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blueparadis · 2 years ago

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❝ HAUNTED ❞ + XAVIER THORPE !

+. CWs —» f!reader, switch!reader, outcast!reader, fluff, she/her pronouns, mutual pining, sexual tension, family drama, flirting, manipulation, mentions of abuse, blood, wounds & therapy, flashbacks in italics, supernatural themes ; explicit smut, s & d dynamics, bottom-dom!xavier, cowgirl position; word count-3.5k

+. PRECIS —» Xavier Thorpe has finally found the girl of his dreams after being haunted by her.

+. NOTES —» this is for my beloved sister @zoraedits ’s brainrot contribution.she won't stop making edits on him. && I'm tagging @orchid3a cuz i luv u

you can browse more of my works here. || also available in AO(III). reblogs and comments are very much appreciated.

feel free to send in thirsts and suggestions for this show, Wednesday. This is my first time writing for shows like this; my main fandom spectrum is animanga but I do hope this was a good read for ya’all as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3.

The table calendar was full of red inks all over, dirt sedimented on the sketchbook, and the pencils laid in the case in absolute solitude. Xavier looked at the calendar kept on his desk near his bed in all despondency and a heavy sigh escaped from his lips. It has been days since he stepped into his studio, have not touched his art accessories for almost a month. One thing was for sure, he was plagued by visions in his dreams but this time it was nothing demising.

This time his sketchbooks were not filled by a monster, this time he was not afraid to draw rather he was drawn to it; part of him was stoked while sketching while a part of him was reluctant to draw the whole picture. He had spent countless sleepless nights before, not resorting to sleeping as he was threatened by nightmares. And now his sleep was peaceful as if entering into the realm of dreamland.

Xavier was sure that his mind was captured by a girl who came to visit him in his sleep, never showing her face, only showing herself in bits and pieces. He had spent his childhood receiving showers of praise for his talent for drawing but the origin was never happy. Of course, he enjoyed it and liked to show off his talent for art but secretly he wished his power would vanish into oblivion, for it was never pleasant.

People say that the art of someone reflects one’s persona, one’s raw feelings but Xavier always begged to differ since those memories, those incidents were never his. There always had been a wave of remorse that washed over him after he stepped out of his art studio since the praises he received never belonged to him.

Many were astoundingly taken aback by his knack for drawing and suggested he pursue art, to be a renowned artist but he knew he would lose all the glory once he stopped having those dreams. Moreover, he did not always have such dreams so the possibility of waking up one day and being unable to paint and as a result, staring at a blank canvas scared him to death. Heck! He even considered going to Doctor Kinbott so that his sanity would not be hanging by thread.

For the last couple of weeks, he has been dreaming of odd landscapes. Xavier had never seen them in his life yet he saw how the dusky crimson hue smothered the snowy mountain ranges, how the clouds gathered before the arrival of a rainstorm, how the birds sang songs and all the owes and pangs of nature. One thing he could conclude from those dreams was that whoever it belonged to was a chaser of freedom, that is, was a soarer of the sky.

Xavier had not told anyone about his dreams, nor put them on paper to ease his mind. What would he tell? What would he draw? Last night was particularly odd concerning the regular pattern of his dreams. He dreamt of falling from a high cliff into the water and a broken wing. When he woke up, he was all soaked, even his bed, and his olfactory senses did not miss the subtle scent of stagnant water. He was breathing rashly as if he was the one who drowned as if he was the one to fall.

He closed his eyes and tried to recapitulate his dream, searching for a mark, searching for a recognizable feature, searching for something, anything, anything at all. His desperation knew no bounds when left his dorm and rushed into his studio in the middle of the night since somewhere at the corner of his hopeless heart he knew he found one, a ray of hope.

A lot of crumbled papers surrounded Xavier as he tried accumulating the pieces from his puzzled mind. Around two o’clock he left his studio on his bicycle, the paper where he drew tucked in his pocket. He was sure he had witnessed the scenery before unlike the others. When he finally reached the top of the highland, he witnessed the view from his most recent dream.

The only thing that engulfed his presence was the sound of the waterfall echoing through the woods. He noticed a pond nearby and an adjacent high plateau near it. It was higher from where he was standing. After looking around for a few minutes he figured that there was no way to go there unless one swam through the stream or flew toward it.

On his way back, he felt happy, he felt sane. At least he had proof of the existence of a creature that haunted him, even in his wake. Xavier showered before going to bed just to clear his head before a good night's sleep. He kept a white feather as a bookmark in his sketch pad while a smile smothered his face. He was right. He was haunted by a fairy-like creature.

“Two cappuccinos”, Xavier mumbled as he went back to the counter at Weathervane. It was another event where all the students of Nevermore set foot into the world of normies to carry on the ties between two polar opposite worlds. But no matter how much one tried, the other always tried to retaliate. Their relationship was always on a tightrope, it could snap at any moment. And it certainly did.

“And you did not bother to tell me about this. . .”, Principal Weems trailed off as she left her seat, walked past her desk, and inclined against it, “until everyone in town became aware of it.”

“I thought I was going to be called insane or bullied. Last time I told something about my dreams, I found myself behind the bars.”, he responded, keeping his eye on the ground. Principal Weems exhaled grudgingly. She had no grounds to punish this boy since he was not entirely wrong. Hence, Xavier was dismissed with mere detention.

Xavier was forbidden from the school campus for a week. Everyone felt sorry for him, in his situation but secretly he could not be happier because he had all the time to draw, sketch, paint and think — and it was all about her, y/n.

That day at the café, Xavier was the sole witness of a crime. It happened so quickly, so fast that all she could do was succumb to her fate. A man was standing near the corner of the kitchen with his back facing Xavier. Xavier was not supposed to be here but he had to fetch some ingredients for making pastries and cupcakes.

As the man turned around, Xavier saw a bloodied butcher's knife in his hand. Near his feet lay a girl with a bloodied back the blood quickly spread all over her blouse. She stood motionless, like a statue. The eye contact was merely for two seconds and he immediately smashed the sugar jar on his head, distracting him, to tackle her out of the way.

The other townies turned up for help. Not all people in the world came to be cruel and heartless. All Xavier did was contact Principal Weems so that she could swiftly take care of this matter, which she had to otherwise the reputation of the Nevermore Academy would be in danger. The girl was taken to a nearby hospital.

Y/n L/n was her name. After the untimely death of her parents, she was raised by her uncle, by a normal family. Naturally, when she began to bloom, she was forced to be normal. One would think she tried to run, tried to hide or fight but Alas! none was the case for this matter. She felt indebted to her uncle and his family, for taking care of her, aiding her upbringing, fulfilling the role of parents, and hence helping her to be normal. But Xavier's presence on that day turned her life upside down. She was now a student at Nevermore Academy, funded by Principal Weems’ study forum.

After you recovered within a week, the first thing that dawned on you was to meet him, Xavier, the ‘ hero ’ of your life. You knocked on the door of his studio and waited for a while. There was no answer for a few minutes and when you finally made up your mind to leave, Xavier showed up. He was in his casuals with a teeth-flashing grin on his face.

“How’re you, y/n? The last time I saw you, you were in a hospital bed and now you’re here. in front of me.”, Xavier danced on his toes as he walked into his studio. You followed him and the moment you stepped into his studio you were taken all in awe. The room was filled with artboards, canvases, and sketch supplies, and everything reflected you. Indeed, y/n did not come here to be thankful for what he did since she was not. She was not happy with how her life seemed so devoid of any family. Her uncle was the last of her family and now he is gone. All because of him, Xavier.

“You look better than the last time I saw you.”, Xavier added as he felt the silence between the two of you deafening. You swallowed hard as he tried to ease the tense ambiance thinking how rude of him to remind you of the very wound he was responsible for. There was a desk with a closed sketch pad that caught your attention.

“Your drawings are very beautiful.”, you pitched in opening it and your heart dropped at the sight of your feather that was kept safely in between those rusty pages. A short gasp escaped your lips as the whirlwind of your life hit you.

Xavier was standing behind you, close to your shivering body. “They are all about you.”, a low whisper before he extended his hand to remove the veil from the canvas. The cloth dropped at your feet revealing every bit of dreary in you that you always wanted to hide. You hated how he could see through your pangs and pathos, you hated how he could and would have eradicated all of it, even if it meant being burnt by it. You swiftly tackled out of his towering frame, feeling naked even though you were more dressed than him.

“Stay away from me. You shouldn’t come near me.”, Surprise took Xavier in all proportions. His eyebrows became congested as you continued. “I’m grateful that you saved me but do not do that again, ever.” With that, you walked out of his studio but a firm grip on your wrist kept you from running away anymore.

“Listen, I’m being haunted by you, your pain, your emotions, and everything you feel for the past few months, and all you could say to me was to stay away from you… not even a proper thank you.”, His breath hit your lips as he drew in a sharp breath before his amber eyes landed on you, your shaky lips and pale eyes.

Embarrassment rushed into your cheeks and you pushed him lightly uttering, “Stay away” with a little glare to ward him off but when you vanished out of his sight he was not dejected, not at all. Sure, he was conflicted but the way you told him to stay away whereas your body spoke otherwise made him relish the chase that has haunted him for months now.

They say one can only save people only if one wants to be saved. You neither needed help nor saving but you could see why Xavier begged to differ, wanted to be the odd one out, and craved the crown from saving you from your only family. You always had been a rebel since your childhood, going against the flow of the stream. Somewhere in the corner of your heart, you knew you were different, you would be different.

It was the end of June when you first felt your body ache, back arch, muscles cramping excruciatingly as if someone was poking needles in your skin. Your arms clung to your body as your back bled for the first time. The wailing of such lethal agony submerged amidst the sound of rain as two enormous wings grew with lustrous hues of carmine and amber. Your breathing became regular again, your body stopped hurting as the wings flapped open involuntarily. Every mark, scar, and wound on your body since you were a child began to heal, all by themselves.

Everyone rejoiced when you went through the family ritual and stood in front of your clan as the last phoenix of your bloodline. It was a miracle that a phoenix had been born in the bloodline but just like with blessings it came with a massive price. You were a healer and a destroyer at the same time. Somewhere something has to die to keep you alive, again and again. Every time you were wounded or hurt, your mother had to lose some of her life until she became lifeless, forever. But the family oracle told your father that it is a part of the process, part of a phoenix's journey that every one of their loved ones had to sacrifice in one way or another.

Your father just had a miraculous idea to save you and himself from the bottomless pit of despondency and mutual hatred lurking in his heart because of you. He volunteered to sacrifice himself even if that was against his will. The oracle seemed to be unsure about the idea, saying that the cycle might shorten but not cease. But your father was right, the cycle did cease and you became aware of it when your uncle tried to chop off your wings, uprooting the evil once and for all, and no one in your family was harmed. Still, unfortunately, you were under the radar of an outcast, Xavier Thorpe. ‘What would happen if someone not from your bloodline were to sacrifice? What would happen to your mate if they were not an outcast? What would. . . thoughts would not cease to bombard your mind until a knock disrupted your trail of thoughts.

You lifted your eyes for a glance only to find Xavier inclining against the bookshelf with a saccharine smile on his face. Your stomach turned at the sight of him. ‘How can a person be so forgiving?’ but it seems that he is rather forgetful than forgiving. He picked up a random book from the shelf and sat in front of you.

“You’re hurt. . .”, you murmured to which he responded, “more than you think . . .” while turning the pages of the book and occasionally stealing glances from you. You rolled your eyes and leaned towards the table eyeing his hands that had a lot of scratches. It was probably from a silly fight with other boys, maybe the normies; for him, it was just a scratch yet for you it was an opportunity to apologize for the other day.

“Give me your hand.” As you extended yours, Xavier's reflexively recoiled under the desk. “I’ve no intention of harming you.”, you uttered touching the palm of his other hand that was still on the desk. “Besides, I’m just clearing my debts.”

“Um-hm.”

You inhaled sharply before you flapped those lustrous enormous wings to heal with him, his wounds. Your wings glowed for almost a minute and the hand that was hurt was healed which he was hiding under the desk. It is impressive how Xavier hurt the very hand that can create masterpieces. What a clutz! He interlaces his fingers with yours as he murmured, “A touch . . . is all you need.”

You begrudgingly pulled your hand away standing up and yelling whisperingly, “stop it. stop this. . . and don’t come near me.” With that, you grabbed your book and went towards the exit of the library. Xavier sat like a child who would mourn for the broken toy rather than demand anew.

“Wait.”, Xavier followed you. He kept yelling in the middle of the corridor, “Y/n. wait.”

“Your wings.”, you finally turned your head but not without letting out a sigh of annoyance. “You’re hurt. . .bleeding” and that is when fear crawled underneath the skin.

“I never bleed.”, you retorted.

“And, I never lie.”

If it were someone else, you would have shooed them away. But this was Xavier, who saved you from an inevitable, to whom you owed nothing but the truth. Even though you tried to heal yourself you could not, perhaps because you healed someone and that too for the first time.

Xavier might be persistent but he was not dull. It didn't take him long to connect the dots and hence you had to do the very thing you wanted to avert from the first place. His room was not tidy but not neat and clean either. With Rowan gone he has the room all to himself. You wanted to go to the infirmary, but there wasn't anyone available. Besides, with all the mess you are in you didn't want to risk it.

“I promise I'll behave.”, he said, swinging his hands up in the air in a form of surrender. That made you smile a little as you turned around so that he could tend to the wound. He unzipped your dress and carefully tucked it along your waistline without harming the feathers. Even though you had your camisole on, you still felt naked. His fingers brushed against your skin. It was ice cold. You had to hold your breath as he dressed the wound.

Xavier noticed how your shoulder blades had been marked. He grazed his fingers over the part from where your wings grew that made you instantly shriek and move away from him.

“Are you done?”, you asked, surprise and embarrassment coursing through your skin. Your upper body was barely clad, nothing but an unhooked bra.

“No.”, and within a blink, his lips were already on yours. You could taste the longing and desperation with each suck. Your hands curled around his nape as his hands got rid of the minimal clothing from your upper body. “First time?”, he asked as he moved away leaving you breathless yet craving for more.

“Why? You care?”, you blurted out stepping out of your dress. Xavier eyed you from up and down. You did not flinch but rather smiled as you noticed his astonished face. You had nothing on but just the underwear.

“I do.”, one of his eyebrows jumped as he knelt near you. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”, he murmured grabbing your calf muscles and kissing your femininity over the cloth. He took a glance before tucking the hem of the panty in between his fingers and undid it. Your hand reflexively went over his head as he kissed your entrance, lapping over your pussy lips that made you suck in a sharp breath. He sucked on your skin, followed by a feeble bite into your inner thighs.

“AH!”, you winced pausing his ministrations. “Don’t you taste divine?”, he whispered kissing your lips, wetting them with the blend of his saliva and your slick. He was too dressed. You cocked an eyebrow at him and he took the hint. You co-operated as he became almost naked, and was back up even though you wanted him to continue.

“You won’t hurt me. worry for yourself.”, you said as you felt his hands palming your cheeks a little too long than they should. His hands traveled back to your entrance and you moaned under his slight touch.

“What? Never played with yourself?”, he added that surely turning the cogs in your head. You pushed him onto the bed, sitting on him struggling to take his cock in and he was not even helping. All he did was watch you let out whimpers of frustration as you lazily glided on his cock. He rested himself on his elbows saying, “Look at me.” And as you did, his fingers dig into your plush ass cheeks slowly adjusting you at a proper angle and stretching you. You kissed him so break the eye contact that made you feel naked, even though you were. Both of you jolted as you could feel his cock inside you.

His hands clamped around your waist as you bobbed on him, with greater force and broader strokes but slow. With each sloppy hit you felt his cock twitch inside you; your hands desperately roamed all over your body, heat bubbling as you could feel your body tensing, picking up the pace he was setting you in, and the orgasm lurking underneath. You can tell; a few more strokes and you would cum so easily.

He can feel it too. Xavier winced as he felt you clenching around his cock. His legs folded to support your back while your hands flew to his shoulder blades, his knuckles turning white, his grip growing stronger around your waist and you came right away, back arching and your wings flapping open involuntarily, eyes rolling white relishing the high as your thighs squeezed in.

With your breathing rash and heavy, you felt all mushy in the head and so was he. Xavier could have sworn that he has not seen anything more beautiful than this, than you sitting on him with his cock buried inside you; your skin glistening in sweat with your gorgeous wings at the display.

As soon as Xavier’s breath relaxed a bit he pulled you into his embrace for a kiss. He could not help it, you were too beautiful to look at. Besides, he was not done, not yet.

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by @blueparadis

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riririnnnn · 7 months ago

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I wonder if Rin gets nightmares about that snowy night.

I wonder if he wakes up in the middle of the night all out of breath, sweating, anxious and scared. Does his chest feel tight, almost as if something was crushing it? Does he get afraid to fall asleep again? If yes, then how many sleepless nights he has been through?

What he does in his dream anyway? Does he fights again in hopes of fixing everything again? Or he simple relives everything everytime?

Underneath all those layers, he is just a little kid after all.

He is too young for the kind of pain he is carrying, you know.

It's pretty heavy.

And that's just sad.

#blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin #雪 ranting

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destieltropecollection · 6 months ago

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 5: Touch-Starved

A Gentleman and A Scholar | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,963 Main Tags/Warnings: Human Castiel (Supernatural), Human Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe, Soft Castiel/Dean Winchester, Needy Dean Winchester, Dom/sub Undertones, Silver Fox Castiel, References to childhood trauma, References to past abuse, Praise Kink, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Fluff and Smut, Comfort Sex, Comfort No Hurt, Touch-Starved Dean Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Age Difference, bottom Dean Winchester/top Castiel Summary: As you approach your fifties you expect life to slow down, worries and concerns ebbing as you set out on the next stage of your life. Not for Castiel though. Oh he's settled down for sure, married to a hot twenty-seven-year-old that certainly keeps him young at heart, financially stable and well-respected amongst his peers. However, his husband led a turbulent life before Castiel rescued him, the scars of it showing through in private moments and snowy days. When it comes to Dean Winchester there is nothing Castiel won't do, no thought of flight when it's Dean he's being called to fight for. Not that violence is on the cards today, no. Today Dean doesn't need Castiel to be his knight in shining armour, he needs him to be his lover, his attentive, affectionate, softly dommy husband that enjoys nothing better than having Dean curled up in his lap. Castiel would argue this is how anyone should hope to spend their life, regardless of age.

The Liminal Moment | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,552 Main Tags/Warnings: alternate universe, massage, meet-cute Summary: After he throws out his back, Dean gets sent to a mysterious location...

An Angel Is Passing By | @melancholictearz Rating: General Word Count: 3,412 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Castiel Meets Faith!Dean, Selectively Mute Dean, Deaf Castiel, Guardian Angel Castiel, Comfort, No Angst, Sign Language, Holding Hands, Cuddle for Warmth, Fluff Summary: SILENCE WAS HIS WORLD. THEN CASTIEL REVEALED A NEW ONE. In French, "an angel is passing by" is the literal translation of a saying used as silence sets in after a conversation. The kind of awkward seconds hanging in the air whenever someone speaks to Dean and the words won’t come out of his throat despite how much he wants to be heard. Meeting the angel Castiel doesn’t give him much more faith nor resolve the curse of his mutism either. But for an entire night, locked in a church and on the edge of death, Castiel’s tender eyes make Dean feel like he is listened to. Between them, the world goes quiet in a way Dean never experienced.

The First Language We Speak | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: General Word Count: 4,955 Main Tags/Warnings: alternate universe, autistic castiel, massage, touch-starved castiel, fluff, cheeseburgers Summary: A news article about the importance of touch leads Castiel to realize some uncomfortable things about himself and his life. These realizations lead him to Dean, a masseur, who becomes his friend and then more.

One Light In One Room | @notastupidbird Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,926 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 05, Post-Episode: s05e22 Swan Song (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Touch-Starved Castiel (Supernatural), Touch-Starved Dean Winchester, First Kiss, First Time, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Porn with Feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sleep Deprivation, Insomnia, Pining, POV Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: After losing his brother in the showdown at Stull Cemetery, Dean has gone into self-imposed exile. He's plagued by insomnia, and the only way he seems to get any sleep at all is when Castiel puts him out with a single touch. When this still doesn't prove enough to bring Dean any real relief from his grief and sleeplessness, Castiel wonders if what Dean really needs is another type of comfort altogether.

Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up | @disabled-dean Rating: Mature Word Count: 17,408 Main Tags/Warnings: Road trip, case fic, ambiguously set in season 12, ptsd, recovery, hell trauma, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension, touch starved Dean Winchester, touch adverse Dean Winchester, Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is incredibly horny about it, only one truck bed, stargazing, sex dreams, nightmares, mild body horror, implied top!castiel, implied bottom!dean winchester, the truck is a metaphor, Dear God Is The Truck A Metaphor Summary: When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly. Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it. “Once on a hunt when he was a teenager, Dean had been caught too close to an explosive when it had gone off. There had been the moment when the projectile hit, and the moment when it had detonated. And just before it had, there had also been a moment when he had believed that maybe it wouldn’t. He had thought about that moment for years, over and over again, until something else had taken its place. And the way that that moment was quiet, the way it was still- that is how this feels. To lie beside Cas in the bed of his truck, their shoulders barely touching.”

Profound Kisses | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,729 Main Tags/Warnings: Pining, slow burn, top!Dean/bottom!Castiel, firsts, Destiel kisses, canonverse Summary: Dean knows he's screwed. He discovers he is in love with Castiel in Purgatory, and now he can't even have the angel in front of him, because he knows it's a one sided love. It’s Valentine's day and Dean tries very hard to hook up as always, but he can't get Cas out of his mind. So he drives back to the motel, drunk, and he finds Castiel trying to help him. Then, when Dean asks Castiel for some experimental kisses and the angel accepts, Dean starts a very dangerous game… finding in Castiel's kisses the most delicious experiences, but also, his own perdition. Will Castiel fall in love with him? Or will he stay emotionless as always?

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2024 #destiel #fanfic #supernatural #touch starved

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slowstorms · 1 year ago

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the moon had made her journey through the sky with her lover hours before, leaving you to rely on the stars and dim street lamps filtering through your bedroom window to memorize satoru’s sleeping form next to you.

as rare as it is for gojo satoru to sleep much at all, it’s rarer for you to look at him the way you are right now. you’re over half a year into your relationship with him at the present, but he still manages to reduce you to a shy puddle without much effort.

so, your hope this sleepless night is to learn by heart every minuscule yet beautiful detail he’s comprised of.

from his soft, snowy hair to his flawless skin; his pretty eyelashes to the rosy apples of his cheeks. the slight rise and fall of his chest, plush lips slightly parted; the way he falls asleep holding you, but withdraws in his unconscious state.

(you gather that, deep down, satoru does this because he’s still not used to intimate touch – it’s never been something you fault him for, and you’re proud of his progress. still, you can’t help but feel sad that this is something permanently etched into his soul, though it’s nothing you and satoru can’t endure together).

you think of the endearing bedhead he wakes up with, flecks of gold from the early morning sun spattered across his white tufts. you think of how his eyes are the first to greet you when you wake. though the glances he gives you are always matching his outwardly lighthearted personality, there’s an exhaustion that’s hidden deep beneath it all.

seeing how soundly he rests, you send up a prayer hoping that, come morning, at least some of that exhaustion will lift.

the serene look on satoru’s face makes your heart twist in your chest, leaving you almost breathless. you wonder how someone as perfect as him could even exist.

he always looks as if he was created by god’s most talented angels, an aura of elegance and splendor surrounding him even in his not-so-elegant moments, which you believe to be few and far between. even when that look of craze takes over him during a fight; even when he returns home from a gruesome battle, covered in blood and guts; even when he breaks down, letting out feelings and emotions he has to bury in order to carry out his duty effectively – his head pressed to your chest as he cries and cries and cries. even then.

your thoughts wander off now into questions of how it was destined that satoru would end up with you. to touch him, to hold him, to care for him, to worry for him, to give him love, to give him patience, to give him understanding. to simply know him – it’s all nothing short of the most honorable blessing the universe could present you with.

while lost in your reverie, you fail to notice satoru stirring beside you. his sleepy daze and the near complete darkness of the bedroom doesn’t stop his six eyes from honing in on you, a habit of his to do the second he wakes up, to make sure you’re still next to him. to make sure you’re still safe.

and there you are, propped up on your elbow, facing him as your mind floats away, miles and miles up into the atmosphere.

a bleary whisper of your name pulls you back down to earth. “what are you doing up, hm?”

“did i wake you?” concern laces your voice, and you reach out to hold satoru’s cheek. your thumb grazes his skin gently, an unspoken apology.

“you didn’t, don’t worry,” he grabs your hand from where it rests, holding it in his own as he turns on his side to face you. “what’s got you thinking so hard this late at night, sweetheart?”

in a moment of bravery, you answer simply and without thought. “you,” your voice is strained slightly, like you may crumble from all the love you feel if you’re not careful as you speak. “just, everything about you.”

“is that so?” in the darkness, you make out the tired yet amused smile on satoru’s face. “like what?”

your moment of bravery proves to be just that – a very fleeting moment. heat rises in your cheeks as your mind races at a mile a minute trying to find the right words to give him an answer without turning into a mumbling mess.

what am i even supposed to say to you? you think. that i think you’re the most ethereal person i’ve ever seen, inside and out? that you’re my first thought the second i wake up, that you’re my last thought before i fall asleep? that when i can’t fall asleep, i’m helpless as i drown in thoughts of nothing but you?

a beat passes. then another. you hear a soft chuckle in front of you, the sound of it full of adoration. “that’s okay, baby,” satoru says, running his thumb along your knuckles. “you can tell me in the morning, how about that?”

you nod wordlessly as you both settle back into bed. he pulls you close again, and you melt into his arms. with your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat is the only thing to finally lull you to sleep, to pull you into dreamland – where all you see is satoru, satoru, satoru.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #gojo x y/n #this took so long to write because this is basically my love letter to him #i’m never good at putting my feelings into words so this was very hard #please be nice thank you #winter writes

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see-arcane · 1 year ago

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“You know,” Dracula hums by the fireplace, the flames a shade dimmer than his own eyes. “I do believe I am becoming paranoid in my old age. Yet I keep my things in such precarious order, all things where they must be.” A log pops. His eyes flash. “Where they should be. And so I have noticed that my own bedroom was disturbed during the day.”

“Oh?” Voice level, Jonathan. Voice steady, Jonathan. Surprise. Concern. “How so? I was under the impression the door was locked.”

“So it was. And yet, I can tell something was...” His nails drum on the mantel, the click of claws, “...different. Meddled with somehow.”

Something between foolishness, sleeplessness, and a smoldering kernel of ire sparks in Jonathan’s chest. Its embers travel up to his tongue.

“Nothing was stolen, I hope. I admit I had a mild scare some time ago, when I realized I couldn’t find certain things in my luggage. Only it occurred to me that your servants must have already taken them away to clean and hold aside for my departure.” A smile so easy it borders on suicidal curls on his face. It feels like a rictus. Maybe it will see him dead right then. “The people here are the most discreet I’ve ever encountered.”

Dracula raises a snowy brow.

“That they are. As discreet as spiders minding their web.” Then, a sudden swerve out of the growing cloud. He oozes mirth. “Have you seen any here, my friend? Spiders?”

“None.” He hadn’t. Dust, motheaten holes, but no spiders.

“That is because of my people as well. More, it is the work of local aid.” His grin has too many teeth. “The bats quite love them. Whenever I or my servants come across a spider indoors, we save it for them. All those that would dare to come crawling along the outer walls?” He snaps his fingers. “They are eaten before they can spin their first thread. It is a most lucrative exchange.”

Jonathan fights not to swallow, not to acknowledge the cold twisting in his stomach.

“I’m certain.”

“A hypothetical question for you. Which would you rather be, my friend? Of the two, I mean.” Dracula’s hand is on him again, itself a titanic white spider. Cold and immovable from his shoulder. It squeezes just short of bruising. “A spider or a bat?”

“I wouldn’t know, Count. Neither is the best choice."

“No?”

The hand is tighter.

“No.” Under the table, Jonathan crosses his fingers. “The best choice is a cat.”

The grip lightens and amusement sketches a change in the Count’s expression.

“Why a cat?”

“They can get away with much more,” Jonathan’s traitor tongue flies. He bites it. “If only for the fact of their comparative harmlessness as they serve their masters as they entertain and accompany. This, while it provides a more handy service in hunting pests of all sorts, be it spider and bat or beetle and rat. In exchange for doing the dual work of tending to the home and being pleasant and defenseless, the more powerful keeper ensures they’re housed and,” he gulps down glass, hot coals, acid, “and loved. A cat can only do so much, but it does just enough.”

Dracula shakes his head.

“Enough to get themselves in trouble, perhaps. No, my friend, if we must leave the smaller creatures behind, I must say a wolf is the better choice. He eats all in his path and has no master at all.” The cold hand gives another squeeze, the nails dimpling cloth and skin...then relaxes. Strokes. “But cats have their place as well. If kept in their proper place...”

The night goes on in this way for endless hours. And still Jonathan’s fingers are crossed out of sight. He has a fondness for cats. Even for spiders. He appreciates all creatures who take it upon themselves to hunt and cull those things that infest or take lives by little bites. But more than either, he has always had a fondness and fealty to dogs.

As the moon drags itself slowly across the sky, he imagines he hears their barking and baying meeting the wild cry of the wolves, and shepherd teeth sinking deep into bloodthirsty throats.

#in which there are animal motifs #jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily #my writing

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glimmeringtwilight · 6 months ago

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Daffodils p2 | Yandere Diluc x Reader x Dottore

this might be incoherent. i still dislike the ending but atp if i keep chipping away i'm going to abandon it lol

CW: referenced reader death (from p1), angst, captivity, yandere themes, body horror (mild for. y'know. my usual), minor character death, NSFW (not super explicit, and no specific wordage for uuu parts), cuckholding, blood, non-consensual voyeurism (diluc), dubcon, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms (do not imitate)

Word Count: 2.6k

It’s a dreary autumn day when the master of the winery returns with you in tow.

The manor is quiet, still as the Snezhnayan winter that he trekked through for the past several sleepless days and nights to get you. More quiet, however, is you, who hasn’t spoken a word since Diluc dragged you out of that dimly lit, dilapidated lab stinking of chemicals that he found you in.

He’s tried everything he knows on the journey back. You didn’t struggle once as he carried you back home– didn’t try to run when he’d rest with you in his arms– but you didn’t say a single thing to him no matter how hard he tried to get you to speak.

That’s fine. It’s shock, he supposes. He doesn’t know what that madman did to you, and if he didn’t have such precious cargo he would have gone back there and burned that place to the ground; charring the snowy, lifeless landscape surrounding it.

But he has you. He has you now, and that’s all that matters. Even if your skin has lost some of its color now, dull and cold. Even if there’s a quiet ticking in your chest in place of a heartbeat. Even if you only ever look through him, now. It’s enough.

This is what Diluc tells himself as he returns you to the room that had been your prison for months, as he dusts off the bars of your gilded cage before locking you back inside.

You don’t say anything. But it’s enough, just having you. It’s enough, he thinks.

Adelinde keeps checking in on him now that he’s returned. Her face is always pinched with a quiet concern when she speaks to him, and the servants in the manor part like the sea against jagged stone when he walks past them in the halls.

The estate seems to hold its breath around him; no longer a ghost, but perhaps something worse. As though the light he’d held against the darkness was snuffed out, and the shadow cast in its wake was long. But he’s fine. He swears it. He’s fine, now that you’re back. He’ll be perfect for you, the perfect gentleman; the man he swore he was but could never seem to be, before.

It’s enough to just have you. To hold you every night as he lays next to you, still in your bed like a corpse, listening to the ticking in your chest like a clock counting down to nowhere. Diluc finds himself dreading the ticking and seeking it out all the same.

Weeks pass like this, with Diluc unraveling slowly as he tries to cling to the crumbling memory of you, bastardized by his selfishness and immortalized in the husk of you he keeps locked in your room.

None of the servants are allowed to see you. He hears them at night, whispering to each other when they think he’s gone to sleep.

“He’s lost his mind.”

“Are they even alive, in there? I haven’t seen them at all. Adelinde said they–”

“Keep your voice down– are you trying to wake him?”

He hasn’t lost his mind. He has you here now, to ground him, to make him whole. Even if your body seems to be crumbling, tearing apart with every passing day.

You don’t say anything anymore. You don’t eat, but you choke down whatever food he forces down your throat, teeth clacking against silverware as you stare off into nothing. Most of his days are spent taking care of you, keeping you together, stoking the fireplace in your room to keep you warm.

You don’t seem to mind the cold, but he still forces you to sit by the fire, warming you up in a facsimile of living flesh. He tries everything– cleaning you carefully every morning before dressing you, tending to the sutures that never seem to heal.

But he can’t seem to bring you back fully. Can’t seem to warm the skin that cools quickly when you’re not kept by the fire, can’t seem to wipe that glassy look from your eyes, can’t seem to drown out the ticking in your chest.

Adelinde comes home one day from running errands to find all of the clocks in the estate smashed and left out on the front steps, some of the servants already tending to the mess as the master of the estate slips back inside the manor like a shadow of the setting sun.

He can’t figure it out. You won’t talk to him, won’t hardly look at him unless he takes you by the jaw and forces you. He can barely stand to hold you.

It’s enough. It’s enough. It’s enough.

But he knows it isn’t. He can’t bear living with the ghost of you, settling for the corpse he keeps in his bed. He wants you to smile at him like you used to. Needs to hear your voice again. Holding you close while you’re still so far from him is driving him mad.

It’s another dreary day when he finally breaks. Rain pours against the roof of the estate, blazing trails down the window panes. You’re sat by the fire again as you always are, most days.

Diluc kneels at your feet, his head buried against your knees as he begs you to speak.

“I love you,” He says. He reaches up, pressing a trembling hand against your cold cheek. He can’t seem to chase the snow out of you. You don’t respond. He tries again. “I love you.”

Your eyes flick to his, the barest indication of life in them– but you look through him all the same, as you have been for weeks, now. He sits up, eyes wild, and leans over you, grasping your face desperately. He can’t bear to look at it anymore.

Diluc pulls you close, burying his face against your nape and gritting his teeth at the smell of chemicals clinging to you. You still smell like that place. Like chemicals. Like the Doctor. No matter how many times he bathes you, no matter how hard he scrubs. It’s there. Always there. Faint, but still there.

“Please come back to me,” He whispers, clutching you against his chest like you’ll slip through his fingers at any moment. …Like you haven’t already. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

For the first time in weeks, you speak. Your voice is hoarse, quiet and wispy from disuse. It’s like the sun peeking through the clouds after a long storm, a refreshing wind–

“Take me back.” You rasp, and his blood runs cold. When he doesn’t respond, you repeat yourself. “Take me back.”

Diluc stays there a minute, gasping through clenched teeth as grief and anger rattle through him. You don’t mean it. You can’t. You let out a quiet, pained sound from how tight his grip on you has gotten, and he pulls away like he’s been burned.

He can’t look at you. There’s a ticking behind your chest, behind his ears– whatever it is the Doctor replaced your heart with– he can’t unhear it. Without a word, he leaves swiftly, locking the door behind him as he goes.

When he returns, the fire in the hearth has dimmed to embers, and you’re still perched exactly how he left you. Like a doll. He breathes a shuddering sigh and moves you to the bed, laying you down and tucking you in with all the tenderness and care his trembling hands can manage.

Instead of begging you to speak, he slips out of the room again, instructing Adelinde to look after you while he’s gone.

He knows how to fix this: it must be your heart. Must be that facsimile of a beating heart stuffed into your chest that’s causing you to act so hollow and lifeless. If he can just find it, he can bring you back. He’s sure of it.

Diluc journeys for another several days and nights, returning to the lab he’d found you in and tearing the place apart until he finds what he was looking for– your heart, preserved in formaldehyde and kept in a jar like some sort of sickening keepsake.

There’s no sign of the Doctor anywhere, but Diluc doesn’t have enough mercy left in his heart to spare for the Fatui grunts unfortunate enough to get caught in his path. Blood stains his jacket an even deeper shade of red, sinking into the stitching deep enough that he’s certain even Adelinde wouldn’t be able to remove the stains.

He burns the place down once he’s finished, true to his word, leaving the smoldering building behind as he makes the journey back with bloodstained boots and clothes, carrying the final piece of you; the missing puzzle piece in his hands.

Biting winds at his back keep his pace hurried as he rushes home; he has barely slept by the time he finally returns, the sun rising over the peaceful estate of the winery like a promise of hope.

He’s delirious and exhausted from hardly pausing to rest throughout the entire journey home, but he has it– he has what he knows will fix you, bring the light back into your glassy eyes.

The manor is quiet when he steps inside, and Diluc freezes when he sees Adelinde’s body laying at the bottom of the stairs, neck twisted at an unnatural angle and her expression frozen in horror.

No-

His first instinct is to find you, stepping over Adelinde’s body despite the pang of grief that lances through his chest. Every step only turns his blood cooler in his veins, cutting through exhaustion and delirium like a blade.

The door to your bedroom is cracked and he throws it open, freezing as he sees what’s there.

You’re smiling. For the first time since he lost you, you’re smiling, eyes crinkled with warmth as the number two of the Fatui Harbingers looms over you like a malaise.

Floorboards singe underfoot, but Diluc isn’t given time to act before hands snatch his arms, ripping his Vision from him and tossing it aside. Whatever angered curse he was going to say is cut off by another pair of hands shoving a gag into his mouth, and it takes several agents to drag him into the room and force him into the chair set up by the bed.

There’s the sound of breaking glass as the struggle knocks the precious cargo he’d carried all this way from his hands, shattering against the floor. Whatever grief he may have felt at the sound is drowned out by the sight of you as the Fatui grunts forcibly sit him down in the chair and start to tie him down.

Rope cuts into his wrists and his legs as he’s tied to the chair; two of the pyro agents stay behind to keep him from thrashing or knocking the chair over as the rest slink back into the hallway.

It isn’t until the last of the rope is secured, leaving the frazzled wine tycoon seething from behind the gag but unable to do much else, that Dottore finally speaks up.

“I’m glad you could finally join us, Master Diluc,” The Doctor drawls, words dripping with condescension and cyanide. “I was beginning to worry.”

A knowing smile tugs at Dottore’s lips when he turns to see Diluc’s expression, distress creased in the lines of his brow as his attention remains fixated solely on you.

Diluc sees now. That bastard is sitting in your bed, the bed you’re meant to share with him, as gloved fingers lazily toy with your nipples. The clothes you were wearing are haphazardly strewn about the floor.

Dottore readjusts. Takes hold of your legs and wraps them loosely around his hips as he situates himself more comfortably on the bed. Diluc feels nausea roiling in his gut.

He can’t tear his eyes away when Dottore’s fingers drift downward, tracing over your stomach before dipping between your thighs. The soft sound you make burns him.

It’s torture, listening to you. He’d wanted so desperately for any sound from you– anything at all– these past few weeks, but not like this. Not while you’re looking up at that monster like he’s the moon– the most life Diluc’s seen in your eyes in weeks– as he defiles you.

Every noise seems to chip a piece of him away, cutting deeper than any blade could hope to manage.

As much as it rends him to watch, he can’t tear his eyes away, taking in the sight of you shuddering and moaning softly in response to another man’s touch.

Something acrid and bitter swells in his chest– he can’t help but think that if it weren’t for him, you’d never be here. If he hadn’t stolen you, held on too tight so that you’d run away the first chance you’d gotten, you never would have died… Never would have wound up under the Doctor, on his operating table or in this bed.

Worse, still, is the selfish insistence he still feels. If he hadn’t taken you, he fears the worst may have happened to you– as though the worst hadn’t already come true. He did all of this to protect you– yet he’d failed to do even that.

You eventually shudder in a way Diluc recognizes and he sags against the chair, feeling something crack inside him. This is killing him. As much as pain rips through his chest, he can’t help but cling to that rending heartache, tolerate it if it means he gets to see you smile again. You’re still in there– not a doll, not a ghost.

He loves you; he always will. Even this will never make him hate you– it’s not your fault that you’ve been caught up in the jaws of a monster. It’s not your fault that he’d failed you.

Dottore adjusts, and whatever self-loathing Diluc had felt starts to wither at the sound of rustling fabric. No. No-

He tries to thrash in his chair, held down by the two agents standing behind him with a firm grip on his shoulders. He tries to turn away, to close his eyes and shut out the world as the whimper from you that follows sears him like a brand. Hands dig into his jaw, prod at his eyelids with a force that threatens to blind him until he unwillingly opens them again.

Months ago, when Diluc thought you’d finally settled, finally adjusted to your new life here, there was the barest beginnings of warmth in your eyes. Acceptance. Love, his heart hoped. He’s reminded of that again; you have the same embers of warmth in your gaze as you once did before the sky fell.

That same look you’d once given him, but now it’s directed at the monster grinning down at you. He never thought that warmth could ruin him, but the grief that settles into his bones is a worse pain than one he’s ever known.

The hope that he’d journeyed home with withers and dies at his feet like the heart the Doctor had stolen from you– to know it wasn’t merely literal is agony. His greed had been the undoing of you both.

In the garden, the daffodils had died months ago; it was the end of their season. They’d planted sunflowers near where your grave once was instead, but those are dying too, afflicted by some disease or pest.

Diluc had once hoped you’d go out into the garden to see them, but ever since he’d brought the ghost of you home you’ve only ever haunted this one room; days spent staring at the hearth instead of out the window like you’d used to.

Jealousy is ugly and loud in his head, clinging to his throat like tar.

Perhaps he’s damned; he wishes that you hadn’t found the light that he’d stolen from you in another man.

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velvateen · 11 months ago

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snow and mistletoe - zoro x reader fluff!

gn reader, no pronouns!!

literally just a fluffy little thing i wrote before work bc i kept reading mistletoe prompts and i had to hop tf on that train. enjoy!!!

no warnings for this one, happy holidays everyone!!

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, the cool winter air hitting your feet as they landed on the wooden floor of your bedroom. another sleepless starless night, the gentle rock of the ship failing to lull you back to sleep. you ran a careless hand over your face as you opened the door and made the short yet cold trek to the ships kitchen.

You’d gotten into the habit of trying to move around on nights when you couldn’t sleep, and the kitchen was ripe with peace and warmth. so you pulled the door open and promptly shut it to prevent any more cold air from seeping into the room.

The kitchen was decorated in holiday lights, a small Christmas tree settled in the corner with a few small gifts laying under it. You smiled as you walked to set a kettle to boil, the notion of hot chocolate sounding especially appealing considering the mood.

You stirred the coco mixture into the warm milk and poured it into a mug. Digging in the fridge for the can of whipped cream, you almost missed the sound of the kitchen door opening and being pushed shut. It must’ve started snowing since you’d entered the kitchen, because Zoro nearly didn’t notice you either , too distracted by ruffling the snowflakes out of his hair.

His footsteps alerted you to his presence as he sat down heavily at the table. You turned around, having finally found the whipped cream.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were still up,” you said.

He let out a small huff, stretching his neck so slightly.

“Just got done training. Didn’t know anyone else was awake.” You hummed, turning to the cupboard to grab another mug.

“You’re lucky I measure with my heart.” You poured the remainder of the hot chocolate into the mug and pushed it his way. Zoro opened his closed eyes and hooked a finger around the handle.

“Why are you even up anyways? Got night watch or something?” he inquired.

“Nah, just couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d come here and soak up some Christmas cheer while I still can.” You picked up your mug, noting the way the steam felt on your cold nose. You took a sip, unaware of the careful eyes watching as your tongue peeked out between your lips to wipe away any remaining whipped cream.

“I don’t think I’ll stick around though, I can already feel this putting me back to sleep,” you spoke through a yawn, heading towards the door.

“I like the way you think,” Zoro spoke, and you two made your way to the door.

He pushed it open, and you started to walk through before something above you caught your eye.

“Oh,” you pointed upwards. Zoro followed your gaze.

“Oh, oh yeah.”

You’d forgotten all about that mistletoe that Sanji had no doubt hung in the doorway.

“Well, no one’s here to enforce it and it’s just a stupid tradition anyways so who says we really have t—“ Before you could finish your sentiment Zoro had promptly cut you off.

The cold from the snowy weather outside was hardly a match for the warmth that bubbled up from your chest as Zoro gave you the briefest of kisses, just long enough to feel the heat of his chapped lips and the touch of his nose against your cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled as he walked towards his room, still shakily holding the mug of hot chocolate.

Maybe that was why the kiss was so sweet.

*.• merry christmas and happy holidays everyone i’m so sorry ive been actually MIA that’s my b lol 😖 hope you enjoyed this !!!!! meow meow

#zoro #one piece #zoro x reader #op zoro #writers on tumblr #roanoa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece fluff #zoro fluff #christmas #christmas fluff

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rose-lunaire · 1 year ago

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nbc hannibal masterlist

my take on the curious world of the murder husbands. will you become the ruthless predator or the lavishly presented prey?

headcanons:

first kiss (feat. hannibal lecter, will graham, bedelia du maurier)

sleeping habits (feat. hannibal lecter, will graham, bedelia du maurier) how do they sleep at night after witnessing most extravagant and artistic crimes ever committed? what demons haunt them at night?

summer season ( feat. hannibal lecter, will graham, bedelia du maurier) yachting on the west coast or sightseeing in vienna? hiking’s my idea of fun, what’s yours?

bedelia du mariel sfw alphabet every tiny bit of your and bedelia’s love story! from the origin of your nicknames to sleepless nights and breathless kisses and so much more!

cozy winter (feat. hannibal lecter, will graham, bedelia du maurier) snowy scenarios, full of heat during the coldest months of the year!

music box (feat. hannibal lecter) oh rising star of music, be careful not to fall into his trap

scenarios:

drunken fantasies (feat. hannibal lecter, bedelia du maurier) alcohol brings out the truest confessions, quiet nights make everyday masks fall down, what can go wrong?

angel of death (feat. hannibal lecter, will graham) near-death experience brings them to heaven, which is seeing you

secret(ary) (feat. hannibal lecter, will graham) classic love story with a twist! become the star in this love triangle and celebrate 500 likes milestone with me!

little crow (feat. hannibal lecter) all his crimes are almost too perfect in execution and police long have been suspecting someone’s been helping him all along. turns out hannibal was the last one to find out about his secret assistant

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starrylightseeker · 2 months ago

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My lore based Xavier playlist (explained?)

Long post... yes, I put an unnecessary amount of thought into this

Main plot

Wanderer

Beautiful Stranger

Carry You

If the World Falls to Pieces

Chasing Stars

Already

Mine

So Close

Lumiere

Da Capo

Find You

Love U

Already

All of the Stars

Maze

Honest

Strange Birds

Wide Awake

Heart by Heart

Middle of the Night

Love and deep space

Wait for me (orchestra)

Anectodes

Start of Time

Love Wins All

Turning Page

meteor shower

j's lullaby

Love Letter

When the dust settles

Jupiter Theme

失忆 (Memory Loss)

Die In Your Arms

If I Say

In the Light

MYTHS

(Shooting Stars - prince xavier)

Selfish

Old Pine

Forget Me Not

Like Real People Do

Sleepless On The Floor

Would That I

Like A Star

Star Star Star (☆★☆)

How Does a Moment Last Forever

A thousand years

My Lady

Timeless

Runaway

CARDS

Starry Sound - journey log, reading poetry

Dust

我有喜欢的人了 (I Have Someone I Like)

好想好想你 (Missing You)

anything for you

Enlightenment - he's injured

Light Shower

Hands of Gold

When You Come Home

Starry Witness

Snowy pines

Shinning Traces

Idea 10

When darkness comes

Find you

I, carrion

At all costs

As the world falls down

Every Atom

Shinning Light

Promise

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby

You might be sleeping

Shimmering Sunlight

Be Your Light

Bitter Coffee

Put Your Records On

Moment's Respite & Childhood Snacks

Le festin

You are my light

Dawn to Dusk

I Need You Most of All

Love in slow motion

Perfect Sunset

Nothing like you

Precious Bonfire

magnetic - summer

Fluffy Trap

Bunny

Garden of Secrets

Sink in

Dream

Fragment of Time

Cherry Blossom Love Song

I'm in love

Close Feelings

In the Kitchen

My Love is Mine All Mine

Starry Eyes

I Will Be There

A Day of Snow

Popo

Back hug

A Night of Warmth

My Lady

Nap of a star

Northern Lights

Next door

Tender Night

Snooze

Tip toe

First Love

Heartstring Symphony

Strawberry

Starlight

No Restraint

Lay You Down

Dive

Wander In Wonder

Far Away

Happy Birthday, Xavier / Celestial Message

One Day

I see the light

Can I Have This Dance?

Lihim

Falling for you / By Your Side

Dancing Away With My Heart

While you were sleeping

Square (2017)

No one but you

Love countdown

Back to the city

Little Light

I think he knows

Starlight

Timeless

Secrets

Someone I'll wait

#my friend has rafayel's #im still working on zayne's and sylus'#file: my notes #file: husband #l&ds xavier #love and deepspace #lnds #l&ds #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier

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lovekia · 6 months ago

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#violin poet #sacred heart rose #clear soul #dim way #black heart necklace #turn to butterfly #night meditation #sleepless in snowy night #misplaced redemption #colorful world #destined promise #lotus fragrance #light accompany #love nikki

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pupkashi · 1 year ago

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satoru sees two cats cuddling on a windowsill as the two of you walk hand in hand and he smiles, nudging you slightly and pointing at the window, “that’s us in another life,” there’s a giddy smile on his lips and his blue eyes sparkle behind his sunglasses.

you smile and nod, pressing yourself against his side a bit more, “we’d definitely hold tails when we walk around.”

you see two butterflies fluttering in the wind, the spring breeze brining a freshness and liveliness that both satoru and you indulge in, laughter filling the air as you toss grapes into each others mouths.

“‘toru look!” you smile, pointing at the butterflies with a giddy look on your face, “me and you as butterflies!” you can see the smile form on his face almost immediately, tackling you to the ground in the tightest hug he’d ever given you.

there’s two birds singing outside the window as the two of you wake up, golden rays sneaking in through the cracks of the curtains, landing almost perfectly on your lovers relaxed face. his snowy hair is sticking in every direction, lips slightly parted as the softest snores leave him.

you can help but stare, in your half asleep state you only think of how angelic he looks, how the birds must be singing for him and the sun overjoyed to be able to touch his all too perfect skin.

he twitches a bit, waking up slowly. satoru furrows his brows, feeling for you besides him, i furrowing his brows when he pulls you closer, yawning as he open his eyes to meet yours. “morning sweetheart,” he mumbles, voice raspy and deep.

“g’morning angel boy,” you whisper, the birds continue to sing, and you smile as he hears their melody.

“me and you as birds if we were early birds,” the chuckle that leaves his lips has you blushing, shaking your head and laughing as you cuddle closer to him.

the two of you find each other in everything; two gummy bears stuck together, the only clouds in the sky, the first two stars at night, dogs licking each other, swans swimming side by side, penguins waddling together, bees flying with each other, flowers growing together.

“me and you,” the two of you would say, giggles following immediately after, gentle kisses or a squeeze of the hand as you both continue on with whatever you were doing.

it was simple, maybe it was silly. but the two of you loved it, knowing you were always thinking of each other. knowing your love transcended matter and form.

it was always him and you, you and him. it always would be.

a/n: this is just a cute thought i had if this is all over the place and messy and doesn’t make sense I’m sorry I’m drunk please forgive

masterlist

taglist (send and ask to be added!): @chilichopsticks @anime-for-the-sleepless @4sat0ruu @safaia-47 @nanamikentoseyebags @fushironi @nineooooo @the-mom-friend-dot-com @gojoshooter @sat6ru @beautiful-is-boring @sweetheart-satoru @luna0713hunter @torusmochi

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altocat · 4 months ago

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‘Ello!! Hope it’s been a lovely weekend!! 💕

I don’t know if I’ve ever asked you this before but shshhshshshhs Can we get some Zack & Seph bonding over Angeal angst/comfort plz?? :3ccc

Yesssssssss of course !

Sephiroth and Zack don't really talk much after the incident in Modeoheim. There's a lot of bitter feelings there. Zack blames Sephiroth for making him have to deal with that heartache. It should have been Sephiroth, not him. Sephiroth could have stopped it. It's not fair! Angeal would still be alive!

Sephiroth is aware of Zack's ill feelings, mostly mourning quietly alone, his nightmares getting worse than ever, barely eating or sleeping. Most of the time, he's mindlessly performing tasks thanks to the cocktail of drugs Hojo is pumping into him.

Despite this, thanks to the dwindling ranks in SOLDIER, both are assigned a mission together investigating some rogue rebel activity in the mountains. It's cold and rainy and miserable. And Sephiroth and Zack can't even bear to look at each other.

They tail the rebels all the way to the peaks, cornering them on the fragile remains of a bridge, now halfway frozen over from the chill.

Zack moodily thinks that now's the part where Sephiroth coldly murders everyone. That's what soldiers do, right? That's what HE had to do to Angeal. Just mindless killing. Callous slaying of anyone who doesn't fit. Ruining lives. Just like Angeal.

Zack isn't paying attention, too agitated to notice the enemy creeping up from behind. He has mere seconds to react before the gunshot rings out, followed by the frantic rush of air as Sephiroth shoves him out of the way to take the hit.

He watched in horror as Sephiroth falls nearly twenty feet, crashing hard into a jutting snowy cliff side below.

He's an absolute mess when the helicopter comes in to retrieve them, Sephiroth's battered body being taken away to Medical the second they land.

Zack's a shaking, helpless wreck, reliving Angeal's death over and over. Oh gods it's happening again. And it's all his fault. And now he's going to lose someone else too. And he was so cold to Seph beforehand. He blamed him for everything when really it was NO ONE'S fault. And now Sephiroth is going to die and he's going to have to bury another friend and and and...

Days pass. Zack endures sleepless nights letting his inner demons eat at him. He is a trembling mess by the time he's finally able to step out onto the main SOLDIER floor again, freezing at the sight of Sephiroth standing near the doorway, alive and well, his arm carefully wrapped up in a sling.

"You're... you're okay."

"Mm? Oh. Yes. It was a bad fall. But my healing capabilities proved to be amply useful for such an occasion. I received clearance this morning to return to my duties, though I've been instructed not to strain myself."

Zack miserably hangs his head, relief and guilt intermingling in his belly, his face hot, eyes red and watery.

"Listen, Sephiroth? I... about earlier..."

Sephiroth tilts his head, seemingly confused, watching as the young First dithers and balks.

"I...you saved me."

"Think nothing of it. It was instinct. A team leader's responsibility is to protect his men."

"I thought you'd died. I mean...gods, this is such a mess. I was so mad at you. I shouldn't have been. But I was. I blamed you for Angeal when I should've just talked it out. I just let it get to me. And... and... and you still..."

He forces himself not to cry, not even when Sephiroth's free hand gently, if not awkwardly, reaches over to pat his shoulder.

"...I was not keen on losing you as well."

And the tears are coming now, his efforts fruitless. He feels like a child, pawing at his eyes, shaky laugh as he shakes his head. "G-guess we have that feeling in common, huh?" He just wishes he understood it sooner.

He spends the rest of the afternoon at Sephiroth's side, holding his tablet up for him to make it easier for him to write. They don't speak much. But it feels different this time, awkward smiles exchanged, a kind of fragile reluctance when it's finally time to part ways for the evening.

But afterwards, Zack makes it mandatory to keep in contact at all times, sending Sephiroth text reminders so they can meet up to unwind together after a long hard day.

This goes on for a long while, an unspoken trust building, both parties emotionally relying on each other without ever saying a word. A pure bond; burgeoning, unexpected, but genuine. Real.

Until Nibelheim.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #sephcanons #crisis core #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #angeal hewley #zack fair #Sephzack #final fantasy vii

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wintermischief · 2 years ago

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Series/Multi Parts Recs 1

last updated: july 11th, 2023

18+, writing may contain mature content. Mostly Bucky Barnes x F! and GN!Reader. Please show support to these amazing writers!!

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Recruit @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Fury gives Bucky a simple mission that’s also guaranteed to be impossible. But Bucky refuses to give up. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

Meetings At Midnight @teamcap4bucky

You have been a driving force behind Bucky’s recovery from Hydra. He finally realizes that everything he needs is right in front of him. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Caught In The Fire @dreamwritesimagines

In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple. (Mob!Bucky x Reader)

Guiding Light @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

I Remember All Of Them @tuiccim

After Hawkeye’s retirement, you are assigned to the Avengers as the new sharpshooter. You form a special friendship with Bucky but when friends turn to lovers Bucky suddenly turns cold. Were you just another conquest of Bucky Barnes’ or was something deeper at play? (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

The Coupon Book @tuiccim

Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere. (Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader)

Two Sides Of The Same Coin @anonymityisfunwriter

One pessimist, one optimist, both equally traumatized and haunted, both trying to atone for things out of their control. (Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Enhanced!Reader)

Snow @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Yes, Sir @bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky discovers a newfound kink. (Possessive!Boyfriend!Bucky x Sub!Reader)

Bucky And The Bed @that-damn-girl

You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an 'electronic blackout' during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky's become your personal heater and there's only one bed. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

I Want To Hold Your Hand @thismustbefakeme

Set after TFATWS. You are part of the newly appointed Captain America's growing team. You have had a crush on Bucky and vice versa. When you finally admit your feelings...shenanigans ensue.

Ease My Mind @buckyskorpion

Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader, friends to lovers)

Honey And The Bee @chrevastan

One sleepless night brings you to the large communal kitchen at the Avengers Compound. Fully furnished and equipped but barely used, you decide to give the room a little culinary love. Little did you know, your new hobby would bring you some special moments with your friends and opportunities to get to know the newest addition to your team—Bucky Barnes. (Bucky Barnes x Chef!Baker!Avenger!Reader, enemies to lovers)

10 Signs An Introvert Likes You @andyl394

Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video; A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not. (Bestfriend!Bucky x Reader, friends to lovers)

Shifter @floatingpetals

Bucky wasn’t sure what to make of the newest recruit. What he thought was the new team pet was really a shifter in disguise. He learns she’s not afraid of much, whether it’s himself, or walking around all natural. Having the unique ability to change into several different kinds of animals makes her a bit more in tune to her animal instincts as well. Things are hardly ever dull anymore with her around. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

The Barnes’ AU @agentofkrypton

Bucky Barnes has settled down, living in a beautiful home in New Orleans with his wife, a former Avenger. These are the different stories of how they navigate being superheroes, spouses, and parents. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

Bucky And His Little Fairy @kinanabinks

The adventures of Bucky and his little Fairy. (Mob!Bucky x Bestfriend!Reader)

Pride And Privacy @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line. (Bucky Barnes x Roommate!Reader)

Fragments @subwaysurf45

You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later? (Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader)

Stuck Wit U @slyyywriting

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Pyrokinetic!Reader)

Through His Eyes @sebbytrash

Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

The Assassins @cherrypickertheory

On one of their missions to destroy HYDRA bases, Bucky Barnes finds someone who shares a similar past to him. Getting her to overcome her time as a HYDRA is one thing, falling for her is another. (Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader)

As Time Goes By @caffeineforbucky

The Two Of Us @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader)

Pansies, Pain And Other Things About Bucky | Part 2 @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

If Only I Had A Heart | Part 2 @buckybarnesowl

Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings you in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process. (Bucky Barnes x Engineer!Reader)

Season Of The Witch @msmarvelwrites

Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time…but this time you don’t mind so much. (Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader)

Hope Of It All @bethdutten

After saving Steve and breaking from Hydra, Bucky remembers you from the helicarrier. He doesn’t know where else to go. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Accidentally In Love @creativebeang

After Bucky Barnes gets injured during a mission, you end up moving in with the avengers where your life changes forever. (Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader)

The Road Goes Ever On And On @rocketrhap3000

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks. (Bucky Barnes x Mother!Reader)

Metal Arms And Short Skirts @buckyarchives

Waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and...scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. While Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him. (Bucky Barnes x Engineer!Doctor!Reader)

When I Want | PDA 1 | PDA 2 | PDA 3 | PDA 4 @notyetneedcoffee

In which you and Bucky reveal your relationship and drive everyone crazy.

Save Me @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumble to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is? (College!Bucky x Reader)

Everything’s Better In Westview @espinosaurusrexex

You and Bucky sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Fight For me @littleseasiren

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Swallow @all1e23

Swallows choose a mate for life, and will only nest with that bird and no other; they travel long distances apart only to find their way to back to each other, again and again. Bucky knew the second he met you.

Accidents Happen @avengerofyourheart

You are accident prone, come from a sheltered background, and have been with the Avengers almost a year when Steve finds Bucky and brings him to the Avengers Tower. Bucky takes an interest in your quirkiness.

I’ll Love You Forever @buckyswintersoldiermask

Your time with Bucky in Wakanda.

Another World @sinner-as-saint

In a futuristic world, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm.

For The Love Of The Game @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

The Help @buckitybarnes

In which Stark thinks Bucky needs an assistant of some sort. However, Bucky thinks you’re unqualified. It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.

So This Is Love @ofstarsandvibranium

Your friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger.

Selfless Love @redgillan

A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Blush @noturgoffgf

You had a bet every day to make Bucky blush. You were doing so well until he started to fight back.

Finding Memories @justkending

Waking up with little to no memory of your past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world you quickly learn runs on chaos. But you’re not the only one trying to figure out your forgotten backstory. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

ON GOING

Roar And Giggle @holylulusworld

He’s just the worst. Right? (Biker!Bucky x BookstoreOwner!Reader)

A Week To Fall In Love @creativebeang

A mission, feuds, an underground network, life in the suburbs and Bucky. What could go wrong, right? Wrong. (Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader)

Little Bird @scrumptious-delusion

The adventures of Bucky and you, the sunshine agent assigned to work with him. (Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Agent!Reader)

You’re Mine, Sunshine @theeleggymeggy

Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter's personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won't be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you're the complete opposite? (Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky x Sunshine!Reader)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader masterlist #bucky barnes x reader series #bucky barnes fic recs

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dwindlinghaze · 2 years ago

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evermore

(remus lupin x reader)

a/n: this is my favourite evermore song aaah <333 and also remus is just :(

summary: a winter date blurb with rem

contents: fluff that's it,,, lmk if there's more!

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it's the month of december, the month of endings and beginnings. outside, the scape was filled with knee-deep snow capturing a scene of the wildest winter.

your neck was wrapped in your boyfriend's scarf with his scent filling your nostrils. the cafe was warm and cozy, the smell of burnt cinnamon and hot chocolate lingering in the air.

you tugged your coat tighter to yourself, keeping the warmth in. "rem where are we going next?"

he looked up at you, placing the cup of hot cocoa down on the wooden table. "we can go to the library, or do christmas shopping, or we can skate, anything you want."

when he smiles, you have a feeling so peculiar. it's like no pain would be forevermore.

remus draped his arm around you as you walked down the snowy path. white flakes on your lashes; he wants to kiss them away.

"you're warm," you said, snuggling further to his embrace.

"i know," he kissed the crown of your head as he spoke. "let's go inside the clothing store, you're freezing."

"aren't we going to the library? i know you want to buy that book you told me about yesterday," you questioned.

"oh but you're cold. let me buy you a coat first then we'll go."

"rem, i already am wearing a coat. i don't need a second one!"

"but you are cold, lovely. let me just buy you a coat then we'll go to the library then maybe we can skate around too."

"you're very considerate."

"yes i am. especially when it's about you," he opened the door of the shop to let you in first. "you like this one?" he held up a brown coloured coat with

"it looks good, plus it's very warm and fuzzy," you giggled.

you two walked hand in hand to the library after. finding books in which you can read to each other during sleepless nights.

"hey look isn't this the one?" you peered up at him. as you took in his appearance, you found yourself lost in adoration.

his eyes were crinkling on the side as he scrunched his face from the dusty shelf; his hair was a ruffled mess in the most perfect shade of sandy blond; his lips curving in a lopsided smile when he catches you staring.

you blushed and looked away in embarrassment. "i'm nervous under your stare," he joked to make you feel less shy.

"you're just pretty," you said.

"coming from you!"

"i love you, thanks for today."

"i love you too, and anytime lovely."

#remus lupin fluff #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader fluff

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megalommi · 2 years ago

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MEGALOSOMNIA AU

by Megalommi

Updated as of May 30 2023

Read more for story and character details about Baggs and Megalosomnia.

Author: Megalommi

Date published: 4/4/21

Type: Timeline divergent

Tone: Serious AU

- IMPORTANT! Any NSFW depictions by the author or others are non-canon.

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Timeline:

Past

Normal canon up until Gaster disappears into his own creation.

Asgore has 6 human souls by this point.

Sans is installed as Royal Scientist.

Perhaps Asgore was going to apoint sans, but sans said no. Too much effort. So in this AU, he says yes to the job offer.

They move to their nice home in Snowdin, Sans earns enough to just work this job and pay the rent. This was to escape the cramping of the city, and to get Papyrus closer to his dream of being in the Royal Guard. (which he does when befriending Undyne).

He goes to Grillby's, and helps Papyrus patrol and set up puzzles still. He always has time for Papyrus.

He practises puns at the door to the Ruins, and befriends the old sad woman.

The broken machine is in true lab

Sans uses the blueprints (from Gaster) to create the DT extraction machine, as Alphys does in normal timeline.

Sans injects DT into Fallen Monsters as per Asgore's orders.

Asgore asks for the recently 'Fallen Down' to be delivered to the lab.

Sans injects determination into only one of the bodies (Snowy) as a control case. The body rises. And melts.

He ceases the experiment immediately and alerts Asgore.

Asgore shares the blame with Sans, and they inform the family of what has happened. The family are shocked but overall happy to have their Snowy back, albiet in a form that requires care.

They send the rest of the bodies home to pass in peace with their families.

He tweaks the DT Extraction Machine to be able to extract other soul essence.

Finding that determination could not be handled in a Monster body, he seeks other elements that perhaps could.

Sans extracts Perserverance from the Magenta Soul.

He finds the material to be similar to DT, but not as potent.

Sans experiments on himself with Perserverance, gains hypnosis powers

Feeling haunted by the DT experiments and the weight of failiure on his shoulders, Sans has not been sleeping. Desperate, he makes the foolish decision to experiment on himself.

He distills it into a drinkable vial, and swallows it. His magic absorbs it, and tints his soul.

After a sleepless night of tossing and turning, and halucinating, he pulls himself out of bed. He finds It colours his left eye pink, and his teeth are somehow changed. And ever after that, he finds sleep impossible.

Otherwise, he deems the experiment a failiure, as it didn't result in any ability to open the barrier or use the souls.

Fundamentally changed by this, Sans changes his name to Baggs.

A nickname given to him by the constant deep bags under his eyes.

Baggs is ordered to experiment on live monsters. He confronts Asgore.

Baggs refuses, being living proof that it only brings suffering. Not to mention Snowy.

Asgore points out that it wasn't so bad, and Baggs lived, and pushes the issue. Asgore is desperate to escape his fate of killing one more human, and even more, his previous ambition to become a god and destroy humanity.

Baggs agrees. He holds no animosity towards humans. (after all, he feels as if he once lived amongst them, in another world). Besides, Papyrus desires a carefree life on the surface, not one stained with war.

Baggs takes pity on the desperate, tired king. He asks Asgore not to worry about it anymore, that Baggs will shoulder this burden, and find a way to let them escape peacefully.

Asgore is powerful, but despite his need to uphold his royal duty, his inner desires agree with Baggs. In this way, he easily falls under Baggs's words and power.

Baggs realises a beat too late that that was far too easy, and sees his colour in Asgore's eyes.

They do not share this with anyone, as far as the Underground is aware, humankinds' downfall is still on the cards.

Baggs experiments with his new magic.

Confused by that occurance, he finds that he is using his ability without realising, his natural charisma is tainted with magic that easily sways everyone around him.

He experiments, and realises that he has a powerful ability to Hypnotise. A combination of his soul's blue magic, his intuitive sense of judgement, and the Perserverance in his magic, allows him to control everyone around him.

He practises this ability, and fine tunes it.

He ramps up his work

He gets a bigger budget from the King, and permanetly houses the souls in his lab.

Alphys 'invents' Mettaton, and it dazzles the King. Baggs is not fooled, but he asks Alphys to work with him anyway, she's a skilled designer, if slightly unreliable and neurotic.

Though Mettaton gives him the idea, what if he could create a REAL human with a REAL human soul. He begins researching and theorising.

He has less time for Papyrus, who grows lonely without him. To make it up to him, he aquires real Royal Guard armour for Papyrus to wear to the costume party. He is overjoyed, and never takes it off.

He only visits the old woman behind the door rarely, and is not in much good humour. She picks up on his changes, and grows concerned. He visits even less, in shame.

Baggs injects DT into a golden flower.

He continues his experiments with Souls and DT.

His only other experiment with DT after the disasturous last experiment. He figures it is safer and more controlled to inject the plants supplied by the King. Perhaps their connection to the outside world may help.

Eventually Flowey escapes the lab, full of Determination, and the ability to SAVE, LOAD and RESET. (reseting presumably to the point in which his story starts, ie, he wakes in a lab).

Flowey messes with the Underground

Flowey plays around with the Underground as if it were a game.

He and Baggs come to blows more than once. As Flowey has no soul, Baggs cannot control him.

Flowey recognises Baggs as the biggest threat, and annoyance. Makes his games unfair.

Baggs half remembers these instances, enough to be wary. One of his experiments was apparently a success, and now his biggest threat.

Baggs gets more desperate, he literally feels as if time is looping, and he is no closer to his goals. Worst of all, he remembers death, his own, his brother's, everyones. His psyche is fracturing under the stress and trauma.

He discovers the existance of SAVE, LOAD and RESET, after many, many, many encounters with Flowey and loops. He links the abilities to DT.

Frisk Falls into the Underground

Frisk falls during Summer vacation

Frisk experiences the game as normal right up until they leave Home. (Flowey tails them of course).

Alphys's surveilance system alerts to movement at the door, and she watches intently as the human progresses through Snowdin.

Baggs is deep in his planning and research when he recieves a call from Papyrus... He met a human. The loop has been broken. This is new.

He shortcuts out to meet with Papyrus, to meet and size Frisk up. He keeps his distance, observing. He decides not to intervene with his powers, so he may keep his trump card for another time.

At one point, he feels a sense of deja-vu he knows too well. The human has the DT abilities.

Frisk makes friends wherever they go, never an ounce of malice or ill will in their intent. Their LV stays at 1. Baggs finds himself endeared by the human, especially when they play with and make friends with Papyrus. He is conflicted. He doesn't know what to do.

When Frisk arrives at the lab, after befriending a befuddled Undyne, he welcomes them, introduces them to a star struck Alphys.

In a flash, he stumbles back as he recognises something in their eyes for a split second. Something he has seen before. In Flowey. He remembers the horrors subected to him, to his family and friends, to the entire underground. Frisk is oblivious, after a thorough judgement of them, he finds it. Strings.

He excuses himself, down into True Lab.

Alphys guides the human through Hotland over the phone, not the winding, trapped version of her own making, but a short and fun jaunt where Frisk meets more monsters on their way and solves only a few puzzles.

In this time, Baggs is preparing one of many plans he had foreseen. Preparing tanks, and life support fluid. And a terrarium.

The Core is messed with and hit men are hired, Alphys is confused by this, but presses on. She still has her sense of confidence unshaken by any experiment failiures. And then Mettaton reveals himself, he cannot allow them to reach Asgore, who will take their soul and become god, and wants Frisk's soul for himself to reach humanity through the barrier alone.

Alphys realises her neglect of her friend and tries to reason with him, but the phone is cut out. The fight plays out as normal, and Alphys arrives to help after.

Everything is normal up until Frisk reaches the judgement hall. Where she meets... Papyrus! He says this is usually Baggs's job, but that he wasn't answering his calls, and is too busy these days anyway. He gives Frisk the best judgement he can, and that is, that he thinks they're SUPER DUPER and A VERY COOL FRIEND.

He waves them goodbye enthusiastically, as they go to meet their very nice King, who will surely let them go home.

Frisk reaches the throne room, where Asgore is shocked to see them. He stalls, mentioning something about Baggs and their promise, but he relents. Its too late. He must fufill his duty. Frisk follows Asgore into the next rooms, tailed as always by Flowey. He pauses at the spot in the middle of the flowers, the spot he died. This gives Baggs his chance to suddenly appear and capture him in a glass bowl. Flowey swears and hisses and tries to escape, but its no use. The glass is re-enforced, there's no escape. Baggs shortcuts away with him.

Frisk and Asgore reach the barrier, and the fight begins. Only one glass vial appears, the one for Frisk's soul.

Before Asgore can be felled, Frisk grants them mercy. Asgore promises that they will be very well taken care of in the time trapped in the underground. Baggs appears, and reiterates that. He suddenly takes control of Asgore's soul, who stills placidly. He then turns menacingly to Frisk, and engages them in an encounter. Frisk tries their best, but having been weakened by the fight, they are no match. They too fall to Baggs's power, and they fall unconcious.

Just then, Papyrus enters the room, and shocks still at the scene.

"SANS... WHAT'S... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

Baggs, falters, and his triumphant grin falls. No... He can't shoulder this burden, not Papyrus. He can't know. Baggs levels a hypnosis attack at an unsuspecting Papyrus, and Papyrus falls prey too. He falls to his knees, placid and completely under Baggs's power, but his eyes not understanding, accusing. Baggs erases the memories of what happened here, in Asgore, and in his brother. He promises Papyrus, but more himself, that he will never use his magic on him again.

He sets everything as it was. Asgore in his garden, Papyrus back at home. He makes them believe that Frisk left the Underground with a mysterious golden flower.

He then places Frisk in cryostasis, and Flowey in his inescapable terrarium enclosure. He cannot sedate a flower, and so must endure his charming personality when he is in this room. He feeds Flowey and keeps him alive, and extracts information where he can, and researches him. With Frisk asleep, and still holding on to their DT powers, Flowey can do nothing.

He now, technically, has all 7 souls needed to break the barrier. But a human cannot absorb human souls, only a monster can. And he refuses to kill. He perserveres to find another way.

the power to SAVE, LOAD, and RESET, He cannot trust Frisk with it, and certainly not Flowey. Frisk had too much determination, he could not keep them controlled for long, they resisted him too much. This power was now dormant, and he no longer would have to fear it. Time could move on.

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The underground believes Frisk left the Underground, Papyrus believes his friend Flowey helped them cross the barrier.

The King announces henceforth, they will no longer wage war on the humans. When they break the barrier and arrive back on the surface, it will be in peace. He announces that The Royal Scientist will create the means to break the barrier, and that they are closer than ever.

The King announces that due to Papyrus's bravery in assisting himself and the human and helping them resolve peacefully, he is 'knighting' him as General of the Royal Guard. He outranks Undyne. The Royal Guard is now to focus on defense, and not attack. They must be able to defend their Kingdom, without waging war. They cite Frisk's determined kindness as an inspiration.

Any human that falls down is to be peacefully escorted to the Lab to assist Baggs with his research.

All of this is due to Baggs's influence over Asgore.

Baggs installs surveilance cameras in more places all over the underground.

Someone might say 'its rude to talk about someone who is listening'.

The Underground's concerns of overpopulation and corruption have to be downplayed and optics controlled by Baggs. He refuses to let people fall down in despair, he must keep hope alive.

Baggs works with the Spider crime syndicate to help with control, and sell magic laced baked goods. They also bring him intel.

Baggs Character Profile

Species: Skeleton

Age: ?? / Adult

Pronouns: He/Him

Aliases: Sans (previously), Doctor

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral / Chaotic Good

Relationship status: Single

Personality and behaviours:

- He’s very charismatic and charming and used to getting his way.

- He’s a major egotist, putting out an air of superiority. He lets this persona slip when his guard is down, especially when he’s around General, and sounds like his old self.

- Baggs spends most of his time in the lab, but tries to make time for General.

- Everything he does, he does for his brother and monsterkind as a whole.

- He has only ever used his hypnosis on General once (and he hates himself for it). He wears hypnosis-blocking glasses and a more casual outfit around him.

- He occasionally performs as a stage hypnotist, but he hams up the performance to make it look fake.

- He used to love puns, but doesn’t really do that much anymore. He still cracks a pun every now and then to keep appearances, but his sense of humor has gotten much darker.

Occupation: The Royal Scientist, occasionally stage comedy hypnotist.

Residence: Snowdin, same house.

Fav Food: Relish, Sushi, Pizza Pockets (secretly).

- he secretly favours pizza pockets but he wouldn’t admit it. He gets home late often and doesn’t make time to cook, so of all the microwaved treats he indulges in when nobody notices, that’s his favourite.

Weapons: None.

Appearance:

Baggs is physically very similar to the old Sans. His left eye has a distinct magenta glow to it from his corrupted magic. He can’t sleep, and as such is tired all the time. Thus he always appears to be exhausted. He’s also rather malnourished, partially from working when he should be eating. He is 4’7” tall. His teeth are almost eerily perfect.

Height: 4;7" (or, a few inches taller than canon sans)

Abilities:

Baggs’ powers are exclusively focused on hypnosis as a result of his blue magic being corrupted by his sleep experiment with the perserverance soul. Instead of blue, now it’s magenta.

His hypnosis works similarly to real-life hypnosis, allowing him to influence people while they're awake, and induce a sleep state, allowing him to program new behaviors.

His blue magic could control a soul like a puppet, controlling their actions but not their mind. His corrupted magenta magic can take full control of a soul, making it want to bend to his will, invoking a sense of “bliss”.

Closing your eyes can buy you time to escape, because while his voice can hypnotize, it’s more difficult than with eye contact. Also, if he tries to hypnotize another hypnotist, it becomes a sort of “tug of war” kind of situation, where the hypnotist with the strongest will wins out and controls the other.

The effectiveness of the magic depends on willpower, or determination.

After a hypnosis attempt, a mark is left on the victim’s soul. This makes the victim easier to control the next time he tries.

Baggs had created special glasses that can dull his power, he wears these around General.

People can be kept in a trance once he has hypnotized them, it doesn’t take effort on his part to program them. But they need top ups occasionally.

In terms of the actual act, he can only use his magic on one soul at a time, but he can trance a room if he just uses traditional hypnosis tactics.

If he were to really flex his magic, he could perhaps use his magic on a few souls at a time, but it would take a great deal of effort and would be a risk.

He also has the ability to form multiple hands from his magic, this takes a lot of his energy and is risky in combat as it leaves him drained.

Other details:

The experiment that changed his soul and gave him new abilities rendered him completely unable to sleep. He’s tried every sleep aid and sleeping strategy there is, but nothing worked. Meditation and the like can help to give a small amount of temporary relief, but he doesn’t feel like he even deserves relief. He can’t even get knocked out. He’s awake 24/7 for the rest of his life. It doesn’t manifest in the same way that insomnia does in real life, but it does significantly affect his decision-making skills and mental health.

He must rest his mind and body from work however. If he does not, his mental state starts to deteriorate. The first signs are yawning, then making mistakes and becoming clumsy, until he reaches a state of ‘sleepy drunkenness’, where he acts severely inebriated. General Papyrus takes care of him when he is like this. He doesn’t remember anything that happens to him in this state, and therefore makes sure it doesn’t happen as much as he can.

He has once or twice become so tired he has started ‘hallucinating’. He has seen Gaster in the void.

Quotes:

* You haven’t been able to stop thinking about me, have you? It’s fine, I get that a lot.

* I just have a way of getting inside people’s heads.

Other Main Character Notes

General Papyrus

Has more of a vanity position, he spends his time playing politics, making connections across the underground, trying his best to keep up hope. He unwittingly brings intel to Baggs about any problems or concerns in the Underground, and any talk of discontent. They are mysteriously and unceramoniously solved overnight.

Undyne trains him more seriously now, and he has grown very competant and strong.

He gets a bit spoiled and a bigger head than usual, Undyne makes sure to keep him grounded.

Instead of 'my brother is so lazy!' he says things like 'my brother is always so busy'

He and Baggs participate in government council meetings and the morning announcements

Doesn't sleep much, "my brother even less!"

Nabstablook

Cannot be hypnotised due to his ghostly body, but goes along with it anyway to be polite.

He is Toriel's ears in the Underground, tells her of the events of the outside.

Does not tell her about Baggs specifically, he promised he wouldn't tell.

Toriel

Is told that Frisk has left the underground, and is filled with immense relief. Finally, a child escaped this place.

Asgore is still alive, and though he has recinded his declaration of war, there is no reason for her to rejoin the Underground as Queen. Frisk is gone, and she is alone again.

She hears strange things about the Underground. Although there is more hope and happiness, there is something off.

She misses the voice at the door, he was so sad during the end. She wonders what happened to him.

Most of all, she misses Frisk, and she is lonely. She has tried Frisk's phone, but they never pick up.

Undyne

Undyne feels a bit betrayed by Asgore, who so easily gave Papyrus a position so high. She grants that Papyrus does deserve it, he was tough and brave in that moment. She holds only a bit of bitterness for General, but more than that, she supports him.

She would leave the Royal Guard, with its less violent direction, but she can't let her friend take such a high position with no training. She can't talk him out of it, and so she ramps up his training.

In the end, she decides to stay, the guard needs her, and so does her friend.

Her relationship progresses with Alphys somewhat more quickly, since Alphys is much more relaxed, less guarded, and doesn't feel the need to lie so much.

She is very resistant to Baggs's control, due to her unusual amount of Determination.

She is thus more aware of the changes in the background, and is suspicious.

Alphys

Alphys continues to assist Baggs in research, she takes care of tasks in the above lab. She never remembers visiting True Lab. Only Baggs has access to True Lab. She is blissfully unaware of what is happening, being the most frequently brainwashed. Otherwise, her life is a lot happier.

Her and Undyne first meet in Waterfall under much happier circumstances, where Alphys is gathering trash happily, instead of contemplating ending her life.

Mettaton

Baggs easily sways Mettaton into helping him brainwash the entire underground. MT is an even bigger star, and Baggs retains subtle public control.

Asgore

Thoroughly under Baggs's thumb. Baggs preys on the part of him who wants to give it all up to someone else. Baggs influences to make decisions for the Underground that Baggs desires.

Baggs pulls the strings, and Asgore is granted some amount of relief from his guilty conscious and grief, and the weight of his responsibilities.

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