#vincent valentine (i gave up on him sorry vincent)

[fourteentheart]

Sometimes I need to draw non-xiv guys when I scribble. And there are still xiv guys here 😂

[danishpastri]

Happy Valentine’s

BTD/TPOF As Your Valentine

Strade

He’s surprised at first. You got him chocolates? Where did you even get them? The collar on your neck made it so you couldn’t leave, and you didn’t know your address.

He shrugs it off and starts eating the chocolates immediately. He almost didn’t see the note next to the heart-shaped box, but when he finally reads it.

He smiles, “Ah… I’m going to wreck them later.” He hums as he eats with his mouth full of chocolate.

“Ooh, this one’s filled with caramel.”

Lawrence

He’s starstruck

“H-Huh? Valentine’s Day? Uhm… thank you. I didn’t get you something though. I-Is that okay?”

He’s all red and nervous, constantly fighting with his hands as he stares down at the chocolates. He doesn’t want to eat them. They were a gift from you, and it would feel wrong to eat.

So he doesn’t… he never opens the box and lets it become a decoration piece, letting it rest up against a wall.

You make a reminder to yourself to just give him a card next year.

Ren

He’s so excited. He got you chocolates as well, fox themed.

He has a whole date planned with you. Movie time together is always fun with him, but he actually chose a romance movie to watch instead of the usual gore.

It’s a special day, one where you two can be together for as long as possible.

He’s also definitely going to give you head.

He’s between your legs with a knife against your skin, and he’s carving a heart into your upper thigh.

Rire

“Oh? You know, I have heard of a Valentine’s gift before, but I never thought I’d actually receive one.”

He’s gives you a small kiss. “I’ll make sure to keep this for as long as I live, darling.”

You and him then proceed to have a long night filled with red wine, a fine dinner, and love making.

You wake up the next day with bruises and bite marks littering your shoulders, back, thighs, and arms.

Sano

He got you flowers, roses with thorns. He gets down on one knee to give them to you.

He’s quite romantic, taking you out for dinner at a restaurant.

He bought you an outfit as well as one for himself. He wanted both of you to look as dashing as possible while you ate.

He’s holding your hand while you eat, making it quite hard to cut your steak.

Once you two reach home, you take a shower together then go to sleep.

But who says there weren’t naughty times occurring during that shower

Vincent

He’s astonished. He finds you laying in bed with new lingerie that he didn’t know you bought.

You don’t go on a date or anything fancy.

Just countless hours of breeding until all of your holes are leaking.

He does give you tons of aftercare, giving you a hot bath afterwards while he rubs you up and down with a towel.

Cain

He’s going to make you the nicest steak dinner in the whole world.

He’ll eat you out afterwards too. He gets two nice meals that day >;p

Lots of romantic shit. He gets in with you in your bathtub, makes you food, makes love to you.

All the romantic date cliches

Derek

You gave him chocolates? He’s not too grateful. You give him flowers? He doesn’t care.

“Oh? It’s Valentine’s Day? I didn’t know. Whoops, guess you aren’t getting anything ‘till next year.”

He doesn’t really care about the holiday, but he’ll still fuck you (he already does that practically every day though).

Celia

Just like Sano, she’ll take you out for dinner. She’ll wear a beautiful dress while she does; it’s black with velvet material, and it doesn’t show much skin.

She’ll bring you home afterwards and gladly sit on your face.

You shower with her after making love, and you both can’t stop touching each other.

You fall asleep naked while in each other’s arms and smiles on your faces

Mason

“Darlin? I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was today. I, uh… was planning to give you this on your birthday though.”

He hands you a wood-carved heart; although it’s not cute and stylistic. It’s an atomically accurate replica of a real heart but made out of wood.

He’s trying hard to be romantic. Just give him time. He’s used to only having murder on the mind.

You two will get chairs and sit by the lake, watching the sunset go down together as you hold hands and talk about your days.

[xxladyballadxx]

Unbreaking Emotions

𓆩♡𓆪 Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 ANGST 𓆩♡𓆪 FLUFF 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 Note: Vincent is so OOC in this fanfiction I wrote.(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Also I didn't do much proofread because I can't be arsed so I'm truly sorry if there are any mistakes 𓆩♡𓆪

Summary: A month after the incident at the Shinra Building, You and Vincent had a serious talk about each other’s feelings...

𓆩♡𓆪 dividers by : @saradika-graphics 𓆩♡𓆪

It all happened in a twist when you were trying to steal the flashdrive from the laboratory at the Shinra Headquarters to expose their secrets to the public. Your friends insisted on tagging along with you. Even though you prefer to work alone. Vincent refused to let you go to the Shinra Building alone. 

You strongly believe that it was all going well according to plan but things turned out ugly when Hojo appeared out of the shadows and grabbed you from behind while his other hand was occupied with a knife, he threatened your friends to put back the flashdrive. Vincent felt the heating anger burning through his veins, desperate to save you. Refusing to give back the flashdrive, Hojo struck the knife into your right eye before Vincent could dash over to you. He failed to save you. A howling scream of agony broke out. Cloud and the others watched in horror. Hojo kicked you towards the floor, his immoral laughter echoing in the blur as you slowly passed out hearing shouting and very loud gunshots ringing through your ears…

A lot of things had happened since you lost sight to your right eye, leaving you only with one eye. Vincent never visited you once at the hospital. His friends pleaded with him to come and see you but he refused. 

Was it because he didn’t try to save you?

Must there be any more reason for that? 

After a month of recovery, you were finally discharged from the hospital. You headed over to Nibelheim where the crew are currently at. They were very happy to see you have recovered. Cid slipped out a joke saying that you look like a pirate because of the eyepatch you were wearing. Others didn’t find it funny because they thought it wasn’t right to joke like that because of the right eye you lost. However, you don’t seem to mind at all. 

You noticed Vincent wasn’t with them, wondering what’s up with him since he never took a visit to the hospital to see you. You asked your friends where Vincent is. Tifa told you that he wanted to be alone at the Shinra Manor. Aerith, along with the others, urged you not to bother him. You ignored them and headed your way to Shinra Manor. You hopped on the elevator going straight down to the basement where Vincent usually rests in his coffin. Tifa and the group knew exactly what was going on with Vincent while you’ve been resting at the hospital for a while, they just didn’t know how to tell you. 

Without even knocking, you barged into the basement and shouted his name in such conflicting anger, “Vincent! We need to talk now!” 

Vincent lifted the lid as it slid off the coffin, he jumped out and gave you a scowling expression. Displeased with your unnecessary rude entrance, unbothered by the new sight of the way you currently look since you lost the sight to your right eye, “About what exactly?” It’s obvious that he knows what this is about, he just has no desire to talk about it. You curled your hands into fists, marching up to him with vexation, “Enough of this! I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me! Why didn't you visit me at the hospital when I was badly hurt?!” You asked him, a fiery heat of indignation breaking in. 

He stayed silent for a moment. Yet, he could feel you hurting deep inside. Screaming with such resentment, that’s what he truly hearing from the depths of your heart. “Is it…Is it because of what happened at the Shinra Building? When you desperately try to save me…from that bastard Hojo? Or is it something else? Tell me…” There was a slight tremble in your voice, Vincent could sense you breaking down. He didn’t try to show it but it broke him apart seeing you like that. It was quite hard for him to find a way to comfort you since he rarely does that to anyone he knows. 

You huffed out a long depressing sigh, “Okay…I will leave you alone. If you don’t want to talk to me then…fine.” You were planning to storm away until Vincent fastened his hand around your wrist in a tight hold, “(Y/n), I…” You turned around to face him directly, his eyes gazing deeply into you. You could see the wheel of sadness and regret within those crimson red eyes of his. 

“I’m sorry…when Hojo had you in his grasp, I felt very desperate to save you I…” Vincent took a pause then spoke up again, “It all happened so fast…I wasn’t even quick enough to save you…I thought I-” You shushed him by flinging your arms around his lower body. He didn’t even try to push you away, he was unmoved by this feeling that he couldn’t describe. “It’s alright, Vincent, you don’t have to say anymore.” 

Vincent motioned his arms to pull you close, he felt the urge to want to hold you in his arms. Never in his life has he ever held anyone close to him. “(Y/n)...I…you really don’t know how much you mean to me and I’ve been wanting to tell you ..” his words touched your heart, you moved away for a moment, holding onto his arms as you felt your cheeks coloured with a swift of warm feelings. 

“There are times where I find it confusing to be around you. Usually I keep my distance from everyone I know but…” Vincent held your hand, squeezing it as he tried to focus on what he wished to say, “I’ve gotten so used to you being around me, especially when I don’t interact a lot. The times we went through together, the moments we spent together…it all felt special to me.” 

Were you actually dreaming of this or is he truly trying to confess his feelings to you?

“Vincent I…you never usually like to hang around people, I know that. I feel…safe being around you somehow…” It shot you to realize that your bond with Vincent was becoming something else, something more, “I...just find you very mysterious at times, Vincent Valentine. I also find it confusing to be around you and yet…” you lift your chin to look at him, your left eye locked onto that dreamy gaze of Vincent, “I still like to be around you..” 

Vincent curved his lips into a little smile, “You know…I never knew you would like me so much…when I first met you…I couldn’t figure out how I feel about you.” he wanted to continue but was at a complete loss for words at that moment. You let out a dry chuckle, “I was actually the same. Once we got to know each other more, I slowly began to grow fond of you. I kept denying my feelings I have for you. Knowing that I don’t deserve you. That remains to be questioned..” 

Vincent leaned in and asked with a soft demeanor tone, “Do you…still have feelings for me now?” his question popped you like a bubble. Instead of using words to give him an answer, you lifted your hands to cup his face. Touching his lips with yours tenderly. Vincent had his very first kiss and it was with you. It had to be you. Without hesitation, he swept his arms around your waist, kissing you passionately. His kiss melted your heart, your soul and body. Two whole different worlds colliding to one another, it was until then that they came to realize that they were destined to be together. 

You pressed your forehead against Vincent’s, letting out a gleaming smile “Let’s..stay like this for a while..” 

Vincent took your hand towards his soft lips, lowering his head down to kiss the knuckles of your hand. He then brushes your e/c hair out of your face, his hand touching closely towards your eyepatch as he does it. Admiring your presence while he caresses your face lovingly, he always finds you beautiful. Inside and out. Although beauty never truly mattered to him. 

He crashed you into his body, your head burying onto his chest as you felt the heavy load of butterflies in your stomach, “If that’s what you want to do then…I don’t mind because I would rather stay here and spend my time with you.”

a/n - I regret to have to write this in the first place because this fanfiction is fucking dry as hell, I had to change up the beginning. It wasn't really connecting with the other parts so...yeah...

planning to delete this in the future but im not sure (╥‸╥)

[lilredniki]

Do you want me to leave

Prompt: Do you want me to leave

Character: Vincent Valentine

Vincent was the loner type. Only had a select few friends.

Maybe that’s why he understood the quiet little Y/h/c who Tifa introduced as Y/n.

He made a promise to himself that he would watch out for her.

That was why he found himself sitting on the roof of her apartment as she argued with her ex about the girl he was cheating on her with.

“Y/n, honey, it was just a work lunch.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit Reno. If it had anything to do with work, Rude would have been there too.”

“Elaina and I are just friends.”

“Really? Cause that’s not what she told me.” Y/n handed him a box. “Here. It’s everything you left here and ever gave me. Now get out.”

“Babe please...”

“No we’re done Reno. Go back to Elaina and have a nice life.”

Reno walked to the open door and turned to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” Y/n said slamming the door.

Vincent waited till Reno was gone before he let himself in.

“Y/n?”

He heard a crash come from the bedroom and rushed to the door.

“Y/n are you in there?”

“Vincent?”

“Are you okay?” He asked trying to open the door.

“Hang on.”

He waited a moment as she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Tifa and Yufi asked me to come check on you.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

Y/n looked at him and closed her eyes.

“The same way I knew Reno was lying about everything.”

Vincent saw her open her eyes and they were different.

Instead of Y/e/c, her eyes were bright blue with golden red around the iris.

“Give me a second and I’ll come out and tell you everything.”

He nodded.

Y/n came out and leaned against the wall.

“I’m what Reno called a failed test.”

Vincent looked at her.

“They tried recreating you and I’m the result. So the only reason he was with me was so that Shinra could keep an eye on me.” She said sliding to the floor.

Vincent followed and sat with her.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Gods no. I don’t want to be alone.”

Vincent nodded and opened his arms.

Y/n wiggled over so he could hold her.

“You know, whenever I’m near you I feel safe.”

“That’s good.”

Y/n sighed.

“Why don’t you come stay with me tonight and tomorrow I’ll help you get things fixed.”

“Okay.” She said as he picked her up off the floor.

“Rest Little One.”

Y/n smiled. “Okay my angel of darkness.”

Vincent smiled a little as they left.

‘I told you.’ The voice in his head whispered. ‘She’s ours.”

[one-winged-dreams]

Fireworks - Part 1

ship: we came alive somehow (adriel wrynn x vincent valentine) source: final fantasy vii (post-DoC) word count: 913

Edge celebrates the 4th anniversary of Meteorfall. Adriel and Vincent are content to celebrate in their own way.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife

The prior two years of recurring disaster had done little to discourage Midgar's previous residents, and less so regarding their coming together to celebrate the anniversary of Meteorfall. Though last year's impending disaster with Deepground and Omega had coincided within the same timeframe, moreso than the surfacing of the remnants of Sephiroth, it only seemed as though humanity had all the more reason to appreciate the lives they'd managed to cultivate.

Edge had gone all out for the occasion, and though the night was alive with revelry, two particular individuals were less inclined to join in on the celebration.

"Are you and Vincent coming down to the bar, tonight?"

Adriel's eyes remained closed as he remembered Tifa's invitation. Letting out a soft breath through his nose, he took comfort in knowing the dark of his bedroom was not the only thing that held him in its comforting embrace.

"Shelke said she'd come if you two did. C'mon, it'll be fun."

The sounds of music and voices drifted up even as far as his fourth-floor apartment, though he didn't mind. Even though participation wasn't for him, it was comforting to know that Edge felt it had something to celebrate.

"Sorry," he had eventually replied, "We've already got plans."

A benign boom echoed through the city, followed by several more until the symphonic pattern of fireworks made itself recognizable. His lashes fluttered open just enough to peek in the direction of his bedroom window.

"Fireworks, huh?" he murmured softly, the height of his unit and the size of his window perfectly displaying at least a good fraction of the pyrotechnics.

A tender touch ran over his hair before gently tucking it off to the side. "You didn't expect this?" Vincent's tone was equally soft, slumberous, almost.

Adriel hummed softly as he nuzzled his face into Vincent's chest, on which he lay atop, one of his hands slightly bunching up the dumb WRO shirt that Reeve had given him. He only ever wore it at home.

"I did. The traffic coming home was crazy, it only makes sense… For a festival THIS big." Despite the comment, he sounded perfectly at ease, lifting his head to look at Vincent and offer him a relaxed smile.

Vincent offered a 'hm,' reaching up to smooth back Adriel's hair. "Not regretting declining Tifa's offer, are you?"

Chuckling, Adriel shook his head. "Not at all. This is much more preferable."

Vincent just gave an agreeable hum as they watched the display through the window, simply offering themselves to the moment. After everything, every fight that had been fought, every instance where disaster loomed on the horizon, all of it was a distant memory when they were here, together. While the intent of the celebration was that of the survival of the planet, it would be a lie to say that, for some, it wasn't about the continuation of their way of life and the ones they shared it with.

Adriel felt fortunate that one such savior of the planet had chosen to share his own life here, with him. After everything Vincent had experienced, the fight against Shinra, the defeat of Omega… And it was here that he ultimately decided to be. He could only express how happy Vincent made him so much before it became needlessly excessive. Neither of them were the type to recquire much verbal reassurance, all that was necessary was one another's presence. And moments like these.

The thought had Adriel's eyes fluttering shut, his grip on Vincent's shirt tightening just an amount that would vent his peaking emotions. Vincent gave him a gentle squeeze in return, not requiring any sort of elaboration. And for a while, they continued to sit, drinking in the vivacious sounds of life, and love, and celebration.

"… They've been going on for a while," Vincent's amused commentary broke the silence, but in a natural manner that didn't jar either of them from the mood.

Adriel looked on for a second longer before facing Vincent again, smiling a drowsy, content smile. "The fireworks?"

Vincent was still looking past him, possibly puzzling, possibly making a simple observation. "Mh. They must have been putting this together since-" He found himself cut off by the sudden realization that Adriel had moved closer, their faces inches apart. The latter's eyes were half-lidded, though his smile was evidence of his intentions.

Vincent found himself incapable of not reciprocating - neither of them smiled often, but when one did, so too, did the other find themselves infected. Their smiles persisted, even as their faces drew ever closer together, even as they could feel each other's breath against their lips, and even still, as their lips came to meet. The noises of revelry dimmed, and even did the explosive booming of fireworks fade to a quiet white noise in the wake of one, simple kiss.

Though soft and tender, it lasted far longer than something casual and yet far shorter than they would have preferred, even still. They had barely pulled away from it before Vincent found his hand against the back of Adriel's neck. The smile persisted still, but the love in their eyes had increased 10-fold.

"How was that?" Vincent extended a playful quip, as his hand traveled off to the side through Adriel's dark curtains of hair until it cupped his cheek.

Adriel merely responded with a pleased hum as he nuzzled into the motion, his smile widening by the smallest of margins before lowering his eyebrows. "Fireworks~"

[multifandomwritings]

hi!! can i request a slashers x fem! s/o who has really bad explosive anger issues

or

a s/o whos basically a huge girly girl. im talking about plushies, pink everything, skirts, heels, etc lmao.

Hi! Sorry for the wait! I decided to do the second request because I had more ideas for it ^^ Hope you like it! (Also, I didn't include everyone I usually do! Sometimes some people might be omitted if I can't think of anything. If anyone requests and absolutely wants a certain character included be sure to say so! I'll include most of them most of the time but yah ^^)

How the slashers would react to a girly S/O

Thomas:

- You're so cute 🥺 And pretty 👉👈 No he isn't staring! (If you catch him he'll be so embarrassed plz)

- Brings you flowers he finds around the fields and forest surrounding the house, thinking of you each time he sees them :')

- He really isn't one to care too much about style but he thinks you're so bright and pretty! Probably feels a little insecure about himself since he is all dirty and such but if you reassure him he'll be wrapped around your finger

(a random thought: Thomas would adore being doted over, complimented and praised. I will not elaborate at this time lol x_x)

Brahms:

- Thinks you’re so cute and will stare at you very obviously. Not really in a creepy way? (Okay kind of creepy) But he just thinks you’re pretty!

- Plushies? He will melt at how cute this is. Will also steal one, but he'll feel bad about later and will return it (hoping you don't notice it disappeared)

- Constantly admiring you and complimenting you. He adores your style and isn't shy to tell you so

Michael:

- Pretty indifferent to personal style and appearance in general, tbh. Still, he'd be a bit amused by your love of pink and cute things like plushies. You are the total opposite of him and he can't help but find it a little endearing

- Anytime he sees cute and pinks things while ~out and about~ he tilts his head and thinks of you. Contemplates taking it to you but...No

- Well, maybe. Sometimes. Only if he knows you won't know it was him that gave it, though. (Cue you finding a random plushie you've never seen before among your own and being like...Michael??? *door closes in distance as he quickly exits*)

Jason:

- Jason doesn’t care too much about style and such, you’re perfect no matter what! Still, he does find you totally adorable

- Like Thomas, he'll bring you things like flowers and such he finds that reminds him of you

- He adores how colorful your outfits can be and how bright you are. Your love for plushies is also extremely sweet to him :') (brings you a random forest animal one day since you seemingly like fluffy little animals and you're like um...Jason what am I supposed to do with this squirrel :/ and the squirrel is like lol yall why :/ but he MEANS WELL)

Bubba:

- Bubba adores it so much. You look like a doll, wearing all pink, skirts, heels, etc.

- Supportive and compliments you a lot. Notices anytime you wear something new and makes sure you know how pretty it is! If he sees something pretty and pink you're definitely getting it

- Also thinks your love of plushies is very cute. He's pretty crafty and will probably make you his own version if you like

Chop Top:

- Thinks you're cute! Gives weird compliments though but he means well

- He'll steal your clothes and plushies sometimes. He'll also give you new ones though, don't worry y/n :^)

- He would like any kind of personal expression as far as style goes. Whatever that means to each individual doesn't matter, but he would appreciate when people (you in this context) outwardly express themselves. In other words he likes your style a lot lol:)

Nubbins:

- No comment really, especially at first, but thinks you're cute. No, he isn't staring. No, he isn't blushing, either. sHH

- Gives you plushies that are slightly dirty that came from who knows where. He's very eager and happy about it so....accept and cherish them lol

- Cute and shy compliments. You're pretty 🥺 You're so bright and colorful :') You look like a flower <3 things like that (very supportive in other words, says sweet stuff like that every day)

Bo:

- Thinks you're cute, and he'll be sure to tell you often in his own way

- He is shameless when it comes to admiring you. He would no matter what your style was to be honest, looking you up and down while you watch and grinning if he gets you to blush

- Calls you surprisingly sweet monikers (honey, sweetheart, etc) constantly. So often, in fact, that when he actually uses your name you get surprised

Vincent:

- Subtle and probably doesn't seem to notice/pay much attention, visibly. He definitely does notice though, he's just more of the ~admires from afar~ type

- Makes you pretty art you inspired. Paintings, wax figurines, etc. all in pastel colors and of pretty things that reminded him of you

- He really thinks you're so pretty regardless of style though. Like of course he loves your style. But you could really wear a potato sack and he'd think you're the most beautiful person because he's romantic lol

Lester:

- Genuinely admires you. You're so pretty and bright! He'll stare when he thinks you aren't looking, shyly turning away if you catch him (or just smiling shamelessly because why wouldn't he stare??)

- Gives the cutest compliments. They're always a little awkward and badly phrased which is what makes them so endearing

- Your love for plushies really does him in. It's the cutest thing ever and he's very supportive, also loves them he learns. If he finds them while out and about he'll pick one up every now and then and melts at your reactions to them

Billy Lenz:

- Fascinated, he loves your bright colors and style. He's another one that doesn't really care about style and appearance and such, but he thinks you're very pretty:)

- He already calls you his piggy anyways but since you're so pretty and colorful, now he has a million other variations to call you

- Billy, like Brahms, would also steal one of your plushies. However, as Billy is a gremlin, he would not return it. Tough luck, Y/N :^) 

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He adores your style so much and isn’t shy to express it. You’re wearing heels/skirt? Asa will be staring shamelessly

- He thinks of you more than you'd think. Anytime he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll surprise you with it, though in a subtle way, leaving it for you to find later (will wait around for you to mention something about it later expectantly)

- 100% will give you bug plushies with a deadly serious face. Don't laugh, Y/N 👀

Tiffany Valentine:

- She adores it! You have similar tastes but you're like the pastel, pink version and she thinks it's precious (this would be such a cute pair T-T)

- Shopping trips :') She gets mostly gothic and dark things and you're the opposite and it's *cute*

- Thinks you're the cutest and is sure to tell you often. She can be really sweet so her compliments reflect that

[alby-rei]

Painting on Buttercream Cake (Vincent x Reader)

a/n: Written for @xxsycamore‘s and @chaosangel767′s “Be My Valentine content creation challenge 2022“ ! I treated this as a writing sprint challenge and I rolled with whatever came to mind :3 Happy reading~! ❤

[Characters]: MC, Vincent, Sebastian

[Prompt]: Chocolate baking date goes wrong 

[Genre]: Cake decorating, Fluff

[Word Count]: ~800 words

~*~

Against all rhyme and reason, you and Vincent were in the kitchen baking together.

Granted, you did it at a time when Sebastian was in town running errands for the mansion residents, which meant you were in charge (and he couldn’t stop you). Normally, Sebastian only ever let you cook or bake under his supervision, especially after the last… incident.  

When Vincent approached you with the purest puppy dog eyes pleading to help you in the kitchen, not a single bone in your body could say no to this man. How does one turn down an angel? So what if the kitchen potentially burned down as a result?

Besides, you had taken care of the actual baking involved, and the task at hand could not and would not result in any sort of fire hazard. He had walked by to check in on you as you were cleaning the kitchen. Your cake rounds laid on the countertop already chilled, still bare of any frosting or toppings.

“Why don’t we decorate them together?” He asked.

“Hmm, I don’t see why not?”

In front of you was a spatula, some palette knives, and a set of clean brushes, along with colored frosting.

Vincent was deep in concentration as soon as he started, which proved to be a challenge for you, as your focus was entirely on him. He never looked up from his work, save for when he needed to refill his brush. His normally relaxed visage was taut with concentration, and his wrist moved quickly to create swift marks along the cake. It was as though he already knew what he wanted the end result to look like, and he hurried to replicate what his mind’s eye could see before it escaped him.

Looking back at your own cake, you had only gone as far as applying a base white frosting all around. Whatever you wanted to try, you’d cover back up, unable to settle on one idea. You didn’t mind though, because watching Vincent in his element was such a delight. Maybe he could help you find your starting point, you thought.

“Hey, Vincent…” You called out, but he didn’t respond.

You tried again, but he continued to paint away, switching tools between his hands and mixing colors at a faster rate than you could ever think. You pouted a little at his lack of response, but it also gave you an idea. You dipped your finger into some red frosting and tip-toed behind him soundlessly. You crouched next to his face, standing opposite to his working arm. At once you sprung up and swiped his nose with frosting.

“Gotcha!”

“Wh… huh?” Vincent’s vision was suddenly shifted from his half-baked painting to the swirl of warm frosting that rested on his nose. He looked cross-eyed as he took a moment to process what just happened.

“MC? What was that?”

“Silly goose, you were so focused you didn’t even hear me call your name!”

“You did?!” He exclaimed, disbelief and guilt strewn all across his face.

It was his turn to pout at you when he realized he had been ignoring you.

“I’m so sorry, MC. Let me make it up to you…” He dropped his tools on the countertop.

“!”

Heat rose to your face as his hands cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to his face. He closed his eyes and rubbed your noses together, transferring some of the red frosting onto your nose.

“Noooo, stop!” You giggled as you tried to shake out of his grasp. But he wouldn’t budge, and you’re reminded of just how strong he really was. Your free arm grabbed a blue-covered brush, and you painted his cheek in retaliation.

“H-hey! No fair,” he protested.

The two of you chased each other around the kitchen, finding more joy in covering each other with multi-colored frosting than completing your buttercream cake decorations.

“What in heavens…”

At least until Sebastian arrived with an armful of groceries and a look of disbelief that meant, ‘you are soooo going to be in trouble!’

“Sebastian! Just in time, we were… we were uh…” you smiled wryly under his scrutinizing stare.

“Painting!” Announced Vincent proudly.

“y-yES! Decorating cakes for tonight’s dessert, and we may have gotten a liiiittle sidetracked.”

Sebastian caught movement from the corner of his eye, and he whipped his head to see a small paintbrush in the hands of Vincent’s raccoon, Brush, who looked just as guilty as the two of you. A trail of colored footprints was left behind him across kitchen. You weren’t even sure when or how he got in here, but that didn’t stop your butler friend from doubling your cleaning duties for the rest of the evening.

[slasherscream]

Hi I don’t know if you write for Thomas Hewitt or Vincent Sinclair but if you do you could you please make some headcanons about them and the other slashers like if they got into a fight with their s/o and how it would go, what it would be about, and how they would make up with their s/o please? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. But if you do then thank you so much!

fighting with the slashers 

A/N: i do write for vincent (on a related note i also write for bo and maybe lester i haven’t tried him out yet)!

vincent sinclair 

You didn’t stay put when Vincent told you to and you got hurt. 

You hadn’t planned to leave. Until the sun started to go down and no one came back to the house to check up on you the way they so often do when there are visitors in town.

You are Ambrose’s second best kept secret. Alive because Vincent took one look at you and couldn’t bare to hurt you. And though Bo gripes about you he couldn’t tell Vincent no. Not when Bo saw the way Vincent held you behind him, head lowered but shoulders set, ready to actually fight him on something for once in their lives. 

So you’re kept in the house when there are people around. Other than not being able to leave it’s your only real rule. Vincent wants you to have no part in the more grisly aspects of the town and Bo and Lester honor his wish.

But the town is dead silent and no one has come to check on you. Most times Lester even comes to stay with you like some sort of babysitter. It used to irritate you, despite your fondness for the youngest brother. Now without him there your hands shake, and your eyes wander, and your ears burn as if pumping extra blood there will make you hear better. But there’s nothing to be heard. No screams. No cries. No Bo shouting. No guns going off. 

So you leave the house, searching for one of them. Instead you’re found by a survivor and held hostage in front of the twins. 

You all stand still for a long while, the victim not knowing what to do and the boys unable to move due to the knife digging into your neck, already drawing blood. 

Lester had been the one to save you, sneaking up behind your captor and stabbing them. You ran to Vincent on shaking legs and he gathered you into his arms, moving to take you back home. You could hear the screams of the man who’d almost killed you ringing through the streets behind you and shivered.

Vincent had cleaned your cut in silence and somehow had managed to barely touch you. Before you could blink he’d shut himself into his workshop and you were left alone until Bo came home and chewed you out.

You kept yourself busy cleaning and then prepared for bed, knowing it would be awhile before Vincent would come and join you. The sleep didn’t come easy as you were still shaken up, but eventually it came. 

You woke in the middle of the night to an empty bed and realized that if you didn’t go to get him Vincent wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. 

You walk drowsily through Ambrose’s underbelly, the smoldering heat not doing you any favors, until you arrive at Vincent’s workshop where he’s hunched over his desk, unmoving. 

Not wanting to startle him you call his name quietly and you see his head tilt in acknowledgement but he doesn’t turn to look at you. 

Slowly you move until your front is resting against his back, even slower your arms encircle him and you kiss his shoulder, feeling guilty at the tension laying dormant in them. “I’m sorry, Vince. I was just worried about you so... so I left the house. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I won’t do it again.”

He turns and there’s a pause, and then he moves his hands, fluid but slow. They’re shaking despite how strong you know they are. He tells you how he can’t lose you. How he loves you. He asks you to promise him that next time you’ll listen and you do, and you mean it. 

It’s only then that he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. You think he’s crying behind his mask but you just hold him back equally as tight and whisper I’m sorry against his steady pulse. 

pelle

He doesn’t like the company you keep. 

He has a plan. He has a plan to take you away from this strange, uncaring world that doesn’t deserve you. That doesn’t love you or care about you. If he sticks to the plan everything will be so easy. 

But sometimes Pelle loves you too much to bite his tongue. 

He can see it clearly, your perfect future where he takes care of you, and his family takes care of you, and you let them do it, and you’re happier for it; but you don’t live in that perfect future, you live in the frigid, imperfect present.

Here you stay up late in the night to help a friend finish a term paper when last week they didn’t even call when you were sick. You gave a classmate your umbrella to borrow a month ago, and today you come back shaking from the rain because they never bothered to return it.

A thousand little kindnesses that the world outside the Hårga spit on. 

He knows that all these moments of careless apathy towards you will only strengthen the draw you’ll feel when you finally meet his family.

You have the heart of a Hårga and he knows that you’ll feel that connection.

Still, the way the outside world, the way your friends and family slight you at every turn, makes his blood run hot. He’s never felt anger like this before. It is all consuming and yet he must stomach it alone.

And so his tongue is careless sometimes. He asks in tones that he shouldn’t use with you “you’re going out with them again?” and “but didn’t they-?” and still he is angry. The words do not ease the feelings because they do not fix the problem. 

Pelle must lead you into the arms of his family and their way of life. He cannot push you. But he doesn’t know how not to take care of you. 

He wants to beat away the leeches and moths that cling to your light and whisk you away to home where the sun will warm you with its love.

Your fights are gentle, and so you might never refer to them as fights when people ask you if you ever argue with Pelle. 

There is no yelling, or balled fists, or the animal sensation of fight or flight. He leads you to sit down with him and holds your face in his hands. Unthinkingly you mimic the gesture and he smiles at you lovingly. One kiss and he tells you that he doesn’t like your friends. Another and he says that you deserve better, deserve the world. 

You try to get a word in edgewise, to deny the claims he makes, to tell him that they really do care about you, but the words are smothered by his soft lips. He kisses you until your brain goes somewhere loved and numb. He slips your coat off of your shoulders and pulls you close. He keeps you there until you forget that you had anywhere to be besides his arms. 

You and Pelle don’t fight. 

chucky and tiffany 

Tiffany is used to Chucky being a piece of shit. You are not.

Upside to fighting with Chucky is that Tiffany is immediately on your side, even if you’re in the wrong (I’m joking it’s always Chucky’s fault.)

Downside is that the whole house is now up in fucking chaos. 

chucky: tiff where are my fucking keys?

tiffany: in hell! why don’t you go and grab them?

You appreciate her fighting spirit but she’s really going in on y’all’s man. 

Which is not to say that Chucky doesn’t deserve it. Because he does deserve it, but you know from personal experience that being on Tiffany’s bad side is scary.

Why are you and Chucky fighting? Chucky is an insensitive asshole, and even the toughest skin isn’t bullet proof. 

The aftermath of whatever Chucky did is a lot of sullen silence from you; the sounds of a knife chopping a little too loudly in the kitchen from Tiff; and loud bits of huffing and puffing from Chucky as he stomps around the house. 

At first he thinks he can just wait out your anger until you start missing him. It used to work with Tiffany all the time!

But this relationship involves three people. You’re not so quick to get desperately lonely, especially if Tiffany isn’t the partner you’re fighting with. Do you miss Chucky? Sure. Do you miss him enough to let him be an asshole just to get some cuddle time in on the couch? As if! Tiffany is the better cuddler anyway. 

The man child is going to have to say sorry and mean it. 

Of course this means that your relationship is going be sans-Chucky for at least a week.

Tiffany reaches the breaking point before Chucky does. Obviously more in-tune with your feelings she can tell how much the fight is getting to you and no one messes with her sweetheart! Not even Chucky.

You’re going to hear her delicately clearing her throat, look up from your phone, and find Tiffany holding Chucky at fucking knife point. 

tiffany: do you have anything to say, chucky?

chucky, trying to decide if he’ll let tiffany kill him just to prove a point: ....

tiffany: i’ll start with your dick-

chucky: i’m sorry! are you fucking hAPPY?!

You’re gonna be like no!!! I do not accept the apology you gave me under extreme duress! At which point you turn over in bed and pull the covers over your head.

You’ll hear rapid-fire whispering and then the bed dips behind you. A knee presses into your back, and kisses are pressed carelessly to where your head should be beneath the covers. Then, finally, the quietest “I didn’t mean it, doll.” as he pulls the blanket back in order to look at your face. 

You’re stopped dead by the softness on his face. By the softness he let’s you see, even if it’s only for a moment. It might not be the words I’m sorry but it sounds like them. It sounds like an I miss you, as well.

When you drop your phone and throw your arms around his neck, touching him for the first time in a week, Chucky sighs in relief. 

Not ten seconds passes before Tiffany has thrown herself over the both of you, suffocating you in her loving embrace. Just like that, balance is restored in the Lee Ray-Valentine household. For now. 

[nothing-but-dreamy]

VAMPYR

Pairing: Vincent Valentine x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 792

Warnings: none

Summary: As a date, Vincent brought you to a rooftop, watching some stars but you have something else in mind. A question you came up with after reading one of your books.

The pale light of the white moon fell down on you and Vincent as you sat on a rooftop, enjoying the view of this crazy city by night that stretched out in front of you. Now and then, you turned your head, looking at Vincent whose skin got illuminated in a bright, magical white while his hair seemed to be blackened even more due to the contrast. His blood red eyes were staring into the oblivion sky - being far away with his own thoughts.

Once again, you couldn't help yourself. You just had to look at him and his handsome features, partially covered by his long, feathery hair. You two dated for a while, you knew him even longer and still, you couldn't get enough of him because in your eyes, there was no one this undeniable beautiful.

His sharp facial features, the elegant slope of his nose, his strong jawline, the curve of his lips - everything seemed to be made out of marble, the strongest you had ever seen and yet, ready to break at any second.

"You do it again. You're staring at me. What is it this time?", Vincent asked softly, even with a smirk. He had needed some time to get used to the fact how bluntly you admired him. You looked at him in a way that always made him feel special. Prominently, you displayed how much you loved him and he started to like it except on this night. Tonight, it bothered him.

He had brought you up there to enjoy the view together. Seeing stars and the moon wasn't normal for people in the slums and because he knew how much you loved to see both gave him this idea for a special date but instead you were just focused on him. Again.

You gnawed on your lower lip, insecure about the question you had in mind, "Are you... Vincent, are you a vampire?", you asked carefully. You knew 'what' he was and still...

"A vampire? What's a vampire?", he asked with a frown, finally looking at you, seeing your shy smile, even your cheeks were blushing.

"Oh... Uhmm... It's a dangerous creature of the night. It has crimson red eyes after drinking human blood. They prefer to sleep in a coffin during the day, avoid people most of the time and they can fly when they change into a bat.", you explained with a grin.

"Hmm...", was the only response before Vincent looked thoughtful back at the moon, "That's how you see me? As something dangerous?"

Suddenly, you realized what you had said and how it might have sounded for him, "No! No, of course, not! I'm so sorry!", you hurried to apologize, "There's also another side of them. They're also said to be tempting with their beauty. They got described with snow white skin and with an ageless appearance. They also can use their voice to allure humans."

Vincent chuckled low and waited a moment before he looked slowly at you through his lashes, "You know, YN, you read too much. Something like this doesn't exist except in your books.", he said and leant forward.

You craned your head, matching his darkening glance challengly, "Says the one who had slept in a coffin for what felt like hundred years."

Quickly, Vincent's eyes flickered down to your lips before he licked his own very slowly, "If you want I can drink your blood. Leaving two marks right there on your delicious neck.", he murmured with the deep, raspy voice you loved so much.

You were to lean in to kiss him as you noticed what he had said, "Hey! I never mentioned the marks! So, you know what I was talking about all the time!", you argued, stopping Vincent from coming closer with your hand on his chest, seeing his betraying smirk.

Once again, Vincent chuckled low, brushing your hand aside to lean you down on the blanket until he hovered above you, "Shh, just be quiet. Let the dangerous creature of the darkness do its magic. Let me allure you into a night you won't forget.", he whispered seductively while tracing down your jawline with his forefinger.

He brushed over your lips with his thumb before he kissed you longingly while he got already embraced and welcomed by your always so loving arms.

You were the only one allowed to make such kind of jokes. You were the only one he had opened up to because Vincent had fallen helplessly in love with you and your caring, loving behavior towards him and yet, from time to time, you needed some punishment like in this night as the moon and the stars were the only watchers of two lovers loving each other endlessly.

[sable-myers]

What my F/O's got me for Valentines day

And what I got them

Michael

What he got me:

A build-a-bear werewolf!

And a knife.... I figured out what it was he meant by that and gutted my poor new werewolf buddy to find an anatomical heart necklace inside his chest!

don't worry, Sir Howls-a-lot will be getting emergency restorative surgery asap. Now to wonder if Michael thought of that one on his own or if he was paying more attention when we watched Creep together than I thought 🤔 either way I love it!

What I got him:

Michael isn't much for gifts so he's a little hard to buy for, but I eventually settled on this realistic chocolate heart! Good for both his sweet tooth and his love of gore

He's been gnawing on it since so I think he likes it :D

David

What he got me:

Unfortunately this Valentine's day falls on a full moon so David hasn't been available to do anything tonight :(

But before the moon came up he gave me this cute card <3

Along with the classic heart shaped box of chocolates and a rose ^^

What I gave him:

A big ol' plate of heart shaped pancakes for breakfast

along with a massage to help him out with the stress of pre-transformation days.

I also left him a nice juicy steak in the basement for his wolf self 😋

Bo

What he got me:

One of these snazzy little gear hearts for me to fidget with!

It's not every day I get to see him being artistic, even if its in a very mechanical fashion, so this was really sweet to see ^^ I think Vincent must have helped him out with this one but I'm not gonna hurt Bo's pride by asking that even though I don't mean it in a bad way

What I got him:

This hat. I'm not even sorry. I saw it and I had to get it for him. I also took him out for dinner at a nice burger place if that makes it better

[after-witch]

After-Witch Masterlist

My masterlist! Will be updated regularly. Please note yandere content will contain the ‘Yandere’ descriptor before a character.  Content is broken up by fandom, with headcanons listed at the bottom of each category. Multi-part pieces will be noted [Complete] when they are finished.

[Hopefully these links will work on desktop and mobile... if not I will work on a Google Doc version!]

Updated 04/28/21

Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Birthday Gift: Part 1 - Part 2  [Yandere Overhaul x Reader] [Complete]

You finally get up the nerve to ask your captor for a special gift–a birthday gift.

Bad Day [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re in one of your dark moods again. Overhaul wants to help you. 

Just One Night [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You really, really want to go see The Nutcracker. Will your captor grant your request to continue an annual tradition? 

Damned to Live Forever [Yandere Vampire Aizawa x Reader]

You fall prey to the whims of a vampire with a penchant for lost, helpless souls.

Don’t Fall Asleep [Yandere Dream Demon Dabi x Reader]

You can’t stop dreaming about a terrible man with scars. You’ll be okay--if you can just stay awake.

Takeout [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

You haven’t been eating. Your captor brings home takeout.

Just a Name [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi wants a name, that’s all. Things will be easier if you give it to him.

So Close [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You ran and ran from Hawks and came... so close.

So Far [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Sequel to ‘So Close.’ Hawks realizes he has to break you down to build you back up.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You agree to visit Japan with a friend for vacation, despite it being home to your controlling ex-boyfriend.

Threats and Lies [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Your bratty behavior inspires threats and lies from your captor. Inspired by the prompt “I could kill you if I wanted to.”

Be Good to Him (The Boy!AU Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re a nanny responsible for the well-being of a doll-turned-ghost. You want to leave, and Tomura really doesn’t like that.

Birdsong [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

A rare outdoor picnic leads you to temptation. Inspired by the prompt “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

Adoration and Pain [Vampire!Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You are his pure doe, his precious lamb. And his personal blood bank.

Let’s Split Up, Gang [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You have a stalker. Thankfully, your boyfriend Hawks is there to help you investigate.

Mortality [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi muses on mortality after a hard day. For request: “Uhshh for the horror movie special I thought the quote “Fire is the reflection of or own mortality, we’re born, we breathe, and we die” from “Get Out” would work super well with dabi.”

Doctor Doctor [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re afraid of doctors, which naturally means it’s time for your checkup.

Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

You and Dabi have a little... chat in the bathroom. For request: yandere dabi x fem reader.

White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]  

[Part 2]

You’ve been with Kai Chisaki for three years. Your life is quiet and cozy and soothing. But what do you do when you realize you want more? For request: yandere overhaul x reader with stockholm syndrome

Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You tried to run–no, fly–away. And Hawks is going to make sure you never try that again.

Sweet Dreams [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Overhaul watches you sleep and has an… unexpected reaction.

Big City [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re about to leave for a new university in a new city in a new country. Your friend doesn’t seem pleased. You agree to meet up before you leave in the hopes of keeping your friendship alive.

It’s My Party [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re having a party and Shigaraki is not invited.

You Would Cry Too (If It Happened to You) (It’s My Party Part 2) [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Quality Time (It’s My Party Part 3)

Shigaraki won’t let you go to the bathroom.

Office Hours [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

He gave you the outfit. The blouse, the skirt, the nylons–the heels. A secretary’s unofficial uniform. You can’t help but feel mocked, in a way. Hurt. Was he being cruel on purpose, to make you think about your life before all this?

Thank You For Your Donation [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

For request: “ Shigaraki gets obsessed with a twitch stream and deluded himself into believing they’re together until he finally takes her home “

Sketch Memory [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Chisaki lets you indulge in your little hobbies. But he’s starting to suspect that you’re taking advantage of his “generosity.”

Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Your “boyfriend” is having a rough day and he doesn’t appreciate you being such a difficult partner. If you can’t behave, maybe he can’t behave, either.

Revelations [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

So you don’t eat, you don’t follow his rules; so you hurt yourself. It’s all you can do to keep up the fight against an obsessive captor who thinks he knows what’s best for you.

Sweet Escape [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Escape isn’t easy. Nor is it very long-lasting. When Overhaul’s men drag you back into captivity, you brace yourself and wait for what your captor will do with you.

Comfy Couch [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

It’s fine if you’re not paying attention to Netflix, really. But not paying attention to your boyfriend? That won’t fly.

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader] 

Rest Your Head (Baby Mine Part 2) 

Close to My Heart (Baby Mine Part 3)

Never to Part (Baby Mine Part 4)

The first time you laid eyes on your child, you knew: You had to get out. Set in the ‘White Picket Fence’-verse.

Serpent [Naga!Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re so lucky to have wandered into his den. Others might have eaten you, but he’ll keep you safe.

Pinned [Yandere Shigaraki x Secretary!Reader]

Follow up to Office Hours. You’ve given him a kink and isn’t that your fault, really?

Headcanons

Yandere Overhaul and a darling with chronic health problems

Yandere Overhaul General Headcanons

Yandere Aizawa General Headcanons

Yandere Dabi and a depressed darling

Yandere Hawks General Headcanons

Yandere Dabi and a depressed, clingy darling

Yandere Overhaul with a darling who has EDS

Yandere Shigaraki and a darling who doesn’t mind being kidnapped

Yandere Overhaul with a darling who hates mornings

Yandere Shigaraki + Secretary!Reader Headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki and secretary musings

Yandere Overhaul with pregnant reader headcanons

Bungou no Stray Dogs

With Friends Like These [Yandere Dazai x Naive Reader]  

One of your friends thinks your new boyfriend is controlling. Your new boyfriend doesn’t like that at all. 

Dinner Party [Yandere Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader]

Your friends cancelled, one by one, leaving you with the only person in the world who seemed to care about you.

Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

You’re a fantastic actress when you’re on the stage. But your captor isn’t fooled when there’s no stage magic to hide your real feelings.

Character Development [Yandere Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader]

You’ve been given a gift by your captor for good behavior. Too bad it’s a shitty book.

Headcanons

Yandere Dazai with an oblivious and nurturing reader

Yandere Dazai and Chuuya with a darling that has post-punishment nightmares

Yandere Dazai and Chuuya general headcanons

Death Note

Oh Sugar Sugar: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader] [Complete]

You’re the owner of a cute little pastry shop. One of your customers falls in love with more than just your baked goodies.

Darling, Light of My Life [Yandere Light Yagami x Reader]

Inspired by a scene from The Shining. You found the book. He wants it back.

A Christmas Interlude [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Set in the Oh Sugar Sugar series. It’s Christmas--and you have a gift coming. Deleted scene here.

Ginger Tea [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

You’re sick. Unfortunately, your captor has no intentions of leaving you alone to recover.

Sunny Day [Yandere l Lawliet x Reader]

He knew there was a high chance that your reaction to being kidnapped could end with depression. But what he didn’t know was how, exactly, to deal with it.

Final Fantasy 7

Compound [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

After being caught trying to escape, Sephiroth punishes you.

A Private Cell [Yandere Reno x Reader] 

Part 2

For request:  Can I request FF7 Reno with reader as his prisoner?

No Turning Back [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

It’s hard, being with Sephiroth–belonging to Sephiroth. Especially when your own heart belongs to another.

Headcanons

Yandere Kadaj General Headcanons 

Yandere Yazoo General Headcanons

Yandere Vincent Valentine with shy female reader Headcanons

Hetalia 

Wine? [Yandere Spain x Reader]

You “settle” in for dinner. Inspired by the prompt “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” 

Cold [Yandere Canada x Reader]

You ran away and that’s not good. Inspired by the prompt “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

Under a Bridge [Yandere Norway x Reader]

You’ve been under Norway’s thumb, trapped and caged in more ways than one. You seek help from otherworldly beings, but a deal once made, can’t be undone.

Headcanons

Yandere America General Headcanons

Yandere Japan General Headcanons

Yandere Canada General Headcanons

Yandere Denmark General Headcanons

Yandere Iceland General Headcanons

Inu Yasha

Moving On [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

You misspeak when instructed by the demon lord who’s taken you. Inspired by the prompt “I didn’t quite hear that, care to repeat yourself?”

You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

For request:  ��Could you maybe do something with Sesshomaru? Maybe his ‘darling’ trying to escape not knowing that it would literally be impossible?”

A Gift [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Your demon lord captor presents you with an unusual and unexpected gift.

In Sickness [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

You were not often alone with the demon lord who took you captive. Then again, you were not often touched by the demon lord who took you captive, either.

Knives Out

Yandere Ransom Drysdale Imagine

Imagine meeting Ransom Drysdale...

Hook Line and Sinker [Yandere!Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

You’ve broken up with Ransom Drysdale, and you mean it this time. But the freedom that comes with the breakup leads to a series of unexpected coincidences that leave you wondering: was it worth the price?

Yandere Ransom Drysdale Headcanon

Sticking up for Ransom at a family dinner.

Emotional Loan [Yandere Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

You shouldn’t be this nervous about telling your boyfriend that you want to transfer to a college out of state. Ransom is nothing if not generous with you–so why is your stomach in knots?

Labyrinth

The Pain Sweeps Through [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

You’re not the first one he’s brought into the Goblin King’s Labyrinth. You’re not the first one to best him, to get to the center and beat him at his own game. But you are the first one to beat him and give in: “Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

Misc Horror Movies

Kim So-Hee x Reader Headcanons (Wishing Stairs)

The Slayers

Yandere Xelloss Headcanons

Trigun

Yandere Knives x Reader Headcanons

Original/No Fandom

Wife or Death  [16th Century Witch POV]

You’re a 16th century witch who finds herself pursued through the woods by a witchfinder. Out of options, you pray to the only lord that might save you.

Floss [Yandere Dentist x Reader]

You hate going to the dentist. You really do.

In the Mirror [Doppelganger x Reader]

She just wants to make your life better. Of course, that’s hard to believe when you’re trapped inside a mirror.

And Home Before Dark [Wendigo x Reader]

Living in the practical wilderness of new France, you knew you were never meant to be in the woods after dark. After all, there was something in the forest that was dark and dangerous and it wanted you.

Madame Guillotine [18th Century Aristocrat Reader]

It’s the French Revolution and you’re a former aristocrat on your way to meet your death at the scaffold.

Down the Cellar Stairs [Early 20th Century Reader]

It’s just a game, just a silly game to play on Halloween. But you may find more at the bottom of the cellar stairs that you bargained for.

[slasherbastard]

I'm so sorry if I make another request but...What if the slashers were at an amusment park? :3

Again sorry for doing another request and also thank you for the last I made! :D

Don’t be sorry! I love doing these requests (they’re also stopping me from running out of ideas, so thank you again!), now I’m going to quickly apologise for leaving so many slashers out (especially Chromeskull + Collector) 

(gif credit: contac)

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, and Lester Sinclair - These three tried to go their separate ways but Vincent didn't know anybody else so he stayed with them. Vincent ends up dragging them to ride and game after ride and game and has the absolute time of his life. Bo and Lester mostly just wanted to go to the Arcade and play the hunting games that came with plastic shotguns.

Baby Firefly and Carrie White - Carrie loves going on the carousel and playing all the mini games but can someone please tell her poor soul that those games are rigged and that pink teddy bear key chain she won wasn't worth losing $40 over. Baby flirted with some of the workers and got Carrie a bunch of prizes then took her to try out the bumper cars together.

Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers - They wanted to try the haunted house but ended up not only scaring the actors but also repeatedly got mistaken for actors, Jason was also really confused about why people kept complimenting his "costume" and Michael just wanted to go home. They both brought their signature machete and knife just in case and couldn't understand how nobody could tell that the blades were real. Michael probably ended up killing someone.

Pennywise and Captain Spaulding - These two were just trying to enjoy the park but kept getting stopped by parents who were forcing their obviously scared children to take photos with the clowns. Pennywise nearly ate a child while Spaulding kept trying to promote his greasy chicken joint/museum and made someone cry. Pennywise did end up wandering off on his own and finding a lost child and- yeah, dinner is served.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis - These two have a routine. 1, eat as much junk food as possible. 2, go on the swing ride. 3, get off and throw up. 4, repeat. The others just watch him in awe and fear. Other than that the arcade is their best friend and Stu is an absolute master at Dance Dance Revolution.

Brahms Heelshire and Billy Lenz - These two have never had so much deep-fried crap and candy until this very moment. The sugary overload was enough for them to just go completely crazy. They joined Stu and Billy in going on rides and throwing up for a short while but by the end of the night they ended up having a sugar crash and they were found asleep behind one of the game stalls.

Tiffany Valentine and Chucky (Both in doll form) - Tiffany forces Chucky to take cute couple photos with her in the photo booth but they're both too short and you can just see the tops of their heads in the final photo strip. They both ended up stealing food from one of the stalls before sneaking onto the Ferris Wheel (they may or may not have been mistaken for lost toys and ended up getting dumped in the lost n found).

Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt - Thomas thought it'd be fun to try out the high striker (test your strength) and ended up breaking the damn thing but it was worth it since Thomas ended up winning two stuffed animals (and yes he gave one to Bubba). They also went into the house of mirrors and Bubba didn't realise how the house worked, so he just kept running into mirrors and angry babbling every time Thomas laughed at him. After that they went to get ice cream as that was Thomas' way of apologising, but it still was funny.

[screechthemighty]

Final day of Vincent Valentine week by @vinvalenzine! I did it! All the things on the correct days! We have avoided a 31 Days of Apex situation and I am very pleased.

Disclaimer: I am still very new to this fandom, so my writing voice for EVERYONE is a bit rusty (but y’know, practice makes perfect, that’s why I’m here). Any non-canon details are probably part of the AU, but it might just be a gap in my knowledge. I hope you enjoy these fics regardless! They’re also up on AO3 under the same username as here.

Vincent Valentine Week, Day Seven:  Nelumbo Nucifera

[Rebirth - Understand That This is Forever. Timelines: Dreams of Freedom (Zack Lives AU) and The Bloody Valentines (Vincent is Sephiroth’s Bio-Dad).]

Outside, it was chaos.

There was the obvious chaos, of course: the ex-SOLDIERs looked like they were having separate meltdowns, the others were trying to interrogate or comfort them, and the air was thick with feathers.

But that wasn't the only chaos Vincent saw.

His was a chaos of color, of light. The sun was so bright that it hurt, even when he shut them. The trees, the moss and weeds between the cobblestones, everything growing around Shinra Manor, were equally blinding. The cool air made his chest ache, but that didn't stop him from breathing it in deeply, lungs full to bursting.

You're out. You're really out.

He was still standing on the steps, face growing warm in the sun, when the Wutai girl approached him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Was he? He wasn't sure. His hands were still trembling, his whole body, really, but he couldn't tell if it was from the exhilaration of being out or in dread of what he'd just seen. The black cloaked figure that had fled the building, leaving so much terror in his wake.

Sephiroth.

He looked so much like his mother. And maybe…

Vincent took another deep breath and forced himself to look at her. She had expectant brown eyes, black hair cut short, scrapes on her knees. The fear that infected her eyes when she first saw him had faded, replaced by open curiosity. "I'm okay," Vincent said, only half-lying. "Sorry I frightened you back there."

"Oh, I wasn't scared!" she said immediately. It didn't sound like bluster, curiously enough. "You just caught me off-guard. I'm just glad you were alive. It'd have been really freaky if you were dead."

"That's true." Vincent carefully scanned his surroundings. The dark-haired SOLDIER had calmed down, and had turned to comforting the blond.

Cloud.

Vincent was briefly tempted to step forward and see if the boy was all right. He refrained; the last thing Cloud needed was a stranger getting in his personal space. "All of this because of Sephiroth, huh?"

For once, Vincent was grateful for his habitual montone. It hid the fact that saying that name felt like swallowing poison.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Yuffie bounced in place a few times before her gaze darted to the group. “Oh, geez, is he throwing up?!”

“I’m not throwing up!” snapped Cloud.

Yuffie ran to check on him anyway. Vincent was grateful for the sudden quiet. It gave him a chance to think.

He’d failed. He’d failed, and ended up in that cursed coffin when he could’ve been helping. When he could have done something. And now he was out.

And he had a second chance.

Not the chance he wanted, not if what they were describing was true. But still...

Vincent didn’t say anything at first. He closed his eyes again and let himself enjoy the sunlight. One indulgence—even if he wasn’t sure he deserved it.

And when the others quieted down, their concerned questions turning into murmurs of what they should do now...

“I’m going with you.”

He didn’t think he’d spoken that loudly, but he’d certainly caught their attention. All eyes on him.

No going back now.

 ...

Meanwhile, in another time and place...

He didn’t know what he was doing. It kept him up at night. Every little thing that could go wrong.

Every way he could fail the child sleeping in the next bed over.

Sometimes, Vincent would glance Sephiroths’s way, just to reassure himself his son was still there. Sephiroth was asleep on his side, facing the opposite wall, so bundled up in blankets that he looked more lump than kid. That shapelessness meant Vincent almost, almost missed it, but when he happened to glance again...

Sephiroth’s shoulders were shaking. He wasn’t making a sound, but something was wrong. Vincent was up before he could think about it. Was he cold? Was he crying? What happened?

“Hey,” Vincent said quietly. He circled to the other side of the bed, kneeling down so they were at eye level. “You awake?”

He was. And in the faint light, it was clear that there were tears on his face and a frightened look in his eyes. Sephiroth shrank into the blankets, his face riddled with guilt. “’m sorry,” he whispered. “Was I loud?”

“What? No, no, I wasn’t sleeping.” Vincent carefully rested a hand on Sephiroth’s shoulder. He was still trembling. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Sephiroth hesitated, then nodded.

He’d had a nightmare, and his first instinct was to apologize for potentially making noise. How often had Sephiroth been left to cry himself to sleep? How many times had he been scolded for disturbing someone when he was afraid?

“I’m sorry,” Vincent said. He had to swallow back the anger that started simmering in his chest. Not the time for that. Focus on him. “You can tell me if that happens again, okay? You don’t have to worry about waking me up. I promise I won’t be angry.”

No response.

What do I do? How can I help him?

Vincent moved to sit on the bed. He moved slowly, carefully, prepared to stop if Sephiroth showed any sign of discomfort. He gathered up his son in his arms and pulled him close, holding him up to his chest. “I’ve got you,” he said quietly. “I’m here.”

Sephiroth didn’t resist. Vincent wasn’t too surprised by that; he rarely objected to being guided or moved. He was probably conditioned to go along with being manhandled by the scientists. It was a little surprising that he didn’t respond to being held. He didn’t seem to know how to respond.

Has he ever been comforted before?

But, slowly, one small hand reached out and clutched at Vincent’s shirt. Sephiroth buried his face into Vincent’s chest. “Something was coming for me,” he said, his voice muffled by fabric and tears, “from the sky.”

Vincent held him closer. “Nothing’s going to come get you,” he said softly. “I won’t let it. Okay?”

“...okay.”

They sat in silence after that. Sephiroth’s racing heartbeat slowed, and his grip on Vincent’s shirt loosened. Eventually, his breathing slowed, too, and he slipped back into sleep.

Vincent could’ve put him down, but he didn’t. For the first time since all of this started, he knew. He really knew what he had to do. So he settled with his back against the headrest, Sephiroth still resting in his arms.

I’m not letting anything take you.

Never again.

[leeus-writing]

So excited that your asks are open! Could I please request a Vincent Valentine one-shot with the sharing a bed trope??? ❤❤

Hi Okara

I hope you like the requests i sent you to -dark laugh- 

And I'm glad you gave me my favourite trope! Enjoy the Lovley stuff.

Smut is undercut

The Warmth of you

“VINCENT!” You shouted into the snowstorm, shivering despite your layers.

A shadow of a tall man seemed to turn, stopping in the storm. The wind howled and the snow was hitting you like bullets. The storm was positively a blizzard by now. You hunched over and continued walking, eyes half-closed. Vincent didn’t move, he pulled his cloak up and around your shoulders.

Inside your mind you started to think, agreeing to accompany Vincent on his way up to the crater was not a good idea. After all A: what on earth were you two expected to find and B: it was just freezing. You looked up at the shadow-like man as he pulled you in closer.

“The Inn is not too far from here,” He said, “Can you hang on?”

You nod stubbornly and followed him closely, shivering.

You were relieved to see a sign stating, Icicle Inn. You looked up stiffly seeing it and sigh. Vincent picked you up and carries you the rest of the way. He sat you down gently on a chair near the fire before walking over to the reception desk.

“We need rooms, for the night,” He says trying to hide his own effect of the cold.

“More like a few days, this storm is set in for the week,” The man behind the desk laughed, “Not so good for business, no skiing.”

Vincent stared blankly back at him and tapped a finger on the desk, his golden gauntlet making indents in the wood. The man coughed and stopped laughing.

“So… Rooms. Well, we only have one left, a lot of travellers who were meant to be going home are now stuck. It err has a double bed,” The receptionist smiled “Tell ya what, due to the inconvenience I’ll charge ya half price!”

Vincent groaned and chucked some gill on the counter taking the key. He turned back to you, relieved to see you’d pinked up a little bit. You noticed he didn’t look happy.

“Vince is everything alright, they have rooms, right?” You stood up hand to your chest.

“They have A room,” He said showing you the key.

You blushed heavily.

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The room was nice, a little on the small side and the bed had been pushed up against the wall. You sat in the far most corner with your nightclothes on. Your other clothing was hanging up on the radiator in the bathroom. Vincent had left to grab you both some food. You rubbed your hands over your face. This... this situation wasn’t ideal. You had developed feelings for the man as you had travelled together. Now this situation was just going to make things worse.

He returned sometime later with bowls of chips. You had moved to the bed and hunkered down.

“We missed dinner, but I persuaded… the man to give us some food. He heated up these chips for us,” Vincent handed you a bowl.

“You growled at him didn’t you,” You said taking it and shoving one in your mouth.

The sudden salty taste of potato goodness made you suddenly realise how hungry you truly were.

“No cheese?” You asked with a hint of a smile.

Vincent just chuckled and finished off his own chip meal before standing up and stretching. He started to undress, which caused you to squeak a little and look away blushing. He stopped and looked at you, the silence causing you to look round.

“Vince?” You asked seeing him just stood buttons undone with a small boyish smirk on his face.

For a time, you could imagine what he looked like as a Turk all those years ago. He raised an eyebrow a little.

“Sorry you caught me off guard. I didn’t think you’d just undress in front of me,” you said blushing.

“I see…” the tone indicated slight disappointment.

You swallowed putting your bowl to one side “No… it’s not that I think your not good looking it's just. I thought you’d want privacy,” you mutter to yourself looking away embarrassed.

Vincent continued to undress, down to his boxers. He slipped into the bed beside you, he lay still looking up at the ceiling, the hand that was usually covered by the gauntlet was scarred. You glanced at it before slipping under the covers. He looked over to you and indicated if you wanted the light off. You nodded and looked back up at the ceiling.

You eventually looked over to Vincent, “I, didn’t mean I thought you were ugly. I… I actually think you are really good looking.”

Vincent looks over to you. His red eyes glinting slightly in his eyes.

“That’s why, I squeaked. I… I find you very attractive,” you muttered.

“Oh?” he rolled onto his side and gently brushed your hair away, “and if I said you were attractive?”

You laughed a little then stopped when he said no more.

“You do?”

“I don’t normally travel with another person, but when you asked how could I have said no? You’re amazing Y/N, fun to be around, and…”

He leaned in and kissed you, one hand pressed to your face. Your eyes widened in surprise at the kiss before leaning in. Your hands pressing against his chest. The skin scarred and bumped but warm to the touch.

“You’re… warm,” You say surprised.

“Let me guess, because Cloud said he found me in a coffin you expected me to be the living dead?”

“I… I’m sorry” you muttered looking away embarrassed by your foolish thoughts.

Vincent laughed a little and rolled you onto your back. “I am the undead… I was once and now I’m alive… fully alive.”

You looked at his face then down his body to his cock, though covered by boxers you could see it was erect. Vincent slowly lay down on you pulling up your nightshirt. You shiver a little from the cold but that was soon gone as Vincent kissed at your neck before moving down your body. Your cheeks burnt with the fire of arousal. Vincent’s eyes locked onto yours as he slowly peels off your underwear.

His finger rested above your sensitive folds as he leaned back up and whispered into your ear “I can show you how alive I really am…”

Your eyes widened and just the thought was sending your mind reeling. All you could do was moan as he gently ran his fingers down your pussy. Vincent grinned and kissed your neck as he slipped fingers within you and slowly pumped them in and out. His thumb rubbing near your clit as he did so.

Your body responded to the attention without your control. Not that you minded you’d let go of control for now. Vincent laced his other hand into yours pinning it to the bed, listening to your reactions, learning about your body… what made you tick.

He soon had you panting, your body clenching his fingers are you were coming close. Vincent slipped his boxers free and help you open before slipping inside. He angled your hips up and began to trust slowly at first before picking up the pace. Savouring each and every sound you made.

“Vince… I… Oh Gods!” You cried as you finished.

Your hands reaching behind you and clutching your pillow. Your body clutched Vincent’s as he thrust through your orgasm each movement sending another wave of pleasure. Vincent couldn’t hold off much longer, he pressed his forehead to yours and grunted as he came. His body shuddered as his slipped from yours pulling you over so your head could rest on his chest.

You both lay dazed for a short time. You smiled in the darkness enjoying his sex scent and looked up to kiss him

“Lets never, not share a room alright?” You whisper into the dark.

Vincent smiled back, a rare thing, as he poked your nose “Alright… though we are trapped here for another few nights.”

“I don’t think I’ll mind too much,” You reply kissing him.

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Ao3 | KO-FI

Tag list: @ladyalexandros @cosmicdarlingx @iceborngirl

[quickspinner]

MLValentines2k20 9. Cupid

Playing catch-up a little bit; I still have one more of these I want to finish before I call it done.

“Jagged,” Luka sighed, hands on his hips as he surveyed the set before him. “You know I usually trust your judgement, but I think your designer’s lost her mind this time.” He’d never met Jagged’s favorite designer, but Jagged had insisted they bring her in for this album cover. Jagged raved about her, but Luka generally tuned him out after the first few sentences. Jagged really only had two modes: total enthusiasm or absolute distaste. Either way, Luka always took his opinions with a grain of salt.

XY had bitched about her, but Luka had ignored that too, inferring from it only that the designer was attractive and that she’d had enough taste to shoot XY down. Luka hadn’t said anything, though. Speaking badly about the boss’s son was frowned upon even for up and coming rock stars. Unless Jagged decided to go independent and took Luka with him, they both had to put up with both Bob Roth and XY for now.

Jagged unknowingly mimicked Luka’s pose, giving away his uncertainty even though his words were confident. “Just...wait. Have a little faith. Let’s hear her out, I’m sure Marinette has a plan.” 

“Her plan better not involve making my album look like a perfume ad, Jagged.” Luka replied, wrinkling his nose. 

“I have asked you repeatedly to call me Dad,” Jagged said absently. 

“This is a disaster!” wailed a voice from the other side of the room. Luka and Jagged both looked that way to see a young lady in a business suit with her hands buried in her blue-black hair as she stared at the same set they’d been staring at. “This isn’t what I requested at all! This will never work, it’ll look like a perfume ad! How did this happen?”

“But Marinette,” said a saccharine voice that made Luka cringe. He couldn’t see the speaker but that voice made his skin crawl. “This is exactly what you asked for. I followed your directions.” The words that followed were smug. “To the letter.” 

“Oh my—” The young woman sighed, taking her hands out of her hair and straightening her back. She unbuttoned the coat of her suit and slipped it off, tossing it over the back of a chair and began unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of her blouse. “Right. Okay. This is not happening. Jagged and Luka will be here any minute and we’re going to do this shoot and it’s going to look amazing, and not like it belongs on the front of a Valentine’s card. When I was talking about Cupid, I meant the mythical Cupid, Lila, you know, the hot young guy with the bow, the literal embodiment of love and desire? NOT the chubby little baby cupid that sits on a cloud. You said you understood. Did you even look at the pictures I sent you?”

“But, Marinette, your notes said—” 

“Forget it,” Marinette said briskly, stepping up to the set under the lights. “I don’t have time for your excuses. I have to fix this.” She started ripping out the clouds. “Do we have any paint? Because there is no way we are photographing Luka Couffaine, the hottest rock star in the country right now, on this.” 

Holy hell, she was gorgeous, bold and determined and in charge, her feet planted as she reached up and pulled another piece of cotton batting down. She waved at the baby blue background. “Someone get me some black paint.” 

A hand waved in front of his face and he became aware of Jagged calling his name. He blinked and looked back at Jagged. “That’s your designer?” Luka asked inexplicably breathless.

“Best in the business,” Jagged said proudly. “Come on, wipe the drool off your face and I’ll introduce you.” 

Luka very much wanted to be introduced. He also wanted her phone number and a personal guided tour of the nearest supply closet. 

“Listen,” Jagged said, grabbing his arm and turning him so that the two men were eye to eye. “You watch how you treat her. I can make another son but I will never find another designer with that kind of talent, and if you piss her off I will put you right back on that boat with your mother where I found you, understand?

“Love you too, Dad,” Luka muttered, and Jagged apparently took that for agreement, hauling Luka forwards with him. 

“Marinette!” he called, and Marinette turned, a pretty smile lighting her face.

“Jagged!” Then she caught sight of Luka and her eyes widened slightly, the smile dropping immediately. “Mr. Couffaine!”

“Luka, this is Marinette, the most rock ‘n roll designer you’ll ever meet.” Jagged looped one arm around Marinette’s shoulders. “Tell us what you’ve got planned for us, Mari.” 

“Actually—well, I—” She only fumbled for a moment before she got her bearings back and straightened, stepping out from Jagged’s arm to turn to Luka with a professional air that didn’t make her one bit less attractive. Luka blinked at the not-quite-fake smile she gave him, absently noting the light smattering of freckles across her nose. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Couffaine, it seems there was a bit of a, er...misunderstanding and the set up is all wrong. I apologize for taking up your time but I’ll have this fixed as quickly as possible. In the meantime, is there anything we could get you while you wait? Would you maybe like a snack?” 

Jagged stepped on his foot before he could answer. It didn’t do much thanks to Luka’s heavy boots but it did remind him of Jagged’s threat. Not that that was necessary. Jagged was the one renowned for losing his shit in public, not Luka. No matter how much he really did want this particular snack, no one would know. Besides, he wasn’t XY. The woman was here to do a job, not entertain Luka’s fantasies, and he needed to get his mind off her very pretty mouth and back on the job.

Before he could come up with a professionally appropriate answer, though, another girl popped up at Marinette’s elbow. “Mr. Couffaine, if you’d like to come with me I’d be happy to make sure we find you something satisfying while Ms. Dupain-Cheng fixes her mistake.”

Luka recoiled slightly; this was the saccharine voice he’d heard before and it was even less pleasant up close. “No, thank you,” he said automatically, barely even glancing at her. “I’m fine.” He looked back at Marinette. “It’s fine, I don’t mind waiting. Honestly I’m relieved, I was a little worried when I saw the set.”

“Of course you would be,” the other girl said sympathetically, and Luka, who hadn’t moved his eyes from Marinette, saw the designer visibly grind her teeth.

Still, her tone was entirely professional as she said, “Lila, please go get us the black couch from the casting room, the one with the silver studs. I’m sure with your persuasive talents you can find some help to get it here.”

“Of course, Mar—Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” Lila said, and Luka doesn’t even have to look at her to know that her bright, helpful tone was completely insincere. She brushed past him, her fingers lingering on his wrist for a moment. He twitched it away without a glance in her direction.

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t need anything, Mr. Couffaine,” Marinette said, turning back to Luka. “Then if you and Jagged wouldn’t mind waiting, I hope I’ll have this cleared up shortly.”

“I have no doubt,” Luka replied, with a slow grin. “And please call me Luka, I hate being Mr. Couffaine.” 

“Of course,” Marinette smiled. “Feel free to call me Marinette. Jagged certainly does.” She made a cheeky face at his father, and Luka missed what Jagged said in response because Marinette laughed, and it was a beautiful sound and that was a real smile on her face and...wow, those eyes. 

His heart was suddenly pounding. Those eyes were familiar. Did...did he know her? He watched her, fascinated for a different reason, as she went over to take the can of paint from the assistant who’d brought it. She went with purpose to the backdrop, standing back for a moment as if to consider. Then she took a wide brush and began painting across the blue background in broad strokes that she left ragged at the edges. 

“I can change the color in post,” she mumbled. “Psyche’s lamp would be shining from...here, so this area stays light.” 

Jagged, easily bored as always, excused himself, leaving Luka there alone as Marinette made quick work of the backdrop. When she was done the smell of paint hung thick in the air but the scene was much better. A few more changes and the perfume ad look was replaced by a much grittier but still fantastical scene. The fluffy carpet was gone from the floor, revealing a hardwood platform. Marinette had taken some of the prop arrows and broken them in half (and watching her snap them like so many twigs had set his blood rushing again). Then she turned to Luka with a wide, much more sincere smile than she’d had before. “All right, I think we’re ready for our Cupid.” 

Oh...right. That was him. Luka sighed, but unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as he’d been instructed and removed his heavy boots, leaving him in his ripped jeans embellished with chains. He’d been through hair and makeup before they came. 

“We’ll start with you on the floor,” Marinette directed. “If Lila actually manages to get us the couch,” her tone seemed to indicate she thought it unlikely, “We can try that later and see what we like best. Vincent, can you show him where please?”

Luka followed the photographer’s directions and waited while they adjusted the lights. “I should warn you,” Luka said, glancing up at Marinette with a hint of trepidation. “I’m not a model or an actor. I’m not actually good at this part.” 

“I’ve seen you perform,” Marinette smiled reassuringly, and why were those eyes so familiar? “I’m not worried. If you can evoke that much emotion on stage I’m sure we can pull some of it out here.” 

Genuinely flattered, Luka smiled up at her. Marinette patted his bare shoulder. “It’s just another kind of performance,” she told him, and then she seemed to grow flustered, snatching her hand back. Luka couldn’t help a smirk. Marinette turned away, cheeks pink. 

Then it was business as usual, trying different poses while trying not to look bored out of his mind. Watching Marinette skitter about was entertaining, at least, but he couldn’t follow her constantly.

“He is so stiff,” Vincent complained, straightening and putting a hand on his hip. “Marinetta, can you not inspire the boy a little more?” Luka winced and sighed. Well, he warned her.

“Let’s take a break,” Marinette said, looking completely unbothered by this turn of events.

Luka sighed, sitting up and propping his elbows on his knees as she approached. “Told you,” he shrugged. Marinette knelt on the floor next to him and pulled out her phone. “Cupid brings love to everyone,” she told him, “but he never finds love himself until he meets Psyche. But he won’t let her see his true self until she comes into his room with a lamp while he’s sleeping. That’s what we’re going for with this shoot.” 

“Right,” Luka answered automatically. This had all been explained in the pitch, though he hadn’t paid all that much attention at the time. He actually didn’t get a whole lot of say in his album covers.

“Obviously we’re taking some liberties here,” Marinette continued. “Instead of being passive and asleep, you, as our Cupid, are finally ready to show your lover your true self, so you’re waiting for her to come in so you can really let her see you, and in doing so, allow yourself fall for her.”

His own music began to play from the speakers on her phone. She turned the volume all the way up, frowning in concentration. “There,” she said, looking up from the phone to meet his eyes. “The way you play the bridge, that’s what we’re looking for. That’s what inspired the shoot.”

Luka pursed his lips. The song was all about being ready to find love again after heartbreak, and the bridge was about that moment when you lock eyes with someone and choose to either look away or let yourself fall. It actually fit very well with the story Marinette had told him. He nodded slowly. “Play it again please.” 

Marinette complied, and Luka closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself sink into the music. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Marinette. Her lips parted in something like surprise, but she didn’t turn her gaze from him as she nodded slowly. “Yes. That’s it. Can you do that for the photos?”

“Can I look at you?” Luka asked. “It’s kind of hard just...staring into the lights.” 

Marinette’s cheeks pinked, but she nodded. “Okay. I’ll get Vincent to tell me where he wants you to look, and I’ll stand there. Don’t worry about the camera, just listen to the music and keep your eyes on me, okay? Vincent will do the rest.”

He felt the corner of his mouth tug into a smile, and had to take a breath to compose himself. “Yeah, okay.” Marinette smiled at him and again he was hit with that wave of familiarity. Luka tilted his head slightly. “Have we met before?” he asked. “You just...you look familiar.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise, and then she looked mildly embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d remember that.” 

“So we have met?” Luka asked, a little too eagerly. “It’s just—I swear I remember your eyes.”

Marinette blushed again, maybe even a little darker than before. “I went to school with Juleka. We, um, met on your mother’s boat once the year you left with Jagged. The music festival? You played with Juleka’s band and...I was there.”

Luka’s brow creased as he thought back to that day. “Ma-ma-marinette,” he whispered, a broad smile spreading across his face. 

Marinette made a face. “Oh good, you do remember.” 

Oh, he remembered. He absolutely remembered her now, as a skinny little kid with those beautiful eyes huge in her face as she babbled that they were ready for him to rehearse. She’d been so cute then, and he’d chatted her up a bit between the rehearsal and the concert, but then Jagged had come to the boat and everything had come out, and his whole life had been turned upside down, and he hadn’t seen her again. “Wow,” he breathed. “You’ve come a long way.”   

“So have you,” Marinette pointed out, giving him a hint of that cheeky smile she had turned on Jagged. “You’re a big rock star now.” 

“Oh, well I...yeah,” Luka slumped his shoulders a little bit, feeling his own face heat a little. “It’s been...well it’s been a trip, that’s for sure.” 

Marinette smiled. “You’re doing great. Are you ready to try again?” 

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Luka said, relaxing back into the reclining pose he’d been in. “Ready when you are.” 

“Okay.” She got up. “Hey Vincent?” 

Luka watched her, still marvelling that this confident little dynamo was the stuttering, blushing girl he’d met way back then. 

Well. She still blushed, he thought to himself with a smirk. 

“All right, we’re ready, Luka,” Marinette called, walking to a point off to his left. “Just like we talked about.” She played the song again, and Luka closed his eyes, getting into the music. Then he lifted his head and looked at Marinette, and she smiled. “Go, Vincent,” she said. “Just keep your eyes on me, Luka.”

Not a problem at all. The rest of the photo shoot was easier. Occasionally Marinette moved, directing Luka’s gaze to a different spot, while Vincent clicked away. Luka had long since stopped listening to the music she played. For one thing, he had a new song taking shape in his head...and for another, it was getting increasingly easier to look at Marinette like she was the girl of his dreams. 

Marinette was thrilled with the outcome of the photo shoot as she stood over Vincent’s shoulder, watching him click through the proofs. She knew immediately which series she would be using. The pose where Luka was half-reclined, looking off camera with an enraptured, expectant expression. He held one of the broken arrows in his hand, the point against his heart, ready to stab himself with his own arrow if it meant finding love again. She’d add wings made of light in post that would look electric against the dark background. She would darken the pale sky blue on the outside of the dark area she had painted to something that harmonized with Luka’s dyed hair, and then she would add a light source here for Psyche’s lamp…

It would be perfect. Not exactly like her sketch thanks to Lila’s sabotage, but just as good, if not better. She nodded in satisfaction, and went to tell Luka they had what they needed. 

He was hovering nearby, his shirt back on but only half buttoned. 

“You did great,” she told him, smiling. “I think we got everything we need. I’ll have the proofs in by the end of the week, but as long as you’re satisfied then I can say it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” 

“Thanks,” Luka said, ruffling his hair as she was sure he’d been itching to do since the whole thing started. Most of it fell right back into place, stiff with product. He raised his eyebrows slightly. “So do you actually work for me, or…” 

“I work for Jagged most of the time,” Marinette replied, already checking her schedule on her phone for the next thing she had to do. “I suppose you could say I’m on retainer with him in a way. I work directly for him on his personal looks and concert gear when he needs me, and the rest of the time I run my own business. I’m not affiliated with the label unless Jagged brings me in for a project like this as an independent consultant.” She gestured vaguely, indicating the shoot. “So today, technically I work for Bob Roth,” both of them made a face, “But Jagged calls the shots.” 

Luka nodded slowly, and then ducked his head a bit, hunching his shoulders so he didn’t tower quite so far over her. “Well then. First let me say that Jagged said he’d kick me off the tour if I upset you.” Marinette gasped and Luka chuckled. “He told me that he could make another son but he’d never find another designer like you, and having met you now I completely agree with him.” Marinette sputtered, having no idea how to respond to that, and to her embarrassment Luka chuckled through his nose at her. “Okay now I really believe you’re that Ma-ma-marinette.” Marinette pouted, folding her arms as Luka continued. “I’m just telling you this because I want to make sure you know there’s no pressure on you for what I’m about to ask, and if you say no I won’t breathe a word about it ever again. Okay?”

Marinette blinked. “Okay.”

“So...with that said, I’d really like to take you out sometime. Would you go on a date with me, Marinette?” Luka grinned, and it wasn’t at all like the rock star smirk he wore for his fans. It was sweet and hopeful and more like the boy from the boat than anything Marinette had seen since that day so long ago, when he’d teased her gently and played music just for her. She’d never forgotten that day and his kindness and she’d been happy to see him doing so well as he followed his dreams. 

Marinette found herself smiling back at him. “I’d um...I’d be open to that, if Jagged’s okay with it. You might not be my boss but you’re still the boss’s son, and…” She shrugged helplessly.

“I get it,” Luka smiled. “You’re a professional, I know that.” He raised his chin slightly to look over her head. “Hey, Dad!” he called. Marinette’s eyes widened and she turned around to see Jagged poking his head back into the studio. “Can I date Marinette?” 

“Oh God,” Marinette whispered, anticipating Jagged’s reaction. 

“Just wait until we announce our engagement,” Luka chuckled as Jagged’s whoop carried across the studio, the man himself barreling towards them. 

Marinette looked back at him in surprise. “You’re sure of yourself.” 

Luka’s grin only widened. “I’m sure about you. Pick you up at eight tomorrow?”

Marinette managed a weak “O-okay,” and then Jagged was on them, and nobody else got a word in edgewise for quite some time.

[lancermylove]

Hybrid 2: Confession (Oneshot)

Fandom: FFVII

Pairing: Vincent x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hi~ Still the same idea 😆 oneshot Vincent x hybrid reader plz. She take him to an ancient ice temple that used to belong to her mom. At night, they have to stay at there bcoz of a snowstorm. He took up the courage to confess his feelings for her in front of the fireplace :3

A/N: Sure thing~. Hope you like it! :D

Word Count: 2,093

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Your daily strolled through the city was usually peaceful, but today you heard a group of females squealing in a nearby alley. Their voices did not indicate they were in trouble, so what were they screaming about? As you got close, you noticed a tall pale man cloaked in crimson surrounded by females of various ages.

"Mister, are you a vampire? You look like one," a younger girl spoke with her hands on her cheeks.

"He has to be a vampire. I mean look at that pale skin, red eyes, and cloak," a slightly older woman giggled as she fanned herself with her hand, "do you also have fangs?"

'Vampire? Do these ladies think all vampires look the same? How stereotypical.' You shook your head, but an amusing thought crossed your mind. 'What if I told these women I was a vampire from my father's side? Would they believe me?'

You continued to ponder until your eyes landed on the crimson-eyed man. For a second, the aura around him caught you off guard; he was neither human nor vampire. What was he then?

His eyes shifted towards you, and though he displayed no expressions, you could sense his discomfort. Feeling sorry for him, you unleashed your mental manipulation powers on the fangirls surrounding him. Within a matter of minutes, the women left the alley in a complete daze.

The raven-haired man stared at you for a few seconds before lightly nodding his head as a show of gratitude. You smiled at him and rested on hand on your hip.

"Funny that those women assume all vampires have red eyes, pale skin, and wear cloaks." ----

After that day, you kept running into the mysterious man but only exchanged nods. You were curious about him and wanted to speak to him but hesitated every time. You finally got your chance when you found him with an injured blonde man. 

"Mind if I take a look at your injury?" You said, cautiously walking towards them as not to alarm them. 

Vincent was leaning against a tree with his arms folded and the bottom of one of his shoes pressed against the wooden trunk, knee jutting out. He opened his eyes upon hearing your voice and watched you intensely. 

Once you examined his injury, you cast a healing spell on it, and in a flash, the gash vanished without a trace. 

"Thank you," Cloud mumbled, "but why did you help me?" 

"A friend of a friend is also my friend," you chuckled, gazing at the raven-haired man. Vincent was stunned to hear you refer to him as a friend. The blue-eyed male thanked you again and nodded at Vincent before making his way back to the city, leaving the two of you alone. 

"I do think of you as a friend, but I don't even know your name yet." Stepping close to him, you interlocked your fingers behind your back and leaned your head a little closer to him. "So, Mr. Mysterious, what is your name?" 

He studied your face with his piercing eyes and mumbled under the collar of his cloak, "Vincent." 

"Nice to meet you, Vincent. My name is (Y/N). So have your dear fans been bothering you lately?" 

He shook his head once and closed his eyes again. You took this chance to examine his sharp features and smiled, "You don't like talking much, do you? Well, you may not like talking much, but I get a feeling that you're a great listener. For that reason alone, I like you." 

His eyes shot open when he heard the words 'I like you'. Most people are afraid of him and chose to maintain their distance, so hearing those words was a foreign concept to him. Vincent stared at the back of your head as he watched you walk away. He couldn't help but question who you were and why he sensed such a vast power from you. 

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The two of you met more and more, but it was the same each time, you talked and he listened. Whenever you asked questions, he gave short answers, but even then, something about him attracted you. You started to wonder if you were falling for your mysterious friend. 

It was Valentine's Day, the one day of the year most couples or individuals in love eagerly awaited. You were no exception as you walked towards your usual meeting spot with Vincent, but this time with a red rose in hand. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Vincent." You sat next to your friend and held the flower out towards him, "for you." 

He took the flower from your hand as if it were made out of glass. Leaning closer to him, you pressed your lips on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on his pale skin. His visage remained unfazed but his muscles tensed at your unexpected action. 

For a while, you spoke to him under the assumption that he was listening to your words, but Vincent's mind was preoccupied with the memories of his past. He loved Lucrecia with all his heart, but she repeatedly hurt him; even then, he continued loving her. He tried in vain to save her, but his failure haunted him to this very day. What if history repeats itself? What if you get hurt as well? What if he can't save you? 

Realizing that Vincent was lost in thought, you stayed quiet and stared at the floral landscape in front of you. 'Wonder what he is thinking so deeply about. Did something happen?' 

"I have to go on a mission," Vincent broke the silence, much to your shock, "and will not return for a month."

"Oh, I see," you mumbled, "good luck on your mission." 

The thought of not being able to see him for a month caused a sharp pain to shot through your chest. A realization finally hit you - you do like him. 

"I will be waiting for you," you gave him a soft smile, "so come back soon, okay?" 

Vincent's eyes narrowed a bit at your word as the uneasy feeling within him grew stronger. He wasn't sure how to feel anymore. 

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You crossed off each day on the calendar, impatiently waiting for his return. Despite your desire to see him, a fear lurked deep down in your mind. 'What if he doesn't like me?'

You had a feeling that Vincent knew about you not being a human, but you feared he would not accept the truth about your parents. The feeling was eating away at you, and for this reason, you wanted him to return soon.

On the 30th day, you waited for him on top of your favorite hill overlooking a field of flowers. A wide grin formed on your lips when you felt a gust of cold air hit your back.

"Welcome back, Vin," you turned to face him, your smile only growing wider, "say, do you anything important planned for the day?"

He shook his head, prompting you to continue, "Then I want to take you to a place that's special to me."

Upon arriving at the ice temple, Vincent scanned the grand entrance and the surrounding area, completely unaffected by the below zero temperature. You led him towards the center of the monument, stopping at several locations to explain certain designs, statues, and images carved into the ice walls. Vincent found the temple to be intriguing and had he still been his old self, he would have wished to study the place in great detail.

At the heart of the temple stood a massive ice monument of a graceful and delicate woman, holding a tall staff in her left hand. Her long cloak flowed behind her, her hair was hidden inside a wide-brimmed hat, and her dress danced above her knees.

"This statue is of...my mother," you whispered in a shaky voice, "she was a powerful ice witch who always looked out for people around her. One day, as she journeyed through a forest, she came a vampire. They fell in love...and well, here I am."

The entire time your eyes remained on the ice sculpture, not wanting to see Vincent's expression. After a moment of silence, you gathered all your strength and faced him, but to your shock, he was unperturbed.

"Y-You are not afraid of me?" You questioned with wide eyes.

"I have no reason to fear you."

His words lifted the pent-up apprehension that had been building up inside you since the day he left for his mission. The corners of your lips tugged up as thanked him under your breath.

"Hm?" You snapped your head in the direction of the entrance, "An ice storm is brewing outside. It may be dangerous for us to head home. Is it alright if we spend the night here?"

After Vincent gave his approval, you led him to a hidden room, "This was one of my favorites places when I was a kid."

In one corner of the room sat three cream-colored Bergere armchairs, each decorated with gold accents. Next to the sitting area, stood a tall bookshelf coated with faded off-white paint. In the center of the room was a large and simple beige rug with a glass table sitting in the middle. On the other end of the room, sat three stone steps leading to a stone fireplace with a cream-colored rug in front.

You made your way to the fireplace to start a fire, knowing the temperature would drop once the ice storm began. "I am sorry...the snowstorm patterns are unpredictable."

Vincent took a seat beside you, and the two of you sat quietly watching the flames dance. The room was silent, except for the occasional crackling of the fire and gusts of wind hitting the outer walls of the temple.

Much to your surprise, the cloaked man started speaking in a low voice, "I am certain you have sensed that I am not human. Are...you afraid of me?"

You shook your head and smiled, "No, I also have no reason to fear you. Why do you ask?"

An expression of hesitation flashed in his usually unreadable eyes, and though he was not looking at you, you sensed his feeling due to your witch power, empathy.

After a bit, Vincent spoke again in the same tone, "Many years back, I worked as a Turk for Shinra. Certain...events took place in my life, and the outcome is in front of you."

The room was once again at peace as he gave you a moment to take in his words. The howling of the wind has grown louder since indicating the storm was creating havoc outside.

"I have no faith in love."

His straightforward words struck you deep in your heart and echoed in your mind. Biting down on your lower lip, you dug your fingers into your dress, bracing yourself for the pain that was about to follow.

"In this one month, I have come to a realization." Vincent's voice sounded gentler than usual, "it is difficult to spend a day without you."

You shifted your eyes to him and stared at him with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of his encrypted words. You waited for him to say more, but he kept his lips sealed, his eyes never leaving the fireplace.

"Vincent...do you...love me?" You asked still in shock, forcing the words out of your throat. He nodded, but this time he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.

Tears streamed out of your wide eyes, rushing down your cheek as you pressed the flats of your right palm to your mouth. Your heart pounded wildly against your chest, your head spinning a little from the sudden rush of excitement. This was the happiest moment of your life, a moment you never expected to arrive.

Vincent extended his hand to your face and wiped away your tears with his gloved hand. You got on your knees and threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. He smelled rather pleasant and calming.

"I love you too, Vincent," a smile danced on your lips as you confessed your feelings for him. Hearing your words, he encircled an arm around your lower back, pulling your body closer to him and sitting you between his legs.

For the rest of the night, neither one of you said anything and continued to stay in each other's embrace. Vincent watched you sleeping peacefully in his arms and made a promise to himself.

"I lost her, but I won't lose you."

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