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â playing my heartstrings like a rock star â
# summary; you're messing with his feelings and he doesn't understand why
# playlist; hey arthur!, arthur hill, think i'm in love with you, chris stapleton, please notice, christian leave
# word count; 1.9k
# note; i needed a happy ending my first fic on here cant be angst<3 I did not proofread this so sorry
The three boys sat in their sitting room, a comfortable silence lingering as they scrolled through their phones. "Arthur wants to know if we're going to come to the pub with him," George finally spoke up, looking to his friends and mentally crossing his fingers they'd agree. They deserved it after the week they've had.
Arthur chews the inside of his lip waiting for Chris' reply, not wanting to be the one to reject the invitation, but he knows you'll be there after your earlier text about going for drinks.
Chris shrugs laying his phone down next to him, "I don't see why not," both he and George stand, heading in the direction of their bedrooms to grab sweaters and shoes, assuming everyone is down.
When they disappear from sight, Arthur finds himself groaning, pressing his palms so hard to his closed eyes that he sees stars dotting his vision when he eventually opens them. It's not that he doesn't want to see you, he knows that when he does he can't resist the later idea of going home with you and he hates himself for it.
"They can't know," you always say, referring to your shared group of friends, "it'll throw off the dynamic, you can just come to my flat for the night on the weekend." You're grown adults, who cares what you get into when you're alone? He doubts anyone would really care as much as you think, but every time he tries to express that someone ends up with their feelings hurt, and 99.9% of the time they're his.
He makes his way to his room, spending more time than he cares to admit trying to find the cologne he knows is your favorite. His closet's a mess, but he finds the jumper you love to steal kicking himself for trying so hard as he throws it on over his old t-shirt. He stands in his bathroom pulling a baseball cap on to cover how flat his hair had become from lying on the couch for the last two hours.
Chris is yelling something from the kitchen about how he's worse than a woman about his looks, he can't find it in himself to care enough to think of a witty reply, instead just shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.
their bar of choice isn't far so they decide walking is the better and cheaper option, the walk is quick, and he stays a few paces behind his friends with music playing in his airpods as he gives himself a pep talk preparing to see you.
You sit at the bar with Becky and Arthur chatting about everything and nothing all at once, "You know, babe, I still need to get you on see it off, George and both Arthurs have nominated you now," she remarks, smirking as she brings her pint to her lips, you look to Arthur whos nodding along with her.
As the three of you chat, you're practically yelling over the people around you, "Let me know a date and we'll get it sorted," you smile, Arthur pipes up about needing the toilet and slips off his stool heading off in the direction of the restrooms.
As soon as he's out of sight, she scoots into the seat he once inhabited with her brows raised, "Anything new with you and Mr Hill?" You sigh, dreading having to answer that question, "There won't be anything new ever I don't think, I've made it clear how bad of an idea we are," your stomach turns at your own words, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea wash over you.
It wasn't like you didn't want anything other than to be with him, but everyone was so close and the what if's shadow how good the relationship could be.
What if something bad happens and you can't spend time together as a big group any longer? What if you couldn't film together? What if you had to listen to songs written about how bad of a girlfriend you were? She groans, her head falling onto her crossed arms, "You're so doubtful, darling. Give him a shot, he's such a sweet boy, especially to you." She sounded exactly like your mum when you told her the same thing after he came home with you one weekend. Sighing you continue, "I've never met someone like him-" You're cut off suddenly as rough hands slap over your eyes, "Guess who," George Clarke and his atrociously fake, heightened voice are quite unmistakable, you shove his hands away, giggling, and spin on your stool.
Your heart thumps against your chest, rattling your ribcage knowing there's no chance he and Chris showed up without the one person you've been waiting all week to see, sure enough there he is, though he's not even looking in your direction instead his eyes are glued to his phone screen with both headphones in, obviously not wanting to be here in the slightest.
You greet the boys not really paying any mind to anything being said, keeping your attention on Arthur the whole time. finally, once the four of your friends are distracted, you slip off your barstool and join him at the table he was sitting at alone, "You alright?" your question hangs in the air as you sink your teeth into the plush of your lower lip, "Fine, thanks," he replies dryly going out of his way to seem as uninterested as possible.
Scoffing, you snatch his phone from his hand, pausing whatever was playing on his Spotify, "Talk to me, please? I missed you." His eyes soften at your words as he fights with himself not to give in to you too easily, "missed you too," he mumbles as he picks at the skin on his fingers anxiously wanting to spew all the thoughts he's having about the two of you. Together.
Luckily for him, you beat him to it, "I wanna be with you," your words are lost to him at first as he sputters, not truly believing what he's just heard. He hates the way you can read his mind, "Like, seriously, I mean it, but we can't" he shakes his head bitterly, thinking this has to be some sort of sick joke you and Becky had strewn together.
"Do you know how many times I've heard that, y/n? I mean, seriously, tell it to someone else." He sounds so dismissive, and it hurts, but nothing hurts as bad as the sight of tears welling up in his pretty eyes. You just sit there, looking at him blankly with a lump forming in your throat, searching his eyes for something other than what he's said, but you can't seem to find it.
You scoff sliding his phone across the table back to him, "Right, sorry," you nod biting at the skin on the inside of your cheek, you turn on your heels and Arthur hates the look that you give him over your shoulder as you wrap your arms around yourself, like you see right through his attitude into the deeper side of things.
When you return George is wearing the glasses you mistakenly left in now-drunk Becky's purse, faking your accent in the worst way you've ever heard, "Those are prescription, you're gonna hurt your eyes," you sigh shaking your head, doing your best to smile. You pull them away from his face by the bridge, folding them to tuck into the v of your top, "Think 'm gonna get going," you mumble, avoiding everyone's eyes as the laughter dies down.
"So soonnnn?" Becky pouts jutting out her bottom lip for good measure, tucking your phone into your back pocket, murmuring something about how you have to film in the morning. Your friends say goodbye as you go around hugging everyone, when you get to Chris he pulls you in and whispers into your ear, "Take Arthur with you, please? He's bloody miserable." His breath is hot and riddled with the smell of beer as it fans across your face.
From across the room, Arthur feels his blood run hot as Chris whispers something to you and his hand lingers on your waist for longer than he deems friendly or comfortable, rolling his eyes he nibbles at the dry skin on his bottom lip until he begins to notice the familiar metallic taste of blood linger on his tongue. Nothing about this evening was going well and it just seems like lives trying to get back at him for something he doesn't even know he's done.
He was too busy in his own head to notice your presence just next to him, "C'mon, my uber's waiting," nearly falling off his stool as your words snapped him from the trance he was in, "Not up for it tonight," you scoff at his words, of course, he's thinking the opposite of what you had planned.
"Don't want you to fuck me, just wanna spend time with you," His brows raise involuntarily at your bluntness, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing you can't stay away just as much as he, boosts his confidence every damn time.
He doesn't find it in himself to reject you again, simply sliding off the still and interlocking your fingers, hoping to God every one of your friends is watching. As you make it outside your uber is in fact not there, he's about a mile out so you lean against the brick wall, Arthur's close proximity looming over you, "What was Chris on about?" Your drooping eyes shoot open, and the jealousy in his voice makes you smirk, seeing an opportunity to toy with him, just a bit,
"What's it to you," you shoot back, arms crossed over your chest he steps closer suddenly invading your space, his cologne which so happens to be your favorite begins to cloud your nose and mind as your chest rises and falls, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "You know exactly what it is to me, sweetheart."
His thumb and forefinger grip your chin forcing you to meet his eyes, the rings of his hands are cold against your heating face, "If 'm going home with you, I suggest you share." Your breath hitches at the dominance that's suddenly radiating off him, you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head as his breath fans across your face, instead letting them fall closed once more.
You swallow, once more allowing eye contact, "He thought you were miserable and I should take you home with me." The smirk on your face makes Arthur regret ever telling Chris and George about how he'd wanted to spend more time with you. "I want to give this a shot," he scans your face waiting for you to remind him how you shouldn't but you don't say anything else.
"You mean it," his thumb rubs circles on the exposed skin of your hip, you nod, knowing words would betray you, "Need to hear you say it," he sounds breathless, looking at you with hopeful raised eyebrows.
"I wanna be your girlfriend-" his lips meet yours before you can even finish your thought, both hands cupping cupping your face. A wolf whistle comes from your immediate left and he pulls away but doesn't step back, shielding you from view, though you see over his shoulder as both George and Arthur hand Becky what look to be ten-pound notes.
#arthur hill#arthur hill x reader#arthur hill x you#arthur hill angst#arthurhill#arthur hill fluff#arthur hill smut#arthur hill imagine#arthur hill fanfic
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"Wayne, surely," she said, not looking up from her list.
"No," Wax replied, pouring a drink.
"Really?"
"Really," he confirmed, throwing back his drink. This bottle of whiskey was far too expensive to be treated that way, but he had a feeling he would need it's effects sooner rather than later.
"Why ever not?" Steris sounded genuinely baffled. "I mean...I can't imagine him being uninterested, and you two are so close..."
"You don't sleep with everyone you're close to." He watched his hands pour another glass of rich, amber liquid.
"Maybe I don't," she muttered.
He shot her a look and she shrugged, unapologetic.
"I just can't believe you would invite Miles Hundredlivesâ"
"â One time!"
"âin close like that, but not your best friend. I mean you had been traveling together, for what, 10 years at that point?"
Waxillium drank the next glass more slowly, savoring the burn.
"We did invite him," he finally sighed, pouring a glass, then a second for Steris, then bringing them both to the table. "He said no."
Steris looked bewildered, and he didn't entirely blame her. Him, he could somewhat understand, Wayne had seen him beaten, dragged through horseshit, vomiting, had even helped clean him up after that well had gone foul, and the less that was remembered about that the better. He could hardly blame Wayne if some of the... shine to the Dawnshot image had been tarnished, even if he hadn't been completely opposed to men in the abstract, as Wax had assumed.
But Lessie? I mean, on reflection, the perfection of her body, the graceful way she had aged... maybe it could have been a hint of something else, but Wax had just thought during the moments he questioned his good fortune that it was either his bias or her good luck.
Wayne had definitely been interested in Lessie; Wax had had to tackle the younger bastard to the ground a few times to keep him from leering when she changed or bathed, during the times the three of them had shared camp or rooms.
He had eased off a bit after they made things slightly more official, but still. Everyone was interested in Lessie.
"Are you sure?" Steris asked after a moment. Wax started to pour another drink, but forced his hand down. It was enough for one night, even a night like this.
"Dead certain."
"He couldn't have...misunderstood? Or thought you were playing a prank?"
He sighed, steeling himself. "We verbatim said, 'this isn't a joke or a prank,' and than we both put our hands on his kneesâ"
"Ah!" Steris said, scribbling something down. "Was that...a 'common move'? For the two of you, I mean. Or couples looking for additional partners, in general."
Waxillium pulled out his hip flask. Hopefully, any flushing would be attributed to the alcohol, not...some sort of petty embarrassment.
"No," he rasped, surprised at the husk in his voice. "No, we were worried that he would think we were making fun, so we wanted to be very clear."
He stared into the distance, thinking back. Most of their...conquests at the time had made his heart race with stress, maybe even a touch of dread at the thought of embarrassing himself intimately in front of company. But Wayne? Like he said, if there were two people he wasn't worried about looking foolish in front of it was Lessie and Wayne, who had already seen him at his best and his worst, and had decided to stay with him anyway.
He had been a little concerned about some extra dirty jokes, but to be completely honest, some of what Wayne had let slip about his own...proclivities had left Wax, well, intrigued. It might be nice, to have the man's hands where he could see them, not free to 'trade' for nicer handkerchiefs. To make him shut up, just for a few minutes, but in a good way â like laughing too hard around a fire, not the darker quiet the young man could occasionally be prone to.
"Wayne turned down sex with you and Lessie?" Steris still seemed flabbergasted at the idea. "The woman-kandra-person who regularly disguised herself as a dancing girl?"
"Not that regularly. She only did a few times on purpose."
She stared flatly at him and he conceded the point.
"I don't know!" he said, one hand bringing the flask down hard, the other flying up in bewilderment. "He just â he really wasn't interested, alright! He practically ran out of the room!"
"Perhaps he was simply overwhelmed with â"
Wax shook his head, trying not let the gnawing frustration turn into anger, with Steris most certainly didn't deserve. "No. He very clearly said no, and that 'he would greatly appreciate if we would never make the offer, or anything like it, ever again,'"
Steris leaned back, stumped. "Perhaps the Wayne you spoke to was also a Kandra?" she offered weakly.
He gave her a look and she huffed, crossing her arms. "It just seems so out of character!"
Waxillium shrugged. "He's more nuanced than people give him credit for. I might know him better than anyone, but there's still times I read him wrong, or can't get a read at all."
"If it was not for Mellaan I would assume it was the prospect of a man in the picture."
"Yeah. Those were my thoughts too."
Steris peered at him out of the corner of her eyes. He fidgeted slightly.
"Waxillium Ladrian," she said slowly, "Are you jealous?"
"No, no â just..." he stared down at his hands, voice growing weak. "Maybe...a bit vain. I mean I know I'm old now, but back thenâ" he shook his head ruefully. "It's foolish. A younger man's wounded pride."
#mistborn era 2#cosmere fanfiction#sterris ladrian#waxillium ladrian#wayne terrisborn#nevertheless cosmere#my au#or. well. could be canon compliantish#There IS a reason wayne said no but its so fucking stupid#i mean it's really really stupid to where it made me laugh out loud
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I kind of got into your story and I was thinking, are you going to post the old/original version of Time and Time again? so we could have a new point of view or about your evolution in design and history
I don't really want to tbh
I made the original version during a really hard time in my life, and it's really nice to be able to shed some of that and get to give it the love I feel like it really deserves so it can exist in a way I'm proud of!
I'm just happiest to explore the current iteration and leave it behind as it was.
#It's also just years old at this point#so it's nowhere near my current skill level both for writing and for art#like I was smack in the middle of college making it#and I was also making another comic#and ALSO working part time as a nanny#with untreated hypersomnia...#and I lost the friend I was working on it with#so the series was constantly on and off hiatus as things were just really really getting out of control#it took me like 2 years or something to get through the whole thing just because of how repeatedly heartbreaking it was to come back to it#I also got fired from my OTHER part time job (as a youth pastor (my dad is a pastor)) because of making gay comics#so it was just. really rough#so working on it the past few years has been... a process.#and I've finally gotten it to a place that each episode is a joy rather than something I dread#so I just don't want to share something that I dreaded making#I hope you understand! I'm sorry#but I won't share it#asks
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x : LUNCH BREAK :*+ďž
in which: you don't visit wriothesley during his lunch break after last night's argument, so he goes to the court of fontaine just to see you.
warnings: approx. 1.9k words, PURE FLUFF, gn!reader x pathetic and soppy and lovesick wriothesley, canon setting, reader works at the court of fontaine, post-argument so very minimal angst, probs not in character LOL
a/n: there's not a lot of content regarding fontaine or wriothesley rn so i apologise if this isn't completely in character. what i do not apologise for, however, is the urge to make him as lovesick as possible.
There is a notable tension in the Fortress of Meropide, and although a prison isnât a place for rainbows and sunshine, today it feels especially devastating. It seems that the lord of the prison is the one responsible for it.
Brooding at his desk, Wriothesley glances occasionally at the clock on his desk, growing more and more impatient with each document he has to read through. He is waiting for something: a knock on his door. He is waiting for the call of his name, the reason for their interruption, then your name will reach his ears and an unmatched excitement will bloom in his chest. Then youâll slip through the doors with lunch for two, heâll pull out a chair for you right beside him, and mask professionalism that betrays the eagerness your presence always brings out.Â
Your absence must be because of the argument that happened last night. One that remained unresolved because he went to bed before you, too furious to try to talk it out. Yet, when Wriothesley woke in the morning, a wave of guilt washed over him when you werenât pressed against him like usual. Instead, you were on the other side of the mattress, further than an armâs length away whilst turned away from him and Fontaineâs chilly mornings had never felt colder.
If he didnât need to go to work much earlier than you, he would have waited until you had woken up to leave, but being the lord of the Fortress of Meropide meant that his presence was demanded. So, with a lingering kiss to your cheek and then your temple, he leaves into the dewy mornings of Fontaine, looking forward to his lunch break that the two of you often share together.
Except now, lunch is almost over and there hasnât been a knock on his door. No one has called his name- not people he cared about, at least. You havenât slipped through the heavy set of doors. You havenât come down from the Court of Fontaine to visit him, and Wriothesleyâs patience is thinning.
His fingers itch with the need to hold you, to tuck you close to his chest and just keep you there for a few moments as time pass by. Especially after last night, Wriothesley needs you now more than ever.Â
By the time thereâs only one hour left in the work day, he snaps. Stands up from his seat with an unmatched sense of fervour because of the unnervingly quiet day and snatches his coat from the hanger, leaving documents unread as he makes a beeline for the exit of the prison. The guards listen attentively to Wriothesleyâs final commands for the day in his absence and once the information is cemented, the dark-haired is off without another second wasted.
You, on the other hand, sit in your office drowned in piles upon piles of papers. Wriothesley is a passing thought every now and then, the memories of last nightâs harsh argument settling like weights in your stomach. You miss Wriothesley, very dearly, and all you want is to settle things with him. However, the image of his furious eyes and clenched jaw terrifies you beyond belief, youâre not even sure if heâll be calmer by the time you get home, so for the first time ever, you dread the idea of going home.Â
What you are completely unaware of, however, is your lover that is storming your way, desperate to receive the medicine that will cure his moodiness and irritation.Â
The knock on your door distracts you from the piles of papers on your desk.Â
âWho is it?â you call out, voice reverberating around the spaciousness of your office.
âItâs Wriothesley, can I come in?â His tone is sharp and leaves no room for you to reject him, but the mere sound of his voice causes you to stiffen, grip on your pen tightening as the papers before you lay forgotten.Â
What is Wriothesley doing here? He normally never comes up to the Court of Fontaine just to see you because leaving the prison would be far too neglectful. There was also half an hour before he was done for the day, so could there be official business that needs to be discussed? Something urgent, perhaps?Â
If it was urgent, then why come to you and not Monsieur Neuvillette- or even Lady Furina?
âYeah- yes, you can come in,â you mutter.
When the door clicks open, Wriothesley practically barges through, door shutting behind him as he marches towards you. Getting up from your chair, youâre frightened with anticipation due to how intense his stance is.Â
âIs something the matter?â You begin, panic seeping into your voice as he pauses before you, determination setting his eyes ablaze as he eyes you down like prey. âWriothesley, youâre scaring me, did something happen at the prison-â
âWhere were you at lunch?â He demands.
You blink. âExcuse me?â
âWhy didnât you come visit?âÂ
âIs⌠is why you came up here? To ask why I didnât visit you during lunch?â
He nods, expression stern as usual save for a small pout.
âI was swamped with work,â you half-lie, gesturing to the desk behind you and although there is clear evidence on your table through the form of stacked folders and paper, a storm of uncertainty brews in his blue eyes. âI couldnât visit if I wanted to get these done, I apologise.â
The dark-haired frowns. âIs that it?â
âYes. Thatâs all.â His eyebrows furrow, creating crease marks in his forehead that you want to kiss away, alleviating his worries, but you hold yourself back from doing so in fear that Wriothesley does not want you touching him.Â
However, a switch is flicked when Wriothesleyâs stern expression softens, melting into one resembling a kicked dog. âSo youâre not upset with me?âÂ
âOh, is that also on your mind?â
âOf course, I donât like it when youâre upset with me,â your lover mutters, looking away bashfully to conceal the reddening of his cheeks. âYou arenât though, right?â
âNo, not upset. Scared, maybe, but definitely not upset.âÂ
His eyes are glossy when he looks back at you. âScared, why are you scared?âÂ
âW-we didnât end on a good note last night,â you rub your wrist nervously. âI didnât know if you would be happy with seeing me. On top of that, you can be really intimidating sometimes, so admittedly, I was a little scared to come see you just in case that you did not want me there.â
Wriothesley visually deflates with your last statement, shoulders dropping and eyes glistening as he murmurs a small, pathetic, âis that so?â
He wonders what part about him ever made it seem like he never wants you beside him, and the thought that he had frightened you enough to prevent you visiting him is an upsetting one. You must see it in his eyes with the way you frantically begin to explain yourself.Â
âOh no, darling, I didnât mean it like that-â
He turns his head away again, disappointed in himself. Itâs one thing for his prisoners to consider him intimidating but itâs another for you, his own lover, to think so as well, and the thought that he had scared you creates insurmountable shame to swell within him. Yet, his whirlwind of anxieties ceases when your hand goes to cup his cheek, gently prompting him to look at you. Then, a kiss is pressed to the corner of his lips, and his heart skips a beat at the sensation, love blocking his airways when you pull away to smile up at him.Â
âAs scary as you might be, oh great lord of the Fortress of Meropide, I also know you will never hurt me,â you reassure. âRather, I feel safest when Iâm around you, please never doubt that.â
Wriothesley sighs, hand snaking up to grip your waist and pull you closer to him. âThank you, my love. But I beg, even if you assume I am upset with you, please keep visiting my office during lunch, it is the part of the day I look forward to most.â
âIf that is your request then maybe you just need to be good and listen to me instead of arguing until your head pops off,â you tease, patting his face twice and he huffs before muttering an âunderstoodâ. Anything to see you. âIs there something else you need from my office?â
âNo, just wanted to see you,â he looks at the brown paper bag in his hands. âI brought you lunch, just in case you didnât eat.âÂ
âWriothesley,â you melt, âhow thoughtful of you. Iâll make sure to eat it when I finish reading those contracts.â
âYou should eat now, though. Donât drown yourself in work, itâs not healthy.â
âI wish it were that easy, but these piles were dumped on my desk this morning and were assigned to be done by the end of the week.â
The hand that was on your waist comes up to gently hover over your cheek and Wriothesley studies you, icy eyes hardening due to the fatigue present in your expression. You grab his wrist, trying to diverge his attention, but you should know better than assuming that your wellbeing isnât of utmost importance to him. âUnacceptable, I should have a word with your supervisor-â
â-no, no, Wriothesley! I insist, this is manageable.â
He frowns, deep and serious before surrendering to your pleas. âFine, but if it doesnât get better by the end of the week, then I will be interfering.â
âIf you do so, my supervisor will be too scared to come in for a month,â you squeeze his wrist and gently guide it away from your face, ignorant to how your neglect for your own health hurts Wriothesley as well. He knows you love your job, but he still thinks that you deserve to live life carefree, that you should get everything you want without ever lifting a finger. âItâs alright, dear, you mustnât worry about me when your work is a thousand times more stressful.â
âImpossible.â He worries about you every second of the day. Telling Wriothesley to stop fretting over you would be like telling him to stop breathing. âNow eat.âÂ
You yelp when he pulls you towards your chair, sitting you down. From the paper bag, he takes out a sandwich, one that you recognise is from one of fontaineâs favourite cafĂŠs, and he carefully unwraps it before raising it to your mouth.
âWriothesley⌠this is a little embarrassing,â you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself.
He doesnât say anything, just persistently stares at you, gaze intense enough for you to give in. As you lean in to take the first bite, you are bashfully looking away from your lover, who wears a pleased expression, satisfied with the fact that youâre letting him take care of you.Â
The tension from last nightâs dispute hasnât completely melted away, there are still things that need to be discussed calmly, but as you keep trying to push his hand away and battle Wriothesleyâs indestructible stubbornness, he knows it will work out in the end. You love him and he loves you, and if you ever forget to visit him during lunch break again, then heâll have to tear himself away from the prison and come up, just to meet you.
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#genshin x reader#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley fluff#wriothesley x reader fluff#wriothesley x gn!reader#genshin fluff#genshin x reader fluff
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So uhh. If you feel like talking about it. As someone who lives in the US, how are you being kind to yourself on this upsetting morning <3
Checked in with my loved ones first and foremost.
It's interesting. The vibe I've been getting from my circle is very different from 2016. Much less⌠dread and horror at a realignment of the understanding of what can and can't happen here, now, in this place and day and age. More "fuck, guys. again? whatever. enjoy your consequences, maybe you'll manage to learn something this time."
Frustration and anger is not the most positive feeling, or even the most fair one to express, but it is a protective one. It hurts a lot less than most alternatives.
And it's quite a shift. It was earthshattering back then. How could this have been allowed to happen? Why couldn't it be stopped? Why couldn't we stop it? Why couldn't I stop it? Why couldn't everyone see what this meant? Why couldn't I make them understand? Did they really not care? What did that mean about humanity as a whole? Were we so thoughtless? How could anyone be trusted?
It seems⌠much less earthshattering to see it happen twice. Disappointing, sure. Frustrating. But nowhere near as devastating as the first time I saw it unfold. We already knew it could happen. I've already had time to digest the implications. Now I'm just freshly disappointed.
It also feels less indicative of Crushing Truths Of Reality this time. We've seen shit get bad. We've also seen shit get better from here! We know both outcomes are possible, even inevitable. We know hoping for a better future is always worthwhile. This isn't the apocalypse. It's an unremarkably bad turn of events brought on by unremarkably self-centered well-documented human impulses. It's utterly mundane in its unpleasantness. It doesn't need to be dignified with despair.
A democratic election, no matter the outcome or the side we're on, makes us all acutely aware of how outnumbered we are by people whose worldviews and priorities are demonstrably incomprehensible to us. And the first time you get outnumbered, it's a shock. Defeat is haunting. It didn't matter how badly you wanted it; by the very function of democracy, you do not have the power to override greater numbers. (insert electoral college caveat here)
The second time through, I find myself focusing on a different facet that has dramatically reduced the amount of spiralling I'm doing. I don't expect this to work for everyone, but for me specifically, it helped to crystallize a few thoughts:
You don't have the power to control anyone else. You don't. You can't share your worldview and your revelations with them. You can't make them think or understand anything. You can lay it all out for them, but you can't make them listen, and you can't make it click. A mentor can't make their student learn a lesson; that's why teaching is so complicated and hard. An active choice must be made by the person to enable themselves to understand, and they must put the pieces together in their own mind before it makes sense to them, and the pieces must have been presented in a way that makes sense to them in the first place. Lead a horse to water, can't make them drink.
These elections highlight a disconnect in what different groups of people care about; and no matter how clearly you explain yourself or how passionately you perform, caring cannot be forced on someone. Understanding and connection cannot be forced. You cannot make anything or anyone matter to someone. They have to choose to see how it matters in order to internalize it. If they choose not to, that is not your failing. You couldn't have made them do it by just Explaining Better. They are not your responsibility. They make their own choices. You can't reach inside their head and connect the dots for them.
I'm a storyteller. I make stories and put them out into the world. I hope people get something good out of them, but I have no control over what that something is. I want people to be thoughtful and kind and compassionate and hopeful and see themselves reflected in stranges, no matter their differences. I can craft stories that I hope encourage this. But that is the extent of my ability and the extent of my responsibility. I control no-one's actions but my own, and so while I am not having the best day, I am at least content that I am doing what I can, and I am not shattering myself against impossibilities trying to control the things I can't.
Sometimes, people make decisions that I think are really bad. I can't make that not happen. All I can do is try to make decisions that will result in things I think are good. Today, that means checking in on people, and not assigning too much dramatic narrative weight to an ultimately mundane set of unremarkable bad decisions outside of my control. We'll take life as it comes and help each other out when and how we can. Everything else is out of our hands.
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First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?
Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!
LET ME MARRY YOU
âł GOJO ăă¨ă + fem!reader
The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."
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Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)
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The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.
What if something happens to you?
He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.
There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.
That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;
I want to marry you.
I'm going to marry you.
Please let me be your husband one day.
As if he's trying to manifest it.
Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.
It's October 11th.
Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.
He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.
He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.
He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.
He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.
But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.
He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.
Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.
Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.
The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.
"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.
He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.
His earthly goddess.
The purpose of his benevolent actions.
He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.
It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.
Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."
He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.
It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.
"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"
"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.
It's a stark bright day.
Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.
You open it.
He looks at you, and you look at him.
"Hi."
"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"
Your voice fills his heart with life.
"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."
"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."
Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.
There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.
"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.
"I'll always find my way home."
A silence ensues after he says this.
"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."
"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."
"... me too."
"... why did you leave?"
He stares at you.
"... I was scared of you being in danger."
He gulps.
"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."
Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...
"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."
"... yeah, duh."
He smiles meekly.
It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.
He hesitates. He contemplates.
"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"
"Of course. What is it?"
He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.
Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.
But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.
Let him just...
"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."
"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"
"Can I?"
"... what?"
"Can I please?"
"... huh??"
"Can I marry you, please?"
He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you â with very specific wording.
Can he? Will you let him?
It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.
"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.
He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."
"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."
You make him laugh. "Yeah..."
"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"
"No."
"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."
You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.
"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."
"You're damn right..."
"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."
"Satoru."
"Yes?"
His heart throbs. He looks at you.
"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."
"Oh."
You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.
So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.
"I'm sorry."
Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.
"My angel..."
When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.
He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.
Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.
Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.
"...Satoru?"
"Marry me."
You chuckle again.
"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.
He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.
"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."
On the verge of saying your name.
He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.
"Will you think about it?"
"I will."
There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.
"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."
"That took you, like, ten seconds."
You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"
He's silent.
"I have no idea."
"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.
His heart flutters at 'future husband'.
"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."
The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.
In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.
Š arminsumi
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OK ANOTHER IDEA
OK SO WE KNOW THAT ALASTOR IS A MAMAS BOY AND HAS AN AMAZING RELATIONSHIP WITH HER
SO WHAT IF ALASTOR HAD A FEM S/O BUT SHE HAS A TERRIBLE RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MOM, ITS JUST SO EMOTIONALLY TOXIC (especially with reader being an older sibling)
reader never tells him though because alastors relationship with his mom is good and she doesnât wanna make him feel bad whenever he talks about her and one day readers mom comes to the hotel and reader DREADS it and becomes snappy but readers mom wins everyone over (of course alastor too). So when reader explains that she doesnât want her mom around alastor canât understand why and reader feels betrayed its only later when readers mom shows her true colors towards reader. And reader of course bites back (or at least tries too)
So basically angst to fluff and SORRY IF THATS SO MUCHđđ
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TW: Emotionally Abusive mother, Reader suffering, Reader gets grabbed a few times, Ambiguous ending for mama
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When it comes to mothers, it's safe to say you and Alastor had very different experiences
His mother was full of warmth and kindness towards him, doing her best to build him up into a great man
She loved him greatly and it shows whenever he talks about her
But your mother?? Your mother saw you as fucking competition and always found ways to put you down, to make herself better than you
Well maybe she should be the one who was cooking the meals, getting your younger siblings off to school on time or making sure everyone had clean clothes
Just the thought of her made your stomach flip and your legs shake
She would put you down all your life while claiming it was so that you could be a great woman just like her, but not too great, you have to remember who the better woman is
Well now you're both in hell so-
You put as much distance between her and yourself as you could, living your afterlife without her influence
You even got yourself a handsome powerful overlord boyfriend and new friends to share your life with
Even though you're supposed to be in hell, you couldn't be happier
At least you were until your mother showed up at the hotel, her face full of faux worry and tears
"Oh my precious girl! This is where you've been hiding? I was so worried!!"
Before Charlie can even shut the door, your mother has already shoved her way inside and literally dug her claws into you, hugging you
It's all you can do not to throw up, smothered by her familiar scent and grip, hearing her voice again after all this time
"Now let Mommy take a look at you-oh!!! And here I was worried that you were starving! Good to know you've put some weight on those bones!"
And it's already starting-
And now she's crying and rocking you in her arms, cooing about how much she's missed you and how she's never letting you go again
Charlie and the others are just staring at the two of you, completely enraptured by your mother, like everyone always is
She loved being the center of attention
When you finally come to your senses you push her away and create some distance, disturbed by the worried looks everyone is giving her
"Mom, why are you here?"
Oh don't everyone look at you like you're the bad guy!! She's the one who's only here because she wants something!!
"Maybe I wouldn't have to come track you down if you would just visit your poor mother every once in a while...she never even calls me, you know!"
And now she's crying again, Charlie immediately going to comfort her while Vaggie gives you a dirty look
Fucking mommy issues much? Don't fall for this crap
"I don't want to visit you, so just leave-"
"Well now, who is this~?"
Alastor! Yes! He can make her leave! You turn to give your boyfriend a pleading look but your mother catches his attention first
"Oh don't worry about who I am.. just a poor lonely mother who came to see her daughter...but I guess I'll show myself out.."
Alastor doesn't have to guess who she's talking about, even in death you always looked like your mother
His smile gets surprisingly warm and soft, taking your mother's hand in his own in a disgusting display of affection that used to only be for you
"You're Y/N's mother? My my, I should've guessed! You must have so many stories of her from her life! I simply must insist that you say."
ALASTOR NO
You feel sick but nobody notices, your mother already soaking up their attention and winning their hearts
So you turn and leave the hotel, unable to stand being in her presence any longer, you don't miss the smug look she gives you on your way out
You spend all day trying to avoid going back to the hotel until you're sure your mother is gone
You're more than disappointed to find her drinking tea with Alastor, the two of them laughing, her placing her hand on top of his
She always used to try and go after your boyfriends and that hasn't changed either
She hasn't changed
"Oh darling~! We hadn't realized you left! Alastor and I were simply having a moment~"
Alastor lights up when he sees you, only to be visibly confused by your troubled expression
"Y/N! Your mother was just telling me about her life before you! She was quite a wildcard back then!"
Your mother is practically drooling over him, rubbing his hand and winking
"I'm still wild if you ever care to find out!"
You've had it
You tug your mother's hand off of Alastor, forcing her to stand up and look you in the eyes
"You need to leave! Right now!"
And here come the waterworks again
"Y/N..! Darling, what did I do wrong? I'm your mother please don't throw me out like this!"
You just start pushing her towards the door and you slam it shut behind her, sighing in relief
That is until you look at Alastor's face, his smile seeming strained
"Y/N! You can't just throw her out like that, not only is that bad manners but that's no way to treat the woman who raised you!"
Raised you? You raised yourself!!
"Alastor, you don't know what you're talking about so please just stay out of it. You don't know what she's like-"
You're trying to stay calm-
"She's your mother, it's not like she's some evil creature-"
"SHE'S IN HELL OF COURSE SHE'S EVIL-"
"So are you and I, my dear."
You try to put your foot down, tell him that you don't want her here but he's already opening the door for her and letting her back in
She looks so pleased with herself
He invites her to stay the night because of course he does, he would do it for his own mother so why not yours
You try not to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry but your eyes are already hot and watery
"I-I'm going to bed..!"
Alastor calls for you, trying to resolve things then and there but the only response he gets is your door slamming shut
He goes to go after you but your mother stops him with a gentle hand to the shoulder
"Now now...let her cool off for a bit then I'll go make sure she's alright, a mother always knows how to cheer up her child~"
It feels like you spend hours crying in your bed, feeling so hurt that Alastor took her side over yours
Your mom isn't like his, she doesn't nurture, she just takes from you and bullies you
Later, just when you've about cried yourself to sleep, you hear the bedroom door open
"Alastor..?"
"Not a chance, pet."
Now what does she want
"Why are you even here?"
Suddenly she pounces on you, grabbing your wrists tightly, eyes wild with fury she must've been containing this whole time
You don't even know why she's so mad at you, you haven't seen her in years-
"You think you're better than me now, is that it? Now that you're on your own, living in some fancy hotel, got some powerful boytoy, hiding behind hell's princess?"
As a kid, she seemed so strong but now you easily rip out of her grasp and manage to create some distance between you two
"I'm not hiding behind anyone! I'm just trying to get away from you!"
"Oh no no no, that's not how this works! I am your mother! If I have to be miserable and live in filth then so do you!"
"Why are you even here!?"
"Because it's not fair! I deserve to be here! Not some ungrateful little bitch who just happened to fall out of me!"
She lunges at you and you try to dodge her but she manages to grab you by your hair, yanking you back
You're about to start swinging when Alastor is suddenly there, watching the two of you in bewilderment
Then that bewilderment melts away into understanding, then anger
The radio sounds in the room are suddenly deafening, your mother letting go of you so she can cover her ears
You take the chance to kick her away, watching as she tumbles and loses consciousness from the impact
Alastor kneels beside you but you flinch away from him, still feeling hurt
"Y/N...I'm so sorry..." He does look properly ashamed, his smile a little watery
"Why didn't you just tell me that she was like this..?"
How could you even begin to start?? That you didn't want to somehow sour his opinion of mothers by telling him about your own?
That you didn't want him to feel guilty for having a mother who loved him while you grew up having to be a mother to your siblings because your own mom had none to give??
It's just word vomit at this point, but Alastor simply gathers you into his arms, tutting as he checks your scalp and fixes your hair
When he gets to your wrists where your mother grabbed than his smile turns positively venomous, giving your mother a deadly look
"What do you want me to do with her? Anything you ask..."
You're a little irritated that he brought her up, having been too relaxed by the feeling of his lips against your palm
"I just want her out of here..."
And that's all it takes, Alastor calls for Niffty and has her take out the trash, her scuttling out gleefully while dragging your mother
Niffty doesn't even care, she's just happy to have a new toy
You didn't realize how stressed out you were until it was just the two of you, Alastor rubbing your back soothingly
You don't know when you fall asleep but when you wake up Alastor is kissing the side of your face, looking as apologetic as he can be
You manage to convince him to apologize in morning snuggles and by the time you two come downstairs everyone else is awake
"Where is Y/N's mom?"
Not Niffty giggling and running out of the room
Alastor simply shakes his head and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you closer
"She is gone and won't ever be visiting again, I would like to ask that nobody brings her up again~"
Something about the way he says it manages to shut everyone up
Alastor takes you out to eat your favorite breakfast and spends the day spoiling you
He doesn't bring up the events of last night until the two of you are in bed, entangled in each other's arms
"You didn't ruin my opinion of mothers, you know."
"I didn't?"
"No, in fact, it sounds like you were quite the mother back in your day~"
Not his hand rubbing your belly
OH MAMA THIS ONE TOOK ALL DAY! I hope you liked it!!
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Batboys x Reader
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Summary: Rhysand shows you he and his closest friends aren't put off by blood
CW: Period sex, very descriptive, blood, horny young adult batboys, wingplay, shadowplay, some consensual mind control, Smut 18+ MDNI (Brought to you by horny periods, my uterus has taken control of me)
A/n: posting both together cause I'll be busy later and don't want to forget. Special mention to @shadowsingers-mate who asked to be tagged :)
The sun had set as you lay in Rhysand, your mate's cot, in the tent he shared with his friends, he would've been training all day while you were working with your mother, he had asked you to come to his tent after you were done, your stomach had been cramping in a familiar way all day, eyes going wide, Illyrian wings curling around yourself as you tense, you had managed to hide your periods for a while, well, almost two years you would cover yourself with a different scent than of your periods so no one caught on, and sometimes Rhysand would glamour you too.
You shot up, your stomach hurting from the cramps, Oh no, you thought as you moved to see blood spots in Rhysand's cot, you stood up, eyes wide in fear.
Panic flooded through you as you stared at the blood spots on Rhysand's cot, your heart racing. You knew you had to clean this up quickly before anyone noticed. But as you stood there frozen, you couldn't help but think about how you would explain this to Rhysand and the others.
You tried to look for something to clean the crimson spots with and find a washcloth, but you ended up spreading it further. As you frantically scrubbed at the stains, trying to erase evidence of your predicament, your mind raced with worry. Thinking of how you could possibly explain this to Rhysand without them thinking less of you.
Suddenly, a warm hand rested on your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. Rhysand's piercing violet eyes locking onto yours. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked, concern etched on his handsome face, his body covered in sweat from training.
You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I⌠I started bleeding... Ruined your bed..." You stammered, gesturing to the cot behind you.
Rhysand's expression softened, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's just a little blood, alright? It's nothing serious."
His reassuring presence did nothing to calm your frantic heart. Rhysand's comforting embrace felt foreign against your trembling body, a stark reminder of your unspoken shame. Your mind scrambled to justify why you were feeling such dread over what seemed like a normal occurrence to everyone else.
"Let me take care of this," Rhysand murmured, guiding you back towards the cot and pushing you gently down His piercing gaze locked onto yours again, filled with a mixture of tenderness and curiosity.
"You know you're always safe with me, right? I'm not one of the males who will force your wings clipped." He murmured softly, his voice low and soothing. "No matter what happens."
"Yeah, I know... I just... Paniced." You nodded, "I know now clean you keep your things and I just... Bled all over your damn bed."
Rhysand chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Well, it's not the first time my things has seen some unexpected messes, and it won't be the last, I live with Cassian and Azriel remember." He teased, his fingers trailing along your spine in a soothing pattern.
His touch sent shivers down your body, despite the awkward situation. You felt your cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins from his gaze.
Rhysand leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "But since we're already here, and I've got you all to myself⌠Why don't we make the most of it?" He suggested, his voice dripping with seduction.
Just as Rhysand pushed your skirt up, exposing your cotton lingerie to him, sliding them off and throwing them somewhere behind him, the sound of wings echoed outside the tent. Cassian and Azriel landed in, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement at the sight before them.
Cassian's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his gaze lingering on your exposed thighs and the crimson spots on your garments. "Well, well, looks like someone's having a bloody good time," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.
Azriel, on the other hand, looked a bit more flustered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. However, his eyes never left your body, filled with hunger, his shadows turning and twisting as the sight. And he did manage an eye roll at Cassian's comment.
With a yelp you shut your thighs, not that it was embarrassing to have them see you and your mate in compromising positions, since you had made love while they were in the room acting as if you weren't fucking in the tent, and you'd seen them in the same positions with the random females they brought back, making you all pretty nonchalant about nudity.
Rhysand, sensing your unease, gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, darlings, we're all grown here. There's no need to be shy, besides, blood doesn't make any of us squmish," he purred, spreading your legs again, his hands roaming your exposed thigh, sending tingles throughout your body.
Cassian, still smirking, stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "In fact, we could all use a good fuck after a long day of training and work."
A cough sounded from Azriel but the scent of his arousal made it quite clear he liked the idea
You felt Rhysand press into your mind shields, Are you sure? I could always tell them to fuck off, his voice rang in your head.
You nod, heart racing wildly, "I want that... I'd like that."
With a nod, Rhysand glamoured the tent to keep the sounds in, his hands travelled upwards, tracing the curves of your hips and then along your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "As you wish," he whispered huskily, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Cassian and Azriel watched intently, their own arousal growing more evident by the second. Cassian closed the distance between you and him, his clothes gone, pressing his chest against your back, you whine as it makes contact with your wings, his hands finding their way to cup your breasts, ripping your dress off your body.
Meanwhile, Azriel approached from the side, his fingers ghosting across your exposed skin, trailing down until he reached your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you needed him most.
Azriel's finger slipped inside your slick heat, the sensation of his digit coated in your blood mixing with your arousal sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He pumped his finger slowly, curling it to find and stroke that sensitive spot within you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
Rhysand broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "That's it, let us take care of you." Rhysand snapped his fingers and he and Azriel's clothes disappeared. His hands found their way to your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your cunt as did the sight of their hard cocks curving into their stomach.
Cassian's mouth latched onto your neck, biting and sucking, marking you as his. His free hand slid down to join Azriel's, both of them pumping their fingers in and out of you in tandem, driving you closer to the edge.
The sensation of being surrounded by their leathery wings only heightened your arousal, their unique scents mingling together in the air around you. The combined pressure of their bodies against you, coupled with the rhythm of their fingers working in and out of you, drove you to the brink of insanity.
Rhysand's teeth grazed against your collarbone, sending an electric jolt down your spine. "You're so fucking wet for them, so messy, aren't you?" he growled, his fingers rolling your hardened nipples between them.
Azriel added another finger, stretching you deliciously, his strokes becoming more insistent. Cassian nipped at your earlobe, whispering, "Come on baby, let go."
Your entire body tensed, a cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm hit you hard, your walls clenching around Azriel and Cassian's fingers.
As your climax ripped through you, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you, you cried out, your voice echoing around the tent. Your inner walls spasmed around Azriel and Cassian's fingers, coating their digits in your thick, crimson release.
Rhysand's teasing bites on your wings only intensified the sensations, causing you to convulse under their touches. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans as your orgasm subsided.
Cassian and Azriel slowly withdrew their fingers, watching as your cunt gushed one final time, coating their hands in your essence.
The air within the small confines of the tent grew thick with lustful energy, the scent of arousal and blood filling your nostrils. Rhysand smiled, pleased with the fucked out look on your face. "Let's not waste another moment, huh?" he murmured, his hands travelling lower, grazing the edges of your soaked cunt.
"We'll take the front," Cassian said, his voice rough with desire as he bit your shoulder.
"I want her mouth," Azriel added, stepping closer, his shadowy tendrils reaching out to caress your skin, the shadows feeling you up.
With a wicked grin, Rhysand positioned himself between your spread thighs, his cock throbbing against your dripping entrance. "I think it's only fair, my love, with how hard they made you cum," he purred, pushing the tip of his cock against you, teasing you mercilessly.
Cassian moved to your side, positioning his cock at your cunt beside Rhysand's, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Hold her still, Rhys," he smirked, pressing against your hole.
Azriel's shadows wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as they bend you backwards, laying you on your side, resting your head on his thigh, so close to his cock it had you salivating.
"Hold her, how?" Rhysand chuckled, looking right into your eyes, Do you want? He asked in your head, his daemati abilities around your mind. You relaxed with a yes, letting him take control of your mind and body, forcing you still, leaving your control enough so you could moan.
With a thought, Rhysand tightened his grip on your mind, controlling your muscles to stay perfectly still. He grinned, loving the power he held over you, before guiding his cock to your entrance once again. "Like this?"
"Well, I was thinking more leather ristraints, but this works," Cassian leaned into your neck, kissing and biting your neck.
The head of Cassian's cock pressed against you, spreading your folds apart, before sinking into your warmth. A groan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, filling you completely.
At the same time, Azriel aligned his cock with your lips, his tip pressing against your mouth. "Ready for me too, princess?" Azriel taunted, knowing you couldn't move on your own accord, as Cassian gave your ass cheek a firm slap making you gasp softly.
With a nod, Rhysand made you open your mouth, tongue poking out slightly for Azriel to push his cock in, as Rhysand began thrusting into your slick cunt, each movement controlled and calculated. His hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper within you, his balls slapping against your swollen clit with every powerful thrust.
Cassian's cockhead breached your hole beside Rhysand's cock, stretching you deliciously wide with both your cocks. He paused for a moment, savouring the sensation before beginning to push in. Inch by slow inch, he filled you, until finally he was buried to the hilt within your depths.
The sensation of having two cocks inside you at once was overwhelming, your body stretched beyond what felt natural, yet the pleasure was indescribable. Rhysand continued his relentless pace, groaning, his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, while Cassian matched his movements, driving his own cock into your cunt. When one pulled out till the head the other pushed in completely
Azriel watched, fascinated, as you took his cock into your mouth, the sight of your lips stretched around his girth enough to make him throb with need. "Fuck⌠so beautiful," he breathed out, his hand gently cradling the back of your head, urging you to take him deeper.
As if on cue, Rhysand and Cassian increased their pace, their bodies moving in sync with each other. The sounds of wet slaps echoed throughout the tent,
The cool touch of Azriel's shadows sent shocks of pleasure straight to your nipples. They rolled and pinched your breasts, drawing moans from your throat, which vibrated around Azriel's shaft. The shadows also found your clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud, driving you closer to the edge.
Cassian's tongue danced across the delicate membranes of your wings, sending shivers down your spine. Rhysand and Cassian's cocks, coated in your juices and blood, slid in and out of your cunt with ease, the friction building towards an explosive climax.
Azriel's shadows continued their torment, tweaking your nipples and rubbing your clit in tight circles. The combination of sensations was too much to bear, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm once more.
As Azriel pushed his cock further into your throat, you gagged, your eyes watering. But the sensation only spurred him on, his hips bucking forward to plunge even deeper into your mouth.
Rhysand and Cassian didn't hold back either, their thrusts becoming erratic and uncontrolled as they chased their own release. Their cocks pounded relentlessly against your inner walls, each stroke hitting spots that made stars burst in your vision.
The pressure built within you, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. Your body tensed, your cunt clenching around the two cocks impaling you, and then you came, screaming and choking around Azriel's cock as waves of pure bliss washed over you, slightly snapping out of Rhysand's control before he held you again.
With a roar that reverberated through the tent, Rhysand buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hot seed spurting into your womb. At the same time, soon after Cassian grunted, his cock twitching as he released his load, coating your insides with his cum.
As Rhysand and Cassian's orgasms triggered your sudden third, you clenched around them, milking every last drop from their spent cocks. Then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Azriel's cock pulsed in your throat, his cum flooding your mouth.
With their releases spent, Rhysand and Cassian slowly pulled out of your dripping cunt, leaving trails of their combined fluids running down your thighs. They both panted heavily, their eyes locked onto you with a mix of satisfaction and lust.
Meanwhile, Azriel gently pulled his cock from your mouth, smirking down at you with pride. "Damn, princess⌠You really know how to handle us."
As the afterglow settled over you, Rhysand wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "I think we've broken our poor little darling," He teased, nuzzling into your neck.
Rhysand slipped out of your mind, and you sighed against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Rhys?" You gasp softly.
"Yeah, love?" He whispered with a smile as Cassian and Azriel left you alone for a moment, Cassian discarding her bloody dress, Azriel getting a new one.
You look up at him, your eyes still glazed over from the hold he had taken of your mind, "I really liked that."
"You enjoyed being our plaything?" Rhysand chuckled, his voice low and husky. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "I'm glad to hear that, my sweet." He kissed you deeply, before winnowing a glass of water for you to sip from.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, a glint of mischief twinkling in his own. "But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."
You nod, tired, "SureâŚ"
Rhysand smiled, with a wave of his hand cleaning you and the bloody mess around you, spelling you to not bleed everywhere further, "Get some sleep dear, I'll be here when you wake up."
With a content sigh, you curled up against Rhysand, feeling utterly sated and exhausted. Your eyes grew heavy, and before long, you were fast asleep, your dreams filled with erotic images of the night's events.
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the fake dating u did was so good, like, ate and left no crumbs?? and i feel like its so spot on?? you did amazing thank you so much for ur writing
could u do a follow up on it?? i need to see the angst and confusion of the reader and the fluff at the end đĽšđĽš
have a good day!!
OMG thank you for the shower of compliments đŤśđ
As i said in another ask, i wrote those HCs as a one shot thingy, and iâm still shocked so many wanted a part 2 so here it is!..FINALLY!
with a dash of misunderstandings, a sprinkling of pent-up desires and a spoonful of angst with a happy ending.
APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG WAIT. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT! âĄ
Fake Dating the Love and Deepspace men but you catch feelings pt. 2
new readers make sure to read [PART 1] before you read this..
ZAYNE
âď¸ You know you crossed a line when you requested Zayne to kiss you.
âď¸ That one kiss led to the start of many more. Now Zayne kisses you whenever he drops you off at work and whenever he comes by to pick you up. And before you can even realize, they've become a part of your normal routine.
âď¸ Speaking of kisses, they aren't merely innocent pecks anymore. Now they feel passionate and longer, involve a little tease of the tongue here and there, and always leave you weak in the knees.
âď¸ But this controlled manner of feeding off of his generosity is proving to be quite difficult for you. If anything, the kisses have made you greedier. Every time his lips touch you, you hope that it doesn't simply end there. That he doesn't stop. You desire more than you should out of this fake relationship. You desire more than you deserve.
âď¸ But before this desire of yours can take over and make you do something you can never take back, you decide to end things with Zayne.
âď¸ It's a normal evening in his office. He's sorting through his patientsâ files when you call out to him.
âď¸ He looks up and patiently awaits whatever it is you have to tell him.
âď¸ You feel your lips quiver.
âď¸ Zayne may have agreed to be your fake boyfriend because you had practically begged him to but he isn't obligated to give you anything that isn't needed. Him picking and dropping you to and from work, sharing meals together and kissing you in front of others is already so generous of him.
âď¸ That is all it should've been. Only you ended up developing real feelings.
âď¸ But if you let this farce run any longer, you'll end up mistaking his kindness for genuine affection. You'll end up fooling yourself into thinking its real. Not just for you but him as well. That your feelings are reciprocated.
âď¸ Your mouth opens and shuts, as you try to muster the courage before softly murmuring. âI think we should stop.â
âď¸ For a moment, he stares at you, unmoving as ice. Then his mouth motions but you don't hear word. You run away.
âď¸ Days pass with you ignoring Zayne's calls and texts. You skip work as well in order to avoid him.
âď¸ Your doorbell rings one night and you almost jump. Dread instantly begins pooling in your belly. What if it's Zayne?
âď¸ With anxious limbs, you answer the door only to find your friend Tara.
âď¸ Tara tells you that she was only trying to set you up on dates because she hasn't seen you genuinely whole ever since you lost your family. That she wanted you to have someone who could complete you. But now that she's seen you with Zayne, her worries have faded into thin air. She is happy for you two. She is happy to see you happy after so long.
âď¸ Though her words may have been supportive and full of warmth, they only make you feel worse. You end up crying and spilling the truthâ the entire truth about the fake dating arrangement.
âď¸ To your surprise, Tara is as kind as Zayne and instantly empathizes with you. She understands. And she apologizes for being so forceful in her attempts to look out for you by finding you dates.
âď¸ Tara comforts you for a while but before departing, she suggests you come clean to Zayne and confess. She believes that it will all turn out fine in the end.
âď¸ Well, its easier for her to say that. You're the one who actually grew up with Zayne. You know he's always been an honest man and how much it will hurt him when he learns that you've been taking advantage of your arrangement to enjoy his affectionate gestures. That after a while, you began deliberately prolonging the kisses in hopes of getting something more..
âď¸ You wake up the next morning to incessant knocking at your door, and wonder if it's Tara again, come all this to check up on you.
âď¸ Sleepily you answer the door. And the drowsiness dissipates from your eyes the moment you find the familiar tall figure of your childhood friend clad in his tight black shirt and dark trousers.
âď¸ Dread seeps into your being once more and you lower your head in shame. If Zayne is here then it can only mean one thing. You knew this was bound to happen. But you are a coward nonetheless, and you can't bear to look at him as he breaks your heart.
âď¸ Zayne let's out a breath and speaks. âThat evening in my office..Iâm sorry if its because of something I did..â
âď¸ His apology makes you feel sick. You will not let him take the blame for your own misdeeds.
âď¸ âNo Zayne, Iâm the one who asked for your help. And I didn't even consider the fact that I might catch feelings for you.â You pause to collect your thoughts. âBut I know how wrong and stupid I was for it. And that is why I ended things between us. Before I could do something worse and spoil ourââ
âď¸ You stop abruptly as Zayne pushes the door further open and steps up on the threshold, hovering intimidatingly over you. He tilts his head low and speaks. âThe arrangement wasn't just yours. Any decisions related to it should be reached only after proper discussion between the parties involved.â
âď¸ His statement takes you by surprise and you finally move your lashes to hesitantly look up at his face. âI didn't think it mattered to you. I thought you were merely being kind and helpful..like always.â
âď¸ âOn the contrary, I was enjoying our little arrangement. After all,â Zayne inches even closer, his voice an octave lower. âit allowed me to spend more time in the company of the person I yearn for.â
âď¸ It isn't his statement but the intensity of his gaze that arouses a tiny flicker of hope within you. âZayne..you..I thought..I was the only one taking advantage of the situation..â
âď¸ He chuckles lightly. âApparently we both were. It seems our arrangement stopped being fake the moment we kissed.â
âď¸ That tiny flicker of hope bursts into a lively flame of desire. âThen, you also wanted it to be real?â
âď¸ He gives no verbal response but his lips quirk up into the barest hint of a smile as he nods.
âď¸ For a moment, you stare at each other, processing all the words exchanged; the next, Zayne takes off his glasses and and tucks them in his pocket. And your lips find his, like many times this past week. Only now, neither of you stop just there for this isnât pretense anymore. It's mutual, and it's real.
âď¸ His hands slip beneath your shirt, cold fingers leaving a trail of warmth along every inch they touch.
âď¸ And he kisses you harder, his tongue prying your lips apart as he pushes you inside the house and shuts the door behind him.
XAVIER
â Things have been going pretty well ever since that âincidentâ in front of your apartment door. The creepy resident has stopped showing up.
â You can freely enjoy the gym and pool in your apartment complex and everything else without the constant intrusion of that weirdo.
â And although Xavier still goes out for morning laps and evening walks with you, accompanies you for the exercise sessions and even checks up on you at your apartment, he has cut-down on everything else. He is holding your hand a lot less and doesn't slip his arms around your waist as much.
â Itâs only fair though. Since the strange man isn't hitting on you anymore, there isn't much need for Xavier to act either.
â You can live with it. Bear with him not engaging in any sort of skinship anymore. But your mind simply cannot forget the way his lips had felt against your own.
â In the loneliness of the moonlit nights, you often find your fingers tracing the same spot his lips had sucked on your neck. You close your eyes and revisit the memory of his lips pressed gently upon yours. The memory of him kissing you a second time but with much more impatience and fervor. And you wish he'd do it all again.
â It's not even surprising that you like Xavier. The guy has been nothing but helpful, protective and co-operative. And he indulges all your requestsâ from hanging out at the claw machine or playing kitty cards to something as unnecessary as a late night walkâ when he could be spending that time reading a book or dozing-off.
â You have found Xavier attractive ever since your first encounter. It's just that only now his searing kisses have left a mark upon your heart. Made you realise that you harbor an emotion far deeper than mere attraction for this man. And it's quite vexing how quickly he seems to have moved on from those shared kisses.
â How can he smile at you with the same lips that nearly stole your breath away? How can he simply go on with his life while you lie awake in bed at nights, reminiscing those moments over and over?
â Xavier has completely ruined you.
â You can neither focus on work nor are you interested in gossiping with Tara and Nero. And to make matters worse, you get assigned to a mission with the last person you wanna face right nowâ the eccentric, silver-haired neighbor who claims to have killed more than 70,000 wanderers. The same man who had you pinned against a door just a week ago.
â The mission starts smoothly. You and Xavier arrive at the location of a forest with high protofield fluctuations. You are synced as ever, efficiently taking down wave after wave of wanderers.
â But there's a tension radiating between the two of you. It distracts you momentarily, resulting in you almost getting struck by a wanderer swerving it's blade towards you.
â Fortunately, Xavier steps in at the last instant, slips an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his other arm, he effortlessly swings his blade and deflects the wanderer's blows.
â He is saying something now, his expression full of concern. But you can barely hear a thing due to the loud drumming of your heart. You are too lost in the sensation of his strong arm firmly holding you in place.
â When you give no response, he tilts his head adorably in confusion and stares at you. And for the briefest of moments, his eyelids lower, his gaze seemingly lingering upon your lips before he licks his own and lets go of your waist, flexing his gloved fingers as he does so.
â He clears his throat, tightens his grip around his sword and resumes his battle stance.
â By the time you've cleared out the wanderers, you want nothing more than to go home. However, Xavier is already approaching you.
â âYou seem a little preoccupied. Is that creep bothering you again? Do you need me to beat him up?â He asks.
â âWhat!?â No! I told you that you can't beat him up!â You wave your hands frantically.
â âThen,â He pauses, his eyes narrowing. âitâs that kiss, isn't it?â
â Your face instantly heats up at his direct mention of the kiss. You aren't good with confrontations, especially not when they involve the very man responsible for the sickness of your heart. So you bite your bottom lip and and try leaving again, hoping this is enough of a response.
â But if there's one thing you've come to learn about Xavier, its that he can be very assertive when he wants to be. And right now he's unrelenting. He grabs you by the wrist, gently making you face him again. âI went a little too far, didn't I? I should've asked you before doing something like that. Let me make up for it.â
â The sincerity in his eyes melts your heart. You're the one who had come to him with such an unusual request. You're the one who said he wasn't convincing enough, so he tried to make it feel more genuine. And yet here he is, not even questioning you for a second but already striving to make up for it.
â You can't let him punish himself for it, especially since he didn't hurt you at all. Only left you wanting for more. âXavier, you didn't go too far. And I don't want you to make up for it.â
â His thumb runs over the back of your hand. âWhat do you want then?â
â There's a conviction in his eyesâ the same one he has before promising he'll win all the plushies for you at the claw machine, the same one he has when slaying wanderers. And you can't help but be honest with him. âI..I want you to kiss me like that..again..â
â There! You've said it now. To hell with shame! And to hell with frustration! You're too tired to hide your feelings any longer.
â Yet at the same time, the anticipation of his response is stressful. You try to pry your hand free of his hold but it only grows tighter now.
â âYouâ You didn't mind it?â Xavier's eyes darken. So does his demeanor. He takes a step forward, and you take two back. âYouâve been wanting me..to do it again?â
â You nod slightly, and he exhales a breath.
â Xavier draws you closer, his eyes wordlessly asking permission this time. You nod again.
â The next moment, his lips press softly against yours. And for the first time this week, you feel a little sated. It's not all you have ever wished for. Barely anything at all. But it gives you enough strength to live with your feelings for him.
â The kiss deepens as he pushes you against the nearest tree branch, his lips parting your own. You gasp and turn your face away.
â âXavier, you don't need to do more.â You whisper breathily. âThis is enough.â
â He leans his face down, lips moving along your neck. âItâs hardly enough.â
â Even with the pleasure clouding your thoughts, you remind yourself that you can't keep taking his willingness for granted. You can't let him go on. âXavier, you don't need to pretend for my sake.â
â âIâm not pretending. I want this too.â His response is immediate. âIâve been wanting this for a very long time.â
â His words hold weight, unlike any declaration made in the heat of the moment. So you give in. Let his hand guide your thigh around his waist as he kisses you again, under the evening quite of the forest.
RAFAYEL
đ âKeep up the act for some more time?â Rafayel asks, surprised.
đ It's the day after you'd attended that fancy gala with him. You're both sitting on the couch in his studio and you're the one who give this lame suggestion.
đ He rests his chin on the back of his palm and smiles mischievously, a twinkle in his eyes. âDonât tell me, Miss Bodyguard..have you caught feelings for me?â
đ If you were drinking something, you would've probably sputtered it all over by now. But thankfully, there are no refreshments in your hands, and you will not embarass yourself by admitting how accurate he is in his guess (even if made only in jest).
đ You school your face into a stern expression as you look back at him. âDonât be ridiculous. If we break up right now, after you've been parading me around in everyone's faces, then people will talk. Critics will latch onto this opportunity to write think pieces in hopes of sullying your name. I'm only being cautious as your bodyguard.â
đ Rafayel puts a hand over his heart and feigns a hurt expression. âAnd here I thought you've finally fallen for my irresistible charm.â
đ You scoff and roll your eyes. âDonât think so highly of yourself.â
đ âI don't need to think so because its a fact. I am amazing.â He sits up straight. âAnyways I don't care much for critics. I don't care if people misunderstand or hate my art. But I know Thomas will be pulling his hair out if I get a bad name right now.â
đ âSo,â He pauses for effect as you edge closer to him in anticipation. âI guess we'll keep running this charade for some more time.â
đ Before you can even realize, your lips are stretching up into a small smile. You know this is a foolish arrangement. One that is bound to end in nothing but pure agony for you. Yet you insist on dragging this along because you are desperate for a little more time with him. You cannot imagine going back to simply being Rafayel the painter's âbodyguardâ.
đ You may have developed feelings for him a long time ago but its that kiss that made you realize how far gone you are for this man.
đ And you foolishly hope and believe that not all of it had been a mere act for him either. That there's a possibility of him liking you just a teensy bit. And this crazy belief has deluded you into entertaining fantasies you should not.
đ Now that you've had a taste of what it's like to have him as your lover, it's impossible for you to settle for anything less. You want him, and you wish for him to want you too.
đ The snap of a finger in front of your face draws you out of your juvenile daydreams. Rafayel is assessing your face. âWhere are you? Come back to the real world, Miss Bodyguard. We're discussing some important things here.â
đ Your cheeks heat up and you apologize for getting distracted. âYes, I'm listening. What is it?â
đ Rafayel shakes his head but begins explaining. âIâm saying that since we can't break up abruptly, then let's do it,â He pauses again, spreading his arms out and staring up at the high ceiling dramatically. âpublicly.â
đ Your hear a crumbling sound and feel an ache in your heart. âWhat does that mean?â
đ He grins excitedly. âIf we break up publicly, in the presence of a huge crowd with big names and paparazzis around, then surely it will leave little to no room for speculation and criticism.â
đ You feel fissures steadily forming on your heart. This isn't what you had expected when you had suggested him to continue on with this charade. A sinking feeling looms over you yet despite that you try your best to force a smile upon your face. âThat..seems like an interesting idea.â
đ From that point onwards, any time to you meet Rafayel, the passionate kiss you had shared at the gala plays in the back of your mind. And you wonder if you'll ever get to kiss him again, even if only for the sake of this temporary farce.
đ Now every time Rafayel steps even an inch closer to you or lowers his head, you find yourself expectingâ and hoping forâ a kiss. A kiss that sadly never comes.
đ And the worst part is that you can't get mad at him. He merely asked you to play pretend. He never asked you to catch feelings. If anything, you should've been just as professional as he is. At least it would've saved you from experiencing the heaviness you feel within your chest.
đ But lets ignore all that because today you are at Rafayelâs place to discuss how the two of you will publicly carry out a fake break-up of your fake relationship during an upcoming exhibition.
đ Rafayel explains how you are supposed to yell at him during the exhibition, and make sure everyone around hears how difficult it is for you to date someone well-known. That it is becoming impossible for the two of you to make time for each other.
đ You scoff. âAnd then what? You'll say how I've always been nothing but a gold digger, chasing after you for your money and fame?â
đ Rafayel claps his hands. âActually not bad. And then you can say how I am just as rotten as the rest of the celebrities.â
đ You can't help but laugh despite the ache in your heart. âThis is so trope-y and predictable. No one will buy it.â
đ âOh trust me they will. Everyone loves a little drama.â Rafayel tries convincing you. âYou can add a few more insults and break my heart. And I can dedicate my next art piece to you, my cute but cruel ex.â
đ You laugh some more and he laughs with you.
đ Rafayel may act a little arrogant and childish at times but he is a good person by nature. Whether intentional or not, he always makes you laugh. The time spent in his company may not always be relaxing but it is certainly always entertaining.
đ And you realize how these moments will be gone forever after this so-called âbreak-upâ, and how truly unprepared you are to endure it.
đ The eve of the exhibition finally arrives.
đ Rafayel keeps repeating the things you are supposed to say and do if you are to end this arrangement tonight. But you can only focus on the unease bubbling within your belly.
đ He quirks his chin, signaling for you to begin but you find yourself rooted in spot, unable to utter a single word. The unease in your belly grows and you take a deep breath before finally speaking.
đ âIâm..Iâm getting tired of this.â You mumble softly. You aren't sure if anyone heard that but you continue. âYouâre the one who asked me out yet now I feel as if you don't even care.â
đ Your voice is shaky now. You're taking in more breaths with every word you speak. Rafayel's calm expression falters as he watches the way you ball your palms into tight fists. âI..I don't think I can go on any longer!â
đ Your words resonate with your actual feelings. You really cannot go on like this much longer. You will miss the silly moments spent with him. You will be unable to genuinely smile with him after this. It will become impossible for you to even be his bodyguard. And you don't want that. You don't want any of it!
đ The unease in your belly spreads all over your skin like a wildfire. You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you shake your head at him. âI can't do this.â You choke out before running off, the crowd of people around gasping in shock.
đ Rafayel follows right on your heels, grabbing you by the waist before you can trip on the stairs and fall.
đ âLet me go!â You yell but he's pulling you into a secluded room.
đ âHey..calm down.â He tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ears and gently wipes your tears with his thumb.
đ But you can't do this. You can't tolerate him being so tender with you right before he mercilessly breaks your heart. You step away from him and his eyes widen, a hint of anguish now swimming in them.
đ âWhat's wrong, Y/N?â He asks, calling you by your actual name instead of the nickname he loves so much.
đ And you actually respond, words flooding out of your mouth like a crumbling damn. âRafayel, I can't do this. I am drowning in my feelings for you. And I know it's not your responsibility to feel the same way just cause I do but I..â You sob, unable to say anymore.
đ He stares at you for a moment, an unknown emotion alight in his eyes. Then he breaks into a shrill laugh, the sound of it echoing loudly in the silent room. And he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, his shoulders shaking as he laughs some more.
đ âLook at you, falling for me just when I try to distance myself from you.â He strokes soothing circles on your back. âWhen I try to end all this to run away from my own feelings for you..â
đ Your own eyes widen now and you pull away to look at him, waiting for him to affirm what he just said. He chuckles, wiping your tear-stained face before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.
đ âYeah yeah I'm madly in love with. And it seems you did, after all, fall for my irresistible charms.â He drawls out as if talking about something insignificant.
đ Then he leans closer, his breath tickling your lips. âIf you wanted us to date for real, you should've simply asked. Instead you made me chase after you like some besotted prince in a fairy tale.â
đ You find yourself laughing at that and he lets out a breath.
đ âThereâs the laugh.â He murmurs, sealing his lips with yours, his fingers carding through your hair as he tilts your head and deepens the kiss.
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nightmares
summary: some chars I think would take care of a reader who has nightmares type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, vil, lilia, silver, malleus additional info: reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, this is self indulgent lol, platonic or romantic, not proofread, maybe a little ooc for a few ones
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he initially assumes you're just staying up to slack off
you are friends with Ace and Deuce, after all
it takes a good scolding from him before you sheepishly admit that you've been having nightmares and thus losing sleep
now, Riddle comes from a family of doctors. he's no psychiatrist, but surely he can find a way to help you sleep despite it, right?
he tries everything- chamomile tea, weighted blankets, he even turned a blind eye when Ace and Deuce "borrow" a sleeping potion from the lab
nothing works
of course, this drives him mad. it seems like such a simple problem, and yet your body resists everything
your grades are suffering, and even worse, you seem like a walking corpse
he takes it upon himself to find a solution no matter what
and, of course, you have nothing to lose, so you indulge him
nothing medical or magical helps
eventually, he picks up a big psychology book and gets to work on the last thing he can think of
suddenly you're having tea and "talk time" with him twice a week at 4 PM sharp
turns out he kinda likes playing therapist
and if you're late to an appointment, it's off with your head
now you're starting to regret being his guinea pig, as thankful as you are
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you can't what?
sleep?
you can't sleep?
he laughs right to your face, much to your annoyance
who can't sleep? it's easy!
you begrudgingly explain your nightmare problem and he finally shuts up (for once)
after a long silence, he grunts something about learning from the master
big surprise, all of his "master lessons" just mean he gets to use you as a body pillow while you watch
very helpful.
eventually, as much as you hate to admit it, it starts to help
having something soft and warm protectively wrapped around you is as comfortable as it gets
you start managing to sleep through the day undisturbed
then nights
Leona boasts to everyone about fixing their beloved prefect's problem, but even after you're well rested, he's still dragging you back to his favorite nap spots
turns out he doesn't mind the company so much, either
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"those eyebags are just dreadful, prefect,"
always perceptive and eternally critical
(AKA he's worried)
he knows right off the bat that something's up, but he doesn't press for answers until you come to him yourself
as tempted as he is to step in, he doesn't want to pressure you to share something you don't want to
he accepts your pleas for help (he's worried) simply because he doesn't want your performance to suffer (he's soooo worried)
he starts out through traditional means- teas, oils, setting your routine to perfection- and eventually starts brewing potions for you
only one per week, he doesn't want you to become reliant
and the side effects can be... a little disruptive
one morning you spontaneously collapse in his arms on the way to your first class
he has to drag you back to Ramshackle to rest, despite your insistence
eventually, he eases you into talking about the dreams
he's there to comfort you about them, someone to lean on (though just for you)
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I mean... it's Silver
poor guy probably stumbled into one of your terrifying nightmares by accident
after that he started trying to subtly guide your dreams back to normal
when he gets to, of course
you're not even aware of it in your waking life, and he has no intentions of making his good deed known
it does give him the tiniest sense of accomplishment, though
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similarly to Silver, he's got a thing with sleep
his beloved prefect isn't sleeping well because of nightmares? he wants to help!
(please let him help)
he definitely won't let you refuse out of humility or embarrassment
he'll get you to rest and make sure all of your dreams are pleasant at no cost!
(AKA at the low, low cost of getting to see you so cute in your sleep. you're like a cat to him)
he will never not be fascinated by you
he's so pleased about being your unconscious protector; it makes him feel so wanted
his cute little child of man!
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Lilia is no stranger to bad dreams
he's lived a long time; he's seen some things
every once in a while he, too, wakes up covered in sweat and tears
he can't help but feel a sense of longing when you describe your situation
you poor little thing!
right away he offers to keep watch over you, as if guarding you from an unseen enemy force
he's up most of the time, anyway
watching you is no problem!
you think that sounds reasonable enough
by night two you wake up in the early morning with his arms around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck
little bastard is definitely stealing your body heat
you don't say anything, though- you haven't had a nightmare since
(and neither has he)
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ᥣđŠ WASTELAND, BABY (I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU)
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: at the beach house, you can pretend that nothing is wrong. you know that avoidance will only get you so far, but you can't help but want to treasure the time you have with dazai... you don't know how much longer you'll have before everything catches up to you. until then, you'll enjoy the peace that you have, even if dazai does seem oddly intent on ruining it.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: another week of minimal activity </3 sorry lil love bugs ive been so busy. BUT take civzai6!! and treasure it because this is the only chill chapter for quite a bit!! HAHAHHH no but for real i enjoyed this chapter so much that i literally had to split it in two because i wrote too much HAHAH, same goes for the next chapter ;) as always, reblogs are very appreciated!
GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, port mafia executive!reader, civilian!dazai, dazai's struggles w suicide & sh, reader partakes in mafia business, dazai isn't dazai without a bit of obsessiveness and possessiveness (the possessiveness doesn't come til later but the obsessiveness starts from day 0).
IMPORTANT NOTE FOR 17 & UNDER FOLLOWING THE SERIES: partially copy and pasted from the other series - if you guys read waterloo, you know the deal. y'all knew what you were getting into. this is the smut chapter. but again, i'm not going to ask y'all to not interact/read a whole chapter just because there's 2-3k words of smut, but i am going to say here the smut is in the FINAL scene. there is very little plot development in the smut itself, so i ask you guys, again, to respectfully scroll past it. i'll make the sentence when the smut starts red like this so you know that's when it starts, and then you can continue reading at the next divider. thank you for understanding! there is NO plot development in the smut, i'll reiterate that at the end where i put the summary in waterloo, i restructured to make sure none of it was in it.
CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: hardly edited - i've been busy. dazai has some insecure thoughts. he's also actively being self destructive. this is an easy chapterâcalm before the storm. not much to warn. i don't think i'm missing anything but pls lmk if i am, i didn't have time to reread
SMUT WARNINGS: unprotected sex, praise, dazai cries a bit, lil bit of body worship (f->m), sub!dazai, mostly pretty vanilla - short and sweet
SEE: WASTELAND, BABY! SERIES MASTERLIST
Dazai wakes up to the sun peeking through the blinds of the bedroom heâd shared with you and the scent of pancakes wafting through the air. His lips twitch up into a small smile as he stretches, letting out a soft sigh as he sinks into the comfortable mattress.Â
He thinks he slept better last night than heâs slept in his entire life. Heâs always been plagued with restlessness, he can hardly ever sleep and when he does, heâs haunted by faces heâd rather not see again: Odaâs bloodstained face looking up at him as he dies in Dazaiâs arms, the glassy eyes of his mother as she swings slowly from a rope, his auntâs twisted expression as she throws Dazai to the ground in Suribachi, the hurt look in Angoâs eyes as he took all of the vile insults that Dazai spat at him. Dazai dreads sleeping about as much as the average person dreads ever having to confront their worst fear.
But last night? Last night, Dazai slept peacefully. He fell asleep curled up in your arms, laying on top of youâyouâd still been awake, tracing patterns on his back through his shirt. Youâd been distracted by something all day yesterday; from when you picked him up at the hospital to when you laid down with him in bed that night, something had been bothering you. Your phone had been buzzing nonstop, call after call and text after textâyou didnât bother checking it but he could tell it was stressing you out.
He tried to ask you about it but you blew it off every time. Dazai supposes he should have expected that from you but your evasion was still irritating, especially after the conversation the two of you had yesterday. You had the nerve to try to distract him with movies and figuring out how to bake a cake with him; he had the nerve to fall for the weak attempts at distracting him.
He yawns as he pushes himself to a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes and tossing the blankets off. He tugs at the short sleeves of his t-shirt, feeling a bit too exposed. The bandages covering his wrists and arms are frayedâheâll need to grab new ones to rewrap them soon, he hasnât checked the bathroom to see if you had any stored. His shoulders ache a bit, he winces as he rolls them before making his way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.
Youâre standing at the stove, hand on your hip as you frown down at whatever youâre cooking. Youâre still dressed in your pajamasâa thin black cami and loose shortsâand Dazai yearns, he feels it deep in his chest, feels it as a lump in his throat and a heaviness in his stomach. Because he could⌠he could picture it⌠he could picture a future with you.
He could imagine waking up to you every dayâyouâd always wake up before him because you somehow always wake up at the ass crack of dawn. Youâd usually be dealing with some of your shady business when he wakes up, sitting at the kitchen table typing away at your phone, maybe youâd sometimes be on calls and youâd lift a finger to your lips to hush him when you realize he wakes up. Every once in a while, heâd wake up to you making breakfast for himâyou told him that you enjoy cooking when you have the time for it, so Dazai imagines that it would be a rare treat.
Like today.
But still, he canât help but wonder why today? Your phone had been blowing up last night and now⌠now, itâs sitting on the marble counter, screen dark and not buzzing at all. He glances up at you once to make sure youâre still looking at the stove and then shifts over to the counter quietly, discreetly pressing his finger against the screen to see if your phone is even on and then frowns when he realizes that you did, in fact, turn it off.
What is going on that has you so avoidant that youâd rather turn your phone off than confront it? His mind races to all of the things youâve been bitching to him about, remembers that you told him you werenât responding for days because youâd been busy finishing up negotiations with the Shimazaki-kai⌠is it something new, maybe? But why arenât you handling it then? It doesnât make any sense.
Dazai makes his way over to you, feet padding softly against the ground until heâs standing behind you. He slips his arms around your waist and plops his chin onto your shoulder, humming softly as he nudges his nose against your ear before resting the side of his head against yours.
âGood morning,â he says, voice still a bit rough with sleep. âWhatcha making?â
âPancakes,â you reply easily and Dazaiâs heart swells when you lean back into his chest, fueling the fantasy of his imagined future even more. God, heâs been waiting for the ball to drop since you talked to him out on the cliffâs edgeâyou canât keep giving him hope like this, he can feel it blooming in his chest and he knows that thereâs going to be something to ruin it because thatâs just how his life goes but⌠âI donât think they came out good though.â
âIâll eat them anyway,â Dazai says immediately.
âYouâll probably get food poisoning.â
âI donât care.â
âI do.â
You do.
Two words, so simple and yet they ring through his head over and over again so loudly. You care. You do care. You implied it last night when you told him you wanted him, that it scares you how bad you want him because of his life being at risk, but you hadnât out right said it until now and itâs a devastating blow. Fatal, really.
The puff of air he lets out is shaky and when you turn to look at him, confused, he can only barely muster a smile as he asks hesitantly, âYou do?â
The last time he asked you this, you changed the subject and evaded answeringâhe took it as an answer in itself, that you donât care⌠but now, heâs let himself hope again, hope that maybe this time your answer will be different. What a treacherous thing, really, because even now he can feel the dark claws of anxiety start tugging at his heart in different directions, yanking it around and stretching it until itâs painful. He thinks it wouldâve just been easier to carve it out and hand it over to you.
âI do,â you finally say, voice quiet. âI care.â
Dazai lets out a long breath, one that he hardly recognized he was holding, dropping his forehead down on your shoulder to hide his face against your skin. His arms tighten around your waist as his lips curve up, he presses his lips to your neck but for some reason, he canât fully discard the dreadful feeling in his chest.
Even with your assurances and finally verbally admitting that you care about him, itâs like heâs still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for something to shatter his idyllic paradise. And he has a feeling he knows exactly what will do it. So because Dazai is Dazai and he has been self-destructive since the day he was born, he brings it up.
âWhyâs your phone been blowing up?â he asks, keeping his voice deceptively light like heâs just trying to have a normal conversation with youâyou donât fall for it. When you immediately stiffen in his arms, Dazai almost wants to backtrack.
âNothing important,â you say, voice tight, forcing a smile onto your face as you step away to look up at him. âNothing to worry about. Want to help me remake the pancakes?â
You use the same tactic Dazai used on you after Nakahara Chuuya showed up at your apartment. Youâre good too because even though Dazai knows what youâre doing, he still wants to give in. Wants to play domestic with you, make breakfast together and then sit at the table and eat. But he canât, so while youâre good at using the same tactic that Dazai used against you, youâre ultimately unsuccessful because he doesnât show you the same grace that you showed him.
âTell me anyway?â Dazai asks softly. âEven if itâs not important?â
You stare at Dazai for a moment, your lips pressed together and he could imagine the thoughts running through your headâhow heâs never satisfied, and how he always has to push you. He can imagine you voicing it again, telling him how itâs always what he wants, but you donât.
Instead, you shake your head. âI donât want to talk about it, itâs stressing me out. I would rather just make breakfast with you,â you say.Â
Your voice becomes a bit more tense and Dazai knows that he should stop pushing, that it would be smart to stop now, but Dazaiâs track record for dumb decisions gets longer instead.
âMaybe I can help,â he prods, taking a step closer to you, reaching out to rest his hands faintly on your hips. He nudges his head forward, pushing his nose against yours before smiling softly and pressing his lips to yours. âTell me, please.â
Let me in.
Dazaiâs eyes are big and earnest as he stares down at you, fingers digging just the slightest bit further into your hips. Your expression is unrelenting, much to his distress.
âItâs mafia business,â you finally say.
âYouâve told me about mafia business before.â
You exhale sharply, brushing his hands off of you and taking a step away, and Dazai knows heâs pressing too muchâdoesnât even know why heâs pressing because he knows that itâll shatter the illusion of peace that the past half a day in the beach house has given him.Â
Maybe thatâs what he wants, for it to be ruined before he can get used to it.
You look out the window and donât speak for a moment. Dazai itches to move closer to you again but his feet are rooted to the ground. Finally, you let out a heavy sigh and let your head fall forward a bit, shaking it as you turn back around to face him.
âAnother organization has arrived in Yokohama,â you say, lifting your eyes to meet his. âA dangerous one. The Port Mafia⌠the executives are meeting to figure out how to handle the situation.â
Dazai stares at you for a moment. âYouâre an executive.â
âI am.â
âYouâre here.â
âI am.â
âBut⌠why?â Dazai asks, voice hitching at the implications of it, not wanting to get his hopes up but unable to stop himself from it at the same time. âWhy are you here?â
You stare at him silently for a moment and then you say quietly, âThe call for the meeting came at the same time I got the voicemail from the hospital. I chose to go to you.â
Dazaiâs breath catches as he breathes in and shakes terribly as he breathes out, unable to draw his gaze away from you. You⌠âYou chose me,â he whispers.
âI chose you,â you repeat, swallowing as you turn your gaze down. âI did. I chose you.â
âDo you regret it?â Dazai asks softlyâhe wonders if he hopes youâll say yes, that youâll quash his hope before itâs too late.
âNo,â you say. âI donât.â
And Dazai doesnât know how to respond to that. Heâs never been wanted before. Never been someoneâs first choice. Dazai has always been the one left behind for others, discarded for a better option. His throat is uncomfortably tight and his fingers are shaking a bit, and he doesnât have pockets to hide them in now so theyâre in full view of your vision before he clasps his hands behind his back.
But itâs too lateâyouâve already seen it and youâre taking a step closer to him. You reach out to cup his cheek with one of your hands and Dazaiâs eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch.
âI donât regret anything about you, Dazai Osamu,â you say quietly, so honestly that it makes a shiver run down Dazaiâs spine, unintentionally letting out a soft noise in the back of his throat that heâs unable to smother. âNot a single thing.â
âWell, that canât possibly be true,â Dazai tries to joke, to play off how much youâve rattled him with only a few words, but you arenât fooled by his tricks.
âItâs true.â
Dazai stares at you, his eyes sting and his fingers are shaking even more than theyâd been before. The pads of your fingers burn against his cheek and Dazai thinks youâve ruined him. Youâve ruined him entirely. Youâve shattered all of his carefully crafted walls, the ones that protect him from situations just like this, the ones that prevent him from being burned just like he has countless times before. Youâve ruined him and Dazai doesnât think heâll be able to put himself together again if this ends poorly.
He doesnât know what to say in response to your words and he canât handle the way youâre staring at him so intensely, so Dazai decides to change the subject with a shaky smile and a terrifying amount of hope blooming within him.
âMaybe you just need a fresh set of eyes. Tell me about this organization, I can try to help.â
You donât even know why youâre considering this.Â
Dazai bounds next to you in the sand chatting about his poetry workship. He still wonât tell you what the project heâs writing on is about but he does seem to be mighty pleased with how itâs coming out since heâs bragging about how his is clearly the best of all of his classmatesâ and that heâs sure heâs going to get the best grade on it. Itâs cute, you think, a fond smile twitching to the corner of your lips as you watch him from the corner of your eye.
Itâs still only mid-morning, the sun paints a pretty glow over the private beach and Dazai looks so⌠alive beneath it. His smile is bright and genuine, skin flushed and radiant, eyes reminiscent of pools of honeyâyou donât think youâve ever seen him so bright before. His fingers thrum excitedly against the book heâs bringing down to the beach with him: The Aeneidâheâs read it before, he very snootily told you when you side-eyed him for grabbing it, he just needs to refresh on it for his creative writing class.
When the two of you get down to the shore, you sit down in the sand right near the waterâs edge, dipping your feet into the cool water. Dazai plops down next to you, pressing his shoulder against yours and you itch to wrap your arm around his waist, slide your hand under the comfy sweatshirt heâs wearing to rub circles over the bandages covering his skin, but your hands stay stiff in your lap as you stare down at the phone resting on your lap.
You have half a mind to toss it right into the bay.Â
But then Dazai nudges you, waiting for you to start talking, and you sigh, looking back across the bay.
âThey call themselves the Guild,â you finally say. You can feel Dazaiâs eyes on you, curious, and you think maybe you should quit while youâre ahead but you find yourself speaking anyway. âTheyâre a kind of⌠secret society. Based in North America. Theyâre powerful. A lot of influence throughout the world.â
âWhy are they here?â Dazai asks and you can feel the way his face twists as he then adds, âMore influence than you?â
You canât help the amused smile that twitches to your lips at his words. âIâm not the end all of political influence, Dazai,â you tell him, the tension in your shoulders slipping away as you tilt your head to the side to look at him
Dazai gives you a look. âPlease, I was at that event. I heard the way people talked about you. I wouldnât be surprised if youâre the most influential person in Japan.â
âProbably the eastern hemisphere,â you correct, quite humbly, snorting as Dazai rolls his eyes. âNo, Iâm kidding. I have a lot of influence but there are plenty with more than me, especially considering Iâm held back by the fact that I canât make myself a public figure. Having to perpetually work behind the scenes is pretty⌠crippling.â
âYou go to the big government events though,â Dazai frowns. âThose are-â
âVery, very confidential unless certain cockroaches worm their way in and feed information to the public,â you say dryly, watching as Dazai gives you an offended look.Â
âDid you just call me a cockroach?â
âIf the shoe fits.â You shrug.
âMy bella hates me,â Dazai sighs whimsically, dropping his head on your shoulder. âShe thinks Iâm a bug. A cockroach.â
You soften when he comes in contact with you, lifting your hand to cradle the side of his head. Your lips curl up into a small smile when Dazaiâs lashes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. You brush your fingers through his hair, choosing your words carefully as you continue to explain whatâs going on in spite of your better judgment.
âAnyway, they have more influence than me. Iâve been working all night trying to figure out what to do, pulled as many strings as I can trying to get the government to push them out of Yokohama but theyâve eaten their way right into the heart of Japan. Theyâve been granted diplomatic immunity and theyâre putting pressure on the government to try to get usâthe Port Mafiaâand some government agencies that are protesting the invasion of the city to back off. Theyâre trying to get their hands on a skilled business permit, we donât know why butâŚâ
âBut you have suspicions,â Dazai finishes for you, sitting up straight again to watch you, ever perceptive. âRight?â
You don't respond for a moment as you watch him carefully. Dazai has always been perceptiveâyouâve noticed it from early on when you would talk around the truth and he would train that sharp gaze on you, knowing that you were skirting around something but unable to figure out what.Â
Honestly, it should be concerning. Dazaiâs smarter than almost anyone youâve ever met. Heâs sharp and quickâproved it with the way he managed to get his hands on the tapes behind the Tokyo City Hall to get evidence of your mafia affiliation; even proved it before that when he recognized that he had to go about information gathering in a different manner, trying to pin down your political opinions because he knew which sectors supported which opinion and wanted to know which one you were a part of.
âDoes it have something to do with me?â
âYouâre so conceited, not everything has to do with you.â
Dazai flushes red, scowling at you and physically turning his back to you. âWell forgive me for assuming because youâve certainly been acting like everything has to do with me.â
You smile as Dazai huffs shifting closer to press your lips against the nape of his neck, arms slipping around his waist. He gives you a dirty look but relaxes back into your chest, leaning into you. You slip your hands beneath his sweatshirt, smoothing them out over the bandages covering his slim torso, feeling the way his breath hitches at your touch.
âTheyâre here because of something I did,â you finally admit quietly, ignoring as he looks up at you curiously. âOne of the boys you met when you came to my apartment the first time⌠they had a bounty on the black market on him for seven billion yen.â
Dazai chokes, splutters over air as he looks up at you and squeaks out, âSeven billion-why?â
âWe donât know,â you say honestly. âI⌠didnât think it was a good sign that they were putting so high of a bounty on a seemingly random ability user. It made me think there was more to it than meets the eye, that it would be⌠dangerous for us to hand him over to the Guild.â
Dazaiâs brows furrow as he nods. âI mean, it makes sense. That much money for a what? Eighteen year old kid? Is his ability special?â
âHe can turn into a tiger,â you tell him. âCanât even control it.â
Dazai sits back up straight again, holding his book in his lap as he turns to face you, crossing his legs together. You feel a bit of fondness bubbling in your chest when you see how quickly he seems to be thinking, you can all but see the gears running swiftly behind his dark eyes.
âIs he the tiger? Is the tiger something of its own sentience? I did a research project on ability users two years ago, mostly I was just reading the studies of how theyâre dragged into criminal organizations at a young age, but some of them talked about how some ability users canât even control their ability because itâs like⌠a separate consciousness. Maybe it knows something? Or there are parts of his ability that he hasnât been able to unlock yet?â
Is it sentient? Atsushi hadnât made any mention of it and you hadnât thought to ask. It wouldnât be⌠unheard of. Dazai is right in that thereâs been a record of ability users who claim that their abilities have a consciousness of their own. Thereâs a member of the SDUP, a higher up in the Family who you met a few years back, and even Chuuya. Arahabaki is its own sentient being within Chuuya, could that be why Atsushi canât control his ability? You donât know, you hadnât really considered it but itâs definitely a possibility, and it would explain the Guildâs desperation to get their hands on him.
âEither way, I mean, I think you were definitely right to keep him close,â Dazai shrugs. âThey clearly want him badly for a reason and since itâs not one that can be seen at face value, who knows what it could be.â
âI wish you had been at the meeting where I had to argue with all of them about it,â you say bitterly, still irritated over the hours you spent arguing with the other executives, who were dead set on getting the money from the bounty.
Dazai tilts his head to the side, an unreadable look crossing his face for a second but then he shakes his head and asks, âSo political pressure isnât working?â
âNo. I mean, they donât want the Americans here anymore than any of us but they donât have a choice. After you fell asleep, I spent most of the night on the phone with the Minister of Foreign Affairs, talked to the US ambassador in Tokyo and asked our ambassador in the US to try to work with their government to get the Guild out of Japan. Got nowhere with it. If something couldâve been done politically to force them out of here, I wouldâve gotten it done.â
You even called Tolstoy last night. You donât like going to outsiders about domestic problems but you feel as if youâre backed into a cornerâitâs your fault that the Guild is here and you canât even do anything to fix it. And now-and now Dazai is at risk too. You have half a mind to keep him locked up in this beach house until you can figure everything out but you doubt that heâd stay in one place and heâs better off at your side than on his own.
He doesnât respond for a moment, oblivious to the thoughts running through your headâor maybe not, he probably knows exactly how stressed you are about this. Youâve never been without your phone and you know youâre making a mistake by turning it off now but you just canât bring yourself to turn it on, dreading whatever messages you might find. Chuuyaâs rage at your disappearance, Kouyouâs disapproval and worst of all, Moriâs disappointment.
He would know where you are. Who youâre with. Why you disappeared and why you were unable to fix this before it became a major problem for the Mafia. He promised not to intervene if it didnât affect Port Mafia business and you let it anyway. You ran to Dazai when you should have gone to the meeting and you canât even bring yourself to regret it even when you know that you put him in danger, not just from your enemies but also from-
You feel Dazaiâs hand brush your cheek as he reaches out, brows knit in concern as he looks at you and you realize that your breath has quickened noticeably, shallow and uneven. You try to calm yourself down but it only makes your heart rate spike more because you canât figure out why youâre unable to get yourself under control.
âHey,â Dazai says quietly, almost as if he doesnât want to startle you, but he sounds like heâs underwater. Or youâre underwater. Something isnât rightâyou know what isnât right, you know whatâs happening but you canât stop it. âHey, itâs okay-â
Itâs not okay. Itâs very much not okay. Your fingers dig into the sand, the small grains getting stuck beneath your fingernails as you try to physically ground yourself. You never should have started talking about this with himâyouâd known it was going to force you to confront everything youâve been avoiding the past few hours, your failure and incapability but he asked you and you couldnât-
You couldnât say no.
You need to-
âYou need to make them want to go back.â
Youâre so caught off guard by Dazaiâs words that it startles you right out of your spiral. Your gaze focuses on him and you watch as he starts to light up, excited. His hands drop to your wrists, holding them gently as he urges you to pay attention to him.Â
âYou need to make them want to go back,â he repeats, faster this time. âYou canât force them, so you have to make them choose to go on their own.â
You shake your head, still unsteady from your sudden bout of panic. You briefly shut your eyes and then say quietly, âDazai, thatâs a lot easier said than done. How-â
âThe best defense is a good offense,â Dazai quotes at you, nearly vibrating. âCounterattack, do something to make them have to go back to America.â
Oh.
Oh my god.
âOh my god,â you voice out loud, little over a breath. âOh my god. Octavio.â
âWho?â Dazai blinks, staring at you as you fumble to turn your phone back on.
âOctavio Paz,â you say hurriedly, willing your phone to turn back on. âHeâs the leader of one of Mexicoâs biggest cartels, has been trying to expand his foothold into the central parts of the US for years but one of the Guild membersâTwain, maybe, Steinbeck, one of themâthey always prevented it. If I can get him to do something now-â
Youâre stupid, youâre so stupid for not thinking of this sooner. Mori has always taught you itâthe one that strikes the first blow wins the battleâyou shouldâve had Octavio Paz making movements in the US as soon as you decided to keep Atsushi with the Port Mafia. As soon as you were considering keeping Atsushi with the Port Mafia. You were stupid and you let the Guild make the opening move of the game, and now it could cost you.
But if you can act fast enough then maybeâŚ
As your phone finally starts to turn on, you look back up at Dazai.
âI could kiss you,â you breathe out, watching his face light up at your approval.Â
You almost find yourself a bit suspicious of how quickly he came to this conclusion, how naturally this thought process seemed to come to him. You had been struggling trying to figure out what to do and you have over a decade of experience nowâyou were too focused on the fact that they were already here, so focused on the defense that you were scrambling and blinded to the prospect of an offense. And yes, it mightâve just been stupidity on your partâstupidity and carelessness, that isâbut Dazai is a twenty-two year old literature student, how the hell was he able to figure it out in a span of a handful of minutes while youâve been so lost?
âWhatâs stopping you?â Dazai prods, leaning forward.
His eyes are wide and imploring, a warm golden color beneath the rays of the sun; his lips are curved up into a sweet smile and you let all of your suspicions wash away. You reach forward to cup his cheek, watching as he immediately presses his face into your hand, eyes sliding shut as he brushes his lips to your palm before looking back up at you, expectant.
You lean in and graze your lips against his but just as you consider deepening the kiss, you notice that your phone screen has finally flickered on, so you lean back, not catching the way Dazaiâs face instantly falls.
âIâm going to go make a few callsâI have to head back to the house to grab my laptop. You want to come in or stay out here for a bit?â you ask absently as you rise to your feet.
âI think Iâll stay out here for a bit,â he says quietly. âHopefully everything works out.â
You donât respond as you make your way up the beach back to the house, wincing as you see a spam of nearly forty messages from Chuuya, a dozen from Piano Man, and a handful from Kouyou come in.
Worse, thereâs not a single message or missed call from Mori.Â
A few hours later, youâre sitting with Dazai on the couch in the beach house watching a movie. Heâs resting back against your chest, your arms loose around his waistâyou think heâs falling asleep actually, every time you look down, his eyes are drooping shut but then snap back open whenever he realizes that youâre looking down at him.Â
Youâre being spammed with calls again now that your phone is back onâboth Chuuya and Piano Man have been calling and texting incessantly. You think theyâre taking turns, honestly, when one isnât calling, the other is. You had to put their numbers on do not disturb but you did reach out to Klaus and Akutagawa, giving them quick orders to do what they can to fuck with the Guild.Â
Now, youâre waiting for a text from Paz to confirm heâs made the necessary movements into the central parts of the USâyou had to redirect a weapons shipment from South America up to Paz and his men, so you have to compensate for that with Machado down in Brazil, but heâs always been easily appeased. Youâll just have to take a trip down there some time soon to wine and dine him as an apology.
As soon as you get the confirmation from him, you can put your phone away and just spend the night relaxing with Dazai. Maybe try to figure out whatâs going on in this movie. Honestly, neither of you are even really watching the movie so you donât even know why itâs playing but itâs nice background noise at the very least.Â
âCan I ask you something?â Dazai asks quietly after a few moments, playing with your fingers and tilting his head up against your shoulder to look at you.
âYou have no idea how much I dread those words coming from you,â you say dryly. âGo ahead. Ask.â
Dazai pouts at your words but thereâs a serious look in his eyes that has you on edge, a bit concerned to what he might want to ask you.
âWhat did Chuuya mean the other night?â Dazai asks after a few moments, as if trying to figure out how he wants to phrase his question. When you only give him a confused look in return, he adds on, âHe said that you couldnât save someone last time. That this time wouldnât be any different.â
 Immediately, you stiffen and Dazai straightens up from where heâs sitting to turn to look at you, concerned. âI donât-â you start to say, voice strained and tongue heavy in your mouth. âI-â
âYou donât have to tell me if you donât want to,â Dazai tells you, seemingly a bit taken aback by how youâre struggling for words. âItâs okay. I was just wondering.â
You think you should take the out given to you because even just the thought of talking about what happened two years ago with Chuuya and his girl and the Serpentâs Tongue. Even after all of the time thatâs passed, the image of Chuuya hunched over her body is still burned behind your eyelids. You still wake up gasping and sweaty with the sound of Chuuyaâs screams still ringing through your ears. There are still days where the guilt of what happened is so crushing that you can hardly breathe.Â
âChuuya⌠he was dating a civilian two years ago,â you find yourself speaking instead but your voice sounds distant, like youâre not talking but instead listening to someone else talk. You donât even register that your lips are moving, they feel numb and prickly but the words tumble from your lips. âShe was our age, a year older maybe. In her third year of university, on track for med schoolâI think she went to YNU actually. She wanted to be a doctor. I only met her a few times, but Chuuya never shut up about her, would brag about her to anyone who would listen.â
You sit up straight, smoothing your hands up and down against the skin of your thighs a few times anxiously. Your tongue feels weighted, you can hardly bring yourself to continue; you donât want to continue so you donât know why youâre trying to force yourself. Dazaiâs gaze is so intense that you canât even bring yourself to look up at him, you keep your eyes trained on your lap even as he reaches out to entwine his fingers with yours.
âHow did they meet?â Dazai prods curiously, purposely trying to steer the conversation to a lighter topic when he hears the way your voice wavers.
âHe was stupid,â you say, the wry smile that tugs to your lips is a bit more genuine. You pause and then amend, âWe were both stupid when we were twentyâthought we were untouchableâbut Chuuya especially. Was a bit too arrogant on a mission and got three bullets in the back because of it. He dragged himself out of the warehouse they were ambushed in and into an alleyâshe was coming back from a late night class and ran into him. Took him back to her place and patched him up, he couldnât move for three weeks and he didnât have his phone on him. I went crazy looking for him, thought he was dead or worse, captured.â
Crazy might be understating it, honestly. In the three weeks Chuuya was missing, you all but upended the entire Mafia. There was no information on who the assailants had been, the entire warehouse had burned to the ground and the only three survivors were comatose, so you orchestrated the end of five different organizations that had been pressing their luck in Mafia territory, hoping that one of them had been the culprit.Â
Realistically, you had known that if any of the organizations had captured Chuuya, they would have made it known that they had him, but youâd been so viciously angry that you hadnât even cared in the moment⌠and you had thought at the time, that if he wasnât captured, he was almost definitely dead, so you hadnât wanted to consider the alternative as an actual option.
âBut no, he was with a civilian girl who knew damn well from the wounds and his outfit what he was involved with but still decided to help him,â you say, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. âShe was just as stupid as us, I guess.â
âHow did you meet her?â Dazai asks curiously. âDid Chuuya introduce you?â
Your smile softens a bit at the edges as you pull his hand into your lap, tracing along the lines of his palm and up his fingers. âNah, Chuuya tried to keep her out of this as much as possible. Talked all about her but never brought her around, was careful to never give up too much information about her to people he didnât fully trust.â
You sigh, gaze drifting from his hand over to the window, watching absently as the wind smacks a tree branch against the glass. You think there must be a storm rolling inâyouâd noticed that the skies were getting cloudy before the sun had set earlier but you hadnât thought anything of it. You hope it doesnât knock the power outâyou donât think this place has a generator.Â
âI only met her by chanceâwas in the area with Klaus handling a small gang that was causing trouble for civilians because I had nothing better to do. I get there and lo and behold, theyâve got Chuuyaâs girl backed in an alley. We got there before they could do anything but she was shaken, obviously. Was sweet though, she recognized me from pictures Chuuya has, invited both me and Klaus back to her apartment and made us tea. Chuuya flew across the city when I texted him, crashed right through the window.â
Your lips quirk up into another smile as you remember the way that Chuuya had quite literally crashed through her window, panicked and furious that some lowlives had tried to fuck with her. The way she spent thirty minutes shouting at him for breaking her window and forcing him to go replace it before he even had himself oriented.
Dazai snorts and then quietly asks the dreaded question, âWhat happened to her?â
âWe were stupid,â you repeat, softer this time. âThought we were untouchable. Chuuyaâheâs the strongest ability user in the worldâand Iâm set to take over the strongest mafia in the eastern hemisphere. No one would dare try to attack either of us because they know itâs futileâa death wish. And we⌠forgot that the people we love arenât as protected. That there are people out there who would do anything to try to cripple us if given the chance.â
Your throat swells, an uncomfortable lump forming as you stare ahead blankly, the movie still playing but none of it processing through your brain. You donât even know whatâs happening on it, all you can see are indecipherable blobs moving on the screen. Dazai doesnât press you to continue but you can still feel him looking at you and the way he squeezes your hand, so you take in a deep breath before continuing.
âIt was a Thursday night. Chuuya was meeting her on campus to bring her out of the city for the weekend as a surprise. She never walked out of the building her class was in and when he asked around, they said she never showed up. He went to her apartment to check on her because he realized something was up and the whole place was trashedâblood everywhere, windows shattered, they even killed one of her fucking cats. Chuuya called me but he couldnât even speak properly, I tracked him to her apartment and realized what had happened.â
He had her other cat in his lap, you remember, stomach twisting uncomfortably. Was kneeling in her blood next to the other one with the living one curled in his lap, licking his wrist as if begging him to get up and snap out of it. Youâd never seen him like that beforeâface so pale that he looked bloodless, eyes wide and haunted, not processing anything around himâhe was usually good in emergencies, never froze up, always moved forward. He didnât even fight Klaus and Akutagawa when you told them to get him to your apartment, to not let anyone see him like this.
âI⌠he wasnât in the right state to lead or plan an operation, so I did. I took over,â you say quietly, âand I failed.â
It wasnât your first failure. Itouâs death was your fault no matter how much people try to convince you otherwise. Even if the information youâd been given wasnât accurate, you still shouldâve been quicker on your feet. Youâve circled the what-ifs in your head over and over again, there were so many routes you couldâve taken but youâd frozen up in the face of a situation out of your control and it cost Itou his life.
Wasnât your first failure, but it was the first that had been entirely in your control. You took too long to figure out who had her, took too long to get the Black Lizards organized, by the time you got to their base, sheâd already been dead.
âThey were called the Serpentâs Tongue. A younger organization that had been based in Kyoto before they came to Yokohama. We hadnât been taking them seriously,â you tell him, voice hoarse. âShould have been, obviously. By the time Iâd figured out who had her and where they were⌠Chuuya was demanding to come with us, wanted to be the first face she saw after getting her out of there. Wouldnât budge on it. We got there and they left her head for us to find. Chuuya had barged into the room first andâŚâ
You still hear the way he screamed her name in your nightmares, still see how heâd fallen to his knees. Heâd unleashed corruption in his grief, devastating the area and nearly killing you with itâwhen you pulled him out of it, he told you that you shouldâve let it take him. You let out a heavy breath, gaze drifting to the side again.Â
âI donât have a good track record for saving people,â you say quietly. âI donât⌠her death destroyed Chuuya. And if you⌠if something happens to you now when I know betterâŚâ
Youâd never recover from it. Never.
â... Thatâs why you were so mad,â Dazai realizes after a few moments. When you give him a confused look, he elaborates. âThe day we got my suit tailored and I texted you.â
You snort. âI had Chuuya on standby and was about to put the Mafiaâs equivalent of the special ops on standby because I thought you were in trouble.â
Dazai flushes bright red. âI didnât know,â he complains. âHow was I supposed to know?â
Your lips curve up into a fond smile as you reach out for him, beckoning him to come back over to you. He pouts but he crawls back over, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you back until youâre laying on the couch so that he can lay right on top of you, burying his face in your chest. You bring one hand up to cradle the back of his head, the other sliding down to his back to hold him close to you.
You feel his lips pull up into a smile as he tilts his head up, big brown eyes peeking up at you, a soft brown under the dim lighting of the room, sweet and adoring. Youâve never had someone look at you that way in your lifeâlike youâre something worth being treasured, someone to treat gently. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans up to brush his lips against your jaw and-
And you think you love him.
The thought is so jarring that you almost physically flinch as soon as it crosses your mind. You only realize somethingâs wrong when you notice that Dazaiâs eyes shot open in surprise and instantly, your mouth floods with ash.
No way.
âWhat?â he breathes out.
âWhat?â you echo, voice flat.
âWhat did you just say?â he asks, a bit more rushed, eyes bright but expression hesitantâas if heâs trying to not get his hopes up but canât help himself. âTell me what you said. Say it again.â
You have half a mind to deny it but Dazai just looks so⌠he looks so happy. Hopeful. Like youâve told him something that he never expected anyone to ever say to him. So all you can do is steel yourself and clear your throat as you say quietly: âI think I love you.â
Dazai doesnât respond; he stares at you and you think heâs hardly even breathing. His eyes rapidly search your face, desperately trying to figure out if youâre telling him the truth or not and when he finds his answer, he looks entirely devastated, as if youâve taken his world and ripped it right out from under him.
âIâm not someone made to be loved,â he tells you, voice so quiet that you barely even hear it. His fingers clutch your shirt tightly like heâs scared to let go of you.
Your smile softens. âYet here I am.â
âYouâll regret it,â Dazai says shakily, throat bobbing as he swallows. âYou will.â
A part of you wants to tell him no, that if anyone ends up regretting anything, it will be himâthat if anyone isnât made for love, itâs youâbut you donât have it in you. You raise your hand to cup his cheek, watching as his lashes flutter shut; you lift your other hand to brush his hair back behind his ear.
âI wonât,â you tell him quietly.
âYou will,â he insists. âYou really will. I-â
âI wonât,â you say again, firmer this time, and Dazai lets out a noise in the back of his throat, dropping down to lay flat against you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
His lashes are wet, you can feel the dampness against your skin, and you can also feel how hot his face is. You smile as your hand slides to the back of his head again, absently playing with the dark locks as you tilt your head to the side and kiss his temple.
Dazai takes in a wet, ragged breath at the casual and unexpected action. You can feel his shoulders shake as he tries to regain control of himself and your free hand rests between his shoulder blades, thumb drawing circles against his skin.Â
âWhat happened to the cat?â Dazai suddenly asks after a few moments of him trying to settle down, voice cracking and wavering over the words as he desperately tries to change the subject to something that doesnât have him on the verge of collapse.
âThe cat?â
âThe cat, the one that lived. What happened to it?â he asks more insistently, not bothering to even look up from where heâs hiding his face against you.
âOh.â You realize what heâs talking about. âChuuya took it in.â
Dazai makes a sharp noise of disgust. âGross,â he complains. âHe doesnât even seem like a cat person.â
You canât help the puff of laughter that escapes your lips. âWhat is your problem with him?â you ask. âYouâve had it out for him from day one.â
Dazai sniffs. âI just donât like him, thatâs all,â he says defensively. âI donât need a reason.â
âSure,â you agree, amused. âWhatever you say.â
Dazai lights up suddenly at your words. âWhatever I say?â he prods, finally lifting his face to look up at you, eyes gleaming. You give him a suspicious look but Dazai only gives you a sweet smile in return.
âNothing,â he sings without you even needing to say anything, making you even more suspicious, but then he lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose against the side of your face. You feel him smile against your skin, he kisses your cheek once, twice and then a third time before settling back down. âLetâs watch Despicable Me.â
âNo.â
âYou said whatever I say-â
âNo!â
âAre you asleep?â
Dazai pouts as he nudges you gentlyâheâs been wide awake for over an hour now and he knows he shouldnât bother you considering you didnât sleep the night before, but he still finds himself seeking out your company. Heâs half laying on top of you, head resting on your shoulder as he continues to bop his forehead against your chin to wake you up.
The two of you had gone back to the bedroom a few hours ago and youâd fallen asleep pretty quickly. Dazai had dozed off for a bit too, but he found himself startled awake by a particularly loud cracking noise from outside, a tree toppling over from the wind probably, and now he couldnât fall back asleep.
And a Dazai left with only his own mind as company is not a good Dazai.
He tried to distract himself with you for a bit. Watched you sleep for a whileâcreepy as it is, he found peace in watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, the soft puffs of air that left your lips, how every time he tried to pull away from you, your brows would furrow and your arms would tighten around him. Heâs never had someone who wanted him before, much less someone who wanted him so genuinely and unconditionally that even in their sleep, they seek him out and want him close. He didnât even know what to think of it, honestly, a part of him was still waiting for you to start laughing and telling him that this is all some big joke.
I think I love you.
His breath shakes the same way it does every time your words echo through his head, fingers trembling from where heâs running them up and down your arm softly.Â
Love. Love. Love.Â
You love him. Him. Someone who can hardly function on an everyday basis, someone who has to wrap himself up in bandages because heâs embarrassed of what lies beneath them, someone who has only ever had death and misfortune follow him around his entire life. You love him even though youâve listened to him fumble over words like a fool because he gets tongue tied in your presence, you love him even though he blackmailed you into giving him a chance because he was that desperate for your attention, you love him even though you had to pick him up at the hospital after a failed suicide attempt because he has no one else in his life to call.Â
You love him. Him. You love him in spite of all of his flawsâand he knows very well there are a lot of them. You love him in spite of all of the pushback from the people around you. You love him in spite of the fact that your world is completely different from his, in spite of the fact that you could do so much better than him, in spite of the fact that Dazai is Dazai and youâre you and youâre so far out of his league that Dazai doesnât even think he should be breathing the same air as you, much less curling up next to you in bed. Even though it puts so much at riskâyour life, your occupation, everythingâyou love him still and Dazai just canât understand it.
And Dazai loves you.Â
He does. He thinks heâs known it since the beginning, since that day at the school library when you came over because he was sitting all alone at a table that was clearly meant for a group of individuals and not just one, when you realized something was bothering him so you gave him your name even though he had been rude to you when he got embarrassed over having no friends. Since that day at his apartment complex when you showed up to deal with his shitty landlord; heâd made a joke about how you should waive his rent, not expecting anything of it, and you did. Since you rushed to him while he was at the menâs warehouseâheâd thought it was odd that you seemed so irritated by his dramatics trying to get you to come to him, but now that he knew it was because you thought he was in trouble, thought he was in danger and rushed to him like he was the only thing that mattered even back thenâŚ
Dazai loves you, and he didnât tell you when you told himâhe wants to tell you even though the thought of pushing those words out of his mouth terrifies him, so he returns to trying to wake you up.
âWake up,â Dazai complains quietly, booping his forehead against your chin again. âWake up, wake up, wake-â
âWhatâs wrong?â you finally ask through a yawn, voice rough with sleep as you shift a bit. One of your hands comes up to run your fingers through his hair and Dazai hums at the feeling, eyes drooping shut again as he sinks back into your chest. âDazai?â
âOsamu,â he corrects quietly, â... will you call me Osamu?â
Your fingers still in their steady strokes through his hair and for a split second, Dazai thinks that he misstepped. But then, you lean your head down to press your lips against his forehead and he can only let out a shaky breath, nuzzling his face into your body.
âOsamu,â you repeat, voice soft and a bit more awakeâand god, the sound of his given name leaving your lips is almost heavenly, he thinks.Â
He canât remember the last time someone called him by his first name, his aunt was probably the last and it was her screaming at him to get out of his car before she left him to die in Suribachi. Itâs an unpleasant memory, and he thinks that maybe heâs only been able to associate his given name with unpleasantness because of it, but this⌠it makes him feel light and cozy, like the warmth of a hearth surrounding him after spending years alone in the cold wilderness. He thinks he could hear you say his name a million times and never tire of this feeling.
âOsamu, tell me whatâs wrong. Whyâd you wake me up?â
His lips part to say the three words he planned on saying but they wither and die on his tongue when his eyes meet yours. Even with your words ringing through his head, he canât bring himself to say it. And itâs silly. Itâs silly because heâs scared that if he says it, itâll be the trigger the gods need to finally rip you away from himâeverything he never wants to lose is always lost the moment he obtains it, itâs true, he told you this and heâs been treading such a fine line and heâs terrified that speaking those three words out loud will be enough for the twisted gods above to finally rip the rug out from under his feet.
So, he doesnât say it.
âOsamu,â you frownâheâll never tire of it, he has half a mind to ask you to say it over and over and over again, doesnât care if it makes him seem crazy. âWhatâs going on?â
He needs to say somethingâthe longer he sits here evading answering, the more concerned youâre going to get, and the more concerned you get, the harder itâs going to be to lie. Dazaiâs throat spasms as he instead broaches a different topic that has been bothering him for a few weeks.
âAre you attracted to me?â
It has been a rather persistent thought in the back of his head, even more so since the two of you spoke at the cliff yesterday. At first, he thought maybe it was just because you didnât really want himâthat you were trying to evade any physical intimacy with him because he was backing you into a corner and you were uncomfortable.Â
But now? Knowing that you do want him? He doesnât have any other explanation than the fact that maybe you just arenât attracted to him⌠and heâs not sure he can blame you. Who would be attracted to someone who hardly takes care of himself and wraps himself in bandages like a mummy?
You stare at him for a moment, expression too blank for comfort before your brows begin to furrow. The longer you take to respond, the more embarrassed Dazai is. Â
âWhat?â you finally ask, voice stunted and perplexed.
Dazaiâs face heats up, regretting his words immediately.Â
He should have just told you what he wanted to say originally.
âNevermind,â he says, rolling over so that his back is to you, not wanting you to see his red face. âForget it.â
âHey, no,â you say, suddenly sounding all too awake and Dazai squeezes his eyes shut, wanting to crawl into a ditch and die. âOsamu, what? What are you even talking about? How is that even a question?â
He feels you sit up in the bed next to him and pointedly lays on his stomach to bury his face in the pillow to try to hide himself even as you shift to look over at him. Itâs to no avail because youâre a brute and decide to just grab his shoulder to forcibly roll him back onto his back. Dazai scowls up at you, face still aflame.Â
âDonât manhandle me,â he grumbles, averting his gaze but you only shift right back into his line of vision, frowning. âStop, itâs nothing. Forget it. Really.â
âItâs not nothing,â you say, reaching out to cup his cheek and Dazai thinks youâre entirely unfair because he is simply too weak to your touch so he can already feel himself giving in when you look at him with a slight frown and say, âTell me.â
Dazai huffs. He huffs and he bristles like an irritated cat, he scowls up at you for forcing him to explain himself and then his shoulders slump in defeat.Â
How embarrassing.
âI just⌠have tried to⌠initiate things and you⌠donât ever⌠want to?â
Dazai thinks a gun in the mouth might be kinder than this.
And then-
And then you have the nerve to laugh at him. Or, you donât laugh but you smile and you look like youâre about to laugh, so Dazai jerks up into a sitting position, offended. Your hand falls from his face and instantly, heâs yearning for your touch again.Â
âYouâre laughing at me,â he accuses, voice dripping with disbelief. âYou just laughed at me when I was opening up to you.â
âNo,â you say and then laugh. You laugh and Dazai stares at you in abject horror. âNo, Iâm not laughing at you.â
âYouâre laughing at me right now,â Dazai squawks. âYouâre-I canât believe youâre laughing at me.â
âOsamu,â you say, smile softening as you look at him. You reach out again, fingers brushing his skin before your palm settles against his cheek again, thumb so close to the corner of his lips. Dazaiâs breath hitches, lashes fluttering as his eyes meet yours. âI knew that if we started something, I wouldnât be able to stop. So I didnât want to let it start. I⌠still thought youâd be better off away from me, out of this life, and I wouldnât have been able to let go if I let anything happen between us.â
Dazai stares at you for a moment, processing the words, and then confirms, â... So you are attracted to me?â
âYes,â you say, unbearably amused. âVery.â
â... But why?â Dazai asks quietly, voice a bit too vulnerable for his liking.
âWhat do you mean why?âÂ
He clears his throat and looks up at the ceiling as he says, âIâm not anything special, yâknow?â Heâs careful to keep his voice light and airy, void of all of the insecurity thatâs been ripping him apart since the two of you met. âI just donât get it. You could have anyone you wantâliterallyâso why me?â
You click your tongue and Dazai hears you shift around again, breath catching when you sit yourself right on his lap, lifting both hands to his face now to force him to look at you. With his face settled between your hands and your body flush to his, Dazai has no choice but to meet your gaze head on and he almost dies at the intense look in your eyes, can hardly breathe.
âDo you want me to show you why?â you hum with a teasing smile.
Dazai inhales sharply, eyes widening at the offer. His lips part to respond but no words leave them, so he just nods. Youâre not pleased with that response, clearly, from how you raise your eyebrows.
âYes,â he rasps out. âShow me. Prove that you want me. Please.â
You donât even waste a second before youâre leaning in to press your lips against his. Dazaiâs eyes flutter shut and his breath hitches as you press him back against the plush pillows of the bed. Heâs suddenly acutely aware of the rough bandages covering his body that are probably prickling your skin uncomfortably, of his chapped lips and hair thatâs a bit too dry because he never properly washes it.Â
âThe first thing I noticed about you was your eyes,â you say quietly, pulling away from him so your gaze could meet his. He tries to chase your lips but you donât let him. âI could hardly look away from them. I tried to walk away from you that night at the bar but every time I looked at you, I found myself lost in them.â
Dazaiâs throat spasms, face flushing. âDonât lie,â he tells you, voice hoarse. âNobody likes myâŚâ
Too wide. Too black. Too empty. Dull. Hollow. Soulless. All things heâs heard people say about his eyesâno one can ever look him in the eyes for too long before they find themselves uncomfortable.Â
âIâm not lying,â you say with a soft smile, thereâs almost a wistful look in your eyes as you continue. âRight now, they remind me of the night sky, dark and endless, filled with countless glittering stars⌠I love the stars⌠They remind me of home.â
Dazai chews on his bottom lip as he stares up at you; he tries to speak but again, he finds himself unable to. You donât force him to this time though, bringing your hand back to his cheek and running your thumb over his bottom lip as if to stop him from biting at it.
âUnder the sun, theyâre gold,â you tell him quietly. âThe first time I noticed, it was the day we met at the ports. Sunset. You were standing right at the opening of the alley Iâd been waiting in with Klaus and the sun hit you just right. You looked so pretty beneath it that I was almost tongue-tied. If we hadn't been interrupted, I wouldâve made a fool of myself.â
âYouâre exaggerating,â Dazaiâs voice wobbles terribly. âYou-â
âIâm not,â you murmur. Dazaiâs breath shakes as you lean back down to kiss the corner of his lips. This time, instead of going back to his lips, you kiss down to his jaw slowly. âThe second thing I noticed about you was your smile.â
Too fake. Too teethy. Too strained. Unnatural looking.
âNot the fake one you love to put on,â you say, nipping his skin gently. âYour real one. I got a glimpse of it that day at the cafeâthe second time we metâwhen you realized Iâd actually been listening to you that night at the bar. But I really saw it that day at Kidoâs when we started talking about poetry⌠I donât even think you realized you were smiling, the corners of your lips were curved up and your expression was just so⌠soft. Peaceful. You looked happy and I think that was the first time I really realized that a large majority of the time you put on a mask when youâre around people.â
When you kiss down to the edge of the bandages around his neck, Dazai thinks youâll ask him to take them off and he braces himself for the question. Braces himself for the discomfort of being bare in front of someone for the first time⌠ever maybe, because itâs not like he can say no if you ask him to take them off after he badgered you into this.
But you donât. You kiss over the bandages as if theyâre not even there, you tug at his shirt to get him to lift his arms up for you to pull it off and when you do, you continue kissing down his chestâover the bandagesâand donât even show the slightest bit of discontent about it.
âYouâve seen through me⌠since all the way back then?â Dazai swallows thickly when your hands rest on his slim waist, breath quickening. âBut then whyâŚâ
Why did you stay?
âThat day at the boutique⌠I was supposed to cut you off,â you admit quietly, sitting back on his thighs as your hands rest on his hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, but you donât move to pull them off. Dazaiâs body is uncomfortably hot, head frighteningly fuzzy, he can only barely bring himself to listen to your words. âMy first thought when I realized that Iâd gotten my first glimpse behind your mask was that I wanted to see more of you, wanted to see you smile genuinely, wanted to learn more about you, I wanted you. Iâd realized I let it go too farâthat I was starting to actually fall for you and I was putting you in dangerâbut even then, I couldnât do it.â
His breath shakes as he breathes in and out, fingers digging into your thighs. He parts his lips to say something but you continue before he can.
âI spoke to Chuuya that same nightâhe told me that this had to stop, that I was going to get you killed. The next time we met was at the ports. One of the Port Mafiaâs enemies had seen us together,â you say, expression a bit more serious now. âKlaus killed him. I had the entire organization exterminated that same night.â
Dazai thinks that shouldnât have turned him on as much as it did. His heart rate spikes at your words, breath quickening and that pool of heat in his lower abdomen gets impossibly hotter, his mind almost entirely shatters at what youâre saying. Your grip on his hips tightens just a bit, lips pressed together as you look down at him with an unreadable expression.
âI would do terrible things for you, Dazai Osamu,â you tell him softy. âI have done terrible things for you and I would do them again and again and again.â
âPlease,â Dazai breathes out, and heâs not even sure what heâs saying please for, but you do.Â
You do. As always, Dazai is seen when heâs with you and he canât help the whimper that spills from his lips, the way his eyes mist over with tears. Dazai is seen and he is loved and-and heâs happy. Heâs happyâreally, truly happy for the first time since Odasakuâs death.
You lean down to kiss Dazai againâthis kiss is sloppier than the last few, a frantic clashing of teeth as your hands slide down his body to pull his sweatpants off. Dazai lifts his hips to help you get them off of him, his own fingers clumsily tugging at your silk shorts to try to yank them off of you.
Once he gets them off, his hands drop down to your hips, pulling you down so that youâre sitting flush against him. He moans into your mouth when he finally gets the friction heâs so desperately been aching for, grinding his clothed cock against your panties. He feels almost dizzy with need, lips sliding messily against yours, nails digging crescents into your hips. He thinks maybe he might be able to cum just from this and the thought is embarrassing but he canât even stop the way heâs rocking his hips up.
Your lips trail from his down to his neck and Dazai tosses his head back against the pillow when your teeth scrape against his skin before you bite down hard, a lewd moan escaping his lips.
âPlease,â he gasps again, voice breaking over the only word he seems to be capable of saying. âPlease.â
You lean forward as you reach between your bodies to ease his cock out of his briefs and Dazai nearly cums on the spot when he feels your fingers wrap around him, fingers sliding against the precum dripping down his length. You rest your forehead against his, lips dragging across his cheek back to his lips as you press the tip of his cock against your entrance.
He almost says it in that momentâforeheads pressed together, sharing the same sliver of air, both of you breathing shakily as his tip just barely sinks into youâthose three words, he almost says them. They almost slip out when his gaze meets yours and he sees the soft, enamored expression on your face as you look down at him.
Dazaiâs eyes knock back when you sink down on his cock, lips parted in a silent moan, vision white. For a terrifying moment, Dazai thinks he mightâve cum just from the feeling of your walls warm and tight around his cock. His whole body trembles, his head feels foggy and garbledâheâs speaking, he realizes, but he doesnât even know what heâs saying. He can feel his lips moving, can hear something leaving them, but heâs so out of it that he canât even process what it is.Â
You nip at his lips once, then twice, before you trail kisses to his ear, savoring in the way he shivers when you tug at his earlobe. You only start to rock your hips when your lips get to that spot behind his ear that makes him entirely incoherent. You suck and nip at the skin as you roll your hips slowly, each drag of his cock against your walls makes him choke over moans.Â
Heâs not going to last long, he realizes absently, unable to even be mortified by the thought considering how focused he is on your body, warm and flush against his. His hands are moving sliding up your body to your chest, back down your body to your assâhe doesnât even know what to do with them, honestly, wants to touch every part of you all at the same time, wants to make you feel half as good as youâre making him feel but he canât even think with your lips sucking at his skin and your cunt squeezing his cock.
His moan breaks suddenly, cracking and quavering as it slips into a sob. His breath is ragged and shuddered, and his vision swims. He feels his cheeks wet and your hands leave from where theyâre braced on his shoulders to cup his cheeks.Â
Your thumbs wipe away the tears spilling down his cheeks, you lean down to ghost your lips against his temple, and your voice is soft, so soft as you whisper, âI know, baby, Iâve got you. Let go.â
And he does. The taut cord in his abdomen tightens impossibly more before snapping, his nails drag down your thighs, leaving long red marks, his hips snap up and he tosses his head back against the pillows. One of your hands slides from his cheek to wrap around his neck firmly and Dazai is goneâhis vision goes dark and spotty, a choked cry of your name escapes his lips and Dazai cums so hard that he thinks he blacks out momentarily.
You lean down and press your lips against his, moaning into his mouth as your walls spasm around him. Dazaiâs breath is sharp and quick, lashes wet and heavy, his body twitches and trembles as you ride out your high on his spent cock. He can feel you panting against his skin, your lips sliding from his to press against his cheek as you try to catch your breath.
And Dazai thinks he could stay like this forever, basking in your presence, the feeling of your body pressed to his, his cock still snug in your cunt and one of your hands cradling his face while the other cups the side of his neck, fingers absently playing with the ends of his matted hair. Your forehead rests against his cheek, savoring his presence just as much as he is yours.
He feels warm, he feels safe, he feels loved.
He feels loved.
You shift back just enough to look him in the eye, close enough so that your nose is still brushing his, that youâre still sharing air. Your thumb runs along his cheekbone and your eyes are soft and adoring as you look down at him. As you admire him.
âI could give you countless reasons as to why I want you,â you finally say quietly, âbut when it comes down to it, the main reason is because youâre you, Osamu.â
He feels loved.Â
Your weekend paradise with Dazai shatters with a single message not even six hours later.
Chuuya: I need you. Going to use Corruption.
smut development: minimal besides some dialogue. she told him that when she saw through his mask, her first desire was wanting to see/know more of him. also tells him what happened after she met him at the ports (ie. having the yakuza exterminated). tells him: i'd do terrible things for you - i have done terrible things for you and i would do them again. then at the very end, she tells him that the reason she wants you is because she's him.
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FUTURE SPOUSE - Channelled message: What they love about you
(can also apply to long-term committed partner)
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, Iâd love to know đ
About me | Masterpost
Book a reading with me - KO-FI (â personal reading)
1. Citrine
Loving you and being loved by you is like registering for a foreign language course, a never-ending one. At first, I was perplexed by your emotional distance, I could see it, your emotions, but I couldn't reach it. It felt like a wall was between us. I suppose my emotional expression felt foreign to you, too. Our language didn't match. But we persisted. We learnt and we've found some success.
You will find my neediness less annoying, and I will find your distance less scary. We've learnt to appreciate each other's endearing traits more, to admire rather than criticise each other.
I get to feel your care in such an intimate way. It's subtle, modest but warm, and it makes my heart squealed. It's like a perfume scent that lingers close to your skin. Sometimes you would forget that it is there, but you could still feel its effect on you, subconsciously, it makes you feel at ease, relaxed, like an invisible embrace. You always know me so well, inside out, even the smallest reaction wouldn't escape your eyes. You make me feel so appreciated, and I want to give you my unwavering devotion. We are, in a sense, the only existence in each other's eyes. (We still care for other people in our life, but no one understands us like us, no one sees us like us)
We don't show our love for each other in such an extravagant and boisterous way. We want to go about our life together quietly, to protect our nest. We are more alike in the way we function in this world than you think. Both your detachment and my attachment stemmed from a sense of solitude in life. The difference is, you want to embrace it, I want to run away from it. And when we are together, we enjoy our solitude together.
We get to feel life together in such a pure and beautiful way. I had never paid enough attention to little beauties surrounding me until I met you. Life takes on many more colours than before. It's vibrant, it's blinding, and it's moving.
Note: You guys could have some difficulties in the beginning due to differences in your way of expressing love. They are more attached and needy while you are more detached and distance. I don't think they are generally the needy and clingy type. They could just appear that way to you. But, gradually, you will learn to understand and adjust to each other. And that will be immensely rewarding. They will come to appreciate your more detached temperament, it shows hidden strength and also shows that you don't just overreact to situations, you will face adversities with calmness.
They love your quiet devotion and how you care for them in such a subtle and observant way. They feel seen and understood by you.
They will want to enjoy the quiet life that you share with each other. The type that goes under the radar, very private, not many will be able to intrude upon.
They also love how being with you makes them notice more beauty in life, to pay more attention to details. They learnt to enjoy smaller things, to find joys in ordinary days with you.
2. Red jasper
If you were a detective, a secret agent, or a spy, I think you would be very successful. Or are you one? Your silent moves would kill me every time. I didn't know that I could be attracted to something so dangerous. Why? The anticipation, the dread, it builds and builds in me, until suddenly, I find myself floating in the middle of dark water. I love it and I'm scared of it. The food you gave me, I'd never know if they were poisonous, if they had some kind of spell cast on them. Anyway, It filled my stomach, and it filled my heart. Full and contented. That's how I feel when I'm with you, minus the dread and the fear.
You don't say much, but your stare is enough, more than enough, it's intimidating, you know? Don't you know that people are scared of that? Or you've already known and you're enjoying it?
Whenever I look at you, I can't resist the urge to play detective myself. To deduct your thoughts and plans from those minuscule expressions on your face, your reactions. I want to observe them, to study them, so that, next time, you can't spring your surprises on me. Haha, fat chance, I will fail most of the times though. It's frustrating but also fascinating, especially when I see your surprising tactics worked on other people. A sense of sympathy, perhaps. Where do you get all those outlandish ideas from? Is there a recipe for the ideas generator with a 'totally explosive and secretive' tag on it in your mind? Do you have a production team working overtime behind the screen for you? Give me a hint.
You do whatever you want, sometimes you even moved away, change your address without telling me, knocking at my door in the middle of the night to tell me some irrelevant stories then walked away, telling me to go to the beach in the middle of winter. It's maddening, and it's addicting. I just want to grab a hold of you. I know it's impossible, but I always want to try.
Note: Are you someone who is on the quiet side but like to do whatever you want? Maybe you aren't, but they will view you that way. Your silence means unpredictability for them. They can't read you. And when they can't read someone, they perceive that person to be dangerous, they can't predict the other person's next move. But they love that feeling of uncertainty with you. It's scary but exhilarating, I think they have a liking for extreme sport and scary movies, anything that hints at a hidden, darker side.
They like your cooking, whatever you cook, even if it looks weird or unidentifiable, made from strange ingredients, it gives them a sense of uneasiness but also satisfaction.
They find you to be intimidating and inexpressive. They also like that other people are intimidated by you, is that a sense of camaraderie? A secret fan club. Your mysterious existence intrigues them. They want to probe into your mind to understand your inner working, with not much success, and that will even drive them more into it. It arouses them in every sense. They want to catch hold of that elusiveness, that uniqueness that you have. Be careful that it could translate to some possessive and obsessive behaviours from their part.
3. Amazonite
If you look closely at everything in nature, you will find that balance is everywhere, the equilibrium of randomness and order, of opposition and unification. And I find that balance in you too, because you are a part of nature, we all are, I find me in you and I find you in me.
You are the everlasting flame that burns. I got close and got a burn mark for touching you. But it's the mark that I would proudly display. Not to show off my bravery but to show off our closeness. You touched the softest part of me, the body hiding behind a tough shell. It hurts. It feels scary. It feels naked, but I wouldn't choose the other way.
How can someone so fierce and powerful like you can also be so tender and soft? softness could kill, strength could soothe.
I saw you walking on a strange road that not many dared to walk, but you seem so calm, so at peace, it made me curious, it made me envious and it also made me yearn to be with you. To walk with you, even if you don't need a companion. Are you chasing the moon, a faraway dream, a total darkness? Whatever destination you are heading to, I want to be there with you, for you, because I know my happiness also lies there as well. Your steadfastness gave me utmost trust and security, something that I didn't know I needed that much.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm seeing multiple people in front of me, but it's just you. I see a playful child, I see a wise wizard, I see a naughty trickster, I see a serious teacher. Somehow, they all act in union, a harmonious whole. It's ever fascinating. I could go to you for the soundest advice, then have banters that go nowhere and everywhere. I could go to you for the sweetest smile then having the rawest touch. What can I not find in you?
Note: This person practically loves everything about you. The love and the hurt that you can give them.
They find you to be their perfect counterpart, someone that they want to walk with, the one that can lead them to their happiness. They find happiness in their journey with you, no matter the destination.
They love how multifaceted you are. You seem to embody lots of different and contradicting traits, but it worked for you. You can harmonise them well into a fascinating being that they can't get enough of.
This person probably loves someone who can teach them, widen their mind, make them face their deepest part, but also be gentle about it. They love someone that know where they are going, someone who is very sure of their self, even if the path they tread doesn't mesh well with other people, I see the image of a stream (conventional ideals) feeding/pouring fear on a fish, but the fish just swims pass them. They find this steadfastness (their word) give them the courage to also go their own path and put their trust in you completely.
I think the way you act is pretty gentle, soft, and loving towards them, but it can also trigger them, touch them deeply, they can perceive a liveliness to you, as in someone who is brimming with life.
4. Labradorite
Hmm, the people seeing you be all smiley and warm probably won't be able to guess the wild animal that you've put on a tight leash behind closed doors.
Not with me, I will see it and I will love it. I love how you present yourself in such a soft, sweet way, then act all passionately when you are with me. Can it be called deception? I don't think so. It's just that you have such admirable self-control, you know when to hold and when to release, you don't just show your wild side to anyone. They have to earn your trust. I feel like the only guest in a private show. It boosted my ego, I will be honest. It makes me excited every time I get to meet you. Like a kid going to amusement park to watch firework.
You know how to play with words. Make it more flirty than necessary, but also make it into a soothing balm for the most agonising pain. I will tell you every time, to write a book, and I will be your most avid reader.
Being with you is me deciding to be brave, to embrace changes. You will bring changes into my life. Not intentionally. You just are. I found my life getting flipped upside down, being shaken, wrung out all the unnecessary grimes that had tenaciously clung on. I know that after they'd gone, you would fill me with real life. It felt like a dream before. Now I'm wide awake, lying on the shore, empty and liberated.
How can you give so much? Is there an infinite bank of fire inside you? Falling for you is like falling into the rabbit hole. It leads me into a strange land, expanding then contracting, being too big, being too small. Then, you will shine a light through a tiny hole on the sky for me to find you. I always know how to find you. The fire in me longs to be one with your fire.
Note: This person have so much passion for you. It's not just lust in a physical sense. It's more like your fire ignites their life fire and make it burn wildly. They can feel a passionate energy from you, it's generous and giving, like a sun. It's a life force that attracts every living being. I think that life for this person before meeting you had been quite dull. You make them feel alive. And to be alive is to be aroused, much like a seed sleeping underneath the earth, one day, sprouted out and kept growing.
They love how you're able to control yourself. They sense that you have a more wild side, an animalistic side to you that you just don't show to anyone unless they are deserving. They love how you present yourself beautifully and can also act passionately and assertively. You know when to be flirty, when to be serious, when to be soothing. You're probably have a talent with words too. They love your way of communicating, it's fun and creative.
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Does anyone else feel a strange sort of dread waiting for new deltarune chapters?
It sounds crazy right? I admit it's a weird feeling for sure, and I'm not even 100% sure if dread is the right way to describe it. But as more info is revealed and the next chapter inevitably gets closer and closer to releasing I can't help but feel a strange sort of, melancholy? Longing? The only way I can describe it is "when you know the goodbye is coming". The strange somber feeling when you know youâre going to have to leave stuff behind, but aren't quite ready for it yet.
warning: words. Homestuck
In 3 months Chapter 1 will be 6 years old, and in 2 months Chapter 2 will be 3 years old. Deltarune is ostensibly in Early Access but this release schedule puts new chapters closer in time scale to whole sequals if anything, which they most assuredly are not trying to be. This has created a strange situation in the fanbase that I don't think I've ever truly seen anywhere else. One where, In the time between chapters It feels like everyone has had their own chance to decide what Deltarune is to them. To create their own version of this story, to write their own themes that they want to see explored, to imagine their own events and plot twists they want to see play out.
@lynxgriffin Paper Trail Comic Being an Alternate Story following off of chapter 1
@lilybug-02 The Chara Timeline Being one of many interpretations on the popular Asriel & Chara roommates headcannon.
@huecycles Andromeda Chapters being their interpretation on the full game
The innumerable Deltarune Theorists and analysts like HalfBreadChaos, Andrew Cunningham, Stuffed Alpaca, etc. etc.
@vyletbunni Deltatraveler being a whole ass fangame based around a chapter 2 meme that it has long since outlived
And that's kinda the thing isn't it? Once more deltarune comes out, a ton of these projects will just become outdated, it's an inevitability. So what will happen to them? will they become forgotten? maybe, maybe not, it's impossible to tell. but either way it feels kinda sad to think about yknow? that one day all the time and effort spent and all the memories made might one day just cease to exist.
There's a lot more I could say on this topic if given the chance but to keep this tumblr post from morphing into a 2 hour long video essay in text form let me leave off with this.
In the age of the internet and social media there will always be a fan of something. Nothing truly dies quite like it used to anymore, regardless of whatever influencers want you to believe. But that doesn't mean things stop changing, that there wasn't a past that has since been left behind. I'm a Homestuck fan. more specifically I'm a Late Homestuck fan, one who came in after the comic had already ended and it's peak in popularity was long behind it. The fandom's still around all these years later. But it'd be foolish to admit that, 8 years after the comics controversial end, the inescapable trend of new fans replacing old fans has left the fandom wholly disconnected from the monolith that it once was. the only remnants of which lie in decades old discourse and fanfiction. Like old relics of a long forgotten city, waiting to be excavated under a fine layer of dirt.
Before I close out here I just want to make it clear: I'm not saying that we should be trying to return to some nebulous "glorious past" that never really existed. I'm not trying to deride Toby Fox for not working in the sweatshop hard enough to produce more contentâ˘, or whatever you wanna try and spin-doctor this post into. It's just a thought that creeps into my head every now that I wanted to share, see if anyone feels the same, yknow?
Besides it's not all doom and gloom. For those of you OG Homestucks who read till the end. You remember Heinoustuck? Guidestuck? Nightfall? Fucking Ke$haStuck? yeah those are still going by the way! after years of inactivity they've now started back up again. some under new authors and some by the same author but still!
You could say a lot about that but to me at least, it makes me feels hopeful in a way. That, even if not everything will survive. we'll at least have some mementos to remember what came before.
#deltarune#utdr#toby fox#deltarune chapter three#deltarune chapter 3#deltarune chapter 4#deltarune chapter four#deltarune update#deltarune fanfiction#deltarune discussion#homestuck#fandom
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Hello !!! I hope youâre doing fine and enjoyed last patch quest! I really really love your writing, and especially like the way you write Ratio,,,,, that yandere Drabble you posted a while ago with Ratio and Aventurine sharing reader has been haunting me in the best ways <33
Since your request are open, could I ask for a one-shot of yandere Ratio and Aventurine? If itâs fine Iâll ask for reader to be shy/introverted but otherwise Iâll leave it up to your inspiration! Maybe about life at home, or visit in Penacony? Maybe theyâre tormenting Reader through strip-poker? Maybe Ratio was inspired by the shrinking device and now theyâre having fun with their pocket-sized darling? Anything you fancy Iâm not difficult, I only ask you have fun!! <3
(I assumed your no-sequel rule only applied to one-shot, I deeply apologise if I was wrong fjekjdksjd)
Inure
yandere!aventurine x reader x yandere!dr ratio
cw(s) : yandere, forced proximity, slight dehumanization (but everything is sauteed in humor so bon appetit â¨)
wc : 1k
hi nonnie!! thank you so much for your sweet words<3 tbh every idea you presented was very enticing and i'll definitely keep them in consideration for later. for now though, i really wanted to write something soft for these two, i hope you don't mind :>
Inconveniences come in many forms.
Some more candid than most, while others lurk in the shadows of carelessness like hyenas ; ready to pounce on the unsuspecting prey at the opportune time. Trouble and tribulation eclipse the course of human life, masquerading as two sides of the same coin. What they are, in truth, a pair of mischievous twins who are always watching, evaluating and trapping their victims in elation-filled jumpscares. It is also true that woes differ based on the individual, some even see fit to opine that the source of misery is the individual themselves.
Your vexations however, are dictated by two idiosyncratic persons with interests as farther apart as two solar systems. Which isn't a lot if one considers the magnificence of the universe, but distanced enough to be the tillable land of your miseries. Said inconveniences usually arrive dressed as revoked privileges, confiscation of entertainment items and... movie nights.
A night where you're supposed to be enjoying a film as a group shouldn't have been such an adversity if the aforementioned individuals respected the bare minimum of being normal. On usual occasions, who you end up accompanying is maintained through a strict schedule as opposed to the much friskier notion of rolling-dices that was favored by a certain blonde (in which he always emerged victorious and was thus declared irrationally imbalanced by Veritas) â but, an unforseen lapse of management and chaos was bred.
In matters that concern you, it seemed as though even the most seamless co-operations failed to reach a simple consensus. So when the erudite Dr Ratio expressed eagerness to spend a ârelaxing afternoonâ with your person, it clashed quite clamorously with Aventurine's desire to have you participate in one of his many adrenaline-high games. And because of the decrease in release of dopamine that came from being a frequent observer of their arguments, you ended up suggesting this dreadful activity ; Ratio's silent perusal by your left and Aventurine's equally quiet phone browsing by your right are all that remains of the earlier fiasco.
You consider it a shame, because unbeknownst to them, you actually were plotting ways to watch this particular film. But, when at approximately fifteen minutes into the story you realized you were the only one among you three that was paying it any attention at all â you felt, quite blatantly, deflated. Surprisingly though, that was not the main source of your current misery at all, no, no ; what was causing you distress was the deplorable portion of space that they alloted to you from the couch.
At least Ratio has the habit of crossing his legs subconsciously, making your life just a miniscule easier. Unlike Aventurine whose default setting is to be attached to any patch of your skin anytime you're within his radius and when he brings that to the cauldron of being compressed between him and Ratio â it perfectly justifies why you're dancing between the provocative lines of mild annoyance and a meltdown. You'd believe they forgot about your existence altogether if not for Ratio's definitely-not-intentional shifting and the without context headpats from Aventurine.
Their treatment, although (probably) not deliberate, suggest you to be the equivalent of the pampered housecat and if one was to generously point out the expression on your face at present, that allegation would be right.
You stifle a sigh that transitions into a yawn with your only friend in this dreadful world, your plush pillow. The dialogues exchanged by the actors in the movie gradually become unintelligible as your vision morphs into a kaleidoscope of black dots and patterns. You draw your knees closer until they become parallel to your chin, musing a scenario where you lean so into the couch that it swallows your form and hurls you into a wonderland free of covetous hands or hearts. Where you could roam without eyes attached to every move you make and most importantly, where the notion of inconveniences would cease to exist.
You've seen it happen in shows a younger you indulged in and a passing thought makes you smile sardonically ; the world is so bizarre that you've effortlessly found yourself in a situation as complex as your current one but, not bizarre enough to make fantasies such as these a reality. The noises from the screen, Ratio's nonchalant page turning and the fragrance of Aventurine's cologne make your lucidity sway, until darkness cradles you close.
That night, you found yourself having a rather tender dream. In your dream, the blonde promptly busied himself in positioning you more comfortably on his lap upon feeling your slumbering head hit his shoulder. You felt succinctly amused upon the âplace the pillow under their head, moron!â that left a certain virtuoso's lips. Said virtuoso, shifted the rest of your body to be rested on his lap with a gentleness that baffled even Aventurine. Some say that dreams are manifestations of the desires that stay stagnant within the crevices of our minds. If that theory holds even a fraction of credence, then the percipience of what your subconscious desires, leaves you feeling as solemn as sated.
By the hour you gain awareness of the waking world again, there is but silence surrounding the living room. Your first blink is followed by a series of more and your sense of feeling works faster before your sense of sight, it sticks quite insistently just above your knees and atop your head. You roll a bit and realize they are in fact the hands of Ratio and Aventurine respectively, holding you away from kissing the floor and cracking your nose. As your vision gains more clarity, you notice the purple-head, supported by the palm of his left hand and the arm of the couch. You rise up and notice Aventurine mirroring Ratio's position, you conclude them both to be asleep judging by their collective inertia despite your movements.
Your eyes shift downwards towards the pillow on which you rested moments before and seeing it positioned exactly atop Aventurine's lap, confirm your suspicions that the scene you witnessed in your sleep had, in fact, happened in reality. Perhaps the universe heard your hopeless plea and bargained it with this speck of generosity.
They really didn't move an inch â but the bubbling warmth was soon pushed down by â as if I was a cat they didn't want to disturb!
being treated like a cat by two of the most cat-like characters in hsr lol
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favorite fic? of yours and in general
I don't feel like picking and choosing between my own fics so instead I wanna share some fics written by my fellow yandere writers (some of which I may have shared in similar asks in the past but idc I wanna share them again):
from @hypnoswrites:
Chrollo vs a blacklist Hunter (I really enjoy how fast and how easily Chrollo was able to handle that situation, from cleaning up the body to controlling reader)
Illumi uses a needle on reader (love the way poor reader's mind is addled in this one and how easily she disregards the violent scene due to Illumi's influence. love the ending as well, it's so chilling)
Uvogin x reader x Franklin (two big men - my greatest weaknessâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
vampire Razor (idk how to summarize this one accurately there's so much going on and I love it all so much)
apocalypse AU with Pakunoda (Paku my belovedâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
from @ddarker-dreams:
Chrollo's birthday (love me some Greedy Chrollo)
third party recognizes reader while she's out with Chrollo (poor reader tried SO hard to keep the guy away AND keep Chrollo appeasedđ)
aftermath of Chrollo's darling being kidnapped (all of the conversations that Lock's readers have with Chrollo are always great to read but this one in particular sticks out in my mind and I love it)
Feitan's darling runs away (THAT FUCKING ENDING OMG)
Scaramouche's darling distracts him (I know next to nothing about Genshin Impact but I really enjoyed this ficâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
from @cherrysha:
ABO Uvogin (this fic lives in my head rent free)
Uvo's darling has a nightmare (there's something scary about how Uvo is so violent in trying to find her and how it contrasts with how gentle he is after. the anxiety she feels from her nightmare which then turns into comfort when he has her in his arms)
reader tries to kill Hisoka (poor readerđ)
god AU with Franklin (I love love love the buildup to Franklin's true reveal in this fic. how Franklin's presence is there within the temple once reader visits, but it's only when she finally collects the proper materials that he appears for real before her. plus the addition of reader possibly being in danger if she fails at the task he's set for her. there's a lot of buildup and dread in this fic and I love it)
Meleoron x reader (this fic is just cute as hell and I need to share it)
from @after-witch:
Feitan saves reader after she's been kidnapped (I've definitely shared this one before but that isn't stopping me from sharing it again bc this fic is amazing from beginning to endâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
one night stand with Feitan (I just love the way reader and Feitan end up connecting and how reader being herself is enough to make Feitan decide that he wants to keep her)
vampire Chrollo x reader (this is another fic that has so much going on that it's hard to get all of my thoughts on it out. it's just such a fun read and I love The Lost Boys vibes)
Chrollo's patience runs out (just Bastard Chrollo at his finest)
Uvogin retrieves his darling (in these kind of fics you just KNOW that Uvo will be getting his darling after they run, but it's always a wonder as to how that happens and what Uvo's reaction will be)
from @absolute-flaming-trash:
Hisoka buys his darling a gift (using bungee gum as a LEASH omg)
Hisoka looking for his soulmate (I really liked this version of the 30 seconds soulmate auâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ it was interesting plus it offered more opportunities for reader to annoy Hisoka lol)
Chrollo and kidnapped reader (poor readerđ)
Illumi punishes reader (đłđłđł)
Mahito asking about love (anything with Mahito is generally fucked up due to him being.... himself. but this one had some moments that were kinda cute. like the description of Mahito laying on the bed reading a magazine, or the way he's described looking at reader. but all it takes is for one word and the mood feels dangerous again. also it's currently raining rn so reading this fic feels appropriate)
#fic rec#it was hard to limit myself to favorite fics#but I didn't want to list the entire masterlists of all the authors lol#if you haven't checked out these blogs please do so#:D
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" be my burden " , gender neutral reader
a/n: for the girlies who hate being a burden & hate being attached to people or for those who get up mid-breakdown because it's embarrassing.
Malleus's arms wrap around you, gently pulling you into his lap, he felt warm, soothing almost, and the overwhelming scent of pinecone and sandalwood took over your senses, almost numbing your nerves. "I'm fine", you mutter under your breath, "I should go", and despite saying so, you find your body leaning into his touch, as if it was home.
Because he was home, in this unfamiliar place you did find a home . . in Malleus, and that was something so overwhelmingly pleasant, that it made you feel almost uncomfortable . . because it just didn't feel right, the fact that someone could make you feel so loved, that suddenly nothing is too hard to bear anymore.
"You're not", he responds after awhile, a hand reaching up, to ruffle your hair, everything about him felt so gently . . something was bound to go wrong somewhere down the lines, and you don't think you could bear that, when the time comes . .
"I will be fine, I'm just overwhelmed?", you take a deep breath, and close your eyes shut, hoping to melt into his comforting touch, "It's stupid anyways . . I'm overreacting." you mumble out softly.
". . .", he pauses, he could go on and on about how being fine, and maybe getting fine, are two vastly different things, but that's something he could touch on another time, "your feelings are anything but stupid", he answers gently, shifting your weight so his forehead could touch yours, and your forced to make eye-contact.
" . . So please don't try and hide them from me.", he asks so softly, his words coated in honey, and you'd allow yourself to drown in it, if you weren't so reluctant to the idea of, "I don't want to be a burden."
The words came out before you bite your tongue and hold them back, as per usual, ". . I don't want to burden you . . especially." you whisper, and suddenly everything felt a bit lighter, it was as if you had admitted to a crime that you had carried on your back for years on end, and then it came crashing down, as the familiar feeling of dread boiled in your stomach.
"Then be my burden", he responded back with a smile, a stupid smile as if his words could erase all the troubles that plagued you. "I want to share those burdens, I want to help you . ."
"But what if . . you stop wanting those things?", you ask cautiously, "You can't waste your life on what if's my love, I need you to trust me." he responded back, "Trust that I would never stop wanting to help you and share the burden of the thoughts that hold you back.", he answered so certainly, that it felt difficult to disagree.
"I love you . . that's something no amount of what if's could take away. I could die tomorrow, but I'd die in peace knowing I loved you and was loved in return.", he gently placed a soft kiss to you lips, a peck that left your cheeks tingling, "Now . . will you tell me what's wrong?"
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