#so anytime something that is near and dear to me is called horrible

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey, I am 4 months clean of self harm, and I know it may not seem very big, but it's very huge for me. I recently read your post with Academy Au! Obanai and the reader being his favorite student and I was wondering if I can request the same au with Obanai finding out the reader self harms and helps her to get clean?

If not please ignore, and I am so sorry if I requested something you do not do

Omfg. I’m so sorry! No, it’s so big! I’m so glad that you’re okay now, darling! I will always do this for representation of the ones who have suffered. Please keep it up, darling. I am sending you all my loves!

Iguro Obanai- Sheathed Blade

Obanai always suspected something was off with the way you purposefully hid your wrists and arms from him. Even in the hottest weathers, you refused to take off your uniform jacket and he could actively see you suffering the effects of the heat. Obanai was curious on what was going on but he didn’t want to pry into your personal life

Rather, you be his favourite student or not. One that he helps with his subject Chemistry the most and he grown to truly appreciate your upbeat, sweet personality. Such respect and competence is very rare for his classes and he wants to help you graduate to the greatest of his ability

Obanai, out of pure respect for you, decided to try his best to ignore your arm-covering habits in assumption that you had some uncomfortable scars from your childhood you didn’t want to show. He could relate to that concept and view so he just went under that image without asking you

However… that would change permanently when you approached him during lunch

On the near end of the lunch hour, you knocked gently on the chemistry lab’s closed doors where Obanai examined through the big piles of tests for his three classes. The man flinched in irritation whilst Kaburamaru curled around from laying his cold scaly head on Obanai’s warm fluffy black hair. The snake’s bright red eyes glared at the door, making out your shape as Obanai followed his dear friend’s

Obanai recognises that stiletto, that hairstyle from anywhere as he slowly rises from his chair and approaches the door with a rather bland expression. That expression shifted to extreme concern when he heard your voice… not speaking. No. Crying. He practically tore the door open to meet your eyes. Your hands covering your face as you sobbed through your palm’s skin

Obanai didn’t hesitate to bring you into his classroom as he knew well he was the only teacher who would hear you out at this time with every other being pre-occupied with their own duties or others being far too cruel. Obanai was your favourite after all and you trusted him, all the leaps and bounds he took to make sure you would get a good grade in both chemistry and every other of the Academy’s subjects

He was the only adult you could turn to for help with your problem… your horrible problem

As soon as the door shut, you wrapped your arms around Obanai’s waist and cried heavily into his stomach. It felt strange, like a brick wall but you didn’t really care, you just wanted comfort as you felt immense guilt and anguish for your actions flood in. You can’t take this anymore… you need help and you knew it. You just couldn’t help yourself with your habits

Cutting

Obanai didn’t even hesitate to hug you back as his arms comfortable wrap around you, a hand climbing up your back to stroke through your hair before he spoke in a soft, comforting tone. “Dokusha… what’s wrong?”

Even from behind that surgical-like mask, you could just feel his affectionate smile for you. He felt a strange daughter-like bond to you, he wanted to protect you so anytime the students of his class tried to call you a ‘teachers’ pet’

He lashed out at those pairs of useless blood sacks with not a single thought to make sure you could continue to work in safety. You deserve respect and care, no matter what. “I-I-I-Iguro-sama… I-I need help! P-please! Help! H-help me!” You sobbed and hiccuped through your words, your poor bright eyes faint and the puffy redness cracked his heart apart

“Talk to me… I’m here”

“I-Iguro-sama… I-I need help…”

You whispered back on a helpless voice as you untangled your arms with a pained flinch and hesitantly revealed your wrists once you pulled the double-layers of your skin. Obanai’s heterochromia of turquoise and yellow widened in horror at what he saw… he should have pried into your problem sooner, how could he wait for so long?!

Cuts… so many cuts down your skin. Bleeding cuts at your arteries… the blood stained your uniform sleeves a bit… no bullies would do this. You did this… you’re harming yourself?!

Obanai didn’t dare to touch your wrists as you continued to cry helplessly. The amount of courage you had to reveal yourself to him; he was so proud and so happy that you showed him, he must help you under every circumstance as he smiles softly at you, his mask hid that gesture but his gorgeous mismatched eyes sparkled with a needed comforting warmth that crashed over you

Obanai gently took your smaller hands in his, making sure your eyes met his. Your vision was blurry and full of tears as he spoke in such a gentle voice and so carefully, as to not make you feel any more further shame in yourself. Kaburamaru hissed and slithered towards your face through a smoothed wave in the air, the snowy white serpent wanted more than anything to lick your face to comfort you

And needless to say that after this little event. Obanai did and he almost sacrificed his job to make sure you would recover, brought you to the attention of Lady Amane, spent hours talking with your parents, rearranged a therapist for you and had you stay inside his classroom for the whole day. Just so he could watch over you and protect you further

“Don’t worry, Dokusha… I will get you help, I promise you’re not alone. I will protect you but please… give me the blade you used”

[prettymorgueboy]

may i please request alucard comforting daughter! reader after a nightmare?

The way I woke up before my shift at 4 am to read this request, truly it made my day, I love Alucard with my entire heart and the Idea of him being a father has my heart melting.

[ Father! Alucard / Daughter! Reader (platonic) ]

Warning(s): None! Just lots of Alucard being a very affectionate and doting father to his child.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You the daughter Of Adrian Tepes seem to be having trouble sleeping, luckily your father is there to offer you comfort.

The wind outside of the castle slowly seeped in through the old windows, The storm left a soft chill against these old walls, The Tepes household becoming a softer scene when the sun was down. It was the soft clicks against the stone flooring as Adrien climbed the old staircase. He always did this, surely, he could hear any threats coming from a mile away, but since this child came into his life it was almost like he could never calm his soul. The Man’s cape rippled against the stairs as he stepped upon them, skipping one each time. 

Adrian was always a kind man, nothing could change that, but the softness of his plushy heart only thickened when his daughter was near, her hair he did every morning, whether it was a braid, a ponytail or loosely held with a ribbon. Should she ask for the stars he would surely find himself on the moon fishing for them one by one until she was satisfied.

The child was left on his doorstep years back, when she was a mere baby, he considered rushing her to any village nearby but could only imagine the unfairness she would go through as a lady in this time. 

‘y/n Tepes a perfect name for a perfect young lady.’ That is what he said when he tucked her into his arms and cradled her to sleep their first night together. Now nearly a handful of years later he still had her in his care, and he was blessed to call the young girl his daughter. 

He finally arrived at her door, coming to check on her to make sure she managed to rest for the night. He said to himself it was for her safety, but he knew it was to calm his own nerves. The man who had nothing finally had something and he refused to lose it once again. The quiet thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped as he heard sniffles from the other side of the door, his knuckles knocked twice before he stepped inside, seeing the young girl sit on the window seat, curled into a ball as her face was tucked between her knees.

“My little Orchid, what is the matter..” His worry dripped from his lips as he scooped the young girl into his arms, taking her seat as she was now nuzzled into his body, her clammy hands quickly clung to his cloak, her sniffles turning into tiny cries, as she hid in her father's chest.

They sat like that, for what seemed like forever, his hands rubbing her back, combing through her locks of tangled hair before a soft sigh escaped his lips as he asked once again.

“What is the matter dear? Did your dreams turn sour?” The child nodded, wiping her runny nose, her eyes now puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Adrian frowned, wishing he could protect her from even her own dreams, he lectured himself internally, knowing something like that wasn't possible.

“Can you tell me about it? Papa won't leave your side anytime soon; I promise my love.” A soft kiss was placed into his child's hair before she backed up, sitting in front of him but looking out the window, clearly still shaken up by whatever plagued her head as she slept. He was patient, leaning forward softly to take her smaller hands into his, she seemed to calm at the action as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

“Papa…you were gone, I was all alone, it was horrible… Everyone was mocking me for missing you, I had to live elsewhere, and they were so cruel they said horrible things a-and.” She paused and frowned tears slipped from her cheeks, but she had said enough for the man to wrap her back up, holding her close to him, almost as if she was a baby once again.

“Your papa will never leave your side Y/n, I swear by my lucky sword, let god strike me down If I ever manage to part ways with my sweet girl.” Y/n grabbed his hand for comfort, the young girl felt herself become hoisted into the air before being carried back to bed, placed into the messy mix of blankets and pillows that was the child's resting place.

“You are my pride and joy, The smart and sweet little orchid who will bring nothing but pride to the family's name. I will always be by your side, never fear, those nightmares are just the nasty thoughts weaseling into the cracks of your mind my dear.” She smiled softly, he tucked her into the bed, the stuffed teddy bear that was once his was now in her arms, being held with the same sort of strength as he did.

“Papa… Can you stay?” Adrian smiled softly before petting her hair, sweeping the tear-soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you think your father would be so cruel to leave his sweet girl alone after a nightmare? How dare you." The young girl giggled softly at her father's teases; he pulled the chair up next to her bed before resting his head close to where her head laid upon a pillow.

“Papa.” Alucard looked up and gave her a look as if asking her ‘what is it my dear?’. 

“Thank you for always checking in on me, it makes it easier to sleep.” She smiled before her head sunk into the pillow squishing her face as she and her father spoke softly until her eyes began to fall. 

They sat in silence, listening to the howls of wind for the time being, both of them enjoying feeling safe and at peace within each other's presence. Alucard was at peace; he could keep her safe. Y/n was calm and at ease knowing her father stayed by her side until she was dozing off, the only sounds filling the room being the softest hums from her father and the soft snores of a once again sleeping child.

“I promise to always protect you dear; you have your father's word.” He whispered to her sleeping form, standing shortly after she was surely sound asleep for the night, he made sure to tuck her back in once again, keeping her warm for the night before lighting the lantern in her room. He always thought ahead of things, making sure to ensure her comfort and safety.

“Sleep well sweet one, when the sun rises everything will be alright.” He smiled softly before walking out, both of them at ease until the sun would rise.

This is a tad short but dear god this manager position at work is kicking my ass with the little to no sleep I get. 🫶💕

[ruthlesslistener]

im super glad you love hetalia too. its been hard to find similar fans of it who arent like well you know. im honestly just super excited for it as well because it was one of my first anime and a contributing factor into why i im accepting of other people (i grew up in a more closed minded home despite being a minority myself) so always seeing it (kind of rightfully at moments w the fans) slandered and on whole dni lists always made me feel down. so im super super glad you like it too

Oh big mood. Seeing people diss it makes me feel sick to my stomach bc I feel like a lot of the time, they never even watched it, they just saw the fandom from the outside and automatically assumed that everyone in it were freaks because it was a cutesy anime that ridiculed lots of history from a pov that isn’t American-centric (which is what drew me to it, because let me tell you when you grew up hearing your dad berate you for not valuing your food or your home or the fact that he was still around bc the revolution destroyed his home, left him starved, and lead to his father drinking himself to death, you get really fuckin’ sick of how history in America is taught). 

Like, I def. understand saying the fandom was a cesspit, because let’s be real, it was, but the manga and subbed anime wasn’t nearly as bad as a lot of people claim it is. And despite the fandom being pretty...Like That, it was also the first place where I met a lot of people who were either openly gay or accepting of people being gay, so it helped me come to terms with being queer and quirky, as well as being the first comedy that I saw that was either blatantly unfunny or made me feel sick. I also really liked how even if it has problems, the nations overall are representatives of their people instead of their governments. Because hello, I grew up in a purely Iranian community (my mom’s white, but she broke off with the rest of my family a while ago, so I don’t know them very well at all), and all I ever heard was how fucked up and evil Iran’s government is and how that must mean all Iranians are fucked up and evil too. And I feel like a lot of people who are against it are people who are big on that point of view as well, where the government is representative of the people and so on and so forth. Despite the source material, you know, refuting that a lot. It’s one of those pieces of media that looks annoying and weird and attracts the kinds of people who are annoying and weird (mostly autistic and adhd people, let’s be honest), so that means its automatically Bad and Problematic despite specifically trying to diss all the things they’re bitching about.

But I feel like I also had a good relationship with it because the few friends I had who were also into it were minorities, and the ones who were briefly into it but ended up being those obnoxious homophobic shipper girls were...still nd but probably also hidden republicans, so getting dropped by them, while confusing as hell and kind of hurtful, was probably a good thing. Anyways, point being is that a lot of the people who I see enjoying it are autistic/adhd and not american/white so I feel like that was a contributing factor of me feeling more comfortable with myself and like there was some sort of community of people out there who weren’t all these weird staring folk that were into things I didn’t understand

[wholesomemendes]

Omg congrats on 1k🥳🥳 concept- a blurb about love languages and like ur guys styles are diff lil angst pls heheheh

Author's Note: Hiiiiiii. How are you lovies? I know you probably all hate me cause I just disappeared but hopefully this will kinda make up for it for those of you who are actually still here. Fun fact never used the queue before so we'll see how that goes. Also I vaguely remember the read more thing not working that well with asks, but I don't remember what I used to do to fix that so hopefully this works. Love all of you and miss you *mwah* please interact with me so I get more motivation lol

The second the door shuts to the condo you share with your love, you can already hear his unmistakable voice call out for you, “Baby, come here! I have a surprise for you!” You roll your eyes, knowing that some insanely expensive gift was probably waiting for you around that corner. Shawn wasn’t the type to randomly spend a large portion of his money on things he didn’t need, but when it came to you, there was no limit to his spending. Anytime he saw something that reminded him of you or that he thought you’d look stunning in, he couldn’t stop himself from swiping his card. It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate the copious amount of gifts he gave you; you knew he meant well and that one of his love languages was giving gifts. However, as someone who was raised to be independent and not accept “handouts” from anyone, you found it hard to be constantly given things you didn’t work for and you didn’t believe you deserved yet. You didn’t find it fair that you weren’t at that stage in your life where you could gift Shawn something as expensive as what he gives you, but you constantly get those things from him. It wouldn’t have phased you as much if it was just for holidays, but this was an almost every other day occurrence and no matter how many times you told him not to buy things for you, he never seemed to listen.

You sighed, putting your purse on the table and making your way towards the bedroom, desperately wishing you could just relax into a warm bath after your hard day at work instead of facing whatever your loving boyfriend had in store for you. Opening the door you were met with Shawn’s smiling face, a large box with the word Gucci written in bold lettering across it. You put on a fake smile as your heart sank. This couldn’t be what you thought it was could it? “Hey,” he put the box next to him in favor of pulling you onto his lap, “How was work today?” He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and for a moment, you let yourself get pulled into the utter bliss that was Shawn Mendes.

“I won’t lie, not the greatest,” you sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Why, what happened?” he asked, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer.

“It was just insane today and my boss was in a bad mood and...I don’t know it was just bad and I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I think I have something that might cheer you up!”

“Shawn…,” you said in a mix of a whine and a stern tone, “I told you no more.”

“I know, I know,” he rushed out, placing the box in your hands, “I just want to spoil my girl. I can afford to do so and there’s no one else that deserves it more than you do.” It hurt your heart to hear him talk like that when not a single part of you felt you deserved it. You were nowhere close to where you wanted to be in your life career wise and you certainly weren’t near Shawn’s level of success. “Just open it, please?” he gave you his softest puppy dog eyes that always made you cave.

“Ok…” Opening up the box your heart stopped. There lying in the delicate paper was one of the most beautiful handbags you had ever seen; the one you had secretly been saving up for for almost a year now. You thought you had hid it from him so well, always looking at it when he wasn’t there to make sure you could still get it, and even putting together a small envelope of extra money to use towards it. This was supposed to be your first big designer purchase in honor of your huge promotion at work a little under a year ago today, but of course Shawn had to go and ruin it all for you.

Meanwhile, Shawn was oblivious to the disappointment and resentment brewing inside of you. ��Do you like it?” he asked with the biggest smile, “I noticed the tab open on your computer last week when I borrowed it for those pictures and thought you liked it!”

“Why would you do this?” you whispered, a crack forming in your voice.

“What?”

“Why would you do this?” you almost snapped at him, looking at him with tears that held mixed emotions.

“B- because I love you,” he stammered, not having prepared to have this reaction. In his head you were going to come home, see the gift, smother him in thank you kisses, and maybe, just maybe, you would make love to him for the rest of the night. Never in his wildest dreams did it end up like this.

“If you loved me you would have listened to me and not bought this, or anything for that matter!” you exclaimed as you stood up off his lap, “I’ve told you so many times I don’t want you buying anything for me but you never listen!”

“I- I’m sorry, I just thought…”

“No that’s the thing, you didn’t think! I just- god, Shawn, this was it, the one thing I was going to do for myself after all these years. I was only $100 away from my goal, I was right there! But you can’t just think with your head for one second and think about how your girlfriend who always tells you that you don’t need to buy things for her might be planning on finally achieving one of her goals of having enough money to spend it on something like this!”

If your eyes weren’t filled with tears and you weren’t so blinded by your emotions you might have been able to see Shawn’s heart visibly breaking on the bed, leaving him looking like a hurt puppy. “I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll, I’ll return the bag or or you can pay me back for it so it’s like you bought it yourself!”

“You don’t understand because you’ve never had any problems with money. It’s not the same anymore, Shawn. No matter what, all I’ll be reminded of is that you bought it first and not me.”

“What can I do? I, I swear I’ll do anything,” his voice cracked as his own tears filled his eyes.

“I don’t, I don’t know. I need to go.” You knew you were being dramatic, but after 2 years of the same thing with Shawn over and over again you had reached your breaking point.

“No please, I’ll fix this I promise,” he pleaded, standing up to face you.

You successfully avoided him so you could grab a small bag with your things, “Shawn, I need space for at least one night.”

He reached out for you this time, his large hand grabbing your arm desperately to turn you around, “Please, don’t go. I won’t buy you anything else, I swear!”

“It’s not that I just, I don’t know. I’m upset and I’m tired and my head is all over the place and…” His large hands cupped your jaw and pressed his lips hard against yours, giving you no space to pull away. The slight taste of salt from both of your tears on your lips broke your heart more than it was before. It was hard to explain why you weren’t fighting him on this kiss; it was almost as if he was kissing you so that it was easier to let you go for the night.

His lips released yours reluctantly with a sigh, “I’ll pack my things for the night. You stay here.”

“Shawn…”

“No, I was the one who messed up so I should be the one who has to leave. I still have a backpack I never unpacked from when I got back from LA last week and I can stay with my parents for however long you want. I- ,” he looked down shamefully, his hands finally dropping from your face. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you happy, but I wasn’t even thinking of what would really make you happy. Just, just tell me when you’re ready for me to come back home.”

He made his way through the bedroom, grabbing his phone, wallet, backpack and guitar before making his way through the door. Your heart cried out to go after your love, but your feet stayed planted almost in shock of everything that just happened. You were still mad at him, upset with him, and if it was possible, even more upset and mad at yourself. So as much as you wanted to run after him, you let him walk away with half your heart in his hands.

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“Mom?” you sniffled as you sat on the edge of your bed, the infamous handbag discarded next to you as if it was taunting you.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” the soft voice of your mother filled the speaker.

“I messed up,” you confessed, “I really messed up and I don’t...I don’t…”

“Take a deep breath, dear, and tell me what happened. I’m sure it can be fixed.”

“I don’t know if it can. I’m a horrible person!”

“You are not a horrible person. Now tell me exactly what happened.”

She listed carefully as a mother does while you went through moment through moment of your lash out with Shawn, up until the point where he left. “I feel terrible, Mom. This was just the one thing I had planned to do for myself and he never took into account how I would feel about this even though I constantly tell him how I feel about gift giving.”

“Sweetheart, I know you so badly want to be an independent woman and there’s nothing wrong with that. But you’re in a relationship now which means not everything you do can be independent. Think about it from his point of view: all of these things he gets you he gets out of love. He doesn’t do it because he wants you to rely on him for money, he knows you’re not with him for that and it’s probably one of the reasons he loves you so much; you treat him like a regular person. Not someone who is just a pretty face that can buy you whatever you want and get you fame. However, he is someone with money and that means he can afford these things for you. It’s not to belittle any of your accomplishments in your career or financially because we both know how supportive he is of you. It’s simply because he wants to show you he’s thinking about you and spoil you to make you happy. I know gifts aren’t one of your main love languages, but it’s definitely one of his. I bet if you had told him about this bag and how much it meant to you instead of hiding it from him, he would have never dreamed of taking it away from you. I understand your immediate frustration, but maybe think about if you’re truly upset with him about this or if you’re upset with yourself for not being able to reciprocate.”

“You’re right, Mom.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m your mother!” she let out a light hearted laugh, “But seriously, go apologize to that boy. He’s probably beating himself up over this.”

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“Are you and Dad home right now?”

“Yes, why is something wrong?”

“Can’t I just be coming over to say hello?”

“Of course you can, but I can tell by your voice that something is wrong.”

A sad smile formed on his face at the fact that even over a car speaker, his mom was still able to read him like a book. “Y/n and I got into a fight.”

“Oh no,” his mother gasped, never hearing many difficulties between the two, “What happened?”

“It’s my fault, Mom, I was being selfish,” he replied defeated, his guilty heart weighing down on him, “You know how I love to give gifts right? Well, Y/n isn’t always the biggest fan of it because she loves being independent. But I can’t help it! She’s the first person who hasn’t been overjoyed over every gift I give her and I never understand because I just want her to be happy and I know they’re things she would like so...I just don’t think! I don’t know why I can’t take a hint and just do what she wants me to do! I just want to make her happy, Mom, and feel loved and all I’ve done is annoy her and upset her!”

“Ok, before you keep going on this self-deprecated spiral, I need you to tell me what happened. And no more blaming yourself until I’ve heard everything.” So he did. And just like the conversation unfolding back at his home, his own mother listened to every word he had to say.

“From my understanding,” she began, “And I’m not saying this to try to defend you, but it sounds like she is battling some problems of her own.”

“No, you don’t understand, I wasn’t listening to her…”

“Oh will you hush! I wasn’t finished. Could you lay off the gifts and make them every once in a while? Of course. However, I believe her outburst today had something to do with some financial conflicts she is facing and maybe just an overall bad mood. You’re not perfect, obviously you need to tone down the gifts just a little bit, but you were definitely not in the full wrong here. There was no way she could have expected you to know about her intentions and plans so you can’t blame that on yourself. She definitely felt that she had to hide it from you in fear that you wouldn’t listen, which might be another issue if she believes that you aren’t willing to budge on your point of view. But you should not go beating yourself up over this! She’ll come around to her senses and you two will be fine.”

“Thank you, Mom. I hope so, I miss her already,” Shawn pouted, wishing so desperately that he was driving back home instead of away from it.

“Of course. Now I’ll make sure your room is all ready for whenever you get here and I’ll stay up to give you a big hug. How does that sound?”

“Amazing, I’ll be there in…” the sight of your name popping up on his center console broke him from his thoughts, “Wait, Mom, she’s calling me. I’ll call you back.”

“Good luck honey!”

With shaky hands, he hit answer on the phone, “Shawn?”

Even just hearing his name out of your mouth brought him comfort, “Yes? Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“No, I’m fine. I mean I’m not fine, but physically I’m fine. Anyways, I’m going to ramble so I’ll just try to say this quick before I stray too far away from what I was going to say and before I get myself even more worked up again because who knows how long…”

“Y/n,” he stopped you, knowing you would ramble on forever, “Why did you call me?”

“Please come home.” His heart nearly lept out of his chest at your words, not needing to hear anymore. “I’m so sorry, Shawn. I should never have lashed out at you and…”

“Don’t say anything else. I don’t want to do this over the phone. I love you, please don’t apologize and I’ll be home in half an hour.”

“But, Shawn…”

“I love you and I’ll see you soon.” With that he hung up the phone and sped his way back through the Toronto streets to the girl he loved most.

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The second you heard the door open you ran to launch your body into his arms, abandoning your previous post of walking holes in the floor. He gladly accepted you against him, holding you tight in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” you pleaded, new tears rimming at your eyes, “Please forgive me.”

“Shushh, we both can apologize in a second. I just want to hold you.” Shawn maneuvered the two of you back onto your bed with you in his lap, still clinging onto him for dear life. He felt your tears wetting his shirt and while it broke his heart to know you were

hurting, he hoped that being close to you for these few more moments would show that he wasn’t mad at you. After a couple minutes passed, he loosened his grasp on you, “Y/n look at me.” You did as told, revealing your tearful eyes to him. “I’m not mad at you,” he promised as he wiped your tears away, “I’m not upset with you in any way. I forgive you for whatever you feel you need to be forgiven for and I hope you can say the same with me.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for!” you protested, “You did nothing but try to show me love and make me happy and I’m so sorry I couldn’t look past my own selfish issues. Talking with my mom made me realize that the reason I have always been so apprehensive to receiving your gifts is because I’m not at the point in my career that I thought I would be and I'm letting out my resentment at myself on you. I know how wrong that is of me and I am so sorry for it. There’s nothing wrong with you expressing your love through gifts and I can’t express how sorry I am for making you believe that you were the issue.”

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry, too. I should have talked with you about this and taken into account how you didn’t respond the same way as my friends and family when I give them things and should have taken a step back. I realize my gifts are excessive and I will work to tone them back so they are more special. I love you, Y/n. Even being away from you for an hour after a fight was too much for me to bear.”

“I love you, too. I hated being away from you more than anything.” He kissed your lips passionately, transferring every emotion he had for you into that kiss. Hands caressed your body as yours held him tighter in fear of him disappearing and neither of you wanted to relive this night ever again. “Shawn?” you whispered against his lips, receiving a hum in response, “Thank you for the bag. I can’t wait to tell everyone how my loving and thoughtful boyfriend got it for me.”

“You don’t have to, I can return it.”

“Return it? This is my dream bag and the fact that you wanted to get it for me because you could tell I wanted it means a lot even though I had the absolute worst way of showing it.”

“Stop,” he kissed you again, “I don’t want you to worry about it any longer. Let me just love on you how I had planned tonight.” And while it might not have been the way Shawn had planned the night to go, he was ending it exactly how he wanted to.

[yandere-ac]

The 24th of December

Cw: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, implied murder

Ding dong, ding dong

The sounds of the island bell tune rang through the air as the clock struck 6 pm. You were out on a small stroll around the island, trying to calm your nerves as anxiety and tension festered in your stomach. Soon it was time, time for you to go home and get ready. Get ready for what? The dinner with the Nook family. Mr Tom Nook himself had invited you to celebrate toy day with him and his boys. Now this wouldn’t have been a problem a couple of months ago, you had been to their house multiple times and had eaten dinner with them as well. It wasn’t unexpected since you and Tom had an unspoken thing going on. Tom was a little old fashioned when it came to labels, he didn’t need to put any label on most of the factors in his life. His sexuality? Who cares, he's attracted to whoever he’s attracted to. His relationship to Timmy and Tommy? If they wanted to see him as a mentor then that’s fine, if they wanted to see him as a dad then that’s also fine. His relationship with you? Partners, soulmates, whatever you wanted to call it. He didn’t really care too much, he just knew what was there was real, and it very much was not just platonic. None of you had really acknowledged it, it all started as mutual admiration and trust from both sides, as any good relationship should. You watered it down to you wanting comfort and encouragement in your life, which Tom was very good at providing. But then it slowly turned into a sort of attraction, attraction that you were not ready to face. So you ignored it. But then came turkey day. You, just like toy day, were invited to eat dinner with Tom, Timmy and Tommy. And you did, and you had so much fun. The four of you ate food, watched movies, played games, and at the end of the day, after Tom put Timmy and Tommy to bed, you and him hung out together. You two just sat and talked while, admittedly, having a couple of glasses of wine. But that didn't matter, what mattered was what you said during your little chat. Tom had started talking about him and Redds past relationship. Which hadn't been new, Tom had talked about him before, mainly about how horrible he was and how he had hurt him, so this isn't exactly new territory for you. And yet, everytime you heard Tom speak about Redd, you still felt just as angry. Redd had no right treating Tom the way he did. The way he scammed poor Tom as if he was nothing more than a gullible fool, it made your blood boil. Tom deserved to be treated like the wonderful person he was, he deserved someone that loved and cared about him, someone like… You might have gotten a bit too overzealous as you told Tom what a bastard the fox was and how he deserved better. And you might have slipped up and accidentally told him something you probably shouldn't have.

You don't remember much from that evening, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of repression. You only remembered small glimpses here and there, some laughter, some crying, at one point you swore you two watched a movie. But beyond that, nothing, nothing but darkness. You had woken up that morning next to Tom, quite literally. It had seemed you two slept in the same bed, his bed. And it would appear that he might have clung onto you during the night because as you woke up, Tom had his arms wrapped around you. You had tried to get up carefully, not wanting to wake him up. But when you did so, Tom pulled you back down rather aggressively. And so, you just laid there for about 20 minutes before Tom finally got up.

Ever since Turkey day, Tom's behavior had started getting weirder and weirder. Anytime you entered the residential service he would stare at you with the same eerie smile as if he was a bear staring at an injured little rabbit. It made you increasingly more uncomfortable, the only reason you felt a little better was the fact that Isabelle was there with you. You remembered one time when you were discussing a resident that had been bothering you with Isabelle. Jacques, the blue bird that simply would not leave you alone. He’d been the cause of much of your disturbance and stress during the upcoming holidays. But during your conversation, you felt a pair of eyes practically drilling themselves into your perimeter. You looked over to Tom only to see he was, like usual, staring at you two. But his gaze seemed more out of it, almost unfocused, and yet, there seemed to be spite in his eyes. As soon as he noticed that YOU noticed him he immediately looked away for a few seconds before rising out of his seat and walking towards you and Isabelle.

"Hi Tom, how’s it going?" You greeted him, giving your construction consultant a half-baked smile. He smiled in return, face going from a slight frown into more of a tired smile. "I’m doing quite alright Y/N. I apologize for intervening but it would appear that O’hare is still bothering you?" Tom said as he gave you a pondering look. "Well... no. He hadn’t really been respectful of my boundaries or left me alone even when I and Isabelle have told him off several times." You told the tanuki, you could see his tail twitch slightly as you told him this. "Ah, I see. Well, I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Maybe it’s my time to step in then? No offense to your methods or anything Isabelle, but they don’t seem to be working. I know you don’t want me to intervene but I feel like I need to do something if it’s getting this bad." Tom said, turning to his coworker and giving her a look of sympathy. He knew Isabelle struggled with her appearance since not a lot of people took her as seriously as they should be, but he couldn’t just stand back while he watched you get harassed by this bird. Isabelle let out a small sigh and a slight frown. "I suppose you're right about that Tom. I think you would be a little bit more effective than I am." She looked back at you. "I’m sorry we let this get so out of hand Y/N." Before you could respond, Tom jumped in and said something, something that might not have meant to sound as hostile as it did, but nevertheless still did. "It’s simply unacceptable." Something about the way he said it, the way his eyes trailed off, the way his eyes narrowed. The initial phrase might not have been so bad, but the way he said it, it sent shivers up your spine, which Tom immediately reacted to. "Hmm? Are you cold Y/N? Or sick?" His eyes turned from minacious to gentle like a light switch being turned on. "N-No no! It’s fine. Just a random shiver. Don’t worry Tom." You said with a smile. A genuine smile. Even if Tom could be a little obstinate and overprotective, you knew it came from a good place. He cared for you, and you appreciated that. "Nonsense, if you’re feeling under the weather then you should go home Y/N dear." Tom insisted as he stroked your arm gently. You knew there was no fighting him once he made his mind up, guess you’re sick now.

That evening when you left the residential services you could feel Tom staring at you through his window as you left. You knew he meant well but sometimes he could be a little overwhelming. You just hoped he didn’t do anything to harsh with Jacques

You let out a deep sigh, a cloud of fog exiting your mouth as you did so. Cold air filled your lungs as you took yet another breath in. It was almost time, you should probably head home. As you walked across the shoreline of the island, on your way to your house, you felt a clump form in your stomach. You felt strange, almost uneasy. You didn’t want to say that you felt anxious about the dinner, but that was probably the closest expression that would describe how you felt. You knew it wouldn’t be a problem at first. Timmy and Tommy would be present until it was their bedtime, it was after that bedtime that you were worried about. You hadn’t been alone with Tom since Turkey day, and you were worried about what would happen once you were. But at the same time, you needed to talk to him, a talk which could not happen if anyone else was present during the conversation. Your thoughts came to a close as you neared your house. It didn’t matter if you felt weird about the whole thing, you needed to talk to him. And this might be the only chance to do so.

You took a deep breath, building yourself up to do such a simple task as knocking on a door. It was time. Ignoring all the feelings brewing up in your stomach and head you took one last breath, mist once more flowing out as you did so. And then, you knocked. It only took a couple of seconds before the door practically threw itself up to reveal two small, and very excited, tanukis.

"Y/N!...ʸ/ᴺᵎ" The two boys shouted. They were wearing matching christmas sweaters and Santa hats that were way too big for them. Timmy having a red sweater with the words naughty on it and Tommy having a green one with the words nice on it. Timmy grabbed ahold of your hand with his small paw and pulled you inside, all while Tommy enthusiastically bounced up and down. As you were pulled inside an immediate warmth embraced your body, like a thick blanket on a rainy night. Even so, a more prominent scent engulfed you, the aroma of fresh food was almost overbearing as you walked in. "Ohoho. Do my ears deceive me or is that our dear island representative?" You heard Toms voice all the way from the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile as you could practically hear the grin present on his face. Tommy let out a small giggle as he ran up to the kitchen. "Don’t know! Guess you’ll have to come see for yourself!" You took off your jacket and beanie as Timmy led you over to the couch. But rather than sitting down in it, he sat you down on the big fluffy carpet next to the chimney and the big Christmas tree. Underneath it laid almost a dozen presents, seems like the constant debt that Tom was handing out finally seemed to pay off. Dumb pun aside, you felt yourself smile as you saw the sight before you. Tommy was now pulling Tom out from the kitchen and into the living room. He was wearing a Santa hat and a red christmas sweater that said "worlds best santa". As he and Tommy walked up to you and sat down next to you and Timmy, you crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrows. "I wasn’t informed that this was going to be a sweater party. Could have warned me about that, now I just feel underdressed." Tom chuckled slightly at this as he took off his hat and tossed it to you. "Here you go. Put that on, yes yes."

For the rest of that evening, you and the nooks ate the food that Tom had cooked up, all of which was absolutely delicious. Joking around as the time passed, and you felt more and more comfortable as time went on. So much to the point where you didn’t know why you felt anxious before. Finally, at 8 pm, you all gathered once more around the Christmas tree. Timmy and Tommy started unwrapping their presents in glee, most of which were from Tom, some of them were from Isabelle and Blathers, and some of them from you. Every once in a while, you and Tom would open some presents. Timmy and Tommy had given you a drawing of you and them together, which was certainly a cute gesture. You had brought the two into a big hug after that one. The boys had given Tom a mug that said "#1 dad", which almost brought the tanuki to tears. You had given Tom a custom sweater vest, just like the one he had back in the day

And still, Tom's present was something that you hadn’t quite expected. You had picked up the box which was neatly wrapped with red wrapping paper and some yellow glittery ribbons. "Ooh, what could this be? Is it a puppy?" You joked as you smirked at Tom. He let out a small laugh. "No, not quite, but be careful when unwrapping. I do hope you enjoy it, the boys helped me pick it out." Now you were intrigued. You carefully unwrapped the box and opened its lid only to see... "oh my god..." there, in the box, laid a crown. The one you had seen in the Ables shop plenty of times, the one that you had ranted about to Tom, about how you couldn’t afford it but wanted it so badly. That crown was laying before you, in your hands. "I... I’m... I-I don’t know... what to say I-'' you looked at Tom, his eyes were full of adoration and love, pure unfiltered love. And that frightened you. "Thank you Tom. Thank you." You tried putting on a smile, but it was hard as that huge clump of anxiety started to build up again. "Oh the pleasures all mine, Y/N my dear." Tom said to you as he tilted his head and gave you a gentle smile. Timmy and Tommy had started to giggle as they looked at each other, thinking the exact same thing. Everyone in the room knew what was going on, but only one person, you, knew what was truly going on.

The gift unwrapping continued. Now it was just Timmy and Tommy left that had gifts. They kept going, tearing into the gifts like hungry predators biting into their terrified prey, like... like... you lost your train of thought as you looked over at Tom. His eyes were focused on Timmy and Tommy, carefully watching their reactions to their gifts. But ever so often, Tom would look over at you, and if your eyes ever met, he would smile at you. Maybe he did it to calm you down but it sure didn’t help, not even in the slightest.

Soon, Timmy and Tommy had successfully opened all of their presents and had now shifted to playing with any of the toys they got. But that didn’t last long as Timmy let out a huge yawn and Tommy almost slumped over. Oh no. “Well, looks like it’s time for you two to go to bed, hm?” Tom said as he moved closer to the boys, taking the two in each hand. “N... noo... we’re not...” Tommy couldn’t even finish as he was interrupted by a huge yawn. “No, you’re done. Come on now.” And so, Tom led the two small tanukis up the stairs and into their bedroom. “Goodnight.” You called out to them before returning to your own state of panic. This was it. You were gonna be completely alone with Tom.

“Now then, terribly sorry about that Y/N.” Tom said as he came down the stairs. You tried to calm down but it ultimately failed. Tom was very observant, so it didn’t take long for him to see that something was wrong. “Y/N? Are you alright dear? You look a little pale.” He said as he sat down next to you. “....Tom I.... the crown, it really wasn’t necessary.” You managed to get your first concern out. You looked down in the box once more, you just couldn’t believe he would actually give you something like that. “Tsk, Y/N please. I tell you what, it was nothing really. And when I say that I’m not just being humble. It really is nothing, I assure you. I could buy five of those for you if I wanted to. So please, don’t feel guilty.” You knew he meant to say that as a way to comfort you, but that only made you feel worse. “Y-Yes I understand that it’s not a lot to you but, for me, it’s very much a lot. I know you mean well Tom but really, I just don’t know if I can accept this. I mean, it’s just too expensi-'' Tom interrupted you as he placed a hand on your cheek. You froze up as you looked into his big blue eyes. They were so calm, so gentle, so utterly terrifying. “Trust me my darling, nothing is too expensive when it comes to you.” As he told you this, he leaned in and planted a small peck on your lips. You felt your face turn pink as he let out a chuckle, still holding onto your face. “I’m happy I got to celebrate toy day with you Y/N, my sweet sweet Y/N.” Before you could respond, you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried away. Tom carried you to his room, it would seem like he wanted to sleep together again. Which wouldn’t be so much of a problem, the man was built like a giant teddy bear. But right now, there was nothing you wanted less than to be in close contact with Tom. But it would seem like nothing was going to stop him.

As he laid you down carefully, he laid next to you and brought you in close to him, stroking your hair and nuzzling up to you. You were completely quiet, feeling like if you said something you would die on the spot.

“...Tom....” you said quietly, trying to build up the curate to ask him the question that you came here for. “Yes?” His voice was soft and smooth, like honey, and it shook your very being. “... what... what did you say to Jacque?” As soon as the question left your mouth the atmosphere turned cold. Toms eyes trailed off as all the warmth left his eyes. “... I said what needed to be said.” It had been three weeks since Jacques had mysteriously moved out of the island and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, you were certain that Tom had something to do with it. “I asked you not to go overboard...” You said, looking down and avoiding Tom's gaze, a gaze that was now fixated onto you. “He was harassing you Y/N! What was I supposed to do? Acting nice wasn’t going to work! I was simply-“ Tom cut himself off as he realised he was practically shouting. He let out a deep sigh. “I was simply protecting... what is mine...”

As he said this, he placed a kiss on your forehead. This certainly caught you off guard. “I’m sorry? What did you say?” You asked him, but he didn’t answer, at least not in the way you wanted him to. “You know, when I was a boy, toy day never felt as magical as everyone set it up to be. Me and my family didn’t have too many bells back then, so most I ever got were three broken crayons. Even then, I couldn’t enjoy it without feeling the guilt of pushing more money problems onto my parents. But now...” Tom let out yet another deep chuckle, he looked at you with hungry eyes, eyes that pierced into your soul. “Now, I’ve got all the bells in the world! I could buy anything! Anything and everything! Except for... one thing. One thing that I crave so deeply, yet, can never buy. You don’t understand how many years I have gone through, how many toy days I’ve had to endure. You don’t understand the amount of towns I’ve lived in, the amount of humans who have abandoned me! How do I know that you’re not going to leave me? Just like my previous humans, just like my parents, just like Redd!? I don’t want to lose you Y/N! I can’t lose you Y/N!” Toms outburst made you shrink down in his arms. You felt yourself start to shake slightly as he continued.

“Now, now that I finally have the resources, I’m going to MAKE SURE you never leave me Y/N. My sweet little darling.” You started to struggle in his grasp, hoping to get away from him. But it was no use, he was so much stronger than you in every single way. ”Hey now, hey now.... shhh, shhh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here, no one is ever going to harass you ever again. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Tom said as he brought you closer once more, this time he started to kiss you a bit more roughly rather than a quick peck on the lips. You knew that struggling was futile, so you simply tried to relax yourself as he enjoyed himself. Once he was done, he looked directly at you. “This toy day, I’ve made sure to get myself something special. Just for me.” What you didn’t know at the time was that he had locked all of the windows and doors. But you would soon find out in the morning.

“I love you Y/N. Maybe you don’t realise it yet. But I do. I’ll show you, soon you will see just how much I love you.”

———————

It feels so weird to say that it’s been 2 months since I last wrote for Tom Nook. Like what? What have I even been doing??? I’ve been feeling the withdrawals and I wanted to make a little Christmas special. So hope y’all enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

[thearvariblues]

A Valentine’s Day Non-Date (AKA Lambert Was Fucking Right)

Because it’s Valentine’s Day and even though I definitely don’t celebrate it, I still got this funny little idea that simply refused to go away until I write it down. So... Yeah. Enjoy the Witcher boys and their Valentine’s Day non-date!

*

“It’s just… So unfair!” Jaskier whines, downing his glass of wine and holding it out to be refilled.

“Yeah, I know. I know,” Geralt murmurs, turns the bottle upside down and frowns confusedly when only a drop falls out. “Fuck. Are we out again?”

“Looks like it,” Jaskier nods solemnly. “Ugh, it’s probably for the best. I think I’m a little drunk, Geralt.”

“No shit,” Geralt chuckles.

“You don’t understand. I’m just… I’m a very romantic person, you know?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it romantic–”

“But I am! And it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow and I’m not gonna have a date for the first time in years!”

“Good. Valentine’s Day is bullshit, anyway,” Geralt mutters. “That’s your biggest problem?”

“Is it not enough?!”

“Boo fucking hoo. Look at me. I’m single too, you know?”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Good. Because I am! I’m almost forty, I got a divorce last year, and I’m so fucking broke I can’t even get my own apartment and have to have a thirty-year-old–”

“Excuse me? I’m twenty-nine, you asshole, I’m nowhere near being a coffin dodger like you, thank you very much!”

“Yeah, whatever. When’s your birthday again? I’ll buy you a cane.”

“See? I’m single and old! I’ll spend the rest of my life all alone, die alone and then I’m gonna be eaten by my cats.”

“You don’t have a cat.”

“I will. Because I’m gonna turn into a little old cat lady!”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, because I won’t be able to afford an apartment on my own anytime soon,” Geralt laughs. “I’m just gonna keep living with a twenty-nine-year-old roommate who plays in a semi-famous local band, fucks everything that moves, steals my gaming laptop to play Sims and serenades my ass when he’s bored.”

“It’s a gorgeous ass,” Jaskier smiles dreamily. “So perfectly round and firm…”

“Oh, fuck off, Jask,” Geralt chuckles.

“You know what we should do tomorrow?” Jaskier frowns, thinking. “We should go on a non-date together!”

“Non-what?”

“Non-date! Like a date, but like… as friends. Because we are. Friends.”

“You wanna go on a date that’s not a date… On Valentine’s Day.”

“You said it was bullshit, didn’t you? So what’s a bigger fuck you to the day than going for a friendly dinner with your roommate slash friend?”

Geralt sighs, closing his eyes. The world is beginning to spin a little.

“Just for the record, if I refuse to go,” he mutters, “are you gonna spend the whole evening drinking, crying, listening to terrible pop love songs and, well, being all miserable?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Oh, whatever. I’m in.”

Geralt opens is eyes just in time to see Jaskier grinning at him.

“Are you? Oh, Geralt! I promise it’s gonna be the best non-date you’ve ever been on!”

And then Jaskier wraps his arms around Geralt and kisses him on the cheek and Geralt knows he’s just made a horrible mistake.

*

“You,” Lambert says when he finally stops laughing, “are a fucking idiot, Wolf.”

“I know,” Geralt sighs, hiding his face in his hands. “It’s a horrible idea.”

“What, to go on a date–”

“A non-date.”

“Even worse. To go on a non-date with a roommate you’ve been madly in love with for the past eight months, on a fucking Valentine’s, knowing he’s not even gonna fuck you when you get back home – because, let’s face it, getting laid is the reason why people really go to those pretentious dinners… That’s incredibly stupid even for you!”

“You’re right. I’ll just cancel it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s stupid!”

“It is, but you can’t do that to poor Jaskier, can you? And who knows, maybe you will get laid in the end.”

“That’s bullshit, Lambert,” Geralt sighs.

“Is it? I don’t know. He likes sex, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, but he’s my roommate, for fuck’s sake!” Geralt shakes his head. “What about you? How are you spending Valentine’s Day?”

“Oh, we’re gonna stay at home. Aiden’s bought a new strap and he refuses to show me, so there’s no way in hell I’m gonna wait for a whole fucking dinner.”

“Patience is a virtue, you know?” Geralt chuckles just as Lambert’s boyfriend places two cups of coffee on the coffee table in front of them. “Thanks, Aiden.”

“You’re welcome,” Aiden smiles. “And don’t listen to the asshole. He’s the one who started it. He said he bought me something special for Valentine’s Day and then he refused to tell me what it was. This is just a little revenge.”

“What did you buy?” Geralt asks, turning to Lambert.

“An engagement ring,” Lambert shrugs, smiling.

“See?” Aiden smirks. “Every time I ask him, he just thinks of another stupid thing he could give me. I’ve heard like fifty of those already, from lace lingerie to a puppy. This one’s probably the best yet, though. As if you’d ever propose, you bitch.”

He slaps Lambert on the head playfully and returns to the kitchen.

Geralt raises an eyebrow questioningly and taps his left ring finger.

Lambert smiles and nods.

For real? Geralt mouths silently.

Lambert just nods again.

“Well, fuck,” Geralt chuckles.

“Yeah, well. At least one of us is gonna get laid tonight, right?” Lambert laughs.

“What are you wearing, anyway?” Aiden asks, coming back with his own cup of coffee.

“Oh, you know, the usual. It’s not a date, remember?” Geralt shrugs.

“So, black jeans, black shirt, that wolf medallion of yours… Poor Jaskier,” Aiden nods.

“More like poor me,” Geralt sighs. “I don’t even want to know what he is going to wear…”

*

The answer is purple jeans, white shirt, a dark grey waistcoat, an excessive amount of silver rings… and dark red lipstick.

Geralt nearly faints when he sees Jaskier for the first time, and then every single time he looks at him.

Jaskier looks simply beautiful, more beautiful than Geralt has ever seen him, and Geralt simply cannot take it. It wasn’t just a stupid idea, it was a completely idiotic idea, and the only thing that keeps him from running away is the fact that he’s doing it to keep Jaskier from being sad.

He’s near oblivious to everything that happens during the dinner except the parts which directly involve Jaskier. That’s why he, when asked later, has no idea what he was even eating but can easily describe the way a stray drop of red wine stained Jaskier’s lower lip.

No matter what he tries to tell himself, it’s not a dinner between two friends – at least for him it isn’t. It’s a date. The only date he will ever have with Jaskier, probably.

And perhaps that’s the reason why, when the door of their apartment closes behind them and Jaskier smiles at him and thanks him for the dinner and says that it was the loveliest evening he’s had in months, Geralt does the one unthinkable thing he just can’t stop thinking of – he grabs the back of Jaskier neck to bring him closer and then simply kisses him.

He feels Jaskier hesitate and he’s nearly sure he’s royally fucked up just now, but then Jaskier sighs and wraps his arms around Geralt and kisses him back…

And that’s the point when Geralt stops thinking at all.

*

“Well, that was… unexpected,” Jaskier chuckles into Geralt’s hair.

“Mhm,” Geralt smiles and snuggles up closer to him. He feels light-headed, perfectly fucked out, content… happy.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Jaskier continues, his fingers drawing lazy circles on Geralt’s skin. “Melitele’s tits, it was even better than I imagined.”

That makes Geralt lift his head and look into Jaskier’s eyes.

“You imagined it?” he asks.

“You really have no idea how hot you are, do you?” Jaskier laughs. “Oh, Geralt. The serenades to your ass were no joke. I just never thought you’d be interested.”

“Interested? Jaskier, I’ve been in love with you since… Fuck,” Geralt whines and buries his head in Jaskier’s shoulder. “Forget I said that. Please, forget I said that.”

“Never,” Jaskier says, wrapping his arms around Geralt. “I love you too, you big moron.”

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed,” Jaskier murmurs as Geralt lifts his head again.

“So…” Geralt says, licking his lips. “I guess it’s safe to say the non-date didn’t go very well, did it?”

“Quite the opposite, dear heart,” Jaskier grins. “I’d say it went splendidly.”

“I thought the point of a non-date was to have a nice dinner and stay… friends.”

“But you are still my friend, Geralt. My best friend,” Jaskier smiles and runs his fingers through Geralt’s white hair. “You just happen to be my lover now, too.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna be serenading me much more often from now on?”

“Absolutely.”

Geralt chuckles, pressing his lips against Jaskier’s.

“All right. I guess I can live with that…”

[orangegreet]

Photo by ZHENYU LUO on Unsplash

On the morning the children were to arrive, Alina was up before sunrise. Genya woke her in a flurry, alerting her that a change would be made to her living arrangements.

“The room beside the nursery, dear. Yes, that is the one.” Genya said behind her, carrying the little stack of papers and drawing pencils Alina had not been able to pick up herself. Alina heaved her carpet bag into the bedroom.

The four poster bed was grand and still covered in a large white sheet to protect from dust and general disuse.

“Yes,” Genya said to herself, setting the drawing supplies on the little desk by the window and opening the pane. It took a hardy push but the window gave way with a creak of metal that made Alina’s teeth ache.

Genya smiled and turned back to her. “I think this should suit you well. Why I did not place you here in the first place—well that is neither here nor there. You will need to be near the children if they wake in the night.”

Genya inspected the fireplace, bending with a handkerchief to check the flue.

“I will send Marie in after breakfast to get the bed turned down for you and finish the dusting. Perhaps you could help her take the rug out for a beating?” Alina nodded as Genya swept past her to the door.

“We can expect the children by the afternoon, I should think. Come down for breakfast when you are done getting settled.”

Alina stood in the middle of the room. It was modest in size compared to the bedrooms she knew existed in the east wing and yet it was more grand than any previous dwelling she had called home.

Her fingers trailed over the carvings on the four poster bed. A gleaming ray of sun was illuminating the room and Alina walked to the window and breathed in the damp morning air.

The nighttime clung to the grounds where the sun could not yet reach for the cover of the trees. Something passed in her periphery and Alina turned to look beside her.

A trick of light perhaps. The room and the grounds were quite empty of any stirring creatures at this early hour.

*******

Alina stood at the end of the line of servants to receive the children as the carriage pulled down the long drive.

She aimed to keep her gaze forward but found it was impossible to keep from observing Lord Kirigan as he stood in wait.

Though his posture and expression echoed his rigid authority as head of the estate, she could not help noticing the twitching of his hands. Clenching and unclenching. The occasional tug to his dress sleeves to ensure everything was in place.

To be privy to such little signals of unease in his otherwise unshakeable demeanor was very nearly endearing to her.

His fingers picked anxiously at the skin of his thumb and then with a whip-like turn, Lord Kirigan directed his forbidding gaze on her. Accusation colored his features and she quickly looked back up the drive.

The carriage came to a halt and Alexei stepped forward to open the door and help the passengers down.

Alina watched with rapt attention as the little dark haired children stepped down onto the gravel. Both six years old and both as dark-haired as the Lord himself.

“Father!” The boy said, running and wrapping his little arms snug around the waist of Lord Kirigan.

“George,” His father said placidly, patting the boy on the back of the head.

Alina cringed at the blatant lack of reciprocated joy on his part. Then her eyes landed on the girl.

Trepidation was building inside of her gut as she knew already the little six-year-old beauty was a force of nature. Marie had thoroughly explained the personality traits of each child the week before as they hung the washing together.

“Lillian,” Lord Kirigan held out his arm, inviting the child to receive, Alina could only assume, a pat of her very own.

Lillian merely crossed her arms where she stood, “Hello, father.”

A large blond fellow followed behind her from the carriage and he removed his hat, one hand landing on the shoulder of Lillian.

“Hello again, Lord Kirigan.” The man called.

The Lord raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Helvar. Good of you to accompany the children back to Blyth Fell. It is appreciated.”

Lillian looked fondly up at the man and then with a quick hug to waist, she ran toward Genya.

The Housekeeper spared no more than a nervous glance at her employer before sinking to her knees and taking the girl into a hug.

“I did miss you, Genya.” The girl said, emphasizing the subject and throwing a glare toward her father.

“I missed you too, darling girl. Come along now, Nadia baked your favorite orange tea cakes. You can tell us everything we’ve missed during your adventures in London.”

And then the Housekeeper and Lillian were gone without a backward glance or any last minute directives to Alina. Without an introduction, even.

The servants dispersed and Alina found it horribly comical that she wasn’t sure what to do.

Genya had cleared away one child for company and now it was simply Alina watching over George while he collected rocks from the ground for throwing and climbed around the carriage bench.

Not knowing what else to do, Alina moved closer toward the boy in some symbolic act of giving privacy to the two men still facing off in the drive way.

Symbolic because they were still quite easy to overhear.

“And is my sister-in-law well, Matthias?” She heard Lord Kirigan ask.

“She is, sir. She sends her regards.”

Lord Kirigan dipped his head but did not respond. The two men watched George patting the horse.

Alina still stood off to the side, unsure if she should have followed Lillian or if they would notice her monitoring of George now and take their conversation behind closed doors.

Both men looked quite stiff. With some hesitancy, Matthias spoke, “Miss Zenik also asked me to say that she would like to see the children more. Sir. If you are amenable.”

He played with the hat in his hands and did not look at the Lord. “Around the holidays even, in London—Miss Zenik would be happy to host them.”

Alina was surprised to see anger darkening the countenance of her Lord once more.

“You may tell her that she is most welcome to visit them here at Blyth Fell anytime she wishes.”

The blond man lowered his head and sighed. “Very well, sir. I will pass along the…invitation.”

Matthias turned to leave but stopped and pulled a letter from his coat. “I almost forgot, sir. From your brother-in-law.”

Kirigan briefly glanced at the note and then nodded to Matthias, storing it in his coat.

Mr. Helvar placed his hat back on his head, tipped it in Lord Kirigan’s direction, and turned to leave.

“Goodbye George,” He called. George came down from the carriage and hugged him goodbye. Alina stepped forward to stand with him and the Lord as the carriage pulled away. Alina turned back to Lord Kirigan, hoping someone would stick around to introduce her properly to the child.

However, Lord Kirigan was already disappearing into the house.

*******

Alina spent the afternoon with George, playing games together, walking the grounds and tentatively learning how to interact.

Fortunately, young boys were relatively easy to contend with for the most part.

George had brought a pocket game into the nursery, a beautiful little wooden top which they spun on the floor while Alina asked him questions.

His likes and dislikes, his studies with the previous governess and how he spent his time in London with his aunt and uncle. His mother’s sister and brother, she learned.

He was a sweet boy, a little shy but well distracted thanks to his preoccupation with the toy on the floor.

They whiled away the hours until supper and then went downstairs to meet Genya and Lillian in the dining room.

Lillian cast an appraising look over her new governess and Alina knew better than to try to win her over in that short moment. She stayed silent but held the girl’s eye contact as if to say, ‘you are welcome to look and make your judgements, I will not stop you’.

Lord Kirigan arrived to sit with the children for dinner and Lillian finally looked away, focusing her ire toward her father instead. Alina and Genya were dismissed to the kitchens.

*******

Over dinner, Alina sat quietly absorbing the conversations at the table. Genya and Nadia carried on a lively discussion observing the ways Lillian had grown in the short couple of months away as the others asked them questions about her stay.

Most unusually, Ivan did not join them at the table. Instead he sat himself at the large kitchen hearth, pouring over several pages of a letter.

His face was mostly inscrutable in the firelight save occasional flashes of emotion which would cross his features as he read.

She watched his face scrunch in concentration, his thumb nail firmly between his teeth—it was odd to see him so focused that his scowl was not in place.

Then the next moment he was smiling. It was a small and fragile thing but it changed everything about him.

As if sensing he had publicly embarrassed himself, Ivan cast a furtive glance at the table and turned his body completely toward the fire, hiding his face from view.

Alina stared back down at her half-eaten meal.

“How did you find the young master of the house, Miss Starkova?”

It was Misha speaking next to her—she was startled to hear his voice. It was deep but still soft in the way he spoke. She could not remember hearing him string so many words together in front her before now.

“George is very sweet, isn’t he?” She said. Misha nodded and smiled to himself.

“Once he became a little more comfortable with me, he began to talk and would not stop, telling me everything he had learned in London about…well everything,” she laughed.

Alina leaned forward and put her fork down, getting excited as she continued, “He told me about something called a ‘submarine’ which is a water vessel that does not use sails or wind to move but rather navigates itself deep in the ocean.”

Misha smiled at her and shook his head and Alina realized she was becoming as boisterous as George had been.

She laughed at herself, “It was endearing really because when he began to talk about something he really liked, he quite forgot to be shy with me at all and it was wonderful to witness.”

Alina herself grew shy, unexpectedly realizing how lonely she was that a few short hours spent in the company of a talkative six-year-old had filled her cup more than anything else had done in her time at Blyth Fell.

“Lillian on the other hand…well…” Alina trailed away, picking up her fork again to absently push her food around the plate.

“Do not worry too much about Lily, Miss Starkova.” Misha gave her a brotherly pat on the shoulder and shifted his stiff leg which was outstretched on the chair beside him as usual.

He emitted a faint groan and then continued, “She has seen many women come and go from this house. All of whom were supposed to nurture her in some way. All of whom left with little more than ‘farewell’ to the child. It may take her some time but she will come around. Eventually she will see you are different.”

Alina huffed a mirthless little laugh and blushed at his observation, “I hope you are right. Though I do not blame her being skittish if so many have failed her before. I-I can understand preserving yourself to avoid a future hurt.”

Misha furrowed his brow as he looked at her. “You will not fail her, I can tell.” He gave her another gentle pat to the hand and began to get to stand, clutching his cane in his left hand.

The chair beneath his bum leg shifted and he almost fell to the floor if not for Alexei who was suddenly at his feet, catching Misha around the waist. The two young men chuckled together.

“What did you go and do that for, Mish?” The footman jested. Misha smiled broadly and allowed Alexei to pull him up by his arm and string it around his neck for support.

“To test your reflexes, obviously.” Alexei flushed and Alina smiled down at her plate, acutely aware of the private moment the two men were sharing.

“Come on then, Morozov, someone had better ensure you make it to your room without breaking your neck.”

*******

The morning after the children returned, Lord Kirigan left on a business trip. At least that is what Genya told her breakfast.

“His children just got home, could it not have waited?”

Genya did not respond, her face stubbornly neutral as she prepared a plate to take to Mr. Kostyk. “He informed the children last night over dinner. I am making you aware as they might be a little emotional today.”

She was correct in one sense. George did seem to struggle on their first day. Unable to pay attention in the lesson for asking questions about his father’s travel plans.

“Did he not tell you when he would return?” He asked.

“I did not know he would be gone until Miss Safin told me over breakfast. I’m afraid I’ve no more answers than either of you.”

“Do you know if he will be back for our birthday at the end of the month?” Hysteria was edging the boy’s tone.

Alina shook her head and tried not to match his sadness, “I’m sorry, George I do not.” She looked down at her notes. “The best thing we can do is carry on as normal as possible. Fill our days with activities so we can leave our worries to the side.”

George took a shaky breath and picked up his pencil.

Lillian said nothing.

She scowled at her papers and interrupted the lesson often. Sometimes to tell Alina that they had already learned what she was teaching. Others to correct her French pronunciation.

Or then to otherwise point out that arithmetic would be useless for her to learn as she was a girl who grow into a woman who would marry very rich and so would not need to worry about that skill in the future.

Alina regarded this as a test. That was the only reason she did not refute the issue. Choosing instead to save the lesson for a later date when she could make her point more effectively.

For however hardened Lillian appeared to be on this first day together, Alina could sense the hurt beneath her anger the same way she could sense when a rose bush was about to lose it’s blooms for the season. Instinct. Babulya would say.

Alina uttered her little healing words over both of the children that night as she put them to bed in the nursery.

Lillian had refused the proffered comfort and tucked herself in.

Despite her cold affirmation that she did not need a lullaby, Alina sang to them in the language of her babulya. The gentle song of healing from Alatyr drifting across the room.

She watched as the moonlight from the window glinted off the tears on Lillian’s little cheeks and her own chest ached at the familiar feeling.

*******

For weeks Alina carried on with lessons. Lillian fought her more and more as each day passed but Alina refused to succumb to her own emotions about it.

The worse Lillian became in her tantrums and behavior, the more impassive and gentle Alina responded, reserving her own debilitating breakdowns for when the children were well asleep and she was alone in her room with only the moonlight as witness.

It was these nights alone and crying, these nights when she had missed dinner in the servant’s dining room in order to continue caring for the children, that her loneliness threatened to overtake her.

A sort of hopelessness hung in the air around her like fog on the moor and Alina kept her head above water by singing her little songs and rereading the journals of her babulya like they were letters of comfort written to her directly.

Lord Kirigan remained stubbornly absent. Conspicuously quiet. No letters were written to the children. No word sent about his return date.

Alina fumed inside.

Around the third week of lessons, Lily’s tantrums ebbed away and the girl adopted a new tactic of simply pretending Alina did not exist.

She did not respond to direct addresses from the governess and though she read the assignments and completed her work to perfection, Lillian looked right through Alina when she spoke as if she were nothing but vapor in the air.

In an added degree of lobbed cruelty, Lillian became overly sweet to her brother to demonstrate she was entirely capable of kindness but that Alina would not be receiving any.

This was the mind game which took the most mental exercise to overcome.

Inexplicably, Alina felt that this behavior was completely reminiscent of the currently absent Lord of Blyth Fell and it made her head spin. She did not know with certainty but it simply tasted like his brand of cruelty.

She thought of Lord Kirigan often. More often than she wished to admit.

His dark hair and black eyes appeared to her each night and Alina found herself desperately grasping for anything else to hold onto that would divert her sleepless thoughts.

It was impossible to explain or even rationalize to herself outside of the obvious fact that he was completely intriguing to her.

A foul, dark man who had made a terrible, if not merciful, first impression by putting down her pony in the bog and then taunted her with her orphaned existence and then threatened the removal of her very innocent and lovely garden.

She should never think of him again. He was not worthy of it. Not for the way he had treated her and certainly not worthy given the way he neglected his children.

Why then would he not leave her thoughts alone?

Alina kicked at the covers and huffed her frustration into the darkness.

Trouble sleeping, dear?

She stilled in her bed.

The chill of the room blanketed her skin and left gooseflesh down her arms, her legs, her neck. Even the hairs in her ears turned upright, poised to catch any errant sound in the room.

She did not scream.

Of course, panic hit her differently than it did most women. It ripped the sound straight from her throat and left only her gaping mouth. A dark, silent scream frozen over her tongue.

Alina looked around the room.

Nothing was there.

The fire under the mantle had long turned to smoldering embers. Wind gusted down the chimney blew over them, fanning their faint glow into a bright orange for moments at a time.

A trick of the imagination. She decided, her breathing quick and short.

The softly feminine voice had been generated from her mind in her desire for comfort.

Born out of remembrance of a time when Alina had felt loved and cared for herself. She must have ached for it so much that she simply conjured a facsimile of the real thing.

The hour was very late after all. Nights of restless sleep were taking a toll.

She was strong, however. Alina sang her song and recited her comforts and forced her eyes to close and did not let her mind dwell on any disembodied voice or any absent Lord until finally, she fell asleep.

*******

Lord Kirigan returned late in the night on the eve of the twin’s seventh birthday.

Alina had conspired with the other servants to plan a modest picnic celebration in the newly restored garden, complete with food and sweets on the following day.

When the black carriage trundled down the drive well after the children were put to bed, Alina donned her robe and grabbed her candle.

It pained her pride to put herself in a position of asking Lord Kirigan for anything and yet Alina marched to his study and knocked on the door to insist he make an appearance at the event.

Truthfully, Alina was quite vexed before she knocked, having spent the day consoling an increasingly emotional little boy with empty assurances that even if his father missed his birthday, it did not mean he was not loved.

Lillian had required nothing of her and most unusually sat in silence in her chair, rolling her pencil between her fingers, seemingly without the energy even to continue her mind games on Alina.

The empty, quiet persona she had adopted was worse somehow. She knocked again. Harder.

Lord Kirigan appeared, bleary eyed in the doorway. “Ali—Miss Starkova?”

Alina glared at him. The single flame of her candle light illuminating both of their faces and casting strange shadows.

“We are having a birthday celebration for George and Lillian tomorrow,” she began.

He opened his mouth to interrupt but she flashed her eyes and in his surprise, he clamped his jaw shut again.

“You are expected to be there promptly at the start of the meal and stay for the duration. Should you happen to bring a gift for each child, that would be wonderful but will be considered optional given the short notice.”

“Miss Starkova—” he warned, his surprise dissolving into fury and straining his voice.

Alina did not let him get a foothold.

What right did this man have to be furious? This man who disappeared without a word for weeks and could not spare more than a few moments to simply write to his children while away.

“Gifts,” she stressed, “are optional but make no mistake, my Lord, your attendance is compulsory. Are we clear?”

Her chest was heaving with pent up rage.

Weeks of suppressing her anxieties, her sadness and her pain so she could put forward a good face for the children was all about to implode inside of her.

The seams of her very existence were becoming ripped and unraveled by this careless man who slipped in and out of being around her like a shadow.

He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into his study, slamming the door shut and pressing her against the hard wood.

His chest pressed flush with hers and Alina could scarcely breathe for the pressure or the thickness of the air or maybe because of the sudden lightheaded feeling which came over her body.

The candle had dropped to the ground and only the light from the lantern on the desk behind him gave her any relief.

It illuminated his outline and he was nothing more than a dark mass before her, breathing hot damp breaths against the exposed skin of her neck and chest.

A large calloused hand covered her cheek and Alina darted her eyes to where she knew his lips were, the sounds of his breaths guiding her more than her vision in the low light.

The pull toward him was unnatural. Beyond anything she had felt before.

It terrified her. He terrified her.

He rattled her soul till it shook and quaked in the shell of her body.

She thought this and yet she did not fight his touch, her hands betraying her as they fisted into the lapels of his coat, urging him closer.

His hands fell to the door on either side of her head, caging her in as he closed the distance and paused just shy of her lips.

Their breaths swirled together. The full thrall of their pull over the other person perfectly evident to her in that moment.

Unstoppable. Inescapable. Was he doing this to her? Or was it she doing this to him?

Alina heard a tiny whimper. It had come from her throat.

The sound caused the tiniest blink of his eyes. He came to himself. He stopped.

The mood shift was as palpable to her as if she had watched him undress and redress.

Lord Kirigan dropped his hands from the door.

He looked fearful of her. Then suspicious.

Alina opened her mouth to say something but he was already opening the door behind her, his hand gripping her waist as he shoved her back into the hall and slammed the study door shut without another word.

The sound of the lock echoed down the dark corridor and the thud of his hands hitting the wood on the other side made her jump.

With dread she realized the humiliating urge to cry was upon her and she pressed her fingers to her mouth to stifle the sob that was wrenched from her lungs.

Her tears cooled on her cheeks as she ran back to her room in the dark, her candlestick left abandoned on the floor of her Lord’s study, powerless and unfit for rescue.

[nerdygirl8203]

Old Money, New Feelings- Chapter 9

Warnings: angst, drinking, sleeping around, mentions of smut, fluff, bookstore work

Summary: Trying to escape the thought of Ransom proves difficult, especially when you work at a bookstore and Ransom’s grandfather is a famous author

Pairing: Ransom x fem!reader

For months I've kept my head in my job. Maybe money can make you happy. Even the idea of feeling something other than numbness and pain is a welcomed thought. Maybe if I have some one night stands the pleasure will make me forget about how Ransom made me feel. It never works. It isn't until one day at work when I realize just how much I'm still hurting.

"Y/N, I need you to work this Friday! It's all hands on deck!" Dawn, my boss, tells me. When I found out who was coming to do some signings for a book I immediately all but begged for the day off.

"Dawn, I can't be here. The man's grandson and I have some history!" I explain deciding to tell the truth is better than lying. I don't ever want to do something to cause the pain finding out you have been lied to causes. "I don't care if you cut off the grandson's cock! You will be here!" She says in the boss tone she only uses when your job is on the line.

Friday comes with the speed of light not giving me anytime to get myself mentally prepared. Since it's a book signing we are always supposed to be wearing better than our normal work clothes. I put on the fancies clothes I can while still not being too formal. I make sure my outfit fits my body well enough to show but not so well that I look like I'm trying too hard. I finish getting myself ready making sure I look good enough to eat.

After getting to work, and a few minutes of convincing myself to actually go into work and save my job, I walk into the bookstore I have grown to both love and hate. Today I definitely feel more hate towards the stupid building. I take a deep breath making sure to get a good whiff of the amazing book smell that I love. With that I get into work mode. My lips split into a polite but welcoming smile. I make sure it seems to reach my eyes. I keep my posture open and welcoming to everyone.

Halfway through the book signing and it's going well. I begin to think Harlem either doesn't remember me or is taking pity on me and not forcing me to talk to him.

"Y/N, I need you to go and get Mr. Thrombey a coffee with two creams and one sugar." Dawn tells me. She is calm and it can't help but flow off of her and absorbs into me. "Of course ma'am!" I say trying to sound eager.

I quickly walk to the café near our bookstore. This isn't anything new. Whenever we have guests I'm always the one to grab coffees, muffins, sandwiches, or anything else since I'm the newest hire. I wait at the counter for a fresh pot of coffee to be made for Harlan. It doesn't take me long to zone out. I'm only awoken from my daydreaming when my coworker, Molly, says my name.

"Y/n, you okay? " she asks softly and sweetly. I've always liked Molly. She works hard and I don't think there is a mean bone in the girls body.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Thank you though. I will definitely see you later.” I say before walking away. No matter how many times I've had to walk away without tipping I'm still not used to it.

I go back to Dawn with the coffee in hand. “Hey Dawn. I have his coffee.” I say and I look at her with a smile.

"Okay, go give it to him. He’s in the breakroom." she says with a smile, I never told anyone at work about my relationship, if one could even call it that,with the famed authors grandson so Dawn most likely thinks she is giving me the chance of a lifetime to meet one of my favorite authors and not that she’s actually sending me to a nightmare.

I look at her shocked. On one hand I only meet Harlan a handful of times so he most likely doesn't remember me but on the other hand there is a small chance that he does remember me and this will be very awkward however Dawn is being very kind and If I turn down this offer she will see me as ungrateful. I decide that me having a very small chance of having an awkward encounter is better than my boss thinking I'm not grateful of her kindness.

"Okay I'll bring this to him." I say and I smile weakly at her.

After I say that I will my feet to drag me to the breakroom. Once I get there I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I gently knock on the closed door, "Mr. Thrombey, I have your coffee for you." I say in my most professional voice.

"Perfect, come in!' his soft voice says through the break room door.

I walk in feeling like I'm walking into the lion's den. I keep my head down hoping he doesn't recognize me. I put his coffee down on the small table that stands before him. After I set the coffee down I decide to smile up at him. "I hope you enjoy your coffee, sir." I smile at him and I start to leave. Right when I think I made it and he forgot me I hear him say my name.

I turn to see his eyes on my face, studying me. "Are you y/n y/l/n?" he asks in a kind and soft voice and just like that my hopes are dashed. “Yes I am. It's nice to see you again sir." "How are you, dear?” he asks in a nice and soft voice that holds no malice. "I'm okay.” I say softly "You know, Ransom misses you dearly." he says. I can't help but look at him like he has three heads. How could he miss me if he is the one that cheated and broke my heart. I don't know what to say so I just nod. "I don't know what happened or what you said to him but it whipped him into shape. "He says with a slight chuckle I take his bait and I ask "what do you mean?" "well he got his life together. Now he's my apprentice and he is even writing his own book, he asked me to bring a copy of what he’s made so far with me. He saw I was coming here and hoped you would be working and willing to read it. I believe he still loves you he is coming here later. Please talk with him.” Harlan is practically begging on Ransom's behalf. How is any person supposed to say no to that?

Harlan then gives me a story that looks unfinished and short. Even so him wanting me to read it before it's even done does tug on my heartstrings even though it's probably a tactic to get his bed-buddy back.

I gently take the makeshift book in my hands. I can't help but be amazed by seeing Ransom's name under the title claiming him as the author. However what amazes me more is later when I open the book and I see a hand written note addressing me.

It reads

"Dear y/n,

Hello my dear. I know that this is probably pointless but I have to at least try to get you back not as a fuck buddy but as my girlfriend if you will have me. I know I was horrible and what I did was worse but I fell in love with you and I was scared of that. I am so sorry I hurt you because I was scared of loving you. You did not deserve The treatment I gave you. As soon as you left I realized that I messed up and that I only wanna be with you. If you set rules that we can't have sex but we can be together I'll gladly go by those rules. You make me want to be a better person.

I understand if you don't accept my apology. If I was you I would never want to see me again but I'm begging you to give me a chance to make it up to you.i tried to have sex with others to get you out of my head but it didn't work. You did something the people aren’t related to me couldn't do. You made me fall in love with you. I love you, y/n. I hope you’re read ing this and I'm not just writing to no one. Just know that if you forgive me and give me another chance I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please give me another chance my love.

I love you,

Ransom”

I can't help but be chocked up seeing his message for me. I never would have guessed Ransom to be the write a letter type. My brain screams at me for making the decision that I make. I unblock his number and I text him “ we can meet after I finish work. My shift ends at 6.” with that I turn off my phone and I get back to work like nothing unusual happened at all when in all actuality one of the most unusual things ever has happened; Ransom said he was wrong.

[the-broken-truth]

When Eliza Dimitrescu & Diedre Beneviento Meet In The Village

Broken Truth: Welcome to the 1st Official Headcanon of the 4 Protective Young Lords - This one is about Eliza and Diedre meeting in the village for some cousin things.

Enjoy, @snowflakestree

Eliza (Closing her cloak with her house crest brooch clip to make sure it says closed before she turned to face her sisters): I'm going to visit Lady Beneviento's Daughter in the village, do any of you need-

Daniela (Comes running into the room with a long blue scarf): Wait, Little Sister! Don't forget to wear this long cloth thingy!

[Eliza just stands there was Daniela wraps the scarf around her neck over her shoulders and around her neck.]

Eliza (Points at the scarf as she looks at Daniela):...Big Sister Daniela, you do know that I can handle the cold with my cloak alone, yes?

Daniela: But still! You have to keep extra warm to make sure you don't get sick, even if you can handle the cold!

Cassandra: That's right, Eliza. Be a good little sister and listen to your big sisters!

Bela (Calmer than her other sisters): I agree with them, you should wear that scarf, Eliza.

Eliza (Exhales): Very well, sisters; I shall wear the scarf. Thank you all for caring for me... (Looked off to the side in hopes to hide the blush creeping on her face)

Cassandra (Floats over to Eliza and moves her face to face the others): Haha! Girls, would you look at her face?! She's blushing and embarrassed! Isn't that adorable?!

[Eliza tries to hide her blush by nuzzling into her scarf.]

Daniela (Chuckling): Oops, I think we broke her, sisters!

Bela (Exhales and gives herself a facepalm): Daniela. Cassandra. Stop embarrassing our little sister.

Alcina (Walks into the room with a small pouch in her hand): Now, now, daughters. Please do not make my youngest melt into the floor.

[Alcina walks over to Eliza just as Cassandra removes herself from her baby sister's form and handed the small pouch into her hand.]

Eliza (Looks at the pouch in confusion): What is this, Mother?

Alcina: Surely you don't think I would let you go into the village without a bit of spending money, do you?

Eliza (Looks into the pouch): Mother...there is over 2000 Lei in this bag.

Alcina (Pats Eliza's head): Most certainly. Please, do tell your cousin that I said hello.

[Eliza gives her mother and sisters a light bow before she opened the castle door and went on her way to the village to meet up with Diedre Beneviento.]

[In the Village - Eliza walked down the rocky frozen path that led into the village as her green eyes narrowed at all of the stupid man-things that lazed around or reeked of booze; this made her nose scrunch up.]

Eliza (Thinking): 'Disgusting Man-Things. Do not touch my sisters. Do not touch my mother. I'll turn in their flesh wine if they so much as utter disrespect the name of House Dimitrescu.'

[Just as she stopped in the center of the village - she heard a familiar voice call out to her. She turned to see her younger female cousin - Diedre Beneviento - running in her direction with...wait...]

Eliza (Thinking): 'Isn't that Aunt Donna's Veil and...Angie?'

Diedre (Reaching Eliza with Angie and Donna's Veil in her hands): Good Morning, cousin! I'm glad you came to meet me.

Eliza: A Dimitrescu always keeps her word, Diedre. Speaking of which, why do you have your mother's veil and Angie?

Diedre (Smiling widely as she lifts the veil in front of her cousin's face): My Mother's been crying because of horrible things the villagers have been saying about her, I haven't heard it before. I'm going to wear Mother's veil and pretend to be her! (Places the veil over her head and places Angie in her arms just as her mother does) Now, let's see what she's been going through after all this time.

[The 2 Heiresses began walking around the village to make the purchases Diedre told Eliza about before the masquerade began - all the time, the moment someone's eyes rested on the veiled woman horrible rants were being thrown at her.

Random Woman (1): Go back to your forest, witch!

Random Man (1): That veil doesn't hide how ugly you are, freak!

Random Woman (2): Take your creepy ass and your fucked-up doll back the shadows so we don't have to see your asses!

Angie: Who do you think you're calling 'creepy'?! Donna is an absolutely stunning woman, are you blind or something?!

Random Man (2): She's a disgusting freak that doesn't deserve to live! The sooner she dies, the better it will be for us all, the same with that tall bitch in the castle and that moronic freak from the reservoir!

Eliza (Death Glares at Random Man 2): What the hell did you say about my mother, you disgusting man-thing?

Diedre: I think I've heard enough...(Pulls the veil from her head and looks at the confused people with black dead eyes) I've heard all of the negative things about my mother and I shall not accept this! Meaning: Every last one of you has forfeited your life and rights and privilege to live...Now...(Lifts her right hand - everyone watches in horror as long red strings come from the tips of her fingers) It's time for a show!

[Diedre thrust her hand forward and the strings shot out fasters that arrows from their bow and nailed all 4 of the rude villagers in the centers of their necks, making them gasp and fall to their knees as their air began very thin.]

Diedre (Places Angie on her shoulder before she released the strings from her other hand): Now...which of my new puppets should I make an example of.

Eliza (Walks slowly to Random Man 2): One moment, cousin. Let me have this one. He had the nerve to disrespect the Dragon of Dimitrescu and that shall not be allowed.

Diedre (Smirks): As you wish, dear cousin.

[The string from the man's neck was removed and he felt his control return but before he could move, a horrible pain ripped through his chest from his back forward before he was lifted off the ground and to his feet felt something grasp his heart.]

Eliza (Leans near the man's ear): A rat...shall not disrespect the dragon.

*RIP*

[The man's eyes widened and rolled to the back of his head before he fell to the ground with a large gaping hole in his back.]

Eliza (Looks at the heart in her hand before she takes a bite out of the muscle as if it were fruit before spitting it out and dropping it back on the dead bottom.]

Eliza (Takes a cloth out of her pocket and wiped her mouth): That was completely disgusting! Way too bitter. There's no way in hell I would use his blood in my mother's wine.

Diedre (Pouts): Oh, I'm sorry he wasn't to your taste, Eliza. Now (Looks at the other captives) I think I know which puppet to break in.

[Diedre's other hand reached out to Random Woman 2 - causing the strings to connect to the top of her head, the back of her hands, and the back of her calves. The woman's eyes widened as she was lifted off the ground and the others watched in horror but were unable to speak.]

Diedre (Smiles up at the strung-up woman with a sickening smile before looking at the two on the ground before lifting them to their feet by their necks): Now, pay close attention, little mice. (Looks at the strung-up woman again.) First, let's fix that arm for having the nerve to point at me.

[The strings attached to her arms began to turn, twisting her arms until the joints stopped them but the strings forced them...and broke them completely. The woman screamed and the others shivered but Diedre didn't stop - next were her legs, shattering the knees to keep her from walking. The woman screamed again before she was dropped to the ground, leaving her alive but broken...)

Diedre (Looked down at the other two before glaring at them): That was an example - never mess with the Puppeteer's Mother...or I shall break every last one of your bones.

[With that, she released her binds - the moment their control returned to their bodies, they gathered their broken friend and got the hell out of there.]

Eliza (Looks at Diedre): Well done, Diedre.

Diedre (Smiles): Anytime, now, let's get going back to our shopping.

[The two cousins smile and walk back into the village, leaving the dead man-thing in the streets; not even staying to watch a crow flying down and picked up the bitten heart and flying away.]

Broken Truth: Next Time - When Sebastian Moreau and Kaleb Heisenberg meet in the village.

[slyther-bi]

I finished it yay! Probably not the best but whatever, I kept losing focus when writing this. Tho I'm glad I finished it regardless, enjoy.

@avalonmoonshinesstuff

also it's a few minutes after 12 so happy late birthday @snapewrld

Red, that was all Lily saw when James spoke. Everything happened so fast you'd have missed it if you blinked.

No one noticed Lily raise her arm and form a fist in the midst of James attempting to ask her out and no one noticed the clear look of seething anger in her eye. It was only after Lily's fist had collided with James's face along with hearing a horrible cracking noise did they notice how angry Lily was.

Yet for some reason James nor his other friends seemed to understand why she did what she did. They all stood there in shock as James stumbled to the ground while holding his nose. There was blood running down his face and he was confused on what just happened.

"What the hell?! What was that for!!?" James shouted out as he stood up. Lily glared at him and was ready to deliver another punch "Are you kidding me?! You're seriously asking me why the bloody hell I punched you! Are you that fucking ignorant!!" She shouted out, it took everything in her power and will not to kill James right then and there.

"Listen to me Potter, I want you to stay the bloody hell away from me and from Severus. The same goes for your pathetic friends, I want nothing to do with any of you arrogant pricks" Lily stated and stormed off. She needed to go to a quiet place and calm down before she did something irrational.

As she was thinking about where to go she didn't notice the person she bumped into. 'Great...' she thought, she let out a snarl and was ready to say something but was stunned into silence when she realized who it was she bumped into. "Oh...Severus" She spoke softly her anger seeming to fade at the sight of her best friend. Severus gave her a smile "Hi Lils, have you got your heads in the clouds again?" He asked which caused Lily to laugh.

She smiled "Yeah, yeah I do. Sorry about bumping into you" Severus let out a soft chuckle "It's alright, I'm heading to the library do you wanna come along?" Lily nodded and together the two made their way to the library.

Once at the library the pair sat somewhere near the back. "Hey Lils, is everything alright? you seemed annoyed when we ran into eachother earlier?" Severus asked with deep concern. For some reason he felt like he had done something wrong but wasn't sure what. Lily let out a sigh and rested her head on the table "No everything is not alright, Potter and his stupid friends pissed me off. Potter tried to blackmail me, he said if I go out with that he'll leave you alone and I felt so goddamn sick hearing him say that" She explained and tears began to form, it was still hard for her to believe that that had actually happened.

"He kept talking most of it was insulting stuff about you and somewhere along the way I ended up punching him in the face. Everything he said pissed me off so much, I'm almost certain I broke his nose." She added and let out a forced chuckle. Severus pulled her into a hug and she clung to him for dear life "Don't worry Lily, they'll get what's coming to them" He spoke.

After several minutes they both pulled away and where soon interrupted by Professor McGonagall. "Sorry to disturb you kids but Miss Evans the headmaster wishes to see you right away" She stated sternly, Lily looked over at Severus who gave her a reassuring smile. She looked back at McGonagall and nodded before standing up and following her to Dumbledore's office.

When they have arrived she was greeted by Dumbledore and she was also greeted by James Potter. Seeing him there made her blood boil and she felt like tackling him to ground and punch him or to just simply hex him. Tho instead she took a deep breath and sat in the other empty chair in front of his desk.

"Headmaster you wanted to see me" Lily said as calmly as she could.

"Ah yes miss Evans, I have something to discuss with you along with Mister Potter here. It has come to my attention that you miss Evans punched mister Potter which resulted in him having a broken nose. Would you care to explain why that is?"

Lily clenched at the hem of her skirt and forced herself to smile "Well Headmaster, I did what I did because Potter here decided to try and blackmail me by using the safety of my best friend Severus Snape. Someone who he seems to go after a lot, I would have simply said no but it's seems that Potter only hears what he wants to hear because he keeps coming back to ruin my day as well as ruin the day of my best friend and everyone else in this school along with his friends" She stated through gritted teeth 'I hope to Merlin this is over soon or else I'm going to explode' she thought to herself 'Don't worry Lils, soon the Headmaster will punish Potter and all will be well' she added and waited patiently for Dumbledore's response.

It felt like hours before Dumbledore spoke again "Well, well this is very problematic but I must say that there were other ways to solve the issues miss Evans instead of using physical violence" He stated calmly like always. Lily frowned, she'll admit she could have done something other then to punch Potter but she was too blinded by anger that she didn't think rationally at the moment.

"You're right headmaster and I apologize" Lily spoke and looked down at her lap. Dumbledore nodded "Good, now for your punishment, miss Evans you are to have detention with Mister Filch for a month" He explained which caused Lily to gasp, she opened her mouth to argue but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her.

Lily looked back down at lap and waited for Dumbledore to continue. "Mister Potter you will also receive detention but with Professor Slughorn for two weeks" He stated "And 50 house points will be taken from both of you" He added. Once Dumbledore spoke those words Lily quickly stood up which resulted in knocking back her chair.

"I'M SORRY WHAT?! WHY DO I GET DETENTION WITH MISTER FILCH AND POTTER GETS PROFESSOR SLUGHORN!? THIS ISN'T EVEN A PUNISHMENT FOR HIM!!! SLUGHORN ISN'T EVEN A COMPETENT TEACHER!!!! IF YOU AREN'T USEFUL OR RICH HE DOESN'T SPARE A SECOND GLANCE AT YOU!! POTTER HERE ATTEMPTED TO BLACKMAIL ME INTO A DATE WITH HIM AND HE SIMOLY GETS DETENTION WITH SLUGHORN WHO DOESN'T DO CRAP! OH BUT BECAUSE I PUNCH POTTER IN ORDER TO PROTECT MYSELF I GET DETENTION WITH MISTER FILCH, SOMEONE WHO ADORES GIVING OUT PUNISHMENTS!!!" Lily shouted out in anger, if Dumbledore wasn't the headmaster she'd have punched him the same way she punched Potter.

"BUT NOT ONLY EVER SENSE ME AND SEVERUS CAME TO THIS DAMN SCHOOL HOPING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE WONDERS OF MAGIC! POTTER AND HIS STUPID FRIENDS HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT STALK, HARASS, AND ATTACK US! WE CAN'T TAKE ONE STEP WITHOUT EITHER ONE OF THEM RUINING OUR DAY!!! AND YOU ALONG WITH EVERY OTHER ADULT IN THIS SCHOOL HAS DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT IT EXCEPT PUNISH ME AND SEVERUS WHEN ITS CLEAR WE'RE THE VICTIMS!!! WHAT KIND OF HEADMASTER ARE YOU THAT WOULD THIS TO CONTINUE!? ARE YOU BIASED OR SOMETHING!? MY GOD YOU SHOULDN'T BE OUR HEADMASTER NOR SHOULD POTTER AND HIS FRIENDS BE ALLOWED IN THIS BLOODY SCHOOL!!!!" She added. Once she was done speaking she took several breathes to calm herself down. Lily crossed her arms and glared at Dumbledore who looked extremely surprised at her outburst.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Minerva giving him an intense glare of her own. "Miss Evans is correct, it seems that anytime Mister Potter and his friends break the rules you turn a blind eye to it" She explained and crossed her arms.

After several more minutes speaking, well more like arguing, did Dumbledore provide a punishment suitable for Potter and his friends. Tho sadly neither would be expelled this was enough for Lily cause atleast not if they ever tried anything again she could simply go to Professor McGonagall who for now on will handle any punishment given to the Marauders.

Lily walked down the halls feeling a little better then before. Minerva had gotten Dumbledore to lower her punishment so now she wasn't allowed to attend Hogsmeade and she'd have a week's detention with Professor Flitwick. Not only that but Potter was given detention with Mister Filch for the remainder of the school year plus he and Sirius were both removed from the quidditch team even tho it pained Minerva to do so it had to be done. Sirius, Peter, and Remus will also be given detention with Mister Filch for the rest of the year and they all will not be allowed to attend Hogsmeade ever again.

Lily couldn't help but smile "Oh I can't wait to tell Sev the good news" She said to herself. She had stopped by the library but it seems that Severus had left. Next she went to the Slytherin's room and after some threats were exchanged a roommate of Severus's told her that he hadn't returned. She let out a huff and frowned "Where on earth could that boy be?" She muttered. Lily continued her search for her best friend, after a few minutes she heard some faint shouting.

She quickly began running to the source of the shouting and saw a sight that made her blood absolutely boil. There right in front of her were the Marauders tossings hex after hex to the very person she calls her best friend, Severus. Lily quickly pulled out her wand quickly casted the expelliarmus spell to expel the Marauder's wands.

The boys in question turned around in shock, anger, and confusion only to come face to face with a very pissed off Lily. She stepped towards them wand still pointed at them "I told you to stay away from him.......I TOLD YOU IGNORANT AND ARROGANT BASTARDS TO STAY THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!" She shouted out and casted the knock back jinx.

The jinx hit James and she quickly casted it again while aiming for Sirius. Both Peter and Remus stood there practically frozen, well that was because when Lily casted the first knockback jinx it had given Severus enough time to grab his wand and cast the stunning spell on them both. Lily turned her attention to them both and decided not to cast the jinx on them, instead she rushed over to help Severus up off the ground.

"I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey's" She said but Severus shook his head "Don't, just take me back to the slytherin common room" Lily opened her mouth to protest but Severus held up a hand the same way Dumbledore did to stop her. "Please Lily, just listen to me, just this once" He spoke and Lily simply nodded.

The pair quickly made their way to the Slytherin common room. Once they reached the entrance Severus spoke the password and soon the common room was revealed to them both. They quickly went inside and Lily guided Severus towards the long couch. She carefully sat him down "Sev are you sure you shouldn't go see Madam Pomfrey?" She asked in concern. Severus simply shock his head "I'm sure, Lily I need you walk up the stairs leading to the boys dorm, the seventh door is my room. When you reach it ask for Rosier, he has blonde hair, just tell him it's the marauders and that's it" He said softly.

Lily nodded and did what she was told, she ran up the stairs when she reached the top she began counting the rooms "One, two, three..." she mumbled to herself. Once she reached the 7th room she hastily knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened and she came face to face with the very person Severus had asked her to speak too, Evan Rosier. 'Just tell him it's the marauder's and that's it' she thought "Severus, the marauders" She spoke out and as quick as she spoke the door slammed shut.

She stood there confused and upset "Hey!" she shouted out and began banging on the door. A few minutes later the door swung open, Rosier stepped out of the room with a bag in his hand "Follow" was all he said as he made his way downstairs. Lily quickly followed him, once they reached the bottom she watched as Rosier made his way towards Severus. He knelt down in front of him and opened up the bag he had. Rosier began pulling out several potion and made Severus drink them.

Once he was done doing that he picked up the bag and exited the common room. Lily walked over to Severus "Don't worry Lils, he gave me some healing potions I made myself" He said and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"Where is he going?"

"I'm not sure but I know it's best not to question it"

[poison--ivory]

Uninviting Cataclysm (Alastor x Reader) Chapter 6

Warning: Homophobia and period typical racism

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Alastor only saw red in that moment, his mind was taken over by a barrage of constant, annoying static noise filled his ears. Throbbing pain from his temple irritated him to no end, clutching at the spot to soothe the already splitting headache. Alastor couldn’t stop the numerous tremors exploding from his body, getting hit on the head by that bastard really set him into a state of shock, but quickly switched around into a state of fury. At this point he’ll be arriving at the party with grey hairs and crows feet.

    Struggling to stand up Alastor grasped at the wooden wall to catch himself from dropping to the hard floor. The only problem he had was seeing straight, getting hit on the temple would do that and he should know he did it to a lot of past victims before. They always had that far away look in their eyes whenever he struck them upside the head.

    His current prey at the moment bewildered him, taking her only a minute for her to grab one of his spare knives and luckily for him the dumb dora grabbed the blade instead and swung at him with the handle. No matter how idiotic it sounded it did bid her enough time to run up the stairs to the main house. She wouldn’t get far, he knew that much, since he figured that if she was skittish enough to only hit him with the handle she would try to hide instead of escaping. Alastor regained his composure promptly, with a slight provoked twitch of the eye, he leisurely strolled up the stairs taking notice of the front door. The lock was still intact and the two pennies he had between the door crevice were still tucked away nicely in place. The back door wasn’t tampered with either, the same type of coins shoved into the crevices haven’t moved an inch since placed there. Strolling back into the living room he noticed the turned up rug leading up to the second floor.

     Listening he could hear the light thumps of bare feet on hardwood coming from the second floor. Why the second floor? He questioned himself. She could’ve easily ran through the kitchen and into the backyard. Where she could have ran for help, which would be rather troubling for him that a white woman running in the slums of New Orleans clearly injured. Even if his reputation was good with the community it was still a man of color word against the word of a white woman. That would be a horrible outcome, considering he still had to finish his story and he was long from it being over just yet.

     But, instead she ran upstairs to where the only means of escape are the windows. Which in her state is a pretty dumb decision. He was so far in thought that it nearly slipped his mind that his mother is still resting on that same second floor of the house. And all caution flew straight from his mind as he bolted to the staircase, tripping on the first step and skipping three or four stairs just to get to his mother’s room.

     Long strides zeroed in on his mother’s bedroom door, opening the door swiftly and the old door squealed with a lowered howl. Doing a quick once over he glanced around the whole room, making sure that he didn’t cause too much noise to wake her. The comforting noise of his mother’s snores dimmed down his delusions in his head, but something lingered in the back of his brain once more. He tried to think of why he felt so paranoid, and then it struck him, he realized she never dropped that knife downstairs. On the contrary she still had that knife equipped on her. He should have brought a weapon, but brushed it off that she probably didn’t have much strength to hold the knife with her dominant hand. Now that he thought of it she was probably one of those people who can’t function right, without thinking about the situation as it’s happening. A loud and harsh thump from behind him caught him off guard, and he briskly turned around to search the room, eyes falling on the small frame crawling from under the bed. Her body trying to stand upright, but before she could pull the rest of her body out from under his mother’s bed, he grabbed her shoulder, his hold tight enough that she yelped in pain and dragged her out the room. Her cries of help fell on faint ears, but he couldn’t risk his mother waking up to her constant whining and so he threw the rest of her body out the door swiftly closing it behind him.

          “Leave. . .me alo-” A proper slamming of her head against the hallway table cut the rest of her screaming to mute itself. Her body curled up and she tried her damn hardest to crawl away from me. She was in such a state of shock that it was so effortless of a job of taking the knife she still closely held to her chest. He contemplated on killing her right then and there, nevertheless he decided on the ladder.

         “Now, miss your death would’ve been fast, but now I want to take my time with you.” He grinned, yanking her head to an angle that looked rather uncomfortable. “Hitting me on the head was one thing and I could’ve let it slide, however you fucked with my mama. She needs her sleep ya know, so it was very unkind of you to intrude on an old woman making all that unnecessary noise.” Dragging his hand on his face, pulling the skin from under his eyes to relieve some stress, but only getting more agitated. He reached for her ankle, dragging her back down the stairs and back into the basement, where he pushed her. Her back hit the stairs first, a cracking noise came with it and next was her arm, she landed on it when trying to catch herself. It bent at a weird angle and she screeched in agony, but nobody besides him would hear her. The neighbors at this time are usually outside singing, dancing or eating together which would be helpful in her case if she just ran outside like a sensible person in harm's way.

      She hit the bottom with a resounding thump, her body laying stiff at the end of the staircase. He knew that he would be terribly late to the party, which is something he would not be attending if it wasn’t for one particular person. His precious little dame, who’s been waiting for him to arrive over an hour ago. He figured he could have waited until next week to snuff the life of the “up and coming” song bird, but she just had to keep pushing his buttons. Her flirting was horrendous and her constant touching, on which he has to correct her on every time he’s near. But, now here he is dragging her unconscious body back to the slab of hard cement and pushing her dainty frame on the table, strapping her in tighter than earlier. The skin constricting with the restraints left them redden and will later bruise from all the thrashing she loves to do. By the time he was done with her straps, he noticed that she was still unconscious and from the look of it she wasn’t going to come out of it anytime soon.

      You know he could’ve left right then and there and he could be having a swell time at the party, but he just couldn’t risk the matter of her escaping again. She was far too close to his mother and he didn’t want to take that risk her health or life because his prey slipped from between his fingers. With that aim in order he decided to stay until she woke up and when she did rise from her wake, he was going to give her hell.

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           “Al, can you hear me.” A small voice interrupts his train of thought from all the irritating events that took place tonight. “Did you hear me, Ally.”

    He masked his twitching eye with his signature, charming grin, but behind that masked smile he hated that nickname, ever since the school boys heard his mother use it. They called him a faggot and grinded his face into the concrete, he could still feel their filthy hands clutching his skin, leaving visible bruises the next day. His father wasn’t much better either, the day he saw those kids beating on him he took him hunting. Those seven days of hunting were just his father’s excuse to get him alone without his mom there. His father would hit him for missing a shot, gutting a fish wrong or for leaving his shoes inside the tent.

   A few too many kicks and slaps to the back of the head steered into a direction he regretted. His vision turned red on the third slap that day and what drove him to giving a square hit to his old man’s chin. His father stumbled, dazing off at the sky for a few seconds, before sluggishly dropping his head, his cold and empty eyes trained on his small frame. Following, soon after was a constant session of air trying to escape his throat and taking deep breaths before his esophagus closed up again. It took him over a full minute and half to pry off his father’s hand, afterward they went home, father coaching him not to say a damn thing to his mama.

   Groaning he sat straight upright,“I would like it if you didn’t call me that, dear.” a slight tone of annoyance very subtle in his voice. “What were you saying again, love.”

        “I was just thinking since you already met my family. Can I please meet your mother?” Big doe eyes peered up at him in the moonlight dimmed room.

   Meeting his mom was something he always thought about, but he keeps imaging her going into the basement or finding some of the bloody jars of organs in the downstairs freezer. But, he knows how to guilt trip, manipulate and lead her down the path that he wants that’s how he got her to stay with only him. He could easily handle (Y/n), she was very obeying even if she was a little hard headed and little too carefree for his taste.

   Her big eyes curiously gazed up at my face, and a quick flash of her face flickered in his mind caved in and mashed like a bowl of ground beef. He didn’t know why, but he thought of killing her in that moment, getting her out of his hair and not having to worry about a curious dame. But, he wanted to ride this out long enough to see where this ended, even if he does end up killing her later in life. At least he was the one to kill this young barecat before anyone else could even think of it.

        “Right now might not be a great time, she’s has a rather weak immune system and I can’t have her getting sick on me.” His hand ran through her tousled hair and gently caressed her cheek, his body heating up with the thought of her blood smearing these bed sheets. “Sorry, love.”

        “Well, if that's the case can I talk to her on the phone. This way I won’t get her sick and I get the chance to talk to your mama.” A sleepy smile graced her lips and heavy eyelids threaten to close any minute now. He could have said no, but why not this way he didn’t have to die of embarrassment from his mother showing her any unnecessary photos lying around. “So, can I baby?” At least she changed that annoying pet name.

        “Oh, fine.” An exasperated sigh left his body and gave a playful glare down at her. “But,only if I get a kiss first.”

  (Y/n) leisurely sat up and climbed in my lap, entangling our legs while at it. She softly puckered her lips and lightly pecked his cheek, lying her head on his chest soon after.

       “Tired, my dear.”

        “Mhmm.”

     He already knew the answer to that question, she won’t say it out loud, but he knew that she was feeling intense pain ever since that small spell he placed on her.

     Every time he felt such fierce hatred or anger she would feel this unbearable pain in her chest and he knows that sounds weird for putting a spell on a young bim he loves. Yet, he loved the facial expressions on her face when she’s in great pain. It brings him so much enthusiasm to know he’s giving her this unbearable agony. He especially finds it very amusing when she tries to cover it up, like in the boiler earlier. He was in a deep thought of that dumb dora he killed and was slowly getting more pissed by the second of just thinking about her and her stupidity of failing to escape. He didn’t even realize until he looked over at her that she was clutching at her dress very tightly, moving from side to side in her seat and asking him small questions from time to time. Well, that was just another side effect from the spell, needing the attention of the spellcaster's eyes on them to feel. . . “special” in a sort of way.

    This was just a quicker way of acquiring his lovely dame all to himself, manipulating her into a thoughtless little lady soon enough.

   Smirking to himself he raked his fingers down her hair and back before repeating the process. “Well, I hope you have a very peaceful rest my dear (Y/n).” She was already asleep by the time he said this, her slowed down breathing giving her away that she was past the state of early sleep. When she awoke the following morning she would most likely forget about this whole ordeal and would be too busy in her autopilot day to day lifestyle.

        “You’ll meet mother when she deems it right to finally see you. No need to rush it, you'll both meet soon enough.”

[witchofthescions]

Ernastral's apartment was small, only two rooms. The front room, where her dinner table was set up, and the back room where her bedroom and workspace were set up. Thankfully she didn't really need a stove to prepare meals, thanks to the tools she got from the culinarian's guild. But she still needed a place to set the meals down once she was finished.

"Hey, Lenar," she said over the sizzle of cooking meat, "can ya clear the table for me?"

"Alright." With a chirp, his seeing-eye carbuncle hopped off of his shoulder and landed on the table, promptly sniffing around the assorted papers and drawing Lenar's attention to them. He gathered them all into a pile, carefully arranging them into something resembling a neat stack, and took them into the other room to leave them on her desk. She could worry about whether any were upside down or not later.

She set out two places, dishes clacking as she placed them down. The food was still steaming hot, freshly made with her own two hands. There was just something so satisfying about a home cooked meal. Even better when you got to share it with someone you cared about.

Lenar took a seat at the table, right where Ernastral predicted he'd sit. She grinned victoriously to herself, taking the seat opposite him. Her chair scraped over the ground, letting him know where she was. That she was right in front of him, as she should be.

"Eft steak, with some fresh chamomile tea!" She tapped the plate and the cup in turn to let Lenar know where they were.

"Ah, using the special recipe you served the sultana, are you?" Lenar sounded amused. "I'm flattered that such a renowned chef thinks I'm worthy of such a feast."

Ernastral laughed. "Aw, come on, don't sell yourself short. You and the sultana are both good friends of mine, of course I'd serve you nothin' but the best!"

Lenar laughed, much more self-consciously than her. "You're far too kind, Erna."

"Nonsense! We've been travelin' together for the better part of two years. Even got ya callin' me by an affectionate nickname." She grinned as she reached over to pet the carbuncle. "Think we've well earned the right to call each other friends."

"Two years," Lenar marveled. "It's all gone by so fast. Never would have imagined the thaumaturge I teamed up with to track down some pirates would graduate to some sort of hero."

"Never thought the quiet little arcanist I teamed up with would go on to stop a thousand year war." She gently nudged his hand.

"I can hardly take all the credit for that."

"Then share it, at least!" She offered the carbuncle a bite of her steak. It gladly nibbled at the meat. She wasn't sure if carbuncles even needed to eat, but considering how many times Lenar's mischievous little summon kept stealing her snacks it only seemed fair to let it have some. "I couldn't have gotten this far without you, and you know it. You've saved my behind so many times. Really, thank you."

Lenar fell silent, opting to pick at his meal instead of answering. But from the faint tinge of red on his cheeks, Ernastral could tell that he was flattered.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ernastral spoke up again.

"My nameday's coming up next week."

"Oh, truly? Time really does fly. Your last one was, what, right around..."

Lenar trailed off. Right around the banquet that went so horribly wrong.

"Unless Nidhogg plans on showing his ugly mug anytime soon, I don't see how things could possibly—"

"Don't jinx it," Lenar said, the corners of his mouth picking up into a smile despite himself. "You deserve a decent nameday, not another clusterfuck."

Ernastral burst out laughing at Lenar's choice of vulgarity. "Don't I know it! Still, as long as Nidhogg doesn't show up between now and the thirteenth, I'm planning on heading back to my folks'."

"Spending the day with your family," Lenar remarked. "Not a bad idea."

"You up for coming along?"

"Ah," Lenar looked surprised, "me? Truly?"

"Yeah, truly," Ernastral replied, leaning over the table and fixing him with an amused look. "It's a little outta the way, granted, since it's up near Farreach."

"So you're from the far side of Abalathia."

"Yep! What say you?"

Lenar gave this some careful consideration. "Will this involve airship travel?"

"Nah, I asked Midgardsormr if he'd be willing to fly me over there. I can ask if he'd be willing to accommodate one more—Alphinaud's coming along, too."

Lenar visibly relaxed at the assurance that there would be no airship. "That would be acceptable, as long as Midgardsormr is willing."

"Alright! I'll talk to him in the morning." Ernastral beamed at Lenar, barely able to contain her excitement. "I think you'll like my folks."

"Are they as excitable as you?" "Ha! Hardly. They're just good, honest folks making their way in the world. You know the type."

"Well, that's a relief. I don't think I'd be able to handle more of you."

"Oh, don't worry, you've just gotta contend with my four younger siblings."

Lenar nearly choked on his food. "Four?!"

"I've told you I come from a big family!"

"Yes, but..." Lenar mulled some details over in his head. "You've mentioned an older sister and brother, plus four more... there's seven of you?!"

"Yep!"

"How in the..." Lenar sat there, mouth agape. He shook it off and let out an amused huff. "My parents would be right jealous."

"Oh?"

"They had a devil of a time having me, and yet here you are with your six siblings!" Lenar laughed, indicating he was at least partially joking. "Some people have all the luck. Though I'm sure your parents barely got a lick of sleep some nights."

"According to ma, the twins were the biggest handful," Ernastral said with a laugh. "She had a toddler, a small child, and two pre-teens on top of two newborns. After baby Kyrss she decided seven was more than enough."

"I'm amazed she even had time to have another."

"To be fair, she wasn't expecting to have more than two to begin with. Then I came along and then the rest just followed one after the other."

"As I said, some people simply have all the luck."

Ernastral set her utensils down, her plate long since cleared. "You ever wanted siblings, Lenar?"

Lenar hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "At times. It was quiet around the house more often than I liked. It would have been nice to have a playmate or two."

"Yeah, I can't imagine how quiet it must be without siblings. I still remember it being quiet sometimes when it was just me, Hirsk, and Eyhil."

"It wasn't always lonely, though," Lenar said. He set his own utensils down and leaned back in his chair. "Haurchefant was the closest I came to an older brother, and Hilda was like a little sister at times."

"What about the Scions?"

"They've been like family, too." He paused for a moment. "That includes you."

Ernastral found herself grinning like a fool. Her face felt hot, but not in a bad way. "Aw, you're too kind."

"I'm only speaking the truth. You're a dear friend, if not family to me. I'm well glad we crossed paths, and even gladder that we chose to stick it out."

Ernastral felt tears springing into her eyes. She was glad Lenar couldn't see it as she wiped them away. "Yeah. I am too."

Lenar picked up his cup and held it up in a toast. "To your upcoming nameday. May we both see many more."

[sparklingichigo]

Human World Adventures

Part 4

Previously in Part 3

Satan: Sort off, but it'll be okay. You're here now^^

Beel: What-

Ichigo: Eh?

Asmo: EH?!

Ichigo: Well, I guess that's a good thing then. At least I can help to cheer you up^^

Satan: It does, much much thank you for that

Ichigo: No pro- [feels the hold getting tighter] ?? What's wrong hon?

Beel: It's fine.

Beel: Ah, the mark is fading [sees Ichigo's hickey starts to fade]

Ichigo: Well it's been days so I guess it did fade away slowly [nervous laugh]

Satan: Mark? What mark?

Ichigo: Oh it's nothing^^ well, Beel and I are getting drinks. Let's go, hon!

Beel: Yeah, let's go^^

Satan: can you get me some pineapple juice while you're at it?

Ichigo: Sure! My treat ^^

Satan: Thanks.

Once Ichigo and Beel leave, Asmo gets in and asks him about what happened.

Asmo: What was that?!

Satan: What was what?

Asmo: Are you seriously flirting with her? Of all people?

Satan: Me? Flirting? Absolutely not.

Asmo: Don't lie to me. Since when do you even like her?

Satan: I'm not! I don't like her like that, stop assuming things, Asmodeus!

Asmo: Heh, don't pull this game on me. I can smell love or lust from far away. Sure I understand your lust heightens because of her swimsuit, it even heightens Beel's, it's probably off-charts and they're probably banging but if I see you trying to steal her from Beel I won't standstill. Beel is our precious little brother, hurting him would mean you don't truly love him.

Satan: I'm not flirting with her!

Asmo: You better not. I'm watching you, Satan. [gets out of the pool] bEstIeS!! Wait for me!! [catches up with Ichigo and Beel]

Satan of course decides to just chill at the pool until he feels a presence of a suspicious sorcerer.

Solomon: I see you've taken a liking to her as well.

Satan: I'm not! Stop assuming I did!

Solomon: Hmm I see the way you look at her. It's as if you found your only one~

Satan: Tsk. Deal with your own business, Solomon!

Meanwhile, Asmo yet again witnesses the couple. Of course, he notices Beel is acting more possessive, it was quite obvious and this man isn't being subtle either.

Ichigo: Alright, so what do you want Asmo?

Asmo: Hmm, I'll just get the strawberry smoothie

Ichigo: As always huh, choosing everything pink^^

Asmo: Yeah, what about you, lil bro?

Beel: Oh, I've chosen my drink^^ I chose Melon juice

Asmo: Ooh, nice choice! What about you, darling? What did you choose?

Ichigo: Mango, as always^^

Ichigo: Oh, can you pack the pineapple one? We're taking those away [to the cashier]

Cashier: Of course^^

Ichigo: Thanks, miss!

Cashier: No problem. Are they your lovers? [randomly]

Ichigo: Uh well... [sweat drops] This one is my gay best friend and this one is my lover- ^^

Cashier: Ooh, no wonder he chose our pink drink. Here's your strawberry smoothie, sir. Melon juice for you and your mango juice, miss^^

Ichigo: Thank you. Here's the payment, have a nice day miss^^

With their drinks, they return to the pool. Suddenly they see Satan coming out of the pool looking unusually good. Ichigo blanks a bit because well damn, it's been a while since she gets such a view after Beel.

Beel: Sugar?

Ichigo: Y-yeah? ^^

Beel: You okay?

Ichigo: Absolutely! Hey Satan, here's your drink!!

Satan: Oh thanks, finally some good old pineapple juice!

Behind them, Asmo rolls his eyes in annoyance and so did Beel.

Asmo: Are you gonna do something against this?

Beel: Probably not anytime soon.

Asmo: Oh? You're unusually quiet today. Not that I'm surprised.

Beel: No one plans a murder out loud, Asmo.

Asmo: You're not killing him right?

Beel: Not literally at least.

Now back to Satan and Ichigo. The two end up talking about things. Satan told her that he succeeds in moving on which is good.

Ichigo: Well that's great then! You've finally moved on and things are going well for you, right?

Satan: It is. I probably have found my one.

Ichigo: Oh? After all this time you've finally found someone? That's great!

Satan: Yeah, I somehow find someone I truly love but unfortunately they're taken :(

Ichigo: Oh no...that's too bad :((

Satan: Yeah, it was unfortunate

Suddenly Ichigo feels Beel carrying her up causing her to squeal in shock.

Ichigo: Hon? What's wrong? Oh my goodness! My drink!

Asmo: I got you bestie- [holding her drink for her]

Ichigo: Thanks Asmo... But...Honey, where are we going?!

Beel: Somewhere.

Ichigo: Somewhere....? Oh my God! Beel no!! Can't we just wait for marriage before that!!

Beel: Oh not to worry, we're not doing that. I'm just getting you away from him.

Ichigo: What's wrong with him...?

Beel: He's suspicious.

Ichigo: Suspicious.... [glances at Satan confusedly] Is he one of the people you can't trust being around me?

Beel: Yeah, unfortunately not [finally lets Ichigo down on their bench]

Ichigo: Is it because I'm being nice to everyone?

Beel: I don't mind you being nice to everyone because you're always kind. It's just that, you need to remember that we're pure demons and sometimes... our desires can get ahead of us.

Ichigo: I see...

Beel: Being this kind and being this cute, no wonder many people want to steal you away from me [caresses her cheek]

Ichigo: You know I won't acknowledge them right? You know I only truly love you, right?

Beel: I know, but I doubt they'd give up, considering the third one happens to be Satan and he has an ace card against me.

Ichigo: Ace card?

Beel: Lucifer. He has Lucifer on his side.

Ichigo: Why would Lucifer be on his side? He knows we've been dating for almost 1 year and I'm sure he understands that Satan shouldn't steal me away from you.

Beel: I hope for that too.

Mammon: Hey you two! We're done with swimming, aren't you gonna change?

Ichigo: Oh? We're done?

Mammon: Yeah, we've been here for hours and it's almost lunch. Hurry up and change!

Ichigo: Got it!

So Ichigo changes out into her casual clothes and so did the others. Haruka of course is still confused as to why Satan is keeping a distance besides being always near her 90% of the time, now he's keeping a distance?

Haruka: Hey, Ichigo, do you have any idea why Satan keeps a distance from me?

Ichigo: I don't know. He did tell me he finally moved on though. You know how he gets when he dislikes someone or you're not that close to him.

Haruka: Ah back to Mr. ice prince huh? He's unusually friendly with you though.

Ichigo: Well, I think it's because we're friends^^

Haruka: That makes more sense. Did you bring your things? You're staying here tonight right?

Ichigo: Yeah, well I only brought pajamas dan more clothing, even toiletries. Other than that I don't see a reason I should bring one.

Haruka: True. Oh well, let's get lunch! [currently holding hands with Simeon]

Ichigo: You two seem to be happier than ever^^

Haruka: We are! He does make me happy

Simeon: Well, I'm sure you're happy with Beel as well^^

Ichigo: I am actually- [feels someone hold her from behind]

Simeon: Oh Beel! Didn't see you there^^

Ichigo: Aww hello honey^^ [pats Beel's head who's leaning on her shoulder] He's unusually clingy today, don't mind him^^

Simeon: considering your situation, I understand.

Beel: You notice as well?

Simeon: I do. Satan seems to change his target to her. I'm not sure how it happens but it just happened. I hope we're just seeing things.

Beel: I hope so too.

Suddenly they hear Michael and Lucifer calling for them.

Michael: Simeon! Come on, let's go!!

Simeon: Coming!!

Lucifer: Beel, everyone is already going! Let's go!

Beel: Right behind you! Let's go, Sugar^^

Ichigo: Yeah, let's go~

Finally, everyone has gathered to get their food. Throughout the ride, Ichigo is now in the most confusing situation in her whole life. Haruka is of course in the other car with the angels and some of the other brothers who can't fit. It was unfortunate for them to get separated but that's not why she's confused, it's because she's now between Satan and Beel.

Of course, Satan is busy with his e-book while Beel eats some kind of candy or gum to calm his hunger down. This leaves Ichigo in an awkward situation because she feels horrible tension. I'm sure you're wondering how this happens, don't you?

Diavolo: Well we have two cars because there are lots of us^^

Haruka: Wow! A van! Awesome! But how do we seat? Is there an arrangement for it?

Diavolo: I don't think there's an arrangement at least. Let's just divide the group into two. Eight people per car. Who's coming with me?

Barbatos: Of course, it goes without saying. I'll be by your side, M'lord.

Diavolo: Well we need six more.

Simeon: We'll go then. Haruka and I. Luke too!

Mammon: I'll go in your car then, Lord Diavolo!

Diavolo: We need two more, anyone else? ^^

Michael: Rosaria and Me ^^

Diavolo: Well, this leaves the others to be in Lucifer's van.

Lucifer: Hope you guys don't create chaos inside the car. I'm watching you. Especially you, Asmodeus.

Asmo: Me? Why me?

Lucifer: Who knows what you'd do in that car with Solomon. But oh well, everyone let's get in. Mammon, behave

Mammon: Of course, I will!

Now here we are back to Ichigo's awkward situation. She can feel the tension between Beel and Satan the moment she sat beside Beel then Satan joins in beside her.

Asmo: Oh wow, I feel so bad for Ichigo...

Solomon: Same... I'd never survived such an awkward situation like that.

Levi: Hey, Ichigo! Wanna borrow my switch? You seem really bored.

Ichigo: You're okay with that?

Levi: Yeah, I have my phone to game. Here^^

Ichigo: Aww thanks a lot, Levi^^

Now let's see how everything goes down in Diavolo's car. Since 90% of the members there are angels, it's all peaceful. Of course, Haruka is leaning peacefully to Simeon's shoulder as Simeon looks at the scenery.

Michael: So Diavolo, where are we going exactly?

Diavolo: Oh I'm actually thinking of going Japanese this time. What do you think of Sushi?

Michael: Ah sushi, what a coincidence! My wife loves them a lot^^

Haruka: Wait, we're getting sushi?!

Barbatos: We are^^ It's M'lord's decision to treat us sushi.

Haruka: Ooh! I love sushi!

Luke: Sushi...raw fish?

Simeon: What's wrong, Luke?

Luke: I don't know... I....just don't like it much

Rosaria: Aww not to worry, dear^^ There are sushis that are fried and some of the fish are cooked.

Luke: Ooh fried sushi sounds nice!

Haruka: They are! Especially the mentai one! Oh my God, I'm hungry now~ Simeooon what do we do~

Simeon: Just be patient okay. [pats Haruka] We're getting there soon, right?

Diavolo: We are^^ Probably around 15 minutes based on the GPS Barb set up for me

Haruka: Yay! it's been a while since I ate sushi!

Simeon: Well, today's your lucky day, little lamb^^

The same thing happens in Lucifer's car, everyone is asking where they're going to eat, considering they're following Diavolo's car.

Lucifer: Diavolo told me that he's going Japanese today, he didn't specify which food we're going for though.

Belphie: Sushi perhaps?

Asmo: Sushi? Ooh, you're quite lucky today, Belphie!

Belphie: Heh, it's been a while since I ate them despite it being my favorite food.

Ichigo: That's great then! You get to eat your favorite food

Satan: Sushi huh, quite a unique choice.

Ichigo: It's a common food in the human world. I'm sure Beel knows more since he has lots and lots of taste trips~

Beel: I do, I'm just not fond of it...

Ichigo: Oh, why so?

Beel: It's just not my taste but I'm fine with it^^

Belphie: It's actually good though. If you dislike raw fish you can get the cooked ones.

Beel: Oh yeah, I've tasted those as well. They do taste better.

Ichigo: Hey, Solomon, you're unusually quiet today~

Asmo: Sssh, he's asleep [laughs slightly]

Ichigo: Oooh, whoops- [tones down her voice]

Minutes later, they finally arrived at the sushi restaurant. Diavolo luckily already reserve the table for them so they don't need to wait in line.

Waitress: This way, sir

The waitress leads them to a VIP table with an awesome view. Everyone is impressed with the awesome view and enjoys the cool summer breeze coming from the open view.

Haruka: That is such a beautiful view!

Barbatos: M'lord does have a good taste in picking places.

Diavolo: Oh, Barb, you're just exaggerating!

Barbatos: Of course not, it was genuine.

Despite the place and the awesome view, Lucifer is now concern about Diavolo's wallet considering Beel is here and he has a big portion in eating but Diavolo, as if reading his mind calms him down.

Diavolo: It's okay, I can pay. I promise to treat you guys food so here we are^^

Lucifer: Are you sure, Diavolo?

Diavolo: Certainly, just choose what you like, I'm fine with anything.

Barbatos: Are you sure, M'lord?

Diavolo: Of course! Just choose what you like.

With that everyone chooses their sushi. Of course Haruka and Ichigo both discuss and they end up with Mentai sushi and lots and lots of other sushis. Of course, they also need to order the cooked sushi because Beel and Luke isn't that fond of raw fish.

Haruka: The tempura sushi looks good!

Luke: I think so too! Can we get that, Simeon?

Simeon: Of course, Luke!

Ichigo: Oh yeah, what about drinks?

Haruka: Perhaps settling with ocha? Since it's a sushi restaurant.

Luke: I'll settle with water...

Simeon: That's okay, Luke^^ You can have that.

With that everyone finally places their orders to the waitress. After a few minutes, the food finally arrived. There are lots of sushi but there's a catch, a certain stupid demon never learned his lesson.

Satan: What kind of crazy idea is this?

Mammon: What?

Levi: Are you seriously sipping milkshake....?

Haruka: [sigh] He'll never learn

Lucifer: Indeed.

Mammon: It's good, okay!!

Beel: I don't think that's wise....

Ichigo: Yeah... you're gonna puke again. Be careful.

Now that's not why we're here, we're here for some good ol romance. Haruka is trying to lovey-dovey with Simeon. She offers to feed Simeon but the angel rejects her.

Simeon: There's a lot of people though

Haruka: Ah...

Simeon: I'll feed you instead!

Haruka: O-oh! Okay!

Rosaria: Ah, young love~

Michael: Do you want me to do that as well?

Rosaria: Oh no no, it's fine. We're too old for this.

Michael: But I want to-

Rosaria: Just once^^

The others notice how sweet the two couples there. The singles are feeling more lonely.

Mammon: Man.... when am I gonna get a lover...

Levi: I have ruri... real people sucks.

Satan: Same, there are fictional girls from a book anyways-

Beel internally: Then why go for Ichigo??

Belphie: [chewing his sushi] ????

Ichigo: Here! The tempura sushi you ordered!

Beel: Yay! We finally got our sushi, Luke!

Luke: Finally;-; I almost finished my water.

Simeon: Don't worry, you brought your water bottle right?

Luke: Oh yeah!

Overall everyone is enjoying themselves during lunch until Ichigo feels someone staring at her. Ichigo looks back and sees Satan staring at her. Solomon and Asmo luckily come to rescue and just shields Ichigo away from him.

Solomon: Just focus on your sushi, don't mind him [turns Ichigo's head to the food]

Beel also notices this and sees what's happening. Asmo just gives him an "X" telling him not to do anything reckless. Lucky for him, Beel notices the code and decides to chew on more sushi. Ichigo really feels the tension, luckily Haruka helps her and ask for the waiter to come with a bell. Everyone's attention is back at Haruka who's ordering some sashimi for dessert.

Levi: You're ordering another one?

Haruka: Yeah^^

Mammon: I didn't notice we got a bell here-

Lucifer: That red button beside you

Mammon: Oh :o

Everyone: Mammon no!!

Too late everyone, Mammon presses the button to try it. Lucifer sigh as the waitress comes up to Mammon, asking what he needs.

Mammon: Uh... Can I see the menu?

Waitress: Of course, here you go^^

Mammon reads the menu and he seems to be too full so he ask the others if they want anything.

Beel: Are there any desserts?

Haruka: There's mochi and ice cream, which one do you want?

Beel:...

Mammon: Betting 50 Grimm for both.

Ichigo: 20 Grimm for him choosing one of them.

Lucifer: Can you not do bets in the middle of the table?!

The two of them quiet down until Satan decides to stupidly join in.

Satan: How about 30 Grimm that he chose both but with more portion.

Ichigo: That's oddly specific-

Beel: I'll take ice cream, sugar, do you want anything?

Ichigo: too full... no thanks

Beel: Well, get me one strawberry ice cream then^^

Mammon: Dang it-

Ichigo: Come on, you two~ 20 grimm~

The twins, yes Lucifer and Michael both facepalm at this. Wow, the audacity to do bets in the middle of lunch. Diavolo and Barbatos are enjoying every second of this. Rosaria just focuses on eating more sushi because it's been a while since she ate human food.

Rosaria: By the way, this is really odd-looking sushi.... What's this?

Haruka: ...who ordered that?

Levi: Don't look at me! I didn't order that!

Belphie: Me, that was supposed to be my sushi. But you can eat them if you want. It's octopus sushi ma'am, it's really good.

Rosaria: I see^^ well first time for everything

Her husband of course stares in confusion as Rosaria eats the octopus sushi with no problem.

Rosaria: You are right, Belphegor! It's really good!

Suddenly Luke asks for ice cream to Haruka causing confusion to her since Luke was this close to puke but here he is asking for ice cream.

Luke: Can I get ice cream too??

Beel: Which flavor do you want Luke? I'll order them for you.

Luke: Uh.... I don't know;-;

Ichigo: I think Vanilla works fine for you. The other flavors are too unique.

Luke: Oh! Okay then, order me the vanilla ice cream, Beel!!

Beel: Then I'll settle with the charcoal one, it seems interesting^^

Ichigo: Just don't forget to brush your teeth after^^

Beel: Of course I won't! :(

With that, the additional order finished and everyone enjoys the sashimi and their ice cream. Now it is time to go home, Ichigo instantly goes with Haruka without any of the demon brothers knowing. This causes havoc in the bus.

Lucifer: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.... Seven?!

Levi: ....Where did Ichigo go?

Beel: She told me she's going to the toilet...

Satan: Then why don't we just wait for her.

Belphie: Well yeah, no sht! We can't leave her here! Use your 200 IQ!

Suddenly Lucifer's phone starts to ring, turns out Michael is calling him. Of course, Lucifer answers him,

Lucifer: Yes?

Michael: Ichigo is in our van. She's okay, don't worry. If you can hear her at least, talking loudly as always.

Lucifer: Ah I see... she did inform me she's staying with you angels. Did she bring her stuff with her?

Michael: Oh she did, it's in Haruka's room actually.

Lucifer: I see, that's good to hear. Thanks for informing me, Michael.

As soon as Lucifer hangs up, the brothers are shocked.

Satan: Why didn't she told us?!

Lucifer: Why would she?

Beel: ...Not even me...

Lucifer: Knowing you, you'd drag her back to our mansion. No wonder.

Solomon: and bang her for running away.

Asmo: That's not what he meant!! Wait... is it?

Lucifer: [sigh] Let's just go home. It's getting late.

Suddenly Diavolo's Van comes passing by them with Luke opening the window and mocking them.

Luke: Byeeeeee!!! See yall tomorrow!!!

Mammon: Haha sucks to be you guys!!! Ichigo's here!! Hahaha!!

Lucifer: Mammooon!!!

Belphie: Wtf-

Solomon: Why?

Satan: GET BACK HERE YOU SCUM OF A DEMON!!

Beel: Ooh! Have a safe trip, you guys!!

Asmo: Can't yall just shut up? So noisy....

Levi: normies... ckckckc

As soon as Satan finishes shouting, they all stare at him confusedly.

Lucifer: Why are you...so...worked up?

Levi: You good? Period?

Satan: I'm a male-

Belphie: Okay... I'm starting to get a hint. Goodluck, twin brother [pats Beel's shoulder]

Levi: wait wait wait- are you telling me- What?! Why?!

Satan: What do you mean why?!

Lucifer: ...Oh my Lord. Just get in!

Asmo: This is gonna be a long day

Solomon: Same.... you need to be more subtle before anyone finds out anytime soon.

Levi: Watch Mammon finding out and scolding the sht out of you.

Asmo: Nah, no need to go that far. Watch his dad finds out.

Lucifer: Let's just go home.

Back at the van, Mammon and Luke somehow high-fived at their mocking towards the other brothers.

Mammon: That was fun!

Luke: Right?! You gotta see their faces!

Mammon: Heh, riling up Satan does has its perks.

Luke: Hm? I thought we're just teasing them...?

Mammon: Oh child, you'll never know.

Simeon: Luke, don't listen to him. You know how demons are.

Mammon: Hey! :(

Simeon: Let's not do anything more reckless. Doing this can just cause more chaos, Mammon.

One the driver's seat, Diavolo and Barbatos hear this. Barbatos just smirks and nods, noting it in his head.

Barbatos: So my predictions are correct.

Diavolo: Hm? What are you talking about, Barb?

Barbatos: It's nothing, M'lord^^ Oh! We're getting near

Diavolo: Ah, you are correct. We're here, Angels!

Rosaria: Honey, wake up!! We're here!!

Michael: Oh? We are? [wakes up]

Diavolo: Yes we are^^

Michael: Oh... thanks a lot for the ride, Diavolo^^

Diavolo: Don't mention it. I'm just being a good friend.

So the angels, Haruka and Ichigo get down. As soon as they did, Diavolo's vans drive away as Mammon waves them goodbye. Of course, this goes without saying that Ichigo is staying with the angels.

Now let's watch what happened in the mansion. Diavolo and Barbatos entered the mansion normally but suddenly he feels the tension between Beel and Satan.

Diavolo: ....What's going on?

Lucifer: Good question, I've been asking that since we got home. [facepalms]

Asmo: They've been having that aura ever since we got home.

Solomon: Help ;-; I'm scared for lyfe- [clings to Asmo]

Asmo: Let's just go to our room and let them settle this-

Solomon: Yeah let's go-

Barbatos: [sigh] As I expected. It's about Ichigo, isn't it?

Lucifer: Ichigo?

Barbatos: Yes, your son seems to take a liking towards her.

Lucifer: w h a t?!

Diavolo: He does?

Barbatos: I've expected this ever since we land in the human world. It's true Satan did stare at Haruka most of the time, but his feelings start to actually blossom when Ichigo took care of him on his heartbreak.

Levi:... Is this an anime?! What even are you two doing?! Just break it up!!! [trying to separate them]

Satan: Shut up, Levi! Deal with your own business!!

Levi: Beel, come on! You're the most mature out of all of us besides Lucifer! Can you just let this go?!

Beel: He has gone too far!

Levi: What do you mean?!

Mammon: Okay you two! Break it up! Levi, hold Beel, I'll hold Satan back!

Levi: On it!

But despite Levi and Mammon holding them back, they're still arguing.

Beel: Can't you just back off?! Ichigo is mine and we've been dating for one year!

Satan: Well why don't you back off?! I'm pretty sure she prefers me anyway!!

Levi: Beel! Don't get triggered! He's just saying that, I'm sure he doesn't mean it!!

Mammon: Come on, you two! There's no need for this! Satan, can't you just love yourself or something?! Staying single ain't gonna kill ya!

Satan: Deal with your own business, Mammon!!

Mammon: I can't! You're my brother and your feelings for her are hindering our brotherhood!

Lucifer has finally had enough and decides to step in, it's so much he even turns into his demon form.

Lucifer: ENOUGH!!

The two of them quiet down and stares at Lucifer in shock.

Lucifer: Are you two seriously arguing over a girl?! Right now?! And you, Satan, what's happening to you? Since when are you this reckless? Think about it! You're about to steal someone who's dating your brother! You know how it feels to get your lover got stolen but here you are trying to steal someone else's lover!

Satan: Deal with your own business, Lucifer! You know well feelings are natural and can't be forced.

Lucifer: But you can resist it. Are you sure you want to risk your brother for your feelings for a girl?

Satan: ....

Lucifer: And you, Beel. Calm down, okay. I'm sure there's a way out. You don't need to use violence against everything. Do you want me to call Ichigo back here?

Beel: ....please....

Lucifer: Alright, I'll call her here or we'll go there. Levi, Mammon, you are in charge.

Mammon: Wait right now?

Lucifer: Yes. Come on, Beel.

Diavolo: So...all of this because of feelings for someone....

Barbatos: Indeed m'lord. Love can either be beautiful or dangerous. There's no in-between.

[the-river-person]

Goner Kid’s Fun

He’d not intended to run into Sans at the door. Papyrus was on his way out, planning to visit Gaster again. It had been a little while since he’d last gone because everything had been so busy with all the new changes. Sans, on the other hand, was on his way in looking extremely tired. Sometimes Papyrus wondered what exactly his brother did these days to make him so tired. Sure he’d seen Sans helping here and there are the Queen’s school, the pair of them  had obviously been friends for some time, even if this might be a rough patch. But no, now that the sentry jobs had been disbanded as they were no longer needed, there was really no reason for him to be so exhausted all the time. It was worrying. For his part, Sans gaped up at Papyrus in surprise. This might have been for the bomber jacket, t-shirt, and jeans that Papyrus was wearing instead of the battle body. Or maybe it was something on his face? Had he combed his hair? Oh wait.... he didn’t have hair. “IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG, SANS?” Shaking himself, Sans grinned. “Nah, Bro. I was just a bit surprised. I thought you’d never take the Battle Body off again. You seemed pretty attached. This look is good too though.” Papyrus struck a pose so that Sans could better admire his alternate attire. “WHY THANK YOU! I DO LOOK AMAZING EVEN IN CASUAL WEAR, DON’T I? THOUGH NATURALLY I CAN MAKE ANYTHING LOOK GOOD.” For a moment Papyrus was sure Sans was going to make a pun. The timing was perfect for it. Then he would shout and rail about bad puns and Sans would laugh. There was a moment of silence, expectation lingering in the air as Sans blinked at him. Finally, after what seemed to Papyrus to be a very long time, but was really only a few short seconds, Sans grinned. “Absolutely fibula-ous,” he said with an infuriating combination of sincerity and mischievousness in his voice. “SANS!!!” shouted Papyrus. Secretly though he was a little disappointed. He’d been expecting something a little more spectacular. A lot of Sans’ jokes had been somewhat lackluster lately. Shrugging, Sans gave Papyrus the most innocent expression he could muster, looking for all the world as if he’d never done anything wrong in his life. “Whoops. Hehehehehe. So where you going Bro?” Gaster had asked Papyrus to wait until people started remembering him before telling anyone of the little cave in Waterfall. But Sans had already remembered some things, and Alphys had too, though she hadn’t recalled enough to realize anything was wrong yet. Yet Sans was starting to piece together old memories of their Uncle, and of their parents, though most of it was still fragmented or gone, and didn’t seem like it was coming back anytime soon. Maybe it was enough, maybe Gaster wouldn’t mind. It would be good for Sans. “I’M OFF TO VISIT A FRIEND IN WATERFALL! YOU SHOULD COME WITH ME! I THINK YOU’D LIKE THEM! THEY DON’T GET OUT MUCH, BUT THEY’RE VERY GOOD CONVERSATIONALISTS!” Sans agreed easily enough and they set off. As they trudged through the snow a bunch of kids ran past them, singing bits of the old Angel’s Prayer as a song for whatever game they were playing, jumping or skipping in time to the rhythm. “Soon the darkness will draw near, and all light disappear!” It was a little dark to be using for a game in Papyrus’ opinion. But the song was popular enough, so he supposed it didn’t matter. Sans was lost in thought, so they walked in silence through much of Waterfall, listening only to the roar of the waterfalls echoing through the damp rocky tunnels. Once Papyrus thought they were being followed, though he couldn’t see or hear anyone when he’d turned to look. But afterward he listened closely and every so often he thought he could hear the soft pattering of feet on stone or the tiniest splash of someone treading through water. When he reached the corridor where the door to Gaster’s cave was, it was gone. Just a bare stone wall. Sans looked at him in confusion but said nothing, waiting as Papyrus stared at the wall and tried to figure out what to do. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet once more and he turned just in time to see a little grey monster try to duck out of sight. It was a young monster, similar to MK with the scales down the back of his head and tail, and the striped sweater. But other than the details of their shape, the similarities ended. This child was all in shades of grey, as if the color had been leeched away from them. Even the sweater was grey. Their eyes were a pale white color and flat, devoid of any expression. “I SAW YOU, YOU CAN COME OUT.” said Papyrus gently, hoping they weren’t frightened of him. But they didn’t seem to have any emotion at all that he could see when they poked their head back out and then walked calmly over to them. Sans looked deeply unsettled at the sight of the kid. With a tilt of his head, considering them carefully, the monster child spoke. “Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same... except you don’t exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. As if you weren’t needed at all.” This child was weird. “AHEM,” said Papyrus uncomfortably, not really knowing what to say to the question. Instead he opted to change the subject. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DOOR? I’M TRYING TO SEE HIM, BUT THE ENTRANCE MOVED AWAY SOMEHOW.” No answer, the little grey kid just stared at him with those horrible empty eyes. Just as Papyrus was about to suggest to Sans that they go away and try another day,  his phone rang and both he and Sans jumped. “HELLO?” he said, answering it. A quiet voice on the other end answered him back. “Oh dear, it seems you’ve got the wrong number. Here’s the Wrong Number Song!” An electronic sounding jingle played through the phone, loud enough that Papyrus had to move the device away from his head. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, the call ended, the person had hung up. “WHAT ON EARTH?” said Papyrus looking round to Sans and the grey monster child. Sans shrugged, but the child had vanished. “OH, HE’S GONE NOW. OH WELL. MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST TRY ANO- OH!!! SANS! THE DOOR!” Though moments before there had only been the dark stone of Waterfall’s tunnels, a grey door had been inserted into the wall, as if it had always been there. Sans had still said nothing, which was beginning to worry Papyrus, but he certainly looked freaked out by this point. The trip had certainly been more eventful than usual, hopefully meeting Gaster himself wouldn’t be too much to handle.

[myslibrary]

Scenario: RFA Spending the day before MC has to leave for abroad.

Zen:

• You had classes that were in another country. This day was talked about for many weeks. He dreaded the day that it came. Although he was busy himself, he loved bringing you along to his sets each day to see your face during each scene.

• you woke up to Zen just laying there next to you. “Hello beautiful, goodmorning.” His tone was husky but sad. You just smiled softly

•”are you packed already?” You nod and stretch just to lay your head on his chest.

• “good, I want to make the most of today.” All you did was giggle. “It’s not like I’m dying.”

•”I know! And I’m glad you’re not, but I’m not ready to let you go for that long.” He closes in on your shoulders with a frown

•”if you feel that way, let’s go out and have some fun before I go..!” You rest your hands on his forearms. “Seems like a plan.” He nods and let’s you go.

•Finally you all are ready. The cityscape was the perfect place for a little date before you go off to class.

• you all went around to little stores, with the department far behind your all’s brain

• “wanna take a break here?” Zen pointed at a bench and you nod. “Sounds good.” He takes your hand and leads you over to sit

• Zens tone and face suddenly got serious. “When you go...Stay clear of people. Please. Don’t let anyone take advantage of you.” He grabs your hand.

• “Zen trust me I won’t.” You smiled and pecked his cheek. “I hope you come back missing me as much as I’ll miss you.” He frowns a bit.

• all you could do was giggle, “I’m still yours when I leave I’ll call you every night to reassure you.”

• When you got home, he became more clingy. You decided to set your bags in the living room near the door. Zen had ahold of your sweater the whole time

• as the day came, he drove you to the airport. Grabbing ahold of your arm. You held one bag and he held another. You tried your best to not cry. You’ll be gone for more than 5 months

•You both soon got to boarding. Zen continued to fidget with his fingers as well as fidget with your fingers. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

•As soon as you got called to board, you hesitated to stand up. When you did you immediately looked over to zen. Your tears began to collect as you fell into a hug.

•”it won’t feel the same.” All you could do was burrow more into his neck. “Hey...it’s going to be okay. It’s not like you’re leaving me. Plus you’re coming back for holidays. I’ll see you in three weeks.” He pulls away and wipes your eyes.

•you both exchanged goodbyes and you were on your way.

Yoosung:

•Yoosung was always a clingy boy so this was even worse for him. “Don’t leave me for anyone else MC.” he’d pout through the week knowing it’s upon you all

• he’d kiss your hand everytime he sees you to remind you just how much he loves you. Yoosung even made brownies, bought you flowers, and made you a scrap book of you two, “Don’t forget about me please. I’ll be waiting for you.”

•the day before the departure, Yoosung was quite sluggish to leave the bed and to let you out. He laid practically on top of you, nestling into your neck. “Yoosung....I have to get up.” You laughed a bit gliding your hand through his hair. “I know...but do you really have to attend that class. It’s for 3 months.”

•Yoosung let you sit up and his posture fell looking at you. His baby face was such a heartthrob. “You know I’d bring you with if I could.” All you could do was fall back to him.

•you grabbed his hand while you sat on the opposite side of the bed. That made him frown more. “Did I say something wrong?” He chuckles lightly, “no. I’ll just miss you. Let’s do something today! All of your favorite things!”

•your eyes beamed with light until you realized you never packed due to Yoosung constantly begging you not to go, “About that... I don’t have my things packed.” He just scratches his head and smiles nervously, “oh right...”

•five hours of prepping everything for your departing, Yoosung ran to get dinner. You plopped on the bed as you heard the door close. “Babe! Come here!”

•Yoosung got you flowers yet again, along with your favorite food. You hugged him and placed them into a vase.

•as you all finished dinner, you all were couped up on the couch cuddling, watching a movie. Yoosung began to doze off on your legs. You looked down at the boy as you ran your fingers through his hair. The thought of leaving him was quite sad. after awhile you all headed to the bedroom.

•When morning came he was all over you again, this time with more restraint. “Yoosung...I gotta go. I mean you can drive me.” You notice his hold on you is tighter, “that’s not the point.” All you could do is sigh. “I’m going to miss my flight!” He quickly flew off.

•It felt good to have his support, but when he acted like this- it made it harder for you to go.

•you finally got there, and Yoosung is already crying. “Yoosung. I’ll miss you but it’s only three months.” His hands rested on your waist as your arms rested on his shoulder. His face of concern was too much to handle.

• He finally let’s go of you and walks you to your boarding area. Him giving was kinda a heart thump for you,“Goodbye for now MC. Promise me it’ll be only three months. Don’t leave me for some jerk.” You giggle, “you will always be the one Yoosung, don’t keep that though in your mind. You’re my other half.”

Jaehee:

•you both were used to being in and out of the house, which was normal for her and you basically had trips you had them as well.

•with the coffee shop, you all have connected more. Maybe you all weren’t just ‘good friends’

•before you knew it, you were moving some of your clothing into her house. Then suddenly she asked you to stay permanently. “I feel I do better when you’re around.” The comment made your heart ✨throb✨

•after having a lot of time together, your school decided to have you travel abroad for some assignments. Jaehee wasn’t as clingy but genuinely enjoyed your time, so it numbed both of you.

•she just got used to having someone around her again. “Oh..you have to leave. For how long?” “Only two weeks. I’ll be back before you know it.” You smiled

•the next day you noticed she offered more. She invited you to go shopping for coffees and baking supplies. You all truly enjoyed yourselves. Inching towards tomorrow made an uneasy feeling in the apartment.

•as you woke up, your bodies were intertwined. You felt relief finally being able to call her yours, after all these years of trying

•the past few days, she was excited for you. But this morning she had a bit of hesitation vibe to her. You all get dressed up, “you ready..?” You nod and you all head out.

•by the time you get there, you all held hands. The way she was acting made your brain melt as well as it wreck from not just confusion, but concern. Why was she acting so sad?

•she walks you in, helping with your bags. You had to initiate majority of the conversations. “Now will you be okay by yourself at the cafe?”

•Jaehee nods, avoiding contact. “Is there something wrong?” You tug her jacket a bit. “Now will you be okay? Especially with your school work? If it’s a struggle feel free to call me.” You smile and nod.

•You finally get to the baggage area and you set your big cases on there after writing your name on there. “I’ll be sure to check in on you daily, if that’s okay with you, Jaehee.”

•When it was time to seperate, she quickly pulled you into a hug. “Don’t forget to eat, don’t mess up your schedule, call me please. Anytime is fine.” This movement surprised you. “Of course, I’ll keep that in mind.” You then quickly peck her check, “I’ll also keep you in mind.”

Jumin:

•Again you were used to him leaving for trips all the time. It was hard but he was always returning to you ASAP

•His company was having a promotional deal, which placed him in his own city. But that didn’t necessarily stop your busy schedule.

• with Jumin having down time, he got used to being home and doing work from home sometimes. He would usually cook breakfast for both of you, taking advantage of the time he had.

•when you both got the news of a death in the family, it struck you both. Of course Jumin was there for moral support. Someone close to you had died.

•You had to go back to your parents house for a bit. With Jumins business you didn’t want to burden his working rhythm. Which led to many small arguments. You understood he wanted to be there for you.

•after a bit he came to agreement. Him being Jumin han CEO, he shows up anyways but you just don’t know ;) you thanked him for understanding

•he offered to have time spent together before your departure, all in all you had no choice. He was stubborn on insisting on it even though he had business to attend

• “how long do you plan on staying out there my dear?” He asked as you both snuggled on the couch. “Maybe a week or so. Not quite sure..” he hums in response. He pecks your head. “I’m only going to ask this one last time, are you sure you want me to stay?”

•after the one last argument, that’s been repeated four times, you struggled to say no, you had to be on your way regardless. You wanted him to focus on his work, while you stayed with family. These arguements left you a bit uneasy, but he’d make it up to you immediately

•he offered to buy your familiy members flowers

•the next couple days you got ready, you and Jumin began to relax together. You felt horrible having him skip out on work just for you. Especially for jaehee. Poor lady

• later that night he set up a fancy dinner for you both to forget about what happened and to talk things out. He offered to help you pack. You know he only wanted the best for you.

•as the day came he was one who held you closer than usual. “Be careful, that’s all I ask of you.” “Of course.” You walked out side of the bedroom to dozens of bouquets around the kitchen/ dining room.

•after you all ate, Jumin came along to see you off. He didn’t let you touch a bag to pack in the car. While you were in the car with him he had you rest your legs ontop of his safely. And he covers you in a compliment talk gliding his hands up and down your legs

•when you arrive, he holds your hand to the private plane. Again not touching any of your luggage. Jumins sits with you for a bit more on the plane. “You know when you’re gone, I yearn for you. Please tell your parents I’m sorry this has occurred. I’ll be calling you each night. Call me when you land.” He kisses your forehead for a second longer than usual and you part ways.

Seven:

•He was always home burrowed in the bedroom, working. It was quite sad he probably forgot you had to go abroad for a doctors appointment

•you packed quietly, he looked over your way smiled and continued his work.

•was he not concerned you were packing?!

•when you turned your back to your suit case and folded clothes, he pounced on you from behind. “Wow you’re really leaving me!!! This is not fair!”

•you cackled when he pressed millions of kisses on your cheek. “I must keep thee away ! Keep you ! You no go!” He turns you around and continues to kiss your face.

“Did you think I forgot or something? I think you forgot I continuously reminded you through the week.” He chirps sweetly. He sits up and lets you breathe.

•Suddenly his face grew serious. “Now are you sure you don’t want me there to help you if something goes wrong..?” He holds your hand, looking into your eyes.

•”I’ll be fine, I promise, if not I’ll call you ASAP.” He nods at your response, “take this.” He hands you a box of some sort.

•immediately your heart melts. It’s a necklace.” You smile and kiss seven. “Now do you want me to help you pack?” You nod and he helps you gather your things

•this boy was so special to you. You studied his movements as he helps gather your favorite pieces of clothing, shoes small items and your laptop.

•you could tell he was a bit timid when talking, as if he’s holding something back. “MC..can I ask you something?” You look up to answer his question, “are you gonna miss me. Genuinely. I know I’m not always near you.. and I’m sorry but know That I need you more than anything.”

•you gasp and chuckle, “of course silly. You’re my favorite person. I love you so much.” You continued to fold as he chuckles to himself

•”thought so.” He hands you your last pair of shoes and you zip your bag up.

•it comes of the day where you leave. Instead of him being on the computer he was lying next to you. That’s all that mattered. You could feel the heat resonating off his body. As you tried to get up he pulls you back down.

•”don’t go yet.” You look over at him. “Seven..I have to go. I wish I didn’t but I need to figure out what’s wrong.. please understand that.” He groans and slowly let’s you go

•as you both got into the car to drive to the airport, it started to rain. It was chilly and early. The drive was long, but a good long. You could finally get this out of the way.

•finally you arrive, sevens quiet. Only responding with nods. You sigh and kiss his cheek as you both walk to the security. “Call me when you land. Tell me how it went, okay? Keep in touch.” He ruffles your hair and kisses your nose. “I love you.” He spits out and turns around to walk away with his head down

•you grab his hand and he looks over to you immediately, “I didn’t get what I wanted.” You kiss him like it was your last goodbye. “I love you too...you call me too. I’ll be waiting.” You gleam and start to walk away. You could feel his eyes on you.

[echoghost1]

Dannymay 2021 Day 08: Gravity

Weighed Down By Your Heavy Heart

~This is part 3 of my Role Swap AU~

Summary: Danny struggles to deal with the sudden loss of his father so his sister suggests he visit the school counselor, Penelope Spectra.

Word Count: 2,266

TW: Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, Bad Therapy

Guys the prompt is Gravity and my brain said "let's make it heavy"

If you're okay with all that...

you can read it on AO3 or down below the cut

Danny hadn’t said a word to anyone in days. How could he? What was there to say?

His dad was dead. Murdered. And he hadn’t been able to help. He had been completely useless as that monster stole his father away.

Of course, no one knew what really happened. The police filed it as an accident. The people at the reunion whispered that it was suicide.

Danny knew better.

But it didn’t matter what he knew. There wasn’t anything to do.

So he didn’t say anything. Not to the cops. Not to his mother. Not to the doctors that said they just wanted to help him.

Vlad sent his gear back a week after the funeral.

Danny hunted the ghosts that plagued his town and he didn’t say anything to them either.

After almost a month of silence, his friends stopped coming around. Good. The fewer people he had to worry about the better.

The only good thing that came out of what happened was that Dash finally stopped bothering him. Who knew the guy had rules about picking on orphans, or half orphaned anyway.

Or maybe the silent treatment was too much. Maybe the jerk actually enjoyed it when Danny mouthed off?

It didn’t matter.

He was done wasting words.

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It was Jazz that had suggested it. She said it was time to focus on healing now, so she signed him up to talk to the school counselor.

He didn’t want to go, but that look she gave him when she asked him to at least give it a try wasn’t one he wanted to see again.

So he went. For her.

“So Danny. I’ve heard you’ve become a man of few words lately. Did you want to talk about it?” Ms. Spectra said with her sickeningly sweet voice. Then she laughed, “Oh silly me, I guess you wouldn’t want to talk about it now would you?”

He just rolled his eyes and slouched in his seat.

He said he’d give it a try but if she was just going to make fun of him he wasn’t going to bother listening.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” she stood up from behind her desk and easily made her way around it. She leaned against the corner of the desk and casually crossed her ankles, “Have you tried journaling?”

He shook his head and kept his gaze from lingering on her long bare legs. How was she able to get away with wearing a skirt that short? Didn’t she know what teenage boys were like? Heck girls too! The dress code was for the staff too right?

“Sometimes words come out easier when you write them down. Maybe if you jot them down, all the thoughts flying around in that head of yours will settle.”

Would writing help? He never really thought about it before. It would be nice if his brain could shut up long enough for him to actually get some sleep.

He looked back at her but wasn’t sure how to show he was willing to try.

She must have been pretty smart because she smiled and went to fetch a blank journal for him to use.

“Now I want you to carry this with you wherever you go. Anytime those thoughts of yours get too loud, you write it down. Anything and everything. Don’t worry about what they are. This is just for you.”

He took the book and wondered if maybe everything in the world wasn’t awful after all.

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He’d been seeing Ms. Spectra for a week now and he had already used up most of the notebook she had given him.

“So how’s the writing going?” she asked as he sat down.

“Okay,” he said softly as he traced the edges of the pages with his fingertips.

“Oh and we’re talking today? That sure is an improvement!”

“Yeah,” he hated that his voice cracked on such a simple little word.

She frowned, “Don’t tell me you’ve got a stutter now?”

“No,” he stammered then realized what he did and winced. He didn’t have a stutter. His voice just wasn’t used to talking.

“Oh well, maybe you’re voice is still a little weak from misuse.”

He relaxed, happy that she understood.

“Unless that’s just what you’re telling yourself?”

“Wait, what?”

That wasn’t right. He didn’t have a stutter. He never did before!

Well unless he was nervous, but he wasn’t nervous now.

Was he?

“Don’t worry about it dear, I can help you fix that little issue too.”

He wasn’t sure he liked how she worded that.

She stood up abruptly and walked around the desk and before he could stop her, she snatched the notebook off his lap.

“Hey!” he tried to take it back but she just kept walking until she was out of his reach.

She started to flip through the pages, “Oh you’ve got some dark stuff in here, Danny.”

She said it was private! Why was she reading it? She never said she was going to read it! God, he had written a lot of terrible things in there.

“So many violent things.” she flipped through more pages. Violated more of his privacy. “I love this drawing.” she turned the book so he could see and he immediately looked away.

It was a scribbled sketch of him in his hunter gear ripping a ghost apart with his bare hands. He’d been having a bad day when he drew that.

She walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Aw what’s the matter? Shy?”

“I didn’t know you were going to look at that.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” she tucked the book under her arm and tapped her lip in thought, “I could have sworn I told you I was going to review this at the end of the week.”

“No, you didn’t.” he wouldn’t have written most of what was in there if he knew that.

“No, I know I did. You must have just forgotten. That’s okay.” she idly flipped through the book again before she turned her attention back to him, “So anything in there you want to talk about?”

He shook his head. He didn’t feel like talking anymore.

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Another week passed and he couldn’t tell if he was getting better or worse. He started talking again, but it was mostly just to yell.

He was just so angry and he didn’t know what to do with it all.

He was so miserable that even the air felt too heavy. It filled his lungs like lead and he constantly felt like he was drowning.

He just wanted it to stop.

“Danny, you haven’t been writing as much in your journal. Why is that?”

He shrugged but didn’t even bother to say anything.

“You’re not trying to hide things from me, are you?”

He kept his eyes fixed on the crack near the floor.

“You know you’re secrets are safe with me, right?”

He shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie.

“Because if I wanted to tell on you, I would have done it by now.”

That wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“I have a question for you, and I need you to answer honestly, okay?”

He really wasn’t in the mood to talk today. Couldn’t she just let him leave?

“Danny,” she said in a tone that almost sounded like a warning.

He looked up but didn’t say anything. If she wanted to talk then she could just go ahead.

“Have you ever hurt yourself?”

That was an odd question.

His confusion must have been obvious because she smiled before clarifying, “I meant on purpose. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?”

He shook his head. Of course he’d never hurt himself on purpose. Why would she ask him that?

“You’re not lying to me are you Danny?”

He shook his head with more determination. She had to know he wasn’t doing that. Sure he might be a little reckless when he hunts, but she didn’t need to know about that. Besides, that’s not what she asked about.

“Really?” she tilted her head to the sided curiously, “Despite all the pain you’re in? Don’t you want to make it stop?”

Of course, he wanted it to stop. “Why would I hurt myself if I’m already hurting?”

“Because the brain is an easy thing to fool. You can’t feel two types of pain at the same time. So if you, for example,” she opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a long pair of scissors, “we’re having a day so bad that it hurt just to breathe,” she stood up and slowly made her way over to him, “that it felt like your lungs were filling up with molten hot lead,” she grabbed him by the left wrist and pushed his sleeve up to the crook of his elbow, “that it felt like you’re head was going to explode with all those dark horrible thoughts of yours”, she opened the scissors all the way and pressed the blade against his bare arm, “you could just cut it out!”

The blade sliced through his skin much easier than he would have imagined. The sharp sting as the skin tore and the blood pooled to the surface was so sudden all he could do was gasp.

“See what I mean?” she carefully tucked the scissors into his waiting right hand, her slender finger just as cold as the blade. “You want to give it a go?”

She guided his hand back to his bleeding arm and placed the blade parallel to the first cut, “just think about the things that hurt you, and then slice along the dotted line.”

Danny’s hands shook. Did he really want to do this? Was this really the best way?

It had to be, right? She wouldn’t make him do this if it didn’t help. She was a professional.

“Just remember Danny, you only ever want to cross the street” she lightly scratched her nail across this arm the same way the scissors were aimed, “But never go down the lane.” she scratched a little hard down the length of his arm all the way down to his wrist. “You’d bleed out too fast for anyone to help you.” she pet his cheek, “if you did that you’d die. And you don’t want to die, right?”

He blinked and for a moment he wasn’t sure.

“Danny,” she warned.

He looked up when she called but kept quiet.

“You don’t want to die. You’re no good to me dead.”

“No good?”

“No.” she sat on the edge of her desk, “I want you to repeat after me, okay?”

He nodded slowly. He could still feel the cold metal against his arm.

“I,” she started.

“I,” he repeated and he focused on how it bit into his fingers.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t”, He gripped it a little tighter.

“Want.”

“Want,” Just to feel something.

“To die.”

“To die.”

“Now again. From the top.”

“I don’t wanna die.” he relaxed his grip on the blade.

“Again.”

“I don’t want to die.” he pushed it into his arm instead.

“Again.”

“I don’t want to die.” he bit his lip to keep from whimpering.

“Cut yourself.”

And he did.

“Again.”

He did.

Over and over until all he could see was the color red.

His arm.

Her dress.

Her smile.

Why was she always smiling?

She lifted his head up with just one of her long red manicured nails, “I think that’s enough for one day, don’t you?”

He heard a thump and realized he dropped the scissors. He was surprised he had been able to hold on to them for as long as he did considering how wet they were.

She cleaned and dressed his wounds chatting all the while.

She was always so happy. He wondered if he’d ever be happy again.

“Alright, now Bertrand has your new clothes so go ahead and use the closet over there to get dressed.

“Clothes?” he turned to see that, yes he was there and he was holding a perfectly folded outfit that looked suspiciously similar to something he owned but thought he had lost a while ago.

“Well you can’t go walking around the school looking like that?” she said pointing down to his outfit like it personally offended her.

He followed her gesture and saw that there was a lot of blood there.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He hadn’t meant to bleed so much.

“Oh it’s fine.” she waved him off, “Now get dress. You do have class in less than ten minutes.”

“Class?” His head felt so fuzzy like it was full of static. He wasn’t sure he would do very well in class now, but what else was he going to do. “Okay.”

“That’s a good boy.” she placed a gentle hand on his cheek and he didn’t resist leaning into it. “Perfectly scrumptious.”

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It was Spirit Week when everything fell apart again.

First, Valerie noticed his scars after he had to roll up his sleeves during science class. She hadn’t said anything, but he caught her staring.

Second, the ghost girl revealed that Spectra was actually a ghost that fed off of people’s misery. Well that certainly explained a lot.

And he hated it.

Third, after finding out he was a favored snack to a terrible demon woman, he didn’t exactly take the news well. In fact, he took it so poorly he decided to break his razor and take a nice warm bath with the blade.

The doctor said he was lucky his sister found him when she did.

He wasn’t so sure about that just yet.