#someone go back in time and tell me that YES while i DO love faust and platonically adore all the sinners; i need to read this book.

[evorathesylvurr]

🌂🧸🪀💭 in platonic selfship ask game

☁️💌🍄 from Miscellaneous Ask Game

mwahaha my trap card has been activated >:3

also saying elpis instead of i/me(etc) because haha i am. not doing that to myself on a monday night.

elpis is platonic w/ all the sinners other than Faust by nature of limbus lmao

[ 🌂 ] — do you share your stuff often (clothes , tools , food , etc.) ¿ do they grumble about it but begrudgingly agree or is it second nature to them at this point ¿

out of all of the sinners elpis would probably second nature snag clothes from rodya even though they would not fit them (theres like a solid 6 inches of height difference alone) but its honestly really cute to see elpis in the oversized uniform.

elpis will snag food from heathcliff, ishmael, and sinclair, but if they were to be like "hey >:(" [or in sinclair's case, "hey :'("], elpis would go "teehee i was joking :3" and return it. this is especially common at breakfast, and eating a bagel increases the odds of it being stolen.

it is also not uncommon to find elpis returning don's action figures from their room.

elpis steals shit from outis spitefully. they return it when confronted.

[ 🧸 ] — what's the best way to cheer them up ¿

each dynamic is so drastically different [esp. with sinners that we don't have much character development for *coughs* hong lu, meursault *coughs*] but.

for yi sang, elpis will chat about poetry shit. elpis is so into poetry, their whole thing is flower language and symbolism and i really do think yi sang would be into poetry :3 for don, elpis absolutely just hangs around her and lets her talk. theres a running bit w/ me and my roommate about how elpis will go from talking to faust & yi sang, turn around and ask don a question about fixers, and then return to the deep conversation. ryoshu is... elpis is afraid of her tbh (sorry). elpis cant stand the scent of cigarettes all that much, and elpis understands just a bit too much of ryoshu's acronym shit to comfortably hang around her. but if ryoshu was sad, elpis would give her little flowers (typically that are red or have red accents). the flowers are platonic. meursault... can he get sad??? i really dont know enough about him im sorry dude T_T hong lu also strikes me as the type who wouldn't get sad, or at least not let it show. elpis would probably enjoy braiding his hair though. elpis actually caught onto the fact heathcliff was mourning a someone post c6 because they wrote down flowers while going through, and all of them were for someone who was greiving, so... elpis lets heathcliff talk to them if he wants to, even if he’s vague and/or they don’t understand him. they'll give him space when he's sad since he seems like the type who would lash out when sad (and thats not self projecting at all ahahaaaaa...) elpis would 100% weave flowers into ishy's hair if she let them. elpis picks flowers with meaning though they might not explain if they felt it wouldnt help. rodya... rodya is sad. elpis can fucking tell, but rodya won't let elpis, or anyone, help. elpis would give rodya genuine reassurances but im not sure she'd believe them :( sinclair is so sad all the time. they'd be the one to approach him, and offer physical comfort (worlds most platonic cuddle) but if he's not really up for that, they'd just sit near them. theres a running joke of elpis not having a proper seat on the bus, and so they tend to sit on the floor somewhere, so if they felt sinclair needed some company, they'd sit on the floor near the threeseater. elpis cares so much about the manager its insane. like not on an outis bootlicker level but on a "this is a human person. they care about me. reciprocated (pointing at viewer emoji)." if dante were sad and were to actually let that show because god damn it manager you have feelings too, elpis would decorate their pda thingy with tiny flowers. they'd also try and avoid any form of infighting w/ any of the other sinners since that would just stress dante out more. also they’d make a flower crown that wraps around the face of the clock :3 outis... outis and elpis do not get along (as part of a greek mythology joke lmao). however elpis lets the mood of the entire bus effect them [thanks autism /hj] and so outis being genuinely sad would ACTUALLY effect them and they'd begrudgingly be kinder to her. it wouldn't really 'cheer her up' per-say, but it would be one less thing to bother her. bug dad!! elpis is content to give gregor space if thats truly what they think he needs, but they're just as likely to curl up next to him, whichever side he'd prefer them to be on, and simply be in the same space as him. id imagine a lot of his sorrow comes from self loathing re: the bug arm, so someone wanting to be in the same area as him would probably be very helpful.

[ 🪀 ] — how are y'all at parallel play ¿ what's a hobby of yours that both of you like to dabble into ¿

the majority of interactions w/ elpis will be parallel play, so when they truly engage in something w/ a sinner, it's actually really sweet.

despite how much they hate the woman, they do it frequently with outis, if you can count arguing as a hobby... /hj the two of them actually mesh well in combat weirdly enough. gameplay wise, burn and rupture don't make sense, but the glass shards?? thats rupture baby! so they build on each other in combat. i guess that wasnt really the question LMAO. i just think these two deserve to fight each other (elpis loses 100% of the time, they are NOT trained in combat) sorry for rambling about them here.

as for hobbies they share with sinners... afformentioned poetry with yi sang. they will listen to don talk about fixers and her action figures and stuff, which maybe isnt quite a shared hobby, but elpis likes dolls and so sometimes elpis will make little doll clothes that show that they were listening to don ramble. during c5 elpis probably tried to pick up some boating stuff from ishmael but there was A LOT going on in c5 so you cant really blame them for not remembering any of it up. elpis loves pachinko machines & pinball, and while they aren't great at actually managing to gamble, rodya tries to teach them how to get better at it. it does not work, they keep losing.

[ 💭 ] — alright enough wholesomeness , embarrass them NOW . tell a silly fact about them , or maybe even a funny story .

elpis does not trust heathcliff w/ glass vases after he FUCKING THREW IT AT SOMEONE. not even kintsugi would fix that one it was in tiny little pieces and ELPIS had to help clean it up since THEY were the one to bring it onto the bus in the first place. (he gets plastic vases now don't worry)

☁️- You’ve both been transported into a D&D style fantasy world! What are your classes?

Faust is an Artificer or a Warlock; making things vs Forbidden Knowledge. As much as I love a good wild magic sorcerer, Elpis would probably be a Cleric considering how much their whole thing is being a support unit.

💌- You and your f/o are tasked with performing a heist! Which heist roles are you taking? Can you pull it off?

Faust would be the mastermind. Like, really? Possibly the Coordinator.

Elpis would either be the Distraction or the Partner-In-Crime.

And, so long as Elpis doesn't screw up the plan in some unexpected way, they'll pull it off :3

🍄- You both have to get matching tattoos, what are you getting, and where?

GAH tattoos T_T scawy /hj

I am not really good at pain, neither is Elpis. but we have to get matching tattoos, see? some dude just handed us a slip of paper for some reason (what the heck is a prescript? faust where are we) <- joke

elpis would probably want to somehow combine their little icons. the brain in faust's icon already kinda resembles a rose, so perhaps some way of making it look more like a rose, while still retaining the fact it's a brain, and without making it look like lunacy lmao.

[picturejasper20]

I'm with you, a lot of big studios seem to be terrified of giving their female protagonists actual flaws.

I remember one of the creators of FOPANW did an interview and one of the things she mentioned was that Hazel was originally conceptualized as a much weirder person but Nickelodeon and Netflix were both very against it and wanted her to be more "aspirational" and "put together" (???).

Heck, they weren't even allowed to describe her as "weird", only "quirky" 🙄

Yeah, i found that part of the interview:

Even after taking the risk of making a little black girl the lead character, we also wanted to showcase that, yes, little girls can be weird, too. They can be a little offbeat in what they like and what they play with. She loves anime, she collects rocks. Lindsay and I, we’re both big weirdo kids. I remember in my interview for this job I was telling them the story of how I used to collect the reflector lights in the roads while I was a kid growing up in Seattle. I used to collect those off of the ground. [both laugh] I would keep them on my back porch on our deck and I would name them. Those were my pets. We called them turtles in Seattle, so I was like, “These are my pet turtles.” Our pilot episode begins with Hazel talking to her pet rocks; that came from me. We wanted to be able to show a little weirdo — except we can’t even say “weirdo” anymore. We had to call her “quirky.” (..) That was another learning curve. They have a global audience, so we had to be mindful of the entire world when approaching character and story. There was a time where they asked, “Well, can’t Hazel be more aspirational? She should be—” perfect, is what they were saying, because kids are going to want to be that. “She needs to be a little more put together. She needs to not be so out there.” We were like, “Well, in order for her to get fairy godparents, she has to be a bit miserable.” With Netflix, we had to pull back even more to show that even though she’s quirky and fun, she’s still someone that kids can relate to.

Link: https://www.skwigly.co.uk/fairly-oddparents-a-new-wish-ashleigh-crystal-hairston/

Which is like, how are kids going to relate to a protagonist is perfect all the time?? This is something that Lauren Faust has talked a lot of times about in past- that a lot of older animated series aimed for girls could feel shallow because the female characters felt too flat. That's why she is interested in writing girl characters that are flawed in her shows, why do you think MLP FIM became so popular?

At least with Hazel Wells she is one of those cases that she is a main female lead that is well written as character and she can be funny too. She changes through the season and you see her grew from all these changes she faces. A lot of fans really like her, specially because of characteristics that can be read as neurodivergent. Some even saying they prefer her over Timmy Lol

It is simply something i don't understand? Like, ok, your main protagonist doesn't have to be a terrible asshole but it doesn't mean they should be pushed back from having proper character flaws- even less if it is your main lead character!

[stari-hun]

Limbus Maxxing

My live rambles on limbus company as I play (I like Mili so imma play for them).

Prologue rambles under the cut

TRUCK KUN?!

Ok Kaalaa Baunaa ass

Oh great so our name is Dante and we just made a pact with some unknown entities who are vaguely ominous and homosexual

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Faust: Wassup dawg ur now leader of the squad

MC: what squad??? WHO ARE YOU???

Faust: Not the people killing you

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OH GOD WHY DOES THE BATTLE MECHANIC LOOK SO SCARY-

Oh god I’m not understanding shit. Can’t wait to overlevel and just be op

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Panther: 0 stars on Yelp, shit theatre kid performance, will not be going back

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Ah yes a clock with a time gimmick very unexpected much wow very woah

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The CG art is so cool, fully how it’s different than the sprites

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MC is fr deciding trust purely off vibe checking people

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MC: why is everyone calling me Dante?

Faust: It’s your name

MC: Nuh uh

Faust, ignoring MC: You’ll get used to it

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Gregor: ay Buddy just to start off with, I’m not judging with anyone’s representation and what they decide to do with their head yk? Your body ur choice

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Mmm delicious immoral actions and expectations from a higher organization in control the group is forced to rely on. I eat it up every time. Constantine would thrive in this world

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Ishmael: All of your introductions are disappointing as hell. You do know this is us introducing ourselves to a superior right? We’re working right now.

Also Ishmael: I’m Ishmael

LIKE LMAOO????? All that and she also gives an informal introduction. Also the similarities in the way the intro cards treat Sinners and how Arcanists are treated in hit game Reverse 1999

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Heathcliff: Yeah I don’t care about trying to please you or fitting in (proceeds to give one of the only proper self introductions)

HELLOOOO???? If he gets angry we contact HR lmaoooo

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Ok Tsukasa move it on

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Ah yes, the token autistic member, I see you Hong Lu

Ignoring that lady-

Ah another autistic, this time one with an unfortunate but definitely gendered name. Love me a character who just wants to do their job then clock out

Oh ew Dante is French /silly

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MC: wow Meursault you’re really one of the polite people here :)

Meursault: This is the normal reaction for this situation

MC: :)

MC’s thoughts: Something’s deeply wrong with him.

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Outis going on this long chuunibiyou like rant to MC while they have no clue what’s going on still

Outis: I vow to serve you with unrivaled devotion, Executive Manager. My blade is yours to wield.

MC: here I thought you’d be one of the normal ones….

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MC: I mean I want my head back but eh….. eH

Vergilius: smh, I tell you to go to hell and you hesitate? Smh.

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Imagine losing ur head and memories and non-binary company takes you, dies, gets revived, and tells you to literally go to hell

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Faust: Ur strategy game is clearly shit so let me tell you how to improve

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Vergilius: enough useless chatter

No???? Knowing how to revive people is actually incredibly useful?? I need to know how to be doing that

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WE HAVE A FUCKING SANITY BAR??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

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Oh god the designated driver is a speed demon-

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Yeah Kagamine Rin, speak ur truth

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Vergilius is such an antiyapper. Get bro some noise cancelling headphones with the way he hates background dialogue

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Charon: Damn. A missed chance to run someone over.

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AYYYYYYY MILI SONGGG WRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Oh damn it really is a bus and not a train- though to be fair it is like the outer look of a train just compressed into one car

[marune2]

Johan Faust and the true abaut he’s dad chapter 2

Josele canty is @loosesodamarble oc and this is a colap whit her🤭 have a nice day and thank you my dear Loo for this I love do colap whit you

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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Johan." Josele knelt down in front of Johan and reached out to hug him. "It's hard to explain but I-"

Johan pulled away. His big, teary eyes pierced through Josele as he continued to sob, "If Lucifugus is so terrible and hurt you, why does papa love him? What did he do?!"

The weight of Johan's world was on Josele's shoulders in that moment. And the burden of it...

"Johan... This will be hard to understand but Heinrich loved Lucifugus long before he ever hurt me and Nacht. He didn't even *know* until a few years back," Josele said, doing her best to explain. "And the thing about Lucifugus is..." Her gaze lowered to her lap and she watched her hands fidget. "He's a person. And people are... complicated. They aren't all good or all evil. People are just themselves and they do good and bad things. Lucifugus is a person who did good things for your papa but did a bad thing to me and Nacht."

Johan shook his head.

"But why did my dad hurt you and Nacht?" he asked, his body trembling with his overwhelming emotions. "What makes him so bad that people don't wanna talk about him? And why does papa love someone that everyone hates?" His tears fell faster.

Josele just look’s sad at him „you dad did take someone imposante from us but you papa did he safe and give him some imposante Person back as fare I know things are complicated Johan nothing is black and white it’s give many grey colors here….“

Johan stare at here and rubbing he’s teary eyes „oh……this is why he did take a important person from your…..

Josele looks sad at the child in front of her“yes…“

Johan stop crying „so this is why the person whas imposante too many of you and most of you are mad this he is taken……..“Johan remembers the name of the person she mean he did he’s name……

Josele looks whit sad eyes at Johan „yes pretty mush Johan I’m sorry“

Johan loos oddly sad tired but better now but Stare josele in the eyes again „now I understand your I don’t know if Nacht did tell you this but I did in hired dad’s second Magic I did use it one time I did see Nacht’s face…..do josele do you think I going too hurt you and Nacht like dad did do it’s this why Nacht did not like my many years and did stare at my like this?

"If I'm to be perfectly honest..." Josele started.

She stared at Johan. At his big eyes full of youthful innocence, part of which Josele had now ruined. At his tears and heavy frown from genuine heartbreak. At his nubby horns and barely developed wings which gave away his devilish nature. Still so young. Johan was young and kind and unknowing of the world. Josele reached out and this time Johan let her touch him. She wiped away his tears.

"You are your dad's son. And you've inherited his magic. But you aren't him," Josele stated calmly. "I don't think you'll hurt me and Nacht, not on purpose at least."

Johan jolted slightly. "D-dad hurt you by accident too..." His form wilted and more tears started to fall.

"But unlike your dad, you know me and Nacht. You love us and you'd be sorry if you hurt us, right?"

Johan mutely nodded.

"Your dad didn't know better and never said sorry. But I'm sure you will. And so it'll be okay. Does that make sense?" Josele asked while patting Johan on the head.

Johan stared at Josele for a moment before shaking his head.

"Confusing, huh?" Josele laughed.

"Uh-huh..."

„It‘s ok Johan whit time you will understand ok?

„uh huh josele…“

„You are young Johan but understand I believe in you we believe in you your have a good heart Johan I did see you grown up too you young lovely child“

Johan look’s stopped crying again at josele „uhu I understand thank you josele I don’t let you down I will protect you all I promise“

Josele looks whit a small smile at Johan he is so pure and genuinely „it’s ok but right now we will take care of us all ok?“

Johan stare at josele whit a more happy face“ ok thank you this you did tell my the truth josele I will go now and think…“

Josele smile then at Johan „it’s ok the talk whas hart for both of us a little rest will doing well“

Johan looks too josele and go then away too he’s room

Josele looks after Johan it’s whas indeed a hart talk Johan is so a lovely child……hopefully he will doing well…..

End

[the-possum-writes]

Story Previews [January]

Here are the main stories I've been going back and forth recently (that are most likely to be published soon)

❥Finn the human

❥Elktaur (Centaurworld)

❥Dr. Faust (Guilty Gear)

❥ Finn the Human

Type: Short scenario (Tumblr request for flower hill themed fluff)

60% finished

Notes: It's the once with more progress rn, has a clear direction, just need the head space to fill in descriptions of the scenary.

"How much longer till we leave this place? It feels like we've been digging nonstop for days."

The map crinkles beneath your calloused hands, which are covered in fabric bandages, clearing the dust so you can see your math equations in the corner. "It should be a few feet away; once the ground turns to sand, we're good."

"Do you mean this?"Finn switched to a shovel to remove the few rocks that were intertwined with streams of gray sand and seashells. The dust filling the cave became so overwhelming that you raised the bandana on your neck to your lower jaw, stuffing the map in your pocket in order to help Finn before he gets buried alive. Once the sand broke away into a hole on the cieling the two of you are showered in natural sunlight that burns your pupils like lemon juice on an open wound.

Finn burst into a cheery laugh. "I never knew I'd be so happy to get blind looking at the sun." he rubs his eyes a few times before getting used to the exterior, stretching and arm out to help you climb out of the hole.

❥ Dr. Faust (Guilty Gear) (idea I had, segs pollen type of prompt)

Type: oneshot

17% finished

Notes: Just started this one a few days ago after listening to the ost, there's barely any content for him and I was hit with a burst of inspiration for Smut potential. This is the story I'm gaining alot of traction with, but it'll take a while to finish since it's not a priority to upload yet.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Almost immediately a door opens up and out of it pops up is a tall man with a paper bag over his head, looks like you found the right guy. "Yes~? Oh my, you don't look so well."

You wanted to chuckle at his reaction. Knowing you don't need a medical degree to know you look like shit. "Do I need to schedule an appointment?" you're hesitant to ask, not knowing how you can stand another minute like this if he declines, but manners make the person.

The doctor crouching at the doorway pulls out a clipboard from god knows where, thoughtfully skimming through the pages as he raises his view at the empty waiting room a few times. "Not at all! please come in come in." he booms joyfully. Papers flying in the air as he suddenly chucks the clipboard behind his back. A thankful smile briefly flashes by your lip, but it faded when your trembling arms struggle to lift yourself from the counter, luckily there was no need to stand up on your own since a freakishly long arm grabbed you by the waist, spun you around like a swivel chair and before you knew it (once the room stopped spinning) you're already sitting inside the doctor's office in a hospital gown.

You're caught off guard by his ability, grasping at your gown in shock to make sure it's real.

"Now, tell me dear patient tell me about your condition?" he asks patiently, with his gloved hands intertwined together, humorously sitting behind a desk too small for his long body, needing to bend each leg over the sides like an adult sitting on a child's desk.

❥Elktaur (fic update - new chapter)

Type: update

9% finished

Notes: This is the poor baby I admit i abandoned, it was kinda hard getting into the right head space for Elk, (as much as I love the shitpost kind of writing I want to tackle his themes appropriately) but I'm slowly picking up where I left it since I had two unfinished drafts. Will try to finish it as soon as possible since it can wrap up easily if I place the puzzle pieces in order.

Elktaur's hooves clamp against the cobblestone road as he makes his way home, he massages the back of his stiff neck after a particularly long day at work, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to store peanut butter jars right beside an open hatch of delicate machinery. Let's just say one thing led to another and now there's peanut butter everywhere, having to shut down the portal in order to make repairs.

"Jefferson pass me the screwdriver," Elktaur would order, the sweat running down his non-existent brow as he holds a firm grip on a wrench clogged between a row of gears to keep them from running, hence why he calls for help, but the assistance from another centaur proved impatient as Elk was handed a kabob. "What the-? Jeff couldn't you wait until lunchtime." Elktaur grits between his teeth, the wrench slipping from his grasp.

"Huh? But it's 5 minutes til lunchtime and I'm already starving, here have a kabob." the gophertaur offers but Elk refuses.

"Can't you see we have a portal to fix! Look at all those people waiting in line," In his scolding Elk momentarily looses his hold on the wrench, almost slipping past his fingertips before gripping it again. "Ugh you centaurs only focus on food, I'll get it myself." Elk attempts to stretch himself towards the screwdriver, but this Elktaur isn't made of rubber nor does he possess the goofy centaurworld qualities to pull it off. Resulting in him losing his balance with the wrench coming loose and falling out of its spot between the gears, the unfixed parts get stuck in smudges of peanut butter.

The bell rings to announce lunchtime, with a group of them getting together. "We're gonna head out for some sloppy Joe's, wanna come?" one of the friendly rift workers offers but it only frustrated Elktaur even more. "Are you serious?! Go on and eat your sloppy Joe's, I'll stay and handle this on my own." he snapped at the amicable worker. They didn't direct anything else towards him but he can still hear them say something like "What's his deal?" and "Told ya he wouldn't come, he never does." but to Elktaur their opinions of him are meaningless as long as he can trust his own skill.

Instead of singing today he walks past stalls and shops in utter silence, listening to the ambience noise coming from external conversations. "What would my unpredictable housemate be up to?" He wonders as a comfort, tracing back the steps of what's happened the past week. After the concert you backed off from playing matchmaker and gave him some room to breathe, but it's not like it's made things easier for him. Seeing you everyday in such a domestic setting does something to him, preparing coffee, sharing a meal with him, engaging in small talk while he tinkers away... even the thought of you makes him giddy.

When Elktaur comes home hes finds the workshop is left spotless, the floors were mopped, the couch cushions are new in color and even the cleaning products were scrubbed clean except for the kitchen that was messy with what he can only describe as a cooking recipe gone wrong.

[turn-off-the-sun-goatman]

Main 6 + Morga When They Walk in on MC Crying

Asra

He would most likely freak out at first

Immediately runs to you and asks what’s wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll just hug you and try to calm you down.

“Everything’s going to be alright, okay? I’m here. I’m not going to leave you alone.”

If you don’t want to be held, he understands and sits in front of you without leaving your side. However, if you tell him to leave, he will ask if that is what you really want. If the answer is “yes,” he’ll get up and leave, but will stay outside the door as a precaution. 

Faust will try to lighten your mood by squeezing your hand and saying some silly things.

When you’re ready to talk about what hurt you, Asra will listen carefully and try to find a solution, if there is one. If someone hurt you, that’s a different case. He would be angry. Most likely he will confront them or cast a bad luck spell on them. If it was your own mental problems, he would spend hours trying to compliment you.

He understands that sometimes it’s best to just let your emotions out, so he tells you it’s okay to cry.

However, if you were crying over something stupid, like you dropped a slice of bread, he would laugh. You scared him and he’s just happy that everything is okay. And it was funny.

Makes you some tea afterwards. Even feeds you some chocolate if you want to.

Nadia

“Darling, are you in… Oh.”

Nadia is utterly confused and surprised. That was the last thing she expected when she started looking for you. 

If you were lying on the bedroom floor crying, she’ll make you sit on the bed so you’ll be more comfortable. She doesn’t mind if you don’t want to tell her what’s wrong right away. Nadia sits down next to you and calmly waits for you to stop crying. If you want a hug, she will gladly hold your trembling form. 

She whispers sweet nothings in your ear to help you calm down. 

“It’s okay, darling. Cry it out.” 

When you’re ready to talk, she gives you her full attention. She doesn’t mind if you take big pauses between sentences. You’ve probably never seen her so focused before. If you tell her someone hurt you, she’ll ask if you want to put that person behind bars. Whatever the answer is, the person will get punishment for their actions. If it’s stress or something else, she’ll try to find a solution to your problem. 

She doesn’t mind if you want to stay in bed all day. She understands that and lets you rest. However, she tries to stay with you as long as possible. 

Get’s you anything you need. Food? New clothes? A new pet, perhaps? She’ll get you one. If it makes you happy, she’s cool with it. 

If you want to stay with her, even if she has a meeting, she’ll gladly let you come. Will tell the courtiers/royalties that you are welcome here and if they mind you, the door is over there. 

When the two of you are alone again, she will kiss you and tell you that she will do everything she can to make sure you are not sad again.

Julian

Uh oh

His first thought is that he fucked up and now you’re crying because of him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he runs to your side and asks what’s wrong and if he caused it. 

When you don’t answer him for minutes, he gets worried, but he respects your boundaries, so he tries to hug you and let you cry on his shoulders. If you want him to leave, he leaves, but probably stops at your door. He tries to remember everything you did that day that could have made you so upset. 

Most likely, he is overthinking the whole situation. 

When you are willing to talk to him, he will sit down like a little kid and listen to you. If someone hurt you, he will ask for their name to confront the person and probably get beat up by them. If it’s something else, he’ll immediately ask if you need medical help. Even if you say no, he will remember to ask again if this happens more than once. 

If you need a hug, he will happily cuddle with you on the couch/bed. His first priority right now is the person he loves the most, which is you. That’s why he wants to stay with you all day.  

He gets you food and water and peacefully waits for you to finish your meal.

He uses his comedic acting skills to make you laugh. Julian even puts on a little show for you. He plays every single character, of course. When Julian plays a female character, he tries to make his voice a little higher and tucks his hair behind his ears. If that doesn’t make you laugh, he’s lost. 

“Do you, uh…. wanna go to Mazelinka’s house for some soup?”

Julian is genuinely trying to make you happy, even if he has to make a fool of himself. He’ll do it for you.

Portia

“OH MY GOD! MC, what happened?! Are you okay?!”

Portia runs to you and immediately hugs you. She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back and whispering to you that everything will be okay. She lets you cry on her shoulders and waits patiently for you to open up about it. 

If you want her to leave, she looks at you with puppy eyes, but eventually gives you some time alone. 

She immediately runs to the kitchen to get you some sweets and water. Even gets some warm blankets so you can cuddle them. When Portia gets back to your room, she quietly opens the door and slides in the things she got for you. Then she immediately closes it again and waits for you outside. 

When you don’t answer for minutes, she runs to Nadia and explains the situation, asking if she could be free today to be with you. She is understanding of the situation and lets Portia be with you. Once she hears the answer, she runs back to you. 

Pepi somehow got in and rubbed her head against your leg to cheer you up. She won’t leave you alone until you stop crying. 

When you are ready to talk about what happened, Portia will sit down on the bed with you. She is very worried, but tries to smile for you. If you tell her that someone hurt you, she is ready to slam that person to the floor. Portia really wants to do something, but if she can’t confront said person, she will try to talk to Nadia about it. If it’s something else, she’ll try to get whatever you need right now. 

She may even take you to the kitchen to bake something with her. She tries to make it fun by throwing a little flour at you. 

Helps you brush your hair (if you have any) and compliments you on how nice it is. 

Prepares a bath for you and if you want her to join in, she’ll gladly do it.

Muriel

This man deadass froze at the sight of your tears. 

He was so surprised that he forgot he had just walked in on you.

Slowly he approaches you and tries to hug you very gently. Muriel doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you, especially when you’re crying. He quietly asks you what’s wrong and tries to rub your back to reassure you. 

If you want him to leave, he’s a little taken aback, but nods and walks out to give you some space. While you’re in there, he picks you some flowers. He only picks the prettiest ones because he thinks they’re the only ones that fit you. 

When he comes back and sees Inanna whimpering at the door, he gives her the flowers and lets her in. She walks right up to you and drops the flowers in your lap. She then puts her head in your hand and lets out a small whimper. 

As soon as you are ready to talk about it, Inanna runs to the door and scracthes it, signaling to Muriel to enter. He slowly sits down next to you, takes your hands in his, and asks what happened. If it turns out that someone hurt you, he’s really angry and promises that he won’t leave you alone from now on. May or may not ask Asra to curse the person. If it’s something else, he feels really bad and tries to help you get through it. 

When you’ve completely calmed down, he takes you to his favorite place in the forest. He shows you all the plants and animals that live there and tries to explain why they are important. 

If you want to watch the sunset, he takes you to the best spot he knows. Sits you down and waits for the sun to set. You may look at the sun, but he will look at you and tell you that you are beautiful while he blushes. 

When you are both done, he grabs your hand and walks back to his hut. 

He will cuddle with you once you are in the hut.

(Something that probably happened and made you cry: “Muriel… I accidentally stepped on Inanna’s tail and now she doesn’t want to come near me…”)

Lucio

Worried face™

“Why are you crying? What happened?!”

Lucio is so damn scared. 

At first he doesn’t quite know what to do, but when he finally realizes he should reassure you, he walks up to you and hugs you. Lucio places gentle kisses on every inch of your skin or where you allow him to. He uses his baby voice (the one everyone uses on animals and babies) and tries to tell you that everything is okay. 

If you want him to leave, he huffs a little but walks out of the room. Once he’s out, he immediately runs to find Mercedes and Melchior so they can be with you if he can’t.

The servants only see a panicked Lucio running towards the garden and then back to your room with two dogs following him.

He lets the dogs in, hoping they can calm you down a bit. When he’s alone again, Lucio goes all over the palace ordering each servant to get you your favorite foods, sweets, drinks, clothes, anything he can think of at the moment. 

Lucio comes back to your room and waits rather impatiently for you to open the door. He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but he’s just anxious. 

When you are ready to let him in, he literally bursts in and runs to you. He sits down in front of you with wide eyes and gives you his full attention. If you tell him that someone dared to hurt you, he already runs to them with his sword drawn out. It takes a while to explain to him that he can’t do that. He’ll still throw them in the dungeon and you can’t stop him. If the reason you cried is something else, he’ll let you rant about it and make little notes in his head to make your life easier. 

Takes you to the garden when you finally calm down. Goes to a tree and tries to fight it for you. Just so you can laugh, he loses to it and dramatically falls to the ground screaming that it hurts so much and he dies. 

After you smile, he sits down next to you and tells you his wonderful stories while cuddling with the dogs.

Morga

She just stands there looking down at you for a minute. You probably didn’t hear her come in.

At first Morga doesn’t know what to do, because all she had to deal with was a couple of people crying, which probably wasn’t her husband. Morga sighs softly and kneels down to you. 

mother senses intensifies 

She tries to say something, but decides it’s better if she doesn’t. She places a hand on your shoulder and begins to rub it. As you snuggle closer to her, she puts the spear away and hugs you. She won’t say anything until you are ready to talk. If you ask her to leave, she nods, gets up, and goes hunting. 

Morga may not show it, but she is genuinely concerned for you. You’re living with her in the middle of the snowy forest, so you have to be physically and mentally strong.  

“Probably something really bad happened and that’s why they’re crying.” she mutters. 

She couldn’t bear to look at her son while he was crying, so it was hard for her to act tough while you weren’t doing well.

In the end, she thinks about everything that could have happened and tries to find a solution before you’ve told her anything.

Jaeger waits for you on a tree next to your door so he can tell Morga if you’re ready to talk.

When Jaeger signals her, Morga comes right back and goes inside. She kneels down, looks deep into your eyes, and asks what’s wrong. She can see that something really hurt you, so she sits down, takes off her cape and puts it around you.

If you tell her someone hurt you (even though you thought the two of you lived here alone), Morga clenches her jaw. The look in her eyes tells everything. She doesn’t run off like Lucio, but she’s definitely going to try and hunt the person down. If you’re struggling with something else, she nods acknowledgingly and tries to find a solution for you.

You can relax for the rest of the day, though she’ll probably want to get her chores done. If you really want her to stay with you, she’ll eventually give in and take you to your bed to lay down with you.

Achievement Unlocked: Soft Morga

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Return to the Lazaret Alone Pt. 5 - Headcanon

Asra Alnazar x MC

A/N: Almost done! @snarkfinnicksoup, only one more to go after this! But of course, who knows how long it’ll actually take me to get around to writing it :) Requests are open! Oh, and for anyone who’s wondering, after I finish this request I have about 8 others that have been sitting in my inbox for way too long, so if it takes a long time for me to post your request, that’s why! I like to take my time and write these headcanons to the best of my ability! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Also, I know this didn’t touch on MC’s reasons for going to the Lazaret as much as the previous parts, but I feel like at this point it’s a bit repetitive. But, I made Asra’s perspective extra angsty to make up for it!

TW: crying, Lazaret, isolation, relationship insecurities, anxiety, panic attack, food mention, mentions of death

Spoilers for the end of the game!

💙Asra💙

Leaving an argument unresolved was one of Asra’s least favourite things to do

Even if the two of you couldn’t reach a compromise or some sort of agreement, he, at the bare minimum, always liked to soothe over any hurt feelings before separating in any way

Your last argument before you had lost your memories would forever be one of his greatest regrets, and he was determined not to make the same mistake by letting you think he didn’t love you completely

So even if you were angry, and needed some time to sort out your feelings before addressing the issue again, he would take your hand tightly in his own and tell you that he loved you before letting you go off on your own

With that being said, your most recent argument was much more bitter than usual, and even though he had still told you he loved you, he felt as though you hadn’t heard him properly

The both of you had gone to bed feeling bad, but neither of you had wanted to stay up any later fighting

Once sleep had reset your emotions, you could try again more peacefully in the morning

Or at least, that’s what Asra had hoped would happen

But when he woke up the next morning, it was to find you missing

Now normally, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence

He liked to sleep in late as often as possible, and no matter how long you slept, he would probably be in bed longer

So you not being next to him shouldn’t have scared him as much as it did

But to some degree, your emotions were connected, and he could feel his heart ache right along side you

He was out of bed before any other thoughts could register in his mind, throwing on some clothes, allowing Faust to slither into his shirt, and grabbing a few key items— most importantly, his compass

Not bothering with breakfast, he followed the compass’s needle as it pointed him toward what he desired most: you

He moved through the town quickly, not returning any of the greetings thrown his way by familiar townsfolk

An unpleasant feeling tugged at his gut, telling him that he already knew where you were

Telling him that the past three years had been a lie; telling him that his worst fears were a reality

Telling him that you were dead

His panic rose instead his chest, threatening to burst out

Doing his best to push it down, he kept moving, trying to convince himself that maybe you were just buying something at the edge of town

He couldn’t consider any other possibilities without breaking down

So when he came to the edge of town, the end of the dock, facing toward the Lazaret, that’s what he did

He broke down

Rationally, he knew you were fine

He didn’t know why you would have gone to the Lazaret, much less alone, but he knew that you were alive

But a larger part of him didn’t care

It insisted that you were dead, that he had failed to save you, that you hated him for everything he put you through

And he couldn’t help but fall to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he tried to stop himself from screaming for you

He felt like he couldn’t breathe; there was an invisible hand wrapped around his throat, slowly and painfully strangling him

The dock beneath him seemed to be falling away, and he felt like he was falling with it, not into the water below, but into an endless void

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly regained control of his senses

There were a couple people kneeling beside him, hovering but not touching as they tried to talk him back to reality

He didn’t recognize them, so they were likely just concerned passerbys, but he appreciated them nonetheless

It took a while, but eventually he was calm enough to convince them to leave him be

Now that the initial panic had passed by, he felt empty, but at the same time, determined

He wasn’t sure how long he had taken for himself, but he felt ready to find you and bring you back home, where you belonged

Quickly finding someone willing to ferry him to the Lazaret for a certain price, he sat in a small boat, staring solemnly at the Lazaret as it slowly grew bigger

When he reached the shore, he asked the boat’s owner to wait just a while until his return with you

He pulled out the compass and followed it once more, refusing to look at his surroundings lest he fall into panic again

It lead him into the lone building occupying the island and he pushed down his rising fear again, focusing on the fact that every step brought him closer to you

And there you were; curled up to be as small as possible, sitting on the ash covered ground

He choked back a cry and very nearly threw himself at you, holding you tight and trying not to break down again

You were startled for sure— Asra hadn’t made a sound when he came in— but he didn’t seem to notice, too busy being relieved and repeating quietly out loud that you were alive, you were safe, you were with him

And frankly, if you started crying to, then nobody would be able to blame you

The two of you clung together, crying for different reasons, but crying nonetheless

Eventually Asra managed to pry himself away from you just enough to look deep into you eyes

His cries slowly turned to laughter out of relief that you were safe, back to crying because of where he had found you, back to laughter again because, yes, he had found you, and you were alive

All in all it was a very messy and confusing time for the both of you

But eventually calm and relative silence fell over you as a comforting blanket, save for the occasional sniffle or chuckle

Frankly, neither of you was in a state to talk things through at the moment

You would, for sure, as there was no way Asra would ever leave anything unresolved ever again, but for that one day, all he wanted to do was take you home and hold you close

He shakily pushed himself to his feet, and tried to help you up despite not being very stable himself

The two of you left the Lazaret hand in hand, relieved to be together, but knowing you had much to talk about later

[shadow--writer]

Kind of hurt/comfort? Main 6 + artist MC who's frustrated about not being able to get something quite right. The classic, it's attempt number 17 and yet that hand still doesn't look like it should, so they end up glowering and cursing at the paper/canvas, doubting their abilities. (yes, yes this is a self-callout)

ugh this is a callout post to ME. And I am UPSET ABOUT IT.

smfh

Main six x MC not quite right

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Julian

Ah this lad. This lad has no idea what tf you’re doing. I’m sorry but when it comes to the art process he’s left in the dark

But he gets upsetti when you get upset at your art because it’s BEAUTIFUL TO HIM DON’T BE ANGY :((

Drags you away with a kiss to the tip of your nose (“you need cuddles and to talk this out on the couch, scat. Doctor’s orders”)

If you whine he’ll kiss you softly to get you to hush a little. You have been working on that piece for HOURS now and you need a break >:C

Will cuddle you, play with your hair, and listen to you rant because LAWD KNOWS YOU NEED IT

Not great on the art side of things, but he feels the struggle of not getting something right. Gives pretty decent advice ngl

When you get back to work he’ll pop in from time to time with something to drink or snack on and a kiss

Will sit and tell stories as you work to keep you laughing and not caring about if it’s wrong. Even if it doesn’t turn out the best he’ll love it

Asra

Would laugh at you affectionately. Ruffles your hair with a kiss, tugging whatever you’re drawing with out of your hand (getting whatever’s on it on him)

Spins you around slowly, leading you into a dance. It quickly gets heated with your anger and him helping you get it out

Would sing to you as they waltz you out of the kitchen to get some snacks 

Faust would wiggle along with the two of you :D

Amazing listener with the BEST advice. Will listen to you stew about your latest piece over a nice cup of tea

Comes with you to see what’s wrong, hugging you from behind as you erase your latest attempt 

He (if you ask) helps you fix it. Usually by holding your hand and guiding it. Soft kisses to the back of your ear bc u gave them access to the area >:3

If needed he’ll angry nap with you, helping you get back to it later. Sometimes it’s good to step away, or get someone else’s help (IF YOU ASK)

Nadia

GOOD LAWD SHE FEELS THAT STRUGGLE SO MUCH

Would massage your shoulders as you rant about why the other hand is bugging you so freaking much

Always there for you when you need it for this STRUGGLE BUS OF A PROJECT

Gives great advice on the subject. Always mentions to take a break and come back to it later with fresh eyes (taking a bath, sleeping, or getting something to eat are great tips)

Will wrap her arms around your waist and watch you get back to work on it. If you like, she’ll rock the two of you back and forth with a low hum

Doubt your abilities and she gets a little annoyed. You are GREAT but sometimes stuff doesn’t turn out amazing and that is OKAY

If you finish it and it still doesn’t look right she’ll drag you away for angry snuggles. It’s okay it didn’t go well, you can try again later

For now she’s gonna reward you for giving it your best shot and seeing it through :)

Muriel

I HAVE SOME SOFT HEADCANONS FOR THIS MANS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO STRAP IN 

He would gently take your hands in his, not caring if you have paint, ink or charcoal on them

Just take you away from whatever you’re doing for some time to calm down and think things over

He makes you a nice cup of tea :], something to eat, and will just sit and listen to you complain and talk about what you’re working on

He doesn’t try to offer up stuff like “oh I’m sure it’s fine” because that’s not what you want to hear. So he suggests you take a short break for a little while

He’ll let you paint on his back, just random doodles :)

He’ll wear the doodles with pride as well. Generally he wants you away from what you’re doing to give you a bit of a break. 

And don’t doubt your abilities. Even if this doesn’t turn out how you want, he’ll still think it’s beautiful 

Portia

DRAGS UR ASS AWAY FROM WHAT YOU’RE DOING 

You need a break. If you are cursing at the canvas her instincts kick in and she’s dragging you away

Will set up something in the garden for you to attack your frustrations on. Generally it’s a canvas and paint for you to splatter on it. It gets MESSY

She gets MESSY

And it’s CUTE

Will listen to you yell and scream about how you can’t get the other eye while you WRECK a canvas with colour and get it all over the two of you

It always ends with the two of you covered in paint and her chasing you around the garden until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe 

And with your anger and frustration out, she’ll come join you as you get back to your piece. She’s your cheerleader!

Always there with a canvas to wreck and paint to splatter everywhere :D

Lucio

He would make something MUCH WORSE to make you feel better. A shitty drawing of him flexing? Y’all have like 80 of those now

Blocks what you’re working on with his body when he sees you frustrated (“Don’t you want to see something else artistic~?”)

Will take you to go steal treats from the kitchen as a distraction to calm you down

You’ll snack on cookies and he’ll listen to you rant :]. Ur very cute when ur frustrated. He doesn’t offer advice because he uh can’t but he’ll listen and admire you

Will doodle funny things on your arms so when you get back to drawing you have something to look at and giggle about

Loves doodling on u btw. Loves being doodled on as well

Really good at distracting you so you can get away from what you’re doing so when you come back you can see what you can do to fix it

If it still ends up poorly and you hate it....if you want a good scream he has some nice pillows to scream into 

And he’ll be there for you when you try again

[yanderepuck]

Ikevamp heat cycle

Wow you’re all horny

So @lulu-the-smol-floof and I believe that purebloods have a heat cycle like animals.  It happens every 4-5 years and can last from 2 weeks to a month and goddamn these bitches get horny.

But for all you horny bitches sake @shenevertricks1831 I will also write some head canons for the lessers as well.

@judgemental-seal @delicateikemenmemes @lulu-the-smol-floof @nafeary @bierunderdbeeren

First off.  Let me tell you that you do NOT want to be in the Castle when Vlad is in heat.  He mainly fucks Charles senseless, but sometimes you have to give that boy a break.  He might be kinky as fuck but he only has so much stamina. Faust locks himself in his lab.  He doesn’t want to deal with Vlad’s horny bullshit, but ends up having to anyway

BUT.  The mansion is a different story.  Luckily Leonardo’s and Comte’s have synced up after being with each other for so long, but for a while they weren’t.  But even if they both are in head at the same time, sometimes they want something different.

Leonardo will often go to Theo since he found out he likes him back.  He wondered why Leonardo was all over him all of a sudden.  Comte will sometimes go to Sebastian.  He doesn’t like to admit it, but he has gone to Arthur once or twice.

Getting like this also makes purebloods very territorial.  Meaning Leonardo gets even more over protective of Comte.  Vlad doesn’t have a chance getting around Comte when they’re like this.

Now lets act as if Lesser can also get this way.  It doesn’t last nearly as long two and a half weeks on average.  But poor MC

It didn’t kick in for anyone until after being a vampire for a year, even then they still weren’t at the same time.  Napoleon can barely handle himself around you as it is.  You’ve been wondering why he’s been a little rougher lately, trying to pull you into his bed even though you say you have things to do, because its the middle of the day.

Mozart hates feeling this way, but he knows there’s only one way to make it go away.  Luckily he doesn’t have that high of a sex drive as it is, so just a little bit here and there can get him through those few weeks.  But when he can’t handle it any longer you better be willing to go all night, because there’s no way he’s letting you go once he gives in.

Would Arthur really be any different?  Yes actually.  Instead of simply flirting he comes up behind you and starts kissing your neck, giving you little nibbles no matter where you are.  The two of you could be out and he’s asking for a quickie.  Which yes that’ll work for now, but don’t you think for a moment that it’s over.  He’ll pull you into his bedroom and just begin stripping you.

Poor Isaac.  He’s just trying to figure out a way to prevent this from happening.  It sorta makes him feel ashamed.  He has such a big bloodlust as it is, and now he just wants lust.  He’d try to distance himself from you because he knows that once he’s close to you he won’t be able to control it.  But you don’t know what’s going on, so when you go to check up on him he already has you pressed up against the wall, his lips on your neck and pressing himself against your body.  There’s no way he’s going to be gentle with you, he’s already been in heat for five days and hasn’t been able to touch you.

Vincent doesn’t understand what he’s feeling at first until he spots you.  That’s when he makes the connection.  He thinks he’s going to hurt you, and since all he has is a couch, it’s not too easy.  He probably ended up coming into your room and before you could say anything he shut the door behind him while kissing you. His hands were already under your clothes, he could barely control himself, and that’s exactly how you like to see him.

Theo thinks there’s something wrong with him when he starts feeling incredibly horny, and it will not go away.  He tries to just ignore it, but half way through the second day he can’t.  And when he sees you.  Well.  He’s ready to put you on a leash and tie you up so you can’t go anywhere.  He doesn’t want to stop touching you.  He gets very territorial over you, even towards Vincent.  He doesn’t want you near another guy.

Jean is just screaming.  He didn’t want to be a vampire and now he has to deal with this.  Well it may not be all bad.  Wither this is the first time or not, you’ll be able to show Jean some things. With how he’s acting you can tell and decide to help him out.  You start out topping him, but that doesn’t last long.  Once Jean figures out how good it feels and relieves some of the tension he’s taking over and taking you to pound town.

 Will tries to be a gentleman the best he can.  But on a normal day he has a hard time taking his eyes off you.  But during these few weeks?  He’s a little nervous for you to be in his presence.  He is rough with you has it is, and even though he knows you like it that way, he’s worried about going too far.  But you do come over and almost immediately you end up stripped and on his couch, kissing him with your hands bound.

Now with Dazai he tries to hide this feeling.  He feels like it isn’t right to feel this horny.  But it doesn’t take him long to realize what is going on.  This is a normal type of horny.  He goes in the thermae to relax but little did he know you were coming in too.  It had been a long day and you wanted to unwind, and you saw your man in there as well.  Perfect time to catch up with him.  Dazai attempted to keep a bit of a distance, but you assumed he was just playing hard to get and accidentally ended up corning him.  He couldn’t take it anymore and switched spots with you, putting you in the corner and kissing you, his hands went around to grab your ass, lifting you up a bit, pressing himself against your body.  Not what you were expecting, but you don’t object.

Even being a man of science Faust wasn’t sure what was going on the first time.  Yes he gets horny from time to time, but not like how he is now.  He tried to tell you he was doing something important and to leave him alone in his lab for a while, but did you listen?  No.  You wanted to bring him something to eat.  He’s been working hard.  You didn’t plan on staying since you didn’t want to bother him, but he said he was at a breaking point.  He ignored the food and lifted you up onto his table, pressing himself against you.  You hadn’t known what got into him, and before you could even say anything his lips were on yours and his hand was on your heat.

Charles can be horny as it is.  He’s very needy and that comes with it.  But he’s felt excessively horny for the past day.  He didn’t think much of it but the more he was around you the stronger it got.  At one point he even bared his fangs at Vlad for getting too close to you.  He hadn’t even realized he had done it.  But after that interaction he wanted to make sure Vlad’s touch on you didn’t linger.  His hands and lips were all over your body.  You try asking what has gotten into him all of a sudden, but he take your hand and puts it to his crotch and he starts leaving marks all over your neck.

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Leonardo won’t let you leave.  You might as well get comfy.  He can go all night as it is, but now he’s like this everyday for a month.  He ends up telling you about it a few days in and you just look at him and think about how sore you’re going to be and how much you’re going to love it. Of course Leonardo would never make you if you didn’t want to.  The aftercare is just as great. He’ll leave and come back with some of your favorite snacks.  For the most part you stick with being in your room or his room, but that doesn’t mean nothing has happened int he library.

Comte just wants to lock you in his room and not let you near any of the others.  He can’t stand to see you with someone else at this time.  The great thing with Comte is that he’s also one hell of a bottom, so you get to switch it up quite frequently.  For your sake you better not go around anyone else, especially Arthur.  The moment Comte hears another guy talking to you, he will sweep you off your feet and take you back to his room.

Vlad might actually lock you in his room.  You would have everything you need, but he might actually lock you in.  The thought of Charles being near you makes his blood boil, more than it does on a normal day.  He doesn’t even want Marshmallow to be getting any attention from you.   He is to have you all to himself.

Masterlist

[ill-skillsgard]

Anything faust!valter

I usually don't enjoy vague requests like this, but I was writing a Faust!V piece anyway. So, I'll just put this here.

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Warning: 18+ smut, mature language, anti-religious themes. **In this part: consensual sleep sex, family conflict, angst.**

Summary: Faust and Faith get caught in the act, propelling Faith to do the one thing she never thought herself capable: defy her father.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

A warm prodding awakened Faith in the early hours. Faust was pressed against her naked back, chest and stomach soft and contoured to her spine. Lower down, he nudged her with a growing erection. It twitched across her tailbone once, twice, and so on, in reflection with the man's heartbeat. He felt enormous behind her. Drawing his knees up, his thighs balled her and squeezed.

His breath spread over the back of her neck, followed by a crawling moan. Faust curled his hips under hers, seeking out the sleek warmth between her legs. They had fallen asleep with the TV on, and the same non-stop pornographic advertisements played with the volume low. The ruddy morning glow swirled up the moans, tenderizing the bedded bodies in low heat.

Faust whispered through strands of hair, "can I be inside of you?"

Faith raised her right leg, providing him access which he took with a slow but forceful stab. He trusted her whimpers and went along with each one, finding a steady rhythm guided by her noises. Sleep still licked at his eyelids, teaming with comfort to lead Faust back into a restful embrace. Even her enclosing wetness wasn't enough to keep his eyes open.

This process repeated. Faust fought lazily to stay awake, to stay hard inside of her. Faith didn't seem to mind the five-minute doses of lovemaking with a reprieve to doze. Car alarms, porn trailers and a gentle buzzing went off, ignored by the sleepy couple.

Faust picked up the pace eventually and lifted Faith's leg for less resistance. He slammed into her, wrapping one long arm around her midriff to keep her from bouncing across the bed. Anchored, Faith let the stretch soothe her to the core. Having him inside, muted and reserved to the pleasure and not the filth, was a rarity she longed to savour. Too often, Faust spent their time together teasing, making her feel like the hungry one, the desperate one. Now, he was the one who couldn't hold back.

"Faith... I'm gonna come soon."

Before she replied, he angled her face to smother her mouth with a kiss. His lips devoured her moans, tongue licking hers. He sent his hand down to her groin and pressed his index and middle finger together to create the perfect cushion for her clit.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "Yes, that's amazing."

"Mm, good. I need you to come at the same time as me."

The request struck Faith softer than his usual demands. Faust always told her exactly what to do, at the precise time, through clenched teeth, and if she failed to meet his expectations, he hissed and scolded her. Not this time. Faust paused his movements to get her up to speed.

"Mm, more, please," Faith said.

He fed her half his length. Anything more, and she would clench and mewl. Faust didn't want that kind of thing today. Working her clit with his fingers and pumping himself into her with care, Faust forgot everything.

Faith's cell phone continued to rumble. The first few rounds of vibrations had gone unnoticed, but now Faith was starting to worry. It broke her concentration, robbed Faust's caresses of poignancy. It was Sunday morning, and she hadn't checked in with her parents in a few days. By the shade of light filtering through the rust-coloured drapes, she deduced it couldn't be later than noon.

"Faust...I should answer my phone."

"No, baby. Just stay here. Get close with me."

"I can't," she said. "What if it's..."

"Don't answer. What's more important? Me, or him? You're a big girl. Make your own decisions."

Faith closed her eyes and waited for the vibrations to cease. Faust had not stopped slowly easing his cock inside of her, then out and back in. He delivered one stroke that was harder than the others and hooked her attention back to him.

"Come on, beautiful. Help me come."

It was another hour before Faust came to his shuddering end and spilled a shocking amount of cum both inside Faith and between her thighs. It dripped onto the bed, soaked the sheets and continued dribbling from her cunt even as he climbed down the bed to position his face there. He licked her from hole to clit, over and over until she moaned animatedly.

"Oh my god, Faust."

"You like that, baby? Let me lick that cum-soaked pussy for you."

Faust pinched the sensitive crest, revealing her clit and applying pressure. He used the months he'd spent eating her out to pull out all the tricks. He teased her opening with his middle finger, flicking her clit periodically to make her nerves jump.

"So much fucking cum in there. Oh, it's so nice watching it all dripping out of that perfect hole."

Again, the commotions of the outside world faded into obscurity while they played in their private bubble. Not even the indecency on the TV screen compared to Faust's green eyes watching her reactions while a perfect pair of lips toyed with every inch of her womanhood. She stroked his long hair back, but the black tresses fell over his face until he shouldered them out of the way.

"Are you ready to come for me, Faith?"

"Mm, yes. I'm ready."

"Yeah? What do you want? My fingers a bit harder? Suck your clit?"

"Both," she gasped.

Faust served two equally measured stimulations, enhanced by the slippery sound of his tongue. The peak fell into line, nudged forward by the mix of incentives working together to tickle her beyond pleasure. The noise delighted Faith, filled her with arousal, and she twisted and writhed as her climax approached. Matched with Faust's deep moans, the television and cars passing by on the street faded into obscurity. All thoughts of her neglected cell phone disappeared.

All of this smashed against an invisible wall and shattered before realization. There was a temperamental rapping at the door, followed by the boom of Faith's name from the other side. Faith shot up and away from Faust, clutching for a pillow to block her nudity.

"Faith! You better get out here, girl!"

"Daddy?"

"Oh, shit," said Faust. "Go to the bathroom. Now. Go on!"

Faith scrambled off the bed and grabbed her shredded panties from where Faust threw them the night before. In her haste, she missed her top and only brought her skirt into the washroom for coverage.

Faust wiped his glistening mouth, let the pounding at the door go unanswered until he caught his breath and climbed into his boxers. Prepared to face Stan, he wrenched open the door and found the man fuming, ready to throw his fists.

"Where is she?" Stan asked, bowling through the door and into the motel room where pornography still flashed on the TV.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Faith! Get out here now."

"You need to get the fuck out, right now. Faith's not here."

"Bullshit! Her phone's right there on the table."

Stan went to the bathroom door and banged hard enough the wood jumped from its frame. Faust hauled the man away from the door and met swift resistance.

"You can't be in here!"

"Don't tell me what I can't do. You have my daughter!"

"Daddy, please stop!" Faith cried from the other side of the bathroom door.

Stan glared at Faust with heat snapping behind his eyes. Not one to succumb to intimidation, Faust planted his feet and motioned for the man to leave.

"Don't make this violent, Stan. Faith's with me. She's a fucking adult."

The father noticed the television and spat on the carpet.

"She will never see you again if I have anything to do with it."

"That's just it... There's nothing you can do. So, I suggest you get the fuck out of here before something bad happens."

Stan ignored Faust and knocked on the door again.

"Faith, get dressed. You're coming with me."

"Daddy, you have to leave. I don't have any clothes."

"You son of a bitch," Stan hissed. "What the fuck have you done to my daughter? First, you don't answer calls, then I find you in here fornicating with this scumbag? What the hell is wrong with you, Faith?"

"Look, man, she doesn't have any clothes. Get the fuck out so she can at least get dressed. Or do you plan on dressing her yourself?"

Stan ignored Faust's comments with a sneer. "Have you forgotten your phone's tracking? How did you think this would end, Faith? Your mother and I thought you were taken! Get dressed right now, young lady. You are in for the punishment of your life!"

Faust followed Stan outside and watched the preacher thrash his fists. He recognized the car in front and smirked. The father's anger spread, fuelling Faust's urge to retaliate.

"You'll never keep her away from me," said Faust with a laugh.

"Shut your mouth."

"Can't handle the truth, can you? You hate that she loves me. You hate the thought of someone like me with her."

Stan whipped a warning look at Faust. The air outside was cool and raised goosebumps over his bare skin, but inside, his guts boiled. Faust longed for a more violent reaction. He wanted fire and destruction.

"I fucked her. You've no idea how many times I've fucked her."

Faith made it outside in time to witness her father advance on Faust. She shrieked as Stan's fist made contact with Faust's jaw and sent him reeling backward. He clenched the side of his chin and laughed, blood already coating his teeth.

"Oh, nice shot, big man. Come on. Beat the shit out of me. Show your daughter how a man handles things."

"Get in the car, Faith," Stan pointed.

"No, Daddy. I'm not leaving."

"Faith! I said get in the car!"

"No, Daddy! I won't go with you!"

Faith ran to Faust and threw herself around him, burying her face under his arm. Faust popped his brows and snickered.

"It's okay, babe. I'm fine. It was a good punch, though. Enough for an assault charge."

Faust kissed the top of Faith's head, eyes pinned to Stan while he licked his teeth.

"Get over it, preacher. She's mine."

"Stop it! Both of you stop, right now!" Faith pushed off Faust and stood in the middle of them. "Daddy, you have to go. I'm not a baby, and I'm not going to church. You can move the whole family across the country if you want to, but I'm staying and going to school."

"You are not missing church," Stan said.

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions. And I'm disabling my phone's tracker. This is an invasion of my privacy. And Faust... You keep quiet, too! Both of you."

The manager of the motel stepped out of the office, interested in the source of the commotion but not concerned enough to call the police. Fights broke out on the property all the time. Drapes pulled back, and anonymous eyes surveyed the scene as well. Faith suddenly felt far too exposed to the possibility a gust of wind might lift her skirt and reveal her nakedness. She reserved to make a point to Faust to stop ruining her underwear, but that would have to wait.

"Get in your car, drive back home, and maybe I won't press charges, old man," Faust negotiated.

"I'm not leaving without my daughter."

"Fine. You can stay here and explain to the cops why you punched me in the face and how you're trying to abduct an adult who has already stated multiple times that she doesn't want to leave. I'm sure that will all sound really nice to your congregation."

"Faith... You have one more chance. Get in, or else," Stan opened the car door.

She shook her head while disbelief of her actions sickened her stomach. Not once had she ever defied her father. Before the morning's incident, she didn't believe she had it in her to refuse him. The sky didn't turn red, and the earth refused to break open and swallow her. Faith understood what Faust had been saying; she didn't have to listen to anyone but herself.

Defeated, Stan got into the family car, staring at his daughter through the windshield. His oldest daughter, who he barely recognized, returned the stare until he drove off. Once the car turned the corner and was out of sight, Faust began to laugh.

"Stop laughing! Why do you think this is funny?" Faith asked.

"I dunno. It just is."

"No, it's not! Do you understand the trouble I'm in? You don't know what my dad will do. I'll have to move! I can't afford my own place working part-time."

"Baby, don't worry. You're not moving away from me. I won't let you."

Faith's delayed reaction hit all at once, like a storm cloud bursting above her head. Fiery tears stung her eyes as panic erupted from within her ribcage.

"So, what? You're gonna let me move in with you? Live in your tiny room with your weird roommate, who you hate? Because I highly doubt Mister Solitary will want me around twenty-four seven. You already can't handle more than a couple of days around me at once."

"Faith...Baby, come on. Don't say that kind of shit. We'll find our own place, obviously."

"You don't have a job anymore! You quit your band!"

"Doesn't matter. Just trust me. Stop crying, and trust me, okay? I'll get it all worked out. You have two more months at school before we have to make any moves. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?"

"No," Faith peeped. "I guess not."

"I got this, Faith. Stop worrying. You're with me, and that's all that matters, right?"

She nodded. Faust pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Everything's gonna be fine. I promise."

[genderfluid-insomniac]

"Cuddles for Leaving Me so Long" ~ Asra x reader

words: 1.2k

Rearranging some herbs and artifacts on the shelves, checking the names, and writing down the ones you were out of, eventually sitting down at the corner of the shop. The plush cushions and blankets surrounding a small table in the middle of the rounded room.

You waited for Asra to get back from a long journey he had been on, unfortunately, you couldn’t go with him because the shop needed someone to take care of it and everyone else was out of the question because they were all busy.

It’s not that he didn’t think you could handle it, he knew you were more than capable of keeping yourself safe but he didn’t want to take any chance of you getting hurt after what happened on the island long ago.

Dwelling in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, and steps come up behind you. “Friend!” Hearing that voice call out to you, turning around and smiling at who you saw in the doorway.

“Asra! You’re back!”

Rushing to hug your partner, wrapping your arms around his coat, and taking off his bag to help him get settled. You both embraced each other for a bit white Faust slithered around your necks, poking your cheek with her tongue.

You turned back to Asra you quickly kiss him on the lips, rubbing your thumb on his cheek. Taking his coat and hanging it on a hook, catching him staring at your curves and gorgeous features.

“So how was it? I missed you so much. It gets quiet around here without the two of you, aside from Julian breaking in at night occasionally.” You laughed, leading him upstairs to where the two of you lived.

Asra laughed along with you, his curly white hair falling in ringlets over his violet eyes. “Yes, I can imagine. We probably should change the locks just to be safe, we can’t just keep letting him break-in, can we?”

Sitting down with Faust coiling around your arm, nuzzling your neck while you poured some tea that you had gotten from downstairs. Asra grabbed some cups from the cupboard, setting them down on a wooden table and hugging your waist as you pour the crushed herbs in the cups.

These were the moments you loved and treasured, the small bits of love and care between adventures and chaotic events that were bound to happen. You rested your head against Asra’s shoulders, feeling his soft hair and white flowy collar brush your forehead.

You hummed as the magician pecked your nose and clasped your hands together, pouring some hot water in the two cups guiding you over the bed with confusion written on your face. Well, it wasn’t really a ‘bed’ more like a nest of pillows, blankets, and silky fabrics covering a mattress.

“Let’s get settled somewhere more comfortable. I’ll tell you all about my travels.” He whispered, blowing some air over his cup to cool it down before taking a sip from the herbal concoction. The two of you laid down among the countless pillows and coverings on each other, your head resting on Asra’s chest.

He had you angled so you could look at him but also rest comfortably. Your lover really did think of everything and how could you not love him? His seemingly mesmerizing violet eyes lighting up when he laughed or got excited. His soft lips curving up when he gazed at something he loved, most of the time in reaction to you, but highlighting his bright smile that gave you so much hope.

There were so many reasons that you loved him and you could never list them all because it would take an eternity.

Then there was Faust, the adorable little serpent that slithered into your heart and made her home. The light blue, purple, and pink-toned snake always keeping close to one of you out of habit, becoming more fond of you as your relationship with Asra grew and opting to stay with you sometimes when Asra went off on an adventure.

As Asra explained what he experienced throughout the world and magic realm, you could see that spark in his eyes light up and he lovingly met your gaze, the flickering light from the candle illuminating his tan skin.

“You know, I missed you so much. Being able to hold you, touch you, kiss your beautiful face,” Softly kissing your lips, putting his empty cup down and cupping your cheek. You leaned into it and deepened the kiss, humming in satisfaction.

The kiss was sweet and loving, not passionate and heavy like past ones. It had been so long since you were able to be with Asra like this and you were determined to enjoy at a slow pace.

Eventually, you both parted for air, taking in every stunning part of the other. Pulling him down on top of you giggling with a smile wide across both of your faces. Studying all the bits that couldn’t be seen from far away.

“I fall for you every time I look at you, it’s like the first time. How whatever you wear hugs your curves, those perfect lips that never stop kissing me. Don’t even get me started on those detailed heavenly eyes of yours, I could compliment those all day.”

Asra placed soft kisses wherever he complimented, his gaze never leaving yours. Running his hands all over your body and whispering sweet nothings, a light blush blooming across your cheeks.

“How just my voice can make a pretty blush appear on your face, you’re so helpless to my teasing and praise. That’s the best part, that I can keep praising you and telling you what I love about you and I get this reaction.”

He lifted up your face with a hand under your chin, giving you kiss on your nose and chuckling softly. The blush on your face cools down, as you take a turn to compliment your lover in return.

“Now where do I start with you, baby. That alluring voice paired with those vibrant purple eyes. You work so hard and yet never fail to protect me, always overcoming a new challenge. How your tan skin compliments your sculpted muscles but I would love you however you looked. You light touches that you make when we go out, I love that you always find a way to touch me.”

This was one of the rare moments that you loved, where you saw a cherry blush appear on the magician’s face, smiling with so much intimacy. Neither of you held power over the other, taking turns praising the other till the moon was the only light in the room.

You had put the candles out a while ago, agreeing to enjoy the natural light the moon and stars gave off, laying in each other’s arms. The scent of lavender and peppermint weaving around you, lulling you to sleep.

[pseudofaux]

I'm partially embarrassed to request this hence the anonymity but I couldn't pass up asking for Ikevamp Charles abs body worship? Either or him doing the action to or reader to him. Actually reader granting Charles some sexy under table worship while seated at dinner sounds hot. Faust and Vlad get so much love he gets left behind I feel like. If you don't know his characterization well it's ok. I'll probably write something hot myself when my sexy imagination kicks in. Which oh boy I think it has. Love ya lots Pseu! You're writing is impeccable as always. :)

Ohhhhhhh, this is a really good idea and I think you are right on all counts! Originally I was going to have him seated with someone and open this with the other person (Faust?) asking “Where is she?” (🥵), but I think Mssr. Sanson could reeeeally benefit from some words during worship, so this is just the two of them. Please enjoy! And I hope when you write what you are inspired to that it makes you really happy. Or that it already did!❣️

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

The castle’s dining chairs are upholstered with silk, because... well, what else would be in Vlad’s beautiful home? That silk is fitted over very fine, full stuffing, and the arms are carved wood, dark and polished. The waxy scent of the polish gets in Charles-Henri’s nostrils in this place. He doesn’t mind it, but he is surprised how unavoidable it can be, even over her perfume. Even over what she is doing to him.

Which is, carefully and reverently, making him insane.

Her pretty skirt is spread out over her knees and the floor like a tent, the circle of it impeded only by the legs of his chair. And her mouth is on him and murmuring endless love. Her words might be silly if anyone were to write them down, but it’s like she took them right out of the darkest, loneliest places of his brain, and she doesn’t trip over them, so he is under her spell and her lips, and he does not want to get away.

“You’re delicious,” she says, so sweetly he laughs.

“You can’t taste me the way I can taste you,” he reminds her. She just hums like she is at the top of the food chain and fondles his balls like she is on the lowest rung of society. He shivers, not for the first time.

“You are,” she insists, sucking a tiny kiss onto his hip, “Delicious.”

“Whatever you say,” he mumbles, so pleased he is jittery. His soul knows and fears that any moment this attention could be snatched away, and he wants it but he can’t depend on it...

“So smooth,” she whispers, her harmless fingernails scraping down what she can reach of the inside of his legs. She knelt there a few moments ago and opened the front of his trousers like it was nothing, and she has been touching him and mouthing him and speaking to him ever since. Charles doesn’t know why this is happening (Did Vlad order her to do this, as some kind of reward for him?), and he won’t rely on it, but he is enjoying it. The way he bobs beside her cheek is proof enough of that.

Surely she feels it? She is gripping him.

“This part,” she whispers, squeezing him and beginning to tug, release, stroke with a practiced touch, “This is so wonderful. The things you do to me with it. I’m so happy I can do things to you, too.”

His fingers drum on the table like he’s playing a sonata. “You can’t,” he says. It’s weak. He’s weak. “You don’t have the power... to do anything.”

She chuckles from the place in her throat he wants to touch when he comes. And maybe she will let him, since she seems to be pulling all the things he wants out of his head tonight, here in this empty dining room. Even if he couldn’t feel all her kisses-- and he can-- he can hear them.

“It’s perfect. You are perfect, Charles-Henri,” she says. She kisses the tip of him and her lips come away sticky. She gives it right back to him when she mouths all her praises all over again down his length. “Smooth... so handsome... so very strong... delicious.” She breathes in through her nose, tucked down by his groin, and it’s such a deep inhale that it tickles him and makes him feel like she is trying to take him in every way she can. Does the hair above his cock tickle her nose? She doesn’t flinch.

“I like the way you smell,” she says as she sighs out the breath. It’s hot and damp against his already-agitated skin. Dreamily, she adds “But I love the way you feel. Want you in my mouth.”

What can he say to that? He’s not afraid of her, there’s nothing she can even do to him, but what she is doing to him... if she stops, he feels like his mind will break, and not in clean slice but in a terrible rendering with tears and uneven edges. This entire situation is so dangerous, it’s dark and lusty and makes him feel so good he doesn’t feel safe trusting it. But he can play along. He can always play along.

“Take me in your mouth, then,” he says. He wants it to be dry, but his eagerness bleeds out of him like the juice of an overripe squeezed fruit and makes it sound like a challenge, like he’s not just playing along over her head but playing with her. Thankfully, she takes the challenge, her wet mouth opening around him and sliding down like she is determined to play, too.

He puts his head back against the dark, polished wood of the back of the chair and groans at the feel of her on him. Can love exist in a mouth that is not speaking? Can he shove himself into the deepest part of her throat? Has she ever done this before? His mind is all questions and sensation, centered on how she sucks at him as she pulls back.

Her hum is accompanied by a slight sway. It looks like she is dancing, sinuous. Seductive.

Charles slides his hands off the table, smoother than a snake, and puts them in her hair. “Is that all you wanted?” he whispers to her. She shakes her head with a closed-mouth smile. “Then have more,” he hisses, and pulls her close. He doesn’t even touch the seam of her lips because she opens for him so readily, and that thought and her plush tongue make him groan again. He pulls her (and she goes, easily) all the way down, until her body rebels and convulses around him, then he pulls her back. “More?” he asks. “More of that?”

He is not prepared for the way she rasps a needy yes, or for the way his hands have to chase her head as she goes back to her work. When she pulls away her spit clings to him and it is thick with his early seed, a glimmer in the dimness of the room. “I always want more of you,” she promises before she goes right back down. And as she moves her head down his length and pulls off with wet pops and smacks, she keeps talking, keeps saying so many of the things he’s been wanting to hear. Not needing. Only wanting. but he has been wanting.

She swears under her breath, and slurps, and calls him manly. The base of each of her palms finds the front of hips and holds him tight while she moans on him. “I love this,” she tells him. “I love you.”

It shoots through him like a downfall of arrows. He should be cut open but he only shudders and tries to figure out how to urge her on without betraying how badly he wants her to keep going. Shouldn’t she know, isn’t that why she is doing this?

“Wish I could just stay here,” she sighs before taking him wet and deep. She makes some noise that feels like a gargle around him, like his cock is in a mineral spring, and his cum soaks her windpipe and her mouth as she slowly pulls back without a single cough. He would miss it if he did not feel quite so euphoric from all her words. They might be dangerous, but that’s because they were so good.

“Delicious,” she whispers with a wet, white smile. The pink of her tongue is paler under the coat of cream she seems so proud of. He stares, unwilling to blink, as she slowly moves it over her lips. When she is done she hums like she has just had a wonderful meal, though he was the only one at the table with a plate. Even if it was for show.

Her gasp when he hauls her up and throws her onto the pillow of her skirts on the table is really all he needs to live, he thinks. He takes her on the table and keeps his ear right by her mouth and his mouth right by her ear, so he can murmur all the possessive filth she’s risen to his surface like floodwaters. And catch everything she might say, too. Just in case she says anything else as he’s pounding her into the dark polished wood, pushing the scent of wax into her skin.

“You like me,” he chants several times. “Delicious.” Her earlobe has no taste of its own, but it is the most wonderful texture in his delicate bite. Some day soon he’ll give her the holes for several new earrings, he thinks. But for now he’ll fuck into her all the things he’s not going to say, because for now he is just playing along. He can always play along. Or so he tells himself.

[stardustincarnate]

ASRA HEADCANONS !

because i am an asra simp.

━ the easiest way to fall asleep is to cuddle him as he sings for you

━ no kidding he has the voice of an angel JDUXISUXJDUS

━ although he only sings occasionally and particularly if you have trouble sleeping

━ then if you still can't sleep he'd whisper stuffs to you like how much you mean to him and all that sweet and assuring phrases lovers say

━ IT'S ASMR

━ you will often and unconsciously nuzzle his hair or run your fingers through it because it's so damn fluffy and soft

━ no worries. he loves it so he wouldn't complain

━ in fact he blushes so hard he'll end up just hiding his face on your neck

━ once you two finally get yourselves to sleep don't be surprised if you wake up some time in midnight and find your legs tangled altogether

━ maybe in awkward hugging positions too

━ l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶b̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶o̶n̶e̶y̶

━ b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶r̶i̶v̶i̶l̶e̶g̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶i̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶g̶l̶a̶d̶

━ but yEAh who the heck cares? we've defeated the devil baby so we deserve hugs and all that wholesome stuffs 24/7

━ when you wake up the first thing you'll see is his beautiful amethyst irides.

━ and if that isn't a view then i literally don't know what is

━ if you're a morning person you'd be more than happy to cook with him to start the day and you two would talk while you're at it

━ lots of hugs too

━ faust squeezing you both because she's your child

━ it would be a romantic breakfast. ya know? him feeding you and vice versa

━ I̶ ̶P̶E̶R̶S̶O̶N̶A̶L̶L̶Y̶ ̶T̶H̶I̶N̶K̶ ̶T̶H̶A̶T̶ ̶I̶T̶'̶S̶ ̶R̶E̶A̶L̶L̶Y̶ ̶C̶U̶T̶E̶ ̶D̶O̶N̶'̶T̶ ̶@̶ ̶M̶E̶

━ O̶R̶ ̶I̶T̶'̶S̶ ̶J̶U̶S̶T̶ ̶C̶U̶T̶E̶ ̶B̶C̶S̶ ̶I̶T̶'̶S̶ ̶A̶S̶R̶A̶  ><

━ but if you're someone who automatically gets cranky first thing in the morning like yours truly, he'd tell you to go back to sleep since you look like you still need it

━ then he'd wait for maybe 2-3 hours. by that time the food he cooked has already grown cold so he'll heat it up while you sit and pet faust

━ if you two are in the mood you'd visit the magical realms. think of it as a date, with him taking you to places he had been before

━ but now he's not alone. he's with you, the love of his life

━ and with your snek child

━ SERIOUSLY every date is an unforgettable adventure

━ when the day ends of course you're left so tired of how many things you've done and discovered with him that you just want to flop down your bed and hold him in your embrace

━ so you do

━ but despite having such a long day already your energies rouse and

NSFW               NSFW               NSFW NSFW               NSFW               NSFW

━ IT'S THE KISS' FAULT!

━ a wholesome kiss that turns into what you think it is and all because you can't stop yourself from constantly kissing him and abusing his lips

━ THEY'RE JUST SO SOFT LIKE THEY REALLY ARE AND PLUMP THAT IT'S INTOXICATING

━ like marshmallow but better

━ i spEak from experience wIth my sOft bAbE

━ ...i sound like a really thirsty asra stan rn...

━ IGNORE THAT

━ BUT YEAH he's cool with that sure kiss him all you want

━ you move to his jawline and to his collarbone, leaving hickeys there

━ he moans

━ HE FUCKING MOANS

━ and you lose it

━ it's his fault for making that sound so seductive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

━ and well... you know the drill

━ vanilla sex? YES

━ a little bit slow. you two like taking your time

━ since you're making love and not just having sex

━ he'll intertwine your fingers and kiss your forehead after reaching his climax (or vice versa)

━ " i love you mc "

━ " i love you too.. "

━ OHOHOHO BUT HERE'S THE THING

━ don't let the word master slip from your mouth..... or do

━ things are going to get really kinky

━ if you call him that in other occasions he'd only get shy and blush so bad

━ but at a time like this? honey i hope you're prepared because he's gonna be in control now

━ THINGS ARE GONNA GET WIIIILD

━ rAaAaaAaWRrR

━ S̶U̶S̶K̶S̶H̶Z̶J̶S̶U̶A̶ ̶E̶N̶D̶ ̶M̶E̶

━ G̶D̶I̶ ̶I̶ ̶K̶N̶E̶W̶ ̶T̶H̶I̶S̶ ̶W̶A̶S̶ ̶A̶ ̶B̶A̶D̶ ̶I̶D̶E̶A̶

━ so yeah

━ at this point i don't even know if faust is still there or not

━ THAT POOR CHILD

━ asra hugs you and apologizes if he had been too rough with you but you say otherwise as you nuzzle his hair

━ the conversation only goes that far since you two fall into sleep immediately in exhaustion

━ you couldn't be more happy

━ a life, a future, with him? it's too good to be true. you consider yourself the luckiest person in this planet.

━ what more can you ask for?

━ haha yeah it's too good to be true so you wake up and realize that he's just a fictional character that will never be yours

━ WEEP WITH ME

[apprentice-maliya]

the things you don’t say, i’ll make them mine

pairing: asra/mali’ya cw: none, just some pre-plague, light angst and fluff because i am self-indulgent and i missed them. also stargazing (kinda). enjoy ! word count: 2.2k song(s): lover and the archer by taylor swift

With a snap of Asra’s fingers, the candles in the shop lit up all at once. The sudden light was almost blinding in their eyes, still used to the dark shades of the storm hovering above the city that merged into the soft, pink and orange hues of sundown. Behind him, Mali’ya sealed the door with a spell so that the rain wouldn’t get in, leaving at least the shop alone and dry.

The golden mark was still glowing on the wooden surface when she turned to her friend, pleased to see that he had already put the bags in a corner where they wouldn’t bother them. In the meantime, Faust had slowly emerged from the worn-out scarf he was wearing, and was now taking a careful peek at her surroundings.

Asra laughed, shaking his head to let the raindrops fall away from his white curls. “That was close.”

“Please don’t do that,” Mali’ya said, though she was soon betrayed by her own amusement when a small smile appeared on her lips. She gladly accepted Asra’s hands holding hers, shivering when the heat coming from his warming spell dried out any trace of damp in her clothes and her hair as well. Once he was done, Mali’ya sighed in relief.

“We should clean up,” she suggested, taking off her shoes since, in the hurry of getting inside and taking refuge from the storm, she’d forgotten to. “I’m sure we left some mud when we walked in.”

Asra waved a hand as to dismiss the option. “Or we could get away with it with little to no effort,” he suggested before the stains disappeared from the blue-coloured tiles with another snap of fingers, as if they’d never been there in the first place.

He rubbed his hands one against the other, giving her a satisfied look. “Easy peasy, right?” Asra grinned. “Now, let’s set up camp for the night.”

Mali’ya stared at the floor—she still wasn’t that accustomed to using magic to solve even the smallest inconvenience, and it showed—but upon hearing that, she glanced at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Rummaging in their bags as he was probably searching for their blankets, Asra shrugged. “Seems like a waste of a lovely night to me, don’t you think?”

She could tell he was smiling while saying that, still Mali’ya hesitated. It wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate the idea; on the contrary, she was eager to see what Asra had in store for her with that change of plans. After all, aside from the couple of nights she’d slept in the wild, on the run to Vesuvia with her aunt and her girlfriend, Mali’ya had no idea what camping really implied: Asra had told her about gathering your own food, sharing stories around the fireplace and stargazing as though it was nothing out of the ordinary for him, and, in hindsight, Mali’ya now realised that wasn’t but his everyday life. The life of someone who had nothing else in the world but himself.

In comparison, the years she’d spent in Venterre were a walk in the park.

Would you like to come live with me?

Her lips parted without her thinking. Once, almost a year back from that moment―a lifetime, really―her aunt had asked her that same, exact question. For the first time someone had brought up the possibility for her to dream, provided the instruments for her to make her own choices, and there she was, months later, living her happiest days in a place she’d learnt to call home.

All of that because at some point, someone cared.

It was truly that simple.

I could ask him now.

“Besides,” Asra added, silently commanding one end of a jute string to tie itself around the knob of the backroom door, before he pointed his digits towards the entrance handle for the other end to do the same, “I wanted to show you some cool tricks.”

Mali’ya watched as he tossed a sheet over the tensed thread, thinking that they definitely needed something heavy to secure the cloth on the floor if they wanted something close to a tent-shaped, homemade fort, or even one of her bedsheets so it would be easier to make it wider and more comfortable for the two of them.

All things considered, there was enough space in her room for another bed.

Finally, she spoke. “We should ask aunt—”

A voice coming down from the stairs interrupted her mid-sentence, before the thin silhouette of her tutor, neatly wrapped up in her frilly pink housecoat, appeared on the landing. “Ask me what?” She inquired, throwing them an inquisitive though sleepy glance.

“Sorry for waking you.” Mali’ya immediately apologised, bending down the string to approach her. “We were on the way to the clearing you showed us last time when the storm hit, and then we...”

In that moment, as to prove the truth in her words, a thunder echoed above them, followed by the even more violent sloshing of rainpour against the rooftop. Heralia looked up with a sigh, not at all impressed with the tantrums of summer, then noticed the blanket hanging sideways on the jute thread. “And I get that you don’t intend to give up on your stargazing, is that right?”

“That was my idea,” Asra stepped in, kneeling down to place one of the doorstops on the hem of the blanket. “You suggested that we studied the constellations in detail since the sky is clearer and it’s meteor shower season. Shall we perhaps postpone our lesson?” he challenged her, staring at his mentor with an innocent smile and a cunning glint in the eyes.

Heralia scoffed. “Do as you please, I don’t care.” A yawn ran past her lips, so she turned around with a shrug to climb up the stairs and go back to the comfort of her bed. “Just make sure you fall asleep at a reasonable hour and put everything back in place before opening, tomorrow.”

“We will, I promise.” Mali’ya nodded, surprised at how easily her aunt had given in this time. “Thank you, and goodnight.” Heralia hummed something in return that she didn’t quite catch, but since her mentor didn’t repeat herself Mali’ya supposed it was nothing important.

Clasping her hands together, she looked down at Faust, who was slithering around freely on the floor now that her aunt was gone. “Wait,” she told Asra, “Let’s use my bedsheets for the tent.”

- - -

Half an hour later, sitting comfortably amongst soft pillows and a couple of warm blankets, Mali’ya traced carefully each word printed on the astronomy book that lied open on her lap.

“What is…” she started, squinting in the dim glow of the small ball of light floating just above Asra’s hand. “What is an ‘Equinox’?”

“That’s when day and night have more or less the same duration,” he explained, stretching his limbs by her side like a cat that just woke up after a long nap. He couldn’t help a yawn. “Equinoxes mark the start of spring and autumn, so they happen twice a year.”

At that, something in Mali’ya’s chest fluttered with triumph. “Oh! I think I got it.”

With half-lidded eyes, Asra followed the movements of the quill in her personal journal as she wrote down the definition. “You want me to spell it out for you?”

“Yes, please.” Her voice was nothing but a bashful whisper.

A hand ran up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she nodded again, jade eyes steady on every letter in fear of messing them up. He couldn't really see it, but a hint of blush painted her cheeks with something akin to shame; there was still so much she had to learn after all, and since Asra was way ahead of her in terms of magic knowledge, she always felt like she was only slowing him down.

“How do you say that in Venterrean?”

She didn’t even lift her eyes from the page. “Rivnodennya.”

Her handwriting was still unsure, he noticed from where he was lying, almost childlike and adorned with ink stains and spelling mistakes; but despite that, a pleased little smile had come to grace her lips, together with a quiet satisfaction that danced in her eyes every time she made some progress. Shyly, a pair of small dimples also appeared on her freckled cheeks, matching his own.

Pretty.

“And Solstice?”

Mali’ya still wasn’t looking at him, and a moment passed before she was done writing. Finally, she closed her handwritten dictionary with a soft thud. “Sorry, I don’t know what that means.”

Asra smiled, shaking his head with a light huff, before eventually giving up on lying on the blanket so he could sit up and borrow the astronomy book from her.

“I told you, you don’t have to apologise for every word you don’t know.” He flipped a couple of pages like he meant to find a specific chapter or image; peeking at him, Mali’ya couldn’t help but notice how the words slid under his eyes without him even noticing them. Just how much did he know on the matter? And who taught him all that, given that he was only a year and a half older than her?

Asra was such a mystery, she thought. He possessed extraordinary talent and a unique predisposition for magic, was resourceful and clever, but nobody seemed to have acknowledged that yet. In her modest opinion, his shine would only have gone to waste, had him kept busying himself with their lessons.

In the end, Mali’ya saw him settle for a star chart.

If only I wasn’t such a slow learner. Mother always said I―

To her surprise, Asra set the book aside and reached for one of their bags. “Solstice marks the first day of winter and summer, by the way.”

She was still lost in thought when she answered, “That’s sontsestoyannya.”

“Oh,” was all he managed to say as he handed her a smaller bag, the one filled with the berries they’d picked on their way to the woods just the other day. “Sounds complicated. Vesuvian is pretty different from Venterrean, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Mali’ya agreed, taking out a single blueberry from the sack. It was soft and full between her digits and the rind was just the perfect nuance of indigo any ripe fruit should be. It would’ve taken a single, light squeeze to smash it.

“So is Zadithi.”

It was a statement so soft, a whisper so nostalgic, she almost didn’t catch it.

Asra had his eyes fixed before him, though he didn’t seem to be actually seeing whichever thing he was looking at. Faust, who’d been napping among the creases in the blankets, had probably sensed his discomfort since immediately, though ever so gently, she slithered up around his arm as to console him.

Arms around his knees to make himself smaller, a stare that spoke to none―he looked much older than his fifteen years of age, but also somewhat younger, the way when a self-made teen grows up too fast; an inner child whose heart, she was sure, ached for something he would hardly get back.

In the silence of the night, Mali’ya began to understand. Why she’d been drawn to him since that morning at the market. Why she always felt so at ease around him, even though she’d only known him for a few months. She had never been able to notice that before, because both of them were just dancing around the other; trying to see if they could really let their guards down.

They really weren’t that different, then.

Wait.

All of sudden, a realisation―raw hope―pushed anything else aside.

Silence?

“Asra,” she called, her tone urgent and bright all the same. Hurriedly, but as not to startle him, her hand ghosted on his forearm. “The rain. It stopped.”

Not minding the sheets rustling under her knees after her eagerness, Mali’ya crawled out of their makeshift tent but stopped half-way, turning to Asra with an outstretched hand.

“Come,” she smiled, in a way she hoped it said I see you. You don’t have to be alone. “Let’s go see the stars!”

The cold, humid air that followed storms was pleasing on her skin as she unlocked the seal, letting the breeze in while Asra handed her one end of the blanket. Still on the doorstep, Mali’ya watched as her breath formed uneven clouds of steam.

“The sky’s clearing up,” Asra whispered beside her.

The holiness of it all, of the dead of a midsummer’s night, was enough to keep their voices low.  Everything was painted in delicate shades of black and blue, and as they huddled close to one another, Mali’ya and Asra waited for the stars to show up.

Little by little, on the dark, empty canvas around the moon, a faint white dot appeared. Alone at first, it was soon followed by another, and another again, while the wind gently pushed the clouds aside to offer the city, and the few bystanders still wandering around―or standing on a threshold with their hands so close they almost touched―a sky so wide and mighty.

ao3 link

[ratinthedeadhouse]

Forbidden Love

My heart is devoted to the one I shouldn’t love...

Fyodor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Trying to keep it fluff.

"... A demon you say?" You question with hesitation, pale face bearing a frown as you try to put all the puzzles together. "That man is the super ability user and a terrorist that Yokohama is so desperate to catch? The very man, I spent countless evenings going to museums and libraries with? The very man with his astonishing diamond brain had helped me solve several murder cases?"

Silence settled between you and other Special Division Forces agents who glared at you with fear or utter confusion.

Nobody knew of your accidental connection with Fyodor Dostoevsky, or simply known as Demon Fyodor, and it sure was a surprise to you when your (e/c) eyes noticed a familiar face on all the screens and papers in the office with a screaming title: 'Wanted Criminal. Terrorist. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Highest rank ability user. Ability unknown.'

You honestly had no idea who the mysterious slender man was when you first met him at the museum. He looked charmingly tired, sharp purple eyes looked deeply into your soul while you both stood, rather awkwardly, near a woodblock painting that depicted the suffering of young children and women. Their weak bodies engulfed by flames, others were drowning in the peaceful veil of water. Despite the horrible scenario the colours united in harmony making you both stare at it for longer than you should have.

"The choice of the colour pallet... It mocks their suffering" you stated after a while, rather talking to yourself but hoping, subconsciously, that a curious stranger with a funny white hat would respond to your comment. To your amusement he did.

"Mhm," he nodded at first, pinching his chin like philosophers do while thinking and then slowly added: "Maybe the painter wanted to tell us that not all sufferings are recognizable at first glance. I noticed when walking up to the painting, the bright colours made me think of happiness and kindness, however, now that we stand closer to it we see that their very souls are in terrible agony" Fyodor's voice was soft like moonlight rays with a gentle touch of a foreign accent.

"I suppose... It depicts life itself. We never know how much one suffers due to the façade they’re putting" you said with a sad smile. At this very moment you looked delightful, Fyodor found a strange pleasure in watching your serious face merging into a saddened frown. And oh, he did it on purpose. He could've chosen a less explicit interpretation of the absurd painting but in his calculated mind he knew that this version would strike you the most... And he was right.

You still didn't move from the tiny painting, twirling a strand of your silky, (h/c) hair around your finger, beautiful eyes glued to the painting but your thoughts wandered far away. 

It took one glance from Fyodor to understand your entire being, no matter how complicated you think of yourself - to him you are an open book, and he could not resist the urge to live the faint mark on one of those innocent, white pages. 

“I apologize if my interpretations upset you, miss...” started Fyodor with a polite smile curving upon his frail face, but was interrupted by your sudden enthusiastic reply:

“Oh, please don’t apologize. One is a fool if they are not moved or hurt by art” your voice was gentle and soft and Fyodor couldn’t help but love your words. 

Perhaps you two were more similar than he thought at first. In any case, enchanted by your watchful careful eyes, your smile and graceful movements of your hands, your speech and voice - he couldn’t just let you go like that, out of his sight. 

A man tilted his head sideways a little, looking pleasantly amused, letting his dark locks fall upon his cheek, gently. “It seems that I found a charming lady who shares a similar view on things with me” something bittersweet hid in his words but it didn’t matter to you. 

With a small, delightful laugh you move your right hand forward: “My name is, (y/n). A pleasure to meet you” 

Expecting a handshake you watched as the man in a long dark cape came closer, gently grabbed your pale small hand and softly kissed the back of your hand;

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady” he murmured watching how your pupils dilate. “My name is Fyodor. Would you agree to spend the rest of the evening in my company?”

Walking around with a stranger whom you’ve just met seemed like a ridiculous idea... But you felt safe around him, although his eyes were dark as a bottomless well, you agreed but made a promise to yourself to stay on guard. However, he cast away all your suspicions in just a few hours. 

You became good friends, discussing ancient Myths and modern poetry embarked on philosophical journeys sitting in the dim corner of the library simply enjoying the presence of each other. He even played his cello for you under the mocking bright moon. His words and the depths of thought sometimes caught you off guard however, you were able to track his line of thoughts and in return challenged him with your endless and charming affection. 

Fyodor never learnt what the word love truly meant. He could explain its psychological and physiological effect but never experienced it himself. He was in absolute control over his feelings and that is why he felt confused when you would meet him with a bright, loving smile that changed into a slightly concerned frown when you noticed dark eye-bags on his face. Why did you notice it? Why did you care? Who gave you the power to capture his heart so suddenly and so... wrongly? 

For the first time in a long while, Dostoevsky felt as if he made a dreadful mistake. At first, he thought of you as a pawn. Easy to move and easy to get rid of. But you reminded him of himself... yet you were so much better! Despite your intellect and wittiness, you had a warm, loving heart, that even accepted a demon like him. It all changed when you finally opened up to him about your placement of work. That’s when he realised how forbidden your relationship would be. Soon you would find out anyway about his identity, his goals and... it would wound you. Deeply. 

Soon he stopped coming to the museum where you two would usually meet. You remember that day. You took his favourite tea from the shop and held it in your cold hands while the hot drink burnt your fingers. 

‘He will never come again’

You felt as if you lost a piece of your heart. But you never cried about it and kept all the memories of the mysterious man named Fyodor close to your heart, or rather what was left of your heart. 

But now it all makes sense. The puzzle is complete. You stand in the room full of your colleagues who proceed to glare at you in silent amusement and your heart leapt in ecstasy. The adrenaline rushed through your blood as your cheeks turned red - you felt like the main character of your own story, engaged in a forbidden relationship with the demon himself. 

You didn’t care about the consequences but on entering the Special Prison for the restrained Ability Users, shadows of doubt crept within your heart. 

“Please wait here, ma’am. You sure you want to interrogate him?”

“Yes” 

“In terms of emergency, we won’t be able to assist you immediately... ” 

“I understand”

The heavy door was shut behind you, a metal desk was drilled into the floor and so were the chairs. No windows - just solid rock walls that reminded you of a medieval dungeon, except there were no cracks at all. Finally, you heard footsteps and another door before you was opened. 

“Good afternoon, Fyodor,” you said in a strict tone trying to hide your excitement as much as you could. 

His lilac eyes widened in surprise, thin lips parted as he watched you right there before him. In his head, he tried to process why you came out of your way to see him? Did he not abandon you back then? Did you not realise what a hateful creature he was? 

“(Y/n)... Why are you here?” he questioned curiously. 

You were now completely alone in the interrogation - underground cell. He watched you come closer to him with a soft smile looking with kindness into his soulless eyes... 

“Why, you ask? Because I love you. That is the only concept you failed to fully understand. Monsters have hearts as well, they just need to learn how to love” words fell softly from your rosy lips while Fyodor closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. 

“Talking to you is pure joy (y/n)! Love is the ultimate atonement of all human sins. Even a Devil needs someone to love him at the end of his immortal life...“

“... Angels did fight for Faust’s soul at the end, despite all his reckless deeds” you added referencing the work of a German poet, Goethe. 

Fyodor sighed. He reached his slender cold hand towards you and you grabbed it without hesitation. 

“Will you be... my angel, (y/n)?”

You nodded raising your bright eyes at him. A soft kiss was placed upon your forehead before he hugged you letting you bury your face in his shoulder. You were like a blooming flower in his deadly grip... but he would never hurt you. Ever. 

People say the forbidden fruit is sweet... But is it so for the forbidden love that burns like fire?

 lmao part 2 is gonna be saddddd (if I get the motivation to even write it) 

[nuttytani]

Just like a movie

fandom: ikevamp

pairing: vlad x gn!reader 

words: 2000+

warnings: mentions of food and that's pretty much it

a/n- this was my secret santa gift for my dear friend: @jiyuu-chan ! + if you enjoyed it; feedback is highly appreciated!

People say that you are meant to meet a special someone in your life. Someone who would change everything, who would complete you like a piece of a puzzle- someone you are destined to be with from the moment you are born, a string of fate tying you closer.

Soulmates have a special bond with each other; a red string that is attached to their pinky- which can only be seen by them. Such is drilled into every child’s brain from a young age.

When you were younger, your father would always tell you stories of how he had met his soulmate, his wife...your mother. It was otherworldly he said, like nothing else- an indescribable moment, and he wanted you to just know when you had met yours.  

“One day, you’ll also meet your one and only, sweetheart!”

“Really? But…. how will I know?”

“Really! It’s simple. You’ll see a red-,” your dad said- looking a little too excited.

“DARLING- STOP! DIDN’T WE DISCUSS THIS!?? Don’t annoy the poor child…,” your mother screeched from the kitchen as she stormed to your place- giving her husband a sharp look before turning to look at you,  “sweety- you’ll know when that day comes, alright? Why don’t you go play, hmm?”

You only nodded meekly, and rushed upstairs- glad to have your dad stop talking. Your parents’ banter was now muffled, but your mind was clouded with thoughts of what your father was about to say. Perhaps your mother was right...it’s better not to know to keep the moment special.

As you grew up, from kindergarten, primary school to highschool and finally college; you stood by and watched most of your friends find their other half- until you were the only one left. You’d always feel a dull pang in your heart...what if you were destined to be alone for life? When were you going to meet your soulmate? Will people keep on taunting you? These thoughts would lurk in your head, until you couldn’t think anymore. But now you were older and more carefree than before, such thoughts didn’t bother you any longer- at least not completely.

Every once in a while, your family and friends would dreamily tell you about their experience, while you’d just listen and nod. An exhausting cycle, where all your concerns would come rushing back to you. Then, of course, they’d never forget to ask about your nonexistent love life... It wasn’t fun to watch them shoot you a sympathetic smile and say “don’t worry, your time will come soon!”

Truly, having a soulmate or not didn’t matter to you, at least that’s what you think. It wasn’t uncommon for few people to be ‘alone’ although that was quite rare and an unfortunate occurrence. Why was it so hard for people to leave you alone? Real life isn't a romantic movie, like everyone would depict it as.

“There we go! I think that’s it now,” the strawberry brunette sighed as he placed the vase of wildflowers on the coffee table. 

“Finally! I’m so tired,” you groaned, slipping to the floor as your back pushed against the couch.

Fumbling with the book in your hands, you motioned the man to sit beside you- not too long after, he too sat lamely next to you on the cold hardwood. Exactly five hours passed since you and your friend Charles began organizing your new house. The two of you were working nonstop- tirelessly to get the place looking more liveable and comfortable. It was a struggle, but the effort was worth it.

“You know...you owe me for this big time,” Charles announced cheekily.

“Spill it. What do you want Charlot?” Brows shot up your forehead, you knew that smile all too well.

“First of all...stop calling me ‘Charlot’ it’s weird! Only Faust calls me that. And to answer your question- I would like to eat your pancakes.” He flashed you a toothy grin.

“Sure whatever you say Charlot,” you snickered, “with coffee?”

“Uh-huh!”

With a roll of your eyes, you stood up and threw the book on the couch before heading to the kitchen. Straight away- you pulled out the mixing bowl and sieved the dry ingredients, while humming to a tune that was stuck in your head.

About a week had passed since you moved into your new house, it was a decent place and safe neighbourhood. But the best part about it was the fact that your house was a five minute walk from town. That meant no more lazy drives to the market, quite the bonus actually.

Remembering a task- you shouted to Charles, “Can you be a sweetheart and do me a favour?”

“Ask away child, your wish is my command,” he said with a flourish of his hands.

“Haha very funny- go get the mail”

“No no no- you’re forgetting something. What’s the magic word~” he sang in a high pitch.

“...Monsieur Charlie, can you please get the mail,” you huffed in annoyance.

Sounds of pancake sizzling and boiling of the kettle filled the kitchen, you were too busy flipping the pancake to notice Charles' presence back in the living room. His eyes were squinting hard at the brown box and some mail sitting snugly between his arms. He looked back and forth between the parcel and your back before he cleared his throat, capturing your attention.

“Hey uhh...is your home address 216b?”

“No. It’s 215b- why do you ask?”

“Are you sure? Because your mail says-”

Before the man could complete his sentence; you snatched the package from him- your eyes widening momentarily.

“I suppose the addresses got mixed up…” Charles muttered

“Yea looks like it…”

The two of you just stared at the package, not knowing what to do. Your first thought was to drop it off at the right address. The house was just in front of yours, it shouldn’t be a problem and maybe you could introduce yourself to your neighbour at the same time.

A smoky scent filled the living, interrupting your train of thoughts; your nose scrunching up in disgust- “What’s that smell?”

The two of you stared at each other quizzically before exclaiming at the same time “THE PANCAKES!!”

[Unfortunately, it took a great deal of time trying to scrape the burnt pancake off your pan and clean it. The unknown package was the last thing on your mind.]

“Thanks for the help Charles, I appreciate it.” You smiled at him.

“No problem, after all, I got to eat a good meal in turn,” he gave you a wink before bidding his byes.

The sky lost its pale blue colour and was now transformed into soft red and violet, all blending in to create a beautiful gradient with specks of white clouds adorning like freckles. A mop of unfamiliar silvery hair passed by your peripheral as you stared up the sky, taking a shy glance towards the man.

You stared at his back discreetly as he fumbled with the keys before opening the entrance to his house. 

‘216b’ the golden letters glistened. 

Huh. So that’s your neighbour! Maybe now’s the time you give him back the parcel, and that’s what you did.

You knocked thrice on the emerald green door, while balancing the huge brown box on your other arm- waiting patiently while you internally panicked. Your hands started to sweat and the box started to slip. Rushed footsteps echoed from the other side before halting suddenly, the green door opened with a start; giving you a little shock.

Once again, you were met with the silvery haired man; his garnet red eyes flickered to yours and at that moment- you felt as if everything froze around you. Your heart started to beat way too fast, and your breathing became shallow- it felt as if you were underwater. A tingling sensation ran up your left hand, your eyes flashed down to see whatever the problem was- only to be met with a scarlet thread wrapped around your pinky. You looked at the man in clear surprise and he too- looked very taken aback as he followed your eyes.

The silence stretched far too long for your liking, with a clear of your throat- you introduced yourself to the perplexed man and spoke

“...I’m the new neighbour”

“Bonjour, how can I help you?” He stared at you with wide eyes.

“So err- the package— I mean...I-I believe this is your mail?” You motioned to the box in your arms, “Looks like the mailman mixed up our home addresses.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Ahh! Why yes- actually I have yours as well- the mail I mean,” his eyes softened in understanding, “Please! Come inside.” He invited you in as he took the parcel from your hands.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You shook your head meekly, still recovering from your speeding heartbeat.

“Not at all! Come in, please,” he insisted with shining eyes.

The house was similar to yours, the same white walls with wooden floors and fixtures- it had a relaxing ambience. You spotted several plants and flowers decorating the house, giving the place a much more peaceful vibe, you were too busy admiring the place to notice your neighbour returning.

He placed two plates of strawberries and tea on the coffee table which caught your attention.

“You have a lovely home uhh…”

“Vlad. I’m Vlad- my apologies, I completely forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me,” Vlad said with a slight smile.

When you turned up his doorsteps, you had no idea of what was to come- you definitely didn’t expect to finally meet your soulmate after all these years and in such a way. Now you understood what people meant by ‘feeling butterflies’

“No, it’s quite alright,” you chuckled while calming your jittery hands.

Vlad took a seat on the couch and pat the place next to him for you to sit. He elegantly picked the teacup and blew softly on it.

“So, how long have you been here?” he asked.

“Not too long actually, been just a week. I’ve finally finished organizing today,” you said while taking a bite into the deep red strawberry- the sweet juiciness making you sigh in delight.

“These strawberries are particularly my favourite- in fact, these were in the parcel you brought,” Vlad said with a deep laugh.

You gave an awkward ‘oh’ as you took a sip from your cup.

Not too long after, the awkwardness disappeared as you two got lost in conversation after conversation and more endless conversation, and a few giggles in between. It was quite easy to trust Vlad- he had a calming and serene aura and had you feeling comfortable in no time, perhaps too comfortable that you didn’t realize how late it was until you glanced at your wristwatch.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry- I lost track of time…”

Vlad gave a hum of acknowledgement as he eyed the wall clock, “It’s not that late.” He looked at you with twinkling eyes, ”Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’d like some company.”

“Hmm I don't know… I’ve overstayed my welcome,” You said with furrowed brows.

“Well I for sure know you haven’t —as I’ve said—I enjoyed your company.”

“Ahh fine! You’re good at tempting people you know?” With a grin, you folded your arms which earned a hearty chuckle from Vlad.

Dinner went smoothly as you two chattered on and on. The two of you stalled your return home but stayed in each other’s presence by washing dishes, eating dessert, extra dessert, and washing dishes yet again until there was nothing left to do.

Once again, you stood at Vlad’s doorstep with a meek smile.

“I had fun, thanks for having me”

“Me too- and it’s not often to find that your neighbour is your soulmate,” Vlad gave you an impish smile.

“Yea— it was, just like—”

“Just like a movie?”

“You stole my words, monsieur.”

“Perhaps this is our movie,” he said while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

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