filled with his love for the user.

💜 You had just awoke and noticed your husband wasn't in bed, his glasses missing from his nightstand. After groaning and trying to wake up, you decided to finally go out and check on your three kids. But, when you reached their room, you saw they were gone. Your eyes widened as you began running around in an attempt to locate them.

"Nikola? Galileo? Marie? Where are you three?" you called.

💜 A small set of giggles made it to your ears, to which you cocked an eyebrow and walked towards it. You noticed you made it to the doorway of Donatello's lab. Ever since you first found out you were pregnant with Nikola six years ago, he installed doors, only boosting them when Galileo and Marie found their way in just last year.

💜 Instead of entering and possibly disturbing them, you opened up your phone and checked the security footage inside the lab. You looked around and noticed your husband there with his three kids surrounding him. He spoke and you listened, though this was unknown to your family inside.

"Now, what do we do to prepare for welding?" Donnie asked.

"You make sure your workplace is cleaned up, well-ventilated, and safe from any dangers." Nikola started.

"Yeah! Then you move fluidly to push the melted pool-like stuff back and forth between the two metal pieces. Though, you said to use a figure 8 motion." Marie added.

"You also use shielding gas." Galileo sewed in. "It protects the welded material from air until it's complete."

"Good job, you three. You think Mama will like her present?" He asked, handing each of them a pair of goggles almost identical to his own.

"Yeah!" They cheered, making you smile.

💜 Before they said what your present was, you closed the app. You looked at the wall next to the door and, instead of there being a photograph of Donatello and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., there was one of him, you, your kids, and the robotic turtle all together. Smiles were plastered on your faces as you laughed and sat together.

💜 It's hard to imagine that you could've lived in a world without your four geniuses and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.. But, you're beyond happy that you managed to change that fate for you all.

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Rise! Michelangelo's Favorite Activity: Baking

🧡 When Michelangelo and you found out you were pregnant, it came as a shock to everyone. But, despite being only 20 and new adults in the world, Mikey and you did everything to make sure your daughter, Squirtle, and son, Yoda, were raised in a perfect home. No faults being there, unless his brothers wanted Dr. Delicate Touch to come for a visit.

🧡 Michelangelo and your daughter was a lot like her father, always doing something creative. It was because of this little quirk of hers that he was like a little art-teacher for her. His brothers, father, April, and you handled teaching her more school-things, he handled the hobbies and art-related things.

🧡 Your son on the other hand, was far more in debt on the more traditional parts of schooling. But, Mikey did find ways to bond with him. He brought him on some projects with his sister and father, allowing him to both use his 'planet-sized' brain and artistic ability to help make a mural in the sewers.

🧡 It was because of the qualities your children shared that Mikey liked baking more with them. Yoda was able to keep their measurements and timing perfect while Squirtle handled the decorating of the foods. It didn't matter what it was, meats, desserts, even side-dishes, she managed to make them look delicious, while Yoda made them taste delicious.

🧡 Every year since they were three, you watched them cook with their father. You just leaned on the wall as they moved around as if they were dancing. Michelangelo smiled and raised his mitten-covered hands, high-fiving his kids' matching hands.

🧡 Michelangelo's slightly-long black hair with colorful streaks always made you chuckle, reminding you of when he drew his planned 'future-hairstyle'. But now, seeing it all decked out with frosting and batter, same with your children's faces, just made you laugh.

"Hey, Sugar! We finished the treats. You need to see how Squirt decorated the sugar cookies and how Yoda color-coded them perfectly!" Mikey said, taking his mittens off and dragging you to see their hard-work.

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trashytoastboi · 11 months ago

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🍖Monkey D. Luffy Masterlist🍖

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O - Pre and Post Timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x F! Strong S/O - Pre and Post timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy x Crewmate who has a tendency to wander off

🍖 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Zoro x Tall! F! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Robin, Shanks x S/O - Discovering their S/O is a sea dragon

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji - Reacting to crying S/O who tries to keep everyone happy

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Omega! Zoro, Sanji, Luffy + F! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons – Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Sanji – Reacting to their accident prone S/O

🍖 Scenario: Soul Mate AU! Zoro, Luffy and F! Soul Mate (Poly)

🍖 Scenario: Modern AU! Luffy and Tall! Male! S/O studying together

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Roommate AU! Zoro, Luffy x F! Roommate (Poly)

🍖 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Law, X-Drake – With extremely kind, caring and protective S/O

🍖 Scenario: ABO AU! Pregnant! Omega! Luffy x Tall! M! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons: NSFW and SFW: Luffy with Feminine! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Ace, Sabo, Luffy x F! Reader - #28 Threesome + #38 Bartender AU

🍖 Headcanons: Pre and Post Time Skip – Luffy x Male! S/O with similar personality to Jack Sparrow

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy - #11. Making the other laugh & #28. Threesome

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Law – Meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Crocodile - Cuddling with Introverted! Reader

🍖 Headcanons Law, Luffy, Zoro, Ace x S/O that loves horror

🍖 Scenario: Luffy x Male! S/O with Jack Sparrow personality – Remember Every Scar

🍖 Headcanons: Modern AU! Ace, Luffy, Garp, Dragon as celebrities

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Smoker, Doflamingo, Law – Meeting young Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

🍖 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Luffy with S/O making a wish on a shooting star

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Male! Ex-Marine Lieutenant! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega S/O

🍖 SFW AND NSFW: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega! S/O Who is in heat

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Garp x Sister!/Grandaughter! Reader - Saving her family at Marineford

🍖 Headcanons: Dad AU! Zoro, Luffy, Ace - Sleeping with their infant on their chest

🍖 Headcannons: Sabo, Law, Luffy x S/O - Reaction to their S/O picking up a magical lamp

🍖 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Crocodile, Luffy x Shy! Deaf! Male! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace with Sleepy head S/O – They just love sleeping and taking naps

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starysky1289 · 1 year ago

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Toxic!Stepsis!Vanessa X Reader. Pulled over

TW: toxic relationship, degradation, duncon

You were speeding, you knew it. It was late at night going down some old country road, but you had to get home before Steve did. Your awful stepfather would give you an earful about coming home late and why you should act better even though you were an adult. You though you where in the clear, before the whine of a siren stopped you.

“ fuck..”

You pulled over slowly, digging through your purse for your license and registration. You rolled down your window and waited for the officer to step towards your car.

“ I’m sorry officer, I know I’m speeding, I’ve just gotta get home, here’s my stuff “

“ well if it isn’t my sleezy little step sister. Why do you gotta get back to your mommy’s house so fast? “

“ ….. Vanessa…I don’t want a earful from Steve about coming home late “

Vanessa clicked her tounge, leaning against your car. she was in her uniform, with the blue work shirt, black pants, and that ridiculous black tie. You could go on about how you saw no use in it, but there were other issues right now.

“ he’s your father, respect him. “

“ he’s Your father. I don’t have to respect him. “

“ don’t get an attitude with me Y/N. “

“ fuck you vanessa. “

She growled slightly, opening your car door.

“ Step out of the vehicle. I’ll need to..speak with you about your attitude. “

You groan, unbuckling and stepping out of the car. Vanessa grabbed your arms and pushed you against the car door, grinding against your rear.

“ What are you doing-! “

“ your not too good at keep quiet. Keep quiet or I’ll make you “

She pulled off you, dragging you to the patrol car, you heard a small click come from the chest, as she pushed you into the back of the car. You desperately tried to fight against her, but she bit down in your throat, making you losen your grip against her.

“ yeah..my slutty little sister melts for me…”

She cuffed you to the bars in the back of the car, you tried your push against her, but she’d kiss you and you’d melt again.

“ w-why are you doing this…”

“ I can do whatever I want with you. I’m the law. “

“ but why now..why not l-later..I don’t want to be yelled at. “

She moved her hands down your body, stopping to massage your breasts through your shirt.

“ i would love nothing more than for my father to yell at you, I hope he kicks you out too. Cause then the only place you’d have to go is to me. You can hardly keep a job, you hardly have any money. Your worthless. “

You had small tears form around your eyes, you wanted to scream and cry and run from her but you couldn’t. You where enjoying this to much, the degradation, the humiliation.

Vanessa pulled your sweatpants and undergarments down with one swift pull. She pushed past you and sat besides you in the car, closing the door as she did.

“ there, see? Nice and comfy back here huh? Keep it that way so the folks we bring in don’t kill themselves thrashing around. “

Vanessa dragged her fingers along your bare thighs, gripping them suddenly every few moments. You groans against her touch, you needed to get out, to go home and not think of how she made you feel anymore. Your mind melted, leaning back into the seat, slowly losing the picture of Vanessa, it became replaced with someone else

“ f-feels..feels s’good… o-oh Mary~…..”

“ fucks Mary? “

Your trance was quickly broken, as you looked over at Vanessa, who stared at you with anger running through her gaze.

“ s-someone I’ve been s-seeing…I was..was coming home from her place…”

“ really? I thought you where mine. “

“ we’re step- “

You felt a stinging pain against your thigh, and another, and another. You’d cry at Vanessa slaps, yanking on the cuffs.

“ I don’t care what we are. Your body. You. Belong to me, and that’s all you’ll ever belong to. “

Her voice was low, like a growl in your ear. She moved her hand to your pussy, slamming two fingers in. You moaned, thrusting your waist against her, you hated how it felt just hated it, but she was so good at it, you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure.

“ yeah, has she touched you yet? “

“ n-no…”

“ does she even realize how needy you are? How much loving you need to be held together~? “

You didn’t answer her, just trying to melt back into the soft moment you had, but Vanessa would keep pulling you out of it. She slid another finger in, and bit down your revealed shoulders.

“ you need to be trained, you need to be owned. Your nothing but a pretty toy arnt you? And you melt when your step sister fucks you huh? “

“ y-yes..yes I love it! “

“ so we don’t need Mary do we~? “

You went quiet again, your head was morphed to the thought of her, how good her fingers felt curling into your sensitive G-Spot, how deep she’d bite, you loved all of it, you loved being owned, even if it was by her.

You felt yourself getting closer, your moans grew louder and heavier. You pulled against the restraints, words fell out of your mouth as your tried to blabber a beg.

“ P-please I need..n-need it so bad…m-make m c-cum nessy please m-make m-me cum…”

“ already you rembered to beg this time. But not yet. “

Vanessa pulled out, you whimpered as she moved to get as between your legs as she could in the car. She ran her tongue through your folds, and your moans poured out again.

“ V-Vanessa! Please i-i need to c-cum, please just p-pretty please! “

She only nods, focusing on how her tounge runs through your folds, sucking on your overly sensitive clit. With one final moan, you felt yourself cum, and the rush of orgasmic pleasure filled your veins.

“ so good for me…so..ill ask you again…do you need Mary anymore, when you can just have me whenever? “

“ a-ah….no…I-i…I don’t need her…”

Vanessa smirked, and kissed you gently, undoing your cuffs.

“ good. I’ll message my dad, say I saw you stuck in traffic, here’s your pants and such. Get going. “

You quickly pulled your pants on, walking out of the vehicle and towards yours. You glanced back at her, as she stepped into the drivers seat, pulling away without looking at you again. As you settled into your seat, you sighed, pulling away to drive to your parents home.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly smut #toxic!vanessa #stepsis!vanessa #tw degradation #tw toxic relationship #tw dubcon

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nights-at-crystarium · 1 year ago

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. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Vivien Rell Nicknames: Vivi Age: 23 ARR - 26 ShB (he lives and ages further, his story just spends years of real time in ShB) Nameday: 9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Race: Wildwood Elezen Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: Ash blonde Eyes: Cold whitish yellow, naturally glow in the dark Skin: Fair Tattoos/scars: None (My addition: Abnormally short for an elezen, slim, funky long limbs)

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Elezen mother and father, alive and well, but wip Siblings: Older sister Grandparents: tbd/wip In-laws and Other: None Pets: Red chocobo Paprika

. S K I L L S ∙ ✦

Abilities: Standard dragoon stuff, monoclass. In ShB he starts testing custom spells that look like stars and inky darkness, based on his own aether Hobbies: Reading tales, novels and other fiction, keeping a journal, fishing, tailoring/designing outfits. Vivi has a personal tailor/designer that's stationed in Gridania, therefore isn't always available, so he had to learn the basics for himself

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Sincere, emotionally intelligent Most Negative Trait: Fickle, unreliable

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, grey, muted browns Smells: Grass, forest, lumber, sun-heated straw (scent from his childhood when he'd wallow on the roof of his home), sea breeze, bread and pastry, cosmetics, freshly printed papers Textures: Smooth rocks and glass pebbles polished by water, grains and beans in a bag, soft young leaves, fabric of his own clothes, metal accessories like buttons, spikes, necklaces, chains Drinks: Fruit-flavored teas, coffee with milk or cream, iced drinks, smoothies and juices

. O T H E R D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Tried once, didn't like it Drinks: Has a rather high alcohol tolerance, enjoys it in company, or to cope alone after a shitty day. Not addicted. Drugs: Definitely tried some stuff out of curiosity, not addicted Mount Issuance: Paprika is still wip, due to her being a red chocobo she's unlikely to have come from a grand company, probably a special gift Been Arrested: Probably been. I genuinely haven't thought about it yet, so wip

Tagged by @tinygamertris , thank you :> Tagging @just-a-nerdd @backseatfishing @absolem0 though only if you want. Anyone else who sees and wants to do this, go for it!

#vivien rell #text post

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ahollowgrave · 1 year ago

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-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light. Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender. Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks. Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people. In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person. Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises.

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her. Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red. Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No. Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing. Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul. Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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#Character Sheet #Odette Hollows #AhhHHHHHHHHHHH #Sorry if I tagged you and you've already been tagged or if you already did it and I reblogged it I panic about tagging people in these #but I love to be tagged so feel like I should make an effort to tag others!!#you understand #anyway behold the girl i love her so much #also I swapped odette's facepaint to the blush #and I think it is SO CUTE #edit: the typos.... the typos....

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absolem0 · 1 year ago

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. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Sol Adventus Nicknames: none Age: 26 Nameday: 7th Sun of the 3d Umbral Moon Race: Raen Au ra Gender: Male Orientation: tbd Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: off white since the end of Shb (dark purple/blue, almost black before) Eyes: Odd eyes due to light corruption- left eye dark teal, right eye light teal. White limbal rings, white pupils. Skin: brown Tattoos/scars: light corruption marks all over, one scar down the chest on the left side Addition: Unusually long tail from birth, only got longer in Shb

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Raen father from Thavnair (dead), Raen mother from Kugane (alive) Siblings: Older sister (dead), younger brother (missing) Grandparents: grandmother on mother's side, both grandparents on father's side In-laws and Other: None Pets: only his chocobo Eshu Addition: almost always accompanied by Midgarsormr (not the big one, the little one). Since EW - by blue starbird and "mount" Arion.

. S K I L L S∙ ✦

Abilities: Archer, naturally evolved into Bard. Is proficient White Mage. Over expansions gets experience (willingly or not) with other classes and can be reluctantly considered an "all rounder". Bard and White Mage being his only main jobs. Has a high affinity to wind aspected aether. Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, carpentry, poisons, aetherology.

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Reliable, protective Most Negative Trait: Avoids emotional conflict (sometimes even physically)

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, light blue, green Smells: ripe fruits, "forest" smells, the smell of "cold snowy weather in the morning", warm wood that has been on sun. Textures: cool touch of the blade of his dagger, feathers, thick but soft fabric, paper. Drinks: Tea, juice, likes trying out new (non alcoholic) drinks wherever he goes.

. O T H E R D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Never tried Drinks: Prefers heavy drinks, but in measured amount. Doesn't get drunk easy, and rarely feels relaxed enough to. Drugs: Had some hand in hallucinogenic poisons, but was quickly dissuaded from venturing deeper into that territory. Mount Issuance: Eshu, grey colored chocobo. Has enough experience to help out in any battle, enjoys chasing small critters. Been Arrested: By all laws of Gridania he should have been arrested for illegal hunting, but somehow never was. And afterwards who would be arresting a Warrior of Light.

Tagged by @nights-at-crystarium :D Tagging @shirtlesslizard @ksilberne @shavothehusky if you're feeling up to it :3. And also I am tagging my every ffxiv follower who sees this post, feel free to do it!

#ffxiv #oc time #god I took so long because I kept forgetting to check sol's nameday date #and I need to draw a non meme art for him it was a struggle to find good picture with his face #damn #au ra

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bluemari23 · 1 year ago

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Can you please write bts reaction when their crush's niece or nephew (19 months old) says their name? I have a niece who is the same age, and I managed to get her to say Suga!!! It was sooo cute🥰🥰

omg so I also managed to get my younger nephew (when he was a baby) to say suga! it was the absolute cutest thing ever!!

also, I kind of changed it from their crush to their s/o because I was finding trouble trying to write it. I hope that's okay!

Namjoon

He can't help but to watch you as you play with your niece. You both were babysitting while your sister and brother-in-law were out for a date night.

"Okay, now who is your favorite uncle?" He hears you question your niece, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion, knowing you only have one brother.

He moves closer to hear what's going on better, only for him to hear your niece begin to chant his name.

"Joon! Joon! Joon!"

"Good job baby!" Namjoon absolutely swoons, running up to you both and taking your niece from your arms, swinging her around as she claps her hands.

Jin

"So, we don't have any more fruit, but we do have some yogurt?" Jin questions as he turns to you, where you stand at the kitchen island holding your nephew on your hip.

"That'll work!" You exclaim, just happy there is something in the fridge your fruit hungry nephew will eat.

"Now, why don't you hold him while I get his high chair from the living room." You hand Jin your nephew and go to the living room, leaving your two favorite boys alone.

"Now, it'll be our little secret, huh?" Jin whispers to your nephew, handing him a small little spoonful of whip cream before reaching for the yogurt.

"Jinjinjinjin." You nephew babbles, but all Jin hears is his name.

"BAby! He said my name!" Jin yells out, your nephew still repeating his name to varying different cadences and tones.

"Oh yeah, ive been trying to teach him." Your nonchalant tone is ignored by him, as he jumps up and down with your nephew in excitement.

Yoongi

Daycare was filled with f many children but he couldn't find your niece. He was the one supposed to pick her up from daycare today, seeing as you had a last minute appointment.

"Hello, I'm here for (niece's name)." Yoongi say's to the first worker he can find, but is ignored in favor of the man chasing after a running toddler.

"Uh, okay." Yoongi just keeps moving forward, only to see your niece wobbling toward him, yelling his name, well, a version of it."

"Yooni. Yooni. Yooni." Oh my god, Yoongi doesn't think he's seen anything cuter than you, but maybe your niece wins this round.

"Hi, baby." He coos, picking her up in his arms and giving her a kiss on her temple.

"Did your auntie teach you my name?" He questions before humming to himself as he carries your niece and her bag to the door.

Hoseok

"Now, are you sure I'm doing this right, baby?"

"Yes Hobi, I promise." You watched as your husband tried to wrangle your nephew into his onesie for bed. It was a little funny for you, seeing as your nephew didn't want to go to bed and knew that you both were trying to get him to bed.

"Obi Obi Obi!" Your nephew chants in-between giggles, think his uncle was playing with him. His words stops Hoseok in his tracks, knowing your nephew was saying his name, or well, as best as he could.

Hoseoks, head whips around to look at you, a sheepish smile on your lips as your surprise for him kind of failed, but still ended up working.

"Uh, surprise?" You give him a grin, listening as your nephew continues to chant your husbands name.

It takes a couple more long minutes before your nephew is dressed and in bed before Hoseok is upon you and presses kiss after kiss on your lips in excitement and happiness.

Jimin

"Now, little one, say Minie." Jimin pleads with your niece again, trying to get her to say his name before she says your brothers name. He is determined to be the favorite uncle (even if you're not married yet).

She just continues to giggle, thinking he is playing a game with her as he bounces her up and down in his lap. His facial expressions of dramatic despair aren't really helping his plans either.

"Please, for uncle Minie" He tries again, only to get more giggling and a small hit to his cheek as a reply.

You can't help but feel a little bad for your fiancé. So you decide to show him what you've been working on the past couple weeks when he was away on tour.

"Alright, babygirl. Why don't we show uncle Minie what we've been working on, huh?" You sit behind Jimin, leaning on his shoulder as your niece listens and reveals your surprise.

"My Minie!" She practically screams at him as she jumps at him, almost knocking him back from the force of her excitement.

Jimin's eyes are wide, mouth open in shock as holds her to his chest. It takes him a couple of seconds, but then he moves quickly, holding both you and your niece in his arms and almost bouncing in excitement.

Taehyung

"You know, love, I don't think I'm doing this right?" You turn away from stirring the soup on the stove to see your nephew literally hanging and swinging from your boyfriend's arm.

You can't help but let out a small laugh at the expression of confusion on your boyfriend's face, and the happiness on your nephew's.

You turn back around, turning the stove off and moving the soup to let it cool down before turning back to your two guys, watching as your nephew tries to climb up onto Taehyung's shoulders.

"tae tae tae tae tae." Your nephew repeats, something you're not sure your boyfriend can even hear as he talks over your nephew.

"Is he supposed to do this? How is he this strong already? Doesn't he need to take a nap?" Your boyfriend just continues to ramble, unsure of himself until he stops.

"TAE!" Your nephew is yelling now, pulling at his hair, trying to get his attention.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" Taehyung's eyes are wide, his body frozen as he stares over at you, now noticing the smile growing on your lips.

"I taught him how to say your name while you were out with Jungkook."

As soon as those words leave your lips, Taehyung, with your nephew still clinging to him, moves over and cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply on the lips causing a noise of disgust to leave your nephews lips.

Jungkook

"Do it again!"

"Please, (nephew's name)!" Jungkook pleads with your nephew as he walks into the room, holding your nephew against his chest and walking your way.

"Show your aunt what you did, please!" Jungkook continues his pleading, making the grin on your nephews lips grow wider as he enjoys the "game" they're playing.

"What did he do, exactly?" You question, the side of your lip tilted up as you try not to smile, knowing exactly what your nephew was doing, you having put him up to it.

"He said my name!" Jungkook exclaimed, excitement lacing his tone as he looks at you.

"Oh, did he?" You question teasingly, pretending you don't believe him.

"Yes!" He turns back to your nephew, "Now, don't be shy, show auntie what you did?"

It seems your nephew had enough teasing, and decided it was time to say it again.

"Kookie!" Your nephew claps his hands, proud of himself as Jungkook bounces him in his arms, happy that he didn't imagine what happened.

"See!"

"Yes, baby. I see." You smile at your favorite men.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

#bts #bts au #bts x reader #boyfriend bts #fluff #bts headcanons #bluemari23

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sarahowritesostucky · 1 year ago

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📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1066

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, age gap (18/30), enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

1. A Contract of Engagement

Chapter Summary: It’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. “Please, mom” Bucky says softly. “Please don't make me do this."

Bucky sits despondently on one of the front parlor’s settees.

“Nobody,” he tells his mother, but of course she already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. Bucky hasn’t had interest in courting anyone, and nobody in society has expressed any interest in him. Not since his accident, leastways. His now-lame arm and the scarring that creeps up the left side of his neck have managed to dampen the interest he used to get from suiters. “I don’t want to marry, certainly not now. I’m eighteen for Christ’s sake.”

Winnifred sighs, the pen that she’s had poised in-hand lowering. “James, I love you and I’m sorry, but now is when you have to do it. You’re done convalescing from the accident, and thank God for that. Your finishing school is over, you need to do this.”

“Why?”

Bucky’s mother has never been one to suffer his bullshit. She shoots him a glare. “You know why. It’s only a matter of time before your father’s misconduct is made public knowledge. Once Frank Castle—”

“Don’t say his name.”

“Once that man testifies before congress, your father is sure to be ousted. Weapons smuggling, James? You’ll be completely ineligible. No one will have you.”

“No one like us, you mean. Not everyone has to marry into the Senate, mother,” Bucky snaps. “Christ, we’re probably all inbred at this point.”

“James!”

“I have plans. I want to go to university!” He throws his hands up. “Who even marries their beta first anyway? What’s wrong with this guy that he can’t find an omega?”

“Please,” his mother scoffs. “Captain Rogers is a very reputable gentleman.”

“You don’t know him!” Bucky stands up from the couch, walking restlessly over to the fireplace. “Please tell me you haven’t written to him already?” Winnifred tenses, but then she seems to steel herself and she nods tersely. Bucky curses. “Mother!”

“It needed to be done, James. There are no other prospects and Captain Rogers—”

“Ugh, stop calling him that. What’s his name?”

Winnie purses her lips. “He’s the Lord Steven of House Rogers, and you will be respectful, James.”

Bucky huffs. “Well I’m the Lord James of House Barnes and I—”

“You’re the lord of nothing!” Winnie snaps, standing up from her chair at the writing desk. She’s glaring at Bucky now. “And you never will be, if you don’t marry this man. We’re about to lose everything. Your father has seen to that. Soon House Barnes won’t exist. There will be elections—elections, James! Can you even believe it? We’ll all be common.”

Bucky looks away. “What’s so wrong with that?” he mumbles.

“Maybe nothing for you. Maybe you could manage, go off to university and make something of yourself despite it all, but think of your sisters. They won’t be able to marry well, and they’re omega, so what are they supposed to do? Take positions as shop girls? Ladies’ maids?”

Bucky’s heart lurches and his eyes shoot back to his mother, reproachful. “That’s not fair.”

Winnie’s features soften in sympathy. “I know, Sweetheart, I know.” She gets up and comes over to him, the long hem of her dress brushing the carpet as she goes. She pulls him into a hug and Bucky can’t help but to lean into her. “Oh, Bucky,” Winnie mourns, using his nickname for once. “You’ve always been such a little grownup. Sometimes I forget how young you really are. But life isn’t fair, and I’m afraid this might be where you have to start learning that.”

“Don’t make me do this, mom,” Bucky whispers into the perfumed fall of her hair, though even as he’s saying it, he knows it’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. House Barnes has held one of New Jersey’s two seats since the very inception of the Senate. A hundred and twenty years of tradition, gone down the toilet because of Bucky’s reckless father. “Please,” he says softly. “There has to be something else we can do.”

“It’ll be alright,” Winnie tells him, pulling away from the hug and looking him in the eye. “I promise you. I’ve corresponded with Captain Rogers for several weeks now, and I’m confident he’ll make a good husband for you.”

Bucky shakes his head, angry all over again. “No! He won’t. How could he? I don’t even know him!”

It’s a silly argument, really, since many men of Bucky’s stature enter into arranged marriages. But even still, Bucky is beta: He’s always had this luxurious assumption that he’d be able to fool around for a decade longer than most; get educated, make mistakes, have fun. And now that he’s finally come of age and is on the precipice of actually getting to do those things, he has to go off and marry some old man he’s never met?

The reality of it is worse than a bucket of cold water to the head. “I don’t want to marry a fucking stranger,” he grumps.

“Really, Bucky. Don’t use foul language.”

“And I don’t want to marry some old man.” At his mother's raised eyebrow, he says, “Well he must be old if he’s already assumed the seat?”

“He’s young, actually,” Winnie counters haughtily. “Quite young. Thirty."

"Oh, is that all?" Bucky scowls at the carpet. Thirty, Christ. "When did he assume the seat?"

"Two sessions ago. Senator Sarah Rogers had a state funeral, James. I’d have expected you to remember it.”

Bucky waves his left arm in disdain, showing off his crippled hand. “Forgive me my 'preoccupation' these past few sessions, mother." He regrets his tone as he sees hurt flash across Winnifred's face. Dropping his hand, he sighs and looks away. "This is House Rogers of New York we're discussing, I take it?"

"The sister-seat to House Wilson, yes,” Winnie says, expression perking up as she hurries back to her desk to fetch up the stack of correspondences. “Here, I have his letters if you’d like to—”

“No,” Bucky says curtly. He straightens up and makes to leave the room. “I don’t need to read them. It’s fine. Just arrange everything and tell me when to show up.”

“Oh, Honey …”

“Don’t,” Bucky says tersely. “Just don’t. It is what it is. Guess I’m moving to New York.”

He leaves the room, and assumes that his mother writes another letter to the Lord Rogers, confirming their engagement.

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twistedamoureux · 2 months ago

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F/O LIST

Welcome to the Garden, care to smell the Roses? 💚

This is my list of f/o's and our relationship types <3 i hope you enjoy! This list can be updated at any time

minors + RPF DNI with my account

Please view the end of the list for a glossary. This will explain some verbiage used!

NON-SHARING

🌱 V1 ;; Ultrakill ;; Toxic Wavership, Homicidal Ideation Reasons

🌱 V2 ;; Ultrakill ;; Toxic Wavership, NPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 Minos Prime ;; Ultrakill ;; Polyamorous Wavership, Caregiver

🌱 Sisyphus Prime ;; Ultrakill ;; Polyamorous Wavership, Caregiver

🌱 Bert/Bertha Bunyip ;; Animatronic Objectum ;; Polyamorous Romantic, Caregiver

🌱 pAInter ;; PRESSURE ;; Queer Platonic, Flip, BPD Reasons

🌱 Sebastian Solace ;; PRESSURE ;; Toxic Romance, Disability Caregiver, BPD Reasons

🌱 Sonic.EXE ;; Creepypasta ;; Undefined, Dating, Coping Selfship, HPD Reasons

🌱 Lucille ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Romantic, Caregiver, DPD Reasons

🌱 Syringeon ;; Garten of BanBan ;; Toxic Wavership, Coworker/Boss, DPD Reasons

🌱 BitterGiggle ;; Garten of BanBan ;; Undefined, Freshly Dating

🌱 AM ;; IHNMAIMS ;; Toxic Undefined, Yet to Confess

🌱 MC ;; MysticMessanger ;; Obsessive, Dating, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Saitama ;; One Punch Man ;; Undefined, Dating

🌱 Daniel ;; CampCamp ;; Obsessive, Wavership, Coping/Trauma/Kintype Reasons

🌱 Ada Mesmer ;; IdentityV ;; Married, General Caregiver, Delusional/Kintype/Trauma Reasons, DPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 Alvida ;; One Piece ;; Freshly Dating, Captain

🌱 Greta Evans ;; The Boy ;; Undefined, Dating?, Kintype Reasons, DPD Reasons

🌱 Vincent ;; FNAF (Personal AU) ;; Semi-Toxic Wavership, Fiancé

🌱 Odette ;; Leap ;; Romantic Pining, Eachother's Disability Caregivers

FRIENDS-ONLY SHARING

🌱 Roxanne Wolf ;; FNAF Security Breach ;; Queer Platonic Toxic Yaouri, Flip

🌱 KinitoPet ;; AI/Tech Wavership, BPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 GLaDOS ;; Portal ;; Toxic Wavership, Caregiver (Possible Flip), NPD Reasons

🌱 William Afton ;; FNAF ;; Father Figure, Delusional/Fictivism Reasons

🌱 Crying Child/Evan Afton ;; FNAF ;; Younger Brother, Fictivism Reasons

🌱 Elizabeth Afton ;; FNAF ;; Younger Sister, Fictivism Reasons

SENSITIVE WITH SHARING

Sea Serpent ;; Disney 1959 Submarine Voyage ;; Polyamorous Queer Platonice

Ferryman ;; Ultrakill ;; Wavership, Gorefriend

PHEN-228 ;; The Boiled One Phenomenon ;; Gorefriend, Toxic Wavership, Flip

T.O.E ;; The Boiled One Phenomenon ;; Familial In A Sense

🌱 Félicie Milliner ;; Leap ;; Step-Child

🌱 Victor ;; Leap ;; Son-In-Law

SHARING DEPENDS

This doesn't mean I'm not non-sharing or not okay with sharing these f/os, they just have special cases when it comes to sharing

🌱 Raul ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Romantic Pining, Yet to Confess, Regression Babysitter, Shared Objectum

🌱 Emile ;; Un Mosntre á Paris ;; Crushing/Bordering Pining, Regression Babysitter

🌱 Maud ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Crushing/Bordering Pining, Regression Babysitter, Often Disability Caregiver

🌱 Eyeless Jack ;; Creepypasta ;; Semi-Toxic Romantic(?), Kintype Reasons, NPD4NPD Reasons

🌱 Slenderman ;; Creeptpasta ;; Romantic(?), Kintype Reasons

🌱 ZALGO ;; Creepypasta ;; Undefined, Pining/Yet to Confess, Kintype/Coping Reasons, HPD Reasons

🌱 Hot Pants ;; JJBA pt.7 ;; Romantic/Fiancé, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Francis Fitzgerald ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Pining/Yet to Confess, Cowoker/Boss

🌱 Nathaniel Hawthorne ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; He's In-Denial, Confessed but Complicated

🌱 Atsushi Nakajima ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Romantic, Kintype Reasons, PTSD Reasons

🌱 Chuuya Nakahara ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Married, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Shrimpo ;; Dandy's World ;; Yet to Confess, Toxic Friendship(?), Bipolar Reasons

OKAY WITH SHARING

🌱 Tank ;; Animal Crossing ;; Complicated/Queer Platonic, Caregiver

🌱 Prototype ;; REGRETEVATOR ;; Pining of Sorts, General Caregiver

🌱 Mommy Longlegs ;; Poppy Playtime ;; Semi-Pining, General Caregiver, BPD Reasons

🌱 Granny ;; Granny ;; Grandmother, Coping/Trauma Reasons

🌱 Granpda ;; Granny: Chapter Two ;; Granfather, Coping/Trauma Reasons

🌱 Steve ;; Minecraft ;; Toxic Romance, Kintype Reasons, NPD Reasons

🌱 Yoshikage Kira ;; JJBA pt.4 ;; Married, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Scyther ;; Pokémon ;; Familial/Friendship

🌱 Kuro ;; One Piece ;; Toxic of Sorts, Yet to Confess

🌱 Francœur ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Best Friend, Semi-Babysitter

UNSURE FEELINGS

🌱 Huggy Wuggy ;; Poppy Playtime

🌱 Siren Sara ;; Willy's Wonderland

🌱 Pomni ;; The Amazing Digital Circus

🌱 Jax ;; The Amazing Digital Circus

🌱 Bendy / Ink Monster ;; Bendy and The Ink Machine ;; Rekindling interest

SELF-INSERTS

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GLOSSARY

Wavership

„ a relationship that fluctuates or is fluid between different kinds of relationships ”

Flip

„ a term used for when one is both a caregiver and regressor ”

Queer Platonic

“ an emotionally committed relationship that contains prioritization that may usually be seen in a romantic relationship but these relationships are not romantic. it can be sexual, however ”

Kintype Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons relating to a kintype. often, but not always, meaning i have a kin within the media shared ”

Fictivism Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons relating to my fictivism. often, but not always, meaning i am introjected from within the media shared ”

Coping/Trauma Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons of a coping mechanism or due to trauma. this means i am using the f/o to cope with part of my trauma that tends to, but not always, directly relate to the character ”

Delusuinal Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is caused by delusions. it is due to almost always my delusional attachment(s) ”

Toxic (x, y, z)

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship with an f/o is toxic to any degree. this does not mean an abusive relationship in most cases ”

Pining

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship with an f/o is bordering on a relationship. i am still within the process of telling them how i feel but closer than a crush”

Undefined

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship has no real label to it. it can still be romantic or platonic but me and said f/o prefer to simply just say we're together and leave it at that ”

[ Disorder ] Reasons

„ a term used in this list to describe the fact that said f/o helps me with symptoms of a disorder i may struggle with. generally also falls under coping reasons as well but specifically disorder based ”

Yet to Confess

„ a term used in this list to define the fact i am on the brink of confession but have yet to do it. closest thing to being in a relationship and is a farther ahead step than pining ”

HPD

„ Histrionic Personality Disorder ”

BPD

„ Borderline Personality Disorder ”

NPD

„ Narcissistic Personality Disorder ”

DPD

„ Dependant Personality Disorder ”

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