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A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. (checks calendar) Uhm, happy three month update to this series AND 1k notes on the first part! I would say sorry for the wait, but I really did need it LOL. Anyway, it's not super obvious, but the timeline is a bit all over the place in this part, because I'm jumping back and forth between past and present.

TW/CW: Immolation, violence, implied stalking+actual stalking, obsessive behavior, mild psychological and body horror, toxic relationships, Yuu uses it/its pronouns, we get a little meta in here, the boys are FIGHTINGGG I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”

“I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”

— Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll

vi. Mourning

It is incredibly hard to get Yuu alone.

Whether it be by the forces of fate or just because so many vie for their attention, there is rarely, if ever, any time when someone is able to spend time personally alongside them. The only exception to this rule is Grim, who was practically the player's companion from the beginning.

So when Ace Trappola manages a rare chance to snag some one on one time with Yuu, he guns for it. Course, he had to time it perfectly.

It was just another night like any other. Ace and Deuce decided to come over to hang out for a casual sleepover as usual. The four of them did initially start out studying, before the textbooks and worksheets were being abandoned in favor of more exciting things, such as the deck of cards that Ace brought with him.

Sending Deuce and Grim off to get snacks through a won bet over a card game was easy as pie.

"Hey Ace?"

He hums in response, letting Yuu know he's listening. His nimble fingers shuffle the worn cards, flipping through them with practiced ease. Stacking them up quickly, he wonders if he should try to impress Yuu with another card trick to gain their enthralled praise.

"Do you…like…being my friend?"

The question makes him blink and look up in surprise at Yuu. It feels blasphemous to hear such doubt lingering in their words.

"Why? Scared I'm gonna ditch ya?" He teases.

Yuu doesn't respond, only giving a sheepish smile back.

"I-It's not like I don't like being friends with you." He tries to keep his cool. "I just-"

Yuu's smile doesn't falter. "It's okay, Ace."

He's reminded of his previous girlfriend in middle school. It was more of a fling than a serious thing, but it's something he remembers vividly. Their breakup, after all, was rather dramatic.

"You're too much, Ace. Sometimes you just take it too far."

What was even her name? Elizabeth? He could barely even remember, but for some reason, he still recalls the intense way her face was twisted in burning resentment. He tried to bury it in the past. He swore he would never fall in love or get into another relationship, preferring friendships over any kind of romantic trysts.

Now that he looks at Yuu, he already knows he's screwed up big time.

Yuu's gaze is no longer meeting his, instead staring into the fireplace that Grim had so generously set up earlier. The crackling blue flames reflect in their irises and in that moment, dread curls inside Ace's stomach. Yuu doesn't seem right.

"Hey…you okay?" He asks hesitantly, placing a hand on their shoulder.

Yuu doesn't move, still staring at the fire intently. He opens his mouth to ask again, but then they speak.

"If I wasn't acting like myself, would you still like me?"

Another question out of left field.

"Even if you somehow grow anemones on your head, Yuu's still Yuu, right?" His heart swells in pride at the way their lips quirk at his inside joke.

"Yeah…" they murmur back.

"Wanna see somethin' cool?" he says, holding out a card. Yuu tilts their head questioningly.

"It's the ace of hearts. What about it?"

"It's not just the ace of hearts!" Ace puffs out his cheeks. "Don't you know the meaning of this card?"

Yuu shakes their head.

"It means good news for yourself or someone close. Practically a lucky charm!" Ace waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "So how can things go wrong now that you have me?"

Yuu snorts and shoves him playfully. "Yeah, yeah, okay, Mr. Lucky Charm."

But it works. The foggy clouds clear from Yuu's eyes, finally returning them to the familiar luster he's used to. For the rest of the night, there is no hint of hollowness within them. And Ace hopes he will never see that sight again.

He should've known something was up since that night.

When Headmaster Crowley personally makes an appearance at their dorm, he should've realized it then. If there was anything that the old raven hated more, it was having to do more work than usual.

"That person wasn't an imposter." Crowley says, coughing awkwardly into his fist.

The solemn words echo in his head on end. The rest of the Headmaster's words start to tune out for Ace. Automatically, his legs begin to move on their own. The calls of the others chase after him, but he ignores them, racing out of the lounge and towards the mirror portal.

Because if you didn't hurt Yuu-

-then what had he done?

When he first arrived in NRC, he didn't even know that Ramshackle dorm existed. Not until Yuu came to reside there; until he had to beg for shelter from them when he was chained with that damn collar. He knew that they didn't have to take him in. But they did, and maybe that's why Ace couldn't turn his back after that.

The building before him is no longer the broken down hovel that he remembers back then. He remembers how the roof was almost caving in and wooden beams were always in danger of collapsing. Each knock on the entrance doors would send cascades of dust upon his head. Now, the walls are painted with a fresh coat of paint, the roof has new shingles, and the place actually looks like a house you could safely live in.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Prefect! Are you there?!" He yells, desperation leaking into his voice. "Please!"

Bang! Bang!

He's gotta be out of his damn mind, acting like some crazy person. But he can't help but be blinded by his fear. So he keeps hitting the door with his fists, praying, hoping, for…well that someone would open the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Yuu!!" He screams, and his voice echoes around him, mocking his helplessness. His fists are becoming numb from slamming the wood so hard, but he can't stop himself.

"Yuu–!"

"Oi! Ace!!!" A rough hand on his shoulder shoves him back and before he could knock the souvnabit-

"Ace, look at me!"

He's stopped by Deuce's fists meeting his in an even match of strength. Like an illusion broken, Ace stills and yanks his hands back.

There's only heavy breathing in between them for a long while.

"...they're not here." Ace snaps to look at Deuce, who only closes his eyes in a painful grimace.

"What do you mean, 'not here'?" Ace asks.

Deuce doesn't say anything for a beat.

"What do you mean they're–"

"They're in the infirmary." Deuce's words flow out in a breathless rush. "The Headmaster said that after you ran."

Fuck, he just acted like an idiot then. No wonder no one was responding to his absolute earth shattering door banging and yelling. Then the meaning of Deuce's words begin to sink in. Oh Seven, no–

He turns and before he could even step in the direction of the main building, his arm is yanked back.

He snarls at Deuce. "Let me go! I have to see the prefect!"

"Housewarden is calling you back." Deuce forces out through gritted teeth and closed eyes. "The Headmaster said that…they don't want to see anyone."

And like a fire put out, Ace's anger chokes to flickering embers.

He lets Deuce guide him back, all the way from the Ramshackle dorm, to the mirror portal, and then back to Heartslabyul's lounge where the other three are grimly awaiting them.

Ace half expects to be yelled at once he passes the threshold. Or get some kind of lecture on how he should have better manners than to just run off like that. It would've been just like his housewarden to only care about weird, arbitrary rules when there were other arguably more important matters.

But his housewarden sits silently on his gilded velvet throne with glassy eyes. There's no anger burning behind them, and the freshmen are terrified to see their once proud and fearsome queen reduced to this husk. He almost would rather him back to the state where he was barking out orders for them. The silence in the lounge is deafening.

Ace swears they must be all thinking the same thing.

Please let this be a bad dream.

He tried calling you. Texting you. Hell, he even tried messaging you on Magicam! Magicam, of all things!

Anxiety claws at his heart with each unread message and dial voice tone greeting. He has so much to say, to ask for-

Deuce wasn't faring well on his side either. He had also tried calling and texting you, to no avail. Grim, that traitor, hadn't come back to visit Heartslabyul at all since the incident. Never mind the fact he had only himself to blame for that—he thought at the very least the cat direbeast would have some sense of pity for their friendship and throw them a bone.

Ace tried two more times to meet you.

First, during your infirmary stay, when you were still unconscious.

The second time was when you returned to Ramshackle dorm with Grim.

Maybe the Seven were punishing him for his hubris. Or he supposes this is just karma. Because both times, he fails spectacularly at the front door of Heartslabyul. Because of this, he's the reason why Riddle had put them all on house arrest (with the exception of academic reasons, of course).

It's a declaration that would've been met with mutiny from all of them, if it weren't for the fact that even Headmaster Crowley had explicitly forbade anyone from showing up on Ramshackle's doorstep or trying to meet you. So he understands. Really! He does. He's seen how Riddle holes up in his room, muttering to himself while carrying out boxes upon boxes of crumpled paper. When he manages to snag a stray paper that flutters out on garbage day, Ace realizes that Riddle is also just as frenzied trying to reach out to you. Even if he is going about it in an old fashioned way.

He'll chip in to help. If his housewarden is left to his own devices, they’ll all be fossils by the time he sends what he deems a satisfactory letter.

And the faster they do this, the faster they have a chance of reaching you.

vii. Embalming

The most horrifying thing is that it doesn't seem to care about dying.

That cursed pile of ceramic shards had disappeared—no, pieced itself back together—and once again, it became the smiling face of Yuu, the being they all knew and used to adore.

Riddle Rosehearts immediately smashed it to pieces again under the weight of his magic.

No one had tried to stop their housewarden. Not even the faceless mobs. Even if they were all alarmed at the erratic behavior of their housewarden, they could not deny the fear of seeing something dead come back alive. With not so much as a dent or wound in them, for that matter.

The third time it happened, Riddle ordered for the remains to be dumped into the school’s incinerator at the highest heat level. Surely, that would be enough.

He watched as the incinerator roared and shuddered, shaking as if the pits of hell had opened. After a few agonizing minutes, the rumbling stops, and before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, the iron hatches creak open, and out strolls Yuu, perfectly fine and pieced together again.

It's magic. Or some kind of century old curse. Of course it is. After all, it was at a higher power than even Draconia's comprehension. Why he didn't consider the possibility beforehand is something he berates himself now.

What might be the most damning thing is that it has no fear or suspicion in its face; even after the multiple times it’s been maimed and torn apart. Not like you, who immediately closed themselves off at being hurt so thoroughly.

The irony isn't lost on him. The temptation of letting the puppet take its place back in favor of just bringing everything back to how it was is something Riddle could not deny. But now that he's actually met you, Yuu just seems more of a shadow of what he remembers during your interactions together.

It has your face. It acts like you.

But it's not you.

When Ace asks after the commotion at the Unbirthday party on how he was able to figure out that it wasn’t [First], he had to take a moment to gather his thoughts. Ace’s face changes into something of disbelief when Riddle merely replies with: “[First] takes their tea with two sugars and a dash of milk.”

“You were so sure only because of that?”

He doesn’t want to think what Ace’s face would look like if he had explained his whole list of reasons how he realized that the puppet wasn’t you. How he soaked up as much as he could when you came over for the tea party. Your expressions, your little habits, the way you fidget…it was all filed away in Riddle's head and later, his private notebook.

But that doesn’t matter now. Now, there’s an even bigger problem than the puppet resurrecting itself.

Grim is missing again.

This alone should've been more worrying than anything for Yuu, but it merely shrugs and says it’s not sure where he scampered off to. He's more than suspicious, of course, but there is no proof, which is infuriating already.

But without Grim, they are missing the key to finding [First].

The others raise hell once they hear the news Riddle reports at the weekly housewarden meeting. A new wave of tension washes over NRC and with it, an unprecedented deep disdain for the puppet. It returns back to classes unannounced, making Ace and Deuce rant to him about how weird it is that it’s trying so hard to act like nothing had happened. It attends school events with their camera, drumming up conversations like normal between all of them; despite the fact it gets ignorance or violence in response (depending on the person it greets).

But none of them are really sure on how to interact with Yuu.

The nicer ones, like Trey or Deuce, entertain Yuu with frigidly civil responses, in hopes of boring the puppet and making it flit away to another victim. Meanwhile, he and Ace have finally come together on an agreed opinion: that they would rather die before letting the puppet even think it could take [First]’s place.

“Go away.”

Yuu merely smiles in response to Riddle’s annoyed voice. The puppet leisurely lounges in the chair across the table from him. The school library is vast but empty, his authoritative voice echoing down the long halls. Several floating books flit past above their heads and the chandeliers above flicker with bright candlelight.

“I just wanted to keep you company.” Riddle purses his mouth in disgust. It’s invasive, it’s gross, and most of all it feels wrong to hear those words coming from Yuu.

“I didn’t ask for your company,” he replies coldly. “Shouldn’t you know that it’s bad manners to bother someone who wants to be left alone?”

“I don’t think you like being left alone, Riddle.” He flinches at the way Yuu’s eyes bore into him. “Well, then again, you sure like to pretend you’re fine, don’t you?”

His hand tightens around the textbook he’s reading about cursed dolls. There would be no point if he brought out his magical pen and reduced it to rubble. But he is tempted, if only to get some peace and quiet for just a few minutes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Riddle says.

“Hmm…” Yuu hums into its hand, “...then I suppose I will just let you be. What a shame, I had something entertaining to tell.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Yuu giggles and waves him off. “No, no! You said you didn’t want my company now. Why should I tell you anything?”

He resists the urge to incinerate the book in his hands. “Fine! I would like your company. What is this ‘entertaining’ thing you want to tell me so badly?”

“Hmm…how insincere,” Yuu tilts its head coyly with a smile more akin to a smirk. “But I guess that’s the most I can get.”

“Since you’ve all been driving yourselves crazy, [First] is safe.” The floor feels like it’s been yanked underneath him. The puppet is smiling still, as if it’s all some big joke rather than the revelation it delivered. He can hear his blood roaring through his ears.

“You…” Riddle snarls, face heating into a bright red rage. “What did you do to them?”

It bursts into laughter at his face.

“Why, I only granted their wish!”

Its laughter is cut short by the sound of ceramic being crushed, and Riddle is left shakily breathing at the pile of shards that used to be Yuu. The puppet’s words churn over and over in his head.

What did you wish for?

It is currently 3:20 on a Wednesday afternoon.

In his planner, the bullet point neatly penned on the schedule shows ‘Studying for History Test’ in bold blue ink for the time slot. ‘History of the Queendom of Roses’ is laid open on his desk, to the chapter about the local mythos of the area, just as he intended. His notes from lecture are next to it, with several of his stationary needed to jot down annotations.

And yet, Riddle has yet to touch any of these items or actually adhere to his daily schedule—he’s too distracted by what he should do in order to reach the player.

Riddle's already embarrassed enough, resorting to handwritten letters with the best calligraphy he can muster. He's sent only a couple that passed his satisfaction, and they have all been met with judgemental silence. He’s hunched over another crumpled letter near ripping his hair out when someone knocks on his bedroom door. He quickly shoves the envelope under some textbooks out of frantic instinct.

“Come in.”

A familiar bob of red orange hair pops out behind his door, and Riddle raises an eyebrow at the underclassman who enters.

“Ace? What is it?” Normally, Ace would never be in his room if he could help it. If he was in Riddle’s room, it most likely meant he was either being scolded or punished. And Ace’s eyes are shifting side to side, as if he was trying to sneak his way in.

“Out with it, Ace.” He’s not in the mood for the underclassman’s shenanigans.

“Housewarden, you’re writing letters to the prefect, aren’t ya?” The question completely takes him off-guard sputtering.

“W-What does t-that have to do with you?” He tries to maintain his composure, but Ace is already giving him a smug smirk for the one up on him. Of all people, it had to be him finding out.

"I had an idea, Housewarden. Why don't we send them something with the letter?" Riddle blinks in surprise.

“...How smart of you for once, Ace.” It was so simple, yet he marvels at the idea's brilliance. Perhaps there was merit in trying this proposal.

“Hey! What the hell does that mean?!” His underclassman snaps back in a huff. “Whatever, point being, maybe we should switch it up instead of letters all the time.”

He crosses his arms, “And what do you suggest? There’s not much we can really send that hasn't been sent already by other dorms.”

Ace winces. Clearly he didn’t think about the other dorms with more affluent people; people who had more than enough thaumarks and prestige to spend it to appeal to you. Riddle can't blame him either: although he is at the top of the school and his parents are well known mages, it's not like any of that could help him here. All of them, in a sense, were stuck in that situation.

For once, he starts to resent not having more.

"Ugh, well…maybe it doesn't need to be so fancy, you know?" Ace rubs his neck, face scrunched in frustration. "Like…uh…you know-flowers! People send flowers all the time, yeah?"

This is true. And for Queendom of Roses’ residents, it has become custom to send bouquets with subtle messages left in petals and stems. Although he is a bit loath to admit that he isn’t as well versed in the language of flowers compared to hedgehogs.

"And what do you recommend, Ace?" He asks. "What would be the best flower to send to the prefect in our circumstance?"

"We got all these roses, why not send them that?" Ace responds, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Riddle coughs in annoyance.

"Why not just procure some from Sam's shop? Today is Wednesday. Do you not remember rule 228?" He chides. Ace groans, rolling his eyes.

"Not the weird rules again…"

"Ace."

"Yeeesss Housewarden…" The card soldier mock salutes with a deadpan expression. "I'll see if we can get some flowers at Sam's."

"You better, or else it's–"

"-off with my head, I got it, I got it." Riddle seethes as Ace cuts him off and dashes out of his room before he could get another word in. So troublesome…

Still, there's nothing to do except wait for his card soldier to report back. He turns back to his desk, bringing out the crumpled letter from its hiding place. Running a hand over the crumpled pages, he attempts to pick up his pen again, but fails as his thoughts begin to wander.

Riddle only manages to pen a couple legible sentences when his door slams open, banging against the wall. He almost falls out of his chair in shock from the loud noise. How was Ace back so quickly?

"Have you not heard of knocking?!" He scowls, turning around to see Ace panting and sweating as if he had run a marathon.

"Never mind that, Housewarden, I saw them!" Ace shouts.

“What are you jabbering…” Riddle trails off in realization. “You better not be horsing around, Ace.”

“Do you think I would lie to you about this?” Ace retorts frantically. “I saw them at Sam’s shop working the cashier!”

For a moment, his mind races with this information. If you were working at Sam’s shop, it would explain why you weren’t showing up to classes, let alone in the hallways or rooms of NRC. It’s a clever ruse—classes may be over during this time of day, but nearly all of them were participating in mandatory club activities or study labs. No wonder no one else has caught on to this. Riddle rubs his chin in thought, settling back in his chair.

“What are you going to do now, Housewarden Riddle?” Ace asks hesitantly. His eyes are filled with some kind of anticipation and hope, no doubt wondering if he could get some leeway in his own agenda. Normally, he would go right away as there was no need to hesitate about these kinds of things.

But. Crowley’s stern announcement comes back to his mind and guilt starts to creep in.

“First, we’ll go with your idea, Ace.” He responds. “The ban hasn’t been lifted, after all.” Ace opens his mouth to protest, but he holds a hand up to interrupt him.

“But if that doesn’t work, then I’m sure even Crowley can’t say anything about coincidences.”

viii. Calling Hours

“I’m not joking around, you two.”

There’s very few times that the vice housewarden of Heartslabyul gets truly mad. His patience seems boundless, honed by years of taking care of younger siblings at home and then dealing with rowdy underclassmen in NRC. But even his saint-like patience could only stretch so far.

“I told you, we didn’t do it!” Ace scowls with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms. Meanwhile, Deuce is silent by his side, face twisted with conflicting emotions. “You don’t even have proof! You just singled us out just because!”

“Who else was around the kitchen when I left it?” Trey asks, voice starting to rise in anger. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you two lurking around before?”

The two freshmen began to speak out, voices rambling over each other and cascading into a loud shouting match that was barely intelligible.

“We just wanted to see if we could get something from the fridge, how were we supposed to know someone would-”

“Me and Ace just wanted to bring something along when we deliver the Housewarden’s invitation to-”

"You dumbass, don't just say that out loud-!"

It’s at this moment that Cater Diamond strolls in, takes one look at the mess of the situation and does a 180 back round to the door. But it’s too late, because the interruption is just enough for Ace to sink his hooks into him.

“Cater-senpai, you believe us, right?” Ace shouts after the orange head, making him flinch in place. “You saw us get the order from Housewarden Riddle!”

Cater turns around slowly like a door on rusty hinges, with an expression that screams of not wanting to be involved. "Oh Acey! Uhm, you mean the letter Riddle gave you two-"

"Yes!" Deuce interrupts in earnest, already trying to barrel his way to proving his innocence. "Housewarden Riddle entrusted us to deliver the tea party invitation ourselves personally."

Cater turns to Trey, who is rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes closed with a tiredness that seems comically reminiscent of an old man. "Well, I'm not sure what this is all about, Trey, but maybe you should cut 'em some slack and let it go."

The other senior nods in reluctant agreement and the two freshmen all but nearly trample over each other trying to run from the tension filled room. But they're stopped in their tracks when Trey calls out again.

"Wait, you two." The duo slowly looks back with cautious eyes.

"You wanted to bring something to the prefect, didn't you?" Trey tilts his head to one of the many strange topsy turvey cabinets in the kitchen. "I have some leftover cookies that I made yesterday. Take them. I'm sorry for accusing you guys like that."

Ace and Deuce exchange confused glances, and although Ace looks away in denial, Deuce nods in gratitude. They leave the kitchen just as chaotically, this time with the aroma of lavender following them.

A brief silence follows their absence, while Cater raises an eyebrow at Trey.

"Sooo…care to spill the tea?"

"Don't even start." Trey groans.

Cater seats himself on one of the stools near the counter, waiting. Trey busies himself with cleaning the stoves and counter, trying not to meet Cater's eyes. Silence falls, but it's with none of the comfort that Cater is familiar with. Giving up, he turns to his phone, refreshing his Magicam dash mindlessly. This continues for a good while until finally—

A low sigh, then– "Somebody took my candied violets."

Cater looks up from his phone. Another beat passes, and he realizes it's not a passing statement.

"It's not like you to get this bent out of shape over your ingredients going MIA." Cater shifts his face onto the elbow meeting pristine marble while shoving his phone away. "You sure that one of the froshes didn't just end up taking them thinking they were for everyone?"

Trey lets out a rough guffaw. "You know better than I do that the others don't touch our stuff."

Cater taps his fingers on the polished white granite, hands already itching to grab his phone and check for updates, but he restrains himself. "That's…mostly true."

"That can only mean one of you guys has taken it." The hairs on Cater's neck raise at Trey's tone.

"Hey now," Cater grins, raising his hands in mock surrender, "you heard it from those two. I was with Riddle when he gave them that invitation."

"I know." Cater's fingers twitch as Trey carelessly tossed aside the rag used to clean the counter into a bucket. The soggy fabric makes a hollow sound against the wood, echoing rather loudly in contrast. "But Riddle would never do such a thing either."

Cater resists the urge to roll his eyes. It's true that their cute housewarden would hardly dare to stoop to thievery, but Trey's blind faith in him can be annoying at times. After all, didn't their little teapot tyrant threaten to kill the prefect at one point?

He supposes that was his fault, though.

"Then it's back to square one." Cater shrugs. "Besides, what were you even planning to do with them if you weren't gonna eat it?"

The baker runs a hand through his mussed forest green hair and frowns. "I was going to bake a cake with them as a peace offering to the prefect."

Cater's mouth forms an 'o' shape in realization. "That's pretty big brain."

"Yeah, but look how that turned out."

"It's fine~you were able to at least send cookies this time round." Cater finally cracks, digging into his pocket for the familiar grooves of his phone case. "All's well that ends well, right?"

Trey doesn't respond and Cater is too engrossed in his phone to look up to see his expression. He slides off the stool naturally, tapping through recent posts and comments, eyes laser focused on recent posts on his dash.

"Cater."

There it is. It's the most recent story reel by Ace(according to the time stamp, about two minutes ago). It's an inconspicuous black out picture with several cute teapot and teacup stickers decorating the screen. The banner message is short and sweet: 'Dorm tea party bout to get real this month 🤔😶'

"Cater." Cater's attention snaps back and towards his friend, who gazes at him with dark eyes.

"Please don't lie to me next time."

With that, Cater watches as his long time friend finally leaves the kitchen.

Thank the Seven he did. He might have been a decent actor, but Trey has been with him through thick and thin, and it's given him the annoying ability to see through his tells.

Really now. Trey knows that he hates sweets. Shouldn't that be enough of an alibi?

It's not fair that Trey already has everything to set him up for a good relationship with you. Even if they're all set back by their violent reaction to you arriving in this world, he's sure it would only take a couple tries with Trey offering genuine heartfelt food to get to you.

It's just not fair.

Isn't he fun to hang out with? He consistently gets compliments online for his suave looks and easy personality. So why couldn't he compare to-

He shakes his head. There's no point in overthinking it now. Cay Cay #3 had easily taken the cutely decorated jar of violets and discarded it in the dorm dumpster. Like candy from a baby.

He knows it's petty. But for once, he feels much better, knowing that he upset Trey's original plans to ensnare you.

Now, he once again checks Ace's story reel and screenshots it, while quickly pulling up the search bar. He just needs to level the playing field.

There can only be one fake bitch in this house and Cater has had enough of the competition.

“I wasn’t aware that you were going to visit me, Cater.”

The puppet tilts its head with a warm smile, but there’s a frosty undercurrent to the greeting. It’s clear that he’s not welcome, if the way it’s blocking the doorway of Ramshackle has anything to say.

“Yeah, I ended up losing something here. You mind if I look for it, Yuu-chan?” Cater asks innocently. “Promise it won’t take too long.”

“Hm, sure. But I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking for.” Yuu's grin is sharp as a razor blade. It knows what he’s here for and it’s definitely taunting him. That little–

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to look~” He responds back airily. His fist curls around his phone in his pocket tightly. The puppet shrugs and walks off, leaving him standing in the doorway.

It’s been a while since he’s personally been at Ramshackle dorm. Cater remembers how Ace complained about the house being a real fixer upper, but then again, he doesn’t remember much of that, since Yuu always spent most of the time at Heartslabyul dorm. The renovations certainly made it much more pleasing to the eye and more importantly, livable by HOA standards.

There’s nothing to write home about the living room. The coffee table is bare and there’s no wrinkles in the sofa cushions at all. It’s a little eerie—as if no one even lived in the house in the first place. The only sign of living was perhaps the fact it is clean of dust or dirt.

Nothing in the kitchen either. He gives a wayward glance to the second floor, searching for any signs of movement. Couldn’t hurt to be thorough.

Rows of tall doors pass by as Cater opens each one of them. A storage closet, a spare room, an electric cabinet, another storage area–it all blurs by after the fourth door. There really is nothing, as if the whole house has been wiped of any trace of you. He's about to toss in the towel when an old, dusty memory crops up. His little freshman, Ace. Cater swears he had been making fun of Yuu for seeing strange things at night. Something about a mouse?

Right, their room! Why didn't he think of looking there?

His feet take him rapidly from memory to the door that was the third from last in the hallway in the east wing. He manages to wrench the door open to see a regular bedroom, bed sheets barely stirred. Before he can even put one foot in, a throat clears behind him.

"It's rather rude to go into other people's bedrooms, don't you think?"

You got to be kidding me. Cater turns around with the fakest smile plastered across his face. Yuu looks unamused, tapping its foot impatiently against the wooden floorboards.

"Just wanted to make sure, y'know?" Cater replies. Yuu gives a tight smile back. It goes around him and shuts the door with a hard thunk.

"Ever heard about how curiosity killed the cat?"

Cater shakes his head in surrender, "I guess I need to look elsewhere for my lost item."

The entrance doors slam shut behind him hard enough to startle several birds out the dead trees in the yard. Cater doesn't bother giving a look back as he strides out of the yard and past the gated fence surrounding the property. That glimpse was enough and much more. Cater smirks to himself, taking his phone out and sending a quick text message to the group chat. Yes, curiosity may have killed the poor kitty cat…

But satisfaction brought it back.

viiii. Eulogy

It might surprise people to know that Trey Clover's first real friend is Che'nya Pinker.

That's not to say that Trey had trouble getting along with others as a kid, oh no. Everyone in his neighborhood agreed that he was a very sweet boy, who looked out for others around him. When he wasn’t taking care of his baby sister, he would be asked by other parents around the block to look after their own children, whether that be playing soccer games with the more energetic kids or patty cakes with the quiet ones. So it isn’t a stretch to say that he’s friends with nearly everyone. But Che’nya was a special case.

Their first meeting is still burned into Trey’s memory.

“You see it too, don’cha?” The boy had greeted him while swinging upside down on a low hanging tree branch. Trey had half a mind to scold him for the dangerous action before he actually looked at him.

The first thing that takes Trey off guard is that he has eyes. They’re a shiny yellow, just a shade lighter than his. His pupils are long and thin, not round like his at all. He supposes it must be like a cat’s pupils—for he’s never seen anything like it. Then it’s his unique colorful hair, streaks of light pink intermingling with dark purple, making a strange striped pattern across the chopped uneven hair. Trey faintly recalls a certain cat from their local legends, whose fur boasted those very same colors.

“...What are you talking about?” Trey eyes him warily. The cat boy gives a cheeky grin. He vanishes and then reappears in front of him, albeit with missing arms.

“The people around us who wear the faces of strangers.” Trey’s skin gets goosebumps at the way the boy observes him. He is not looking through Trey, but at him. Their eyes are directly making contact. “But you’re different. You have the face of a friend.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Trey furrows his eyebrows. The boy's grin stretches wider in response. (His teeth were rather blunter than expected, but his canines were pointed.)

“You’re strange. I’m stranger. Together, we can both be strange,” the cat boy chirps back lightheartedly. “The name’s Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. But you can just call me Che’nya.”

Something in his mind had clicked then. It’s hard to explain the feeling–just that it felt like a puzzle piece put into place. He hadn’t known it then, but at that point, the hands of fate had moved.

Whatever the case may be, Trey was grateful to have Che’nya. Because now he knows that he isn’t crazy; not when he couldn’t see his parent’s faces nor his baby sister’s or even his other friends'. Che’nya too, only shrugs his shoulders when Trey asks him about his grandfather.

“The old man? Yeah, they say I have his eyes, but I wouldn’t know.” The statement is so casually delivered that Trey can hardly believe he’s talking about his only living relative and guardian. “His face does not mirror mine in my mind.”

Staring down at you, shivering with cold and hunger, he feels something churn in him again, just like that fateful day.

He has his orders from Riddle: bring in the imposter alive. Trey isn’t a violent sort and nor does he enjoy boasting his strength over others like a sadist. And he cannot deny the feeling of cold rage that day when Yuu shuts down, fear inundating him that he may never, ever, get an explanation for the world he was born in. Why he and Che’nya were special, why he had to witness Riddle suffer under his mother–what was it all for?

Your face. There is no blank stretched skin—he can see your wide open eyes, bloodshot and fixated on him. Your mouth too, shaped in a pained grimace, lips bruised and bloodied from previous skirmishes. Surely, surely, there must be a reason why you were here. Why you bear the same face as Yuu. You hold all the answers, if you would just cooperate.

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Trey tries reaching out, but you scurry back into the hedges, squinted eyes wary and untrusting. You remind him of a frightened hedgehog, prickly spines bristled and body curled in to protect yourself. “I just wanna talk.”

“Go away, please,” the imposter quietly pleads. “Just pretend you never saw me! I swear I didn’t even know how I got here…”

Trey swallows hard.

“Just come quietly. Please.” He is the one begging now. “It’ll be easier for all of us.”

“For who?” The imposter barks a sharp laugh. Trey doesn't miss the way they wince in pain from their wounds. “For me? Or for you?”

He doesn’t have an answer. The sound of running footsteps has him turning, and when he looks back, you’re already gone. The only traces that you were there at all were faint splotches of red blood and crushed grass.

Trey wonders if this, too, was meant to be fate.

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Trey’s been lovingly dubbed as someone reliable. Some consider him to be an older brother figure due to his nagging and supportive care. It's ingrained in him at this point from the years he’s spent playing babysitter. Trey knows the students around him are not his younger siblings who need constant watching (although their actions say otherwise).

But he worries.

Just a bit. Trey knows better than anyone that you can take care of yourself just fine. He's seen how you carry yourself within those hedges.

It's just that, he doesn't know if you're okay right now. How could he know? You've been silent even in the face of Riddle's unceasing letters. So of course he's just a bit unsure if you're actually okay, or if you don't trust them enough to say so.

Trey finds himself more frustrated with the ban they're under. Not because of the inability to see you, although that is part of it. No, it's because Riddle has managed to skirt around that rule to desperately grab onto you, and that was just enough to wear you down.

He thinks if he was bold enough, he could've tried.

As if it wasn't enough, even Ace and Deuce find their own way to get to you, snatching up the chance to deliver the monthly tea party invitation. It takes everything in Trey to clench his teeth and let go—even when Cater ruins his plans. He can't get mad here because it won't get him any closer to you. He has to be the bigger person.

If there is one thing Trey knows about Cater, it's that he absolutely hates getting sweaty or dirty. If Cater wasn’t trying to get out of running those P.E laps, he would absolutely be shirking any extra work assigned. So he's more than suspicious when Cater bounces up to him with a grin saying he could help cover Trey's science club duty of watering plants.

Trey likes to think he can tell when Cater’s lying. His close friend's happy go lucky demeanor often throws off others, but he’s been with him long enough to pick out his subtle tells. His eyebrow twitches when he’s particularly anxious and the corner of his mouth tends to perk up if he’s feeling particularly daring or desperate. Trey figures this must be something that even he can’t trust Trey with, if he’s going out of his way to take on extra work.

So Trey considers this repayment for letting him take his violets. He watches as Cater dashes off in labwear, waiting for a minute, before following after him. His duty was in the tropical zone of the botanical garden, so he has no worries even if he does lose him.

He nearly does a double take when he sees you walking in the courtyard hallways by yourself. And before Trey could rethink his actions, he follows behind you, eyes not leaving your form for a minute.

You look like you haven't slept well. There's dark circles under your eyes. He hopes you're brushing your teeth. There’s no signs of bandages or wounds that he remembers you in, which he supposes is one relief. Even if he so desperately wishes to cook you a proper meal—you look like you could fall over at any minute.

The realization your path is leading to the botanical garden comes just as Trey catches sight of the glass dome. He wants to rush in after you, but he stops himself just as the door swings close behind your form.

Cater is in there. It all makes sense now. Trey has to give it to him—Cater really does know every little happening in the school. But Trey knows him well too—and if he had to guess, even if Cater manages to talk to you, it won’t end pretty. His inability to be genuine will definitely only set you on edge and less likely to reciprocate.

The waiting game he plays is nothing compared to the silence he had to endure before. Trey doesn’t have to look to know that you’re the one slamming open the doors to the botanical gardens, labwear dirtied and face twisted in a frustrated anger. He watches as you enter Professor Crewel’s office again and after some time, pop back out in completely different clothes.

His chest tightens in longing as he continues to follow after (more from an instinctual drive now, rather than deliberate), trying to keep you in sight within the stone pillars. He wants to call out after you so badly and ask you what’s the matter, if you need help with anything. If there was anything he could do to make you forgive him for watching you bleed out on dewy grass. The sun is about to set, warm golden rays flickering between pillars and casting long shadows. Trey’s so enamored with following after you that he flinches back when the sun directly shines into his eyes, blinding him momentarily.

He barely manages to get a hold of himself. By the time his eyes blink away the blurry blots, he realizes you’re looking back at him. His breath stops. Your eyes are wide and frightened as they are that day, and his heart drops to his stomach. Both of you don’t move, merely staring at each other.

You finally break the connection, turning around and quickly walking away. Trey gasps, remembering to breathe, lungs screaming for air.

What was that?

x. Entombment

It's a nice sunny afternoon in the Heartslabyul domain. There weren't any track club activities nor dreaded remedial lessons. If anything, this free time would have been perfect for a nap. He hadn’t been up to any large shenanigans like this since the whole fiasco of [First] and Yuu.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Ace scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You got a better one, loosey Deucy? If we don’t do this now, then all of us are stuck until Housewarden grows a pair of balls.”

Deuce Spade bites his lips. “I just think there might be a better way around this.”

“Yeah? And the sky is blue. Keep going, we don't have much time." Ace cranes his neck to the side of the bush, eyes warily looking out to make sure the coast is clear.

Deuce grumbles but continues plucking, some roses already tucked within his arms. They chose a bush the furthest away from the dorm, in a hidden corner where no arched windows could overlook them. It was necessary, because today was Wednesday, and the Housewarden would have their heads for plucking his beloved roses out of all the flora.

His fingers are bleeding already, finger pads torn from repetitive tugging on the thorns and stems. They couldn’t afford taking any of the gardening tools, lest they be questioned for what they were doing with them. Still, even he had his limits.

“Why is it that you aren’t helping at all?” Deuce snipes at Ace, who scowls back.

“You want to be caught by someone, genius?” Ace replies snarkily. “Someone has to keep look out.”

“Doesn’t explain why I have to do all the work.”

Ace rolls his eyes, deigning not to bother engaging in another futile argument that would lead to nowhere. Deuce is about to cut off a particularly stubborn rose when Ace pipes up again.

“...Did they ever respond to your texts?” Deuce only deflates in response. Ace’s mouth slants crookedly in an annoyed grimace. The two of them know full well what the answer to that was.

“Damn that cat…” Ace mutters bitterly under his breath. Deuce doesn’t say anything. He too, is finding it hard to not feel petty towards Grim right now. Weren’t they friends? He could’ve afforded to help them out somehow. But it’s no use. Their texts went unanswered. Headmaster had banned them from stepping foot onto Ramshackle grounds. It’s like you had closed everything off from them.

It’s why he doesn’t protest this plan, as reckless as it is. He’s not any better than Ace—he needs to see you. He and Ace were your closest friends, your first friends! He loved you. That had to mean something. If it didn’t, then…

“I think this is enough.” Deuce adjusts the messy bouquet in his hands, attempting to hold them without crushing the delicate petals. Ace looks over and nods in approval. He takes out crimson ribbons and a silk handkerchief and begins tying it around the stems in a very artful way that has Deuce’s eyebrows raising.

“Where did you get that?” Ace smirks in response at the interrogative question.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ace snatches the bouquet from his hands and slips in an envelope with the housewarden’s seal. Deuce silences the questions on the tip of his tongue. For whatever Ace has planned, he’s rather not know anything more troublesome than necesscary.

What he failed to account for was getting caught. Housewarden Riddle was beyond furious for what they did. It was only by Trey and Cater's gentle reminders that what they did was for all of them, that he only calmed down.

Deuce supposes three days with the collar is better than a week. Even if it is a heavy thing that weighs on his very soul.

He only hopes that you don't notice the thorns they forgot to trim.

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It’s a given that although Trey is the right hand of Heartslabyul, Cater is considered the left hand of Housewarden Riddle. It’s been that way since Deuce himself enrolled in NRC, and possibly even further back. He hadn’t understood it quite then, but after some time, he realized something that he should’ve realized a long time ago.

To never get on Cater’s bad side.

There are events where the five of them gather outside of Yuu’s influence. Administrative meetings, monthly tea parties, and the occasional casual hang out. When you’re aware of how much of your life is affected from being not like the others, it’s common to side with those who are like you.

Cater had called the meeting this time. It was a bit out of the blue, at least for him and Ace. It’s only when they’re all gathered around the playing table in the lounge, not another soul in sight, when Deuce realizes Cater has that gleam in his eye. One that screams that he got a viral lead on a hot topic. His upperclassman must have been investigating.

"Remember how mirrors are considered to be portals?"

Deuce's neck prickles.

"Your point, Cater?" Their housewarden is impatient, not aware of what the question poses. His arms are crossed with his eyebrows furrowed in a frustrated glare. Deuce realizes that he must have been the one to send out Cater.

"There's a mirror in the prefect's bedroom." Deuce blurts out, and Riddle’s steely eyes snap over in surprise. Cater nods in affirmation.

"Yeah. I only managed a glimpse, but Yuu covered their mirror." Cater says.

“Hold on, you went into the prefect’s bedroom? Scratch that, to Ramshackle?” Ace asks. “Why are we just getting this now?”

“Because I just came back Acey,” Cater flicks his forehead, causing Ace to exclaim in pain. Trey smiles faintly at the action. “Also Riddle told me to keep it confidential—you two would have ran straight out if we had told you.”

Deuce sheepishly rubs his neck at Cater’s pointed sentence. Riddle rubs his chin in thoughtfulness, eyebrows still furrowed.

“But there isn’t anything magical about that mirror, is there?” Riddle asks, skepticism coating his tone. “The puppet could have simply covered that mirror out of an odd preference.”

“Acey, didn’t you mention that Yuu always mentioned seeing things in that mirror?” Cater responds, deflecting the question upon his underclassmen. Ace straightens as he and Deuce both exchange a glance.

“Yeah…something about a mouse in their mirror,” Ace answers slowly, face scrunched in an effort to recall memories. “I always thought it was just crazy dreams but…”

“Yuu was always insisting about it,” Deuce chimes in. “Said the mouse speaks to them and everything—that there was another world it was in.”

Trey and Cater share a furtive glance together before looking at Riddle. Their housewarden seems to be taking in the new information, closing his eyes in thought. For a while, no one dares to speak.

“What do you think, Riddle?” Trey finally breaks the heavy silence, and Deuce breathlessly releases a sigh. Leave it to Trey to speak for all of them.

“If the mirror in the bedroom is magical, then that changes things.” Riddle pronounces with conviction. “If that mirror potentially holds a dimension, then that would be the perfect place to trap someone.”

“Cater.” The orange head straightens to attention at the stern command. “Find a way to get the puppet out of the dorm for a while. We’ll need to look into this ourselves.”

Cater smirks and a chill runs down Deuce’s spine. While Cater still has an easy going look, his jade green eyes have darkened with a sadistic gleam.

“Roger that, housewarden!” His upperclassman chirps, already taking out his phone.

Riddle is already barking orders that each of them are to take up within this mission of theirs. But Deuce nearly misses his task, eyes stuck on Cater’s face as he scrolls his phone.

He catches a glimpse of a photo before it’s quickly clicked away. Deuce snaps back to Riddle just in time for Cater to shoot him a wary glare, checking to make sure no one else was looking.

Deuce is very glad he is working together with Cater.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #my works #damn this is the most ive ever written.....insane

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jaylienpotter · 1 year

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*~Masterlist~*

¦ Jaylienpotter on Ao3 ¦

¦ Intro on alt: @boyswillbebugs ¦

¦ Bellatrix RP: @bestblacksister ¦

Ao3 multichapter: Shedded Snake

(TW: r*pe/non-con; read tags and notes!)

Regulus Black's life changed when he was raped by his best friend and roommate Barty Crouch Jr. Not wanting to ruin the environment of their shared friend group, he kept the traumatic event to himself. The only one who knew about it was, surprisingly, his brother's best friend, James Potter, after a confrontation in the hallway. Follow Reg as he tries to overcome and heal from the trauma, while falling for the one helping him in this journey.

Ao3 multichapter: For you, anything

James Potter's life turns upside down when Lily - his wife and mother of their two year old son - asked for a divorce. Will he lose himself in the midst of a failed marriage and joined custody? Sirius Black has been in love with his best friend for over a decade. After offering for James and his son Harry - Sirius's godson - to move in, will he manage to keep his feelings a secret?

Prompt tumblr blogs

A list of tagged tumblr blogs that give you prompts! Both Marauders-based (general or specific ships) and unspecified/general prompts. Hope it's helpful!

Prongsfoot Bingo

A challenge to complete a set of 16 prompts about James x Sirius

The bingo card

Raising Harry snippet

Mutual Coming Out (Ao3)

Any Fandom AU Bingo

A challenge to complete a set of 9 prompts about Alternate Universes

The bingo card

Let them be

A small collection of 9 chapters/parts, each one about a character and their relationship with gender, sexuality, feminism, or love.

Let boys wear trousers

Let boys wear skirts

Let people want both

Let people want none

Standalones

Prompts or something random that I remembered turned into one-shots, not connected to each other. Not including those short chats.

Jegulus proposal

James gets trans Reg a dick (light NSFW, fluff)

Lily and Sirius sibling problems solidarity

Jegulus "don't go" prompt

Rosekiller brews amortentia

Sirius finds out about Jegulus

Jegulus raise Harry

Coffee shop AU Jegulus

Drunk Regulus confesses

Trans Regulus runs away

Jegulus breakup

Trans Regulus and intimacy (fluff, implied sex)

Regulus is taken in by the Potters

Prongsfoot (romantic) meet through pottery

James can't stop thinking about stranger Sirius Black (prongsfoot)

Muggle AU James crushing on artist Sirius

Prongsfoot (romantic) bonding over text

James meets Sirius's friends at his birthday (prongsfoot)

Sirius approves of Jegulus

James gives Lily a sweet bday gift (Jily)

Regulus defends James to Lily

Harry Oblivious Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Never Have I Ever ft. poly arrangements (Ao3)

Snippets of WIP Rock 'N' Roll Suicide

The fic (not published yet) is Wolfstar, mostly canon-compliant, focuses on Sirius as a person and his character growth.

Very heavy but most of the posts on tumblr will be of more casual parts of the fic.

Quidditch teams debate

James finds out Sirius bottoms (light NSFW)

Wolfstar coming out to James

Eclipse WIP

James is a single dad and Harry has advanced cancer. He wishes to meet his favourite author before he dies (R.A.B). Regulus agrees to it and falls in love with James.

E-mail to the author

Headcanons

My personal headcanons/theories about the characters :)

My personal ships

Blind Regulus

Peter Pettigrew headcanons

Different ships in cottages

Marauders Era dancing AU/headcanons ft. reggiecantswimm (a thread)

Marauders Era health headcanons

Lesbian Wolfstar

Alcoholic Remus Lupin (TW: addiction)

Prongstail (James x Peter) hcs

Regulus and Lily friendship

Marauders and the Holidays

Ideas I won't write

Feel free to use them as long as you credit me and tag me (I wanna read!)

Remus goes back in time

Two dimensions cross

Formation of Jegulily [might write]

Toxic mix of Wolfstar, Starchaser and (one-sided?) Prongsfoot

Smut (NSFW)

Fics/scenes/one-shots with explicit sex (check the TW/CW)

Wolfstar chastity cage (Ao3)

Jegulus kitchen sex (Ao3)

Wolfstar x James threesome (Ao3)

Dead Dove

Fics/scenes/one-shots with themes considered dark, problematic and/or taboo. Mind the tags. DL;DR

Knife play Rosekiller (Ao3) (smut)

Regulus tells James he was SA (Ao3) (TW: past sexual assault)

One-sided Regulus/Sirius (Ao3 exclusive) (TW: MCD)

Sirius finds Jegulus sex tapes (Ao3 exclusive) (smut)

Veritaserum sex James/Regulus/Sirius (Ao3 exclusive) (smut)

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #masterlist

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ao3feed-superbat · 7 months

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Clark Kent's months of Terrifying Mortality: A Love Story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VItC0vp by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Clark Kent is dying from his Kryptonite poison, transmitted via everyone's favourite bald-headed villain, Lex Luthor, and slowly. He had never felt more alone in the world. But Maybe his friends Batman, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane can get him through it . And what if this new crush on billionaire, socialite Bruce Wayne, just blooms into something more? And what was this new mafia business, and how is it linked to Alaskan green tech? And just who were all these mysterious people following and watching him? Clark Kent has a lot to do in his final months this summer. Hopefully win a Pulitzer, high five Batman, and , most importantly, score Bruce Wayne. So he better get on it fast. A story of love, friendship, and friendly mortality And gratuitous action-violence. This is a love story// This is a Detective Story :) Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Duke Thomas, Perry White, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Shayera Hol, John Stewart (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane Additional Tags: American Football, Love, Idiots in Love, Humour, Mortality, Explosions, Major Character Undeath, Multiple times BA-BY, Sons and daughters and kids and fathers, Found Family, literally they keep stumbling into each other, Poisoning, slight cancer TW metaphors used, ex-love, past relationships gone wrong, Toxicity, fun-and-tumble-romance, past teen romance, Pulitzers mentioned, high-speed reporter-work, Attempted Murder, Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional Hugs, long discussions of mortality, Themyscira (DCU), slow forgiveness, viewed fragility, high-rise buildings, Moving On, moving forward, Finding Love, in tough times, it's sweet and it's sad and it's action packed and it's funny what more do you want?, Consensual Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VItC0vp

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

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idontevenknow7878 · 3 months

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Who's the main character and what's their back story

Oooo! I get to infodump!

There’s not necessarily a single main character, rather, multiple groups of characters, for example we have the Pangea Trio, which were the the three first characters i made for Pangea, they are Andrea St Booth, Claire Hartfeild and Thea Sinclair

Then there’s the Redfall Rebels, they’re more like a subdivision of Redfall, one of the factions, however, not all members are from Redfall, but the two ones that everyone care about are Frances Jordan and Quinn Grant

And then there’s everyone else, some factionless and some devoted to their faction, these guys are: Ronnie Anderson, Adriana Daysworn and Devon O’ Reilly

(no, you are not getting deja vu, the three i just mentioned are listener ocs, but i decided to put them into Pangea to spice things up, some elements are slightly altered though)

I’ll link some good lore important posts & update this one as I introduce more lore

#oc universe #oc #claire hartfeild #andrea st booth #thea sinclair #devon o’reilly #ronnie anderson #adriana daysworn #my oc stuff #quinn grant #frances jordan #answering :3 #ask box :3 #idontevenknow7878

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[TW: Toxic forced relationship, implied murder, implied kidnapping, mentions of suicide.]

About time I introduced some Sunflower AU characters of mine for those who don't know them, part one

As it's written above, this is Iris. Iris is secretly some kind of a superhero/guardian in the city (along with three others), she uses her abilities as a phoenix to help people in need.

Passivemare took an interest in this lady, since she resembled Vera (her ancestor from Dreamtale many years ago). You'll see Passive's history with Vera right below.

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This is Vera:

Vera, as I mentioned above, is Iris' ancestor from over 600 years ago. Vera lived in Lanny's magic empire, she was always quite the curious one. She wished to see the other empires, and one day visited the Feelings Empire.

After a long time of flying, Vera landed in the palace's garden, where the tree of feelings resided. She just wanted to rest a little, but soon she was seen by Passive and he called for the guards, thinking she was an intruder. Vera got scared and immediately flied away to escape. But Passive couldn't forget about the beautiful lady he saw. He wanted her to be his.

Passive told Nim about Vera, and Nim immediately ordered the guards to find her and bring her to the palace. After a few days, the guards had managed to capture Vera, and she was brought to the palace. Vera explained to the tyrants this was all a misunderstanding, and apologized. But Nim ordered for her to be thrown into the dungeons..

Passive offered Vera to be his slave in exchange of not being thrown into the dungeons, but Vera refused and Passive slapped her in the face. Vera spend weeks in the dungeons. Nim had ordered to let her starve to death down there, but Alphonse and Frieda would go to Vera time to time and bring her food and clothes, and these three formed a good friendship.

Passive would go down and still insist on convincing Vera to be his slave. He was mesmerized by this phoenix's beauty and he wanted to have her all to himself, but no matter his efforts, Vera kept refusing his offers and kept rejecting him. She was disgusted of Passive.

Soon Lanny came in search for Vera, and Nim let Vera go and hesitantly apologized for treating her that way. And things went well, until the wars begun. Vera fought for the Magic Kingdom with all her strength and survived the wars along with the remaining phoenixes from her tribe. She never saw Alphonse again, and was deeply upset about Frieda's death.

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Back to Iris:

-Her hero name is Indigo, her phoenix form resembles Vera a lot

-She used to have a small crush on Dream/Yume, the two know eachother.

-Iris had two little sisters and one adopted kid, Passive ended up killing them to make Iris accept him. Iris was forced into a romantic relationship with him.

-Her and Ink have a sibling relationship

-Alphonse found out about Iris being Indigo and once kidnapped the poor woman, and for what?

"Look, don't panic. I just need you to be my friend."

"AND YOU HAD TO KIDNAP ME JUST TO ASK ME THAT?!"

-Iris listens to Hamilton and Heathers

-Sometimes she cries when she remembers her dead daughter and sisters, and wants to be left alone when she cries. For this reason she got a fake butterfly to scare Passivemare away because she doesn't want him to see her cry- (Yes when I asked Rose what Passive was scared of, she said he was scared of butterflies-)

-There are just a few other superheroes/guardians like Iris, and she is their leader! :DD

-She and the group she leads are called T.M.P or The Multiverse Protectors, because they come to aid other AU's that are in trouble and are a huge help for Ink.

-She comes home late sometimes, her job as a lawyer and the responsibilities as a guardian take a lot of her time and energy.

-Iris tends to be paranoid and anxious sometimes, and the reason she's still with Passive is because she slowly grew attached to this idiot. Basically, Stockholm Syndrome. Iris has none else anymore, only her abuser. But that doesn't mean she will let him take advantage of her 24/7. She's a strong and smart woman, and she does want to get free of Passive.

-Iris believes there's good in everyone, so she puts up with Passive's bullshit and usually tries to talk to him and get his rotten heart to change.

-Passive made her drift away from her teammates and other people in her life. When Dream notices her odd behavior and asks what's wrong, Iris only comes up with excuses and avoids him.

-Passive stalks Iris 24/7 and she can feel his presence, but can't do anything about it.

-When Passive killed her sisters and her adopted daughter, Iris fell into a spiral of despair and depression. Poor woman was miserable. She tried to suicide once to join them, but Passive didn't let her. And she's grateful he did, because she doesn't want to lose against him after all he has done to her.

-Iris finds enjoyment in scaring Passive with the fake butterfly, it's her little revenge.

-Iris knows Swap, she stopped by his AU to help once, and healed his legs with her healing tears.

-Only Alphonse, Passive and T.M.P know Iris' identity as Indigo.

Iris in her guardian form (a.k.a Indigo):

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E.L.A Passive, Nim, Lanny, Alphonse and Ink (implied) belongs to @anotherrosesthatfell

E.L.A Iris and Vera belong to me.

#a sunflower in full bloom au #iris ashlyn [e.l.a]

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 months

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Clark Kent's months of Terrifying Mortality: A Love Story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EqoSZlQ by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Clark Kent is dying from his Kryptonite poison, transmitted via everyone's favourite bald-headed villain, Lex Luthor, and slowly. He had never felt more alone in the world. But Maybe his friends Batman, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane can get him through it . And what if this new crush on billionaire, socialite Bruce Wayne, just blooms into something more? And what was this new mafia business, and how is it linked to Alaskan green tech? And just who were all these mysterious people following and watching him? Clark Kent has a lot to do in his final months this summer. Hopefully win a Pulitzer, high five Batman, and , most importantly, score Bruce Wayne. So he better get on it fast. A story of love, friendship, and friendly mortality And gratuitous action-violence. This is a love story// This is a Detective Story :) Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Duke Thomas, Perry White, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Shayera Hol, John Stewart (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane Additional Tags: American Football, Love, Idiots in Love, Humour, Mortality, Explosions, Major Character Undeath, Multiple times BA-BY, Sons and daughters and kids and fathers, Found Family, literally they keep stumbling into each other, Poisoning, slight cancer TW metaphors used, ex-love, past relationships gone wrong, Toxicity, fun-and-tumble-romance, past teen romance, Pulitzers mentioned, high-speed reporter-work, Attempted Murder, Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional Hugs, long discussions of mortality, Themyscira (DCU), slow forgiveness, viewed fragility, high-rise buildings, Moving On, moving forward, Finding Love, in tough times, it's sweet and it's sad and it's action packed and it's funny what more do you want?, Consensual Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EqoSZlQ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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repost from my old blog

The post in question.

Not even gonna lie, when I posted it, I was hoping someone was gonna ask for Jamil.

Same disclaimer as before, at the time of writing, Ignihyde’s chapter is just beginning, so I’m going to improvise the reasons and circumstances of Idia’s Overblot from what we’ve seen thus far. Also, I haven’t seen D*sney’s Hercules (so I can’t even make a guess on Idia’s unique magic), but it was serendipitous that the only myth I do know of is the abduction of Persephone.

Warning for unhealthy relationships (yandere is synonymous with toxic, and I write it purely as a horror trope, no romanticisation), mentions of stalking, manipulating, guilt-tripping, jealousy and kidnapping.

An extra heavy warning for the implication of a murder-suicide in the last bullet point of Idia’s part, it’s not outright stated but it is heavily implied. I’ve tagged this with “murder suicide tw” but let me know if there is a better tag I could use.

Jamil Viper

Jamil would befriend you alongside Kalim proceeding the Magift scandal

By which I mean, he wouldn’t necessarily want to befriend you, but he would because Kalim wanted to be friends with you

Though he was pretty amused and intrigued by both you and Grim ever since he witnessed the fiasco at the entrance ceremony and Kalim being set on fire

He’s a bit aloof, so finding out he considers you a friend does come as a surprise, but at least he shows it sometimes through subtle favours

Things like helping you with schoolwork and telling you the ways you can work certain teachers to look at you more favourably, he’s very observant so he definitely has a lot of tips to give on how to make your school life more bearable

Still, even if he weren’t a yandere, Jamil would avoid confessing to you before the Overblot

Simple reasoning: he’s used to having to share, or even give up, everything for Kalim. It bred a lot of resentment, especially when he got accepted into Night Raven College which was supposed to be something he could have all to himself… until Asim senior pulled some strings.

Because of that, he is terribly possessive of anything he can claim as his own, and is the type to hide whatever he likes from Kalim

Which started including you. The moment he realised his feelings, which was fairly soon after developing them, he started distancing himself from you

It broke his heart, don’t misunderstand, but he’d rather pine from afar than have Kalim try to take you away, or be forced to get over those feelings because he can’t be better than Kalim, not even in things that should be typical of a guy his age, like relationships

In his mind, no matter what it is, if he wants it, Kalim is bound to take it away from him, so it hardly matters whether Kalim has shown any interest beyond friendship or not

Soon enough, the only times Jamil would be socialising with you was when Kalim would invite you over to Scarabia or want to sit next to you during lunch

(Which only makes him hate Kalim more, sure, he’s the extroverted preppy one, and Jamil is literally ignoring you, but must you really speak to the dorm leader so much? Right in front of his salad?)

It’s a sort of enchanted circle, Jamil tries to not talk to you as much so Kalim doesn’t “steal you away” -> you spend more time with Kalim than with Jamil -> Jamil resents Kalim even more, and pines for you even harder

When the winter holidays roll around, he’ll be the one seeking you out, telling you about how Kalim’s lost his mind and asking if you’d be willing to help his dorm, like you’ve helped the others

(Will lay it on thick so you’d feel too guilty to say no)

Jamil would take full advantage of the situation, as befitting of someone in a dorm that prides itself on careful planning

When hypnotised, Kalim would be downright horrible to you, maybe not violent, but “he” will definitely insult you and degrade you, even going for just the things you were most self-conscious about. Funny how he knew just what those things are, huh?

Not to worry, though, Jamil would be right there to pat your back and tell you that nothing Kalim said was true, and that he has no idea why the dorm head is suddenly acting like that. Jamil’s the one who’ll always be there for you, he’s not unreliable like Kalim, you know?

Really, it’s his way of making sure that, even if Kalim were to try and steal you away, you’d reject him

In all other areas, too, you’d think Jamil is just an angel, he makes sure to give you his own water if you forget (or drink all of) yours during the marches, he’ll check in on you in the evenings to make sure you’re fine (and not planning on escaping), he’ll give you extra servings of food and be sure to make your favourites more often, and so on.

His Overblot is still preceded by the same things, the Octavinelle trio busts in, Azul “exposes” him and, as a result, he loses his shit

The timeline branches when he, literally, kicks you all out of Scarabia, or, rather, when he kicks almost everyone out

As in, he only kicks out the Octavinelle trio, Grim and Kalim. He kept you with him

He wouldn’t want to use his unique magic on you, but don’t challenge him. When he tells you to worship him, he wants (and expects) you to do it of your own free will, because you want to do it

He doesn’t want the validation of knowing you think the world of him, and him only, unless they’re your own words

He’d probably chain you to his little makeshift throne in the common area, but don’t worry, the chains are pure gold, because he still “loves” you and wants you to be by his side as an “equal”

Or about as equal as you could be in that situation; he’d still want you kneeling next to him, speaking only when he speaks to you and answering in “Yes, Jamil”, “I love you, Jamil”, “You’re the only person that matters to me, Jamil” and variations.

Don’t talk back to him, don’t insult him, don’t disrespect him, don’t treat him like anything other than a lord, and do not mention Kalim

He’ll make you “admit” that you only need him in your life and that you hate Kalim just as much as he does

That said, when he’s already lost all tact and care in his Overblot, if you fight him too much, he will use Snake Whisper on you to make you more docile

He can whip you into shape later, but, for now, he just wants your eyes only on him

When he recovers from the Overblot, he’ll still try to keep what happened on the down-low and pretend to care for Kalim, but he will become a lot bolder and more aggressive with you in regards to his feelings

Since you already know his true nature and feelings, he decided it would be smarter to try and monopolise your attention and time as soon as possible instead of continuing to pretend like he couldn’t care less

While he would refuse to use his unique magic on you after the Overblot, he would be openly hostile towards anyone towards whom you show even a sliver of interest

He’s actually not half bad at making poisons, you know? Being able to recognise most of them by scent alone comes with that plus

Honestly, even if you have bad judgement actually have feelings for him, he would still delude himself into thinking that you’re going to leave him for someone else, so he’s always going to be alert and making sure you repeat every day how he’s the only one who matters in your life and how you belong to him only

Once he realises you’re in his grasp, he’s not letting go for anything. He gave up on enough aspirations as is.

Idia Shroud

Now, the original premise was “before they Overblotted, they were already friends with you” but to be honest… you probably wouldn’t even notice he existed

He’s very withdrawn and, though he would become infatuated very easily with you just by seeing you here and there and hearing about how amazing you are to help all those other dorms, he wouldn’t seek you out

He’d stalk the hell out of you, though

Less in person, more digitally. When you get a phone, minutes after you make a Magicam account, he already knows the username and has followed you.

Through that, he’ll find any other info about you that he needs, your favourite foods, hangouts, music, shows, everything that he can use to “bond” over and make socialising and befriending you easier

And for someone like him, finding out things hidden under the hood, like emails and passwords and linked accounts, is just as easy as looking at you post a meal captioned with “the fave”

He’ll try to befriend you over the instant messaging function on Magicam, with an account with a fake name, his first message would probably be a response to one of your stories about some show you just binge watched

“No wayyy you like that too??? I’m like the biggest fan of that show. Who’s ur fave character?” type of message.

The conversation will more or less flow naturally from there, and you’ll even become internet friends, but he’ll never tell you his actual name nor show you what he looks like

It’s because he was afraid that you’ll think “Oh, that loser shut-in who never talks to anyone and is obsessed with games and anime and weird movies?” and start avoiding him

He’s a little insecure

The second reason is that he doesn’t want to risk you realising he’s literally on the same campus as you and that you can actually talk face-to-face, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself by stuttering and being awkward around you - it’s so much easier to communicate when you have the time to properly type out your thoughts (and erase anything weird before hitting send)

He’ll tell you you can lean on him, vent to him, confide in him, all of that (and he will try to keep it about as equal as possible, though he can’t help be more interested in hearing about your matters than sharing his own)

Idia wants you to become emotionally dependant on him

He’ll be incredibly envious of the other dorm leaders’ when he starts hearing about how you’ve been helping them, and he’s incredibly envious of the Heartslabyul duo for always being around you, but there’s not much he thinks he can do

He thinks that, as he is, he has no chance with you, so his goal is to make you trust and adore him through your online interactions. The long-term goal is to make you love him way before his IRL awkwardness can have a major impact in how you see him

That said, he wasn’t imagining your first meet-up to go exactly the way it did

So, the Overblot gang got themselves abducted and turned into test subjects. You should have known Crowley would make you do all the work, really

So when you properly meet Idia face-to-face (without even knowing he’s your “best friend”), it’s while you’re yelling at him to let you see your friends

And you might think he’s an ass and a sadistic stoic bastard for just standing there, mouth slightly agape, but quiet as death, but he’s actually mortified

He does not know what to say. He wants to tell you that you shouldn’t be treating him so harshly when he’s the one who was always there for you, but he has just enough social tact to know that 1) you still don’t know that he’s your online pen-pal and 2) now is not the time to reveal that

Idia is pissed off all the same though. How dare you treat him like that? He’s the one who listened to you rant about your “besties” at 1am, he’s the one who was offering you reassurance and comfort when you were stressed out of your mind, he was nothing but kind and supportive to you, and you’re here? Yelling at him? For doing his job?

“Is, is it… is it b-because you like one of them?” he stutters out before he can stop himself. Of course you do, right? Riddle is so mature and responsible, Leona is athletic and aggressive, Azul has his own business, Jamil is reliable, Vil is the epitome of good looks, and Idia? Is some awkward dork who can’t hope to compare to all those ultra rare characters. Of course you wouldn’t choose him

While you’re busy thinking “What the hell does that even mean?” his mind is going a mile a minute, by the time you blinked, he’s already convinced himself that there’s no way you’ll fall in love with him when you have so many better options

So the logical conclusion is to take away all the other options

It took all his courage, and his face was practically overheating by the time he mustered up the strength, but after a moment he grabs you by the bicep and starts dragging you away

He’ll start mentioning things you told him through instant messages that he knows you’ve told only him until you add two and two together

And if you still don’t get it, he’ll just outright show you his phone, and the account you’ve been messaging since the winter holidays

He thinks that’ll make you trust him more

Idia will keep you locked up in your own little cell until he figures out what to do, but he doesn’t confess yet. He wants to make sure you can’t reject him before he takes that step, as he feels like fainting when he even thinks about confessing

But after dealing with five Overblots already, you won’t just give up, right? Your cells are close enough to others that you’ve figured out a way to subtly communicate, and soon enough there’s a plan in motion to bust out of there

To keep it short, I imagine Idia’s Overblot would come because of something happening to Ortho

You’ve already heard stories about Ignihyde’s dorm head and his “younger brother”, and even the OB gang clued you into the terrifying things Ortho is capable of (despite his appearance) so it was obvious from the start that, should Ortho come across you in your escape attempt, it is imperative that you incapacitate him

And though you didn’t know that much about the Ignihyde brothers, you knew that Idia cared a lot about Ortho, so when he sees you and Grim kneeling next to Ortho, his torso sparking and legs mangled, desperately trying to fix him, the only thing you could say was, “We didn’t mean to.”

He’s not listening though. Idia is disappointed in you. He thought you would know better. Wasn’t everyone going on and on about how kind and empathetic you were? And now you’ve just tried to kill his own baby brother?

He grabs you by your arm, his bashfulness completely gone, keeping you next to him while he casts spell after spell trying to fix up his brother, and he’s managing it pretty well, but doesn’t notice the blot accumulating on his magical pen

He’s ranting all the way through it, about how he can’t believe he was preparing everything for the most perfect confession fit to feature in a AAA dating sim, and you just broke his heart by hurting the person most important to him, after he did what is possibly the hardest and scariest thing for someone like him to do - initiating social contact in the first place!

He’s guilt-tripping you hard. He loves you so much, he was the one who fell in love at first sight, and not only were you off talking to and flirting with other guys, but now you go ahead and try to break his heart before he can even tell you he loves you.

Between those feelings and overusing his magic, he Overblots fairly quickly, at which point everything becomes more “clear”

One of the most famous love stories from his land is that of when the Lord of the Dead met his wife. He fell in love with her at first sight (much like Idia did with you!), and, in order to show her how serious he was, he abducted her. Sure, sure, it was “morally wrong,” but she returned his feelings! With time

You should have turned and ran to your nearest ally the moment you locked eyes with Idia, whose smile was a little too wide for comfort. The sharp serrated teeth on display did little to tune down the fear factor

The moment he’s sure Ortho is stable, he takes hold of your hand, surprisingly softly for someone who was about to confess that he had been stalking you ever since you were admitted to NRC, that he was in “love” with you and that he wanted you to return with him to the Isle of Lamentation, where you’d be locked up with him, and you two can lead the perfect shut-in couple life he had always dreamed of

He doesn’t let you get a word in edgewise, he’s finally got the courage to tell you his true feelings, so you can’t reject him, that’s not how it works (and he’d know, what with possibly hundreds of dating sims under his belt), you have to return his feelings when he worked this hard. You wouldn’t break his heart twice in one day, would you?

The charons can take care of the runaways, surely his parents won’t mind him abandoning his job, just for a little while, if it means he’ll be able to tell them he’s finally found someone, after they’d been nagging him for ages about it

You might be able to get in a “I don’t even know you” while he’s catching his breath between rants about your future life together, but he’s not listening to you

Though if you continue fighting him even after days, weeks, months of being kept as his prisoner, he might actually lose all patience and hope to live out a typical love story with you, which isn’t as good as it sounds

Because Idia is still a man who mistakes fiction and reality often and has internalised a lot of really gross ideas present in the media he consumes. If you refuse to work together with him on what is obviously a meant-to-be relationship, he would take it to mean you’re simply star-crossed lovers, meant to be, but you just don’t want to give in

He can’t just let you go. If you won’t be his in the land of the living, you will have no choice in the other world, and he won’t mind speeding up that transition for the both of you

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #yandere twisted wonderland #jamil viper #idia shroud #jamil x reader #idia x reader #yandere #my writing #stalking tw #manipulation tw #kidnapping tw #murder suicide tw

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Title: Closed Casket.

Commissioned by the very lovely @99shadowcat99.

Pairing: Yandere!Demon Brothers/Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 2.4k.

TW: Toxic Relationships, Dehumanization, Codependence, Threats of Violence, Mentions of Death, Implied Imprisonment.

It was a closed-casket funeral.

For such a small detail, it bothered you more than it had any right to. You hadn’t been the one to arrange it, the one to speak to the undertaker and evaluate the damage – that was a responsibility that fell to her fiancé rather than you, a distant cousin, only brought up in conversations about postponed friendships and quickly thinning family trees. You’d done what you could to help, what a last living relative should do to help - paying for flower arrangements, speaking to financial advisors, sorting through her belongs and trying to guess at what might’ve held some sentimental value to someone more present in her life, but you never saw the body. No one ever offered, and you hadn’t known how to ask. She was gone, now, dead and buried, and you'd never gotten to see her, even if everyone who had said that it was probably for the best.

And it probably was. They were probably right. You wouldn’t feel any better, if you had.

And yet, you found it difficult to believe you could feel any worse than you did now, either.

Belphegor was curled around your arm. He had been since you came back from the Human World, slotted against your side, draped over your shoulders, and currently, splayed out on top of you, his face buried in the flesh just above your shoulder blade, his body forcibly tangled with yours in a way that was too awkward to be comfortable for both of you, a sacrifice he seemed more than willing to make on your behalf. You’d tried to shrug him off earlier, when he first decided there was enough space on the smallest loveseat in the common room for his strange, daily ritual, and when that failed, you’d tried to talk him into letting go, into loosening his grip enough for you to slip away when he fell asleep, into relocating to somewhere else, somewhere softer, somewhere with a pillow that could easily replace you when he was too busy tossing and turning to care, but Belphegor had always been so frustratingly picky when it came to where, how, and when he chose to sleep.

He’d chosen you, and he’d chosen like this, and he’d chosen now. There was little you could do to change his mind, after he’d already made it up.

Still, you tried. He wasn’t asleep yet, caught somewhere between permanently half-conscious state and a sleep deep enough to warrant medical concern for most living creatures, supernaturally inclined or otherwise. “Belphie,” You called, gently, pushing the temptation to try more forceful methods into the back of your mind. “Think you pick another spot? Just for today?”

“Can’t.” It was a simple response, his voice heavy with sourceless exhaustion, just as short and just as blunt as it had been the last time you asked. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, honestly. “You were gone. I can’t.”

Your frown deepened. You’d left for a week – nine days, at most. And Belphegor couldn’t have been awake for more than half of that. “That’s not--”

“He was lonely, sweetheart.” It was Asmodeus, this time, as he perched himself on the loveseat’s arm. He wasn’t any better than Belphie, nimble fingertips soon tracing aimless patterns over the side of your neck, the dip of your shoulder, taking up the space he could occupy since the space he’d like to was already in-use. “He’ll get better, in a few days. Once it sinks in that you won't be leaving again.”

You were out of practice. A month ago, you would’ve known better than to respond, than to ask questions to someone who took as much delight in festering doubts as Asmodeus did. A month ago, you would’ve brushed him off and found your way to Purgatory Hall for the rest of the night. But, it wasn’t a month ago, and you were tired. You were still thinking about that casket, and you couldn’t seem to think of much else. “What do you mean?”

“Oh?” There was a pause, a laugh, light and melodic and fluttering. You’d always liked his laugh. You could bring yourself to enjoy it, though, not right now. “No one’s told you, yet?”

“Don’t tease ‘em.” You hadn’t noticed how full the common room had gotten, not until Mammon spoke and you reflexively turned to face the sofa opposite to yours. He was standing, leaning against the back, his hands clasped in a way that’d put his anxiety on display far more transparently than his voice ever could. Beelzebub, too, his arms crossed over his chest as his attention shifted idly between you, the console in Leviathan’s hands, and the book splayed out in Satan's lap, his scowl serving as evidence of his annoyance. It always bothered you, how easily he grew frustrated by situations he chose to put himself in. It bothered you a little more, today. “Might as well spit it out, if you’re going to bring it up,” Mammon went on, shifting his weight, letting his eyes fall to the floor, then rise to the ceiling, then drift back to you. “There’s no point putting it off.”

“Weren’t you supposed to tell them, Mammon?” Beelzebub chimed in, absent-mindedly. If it'd been Satan, if it'd been Lucifer, it would’ve been pointed, malicious, purposeful. Beelzebub just sounded like he was trying to remind his older brother of something he’d forgotten. “You said you should be the one to do it, since you met them first. Then, when Lucifer said you wouldn’t be able to do it, you said that if the human threw a tantrum, you could just--”

“I didn’t say shit.” Mammon cut him off, his tone hostile, but it was a half-hearted anger, more petty than vengeful. “I said I could, not that I would, and Lucifer shot me down. If he hadn’t, there’d already be a deadbolt on every fucking door in the house. We wouldn’t be sitting around, talkin’ about it.”

“Every door?” Beelzebub looked confused. Then, he looked concerned. “I thought we agreed to just seal the exits.”

“I still think we should just use their bedroom,” Leviathan chimed in, never looking up from his hand-held. Something tightened in the back of your throat. Experimentally, you tried to pull yourself out of Belphegor’s arms, but he only held you tighter, and Asmodeus’ nails dug into your shoulder, rooting you back into place without a single word. “It’d be cool, kinda like a permanent save-point. We wouldn’t have to worry about baby-proofing the entire house, either.”

“We could use a leash,” Asmodeus suggested, never breaking his stare. He didn’t look away. You wished he would. You wished they’d, if nothing else, have the courtesy to wait until you’d left the room to start talking about things you didn’t know and didn’t want to know. “So we can make sure they’re always close by! Or, we could have Lucifer enchant a collar – having to hold a tether might get in way when I have to--”

“He’d never do it.” It was the first time Satan had cut in, but it was clear he’d been listening. His book was still open, his expression still concentrated, but he was tapping his foot, the disruption soundless against the thick carpeting, and you couldn’t remember the last time he thought to pretend to turn a page. He was listening, but he didn’t want to be. He was a part of this, but you doubted he’d every say as much out loud. You doubted he’d ever let himself admit he’d stooped to that level. “And if he did, we’d never hear the end of it. In a week, there’d probably be a new kennel in the catacombs, right next to Ceberus’.” He stopped, for a moment, shaking his head. For your own sake, your chose to believe the envy lingering behind his voice was his attempt at a bad joke. “You would prefer a bedroom, wouldn’t you, (Y/n)?”

He asked you a question. He was talking to you, now, directly, which was more than you could say for any of his brothers. It should’ve been an improvement. An opportunity, if nothing else, a chance to ask why Asmodeus was looking at you like that, why you could feel Belphegor’s careless smile pressing into your skin, but you hesitated, something catching in your chest. It felt too solid, too heavy, too rough and too jagged. It felt like it’d hurt to swallow down, later on, once the unease passed and you got over whatever scheme they’d planned out, while you were gone.

“I… What?” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but it came out as a question regardless, your reluctance blending messily with your confusion. “This isn’t funny. If you’re going to act like this every time I visit the Human World, I might have to stop coming back.”

Finally, Satan glanced up from his book. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve said he was smiling. “Right. Because you still think you're allowed to leave.”

The rest of the room fell silent. Or, maybe it didn’t, maybe it was louder than it'd ever been. You didn’t know. You couldn't hear anything, not over the sudden ringing in your ears. “I’ll have to, eventually. It’s not up to me.”

Beelzebub shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’d be safer if you stayed in the Devildom. We can’t protect you in the Human World.”

Leviathan’s grip tightened around his console. In the background, you could hear the plastic shell start to crack. “We wouldn’t be able to see you. Not all the time. Not for more than a few weeks at a time.” He was quiet, for a moment. Then, he added, “It wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t… It wouldn’t feel like it does when you’re here.”

Mammon looked away, letting his head lull to the side. “You belong here, with us. You’re supposed to be here. We’re just doin’ you a favor. No one wants to watch you figure out how fucked you’d be on your own.”

And, finally, Belphegor groaned, exhaustion heavy in the gravely sound. He untangled himself from you, but the freedom was temporary, fleeting, his arms snaking around your waist, instead, his face soon gracelessly buried in your chest. His eyes flickered open, but barely, just enough to let him stare up at you through his eyelashes, a thoughtless grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t divided, not like his brothers were. He didn’t try to pretend he was above holding you against your will. “You're not leaving again.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a threat. It was just a fact, to him. It was something that wouldn’t happen, that couldn’t happen, if only because his older brothers were willing to work so hard to make sure it didn’t. “We’re not gonna share you, anymore. We’re not gonna have to.”

You didn’t want to hear anything else. You didn’t want to be here, anymore, not if this was what it meant, not if it was going to feel like standing in front of that closed casket all over again, the urge to run and sob and scream silencing every reasonable thought you’d ever had. You didn’t bother trying to talk to Asmodeus and Belphegor, you didn’t bother trying to coo and edge and skirt around their anger, their unspoken threats, not anymore, not when your body was already standing on its own, shoving at Belphegor’s body and swatting at Asmodeus’ hand as he reached out, aiming to cup your cheek and tell you so gently to sit down and shut up. Beelzebub leaned forward, Mammon flinched, and you could’ve sworn you caught a row of long, pointed fangs flash across Satan’s sneer, but you didn’t care. You wanted to hit something. You wanted to yell. You’d wanted to ever since you came back to this damned house and its overly affectionate occupants.

“You don’t get to share me.” You couldn’t be shared. You weren’t theirs to share, even if they already seemed geared against the idea. You weren’t theirs to trap, either. You never would be. “I don’t need your protection, and you don’t need to see me, and the only place I’m supposed to be is the Human World. I don’t know what got into your fucked-up heads while I was gone, but you can’t just--”

“Sit down, (Y/n).”

You stopped mid-sentence.

Right. You’d almost forgotten Lucifer hadn't gotten a chance say his piece, yet.

He didn’t give you time to cooperate. There was already a fist curled around the back of your collar, dragging you back into your seat, the action so much more aggressive than Belphegor’s oppressive dead-weight or Amsodeus’ sweet, sickly temptation. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel Lucifer looming over you, standing tall, towering above his younger brothers as he took control of the room. You wondered if he’d been here the entire time, if he’d heard everything, rather than just your sudden outburst. You wondered if you should hope that he had.

“We missed you, while you were gone.” He didn’t sound mad. He didn’t sound mad, but none of them did, none of them sounded like they were plotting to keep you away from your home, your friends, the life you had outside of demons and angels and magic. None of them sounded dangerous, either, save for Lucifer. He’d always been easier to trust when he wasn’t pretending to be kind. “We’ve all been alive for centuries, and yet, you went and made a week feel like a small eternity. Do you know how difficult it is for a human to inflict that kind of suffering onto a demon?”

You didn’t answer. Across the room, Mammon laughed and Satan bristled. Belphegor melted back into your side, more than happy just to have his resting place scared into immobility.

“You’ll stay.” It was an order, this time. Not a suggestion, not a passing concern, but a command, something you would be expected to obey. He had the nerve to use that low, calm cadence, measured and pre-meditated. He didn’t want to let you convince yourself he was as prone to bluffing as his brothers were. “You’ll stay because we want you to. We’re willing to use force, but there’s no need for that. Is there, love?”

You nodded, your body tense and your eyes glassy, and Lucifer rewarded you with a breathy chuckle, a row of knuckles delicately pressed to your cheek. A miserable reward for such an unwilling sacrifice, but Lucifer didn’t seem to mind. It certainly didn’t stop him from leaning in, his lips brushing against the top of your head, his voice falling just low enough to make something sharp and cold shot down your spine, as he went on.

“It’s not like you have anything to go back to, anymore.”

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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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what would fmf!jk do if oc didn’t listen to jk and actually dated someone and ended up falling in love, how far would jk go to get her back?

so lets say you fall in love with taehyung bc he’s such a sweetheart in this. i hope you like this anon <3

tw: jealousy, possessive behavior, toxic fuckboy mentalities, fuckboy!jungkook, manipulation, implied smut, angst (sorry lmaoooo), heartbreak, selfpity, sabotage, poor taehyung rip, implied slut shaming (this part of the fuck me forever au)

weeks after hearing the news that you and taehyung were actually now dating, jungkook would find himself at the bar every night, drinking away the pain and throwing himself at others. he’d fuck two or three people a night, but his mind was always full of you. he was sick of you. no. he missed you.

he’d see you and taehyung around campus being all cute together. taehyung kissing your forehead, making you laugh, holding you in his arms the way jungkook used to

he’d sweat it off at the gym, pounding into the punching bag like there was no tomorrow. he couldn’t sit around and let you slip away from him. not any longer.

he’d hit you up, hellbent on doing whatever he needed to sabotage your relationship before he loses you for good. he’d text you asking to meet, showing up at your place when taehyungs not around. he’d want to try to drive a wedge between the two of you

he knew youd tell taehyung youd been spending time with him. he wanted you to. because he knew taehyung would advise you not to see him. to cut him out of your life.

and that was the key. jungkook would start putting the idea in your head that taehyung himself was overly possessive, not wanting you to spend time with your own best friend—how ridiculous !

jungkook knew all your deepest insecurities, and would exploit them to the fullest in order to to make you doubt taehyung’s commitment to you.

he'd point out whenever other girls would talk to him. whenever taehyung would say he was too busy to see you. it would become the bane of his existence, making sure to catch taehyung slipping whenever he possibly could. he'd fill your head with wrong notions, reminding you all the reasons you felt you were undeserving of someone loving you.

then he'd recommend breaking up with him.

in the meantime he'd go around telling all your mutual friends that you still sleep with him even though you claim to be dating taehyung

taehyung may not believe it, but everyone else does.

eventually they would start judging taehyung for being complacent or naive. saying that you’re taking advantage of him and getting away with cheating on him because you’re just that hot

despite how hard taehyung tries, it would eventually get to his head. he would blow up at you accidentally one day and you would start to think that maybe jungkook was right about taehyung being possessive. you weren't used to being in a relationship either. so you’d dump him then and there

jungkook would be overjoyed when you tell him, calling him in a mess of tears. he'd come over right away and take full advantage of your heartbreak & vulnerability. hold you tight. be the friend you knew and loved. the one you needed.

sssh baby its okay. im here now aren’t i? everything will be okay. i got you.

you’d realize just how close he is, your lips would draw into him like a magnet. he’d make sure you kissed him first.

you’d want to give him everything, let him take complete control so that you could feel numb.

let me take away the pain baby. i can make it all go away. let me treat you right.

jungkook would then begin to fuck you sweetly. with care. getting into your emotional mind. filling you with love & adoration. making you feel wanted. making you feel beautiful.

he has no idea what he’s missing out on. you’re a fucking goddess y/n. you’re the hottest girl in the entire world. you drive me crazy.

you realize that no matter how hard you tried to deny it you still had feelings for jungkook. you always would.

this would overwhelm jungkook. he loves you too. but he’s afraid. afraid he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. afraid that you’ll hurt him, get bored of him before he gets bored of you. he likes having to chase you. he likes the freedom of having you only when he’d like. he can’t be tied down, he can’t! its suffocating to think about. he doesn’t want what you and taehyung had.

he'd panic internally, but decide to entertain your feelings for the night if it would keep you this eager to please him and let him rail you repeatedly, all night long. however he wants.

god im fucking in love with you baby. i love you so much

as he would push his cock deep inside you. he’d promise you love. friendship. the knowing comfort that you’d never ever be alone—you always had him. he was yours as long as you were his.

you’re mine. all mine. don’t ever let anyone touch you again except me. im the only one. tell me im the only one. show me how much you need me.

he would fuck you over. and over. and over again. lips glued to one another. never parting as he pumped you full of his cum until you couldn’t even move.

such a good fucking girl. so perfect for me. wanna fuck you just like this for the rest of my life

in the morning taehyung would show up begging for you to give him another chance. jungkook would answer the door in nothing but his boxers, telling taehyung everything he needed to know.

once he would leave jungkook would grab your phone and block taehyungs number. he didn’t want to risk the two of you communicating and fixing your relationship.

he’d lie down, thinking about his actions as he watches you sleep. he couldn’t do it. he just couldn’t do it. he’d blink back tears of frustration, hating himself more for stealing something good from you—his best friend—for his own selfish needs.

he wasn’t good enough for you. you deserved better. he recalled with a pang in his heart all the promises he made made while making love to you for so long last night. he was rotten, and he knew it.

so when you you woke up.

he was gone.

a/n: basically he’d manage to get you back but then he would leave bc. he’s an asshole. IM SORRY HAAHAHA. theres a happy ending in the works ok dw.

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook imagine #fuckboy!jungkook #jealous!jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #fuck me forever extras

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vvictorik · 3 years

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/rp

MAJOR TW: abuse/child abuse, toxic relationship /p, implied self harm at one point, death mention, c!dream being The Worst, c!tommy hurt

ok hear me out..... dsmp soulmate au but rather than just a romantic or platonic partner, you're bonded to the person who is most important throughout your life, the one who knows you better than anyone, no matter the role, and vice versa. So a lot of times this leads to romantic partners, close familial bonds, or close friendships, but it can also be for enemies. An uncommon match, but not unheard of. You'll know your soulmate when the colored bands around your pinky match in color, and glow when you touch hands. You will not know what role they will play in your life.

dream and tommy are soulmates. they find out when tommy is busy annoying him, and a brush of their hands sends their banded pinkies, a perfectly matched gold, alight with the colors red and green. at first tommy views it as a friendly rivalry; maybe their bond means one day they will be close friends.

his heart breaks when his soulmate takes his prized discs, but surely they could overcome it?

he dies by his hand. once, twice. it stings, yes, he's angry, yes, but one day it'll all be ok. Surely. (he wishes tubbo was his soulmate, but the color banded around his pinky finger will never be tommys, and when they touch each others hand's the rings will never glow.)

dream gives him armor when he's exiled the first time, and he's hopeful. dream gives wilbur tnt and the light begins to dim.

dream sends him to his second exile. but dream is his only friend now, so this must be why they're soulmates! he hurts him but a soul bond means you know each other better than anyone and dream knows what's best for him.

tommy runs. tommy rubs the skin of his pinky raw but the gold painting the finger never fades. tommy thinks of a green glow and he feels nauseous.

they meet on a black obsidian grid in the aftermath of a country destroyed. dream grabs his hand tight, red and green glowing bright admist the ash and smoke, and tells him their game will never be over.

tommy sends him to prison weeks later. its over.

he's free, he's working hard to be happy again and he builds a hotel; an itch in his pinky gnaws at him day by day. just one visit will be ok. despite everything, they're soulmates.

one visit. its not over. hes trapped.

the green and red glow looks sickly against the obsidian walls and the overbearing light of the lava. dream beats him to death, all the while holding his arm so the only thing he can see is green, green, green

death is black. He wakes from death to the same sickly green.

tommy leaves the prison and he is plagued by the color. Never the same shade, but always a hint too close.

dream escapes. cornered, tommy runs again. every time he gets close, dream reaches for his arm. the green is brighter than he remembers, and somehow it is worse.

dream wants to make every day of his life a living hell for eternity.

tommy thinks that night, holding a sword tight to his chest, that maybe he's doomed to this fate.

they're soulmates after all.

#im sorry this au is all i can think about rn #dsmp au #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!dream #peaach aart #tw abuse #tw death #tw implied sh #long post #text

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snailsgoingdowntown · 3 years

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Please make a part 2 of Yandere! Bully Xiao.

Of him going getting in trouble and being held accountable(him going to jail or something)

People siding with us and helping.

Now.. this is where a new yandere surfaces.

Yandere!Venti

After we out Xiao out and goes to jail. He's finally out of ours lives forever. Venti find out what happened and seeks to comfort/ help us. After all he feels horrible for what Xiao did to us. For being friends with him. Defending him. Telling us to forgive him. Not anymore. His past friendship is gone forever for what Xiao did.

Suddenly he starts to see all of our beauty all of a sudden. How our hair moves. How we walk. How we talk. Our sense of fashion. What movies we like. Our habit to fiddle with our fingers. The small small scar on our face that we got when we hit wall lol to hard.

He starts to get protective...

Starts seeing us as something to protect. We didn't deserve to go through that. Nobody does!

We where all to perfect. Some to great. To beautiful for any of those disgusting people. Can he even call them people? There more like insects. For after what they've done to us. Not even believe us when we told them about how he thru our homework into mud. How they didn't believe us about how he he treated us. How nobody believed us when we accused him of [blank].How nobody believed us until the last second watching Xiao getting dragged out of the building and into a police car.

He's the only one whose worthy of being near us. The only trust worthy one.

Don't worry! Venti, is here to help us from all of the sick people! He's not like them! He swears! He only wants to keep us safe! He would never want to do anything that makes us uncomfortable. We already been through so much. He would feel horrible if he became anything remotely close to those insects!

So please rely on him a little.. he just wants to help us feel better!

(sorry if it's bad I'm running on 0 hours of sleep and I'm not a writer. Anyways plz make a part two your writing is amazing! <3 also make sure to drink water!)

Tw: general yandere themes, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, unhealthy mindset, implied obsessive mindset/behavior, bullying.

It's 7am as I'm writing this and I also have 0 hours of sleep-

If this is a request, they are closed. Ik it says in my bio they are open but that's because it won't update. At all. If you've seen my pervious posts, you'll notice that I complained about it not saving despite changing it numerous times. If this is a request, please read the pinned post for the status of them from now on.

And uh, tbh I'm not really into the entire... I don't know if this counts as a harem. But anything that resembles it I don't really enjoy that much. It's a good idea, really! But as much as I like Venti, I just prefer Xiao over him.

And well, I had something different in mind for how Venti will react to the entire thing. He would encourage it somewhat. Because from what Venti sees, he sees... Development. Kinda.

He thinks you can change Xiao, and maybe if he... Corrects Xiao on how to treat you, you'll be more open minded. Maybe.

Because while what Xiao is doing is really fucked up (don't do any of that in real life please), he kinda... Doesn't really mind it as much as he should. He already knew he was unique in a bad way yet he stayed around anyway.

Don't get him wrong, he cares about both of you. He does, really, but Xiao seems a bit happier. A bit more social. And he's not completely dense, you know?

He's really sharp. He knows something's not right, but he ignores it. He ignores it because he thinks the problem will fix itself. And in a way, it does, but at the cost of your happiness...

No need to worry, though! Venti is here to save the day - by attempting to teach Xiao how to be a good boyfriend. And it uh, kinda goes wrong... But this other plan also falls apart...

You're not really working with him and it's making it hard. He's just doing this for your own good, you know? And well, he doesn't want Xiao to go back to being a depressed hermit.

Things are better this way - just accept Xiao, okay? The sooner you do, the sooner he'll stop being mean and actually show affection. Venti's just trying to help you, when he tricks you into being alone with Xiao.

He wants what's best for both you, really...

But Xiao comes first.

#yandere bully xiao #bully xiao #tw: yandere #yandere xiao #yandere xiao x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #tw: bullying #tw: toxic behavior #tw: toxic relationship #tw: unhealthy mindset #tw: obsessive behavior

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starrlikesbooks · 3 years

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Hello! I'm romance repulsed and I was wondering if there's any books that just have friendship in them or no romance?

The publishing industry loves romance, and tends to force authors to add them even where there doesn't need to be any, so it's kind of difficult to find books like this- but they do exist!

Some of these may have incidental relationships, but none of them have romances

We Could Be Heroes by Mike Chen only has one real relationship in it, and it's platonic

Vicious & Vengeful by V.E. Schwab is centered around an implied aro ace character and is way more focused on murder than relationships

The Valley and the Flood by Rebecca Mahoney does have a romance in the far back between side character but it doesn't really effect the plot

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire is about siblings above all else

We Can Be Heroes by Kyrie McCauley is about female friendship, but there is a subtle mention/implication of some kind of attraction, though it never becomes a plot point

Sadie by Courtney Summers is a mystery thriller that you should definitely check TWs for, but the slight moments of possible romance are overshadowed by the dark mission at hand and don't go anywhere

Unpregnant by Jenni Hendriks & Ted Caplan starts up right as a romantic relationship is ending, and focuses on friendship

The Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire so far has very little romance- the only book with any kind of romantic relationship is the second one (which you could technically skip and still enjoy the other books)

Watch Over Me by Nina LaCour I haven't read, but have heard there's no romantic arc beyond maybe a moment of possible interest

okay, now a couple that are stretches

SLAY by Brittney Morris does have a romantic relationship present, but it isn't presented romantically. It's a toxic relationship and the "romantic" elements are definitely far and few between. Most of this book is about community and gaming

Here and Now and Then by Mike Chen has two different incidental romances with the main character, but the most important relationship of the book is father-daughter and romance never gets the spotlight

Save Steve by Jenni Hendriks & Ted Caplan is technically about romance, because the whole plot hinges on a crush, but the actual story is about friendship and (spoiler) the romance doesn't pan out for any of them

Loveless by Alice Oseman is coming out in February and definitely does have romance, but it's about someone coming out as aro ace, so if you want to read about rep you could still enjoy it!

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idontevenknow7878 · 3 months

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Frances’s tales from The Wastes

(aka their diary)

(tw: implied sa, homophobia, toxic relationships, toxic friendship, implied child abuse)

tagging ppl who are actually somewhat interested:

@rozeliyawashereyall @not-5-rats @littlesiren79

(go into my ask box if you want to be tagged!)

28 of October, 2866

I guess the first way to start is at the very beginning. My name is Frances Jordan, I’m 18 years old, i was originally from Redfall, but ran away when i was 16, and, when i was fourteen to fifteen years old, i dated Claire Hartfeild. Looking back on our relationship now, it was very clear that it wouldn’t last more than two years, Claire depended on me to give her some kind of love, she needed me, wether it was constant love and affection or something a bit more serious (yk what i mean). My parents were shit people, you see, dear reader, i was born differently, I’m not sure how to describe it, but yeah, my parents didn’t like i was different, they also didn’t like how i was a Lesbian, so, whenever they were angry, they’d take it out on me, yeah, pretty nifty stuff am i right? (would they get that was sarcasm?) Anyway, when i was fourteen, Claire and I joined a fight club, it was there when we: had our first kiss, and where i met Quinn, the owner of the club, she was older, cool, she was everything i wanted, but i still thought that Claire was the only person i was meant for, so when I ran away, i took Quinn with me, we went from the different factions territories, we gathered different outcasts from all corners of Pangea, and formed our own group, we still don’t have a name for ourselves, but most people from the wastes would recognise us. So yeah, life is pretty great right now, anywho, i guess i should end it here, so long dear reader,

Frances <3

#oc #oc lore #my oc stuff #frances jordan #claire hartfeild #idontevenknow7878

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“Losing my senses for you” Yan!Joseph (Part 3) x female reader

Hiya everyone! Here’s a little Yan! Joseph (Part 3) x female reader for y’all because apparently, I like to see Suzi suffer lol

Summary: You and your soulmate Joseph share a pleasant dream, as always. Though suddenly, the elderly wants to take your friendship to the next level...

TW: age gap, implied cheating, implied kidnapping, toxic relationship, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Word count: 2022

Joseph had always thought of himself as a sensible man. Sensible enough to fall in love with his current wife and have a child with her, disregarding the fact that Suzi Q wasn’t his soulmate. Why would he have denied himself love, a family? No, Joseph had been rational enough to not care about that ‘dreaming of your soulmate’ humbug. That had been the case until he’d met you.

The male would have never imagined seeing his soulmate in his dream, not after all these years being married and especially not as an elderly man. You were still so young, a blooming flower in your twenties, ready to conquer the world. How could Joseph be your soulmate? But there was no denying that the Brit was constantly dreaming of you. Nearly every morning he’d wake up, your face still lingering on his mind while his spouse slept peacefully next to him, knowing nothing about her husband’s dream invader. Sometimes, he’d even whisper your name. Joseph didn’t have the heart to tell her, after all, Suzi had been his love for most of his life. But apparently, not the one to spend the remainder of it with.

This night wasn’t an exception when it came to your nocturnal visits. This time, the two of you sat on the terrace of a café near Joseph’s flat in New York City. The crowding streets of the metropolis filled the air with a cacophony of sounds: honking taxi cars, chatting people, the occasional dog that barked loudly. Even though every tiny thing seemed to buzz with life, Joseph knew that none of this was real- all would cease to exist once he’d wake up, except for him and you. Politely, you smiled at the Brit.

“Hello Mr. Joestar, how are you doing today?”, you greeted him, as you always did. Both of you had agreed that you wouldn’t refer to the elderly man with his first name, wanting to keep some distance between you. Just like Joseph, you had been more than surprised to notice that your soulmate wasn’t a person around your age. Though never having been openly said, you two knew you wouldn’t pursue any romantic advances towards each other. At some point, Joseph had even revealed to you that he was married and had a daughter and a grandson. But since you hadn’t found a way yet to end these dreams, you were behaving on an amicable basis. The male believed you’d probably see in him a grandfather figure. Though Joseph couldn’t tell anymore if he saw you as a granddaughter …

As per usual, the pair consisting of you chattered the whole time. You told him about your new job, how you were nervous to meet your colleagues, wondering if you’d get along well. While you were talking, you kept fiddling the napkin next to you, demonstrating your anxiety. During your countless encounters, Joseph had learnt to read your body language. Confidently, the man rested his real gloved hand on top of yours, stopping your tic. You stared into the male’s green eyes, astonishment written on your face.

“Y/N,” Joseph said softly, “you don’t need to be nervous, dear. How could they not like such a ray of sunshine like you?” He flashed you a big grin at his final words. You averted his tender gaze. Oh, how Joseph loved this bashful expression on your face. You were so easy to tease.

“Thank you, Mr. Joestar, though I think you’re exaggerating.”

“Please, call me Joseph”, the elderly man blurted out. A big thumb idly drew circles on the back of your hand. He didn’t know what had driven him into saying this, into breaking the formal distance between you - at least he didn’t know consciously. Deep inside, he was well aware that he loved you - more than just a friend, than a granddaughter, hell, even more than Suzi. In the end, you were his soulmate. Suddenly, all the previous talk about how any other kind of love paled compared to the love for your soulmate didn’t seem like humbug to Joseph anymore. No, the once reasonable man had been utterly struck by the arrow of a foolish love, a love he hadn’t experienced beforehand – not even with his wife. He had been struck by you. Your surprise only grew.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”, you asked hesitantly, eyeing your hand. Joseph stayed persistent though.

“Not at all, Y/N. It’s only natural to call me by my first name after all our dates, isn’t it?”, the man winked playfully at you. He really wanted to see how far he could go with his flirtatious banter until you’d retreat. Or maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d feel the same as him, wanting more out of these encounters. Maybe… Hope blossomed in Joseph’s chest, making the elderly man feel like a lovesick teenager all over again. Only you held that much power over him. Your following words crushed that spark of hope fairly quickly though.

“I don’t know, Mr. Joestar…,” you retorted, obviously refusing to address him as Joseph, “Don’t you think it would enable unwanted feelings between us? This is quite a hard situation anyway for us – you with your family, me with my young age – I don’t think we need to complicate things further.” At this statement, the light in Joseph’s green eyes extinguished like a flame. Of course. He might have lost his mind, but you didn’t. No, you remained rational, cool-headed.

“Ah, I see”, Joseph simply replied, barely hiding the disappointment in his raspy voice. “This is for the best, you old fool,” the tiny voice whispered in Joseph’s head, “How could you keep up with her?” Bitter at his own thoughts, the man made a crestfallen grimace.

“I’m sorry, I don’t intend to hurt your feelings in any way. I do enjoy the time we spend together and I appreciate you, Mr. Joestar”, you added remorsefully. The Brit’s heart warmed at your words of consideration. You cared for him, you must, he was convinced. The effects of the soulmate bond couldn’t just be ignored by you. Maybe, there was still a chance for him. Maybe…

“Y/N”, Joseph murmured your name ever so gently. Surprised by the softness of his tone, you looked up to him. He briefly wetted his lips before he proceeded talking. “I appreciate you, too. A lot, actually. Every time I’m in your company, I’m the happiest man alive. You draw me in and I can’t help myself but wanting more.” You tried to interrupt him, but Joseph quickly stopped you by raising his hand and continuing his speech. “Ah ah, honey, please let me finish. I know what you want to say: ‘But Mr. Joestar, what about your family?’ Well, they’ll understand, they have to. We’re soulmates, I can’t just ignore that. I’ll leave my wife for you, then we can start a life together. Please, my love, consider my words. After all, even without knowing it, I’ve been waiting the whole time for you.” Joseph gazed intensely in your eyes, yearning painted across his face. He patiently watched you gulp heavily and waited for your answer while he put his hand back on yours.

“Your words are sweet and I’m grateful for your sincerity, Mr. Joestar,” you eventually sputtered, “you’re dear to me, I’d be lying if I said you weren’t, but not in the way you intend it to be. I don’t think I could ever see you in a romantic way. And even if I could, I don’t want to be a homewrecker. I know you love your family, you shouldn’t toss them away for me.” Joseph sighed deeply. He’d learnt with experience to tame his quick temper, but still, impatience flared up inside him.

“Why can’t you give me, give us, a try? I’m aware that our initial plan was to keep some distance between us, but if we both have feelings for each other, why deny them then? You said you couldn’t see me as a lover, but I don’t believe that. Give me a chance and I’ll prove you how much I love you.” Joseph slightly squeezed your hand while spilling out his passionate words. “You said I shouldn’t toss away my family, but you want me to throw you away. How could I do that? Every morning, it’s your name that escapes my lips, your body I want to feel next to mine, your scent I want to inhale.” The man grew desperate the more he talked. “Don’t worry about our age difference, I know a way for you to grow old with me.” Joseph perceived your puzzled face from the corner of his eyes as he fixated his gaze on your hand, but kept speaking. “I can give you so much Y/N, if only you’d let me. Please, let us try it.” He finally looked up to you, fearing and yet anticipating your reaction. Yes, only you could make him this nervous… Your brows were tightly furrowed, though a hint of sympathy seeped through your kind eyes.

“Joseph…”, you whispered softly. The Brit’s heart fluttered like a hummingbird upon hearing you finally say his first name. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to reveal this to you, but it’s only fair for me to be honest to you as well. I’ve actually met this man a while ago.”

Joseph’s jaw dropped at your confession and his eyes widened. No, this couldn’t be true. He felt as if his whole world had shattered in this moment. Cruelly, you decided to hurt him more with your words. “And to be frank, things are going well. We’ve even talked about moving in together. I think he might be the one I want to spend my life with, Joseph.” Thud. Joseph’s prosthetic hand slammed harshly on the table. Instinctively, you winced at the loud noise.

“Why would you say that to me?!”, the man in front of you shouted, desperation coating his voice, “Why would you break my heart like that? I can’t believe it! Here I am, thinking about leaving my wife for you while you’ve been having fun with some other guy!” Joseph’s grasps painfully tightened around your hand. His handsome features had transformed into a terrifyingly furious grimace. You gasped fearfully, trying to retrieve your hand from Joseph’s hold. “Why would you bother to be with him when I’m right here? He isn’t your soulmate, I am!” Hot anger flooded the male’s body. It’s been years since he felt this kind of raw emotion again. Joseph glared at you while you still tried unsuccessfully to escape his grasp. Eventually, he let go of your hand. Hastily, you pulled it away from the table. Taking a deep breath, you spoke up.

“I think you forget that I’m still an independent woman, Mr. Joestar.”

“So we’re back at the surname, huh?”, the Brit thought gloomily.

“No matter if we’re soulmates, I’ve still got my own life, as you do. Which means I can choose with whom I’m in a relationship. I hope this incident here is non-recurring and that you’ve come back to your senses the next time we’ll see each other.”

With these final words, Joseph woke abruptly up. Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins from his intense outbreak. While laying down on his bed, he tried to calm his agitated breaths. “I should come back to my senses, huh?,” the male muttered quietly into the room as to not wake up Suzi, “What a bold thing coming out of your mouth, since you’re the source for my irrational behaviour.” Yes, Joseph had always thought of himself as a sensible man. But times had changed. And drastic times called for drastic measures. Subconsciously, the Brit knew exactly what had to be done if he didn’t want to lose you to that pest you thought was your boyfriend. Slowly, he climbed out of his bed. Joseph glanced one more time at his spouse’s sleeping form.

There was no turning back now.

Out of a drawer, the man grabbed a polaroid camera and called out his Stand.

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