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thewertsearch · 6 months ago

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@manorinthewoods asked: Vriska and Eridan have now killed one person each. Tavros and Feferi's respective moons have been destroyed; as such, they cannot be revived via dream selves or the moon-crypt slabs. What do you think will happen now? ~LOSS (18/5/24) @manorinthewoods asked: Welcome to Murderstuck, aka Homestuck's version of Canaan House. Who do you think's going to survive this? ~LOSS (22/5/24) Anonymous asked: tavros and feferi are D----EAD! do you think they'll stay dead? you've already stated your opinion that there are death flags like crazy all over vriska, so do you think anyone else will die? if so, who? Anonymous asked: Now that the bodies have started to hit the floor, what's your prediction for who's gonna survive to meet the humans?

I'm actually doing to do something a little different this time, and analyze the situation primarily from an author's perspective, rather than an in-universe one. I had a lot of fun doing that with yesterday's Kanaya post, so I want to try it again.

Let's enumerate the remaining trolls, in ascending order of how likely I think they are to kick the bucket (😳) during Murderstuck.

There's no chance whatsoever that Sollux will die. His Doom prophecy is fulfilled, and if he were to die a third time, it would break his long-established duality theme. Plus, he'd have predicted it, and would have been complaining about it since Hivebent. He's fine.

Death flag score: 0/10.

We just got Aradia back. She's not even involved in Murderstuck, seemingly travelling to the Furthest Ring after being resurrected, so none of the murderers can touch her anyway.

Aradia is a powerful time manipulator who can freeze even the most dangerous enemies. It would take a lot more than Eridan and Gamzee to defeat someone who can stalemate Perfect Jack, and I predict that she'll survive the rest of the Act with ease.

Plus, killing her again so soon would feel really cheap. Been there, done that.

Death flag score = 0.5/10

Karkat and Terezi are too important to die.

This doesn't always guarantee a character's survival - A Song of Ice and Fire comes to mind - but ASOIAF kind of proves my point, doesn't it? Martin can throw all the Red Weddings he likes at us, but everyone still kind of knows that the really important characters aren't going to die until their arcs are complete. If A Dream of Spring ever actually comes out, Daenerys will still be around, and you can take that to the bank.

So no, I don't think Karkat and Terezi will be going anywhere. Now that Kanaya appears to be dead, they're undeniably the most important trolls remaining, alongside Vriska. And we'll get to Vriska.

Death flag score: 1/10.

I know it's weird to predict that an already deceased character won't die, but I wrote an entire post last night about why I believe this to be the case.

tl;dr: it doesn't make narrative sense for Kanaya to stay dead.

Death flag score: 2/10.

Now, we're onto the characters who I think might actually die.

Gamzee's still alive at the end of the countdown, so he'll at least survive the next couple of hours.

Certainly, his position seems rather precarious. His stated intent to wipe out the entire Veil will make him a lot of enemies very quickly - and based on the image above, he clearly gets into some sort of trouble. That scratch almost looks like it could be the work of Jack's sword.

However, I have a hard time believing the Most Important Character In Homestuck is going to die less than halfway through Homestuck. He's been saying all sorts of cryptic nonsense lately, and he strikes me as someone whose role in the story will expand even more than it already has. Gamzee is the one character on this list we know will stay relevant for the entire comic.

I don't think he's going to achieve his murder mission, of course. I think he'll probably be 'defeated' somehow, and expelled from the Veil by the surviving trolls, only to pop up again sometime later. There's still a chance that he'll be killed - but if he is, I'm 100% sure that he'll return in some form. Gamzeesprite would be even worse than Calsprite, in my opinion.

Death flag score: 3/10.

Yes, I still believe Vriska will die - but I don't know if she'll die in Murderstuck.

Scratch positioned her as someone who will perpetuate a monumental, large-scale mistake, and I don't think there's anything she could do on the Veil that fits the bill.

However, Vriska is more imaginative than I am. She could easily pull a trick out from up her sleeve that I didn't see coming - some terrible, horrible idea that earns all of Scratch's foreshadowing in one fell swoop. Vriska is known for her Incidents, and you never know when the next one is on the horizon.

Death flag score: 4/10.

There's not a lot tying Equius and Nepeta to the Veil, is there?

They don't have strong relationships any of the remaining trolls, and even among the B-team, they've barely had any prominence since we've left Alternia. Killing one or both of them would up the stakes of Murderstuck without introducing the narrative issues that, say, a dead Karkat would cause.

Plus, if one of them dies, then the other would immediately gain an incredibly strong motivation, and become a more prominent character overnight. I already like Nepeta - but a heartbroken, vengeful Nepeta hunting Eridan down across time and space? That's a fucking arc.

They could also both die, and return to the story from another direction. It hasn't escaped my notice that almost all the 'important' trolls are Prospit Dreamers, and the two Furthest Ring explorers are Derse girls. I've been wondering for a while now if the solution to the Veil's bloated cast is to split the trolls back into the Red and Blue Teams, with the Red Team joining the kids outside the session, and the Blue Team joining Aradia in the Ring for some secondary mission. I guess that implies Tavros will be resurrected, but there do seem to be hints that that might happen.

I don't want either of these two to die, but... well, killing them would raise a lot of interesting possibilities.

Death flag score (both of them together): 6/10

Death flag score (one of them) : 7.5/10.

Eridan is screwed.

Neither the story nor the trolls can allow him to ally with Jack and lead him to the Veil, and they'll do anything they can to stop him. I don't think anyone's inclined to show him mercy, either - Kanaya and Feferi were very popular.

I don't really see any way out for him. He has no allies, he can't Hopesplode everyone at once, and he's never shown himself to be particularly resourceful. I think if there's one troll practically guaranteed to be Murderstucked, it's him.

Death flag score: 9/10.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Blood Play w/ Sam Winchester (ft. Vampire!Reader)

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Sex between Sam and you has always been fun.

With you being a vampire, you always had more stamina and a higher sex drive than the older - albeit younger seeing as you’re a whopping one hundred years older than him - man.

There were always new things to try with your immortal abilities, but feeding off of Sam while you were going at it had never been a line you could bring yourself to cross. Sure, you’d thought about it once or twice, but that was only logical seeing as though you could hear each beat of his heart, the heated blood continually running through his veins; but you could never, you loved him too much to even fathom hurting him and drinking from him beyond repair.

Until now… that is.

You’d been going at it for hours now, the amount of orgasms you had pulled from each other's body had been lost to the adrenaline fogging your thought process. You were currently riding him with such fervor that you could almost feel your own undead heart race.

“Fuck, Sam.” You sighed, head falling back as you gripped his shoulders painfully. He’d gotten used to the accidental slip of your restraint, the evidence of your super strength slipping through the cracks being the bruises that were most definitely going to be there tomorrow. He bounced you on his cock repeatedly, your ass meeting his lap in loud slaps that resounded lewdly throughout your shared bedroom.

You could feel him nearing his own climax, the occasional thrusting up of his hips being almost once or twice to none.

“Bite me.” His voice was strained, jaw clenched tightly in a pathetic attempt to keep himself from cumming without stating his desires. “What?” You breathed out in shock, your bounces faltering. He nearly whimpered at the loss of friction, but he held himself back, his big brown eyes staring up at you in an attempt to gauge your reaction.

“I said bite me.” He huffed, lungs finally taking in much needed air.

“Sam…” You started unsurely, “I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for.”

“I do. Fuck - I spent hours researching just to make sure it was safe.” Your heart warmed at the confession, but remembering the precarious situation you were both in, you sobered up, slipping back into that sultry mindset as you dragged the tips of your fingers up the side of his neck.

“That's what you want, Sammy baby?” You whispered seductively. Your thumb pressed on the pulse point under his jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut at the tempting feeling of his blood rushing under the pad of your finger. “Yeah, ‘want that real bad.” He groaned out, his hips jumping up at the pleasurable pressure.

You felt yourself let go internally, murmuring out, “Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?” He nodded fastly, “I promise.”

You began to ride him again, hand still pressed against his throat. The dominance was accidental, but he knew it was your hunting instincts. You hadn’t fed off of a human in the last 90 years, it had always been animal blood or an underground network of willing donors - even though Sam really doesn’t like the shady latter.

You could feel your body thrumming with excitement even though you knew this wasn’t going to be an actual kill, but just the idea of biting into someone’s skin - Sam’s skin - for that matter, had caused your body to gain a never ending pace, one that Sam had found quite difficult to follow, but you weren’t doing this with yourself in mind.

You wanted to share a part of you with Sam that would mark him as yours forever. So, to do that, you wanted him to reach the highest high, then give him the finishing blow. Sam could feel his balls tightening, that familiar coil in his belly as he desperately chased after his release. Before he could crash over the edge, you roughly exposed his neck to you and bit down, hard.

A strangled moan lodged in your boyfriend’s throat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he felt you take blood from him. The taste of him was incredible, but you had forced yourself to pull off of him, your mouth stained with his copper essence as he released his seed inside of you, a whine wedging its way out of you.

Sam flopped onto his back, chest heaving as you placed bloody comforting kisses all over his chest.

“You okay, baby?” You asked gently, running your fingers through his long brunette locks.

“Mhm.” He hummed with a dopey smile on his face.

“Sure,” You giggled, “I’m gonna go get you some water.”

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the-sage-libriomancer · 1 year ago

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Shigure's relationship with Kyo drives me crazy. he doesn't hate Kyo in the slightest - in fact, he pities Kyo, and not in the condescending "oh you poor little boy, cursed to be a horrible, disgusting monster" sort of way that everyone else does. Shigure pities Kyo for the reason he should be pitied: he's just a kid caught up in a system so inhumane it can't possibly be survived without some seriously unhealthy coping mechanisms.

and it drives me crazy because - listen, Shigure is the only zodiac member who's emotionally aware enough to see the other zodiac members as exactly what they are. he knows Yuki is a severely traumatized kid who projects all of his self-hatred on a single convenient target. he knows Akito is really a scared little girl with a raging god complex (literally) and no concept of a healthy relationship. and he knows Kyo is a regular-ass human being who doesn't deserve to be locked up for the rest of his life just because some arbitrary system says so. he KNOWS it's stupid. he KNOWS it's ridiculous and unfair. and he has to share a house with Kyo knowing that Kyo is living with a sword over his head, hating himself and hating others in perfect tandem because he has no other way of coping with the insane amounts of negativity he's had to deal with his entire life.

but the thing about Shigure is that he KNOWS all of this, and the same time he doesn't really CARE. he feels sorry for Kyo, but an apathetic sort of pity, a disinterested "this is how it is. such a shame." sort of pity. in some ways he's worse than the other zodiacs because he DOES see Kyo as a person, someone he likes being around even, but he still considers Kyo below his attention because all his focus is on Akito and breaking the curse. and sure, once the curse is broken Kyo will theoretically be set free with the rest of them, but that's more of a coincidental side effect than anything. despite being in a much more dangerous and precarious mental space AND comfortably in Shigure's reach, Kyo is about as much a priority for Shigure as Ritsu or Momiji.

and it drives me CRAZY because i think Shigure does start actively caring about Kyo as the series goes on, but it's hard to tell when that happens and to what extent. when Kazuma told Shigure he planned to reveal Kyo's true form and Shigure said he was going too far - whose sake was it for? was Shigure trying to protect Kyo, who would be hideously traumatized/emotionally scarred by such a cruel betrayal? was he trying to protect Kyo and Tohru's relationship, which was still formulating and might, under such severe testing, ultimately end up damaged beyond repair? was he only trying to protect Tohru, who wasn't ready to be burdened by such a horrible aspect of the curse so soon, or perhaps simply didn't deserve it? or was it all for the sake of himself, trying to protect his still-forming plans of using Tohru's positive effect on the Sohmas to break the curse?

Shigure cares about Kyo, but they're not close and Kyo clearly isn't a priority. he treats Kyo like a person - offering him genuine advice, teasing him like he teases anyone else, even speaking up on his behalf once or twice - and yet he's too entrenched in the long game to spare much active interest in Kyo. for a very long time, he doesn't care about Kyo the way he cares about Yuki or Tohru, and it's never made clear when exactly that changed. and the thing that gets me about this whole situation is that right from the start, Shigure is in a position where he can meet Kyo at his level - as equals, just one human being to another - but he doesn't, because Shigure is a chessmaster, Shigure is someone who observes and calculates, Shigure never steps in unless one of his chess pieces makes a wrong move and he absolutely has to.

it drives me crazy. Shigure drives me crazy. this series drives me so so crazy.

#i think my point here was “shigure sees kyo as an actual human being but still treats him badly”#which is kind of the point of shigure - it's why he's such a gray character #he plays with people's lives like they're toys #but this post actually originated from the realization that shigure doesn't hate kyo in the slightest #(honestly i don't think the majority of the zodiac actually *dislikes* kyo. i think they're just too used to dehumanizing him)#and i was like “okay. so how *does* shigure view kyo?”#and then i thought about it more and went progressively more insane #tbf i think shigure knew he was being immoral in the way he treated kyo #he's incredibly self-aware and knows exactly what he's doing #he just chooses to do it anyway. that's why he calls himself “despicable”#i think the fact that kyo clearly suspects shigure has something more going on under the surface probably didn't help either #it's a very interesting sort of complex #anyway. them #fruits basket #shigure sohma #kyo sohma #analysis #edited for your convenience #(<-capitalized all the names bc it was driving me up the wall)

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shizunitis · 3 months ago

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No, ur absolutely so right about Bingcest. Preach louder because like. It’s just so fun. Any reason why they would be doing it is so fun. Is Bingge fucking Bingmei to show him how he needs to fuck Shizun? Is it a domination thing? What crazy kinks would Bingmei learn from Bingge? How would he try and incorporate them with Shizun? So many questions. I want Bingge to bite Bingmei’s lips when they kiss.

anon i love you and am willing to go through the abyss for you empty-handed and with my hands tied. will give you my firstborn. thank you for letting me talk about this please never leave me

now that the bingmei rp is over, and keeping in mind that i am forever sleep deprived, in a vaguely bingge mood, and also very sorry for what that means for any passersby, here’s my answer. horniness and thoughts (hopefully coherent enough) under the cut

though i find the shizun sandwich version of bingcest to be extremely tasty and a great apperitif, i feel like the pure bingge-bingmei storylines my brain throws at me every now and then are so fucking good (read: hhNnNg) on their own.

a non-exhaustive list of some ideas i didn’t ever think too deeply about but like for reasons:

what if bingge is bingmei’s shizun.

what if bingmei gets stranded in pidw.

what if bingge accompanies bingmei in the abyss.

what if instead of only having bingge and bingmei, we also throw in oo!lbh into the mix and make this the worst throuple to have ever existed.

what if the system fucks up and there’s two binghe’s from the very beginning, twins or clones or whatever, and they brave the world on their own so as not to strain the washerwoman’s already precarious situation further than they did the first time around.

what if bingmei wishes very, very hard for a father during his disciplehood, and the system plops bingge into his world when shen yuan is mia.

what if bingge goes out and tries to find the svsss world again but ends up in oo!pidw.

what if bingge and bingmei live to the ends of their lives and meet after the universe is wiped as cosmic beings and they have incomprehensible sex to soothe the pain.

what if bingmei suspects bingge came back to steal shizun during the monthly wifeplots, and just jumps the gun and goes after the fucker directly.

what if modern au.

what if modern au where they’re separated at birth.

what if actual lab clones of each other!

et cetera (many more examples. none of which i can think of right now and if i’m being honest? half of these i thought up on the fly, so i was lying. fibbing. other words. never ever assume i know what i’m talking about)

in any and all these situations shen qingqiu and/or shen yuan could and perhaps should be integrated, but for my purposes he can take a moment to breathe. i’ll return him his husbands shortly.

back to the point: i love every iteration of bingcest.

bingge and bingmei being very alpha vs. alpha about fucking and literally fighting for dominance. bingmei being horrible at kissing and bingge getting annoyed with the teeth thing and showing him how to actually bite someone (stealing your desires as they perfectly align with mine, anon) and then finding out that what bingge would consider lowly and ignoble (is that how you use the word? probably not), bingmei blushes and whines for so prettily.

exchanging blood and it fails to do anything but induce arousal in the other and then using that as a way to torment each other.

i want the snapping teeth and the clawing and the violence. the almost-tangible, suffocating hatred and frustration. them choking on their leashes tied together without their knowledge. choking on them where the’re tied to opposite ends of the bed as they try to get to the other. and so forth

but soft bingcest works beautifully too. don’t know how they’d end up in that situation but i’m picturing it and it’s very nice.

bingge’s vanity and desire to be perfect projected onto his own self staring back at him, bingmei’s bratty disobedience challenging bingge’s desire to subjugate and conquer and take, all of this culminating in the two of them understanding their differences but also loathing them in a way. why is he different, he’s me, why can’t he understand, why isn’t he doing what i would, why does he hate me, the likes

oh!! bingmei should yell that at bingge actually. or growl it while he pins bingge down to get him to listen to him. and bingge should want to say, “are you stupid?” but holds back because now isn’t the time. where did the brat even get that idea from? he’s done everything he could to make him stronger, to make him realise that the world is a shit, cruel place and they only have each other in the end, and yeah it’s a shit hand to be dealt, but is it? is it really?

hm. don’t really know where that thought ends up but i’m pretty sure it ends up with both of them fucking unbearably tenderly (by their standards) in a forest somewhere.

anyway.

i don’t mean to exclude shizun because. i wouldn’t fucking dare? but bingcest is. it’s dear to me. i’m a bingcest purist if you’d like, but bingcestqiu/yuan is second on the list. third is mobingcumplane/moshangbingqiu but that’s another thing altogether

(i have no actual clue if there’s ship names for these already. surely there are?)

BUT. adding shizun into the mix is wonderful. i’ve rec’ed it before but through the eye of a needle is SUCH a good fic PLEASE give it a read it’s my favourite fic ever ever in the history of ever

i love the idea of shizun trying to tame these two idiots and failing miserably. i also love the idea of him succeeding. i want bingmei making bingge drink some ‘respect shizun’ juice and i want bingge to give bingmei some much needed ‘fuck shizun’ lessons. i want shizun to direct their every movement while he casually drinks his tea and pretends like he’s not foaming at the mouth seeing the two protagonists being “forced” to go at each other like they’re passionate, devoted lovers.

just.

bingcest…

there’s so much i want from bingcest. i want the guilt, and the confusion, and the rage! i want the angst! the territorial spats, the dick measuring contests (literal and metaphorical). the comfort! the. idk man they should be allowed to be horrible to each other, it’s not like they can die.

(holy shit what if one of them dies. fuck i’m exhausted but please. kill one of them and make the other revive him. somehow. maybe we can make regret of chunshan reality but it’s bingcest, if you understand)

but mainly i want the two pretty idiots humping each other’s thighs like teenagers. making bingge crawl for bingmei is also a very fun thought that would make him (plural) react in a very entertaining way. getting bingmei to power bottom is chef’s kiss when bingge’s on the other end. teaching bingge about the beauty of surrendering to his own self, which he does not trust with anything but also understands more than he’d like or wants to acknowledge is also neat. they would get up to degeneracies that i can’t speak of. i’m shy and also inarticulate about them

oooh also lebingcest. exactly the same as before but it’s better. because lesbian yaoi

#svsss #luo binghe #luo bingge #bingcest #used that word so much it gained a new meaning i’m not sharing #also sorry but once again hiding behind the esl shield im tiny small very little and a bit unsmart #i love you anon. i hope you understand me #any typos and mistakes i bequeathe to shen qingqiu as per usual #.q

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remusluvr · 1 year ago

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heart to heart | james potter

summary: James is your safe haven, he accepts you with open arms. content: secret relationship, brief talk of death (like one sentence), unedited

Time had frozen when you were told. This was the one thing you had been trying to avoid for as long as possible. It's unavoidable now.

"It's time you step up and do something for once," your mother berated, "There's a meeting in an hour. You will be expected to make your decision then. Do not embarrass me."

Fear flowed through your veins after she left the room. There was only one way out of this messy situation - your bedroom window. And so, knowing exactly who to go to, you quickly packed a bag and left. You ran as far as you could before apparating to Diagon Alley where you would be able to find a floo transport to get to your destination.

Your fist pounded against the old door as you looked behind you as each second ticked along. What if they knew where you were going? What if it was a trap to see what you would do? What if they are after you? Raising your fist to knock again, the door opens to a confused James Potter.

"Jamie," you sighed, tears welling in your eyes now as you push yourself into his arms. You can feel his beating heart as he pulls you into his house. He kept you held to his chest as you calmed your breathing. You were safe.

"Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?" he asked, taking extra attention to make sure his voice was calm. He didn't want to scare you. Sirius came trotting down the stairs, watching the interaction between you and the other Gryffindor boy.

"What the fuck? When did this start?" is all he says as he stops at the end of the staircase. James waves him off, turning his attention back to you. His eyes held so much love that you just wish you'd never have to interrupt your staring with such a heavy topic.

"They tried to make me become a death eater," you sniffled, lip wobbling. He pulled you back into his chest, holding you tight against him. Sirius gasped, excusing himself. He can get whatever answers he's looking for later. Right now you clearly need James to yourself. "I can't go back there, Jamie. I can't."

"You won't, baby. I'm not going to let you."

Your heart is racing when you pull away, wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. He doesn't let you go far, keeping your hand in his. When his mom comes into the room, you straighten up and quiet down.

"I know Sirius is listening at the top of the stairs. He can show you my room, let me talk with my mom." You hear Sirius grunt and can't help but giggle, hugging James one last time before grabbing your bag and heading upstairs. You and Sirius have never gotten along, not when you have been living very precariously, trying not to anger your family. He went the different route, going out of his way to anger them.

He gives you a half-hearted smile when you reach him and you want to apologize for all the mean remarks you spit his way. You both understand though, you were in the same situation.

When James returns to his room, around thirty minutes later, he crashes down on the bed beside you, kicking Sirius out. He had stayed to keep you company, still a little too nervous to be left alone.

"I'm sorry for barging in. I just had nowhere else to go."

"Please don't apologize, I'm glad you're here. You know that I worry when you're home. Now, I don't have to worry."

"Yeah, until we're back in school and all of my housemates want me dead." He frowns at that. James is always optimistic but he knows that you're right. They're not going to take your denouncement of Voldemort well and there will be consequences but he promises to never leave your side and that you can sleep in his dorm all you want if that's what it takes.

His kindness makes your heart ache and at the news of you being allowed to stay here, it only aches more for his family. Why couldn't your own family be this way?

"Only thing is that you have to sleep in one of the guest rooms," he sighs, rolling his eyes. You giggle as he pulls you to lay with him. "Good thing we can be sneaky."

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sunnyhvnny · 2 years ago

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It’s not my usual toxic four but switching the Aegons makes sense. (Also, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing I thrive off of compliments)

Tw: Breastfeeding, mentions of child death, mentions of suicide

Maegor Targaryen (The Cruel)

Maegor is never seen without his newborn daughter. Whether he is in the nursery with her or taking her with him when he goes to small council meetings. It’s guilt, he thinks. Many of his wives had been able to carry the babes he put in them but in the end, the child never survived, while his wives did. The mother of his daughter did not have the same fate. She had blessed Maegor with a living and healthy child of his own, only for her to pass away a few short hours after giving life to her child.

When he looks down at his little Aelora, he sees her mother. He knows it’s a trick of the mind because she resembles him in most ways. He was fond of Aelora’s mother. It wasn’t love. He had married her for the same reason he married most of his wives and that was to give him children, but that didn’t mean that in the years that she had been around he hadn’t found an easy companionship with her.

He still goes to his other wives at night, in hopes that his seed might stick and they would give him a child. After all, only one child for the King is a precarious situation.

On a night, he doesn’t visit any of his other wives in bed and instead stands over the cot holding his little girl that he truly notices her for the first time. He had vaguely been aware of his child’s wet nurse but he hadn’t given her much thought. That was until she walked into quiet room just as his daughter had started to squirm and fuss. She had lifted her gently to her breast and angled away from Maegor as she nursed his child.

Maegor watched her the entire time and wondered how he hadn’t been more aware of her. She was gentle with Aelora, singing a song too soft for him to make out the words as she stroked the little tufts of silver hair. He had forbidden his other wives to care for his child. Feeling as though it would be a betrayal to the woman who had died bringing Aelora into the world. As he watched the wet nurse soothe the fussing baby and smile as she suckled from her, Maegor realized that he was only depriving his daughter of a mother.

He didn’t stop his curious eyes from trailing down the woman’s figure. From what he could see through her rough and old dress, she had soft curves that Maegor wanted to grab ahold of. It was hard not to stare at her breasts, they were supple and full. Maegor also couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t flinch away from him or seem afraid to be in his presence like many of the people in the Red Keep.

He said nothing to her as she placed his daughter back into her cot and tied her dress up. He only inclined his head in acknowledgment as she curtsied and left the room. He watched as she walked out and decided to ask his Master of Whispers about the woman.

The following night, they were in the same positions again. Him standing beside his daughter's cot and the wet nurse feeding her. The only difference was that now he knew about her past and how she ended up in the Red Keep. He looked on as she rocked the little girl and wondered if she pretended that it was the child that was taken from her.

His Master of Whispers had informed him that she had come to the Red Keep after her parents had taken her newborn daughter from her. Claiming that a woman without a husband was unfit to raise a child. She had become pregnant from a stranger after spending a year in The Blue Pearl, trying to help her family get out of debt.

He thought of the woman in front of him in a whorehouse, selling herself to men and women she didn’t know to help her family, and found himself hardening at the thought. Not just because he wanted to know what she looked at felt like beneath that disgusting gown but because this was a woman who would do anything for her family and he admired that.

When she goes to leave again, this time he stops her with an arm around her waist. She doesn’t meet his eye as he looks at her hungrily but she doesn’t pull away either. “I would like for you to go to my chambers. I want you naked and ready for me when I arrive but if you are not, I will not push the subject and we will forget that this happened.”

She nodded and Maegor waited a few minutes before going to his rooms. He wouldn’t have given any other woman he lusted after a choice in the matter but there was something gentle and different about her that he didn’t want to change by forcing himself onto her.

When he walked through the doors of his chambers, he saw her. She was folding her dress and placing it on the table in the room. She stood in front of him naked and unashamed as he took her in. He was right, her curves were plentiful and he wasted no time in going to her and grabbing her hips, pulling her against him. Her full breasts pressed against his chest as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He leaned down and captured her mouth. He lifted her against him and carried her to his bed.

He spent the entire night fucking her, feeling her soft skin against his as he ground his hips against hers. Her soft gasps and moans filled the room as he took her in every conceivable way.

He fell asleep buried inside of her, preventing his seed from leaking out of her wet tight cunt. When he awoke the next day, with his large hand cradling one of her breasts and himself hard again, he had decided to act on a thought that had been plaguing him since he first saw her interacting with his child.

He woke her by thrusting lazily into her. He knew she was awake enough to listen to him when she ground her hips back against him. He kissed her shoulder and whispered to her his plan to marry her. She had only nodded her head and reached behind her to dig her hand into his silver hair.

Before the moon could complete its cycle he had taken her as another wife of his. As he carried her over his shoulder with her giggling the whole time he knew this marriage was different. He did not care if she bore his children, although he would like to see her swollen with his babe very much, he only cared that she was his wife and that she was happy to be so.

When they stopped by the nursery before going to her new chambers, to see his daughter, he watched as his new wife cooed down at the little girl and realized that what made this marriage different was love. He loved her.

Daemon Targaryen

It had started out as purely physical for Daemon. She was a wet nurse, a servant, someone that was there to take care of the needs of him and his family.

He had noticed her when she was brought to Dragonstone to nurse his youngest son, Viserys. She was a vision, even in the garb that the servants had to wear. It wasn’t long until after one particular fight with his wife, he found himself in the room of the new wet nurse. She hadn’t protested as he ordered her to remove her clothes. She hadn’t squirmed or blushed when Daemon climbed on top of her. Instead, she moaned and ground up to meet his thrusts as he fucked her.

After that night, he had found himself in her bed more than his wife’s. If Rhaenrya had noticed, she hadn’t said anything and pointedly ignored it when Daemon would watch her heavy tits as she walked by him. It doesn’t take long for their physical relationship to turn into something different. He finds himself waiting in the nursery, playing with Aegon, his young son, and keeping an eye on Viserys until the wet nurse enters. When she does, Daemon says nothing and only watches her as she feeds his child.

It’s a rather intimate act, he finds. She must think so as well because it’s one of the few times her eyes flutter away from him as she blushes. When his older boy falls asleep on the settee in the nursery and Viserys is comfortable in his cot, he leads the beautiful woman out of the nursery and into his room. It’s late and most of the castle is asleep, his own wife sleeping in her chambers again. He asks her to stay with him for the night and tries to hide the surprise he feels when she agrees.

Nothing happens at first, he only wraps his arms around her and pulls her back to his chest so they can fall asleep peacefully. It seems the woman in his bed has other plans, though, as she wiggles her rear against his barely clothed cock and within minutes he’s buried deep inside of her. The sounds of her moans and the slamming of the bed against the stone wall are so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone awoke but if they did, they do not interrupt him as he spills his seed inside of her warm cunt over and over again that night.

After a few days, that night is mainly forgotten. Daemon doesn’t want to reflect on his moment of weakness where he found not just lust but intimacy and comfort in a servant. She seems to catch onto his sudden tonal change because she no longer glances his way and goes about her duties attending to his sons. It’s only after two moons have passed that she meekly goes to the princess and informs her that the young prince Viserys will no longer take her milk.

Daemon is there when she delivers the news and thinks nothing of it. While he doesn’t want this woman who has shared his bed with him to leave, he knows that it would be no effort at all to find a new wet nurse for his son. Perhaps he could convince Rhaenyra that she is still needed. Perhaps as a handmaid to one of his daughters.

It’s only when his wife asks the young woman if she has been to see the maester that has taken residence at Dragonstone, that he tunes back into the conversation. He hadn’t thought about that. If his son has suddenly stopped nursing from her, perhaps she may be sick without knowing it.

She nods and hesitantly looks at Daemon before turning her head to the floor and informing the princess that the maester told her that the young prince would not take her milk because she is with child again. Daemon can see the moment that his wife freezes at the realization that her husband has impregnated the woman that stands before her.

Feeling the tension begin to rise, Daemon stands and ushers the young woman out of the room. He tells his wife that he’ll handle it and brings her to her small room. For the first time since he has seen her, she looks small. Her eyes are red and she’s a shade of grey. He knows that it isn’t only the unplanned babe that he put inside her that is making her act like this. After all, when he was younger many women had come to him after he had bedded them and begged for help, claiming that he left a babe in their womb. Some had cried, some had raged and some had only asked for money and to never see him again. The woman in front of him now looks like a ghost.

Before he has to ask her again, her story begins to tumble out of her mouth. He learns that she was close to giving birth to her child, alone as her family had abandoned her after her husband had spread rumors that she was a whore and would spread her legs for any man with a silver coin, and that the babe that started to grow inside of her wasn’t his. Her husband had fallen into the cups and her parents wouldn’t talk to her, so when she went into labor early there was no one there to help her and her child was born small and silent.

She sniffles as she tells him that she can’t go through that again and that she rather throws herself into the sea than watch as she kills another child of hers. Daemon does his best to soothe her and when she finally calms down, he has her wrapped in his arms and reassures her quietly and soothingly that she won’t be alone.

As the moons pass and she grows larger with his child, Daemon makes sure that any duties of hers can be pushed onto someone else. Another wet nurse is brought in to feed his young son and he doesn’t give her a second look as all of his attention is on the woman carrying his babe. The maester had suggested bed rest and so Daemon finds himself in her chambers, keeping her company. He tells her stories of his youth and of his daughters. His life in Pentos and finally settling down here at Dragonstone. For each of his stories, she shares a happy one from her childhood and soon they find themselves bonding and growing a connection stronger than Daemon thought possible.

He knows his wife isn’t happy that a woman carrying her husband's bastard is living in her home but Daemon refuses to hear any complaint when it comes to this.

On a rainy night, on a day where at any moment she could start her labors, she grasps Daemon’s hand suddenly and looks at him pleadingly. She begs for him to care for the child if she dies in the birthing bed and if it is the other way and her child dies, he asks him to not stop her if she attempts to take her own life. Daemon shakes his head at her requests but she only squeezes his hand tighter and forces him to agree. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he says the words but he knows she will have no relief until she tells her what she wants to hear.

A few hours later, her labors begin and Daemon is ushered out of the room by a group of midwives and a maester. He passes the halls as he hears his paramour scream and cry and it isn’t until his sweet daughter Rhaena, comes to sit with him. He wonders why this time is so different. He wasn’t as panicked when his darling Leana birthed him his twin girls or when Rhaenrya brought Aegon and Viserys into the world, so why was his heart racing at his lover in the childbed.

After a few hours, his other daughter, Baela emerges from the room with a smile on her face and beckons her father in. He is met with the stench of blood and sweat and immediately thinks the worst. That is until he hears cooing from the other side of the room and sees his young lover in bed holding a bundle. He takes quick strides toward her and their child and smiles down at them. He kisses her on her still-soaked forehead and she smiles dazedly back at him. He then looks at the bundle in her arms and sees his child. Silver hair like his and large violet eyes that blink up curiously at him.

“I was thinking that perhaps we could name him Aerion?” She asks, hesitantly and Daemon can only nod and take the newborn in his arms. He doesn’t register as Baela places a dragon egg into his new son's cradle or the bustling of the midwives.

He can only look at the woman who used to only think of as a servant and kiss her soundly on the lips before pulling back slightly to whisper something only she could hear, “you did an excellent job, my love.”

Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon doesn’t know her story. He had never cared to ask. He was fine with watching her as she came to nurse little Maelor.

He had noticed her almost immediately. He was never one to partake in his children’s lives but one random day he found himself in the nursery. Truth be told, he was most likely hiding and hadn’t thought of the room he slipped into until his twins had run and latched onto his legs. He stood frozen, not sure what to do. He looked up for help and saw her, the dress unlaced in the front and his infant son latched to her large milky breast. He had decided to stay longer than he had originally intended to after seeing her.

When he finds himself in the nursery, he always makes sure it’s when Helaena won’t be there. He may not love her in the way a husband should but he doesn’t want her to see him eyeing another woman in front of her.

When one of the servants comes for the twins to take them away to play in the gardens, Aegon is left with the beautiful wet nurse. Her face warms at his heavy stare and she keeps her gaze on the infant in her arms as he nurses from her. Aegon watches the whole thing and finds his mouth dry. All of the fantasies he had when Helaena was pregnant but was never able to fulfill started to come roaring up as he watched the wet nurse. He wondered how it would feel to wrap his lips around her nipples and suck, drinking from her as she brushed his hair from his face and whispered softly in his ear.

Aegon is shaken out of his daydreaming when the wet nurse places Maelor in the cot after he had dozed off. She bows respectfully before trying to leave but Aegon quickly grabs her forearm. She looks down at him and he asks quietly for her to sit with him. Just for a moment, in case his son wakes, he lies, but it does the trick and she sits beside him with her hands folded neatly in her lap.

It doesn’t take long for him to convince her to untie the top of her gown. He knows that he’s abusing his privileges as the prince but ever since he saw her doing her job, he had wanted to wrap his mouth around her darkened nipples and suck. When she pulls the last tie free, Aegon doesn’t hesitate in pulling her heavy breasts free. He meets her eyes and is surprised to find acceptance and something softer in her gaze that he can’t quite place. He leans down and latches onto her breast. He sucks softly at first and then when the liquid starts to flow, he feels like a man in the desert and she is his oasis.

Despite the fact that anyone looking in from the outside would take one look at the pair of them and think of this as a sexual act, it wasn’t. Not when she brought her hand up to his hair and scratched his scalp soothingly as milk dribbled from the side of his mouth. She whispered soft words and reassurances and he hummed against her. He felt warm, light, and comfortable in her hold.

After that first night, it had become a habit for the two of them to stay together after his son fell into a milk-induced sleep, and have the wet nurse pull out her milky breasts for Aegon to drink from. As the nights passed, the more comfortable they became together, and more often than not, Aegon found himself falling asleep against her before he had finished. She would only hush him and kiss his forehead as she pulled her nipple from his mouth.

It had started something curious he wanted to try and then into a nightly comfort but as it continued, and he started to take in her reactions, he began to wonder if it comforted her as well.

One night, Aegon doesn’t fall asleep against her and instead asks her a question that has been on his mind as his son continued to grow. What would happen to her when his son no longer needed a wet nurse? What would she do when her milk dried up?

She smiled at him warmly, but it didn’t hide the sadness in her eyes. That was the night she finally told him about her stillborn babe. How she was already an unmarried woman and carrying the child of a man she hadn’t known had only made people look down on her. She spoke wistfully when she told him about how excited she was to not be alone anymore when she gave birth to her child. The excitement quickly turned into sorrow and deep depression when the babe came out blue and cold and without a single cry.

She told him that a friend of hers was a servant in the Red Keep and found her a place in the castle where she could be a wet nurse. Where she could pretend for a little while that the babe that fed at her breast was the one she lost.

She looked at Aegon and smiled sadly. “I imagine that when Maelor no longer needs a wet nurse or my milk dries up, I will either be thrown out or offered a position as a normal servant.”

Aegon frowned as she spoke. He had grown close with her, safe and loved by her. He didn’t wish for her to leave him when his son no longer needed her. He thought that perhaps he could fill his wife with another babe perhaps but as much as Helaena loved their children, he knew she dreaded him going to her bed.

Without thinking, Aegon kissed the wet nurse for the first time. She hummed against his lips and returned his kiss immediately. Her lips tasted sweeter than her milk, Aegon thought as he dipped his tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly wider and allowed him to push her onto her back. He had grown to care for her and he refused to let her go.

He would give her a child, he decided. She longed for one of her own and Aegon longed to keep her around. Her milk wouldn’t dry up if she was carrying his child, he rationalized as he pulled himself out of his trousers and spread her legs. She was panting heavily under him and had pulled her breasts out of her dress again. Aegon leaned down and kissed both nipples softly before he thrust into her heat. When he was pushed into the hilt and had his mouth around her soft flesh, he wondered if perhaps this was love. If it was, it was not something he would let go of without a fight.

Aemond Targaryen

It doesn’t take long for Aemond to see how good the woman is with his infant. She was only meant to come and nurse his son and then leave and go about her other duties but he often caught her humming to him as the babe suckled milk from her. His two other children had taken a liking to her as well, and would often talk about whatever their young minds had fixated on that day. Aemond watched as she nodded and listened to them with a smile on her face.

His previous wife had rarely given their children the time of day. She had them out of a sense of duty and after they had entered this world with a loud cry, she refused to look upon their sweet faces, instead gesturing for the midwives to hand the children to her husband. Aemond had taken the children gladly. Loving them since the moment they were conceived and it hurt him to know that their own mother didn’t care for them. After the birth of their most recent son, Aelyx, she disappeared in the middle of the night. Most likely with the knight she often shared looks with. It didn’t matter much to Aemond, he had only been worried for his children, but they had barely noticed their mother’s absence and quickly latched onto the beautiful wet nurse.

It doesn’t take long for Aemond to ask her to stay around when he visits his children in the nursery. He visits them every day after he is done training and most of the time the servants and wet nurse would leave so he could be alone with his children, but he found her presence comforting. His two children seemed happy for her to join their special time with their father. As he held his infant son so his other two could cling to her legs and demand stories from her. Aemond couldn’t keep the smile off of his face at the giggles from his children or the silly voices of the wet nurse as she told them story after story. She eventually caught his smile over their heads and returned it with one of her own.

Soon, he doesn’t just ask for her to stay when the children are around. After Aelyx has fallen asleep after a feeding and she goes to leave for the night, Aemond asks for her to stay and keep him company. She looks hesitant and Aemond knows why. He reassures her that he just wants company as he sits by the fire and that he doesn’t wish to be alone. She indulges him and takes the seat across from him.

It’s on one of the many nights that they sit in silence, just enjoying each other's company that Aemond asks her how she came to be a wet nurse in the Red Keep.

For a moment, he thinks he won’t receive an answer. An anxious seizes him just for a second as he starts to think that their companionship has been one-sided. He can’t really blame her if she doesn’t tell him. There’s a chance that what he asked for could have a deeply personal answer.

Just when he thinks she has chosen to ignore his question, she looks over at little Aelyx, whose safe and asleep in his cot beside Aemond’s bed, and begins to talk. She tells him quietly about her husband and daughter. How they were a happy and loving family, and how she was even expecting another child by the Spring when the Shivers ran rampant through the city. Her tears glisten with tears as she goes on about how her husband and daughter were lost to it and she had hoped that the Stranger would take her too so that she may be with her family again, but had only taken her unborn child instead of her.

She wipes a few stray tears from her cheeks and finally looks at Aemond and he is startled to find that tears had begun to form in his own eye. He couldn’t begin to imagine losing his own children.

She continued, telling him that after the city was washed clean of the sickness and she was healthy once again, her breasts were still full of milk and ready to feed the child that she lost. She tells him of how men from the Red Keep had come to the city and how she hadn’t thought twice about it before taking them up on their offer to leave her now empty home and work in the bustling castle.

Aemond doesn’t say anything when she finishes her story. He doesn’t think there is anything he can say to her that could possibly heal the wounds of her past, so he only reaches over and places his hand on top of hers. She smiles sadly at him and he feels a deep sadness, one that he never thought he’d ever feel.

Eventually, she leaves for the night and Aemond is left still sitting in front of the warm fire. He doesn’t notice as the hours go by and the sun breaks over the horizon. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he can’t think about anything but her. The more his mind wanders back to her the more he begins to realize that he’s fallen in love for his son’s sweet and tragic wet nurse. He can’t remember ever feeling this way before for someone. When he married his wife, he had hoped that duty would eventually lead to love but it never did.

The feeling in his chest, though, when he thinks of the woman’s kind smile and the way she’s soft and stern with his children. How she looks at him with kindness and not pity or fear. Well, that feeling is a whole new monster.

He decides to resolve it when the Red Keep starts to wake. He’ll go to his mother and inform her of his intentions on marrying the wet nurse. Yes, she is a servant but he has already done his duty and provided children from a highborn Lady. A Lady who disappeared one night and who no one knows if she is alive or dead. Meaning, he is free to marry whomever he wishes.

He can only hope that when he tells his love of his plans on marrying her, she is happy because he doesn’t think he can have another woman shackled to him that does not love him.

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kqtnap · 3 months ago

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Hello can I request a Lawliet x reader

a girl detective who has grown up with him and watari but she stopped responding to the messages and attempts to communicate with him

Light Yagami

please

IN MY SOLITUDE.

l. lawliet x fem!reader

ꨄ︎ this isnt going to be very long, the 2nd part will be WAY longer im just trying to get atleast a bit of this out to show

ꨄ︎ content : fluff (?)

ꨄ︎ summary : fem!reader ignores Lawliets advances to try and contact her and eventually he gives up on trying. She later regrets this and makes an attempt to reach him and he lets her help on the kira investigation and eventually they make up.

ꨄ︎ side-note : im gonna be doing this in two parts because its a longer story >0<

ꨄ︎ wordcount : only 589 :3

"Watari, have you heard from her?" L asked, his voice laced of curiosity and concern as he sat cross-legged on the couch, a half-eaten plate of cake balancing precariously on his knee.

Watari, his eyes never leaving the multitude of screens in front of him, replied with a curt, "No, she hasn't been responding to my messages either." He says releasing a deep sigh.

The room was filled with a heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. The once familiar chirping of birds outside had been replaced by the distant murmur of the city, a stark reminder of the passage of time. The warm, yellow light cast by the desk lamp threw deep shadows across L's face, highlighting the dark circles that had become a permanent fixture under his eyes. He took a bite of the apple, the crunch echoing in the quiet room.

"It's been months," L murmured, his gaze drifting to the silent phone on the coffee table. The female detective, someone he had known for so long, had suddenly gone quiet. They had shared countless cases, grown up together in the complex world of crime, and yet she had just disappeared from his life without a trace. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at her sudden withdrawal, especially when he knew she had the skills and insight that could help him on the most critical case of his career, the Kira investigation.

Making a quick decision to contact the female, the dark haired male decided to send her one last email that could possibly change the situation and bring the two back together.

“Hello Y/N.

I would like to request that you meet me out for lunch at CAFEEL the coffee shop located in the underground section of Shinjuku Station in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon.

I have some very important things to discuss with you and I would greatly appreciate if you came alone.

Sincerely, L.”

y/n’s pov

My computer dinged, signaling i’ve received an email. I click over to the already opened tab to see one single email, I click it and soon im met with a breif email from L. Lawliet. My eyes darted back and fourth at the email, debating if I should write him a reply or just ignore it like have all the other emails.

I let out a shaky breath, contemplating my choices, I slide my mouse over to the bold ‘REPLY’ button at the end of the email I have received and I click on it. I quickly begin typing out my answer, feeling a light wave of sudden courage.

“ Dear L. Lawliet,

I hope this message finds you well. I sincerely apologize for not responding to your previous emails over the years; I appreciate your patience. I would be more than happy to meet you for lunch at CAFEEL tomorrow afternoon. It get how important this may be for our friendship and I understand the need for a private discussion. Please let me know what time works best for you, and I'll make sure to be there.”

I release a deep breath and start to stand up and stretch, releaving my body from being sat down in my old office chair for hours. I bend down a bit to close off my tabs and turn off my monitor for the night. I set the alarm on ny alarm clock for 9am to give myself time to get ready before I see my friend whom I havent contacted in years, finally heading to bed for a much needed rest.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? >^<

this def isnt the best i couldve done but im not unhappy with it >_< i will try to do a part two of this as soon as i can but ive been very busy recently so..

and i very much appreciate anyone who has sent me requests i promise im working on them

and please criticize this and let me know what you think . tips/advice are appreciated >_<

and @alyssa-dayne please feel free to let me know if this isnt what you meant in the request i will glady rewrite it for you >_<

#l lawliet fluff #lawliet x reader #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader #l x reader #death note #death note fluff

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meetinginsamarra · 4 months ago

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Fanfics I really liked in June 2024

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

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The Disappointed Optimist's Guide to Sharing a Flat with a Madman by Calais_Reno @calaisreno

Despairing over his horrible living situation, John Watson has a small bit of luck when he meets Victor Trevor, who is trying to get out of his lease. Taking over the lease will mean moving in with Sherlock Holmes, but compared with his current horrible flatmates- Seriously, how bad can it be? A couple of brats who mess up the flat, make fun of him, and eat his food. Or a bloke who doesn’t talk and sometimes plays the violin. He can stick it out for two months...

Lots of fun and some hurt/comfort, great reading!

Two Dozen Kilometres North of Berlin by stopthat

“How am I meant to forgive you?” John whispers, the moment calling for quiet, the question heavy and harsh. Sherlock thinks of what they’ve both been through, each suffering in solitude, existing in a divided nightmare, several worlds apart.

“Perhaps you’re not,” he says, closing his eyes against the inescapable dark.

Reunion, angst with happy ending and bedsharing. What more does one need?

A thing with peas by khorazir @khorazir

Sherlock does the laundry. John cooks a thing with peas. They talk. Finally.

Yes, finally! Just a lovely and long overdue and very satisfying conversation.

A Home for Us by sussexbound

He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Post-Reichenbach, hurt/comfort and caring John. No Mary. Lots of feelings!

Masters of Ink by Indybaggins @indybaggins

John has a triple-coiled tattoo machine in his hand and a row of inks at the ready. He has gloves on, a willing client in front of him, and a detailed stencil. He is ready to win this bloody competition. Except he’s competing against Sherlock Holmes...

Awesome first meeting on a reality show, Ink Master AU. There is expert tattooing, slightly less expert flirting, and two men falling hard. But John is married, and they can’t all win.

#my fanfic recs #sherlock fic #fic rec list #fanfics I really liked in June 2024

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astriiformes · 24 days ago

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My instructor for my German class copied me on a communication with my academic advisor about my attendance issues and I get it, I get that I've missed a lot of class and that instructors are frustrated by that, but I genuinely don't know what I'm supposed to do when the problem is that I've been physically unable to wake up most mornings for the last several weeks.

Like I've had similar issues before, but it's so much worse this semester (my class isn't until 10:10am, and I live a 30-40 minute train ride from campus, but that's still not that early). I specifically took this class--at this time too--because I thought it was late enough that it wouldn't be an issue, and now I'm probably going to have to end up in a meeting with her and my advisor where I bawl my eyes out about how I really am trying, and that I know it sounds like the worst excuse ever but I swear I'm not just being lazy or skipping class on purpose.

And it makes me terrified for the future, where I might have jobs where I can't set my own schedule, and especially because when your partner ended up suddenly and mysteriously sick with tired-all-the-time-to-the-point-of-being-mostly-bedbound disease, having your own fatigue issues is incredibly scary and traumatizing. We're already in such a precarious situation, we cannot afford my health going south, too.

I don't know. I'm scared and stressed about this specific scenario, but also about, like, life in general, and feeling pretty miserable.

#i genuinely don't know what's wrong with me. like it's probably in part POTS-related but #that's unfortunately also the least helpful explanation ever because there isn't really a ton that i can do about it #and i need a real solution that makes it possible for me to actually go to school and work #because otherwise i am in so much trouble #i don't know. i really am getting worried that i'm going to hit a breaking point soon. this semester has been. not great #and i haven't even started in earnest on my grad school applications that need to be done in like. a month #but like. i am barely staying afloat. when am i going to have time #anyway. suspect i will be crying a lot this week

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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The Arcana HCs: MC with M6's familiars

Julian & Malak

Malak has appointed himself as your personal bodyguard

Which means that he has a habit of randomly shadowing you (usually when Julian is doing something that keeps him in the same spot for a long time, like researching or doctoring)

Which usually ends in him swooping in and saving the day anytime he sees you in a situation that he deems to be strange or hostile

Sometimes it's really helpful, like when he started harrassing a pickpocket that had been following you for several blocks

Sometimes it isn't, like when he mistook an excited friendly hug with an acquaintance for a sudden attack and flew in their face

Loves to bring you shiny things

Do you know where he found them? No. Are you fairly certain that some of these objects are too valuable for him to have found them in the trash? Yes

Will Malak be ticked if you use magic to find the owner to return his little gift to them? Yes, but he'll forgive you quickly

Usually nests in Julian's rafters, but he'll fly down and perch on your bed frame if you're having a rough night

Asra & Faust

Faust likes to give you sooo many friendly squeezes!

She also just likes to keep you company, especially when her master is doing something boring, like sleeping or reading

Are you taking inventory? There she is, exploring the next box! Are you cooking? There she is, dangling precariously over the stove to peek into the pot!

Honestly the amount of heart attacks she's given you is insane

She also likes to sneak a joyride in your bag when you go out to run errands

You never see her slither in, you never see her when you check your bag before you leave, but just when you've reached the point where turning around is bothersome, there she is on your shoulder!

It usually ends up being plenty of fun, she'll comment on all the things she does and doesn't like as you walk

She also likes to hide in your shirt and pop out of your sleeve when you reach out to take something from a vendor's hands

Somehow, she seems to know what you're feeling even before you do, and is right there with a gentle squeeze when you need it most

Nadia & Chandra

Chandra likes to keep you company when Nadia is busy, especially when you're spending your time outside

If you're in the palace gardens and can spare a few minutes, she'll bring you some of her toys to play with together. It's also fun to look at the results of Nadia's tinkering

Loves running errands for you, especially when there's treats involved, but really she just likes to be depended on and help make your life a little bit easier

You'll have to start leaving your window open and keeping your things on shelves for better access

You need a pen? Different shoes? A book? Chandra's flapping off as soon as you mention it and returning in minutes with the necessary item safe in her talons

You learned the hard way not to ask for anything made of fabric. She's very careful but her claws are sharp and end up ripping it

Always, always knows when you're about to need support and is right there to help you avert catastrophe

Sometimes enlists your help to get Nadia to understand what she's trying to say

Will shade your eyes with her wing if you fall asleep in the sun

Muriel & Inanna

Muriel used to sleep on the floor so she could have the bed, but once you move in she builds her own den near the clearing

She likes her privacy and alone time, and as funny as it is to make Muriel sweat, she knows he won't make any moves on you if she's around to watch and judge him

Somehow, she always knows when you're going to be walking through the woods and is right there when you set out

You could be foraging. You could be exploring. You could be going into town, in which case she'll walk you to the treeline and then magically meet you there when you're on your way back

She's much more mischievous than she lets on

She likes running off with your and Muriel's clothes when either of you bathes without the other, just so that you'll have to go into the hut in a towel and make the other of you blush

Promptly returns your clean, dry clothes as soon as she's accomplished her objective

She's very protective of you. One time when you had a slight cold, she bullied you into bed and then sat on you until Muriel returned

Portia & Pepi

She likes to follow Portia everywhere

But sometimes, Portia needs to attend important ambassador meetings, to which cats are not invited (no matter how cute said cat is)

So she'll follow you instead. Everywhere

Around the cottage. Around the Palace. Around Vesuvia. On the boat. In your cabin. In the hold. Oh, you're going up to the crow's nest? She's trying to climb the rigging (and somehow succeeding??)

The sailors give you a wide berth when Portia's not around, not because they don't like you, but because Pepi's somewhere nearby just waiting to be tripped over

Portia talks to her quite a bit, so she's gotten into the habit of listening to you talk as well. If you're having a conversation, just look for the nearest climbable object and she's right there, completely tuned in

Every single time you sit down, she'll be nudging her way into your arms or lap

It doesn't matter if you're working on something. It doesn't matter if your hands are full. She is getting. Into your lap. No exceptions.

Will trip anyone besides Portia who walks too close to you

Lucio & Mercedes & Melchior

So. very. demanding.

Are you sitting down? Pet them! Are you standing still? Pet them!! Are you walking with your hands free? Pet them!!!

Will not hesitate to compete with Lucio for your first hug when you come back after being out all day. They will charge at his knees and knock him to the floor to get to you before he can

They also insist on sharing your sleeping space with you

Inside or outside, on a bed or in a bedroll, they will join you and Lucio and can only be stopped if they are locked out of the room

You'll find them waiting outside with the most wounded puppy eyes you've ever seen when you open the door in the morning

They love to play with you! Give them something to chase!

It can be anything if you throw it far enough really, a ball, a stick, a shoe, a piece of Lucio's gauntlet, a pomegranate if you happen to have one ...

It's okay if you can't find anything to throw - they'll just grab something important of yours in their mouth and run so you can be the one to chase them!

Always there if you need some comfort

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #ask arcana brainrot

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truwaifu · 4 months ago

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Heartstrings Entangled

Chiyori has never been smooth. Clumsy? Yes. And her clumsiness is exactly what gets her into a very precarious situation with Mr. Arctic himself. Chiyori isn’t getting any closer to facing Satoru but she knows more than anything, she can’t push her feelings for Nanmai away either.

Chapter three in this series.

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2 here

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Chiyori (fxreader)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None, please free to leave your thoughts and comments. I would love to know how you feel about the series so far; .xx

After what happened with Nanami at the welcome meeting, Chiyori refused to leave her office. She unpacked her office belongings, making sure to hang up the framed photo of her and Satoru. Will he hate me? Does he love him? She worked until it was time for lunch, so engrossed in her work, she hadn’t noticed Ellie at her office door wanting to invite her to lunch. Chiyori came to learn Ellie was in the office right next to hers. She dressed pretty modestly for a woman who was only two years older than her. Her nails were neatly manicured and the pearls around her neck and a certain gleam to them that Chiyori had half a mind to ask her if she polishes her pearls before she puts them on.

“Believe it or not, the men here aren’t total pricks.” The way Ellie spoke did not match her aesthetic in the slightest. “John is kind, Adam is a little weird, I would stay away from him actually. Joey, well I don’t know much about Joey but Reggie loves him.”

ChiyoriI was honestly grateful for Ellie and all her insight. “And Reggie is the husband right?” “Yes! He’s that handsome specimen right over there!” Chiyori wasn’t too sure what to expect when looking at Ellie’s husband but he seemed like the perfect match for her. The way they were giving each other flirty eyes across the office lunch room said “you know nothing of our relationship.” They’re cute. As Chiyori watched them she found her mind wandering back to Mr. Arctic and she thought a little harmless digging wouldn’t hurt. Was “work Nanami” different from the Nanami that Satoru knows?

“What about him, what’s his deal?” She asked, toying with her food trying to remain aloof while she nudged her head towards Nanami.

“Ah, Nanami san. An enigma to most. I’ve seen both men and women throw themselves at him and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. Total gentlemen though and pulls his weight around the office, not to mention the group projects.” Of course he’d be perfect.

“We’re adults here, we’re still subjected to group projects?”

“Nothing says teamwork like late hours in the office to close a deal.”

“I guess that’s fair. Is he married?”

“Nope, I’ve only ever seen a white haired man, equally as appealing to the eye, show up once or twice and each time I swear I thought Nanami was going to pop a blood vessel.” A white haired man? Could it be Satoru? Why do I even care? Chiyori knew she should’ve dropped it but curiosity was eating at her. She pulled out her phone and looked to see if she had a picture of her sorcerer easily accessible.

“Hey Ellie, the white haired man you mentioned, any chance it was him?” Ellie examined the photo in awe. Her expression told Chiyori her suspicions were correct.

“Is that your husband?”

“Ew, no, that’s my best friend. I may or may not have already met Nanami but I didn’t make the best impression.”

“You saw Nanami Kento outside?! A rarity indeed.”

“I don’t think he likes me very much. I tried to make up for it by the end of the night but judging by the look he gave me at my welcome meeting, not only does he remember me, he very much feels disdain towards me.”

“Wait, what happened?”

“That story is for another time, I have to get back to work.”

“Alright fine, but are you sure it was disdain? The man keeps to himself, but he just doesn’t seem the type.”

“If not disdain, then what? Trust me, he hates me.”

Chiyori grabbed her garbage and forgotten coffee to head towards the trash. Not noticing her surroundings, she turned and hit a wall, that wall being Nanami Kento. Her coffee spilt all over his chest.

“I am so sorry, Nanami.”

“You forget your formalities.” He doesn’t seem at all bothered by the coffee and more annoyed that Chiyori didn’t address him properly. Hearing his voice clearly in the light of day sent shivers down her spine.

“Huh? We should grab a towel or it'll stain.”

“It’ll be fine, excuse me.”

“Don’t do that, let me help.” Chiyori grabbed Nanami’s arm and dragged him to the office kitchen area and got to work on finding a towel. She searched through several cabinets and drawers before she found what she was looking for.

“Perfect! Now, if you have another shirt, you can change into it but this will look worse before it looks better. I used to work in a kitchen and doubled as a server when I was in school and I learned all sorts of cool tricks.” She was rambling and couldn’t find the will to stop. Being this close to Namani made her nervous. She couldn’t look him in the eye.

“I’m really sorry. I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.” Namami doesn’t speak. Instead he grunts.

“What did you mean before? About formalities?”

“You should refer to me as Nanami San.” This man seriously hates me.

“Right, of course, I’m sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.”

“Do I? Well now I want to say it again because of how many times I’ve already said it.” Chiyori laughed hoping he’d join in but it’s silent. It’s silent and Chiyori can’t look at him. It’s silent and she can’t look at him and she’s rubbing his chest with a wet towel. She could feel his steel gaze burning a hole through her skull. Insufferable.

“Should be good now, you know, once it dries.”

Without another word Chiyori turned and practically ran back to her office. She stayed there far past normal work hours. She was mortified and was hoping she didn’t run into anyone from the office. If she was lucky, she’d make it to her apartment in one piece. Chiyori had made such a fool of herself in front of Nanami. She couldn’t shake why she cared so much to begin with. He’s gay for heaven's sake! Trying to rid her mind of these intrusive thoughts she locked up and headed for the train.

Once she made it home, Chiyori tried to focus on anything other than her guilt but she felt as though the universe was hell bent on making her face feelings. Satoru had called twice and twice she ignored his call. When he called for a third time she knew he wasn’t going to stop until he spoke to her. She had no choice but to pick up his call.

“Hey you.” She spoke softly into the phone.

“Tough first day?” There wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Something like that.”

“How welcoming was Kento? I told him if he didn’t take care of you I would kick his ass.” Chiyori stiffened.

“You knew he worked there?”

“Of course I knew.”

“And you didn’t think that was something I should know?”

“Why does that piece of information matter, Chi?” There it is, the amusement is back in his tone.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Satoru.”

“Okay, crabby. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, you need some rest.” Chiyori winced. How dare she speak to him like that when he wasn’t the one in the wrong.

“I’m sorry, Toru. You didn’t deserve that. I’m such a bitch.”

“Seriously, you’re good. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll ease into your job in no time, We all know you’re the best thing for this company. Get some rest, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

The line goes dead before Chiyori could say anything else. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Satoru was as supportive as ever. He’d always been the one there for her through all of her troubles and yet she felt like a fraud. I’m the fucking worst. She didn’t know what the future looked like working alongside Nanami. She knew she couldn’t keep this up but she didn’t have it in her to talk to Satoru about it either. Coward. I’m such a fucking coward.

Chapter 4

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami #nanami smut #jjk kento #kento nanami #jujustu kaisen

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hotcryptidsinyourarea · 4 months ago

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Falling for the Frogman of Loveland, Ohio

story synopsis: Molly is a 30-something cookbook editor who has decided to move from New York to Loveland, Ohio after a bad breakup and a desire for a fresh start. She is instantly attracted to her neighbor Jeremiah's midwestern charms, but this local guy is much more than meets the eye...

human (she/her) + interdimensional humanoid frogman (he/him)

cw: aint-shit brooklyn hipster ex-boyfriend. millennial real estate angst. Ohio.

Chapter 1

I never thought in a million years I would end up in Ohio of all places. I’ve always fancied myself a real City Girl type. I grew up in the Houston metro area where I was more likely to be perusing the Galleria or eating sushi than I was engaging in any of the more agrarian behaviors outsiders assume Texans are wont to do but largely don’t. And then as soon as I graduated, I made my way to New York to officially start my life in the city I would never leave, as far as I was concerned.

But after 14 years of scraping by, 14 years of overpriced rent and skipping meals in order to afford the bills, I’ve had enough. I sold my furniture, wrapped up my loose ends, and made a break to escape the rat race.

Okay, maybe I’m not some maverick refusing to buy into the capitalist hustle. My grand escape from New York is a little less Snake Plimson and more desperate-slash-dumped. I was supposed to move in with my boyfriend Mark, the gorgeous and brilliant photographer I had been seeing for three whole years. My lease with my last roommate was coming to an end, so Mark and I decided to do what grown ups supposedly do and finally get a place together to embark on the whole domestic bliss thing. I was absolutely looking forward to having someone to split expenses with, but even more so it felt like I was finally becoming a real adult. Moving in with your boyfriend in New York is, as far as lifestyle accomplishments go, the equivalent of getting married and having kids for people in the burbs. And I was ready to start this next chapter of my life knowing I was on track with the milestones expected of me.

Unfortunately, Mark was not ready. At the big age of 36, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t know himself well enough to get tied down to a life of commitment– or even the eighteen months our lease would occupy. “There’s so much I still want to do,” he said. “It would be unfair to you if I was here physically, when my heart and soul are somewhere else,” he said. I wanted to deck him.

Honestly, I can get over the rejection from a man who was self-admittedly only half present, but his dumping me put me in a position far more precarious than heartbreak: sitting there with just six weeks to find an affordable place to live in New York City. Not impossible, mind you, but a significant burden where I will absolutely be forced to make concessions regarding what I want. I was looking down the barrel of a too much for too little housing situation that I’d be stuck in for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that I would end up in a street level roach motel with a toilet in the kitchen for no less than $4000/month.

But after a few hours online searching for options, the algorithm gods smiled down upon me. I was scrolling through my feed having just double tapped on a high school friend’s baby announcement when I saw it: a targeted ad that read: GET PAID $30,000 TO LIVE AND WORK IN OHIO.

$30k is not going to make me a wealthy woman, by any means, but it’s a hell of a lot more than I stood to lose trying to find acceptable lodging in the city. And while I had a decent social circle I didn’t want to abandon, my desire to go out and spend my free time (as well as my not-so-free-money) had dwindled as of late. I found myself avoiding the parties and bars where I more often than not spent the evening straining my voice just to have a simple conversation with someone I can barely even hear in favor of staying in to read with a glass of wine while brainstorming fan theories with other members of one of the several fandom Discord channels I belong to. And my job has essentially become 100% remote as of late. Any essential meetings I may need to attend could be covered as a business trip, but considering most of my job involves research and grunt work versus client-facing duties, it likely wouldn’t come up at all. I was free to leave New York.

That is to say, my curiosity was piqued. So I clicked. And I applied. Then in what felt like a whirlwind courting, I was put into contact with a state worker who walked me through the grant application with the kind of midwestern charm I found refreshing after over a decade of city cynicism. I was then presented with a selection of eligible properties, mortgage options, and even connections to discounted moving services. Seemingly quicker than one could say “buckeye state,” I had a home lined up for me.

A month later, here I am: driving west to Loveland, Ohio. I would never admit it out loud to my friends in New York, but when I saw the option for the little single story bungalow in a town called Loveland, I was instantly drawn to the romanticism of the name. I’ve never considered myself a romantic. After all, my last relationship was built more upon a desire to live a D.I.N.K. lifestyle than some sort of deep, burning passion between two souls made of the same. But finding this opportunity to start anew in an actual hand-to-god house that I could feasibly own felt more like a whirlwind case of woo than dating men ever did. After all, having a place of one’s own to which she can safely escape has been an unattainable dream for women throughout the recorded centuries.

I am not so jaded as to deny the appeal of true romantic love; the security of a trusted partner and the comfort of consistent, pleasurable sex is not something I would turn away if it presented itself. But I also accept the fact that those ideals are born from a rather modern mindset born from the emergence of the bored middle class who desired a genteel way to express their own horniness disguised under the veil of “art.”

Well, I mostly know that. Maybe it’s all I’m allowing myself to believe in order to keep myself from being disappointed when I inevitably never experience the kind of love that makes one write poems and paint portraits. I mean, there’s ample evidence in this world that some people truly do fall in love I recently read that the English poet and surrealist patron Edward James was so in love with his dancer wife Tilly Losch, he had the impressions of her footsteps woven into the stair’s carpet in their home together, creating a tribute to their shared intimacy and the love he held not just for her physicality, but her contribution towards turning their house into his home.

Of course, Edward and Tilly ended up divorced. To his credit, James didn’t destroy the carpet upon the dissolution of his marriage and her subsequent campaign to pin it on his bisexuality rather than her infidelity. Instead he ended up donating it to an arts’ college and replaced the one in his home with a new commission– this time, featuring the pawprints of his beloved dog. C’est l’amour! One day you’re in love with your gorgeous dancer wife and her elegant footsteps, the next, she’s outing you in divorce court and you’re making lobster telephones with Salvador Dalí.

So with all that in mind, I find myself here in the Cincinnati suburbs, heading directly to my new life in a land of love smack dab in the middle of The Heart of It All. But despite how it sounds, I’m not holding out for a hero. I will happily settle for falling in love with my new life and my new house.

I may not be in love, but I am definitely crushing on my new place. As I pull into the driveway, I feel my heartbeat quicken in excitement. It’s so BIG! I mean, I’m from Houston– I know how big houses can be and this isn’t a mansion by any means. In fact, the listing called it a “modern cottage” style, insinuating that it’s on the smaller side of homes. But I’ve been apartment dwelling in New York for so long, I feel unsure about what to do with so much space to myself. I don’t have even close to enough furnishings to fill this place. There shall be much shopping in my foreseeable future. And there isn’t just a yard– there’s two! I might take up gardening. Maybe I’ll get a dog. My head is swimming with the possibilities.

I grab my bags from the car and saunter up to the front door. It’s not my first time across the threshold– I flew out here before closing to oversee the inspection and get to know the area. But none of that diminishes my excitement. After all, this is my first home! I get to have a little bit of romanticization within the experience. As a treat.

The first thing to notice when walking into the house is the spacious open-plan kitchen and living area. The kitchen is what really excited me about this house. As an editor for cookbooks, I spend a lot of time there developing and testing. And now with all this room, I can fill it with every specialized tool and rare ingredients my little heart desires. The kitchen island fills the space and features a dozen or so drawers and cabinets of all different shapes and sizes to accommodate all my storage needs. And the appliances are perfect. The refrigerator is a pistachio green color with a design that looks like it came straight out of the 1950s, but it’s actually brand new and energy efficient. The stove features a gas range as well as a griddle top– the kind my Nana used to make us pancakes whenever we’d stay with her over Christmas. There’s also plenty of room for me to set up a desk for when the actual writing needs to occur. I’m going to get so much done!

The rest of the house is perfect for me. The master bedroom faces the east, so the sun pours in as soon as it rises. The connecting bathroom has a huge clawfoot tub AND a corner shower with rain-style fixtures. The second-largest room features floor-to-ceiling built-in bookcases that basically called to me when I first saw them in the listing. I was planning on converting it into a dual-use library-slash-guest room, but now that I’m here, I wonder if I’ll be willing to share it with any guests. Is it considered gauche for a grown woman to commit an entire room to house her hardcover romantasy collection? Well, they might just have to call me fucking gauche because I am seriously considering it.

Besides, the smallest third bedroom could serve as a perfectly adequate guest room. It can barely fit more than a bed and a dresser, but it would work. Between the future library and future guest room is the second bathroom. It’s not as nice as the master bath, but all the fixtures are new and the tiling is a really cute black and white subway style that will go well with the modernist decor I have in mind.

But decorating, working, filling up bookshelves– those are all to-do items for the near future. At the moment, I should really focus on the tasks at hand. First, I need to unload the rest of my things still in the car. The storage pod I have the majority of my possessions in is scheduled to be in my driveway in a couple days, but I brought the bare necessities along with me. After that, I will need to get some food in me. I make a mental grocery list while I unload the car.

I got the entire $30k from the grant, but I only needed $20k for the down payment, leaving me with a nice chunk of change to invest in a new-to-me hybrid sedan. I haven’t owned a car since I sold the one I drove in high school after graduation. But considering I grew up in a city that is mostly a collection of zig-zagging freeways and pavement, I am pretty comfortable behind the wheel even after all these years of living by the graces of public transportation. The autonomy granted with a personal vehicle is not lost on me. No more showing up late due to MTA delays or having to avert my eyes from strange male passengers whose hands are conspicuously not in plain sight, though still in visible motion. Instead, I now get to enjoy the comfort of a working air conditioner and the freedom to belt out Beyoncé songs at the top of my lungs. Which is exactly what I do on my drive to the supermarket.

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faroreskiss · 1 year ago

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"Do you think I'm a cheater?"

Summary: Isekai!Reader has a dilemma. You remember your S/O in our world and talk to Link about it. You know, the Link you slept with. Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone. Read on Ao3

"Hey Link," you called out to him, as you idly drew random shapes on the dirt floor. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas; or whatever bug making the chirping noises, and the small fire crackling nearby. And of course the snoring.

After the postman incident, thoughts of your own world occupied you again. You had been distant and they noticed. You couldn't sleep as much either, but thanks to the lack of your fighting skills, there was always a Link with you, taking the turn for the watch duty.

"Yeah?" Wild replied softly, with a low volume.

"Do you think I'm a cheater?" You deadpanned, still playing with the stick, not looking at his face.

"What?" He looked perplexed. Did you mean the flirting and glances between you and the rancher? But again, it's not like what was between you and Wild was all that clear in the first place, even though you did share each other's bodies... Once, right before Chain. Then cuddled during trying times, showed affection to each other.

Oh.

Right. You never talked about your life on the other side. Sure, about how some things were in your world, education, maybe some economy. But almost never your personal life, and none of them ever pushed you.

Hell, you actively tried not to think about it, you let go in a way at some point, thinking you'd never see them again anyway, so YOLO?

But then seeing how you are now traveling between eras, didn't that mean you could go back to your own world at some point?

How cruel. How cruel that only after years you learn that there is a possibility.

You sighed.

"I... I actually have, or had, or have.." you stumbled upon your words, not knowing which tense to use.

"There is someone in my world... that is, or was my partner."

Your lips formed a line again, you were still not looking at him. Wild didn't speak for a moment, only understanding what you meant by cheating, just now. You heard some shuffling, he dropped down from the tree silently like a cat.

"(Y/N)..." he started speaking, you interrupted him.

"I know... We have been together for quite a while too, we lived together. But then I was suddenly somewhere else, some world else," you were trying to keep your low voice from trembling, holding back the bitter tears.

He just listened, cautiously moving near you, but not quite making contact.

"I- I ignored their existence since I thought I'd never see them again, then a couple of years passed and I ended up sleeping with someone else, uh, no offense," you were still not looking at him.

"Actually two at once," he snickered. Wild didn't know what to say, so he at least tried to lighten the mood.

"Not funny, not right now!" You hit his shoulder playfully. It was a little bit funny, at least you got distracted from your gloomy mood.

"(Y/N), you thought they were lost to you, forever. How can that be cheating?" He inquired, with a serious tone this time.

You knew he had a point. But that wasn't as straightforward as he thought.

"You are biased," you scoffed. "And look at the Old Man, he sure got to see his wife again. I bet he wouldn't... indulge, like I did." You gulped, guilt was clawing at you again, making it hard to breathe.

"Yeah what a fair comparison. He was thrown into a precarious situation constantly fighting and jumping worlds and guesses he'd probably see his Hyrule again, and you, who had a peaceful life in a village for years with no way to return to your home. Really, a great way to make yourself a big baddie," he said with a sarcastic tone, a tinge of scolding mixed in.

You paused. You have never heard Wild speak this much before. You just mumbled something about not having tried hard enough, still staring at the twig you had in your hand.

He moved closer and gently lifted your chin towards him, making your eyes meet. You melted a little inside, which only fed your guilt even more.

"Look..." he said. "Fine, it is complicated." He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the dimly lit night.

"But you didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He tried to assure you. You averted your gaze again.

"Now that we know... What does it mean, Link? If I can get back to my world one day, does that mean... we, I..."

You trailed off. Wild just listened.

This was really complicated, way too complicated. You didn't want to push him away, you were selfish.

Yet thinking of your partner, wrecked with the pain of losing you perhaps, while you were in the arms of another, receiving comfort? Your stomach was twisting.

After all, maybe they did find someone else already? Or were you merely trying to justify your actions?

Oh Gods, you bet Sky wouldn't think so highly of you. Old Man wouldn't either. None of them would.

As you mentally shuddered, you gave in and leaned on Wild, even if a bit awkwardly.

"Don't tell the others, will you?"

"It's your life to tell," he assured you as he put his arm around your shoulder as you both leaned on the tree. The turmoil of emotions wouldn't let you go further, but at least you enjoyed the companionship and understanding he offered for now.

"I will never judge you, no one can, not for this," he said softly.

You were glad, but guilt still ate at you. Between these legendary heroes, it made you feel small. Shouldn't you have had some type of undying love story?

"...and what if we end up in my world?" your voice but a whisper. He didn't reply immediately.

"We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, I guess," he ghost shrugged. His eyes had a distant look.

"But I'll be there, okay?" He added somewhat awkwardly.

You gave him a weak smile as you nodded, not knowing what to say, what to do. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted to be close. He probably wanted the same but didn't want to force a choice on you.

What comes next would be your own choice. How you wanted to proceed now, was your problem.

But he would be there, whatever you chose.

You leaned on the tree trunk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then you slowly drifted off to sleep. A warmth with a tinge of guilt embraced you, giving you dreams of bridges and portals as you fell asleep.

And the face of your beloved.

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deuxcherise · 12 days ago

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Feeling Blue

C/w: Unhealthy behaviors, angst (?), happy ending (?), suggestive drug use, mentions of kidnap, mentions of chains, mentions of physical restriction, mentions of terms like “wife” and “husband”, male yandere, gender neutral reader

A/n: So… some of us have been here. Love is tough when you don't know if you're doing it right. Especially for those of us who probably love “too much”. They say when you meet the right one, everything will fall into place. But how many times has that felt like happened and yet here we are, alone? Anyway… so there's a yandere somewhere out there looking for someone like you-

Masterlist

“.....”

You look at the screen of your phone yet again, still waiting for a message from your lover.

“... Please…” you whisper.

You stare so long, your phone turns off and your monochromatic reflection appears: Your puffy eyes. Your pinched brows. Your quivering lips. The trails of tears running down your cheeks.

How long has it been? A week? A month? You've lost count. Hard to keep track when you haven't left the house in a while.

You tear yourself away from your phone and force yourself to look at anything else, to get your mind off of the memories of them.

But it's not working.

You can still feel the way their hands felt in yours. The way they felt in your arms. The way they felt against your lips. The way their voice sounded when they praised you. They way their laughter resounded. The amount of time spent in this room and their room and everywhere you've been and… and… and…

What happened? The last time you both interacted, it was an argument you started. Again. The one where you’d ask- No, demanded them to give you more love and attention… and yet…

Admittedly, you were in the wrong. How could you ask someone to give more than they 're willing to give? But couldn’t they have just said something? Tell you they couldn’t. Tell you they were leaving? Tell you they didn’t love you enough? Not a single word. They just… disappeared.

Why? Why why why why?

Why did you stick around as long as you did? You sigh deeply, curling into yourself as much as possible.

Oh, what's the point? You shake your head. You've spent too much time here, letting life pass you by as you try to think of all the ways it could've played out.

Maybe… maybe it's time to do something else now. Do something to make yourself feel less pathetic.

You toss your phone onto your bed, change into something warm, something comfy and long-sleeved, and head towards the door. You shrug on your favorite jacket— no, scratch that— you throw the damn jacket, the one bought by your stupid ex-lover, head back to your room, grab some random jacket, and then head out the door into the cool autumn air and cloudy skies.

The front of your house faces a busy street, but you stand there, feet together, hands at your sides, close your eyes, and take a much needed deep breath of fresh air. And a few more for good measure, having been holed away in your stuffy house for a while.

You know you must look like a wreck: matted hair all over the place, having not showered in a while, mismatched clothes, all the while being in public, but somehow… in this very moment… all is good.

You'll be okay~

��..

Until someone throws a hand over your mouth, and you feel a prick to the back of your neck.

A dreamless slumber.

Heavy eyes flutter open, a slight pulsating headache. You wake up somewhere, foggy-headed, in a dimly-lit room on some plain white bed with an iron bed frame. The walls are grey, like concrete, and the ceiling height looks somewhat adequate— like if you stand up now, you won’t hit your head

Your neck feels full of sand as you groggily sit up on the bed. You find your clothes changed from the outfit you had to a simple white tee and shorts. Concerning… but not as concerning as the metal chains connected to the latch locked on your right wrist. Oh, there's a nice antique lamp on a bedside table.

You know you should be panicking in this precarious situation, but with all that has happened in your life lately, the adrenaline has yet to kick in.

With your free hand, you try looking for the latch's lock. You find a keyhole, of which you have no key obviously. You then try to wriggle latch over your hand, but to no avail as it's too small and you'd have to resort breaking your hand, which would be very painful-

On second thought, connecting all of the pieces together, you've already been kidnapped by some psycho. What's a broken hand to… well, your survival really?

You grit your teeth, hoping you don't accidentally break them as you prepare yourself for a whole lot of pain.

Okay. One… two-

Clunk. Creeaaak.

You immediately abandon the mission and lay down quickly, closing your eyes and pretending to still be asleep, laying on your right side.

Step. Ba-dump. Step. Ba-dump. Step. Ba-dump. Step. Ba-dump. Step. Ba-dump. Step.

With each step the person takes down the stairs, you try to keep count, but only now does your blood start pumping rhythmically through your ears, filling your chest with cold fear, making it difficult to keep track. And all the while, trying to steady your breathing to make your sleeping as convincing as possible.

You hear them walk over to you and feel the bed sink where they sit down.

…..

With the silence and still air of the room, it almost becomes nerve-wracking when nothing happens- Oh. No, wait, they are now caressing your cheek with the back of their fingers.

Oh gawd, I'm going to die. you think, resignedly. I am going to die single and lonely by some skin-obsessed psycho. I haven't even told my parents how much I love them in a while. Oh gawd. Am I going to be stuck here as a ghost and watch my corpse decompose? Oh dear gawd! What do I do???

You feel their fingers gliding over the outer sides of your cheeks before tracing the nose of your bridge down to your lips. They wrap their fingers underneath your chin and place their thumb on your lips. They press against your lips softly, release, and then press again with the same pressure, and then release again, like they're testing their plushness.

What the heck are they doing? This is so weird…

Once they seem to grow tired of the action, their fingers slide down to your neck, a sensitive spot, which forces you to wake up and instinctively clamp down on their hand like a retreating turtle. “Kkik!” you hiss, like one of those squeaky chicken-shaped toys that wails when you squeeze them.

“Oh! You're awake!” they say, taking their hand back.

With your tickle spot now unstimulated, you open your eyes cautiously and meet your capto- Oh wow, he looks… nice. Like not model-model handsome nice, but like… not a typical psycho. A gentlemanly psycho? Those eyes sure are prettyyy…

“Hiii~” he greets you with a little wave, a cute crinkle on the bridge of his nose and the edges of his dark blue eyes.

You gasp.

No. No, no, no, no. That's wrong. This is your captor. Your captor. Shame that he is a handsome man who looks to be around your age, but it doesn't change the fact that for some reason he kidnapped you.

Oh gawd, are you one of those sadistic psychos who captures ugly people like me to torture for being poor- or are you a yandere? Oh, who am I kidding, yanderes don't exist… at least, not for me… Gawd, I've stayed inside too long. But… what if? Oh gosh~

What do you want from me? you want to ask, except your voice fails to come out, resulting in, “Wha?”

His eyes go wide. “I'm so sorry. You must be still paralyzed. Take your time. Um... Right! Introductions! Hi there, I'm Azure. And you're… ?”

…..

Your jaw drops as you give him an incredulous look that, if he could read your mind, says, What? Why the heck would you kidnap me and not know my name? What's the whole point of all of this? Why go through all of this trouble for a stranger? In broad daylight, especially? No, actually why are you introducing yourself like this is some first date or something? And the heck is that kind of name?

“Right. Okay. Um, you're in my basement right now. I’m sorry, it's very plain right now, b-but we can paint it however you like? What color do you like?”

“... Why are you… doing this?” you manage to say.

“Hm?”

“Why did… you kidnap me?”

“What? I didn't kidnap you! I took you away from the outside world. To protect you!”

…..

Are you a yandere or not? But if you were a yandere, wouldn't you know my name? This doesn't make any sense. “Huh?”

“You were crying,” he points out, reaching towards your face.

You jerk away the moment his fingers touch your cheek, sitting up against the iron bed frame. Reminded of why you were in the state he found you, your temper flares up and you glare at him. “So what?” you spit, feeling a heat build up in your chest. You try to form more words to follow but you end up repeating, “So what?”

So what if I was? It has nothing to do with you! You don't even know who I am or why I was crying? What do you even want with me? If you're just going to torture me, I'd rather you stop acting so… like this.

“Um… Sorry.” He shakes his head, before putting on a bright smile. “If you need anything-”

“Can you let me go?”

“-Except that,” he answers quickly before continuing, “Anything else will- Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Oh dear, I didn't- Sorry. Still new to this whole thing. Let me get you dinner. Wait right here.”

“Wai-”

Before you can stop him, he immediately gets off the bed and rushes up the stairs, shutting the door behind him with a slam. You look at your chain and wonder about its length. You slowly get off the bed- well, more like flop down onto the ground and sustain a slight bruise to your knees due to the still heaviness of your body, before crawling a few steps away until the end of the chains pull taut. You have some room, but not enough to reach anywhere worth reaching. Except the lamp, if you wanted to. There are four solid walls and the only exit is probably the stairs.

Grumble, grumble…

You pat your stomach. It has been a while since you've eaten an actual meal, having fed on tears and sorrow and several tiny snacks to get you through the days…

What if he feeds me something disgusting? He doesn't sound like he knows what he's doing. Oh gawd. What if he's treating me like that school pig the students take care of until it gets fat enough to become tomorrow’s lunch? Oh dear gawd!

Chuk! Step step step step step step.

Azure appears at the bottom of the stairs, holding a tray with the plate covered. The smile on his face drops at the sight of you as he gasps. “Are you okay?” he asks, placing the tray on the ground before scurrying over to you and crouching down.

You don’t answer him, watching his eyes jolt all around your body before his shoulders relax. “Do you want to eat here or eat on the bed?”

Considering how white the bed was, you figure you might as well stay here and avoid accidentally spilling some and potentially getting tossed off the bed anyway in case he doesn't like your reaction to whatever he brought you. You point down to indicate your decision.

“Okay.” He retrieves the tray and sits down in front of you before lifting the cover dramatically to reveal a bowl of steaming macaroni and cheese. “Ta-da!”

You raise an eyebrow, half impressed it looks good and half confused because… well, why macaroni and cheese? If he's not obsessed with you and he’s not going to torture you, what the heck does he want?

Without waiting for your response, he takes a spoon and scoops some and then blows on it before holding it out towards you, giddiness on his face.

You don't even know who I am, and you’re treating me like you care about me. Great- Wait… who am I kidding? Is this poisoned?

He frowns, worried. “Do you not like macaroni and cheese? Do you want something else? I can make something else?”

Your eyes flicker between him and the bowl. “I like mac and cheese, but um…”

He seems to get it. “Oh! See, it's not poisoned!” He eats a spoonful, chews, and visibly swallows, before scooping a spoonful for you.

… Oh gawd, if I eat that, it’ll be an indirect kiss- No, no. Stop. Just because he looks decent doesn’t mean he’ll be decent. C'mon, (Y/n). Have you learned nothing from hot people breaking your heart over and over? Gosh darn it, I'm hungry as heck!

You attempt to take the spoon with your free hand but his hands backs up. He insists on feeding you. Perhaps, you’re like a pet to him, something to play with before moving in to torturing you… Regardless, you blow on it for good measure before letting him feed you a spoonful of macaroni and cheese. It's simple, cheesy, and delicious.

Seeing you enjoy this meal, Azure feeds you another spoonful. And then another. And then another, until the bowl is empty.

He sets the bowl down and fetches a milk carton, the kind you'd find in a cafeteria. He opens it and holds it for you to drink. You attempt to take it, but he takes it back again, insisting on feeding you.

“... I tend to choke when someone tries to feed me liquids,” you say truthfully.

He looks concerned. “Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't choke. Like with the mac and cheese.”

You attempt to grab at it again, and he dodges you.

“Couldn’t you just let me hold it this time though?” you ask.

“No. Like I said, I’ll make sure you don't choke.”

“No, really. It's a thing with me. It's not a matter of trust or skill. It's like a reflex. I need to hold it.”

After a moment of contemplation, he reluctantly answers, “... Alright.”

He acquiesces to your request, letting you hd onto the milk carton. You tip it back and gulp down all of the milk, before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He takes away the empty carton and sets it on the tray beside the empty bowl and takes a napkin, wiping your mouth and back of hand. You let him, despite how weird this interaction feels.

“Satisfied?” he asks.

You nod.

“Good,” he says, smiling as he holds your hand with eyes full of…

It's a nice feeling, whatever that look in his eyes is. And also uncomfortable. If it was your ex or any other of your other exes who looked at you that way…

Stop it.

You jerk your hand away from him, massaging the back of it with your other hand and turn away from him.

If you're going to kill me, could please just hurry it up already? Don't be so… Don't play with me, you think, feeling your eyes starting to pool and your chest starting to feel heavy.

“Oh, did I accidentally hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.”

“Just stop,” you snap, refusing to look at him, “… apologizing.”

“I'm so- Okay…”

The way he's so apologetic reminds you of two things. One, of a golden retriever eager to please, which would be nice but the second thing seems more likely. The second being that he reminds you of those villains in those thrillers you've watched, where they pretend to be the clumsy and lovably pathetic member of the cast before revealing themselves to be the sadistic maniac killing everyone.

Maybe you've watched one too many movies and read too many books, but considering how you’ve already been kidnapped, anything is possible.

“Um… I never got your name… ?�� he asks with a hopeful tone.

You stay faced away from him, still ruminating on your feelings.

“Maybe I can call you something else?”

“.....”

“Could I call you… ‘Darling’?”

That catches you off guard. “... No?” you answer, voice high-pitched.

“Mm…” he agrees. “That might be too close for now. What about ‘Love’?”

“.....” Are you crazy?

“Mm, no. That's even worse, right? Sorry, sorry. Um… Oh! How about ‘Minx’?

You turn around, giving him the most confused look of the century. What the heck is that name? A minx? Why? What kind of- huh?

“Oh! You’re looking at me now!” Azure notes, ecstatic, which almost makes you want to turn back around. “If you won't give me your name yet, I'll call you ‘Minx’ in the meantime.”

“It's (Y/n),” you finally say.

He pauses.

You raise an eyebrow.

He tilts his head. “(Y/n), huh?”

“What? You don't like it or something? That's my actual name.” You weirdo.

“(Y/n),” he repeats tentatively. “(Y/n)? (Y/nnn). (Y/n)! (Y/n)~ (Y/n) (Y/n) (Y/n) (Y/n)-”

You almost sock him in the jaw as you quickly place your hand on his mouth. “Stop doing that!”

He stops, taking your hand between both of his and smiles sweetly at you. “(Y/n). What a nice name~ I think I'll call you my little minx though.”

What kind of kinky- Oh gawd, you're a pervert. No, no. I refuse to be- You jerk your hand back again, holding protectively with your other hand. “I'm not your little minx or whatever. What exactly do you want with me?”

He tilts his head side-to-side, humming, before he comes to answer, “I guess… I want to make someone happy? To have someone to love?”

… If you're just going to… You might as well say it instead of lying to my face! But if you are… looking…

“... S-someone to love?” you repeat.

“Yeah,” he chirps.

You blink several times, processing something. “And… that someone… was me?”

He puckers his lips and his eyes flicker to the side for a moment. “Well, it didn't actually have to be you-

What???

“-but then I saw you crying and looking down on life and I thought why not?” He holds his hands out in a presenting fashion. “So I brought you here. I promise I will love you to the fullest!”

You let his words sink in. Really let them sink in. Letting them sink into the abyss as far as your own heart had already fallen.

Your face slowly twists until all of the creases on your face appear, before you lunge at him with your teeth bared and fingers out for blood. You grasp his neck, wrench him towards yourself and headbutt him, resulting in a satisfactory crack of his nose. When he grabs your hands, you try to scratch him as much as you can.

Somehow, right after this, the world goes dark.

Another dreamless slumber.

You wake up again, just as groggily as last time. This time the room is dark, with only a light shining down from the stairs, like a stairway to heaven.

And this time, you didn't wake up alone.

Two blue eyes peer through the darkness right at yours. He's right there, sitting on the edge of the bed. Ice shoots through your chest. You quickly shut your eyes.

“Oh no no no, you little minx,” he sneers, climbing over your body on all fours. Balancing his weight on his other limbs, he places his fingers around your orbital bones of the left side of your face and forces your eyelids open. “I know you're awake.”

You slap his hand away, only for him to grip your wrist and slam it down on the bed. You try to move your other hand, only for him to grip that one as well and trap it against the mattress. As your eyes adjust to darkness a little bit, you find him frowning with narrowed eyes. A little more and you find a patch over his nose and on the left side of his jaw.

“You know… what you did earlier?” he whispers huskily. “That really, really hurt. Apologize.”

“I'm sorry-” you instinctively start, only to remember why you're here in the first place, “-that you're such a psycho.”

“.....”

“Apologize. Properly.”

You scoff. “Over. My. Dead. Body.”

You feel his quivering, shaking, then eventually he starts to laugh in your face, cackling. “You're so… Don't you understand the situation you're in?”

“Do you?” you throw back at him.

He stops laughing. “.....”

“.....”

Azure lets out a heavy sigh. “Why don't you just calm down and be nice? Let me love you.”

“Love?” you shriek. You start to wriggle restlessly. “Love? Go ‘love’ some other stupid person, you freaking psycho! Let me go!

“But you're already here.”

You hadn't realized you had any feelings left untouched after your latest breakup, but somehow he managed to find them and crush them just like the others.

You pause and gasp. “Oh. OH! So I'm just convenient. GREAT! LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”

You swing your legs, only for him to weigh them down with his own legs, accidentally knocking himself off balance resulting in his body pressed against your own.

“Get off!” you spit.

“... No.” He shifts his body to sit on your pelvis, though placing his weight on his knees on either side of your body. He also places your wrists together above your head, leaving one of his hands free. He lets out a sigh. “Okay. Calm down. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean- it didn’t come out right. Let's talk about this. About us.”

You grit your teeth. “There is no ‘us’. Just let me go. You can find some other unhappy soul. I promise I won't tell anyone.”

“No, I will not. Relationships take work, so work with me, okay?” he offers, moving hair off your face in a petting motion.

“Why are you so- Why me, huh?” you ask, running out of energy and falling victim to his gentle petting. “I won't tell anyone. I promise.”

He pets you in silence for a moment before speaking up again. “I don't know why… I only know that I don't want to let you go now.”

… Did you… Is this what they call imprinting or something? Or are you just too lazy to kidnap someone else? UGH!

“Anyway, back to us-”

“There is no ‘us’.”

“There is,” he insists, caressing your cheek despite your flinching. “Or there will be, sooner or later. All lasting marriages start with discussing the parties involved. In this case, you and me, of course.”

Marriage? “Hold up, since when- what-”

He places a finger against your lips. “Shhh. In all due time, my love. All in due time. For now, let's just… get to know each other. Okay?”

“No-”

“Yes. So, what's your favorite color?”

“... Not telling you.”

He sighs. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I'm not your ‘sweetheart’. Let me go!”

“Hm. M'kay. Tell you what. We're going to be here until you learn to cooperate. We can't become a couple if you're not willing, and I'm not going to find someone else, okay? It's just you and me.”

You shake your head, like a mother who found out her child did something they knew they weren't supposed to. “How's that any fair? To you, especially. Wouldn't you rather, I don’t know, find someone who loves you as much as you love them? Or at least, someone willing? You might not even come to like me anyway.”

“Mm… but I think I like you already so…” He contemplates. “I guess this means I just need to work on getting you to like me back, right? Right. How about a compromise? You can hate me as much as you want, as long as I get to love and take care of you. How's that sound?”

“You're insane.”

“Insanely in love with you, yes. So how do I get you to fall for me?”

The world pauses. His voice sounds so genuinely curiously, it makes you question your whole existence at this moment. Is he asking you how people in general do that? Or is he asking you how you do that?

Because if he's asking you for your personal method, then that's a severely lost cause. It doesn’t take much for you to fall for more than just good looks and a charming personality.

You chuckle sadly. “You… don't want me to fall in love with you.”

In fact, every lover you've ever had all ran away from you and your… affectionate ways, either in screams or in silence like your latest one. It's a wonder how you keep getting them, but letting go of each and every one of them has never gotten any easier.

“Why not?”

Even if he's a psycho, he seems real eager to find someone to love for some reason. Even if that means a stranger like you…

“Because… “ You'll get tired of me too. “... Forget it."

It makes you even wonder if you'll ever find one who will stick around…

“(Y/n)? Please.”

…..

Ah fuck it. If he’s so insistent on having someone to love, then why not have fun? Might as well, until he decides you're too much. You take a bet with yourself that it'll only take less than a week, generously, if you show your worst side upfront.

You spread the corners of your mouth wide for a toothy grin, unknowing if he can see it or not. “You know what? You want a ‘relationship’? Fine. Show me what you got.”

-----💙-----

It has been a couple months since you've decided to start a ‘relationship’ with your captor, Azure.

Or so you think, since you've lost count of how many days it's been since the fateful day he took you from the outside world.

If you have to describe him as a ‘boyfriend’, he's… kind… warm… considerate… He makes sure you're well-fed, clean, content, and supplied with all of his kisses and cuddles within his- your shared house every day so far.

Oh! That's right. Not to mention, he has finally let you out of the basement- and without any chains! Isn’t that amazing~ He's so accommodating. He even let you have your very own room! And it's a pretty big room too.

Technically, it's shared with him, but he's usually out working most of the day so it's almost like it's your very own room. Close enough, right?

You take a sip of hot chocolate from your mug as you read a book he recently bought you, all wrapped up cozily in a fluffy blanket. He won't let you watch TV or any phones since he said you don’t need them anyway. Not that you agreed, but it was either staying in the dark basement by yourself or being up here.

Like what were you gonna watch? The news? Please. And who were you going to call anyway? Your parents?

…..

You place your mug and book on the table before groaning out loud in frustration, fingers pulling at your hair. “STUPID HUSBAND! THEY'RE GONNA CALL THE POLICE!”

Oh yeah, another thing to mention is that he had decided about a few weeks ago to call you ‘Wife’ regardless of your preferred spousal term. To be fair, it is better than being called a ‘minx’. Minxes are cute, but you both haven’t exactly… consummated this relationship, as he would put it? And you'd like to maintain it that way. For now.

As for the ‘Husband’ thing, it's not like you have to call him that. It just really weirds you how his eyes start to dilate scarily and he starts hyperventilating like some rabid dog whenever you try to use his actual name. Which is weird, considering he introduced himself as Azure in the first place.

Even in your past relationships, you've been that… particular.

Anyway, he's your ‘Husband’ and you are his ‘Wife’ for now, and both of you are in love, with you safe at home and he outside working to sustain your lives together.

Who knows when he'll finally get tired of you and find some other poor soul to ‘love’?

…..

Sniffle.

Ah, that heavy, bad feeling is back again.

Your face twists into a painful contortion as you will yourself to think of other things. Nice things. Happy things. Lovely things.

Puppies. Kittens. Buttons. Blue ribbons. Blue eyes looking away. Azure leaving you. Gosh darn it.

Tears pool at your eyes, until they overflow and rain down your cheeks. You quickly wipe the salty water away with the back of your hand, sniffing as you feel a wetness coming down your nose. When it becomes too much for you to wipe away with your drenched hands, you then reach a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table.

One tissue. Two tissues. Three. Four. And more tissues end up balled on the table. Half of the tissue box has been depleted in the effort to contain all of your doubts and sorrows.

With no energy left to produce any more tears and snot, you slowly calm down and take a couple deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain of your sinuses, which feels like someone shot a nail between your eyes.

Ka-chunk!

You hear the front door swing open. “Wiffffeee! I'm- where are you?”

I'm right here! you say mentally, unable to voice it with your dry throat.

He finds you on the couch. You look at him weakly, trying to manage a welcome home smile at least, to make up your part of this ‘relationship’. His face tells you that you have failed in doing so.

Azure kneels before you and asks with a genuinely worried tone, “(Y/n)? What's wrong?”

You stare at him blankly, taking in all of his features. His blue eyes. His blue hair. His skin. His nose. His lips. The way his Adam's apple bobbles when he gulps.

Oh gawd, you think, I’ve done it now. He's stopped calling me ‘Wife’. Now he's going to leave me. Oh gawd.

You feel your face scrunch up again, but this time all you get is pain between your eyes.

His eyes roam all over your face before he gets off his knees and sits beside you on the couch. That's when he then notices the wads of tissue piled up on the table in front of you. He doesn't know why you’ve been crying, but he wraps an arm around you and pulls you in close, resting his cheek against your temple.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” he whispers.

You shake your head slightly, swishing your hair against his cheek.

“M’kay… I'll wait until you're ready then. Even if it takes forever.”

Forever… huh… Just a little bit. Your heart feels just a little bit lighter.

“Just this once… You want to watch some TV?” he offers.

“... Yeah…” you answer, snuggling against him. “... please… thank you…”

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