#voice of a mastermind;OOC

[soulsbetrayed]

//anyone want a random starter?

[soulsbetrayed]

@phntasmgoria

thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw

[areislol]

being transported into their world

►— pairings. honkai star rail men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing really, not proof read 🙅🏻‍♀️, caelus is the trailblazer, romantic but you can see it was platonic if you want to! girls in the astral express are mentioned for a bit, i mentioned both dan heng and imbibitor lunae so don't mind that! mentions of self attempt/bodily harm for blade, boothill is ooc probably, spoilers of penacony quest, skipping herta space station (will be mentioned in other chapters though!), sahau (self aware honkai au)

►— synopsis. their beloved creator, the one who created many worlds, including theirs, had yet to return after thousands of years. but lately, they've been experiencing strange things, feeling like a heavenly, divine figure loomed over them. could it possibly be their one and only creator?

►— a/n. i've been thinking about a self-aware au but a honkai star rail version for a couple of weeks now after my reverse isekai'd genshin sagau series. also this may be a bit biased towards dang feng (imbibitor lunae) because uh i like him, maybe you can tell?

►— wordcount. 4.5k

part 2

for days they've felt uncomfortable, well, slightly. it only began to happen a couple of months ago when they felt as if something, no... someone was controlling their every movement and choice.

during their adventures, they felt an unsettling sensation creep upon them like a shadow in the night—a feeling of being watched, of a presence looming over their every move.

the presence was overwhelming, their body would stiffen, and they felt as if something like a heavy, invisible blanket was casted upon them.

at first, the passengers in the astral express dismissed it as mere paranoia, attributing it to the heightened tension of their journey or maybe the warping effects in the train. but as days passed and the sensation persisted, they couldn't shake off the unnerving feeling that they were not alone, that someone or something was observing their every action.

at times, they would catch fleeting whispers carried by the wind, faint voices that echoed in the corners of their minds. yet, despite their efforts, they could never make out the words, the words slipping through their grasp like elusive dreams.

as the feeling grew more pronounced, thoughts began to gnaw at their consciousness. who or what could possibly be speaking to them? why is it that every now and then they would feel a sudden boost and surge of power?

they knew deep down that the only being in the universe could make them feel that was,it could be no other than their creator.

the mere thought that their creator was dropping hints of their arrival was exciting. and only when the astral express crew noticed how each and every one of them felt the same exact things—looking around the moment they heard a voice, their body in sync as they tensed up... it was all too coincidental not to notice.

as they talked with one another and pieced the puzzle pieces together, using the information they found along the way travelling to each region, it all became clear.

it was a pivotal moment in their journey, the truth was revealed. in a flash of realization, they discovered that the presence they felt, the elusive voice they heard, was none other than their creator—the architect of their existence, the mastermind behind their trials and tribulations.

dan heng, himeko, welt, march and caelus had a hunch that it was their beloved creator, it couldn't be anyone else. everything added up, everything made sense. they acted like mad scientists, scurrying to their rooms and digging around every nook and cranny of their room, finding any evidence and papers that mentioned you, the creator.

as they all met up back on the train they carefully placed each and every newspaper and article about you. they had to make sure that it was really you. some of the articles that dan heng bought were from way back, thousands of years ago, he refused to tell anyone where he had gotten them from.

"in the vast expanse of the universe, where time flowed like a meandering river and galaxies danced in an eternal cosmic ballet, there existed a being unlike any other—a being known simply as a creator. born out of the primordial chaos, the creator was a solitary entity who traversed the endless void, seeking purpose in a universe devoid of meaning.

for millennia, the creator roamed the expanse, witnessing the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies. yet, amidst the vastness of space and time, the creator found itself consumed by an overwhelming sense of ennui, a profound boredom that gnawed at their very essence.

then, the creator embarked on a journey of creation—a quest to fill the void with worlds of its own design, to sculpt realities from the raw clay of the cosmos. with a mere thought, the creator breathed life into barren planets, adorned them with oceans and mountains, and populated them with a myriad of creatures both strange and wondrous.

as creator delved deeper into their newfound passion, they discovered a love for the act of creation—a love that transcended time and space, a passion that ignited a fire within its soul. with each world it fashioned, each story it crafted, the creator found solace in the act of shaping reality, in the sheer joy of bringing something new into existence.

for six thousand years, the creator laboured tirelessly, weaving tapestries of worlds and galaxies, each one a testament to its boundless imagination and creative prowess. from the smallest blade of grass to the mightiest empires, the creator poured their heart and soul into every facet of creation, infusing each world with a unique charm and character all its own.

yet, amidst the infinite expanse of its creations, the creator remained a solitary figure—a godlike being adrift in a sea of its own making, forever yearning for companionship in a universe devoid of peers. and so, the creator continued their eternal quest, weaving worlds out of boredom and growing a love and passion for creation that would endure for eternity. and we, this universe, was crafted by none other than the creator, the place we call home. it is said that only after six thousand will the creator return to us, to watch over us once more."

the article itself looked worn, it wasn't signed by anyone, and no one knew who wrote it, or how they got the information. but it seemed plausible. millenniums... it has been well over six thousand years, it was about time the creator descended.

they had to be prepared, they had to tell the rest of their friends and families, the world. as much as they would like to keep the information to themselves they knew that you deserved a much better, bigger and more beautiful welcome.

sampo, gepard and luka were more than stunned and nervous, to say the least. their creator... was finally returning back? upon hearing the news from caelus they were sceptical at first, deep down they really wanted to see you in your glory, to finally meet the creator, but at the same time, it was nerve-wracking.

what should they say? what should they do in preparation and celebration? what gifts and offers should they give to you? nothing would do. they were positive that anything they bought, even if it got them in debt, would suffice. you deserved more than a measly couple of dishes and the most delicate and fitting garnets.

it was embarrassing really, their hearts racing as they tried their best to think of what to bring to your feet. but one thing they all had in common was their loyalty to you. if it was their life you wanted then so be it.

sampo is sampo, he was sure that his creator's glory and attractiveness were over the top, he would be sure to compliment you as many times as his mouth could allow, but he was sure that your beauty would be intimidating. no matter your looks your presence was more than enough.

gepard is nervous. his mind is full of "what ifs" and "what should i.." not even his sister can calm him down. every morning and night when he closes his eyes he's anticipating the day his sister barges into his room, yelling that the creator had finally descended. although he isn't quite sure of what to offer you he knows that whenever you need him, whatever you call him for he will be there in less than a minute, by your side or feet if you prefer.

whatever you ask of him, whatever favour you need from, he will never say no.

luka on the other hand is absolutely pumped to meet you! he had heard stories of you when he was a child, and from the stories told by the adults they described you as a kind being, who soon fell in love with the art, beauty and joy of creating. well, their most favourite was creating worlds.

he was absolutely sure that you would be the most kindest, heavenly person he had ever met, what was there to worry about now? luka knew that if he ever laid eyes on you he would fall in love no doubt, he would do anything for you. maybe you would agree to watch his wrestling matches?

jing yuan, blade, imbibitor lunae, and luocha are the most excited of all, sure, everyone is elated to finally meet you with their very own eyes. but them? oh lord... they all believe to be your worshipper, having heard tales of you from their parents, this alone caused them to be awe and love-struck with you.

they were a firm believer in you, you did no wrong in their eyes. all your actions and words were justified. they followed your principles, they made sure to announce their presence every time they came to your altar and placed down the most expensive jewels, dishes and gifts. (they had a shrine of you at home don't worry)

jing yuan was the one of the firsts to get hints that you were finally returning, the divine foresight fu xuan always looked so weary and cautious, but as time grew she began to be more... happy and elated, yet everytime he questioned her she was tense up and smile like it was nothing. and only when he pried did she say that she saw things, saw a blurred face, and heard a voice. "don't be alarmed... i'm here to tell you that.."

he made sure that everyone who worked under him and every prominent person knew of this, he began to make preparations of your arrival, he cancelled all meetings and plans, only focusing on you and your arrival. everything had to be perfect. he had even forgotten about the wanted criminal blade. jing yuan booked the most fanciest restaurant for a month max, he wasn't sure when you were coming, of course, so a month it was.

jing yuan prepared every entertainment and paid the orchestra, he wanted everything to be perfect, even the most minuscule details.

blade's loyalty was and is only for you and only you. he may be cold and stone-hearted (we all know it's false) but if it's you... whatever you ask for he will do it no doubt. he refuses to take orders from a stranger even if it is his friend, but if it's you? say no more. blade knew you were a kind soul, you needed protection from the other so-called "enemies" (he proclaimed it!).

he swore that you saved his life, years ago when everything was tumbling down, when his feelings got the better of him, he tried doing the unthinkable, as he blacked out he suddenly "saw" something.. a beacon of light, it was magical and airy, he tried his best to grasp onto the light but obviously could not.

it floated further and further away, and he followed it, his eyes glued only on the beacon of light. as it stopped moving, so did he, he continued staring at the light as it shrank into a ball, it didn't speak, it didn't look anywhere, it stayed there. suddenly he woke up, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. what was that?

sweat clung to his forehead when jingliu found him, concerned she rushed over to him, he refused to say a single word. he was left perplexed. what was the ball of light? why did he feel so at ease? why did it only appear after he...

he would make it his mission to meet you before the rest do other than the astral express crew and become your bodyguard, even if you deny his offer he will stick with you no matter what. of course, he would respect your boundaries but he knew that you didn't have the heart to deny anyone, especially your creation.

imbibitor lunae absolutely adores you, even if he was reincarnated the memories still pass on. and the tales being told by the grown-ups were famous around his area and still is. from the earliest days of his existence, tales of the creator had woven themselves into the fabric of his consciousness, painting a portrait of a being of boundless kindness and infinite compassion.

as a child, imbibitor lunae had listened with rapt attention to stories passed down through generations, tales of the creator's benevolence and the miracles they wrought upon the world. and in the quiet moments of the night, he would gaze up at the starry expanse above, whispering prayers to the creator, his heart overflowing with admiration and reverence.

when news of the creator's imminent return after six thousand years reached his ears, his heart soared with unbridled joy. in no time he set about preparing for your arrival, pouring his heart and soul into crafting the perfect gifts to present to his divine benefactor.

drawing inspiration from the tales of old, he fashioned intricate trinkets and tokens of his affection, each one imbued with his unwavering devotion and love. amidst the swirling maelstrom of feelings, one thing remained constant: his unwavering love for the creator.

imbibitor swore that once he felt or sensed a sign that would be arriving he would immediately act, he would be the first to meet and lay his eyes on your divine figure. slap him as many times as you want if you found it rude, he would only thank you.

luocha, despite remaining calm and composed on the outside, internally, he was freaking OUT. luocha found himself grappling with a myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions. on one hand, he felt a profound sense of excitement at the prospect of meeting the creator, the architect of his existence and the source of all that he held dear.

yet, on the other hand, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of inadequacy, the fear of not being able to live up to your expectations.

his mind raced with a flurry of possibilities. what gifts would you appreciate? what could he offer to express his gratitude and reverence for the being who had breathed life into his world? with each passing moment, the weight of the impending meeting pressed down upon him like a heavy burden, filling him with a sense of anxiety.

despite his inner turmoil, luocha maintained a facade of calm and composure, determined not to let his anxieties show. with a steely resolve, he set about meticulously planning and preparing for your arrival, carefully considering every detail in his quest to find the perfect gift.

he even resorted to asking the children about what gifts he should bring, and yes, they did laugh at him but helped him nonetheless.

from ornate trinkets to rare treasures, luocha spared no effort in his search for the ideal offering, pouring his heart and soul into each carefully chosen item. yet, even as he laboured tirelessly to ensure that everything was perfect, doubts continued to gnaw at the edges of his mind, although one thing was for sure, if you didn't like any of his gifts he wouldn't be upset rather, maybe all you wanted was his whole body and life, and he would not hesitant once to give it up for you.

they all couldn't wait to meet you.

aventurine, sunday, gallagher and boothill are freaking out. horribly. mainly aventurine.. once the news had reached them from the astral express that it was possible (about 98%) that you were the comet arriving in a week... oh boy were they NERVOUS. everything HAD to be perfect. they had everything to thank you for, during their life and death situation they were lucky enough to survive—thanks to you.

it was only natural to return the favour, you created them, their personality, their arms, legs, their body, you sculpted their face, you made them. you made the very world they live in right now, the world they call home... they were sure you were by their side, making them make the right decisions and the right thing. aventurine? oh, the amount of MONEY he will spend buying everything he thinks you'd like, the fanciest, most elegant and most expensive shoes, clothing and accessories. he would rent out an entire week or months of work at a restaurant if you'd like to dine alone or with a couple of people. he knows his luck is a part of him, he can only pray that he'll meet you first with his luck.

sunday... just the sound of your name makes him tear up. he could've sworn that one time you spoke to him, your other-worldly echoing voice speaking to him directly about the loss of his dear sister. and here he stood in his room, looking out the window, and in the far distant a light shimmering as it swiftly dived down. a shooting star. he knows that with everyone getting the news they're all aiming to be the first to meet you, and trust me, he does want to meet you FIRST. the second you land he'll be there right with you and guiding you to safety—penacony.

but first, he must pinpoint where exactly you'll land. and with his power and influence he will most definitely try his best to find you and be sure to hide you from everyone else... he needs you, desperately.

gallagher and boothill have exactly the same thoughts. to present themselves good to you and spend every minute and second with you. but with everyone gossiping and spreading rumours about your arrival it's hard to be unique. everyone wants to be with you, everyone wants your favour. but they could never worship you as much as them. they had dreamed of this moment, it seemed unreal to meet their own creator but nonetheless, they clung to their hope and boy did it not go to waste.

boothill basically pauses any mission he needs to complete, that can wait. you are eternal. he's practically on edge with the fact that at any moment the comet would crash through and there you'd be, dozing peacefully.. like an angel. he won't hesitate to cause some trouble or initiate some violence if it means that they don't get to see you first.

gallagher on the other hand tries to stay hidden and in the shadows. of course, he'd like to meet you face to face but with the feeling of an overwhelming and looming divine presence, it's all too much. and if that's too much then what would he feel when you stand right before him? he's like an overprotective dog, fiercely loyal and clingy. even if you can't spot him he'll be right there, lurking and watching.

dr. ratio and argenti are absolutely and 100% loyal and would do EVERYTHING in their power to meet you, even a glance would do, anything to feed their curiosity and desperate need to know the creator. so when they get wind that you were supposedly descending down... they freeze on the spot, their breath hitches as their eyes widen. could it really be?

dr. ratio was always a curious boy, and he has you to thank for giving him consciousness and the opportunities to venture out and earn knowledge and eventually spreading his knowledge to his students (preaching i guess you can say). he's a bit biased when it comes to talking about you to his friends or students, and speaking your name in a more positive light, not that anyone minds, if anything they agree!

although he isn't much of a gifter or "i'll spend my money on you" he's more of a "anything you want just tell me". if you told him to drop his precious books to come and tend to your needs he would do it in a heartbeat.

to argenti you are the standard and epitome of "beauty". the beauty he has been searching for his entire life. he intends to shower you with compliments and roses freshly picked by hand unless you're allergic or not a fan of flowers, fear not! compliments should do! be ready to be bombarded with such positivity, compliments and gifts from the knight of beauty.

anything you wish for he will try his utmost best to get it done perfectly and quickly. "your hair looks so pretty like this..." say no more, he will always style it and keep it exactly like that! "my feet feel so sore from all the walking" ?!!? why is his dear walking anyway!?!? don't worry, he'll massage it for you! "ugh all this work is making me tired" move aside, let him do the honours!!

It was a long ride home from work, you were currently in an almost empty bus, glancing over the top of your phone you read the time. 11 P.M.

Was it that late already? You knew this office job would be the death of you. You never wanted to work at a place like this, the cubicle life bored you and it was just so... depressing. That was the only way to describe it.

You decide to pass the time by playing your all-time favourite game: Honkai: Star Rail. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you began to grind relics and exp for an upcoming character. It definitely worked in keeping you busy and awake as time passed by slowly.

All was well, everything was fine. You had everything planned in your head. Get home as soon as possible, take a nice warm and rejuvenating shower, get five hours of sleep, go back to work and repeat.

The more you thought about your daily routine the more you realised how depressing it was, but what could you do? That job was the only one that was hiring and had average pay and things like that are rare, especially when you decided to live in the city which was your first mistake.

You were barely getting by in the city, the crime rate increased, there were more breaks in, pickpocketing and murder. But despite all of that you decided to rent an apartment where it was less populated, the rent in the heart of the city was way too high.

Pushing all those thoughts and information aside you let out a defeated sigh, leaning your head on the window as you continued to tap away on your phone.

If only life went just a little bit easier on you.

Everything was fine. The silence was comfortable and the low, soft rumble of the engine kept you awake, until a loud deafening crash jolted the bus, sending people flying and falling onto the ground.

Letting out a scream you grabbed onto whatever you could to keep you steady—the head of the chair in front of you. Although it didn't do a good job of keeping you still you couldn't care less, because as you lifted your head, your eyes caught something massive charging straight at you, and before you could react, a blinding light engulfed you, followed by an eerie silence.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself tightly packed against something dark and rocky. Just great! Something had happened to the bus and knocked you out.

You looked around, it was pure blackness, like a void. Maybe this was what happened after death... Out of all things and especially the time too!

Feeling confused and scared you try to move your body to shift into a more comfortable position but due to the lack of space, you could barely even move an inch.

Suddenly, a crack was heard. And you froze.

Then another crack, and another, the darkness began to crack and splinter and not long after half of the egg-shaped looking ball broke in half as it fell to the side.

Shards of obsidian-like material fractured and scattered around. A large amount of dust, and shiny glitter-like specs flew everywhere, it was extremely dusty.

Unfortunately, you inhaled the smoke, coughing and sputtering, you waved their hand in front of your face, trying to dispel the particles as you squinted against the harsh light that slipped through the smoke.

As the dust settled and the steam dissipated, your surroundings gradually came into focus. You found yourself in front of... one, two, three, four, and... five.... wait.. what?

Right before you stood four male figures (with the other seemed to have a more feminine build), male figures that looked awfully familiar to you for some odd reason, just why was that?

You were confused and curious as you surveyed your surroundings, realizing that maybe this was death? You would've never guessed that "life" after death would look like this. It was very.... interesting.

The buildings that surrounded you were intricate and otherworldly. Dazzling celestial landscapes and luminescent structures piqued your interest as you slowly and carefully stepped out of what you assumed was a shell.

Its' architect and infrastructure reminded you of something, it seemed nostalgic—as if you've seen this exact building before. The more you observed and watched, your eyes tracing every precise curve and detail of the buildings your heart began to pick up its pace.

Your eyes searched every corner and inch, and finally, it landed back on the five figures you had spotted before and it wasn't until you caught sight of familiar faces that you were certain that you had to be hallucinating somehow after death.

There, standing in a circle, were figures that you could hardly believe were real: Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, and Bronya. It was unmistakably them.

Their presence, their unmistakable aura of reverence, left you no doubt.

They watched you, their gazes filled with awe and admiration as if you were the embodiment of some long-awaited prophecy (and in this case, it was).

You were in disbelief. Disbelief that you had somehow been transported into the very game they were playing moments ago, but now they were tangible, real.

It was a long silence, it was both comfortable and uncomfortable with their longing gaze. You remained still as you checked around your surroundings once again before settling your eyes back on the group of people.

At your gaze they felt a shiver down their spine, and the hair on their skin stood up.

"W—Who are you guys?!" You yelled, narrowing your eyes to see if it was truly the characters from the game you adored.

Dan Heng's breath hitched at the sound of your booming voice, your voice... it was just like how they described what you would sound like in the carved stones and ancient scrolls.

The more he stared at you the more he wanted to come to you, to kneel down at your feet and profess how long he has been waiting for this moment.

With his eyes trained on your figure, he steps closer, Gepard notices and swiftly stops him from moving any further with his arm. Dan Heng looks to his side, confusion strewn on his face.

Not a single word was spoken yet with a stern gaze and the shake of a head, Dan Heng understood. Now was not the right time.

Minutes passed by in complete and utter silence, it unnerved you. Why were they so quiet? So watchful?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the silence was broken just with a couple words.

"We have been awaiting your arrival, Your Gracefulness."

note: after 5 months WOW. i've been so busy with things i haven't had the time to really sit down and work. I'm so sorry everyone!

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[mysinsforventi]

~💜~ If I'm your truth, can you be my lie? ~💜~

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dom! Lyney x sub! f. reader

(reader ISN'T traveler!!)

+ 18 (minors DNI!!!) (all characters in this are adults!)

(This was written before 4.1 release! Characters are not canon! Just my AU!)

Warnings:

(THERE IS A LOT!!): not canon (ooc), a bit of arlecchino x lumine at the end (just minor) , angst, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, gaslighting, pedophile noble man, drugging minors, kidnapping, trauma, death/ murder, lying , self hatred, betrayal, anxiety, depression, identity issues, anger issues, rough sex, nipple/clit clips, anal sex, vibrator, double penetration, master-kink, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, name-calling, discrimination, spanking, a bit voyeurism?, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex both, fingering, reader crying (out of pleasure), hickeys, bitemarks, possesive behavior, obsession, fatui lyney, bit yanderer lyney, (let me know if I forgot something!!)

About:

As lumine's & paimon's travel companien you had the luck of seeing a lot of things, meeting a lot of people. There was never a time you were not grateful for beeing so close with the legend traveler. That all changed after entering fontain. Fontain the nation of justice. It changed you forever. All because a special magican boy has his eyes on you. Showing a huge amount of interest in you.

Neither of you knew, you were all just puzzle pieces of a much bigger game. Well one person knew.. or is it all just a lie? Then what is the truth? Can you be HIS truth? After all he is YOUR lie. Will the traveler lose another important person or win another good friend? Who is the mastermind behind these events? Who is 'the knave' really? Who is betraying who?

Blinded by a lie you try to find the truth. What a great magic trick. Creating a lie for you. Actually you were blinded by the truth, trying to find a lie..

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(I noted were the nsfw part starts and where it ends, because the ff is so long! ♡ )

(Another fanfic I'll go to hell for! I'm acutally very proud of this one lmao! Please enjoy~♡)

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Fontain, the nation of justice. Lumine and paimon, your best friends and you just arrived here. You had overcome many difficulties since your first days in mondstadt. So you walked with confindence along the habor of fontain. Yet neither of you had any idea that this would be your last journey together. That the nation of justice would take something else from the traveler. The only hope, besides her good friend paimon, she still had left. What tragedy..

"I heard that here in fontain they use all kind of different machines!", paimon explained, floating infront of the both of you. You looked at the huge waterfall and smiled amazed, "What a sight!! Did you ever see something like this on your travels lumine?", you asked curiously, looking over at your friend. The traveler nodded her head as she smiled, "One time there was a huge waterfall that moved backwards. The people used to keep whales as their pets and ride on them~", lumine explained while giggeling to herself. "W-WHALES??", paimon asked shocked. You glared at lumine, "You are messing with me right?!", as you laughed. "What?! And paimon trusted you!!", your floating friend pouted, stumping her foot in the air. This made all of you laugh, "noo the betrayal!!~~", you added in a dramatic voice and laughed more.

After you calmed down you decided to talk to a girl looking into the water for a while. Scared she would jump in. "Are you alright?", paimon asked the girl. "Huh? Oh! Yes I'm fine, thanks for asking!", the girl said, continueing to stare into the water. "We don't mean to bother you it's just you looked worried so we wanted to ask if everything is okay?", paimon tried again. "Please don't jump! This might be weird coming from a stranger but it's not worth it!", you added, looking worried, mentally getting ready to jump in after her.

The girl finally turned around to you, "I wasn't going to jump. There is no reason to worry. I was just looking at a hill were my brother and I played as kids", she said, smiling a bit softly at you before going back to this emotionless expression of hers. Did she just smile? No you must be seeinh things, all this way through the dessert must've messed with your head.

"Well hello there, I don't think we had the pleasure of meeting yet? Are you lynettes new friends?", a boy, looking very much the same as the girl asked, walking towards us. "No we just wanted to ask if everything is okay and got to talking", you answered with a smile, "even tho we don't got what she was saying..", paimon added, lumine nodded with a gently smile. "Mhh I see thats odd. Usually lynette never talk much, especially not with strangers. The only one she ever talks is with me. I'm lyney and thats my sister lynette~", the boy, lyney said with a bright smile on his lips. "Nice to meet you lyney and lynette, I'm y/n, the travelers companien", you said, "paimon is paimon and thats the traveler", she smiles at the twins before us.

"Y/n what a magical name..", lyney laughed and looked in your eyes with a soft gaze. You smiled back and giggeld, "Thank you lyney, your name reminds me of sugar, it sounds sweet~". Lyney blushed at that and coughed. This made lynette laugh quietly. You giggled as lumine and paimon just hit their hand on their heads.

Back then you didn't even realise how much impact this moment had. This interaction between all of you. The soft gaze, the warm, charming smile, the sweet words leaving his mouth that lyney gave you. The caring looks, the short, happy smiles, the purring that lynette gave you. You had no idea what that would mean in the future..

"The opera house? Sure let's go there later I just have to take care of something here first", lyney said, looking at the traveler with a smile.

Would you look at that.. it's not the same smile he gives you. You never noticed... He always treats you different from the travler somehow?? Not that you were jelaous but you never noticed this fact about lyney. Does he do this with all people? You wondered.

You all walked towards the aquabus. It was such a nice view from up here. The aquabuses looked so cool. Music was ringing through some speakers. You listened to it as you sat on the aquabus, waiting for it to move. The song was an interesting one. Yet sadly you couldn't understand the whole lyrics of it. But it went something like this:

//

… I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

… I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls.

//

"Do you like this song?", lyney sat down next to you, blocking your view of the speakers. A warm smile on his face. You nodded, "It sounded good. I just wished I could've understood the lyrics some more but it echeos here so much haha", you giggeled, looking at lyney. He laughed to and pulled a card from his sleeve only to show it to you, "Sometimes the deeper you look the less enjoyable something gets my dear. Try to enjoy the song for the melody not for it's meaning. Happiness suits you better then a confused stare~", with that the magican threw the card into the air only to make a rose appeare. "Look what I have here for you~ So that what was hiding in my hat~", lyney gave the rose to you and smiled.

You paused as your eyes widened. Thanks to your boyfriend lyney you knew all cards and what the meant. Back then you couldn't have noticed but now.. the card that he showed you was a reversed magican!  The reversed magician is a master of illusion. The magic that he performs is one of deception and trickery. You may be lured in by the showmanship of his arts, but behind that there may be an intention to manipulate for selfish gain...

Why did he show you this card? Has it something to do with the song you heard?

Looking at all the pictures of your photos together you still didn't think lyney was the murderer. Someone else must've framed him! You stood up as you walked outside of your teapot room, "lumine? I couldn't find anything either! I really don't think lyney would do such a thing you know!..", you sounded sad, upset. The traveler came to you to hug you, "We will prove your boyfriends innocence y/n! Don't worry okay?~", she smiled caressing your back. It has been almost 2 months since lyney and you were official dating. Yet it felt like two days since you two met. It is crazy. But you are so in love with him, your feelings for him were strong. So of course you would help him if he was accused of murder and had to stand trail! Lyney is a innocenct, good soul!

Or at least so you thought..

~ 💜 ~ The Trail ~ 💜 ~

You sit there, in the court, in the crowd, watching lyney's trail. Even if you just started dating not to long ago, you didn't believe a single thing that was said against him. Lyney was a kind soul, he would never do, such things! That was what you thought in the beginning of the trail. But now.. you weren't so sure anymore.. are you hurt? Is it the shock? You looked to your traveler friend, lumine. She seemed shocked as well, even more than you. For her it must be even worse than for you..

"Aren't you, mr lyney & you, mrs lynette both part of the house of the hearth?!", furina, the hydro archon just asked. A question that didn't really wanted to click in your head. Lyney? House of the hearth? Fatui? Bad person? There was so much going on in your head, yet your mind was completly blank. What did this mean?

After a few seconds you understood. You understood very well. But.. it has to be a missunderstanding right? Lyney would never..

"Answer my question mr. lyney!", the chief justice, nevieultte asked. Silence. You looked up to lyney, hoping to see a look of shock on his face. But there wasn't.. It looked more like.. guilt? Sadness? Maybe both? Clearly he feels bad that people think that way about him right? Poor lyney he really doesn't deserve this! "Yes your honor, it's the truth!", lyney answered with a serious look on his face.

Your breath stopped for seconds. The same words echoed in your mind. It is true? How did you never notice? Did he use you to get to know the traveler better? You looked up to your friend, lumine. She also looked down to you. Her face said it all.. hurt, disappointed, sad for you. But lumine quickly realised by just looking at you that you didn't know either.

Your heart hurted. Was it all just a lie? Maybe he never liked you.. it was all just a 'script' as furina put it? Actually you didn't know why you are so shocked. You kind of suspecte he hid something from you. You guessed right so why the hard feelings? The answer is simple really, because you are blinded by love. You fell right into his charm, into his trap, his illusion. Even now, your heart tells you it will be alright. He is a villain and? He murders people and? He is a liar and manipulator and? You still loved him! You always would no matter who he was or what he will become in the future. Caught in his charming web, no way of escape.

"Mr Lyney & Mrs Lynette are declared NOT GUILTY!!", finally the end of the trial was here. And you smiled, you were so happy. Even if lyney is a fatui at least he didn't hurt someone. Of course you still would ask for an explaination of him later! You still loved him after all, yet your trust issues are sending warn signals in your head through your whole body. Something still doesn't feel quiet right..

Looking up to lumine who just got ready to leave, you wondered, does she sense it too? Something is missing..

As trial ended you rushed over to your friend, lumine. She greated you with a soft hug and pats on the back. Oh.. she knew you were hurt. "Are you alright?", paimon asked, looking worried at you. You nodded while smiling softly, "It's going to be fine.. I'm sure lyney has his reasons! I want to hear his explainatiom first before jumping to conclusions!", you said towards your friends.

Not shortly after lyney & lynette ran after the traveler and you. It felt heartbreaking to see the way your friend acted towards the twins. Yet she had every reason to do so. After all she almost embarrassed herself infront of the hydro archon who maybe had information on her brother. Why would the hydro archon tell a criminals helper anything? Right?..

Still it hurted your soul to see the traveler leaving like that, "I'll see you later then!", lumine said to you as she left the opera house. So she DID sense it too! She knew something is off..

"Love, can we talk?", lyney asked you, sadness feeling his shaky voice. He is upset. The travelers reaction made him upset. The question is why.. because of his plans? Or does he really care?..

"Sure, where? Maybe somewhere more privat?", you asked with a gently smile towards the twins. "If it's okay.. would like to come back with us to.. um.. our home?", lyney asked, voice shaky, nervous. Is he scared you won't trust him? That you will say no? "Sure lyney let's go~", you smiled and nodded. There is a slim chance this could be a trap.. but oh well.. it's not like you couldn't fight yourself!

So you went back to the siblings house with them. "Sit down, would you like something to drink?", lyney asked with his usually cheerfull smile, but there was a pitch of sadness in his eyes. Sitting down on his bed you looked at him, "lyney why didn't you tell me?", you asked without taking your eyes from him. It was a honest question. Lyney held still in his movements and sighed, "I'm sorry.. I swear I wanted to! But the timing wasn't right.. I didn't want the traveler or you to hate me because I'm part of the fatui.. not all of us are bad..", lyney explained, looking at you with sorrow in his eyes. He looked upset. But was he upset over the 'script' failing or over their new found bound?

"I don't hate you lyney! I'm just.. upset why you didn't tell me sooner? I'll accept and love you no matter who you are or become!", you said, starting to tear up, "Tell me honestly.. was there a second motive involved as you and lynette approuched the traveler and me?", your voice was shaking as you asked what you feared most. The tears just started to overflow, running down your chin.

Lyney was lost for words. You were hurt and it ripped his heart apart. He never ment for things to be this way. All feelings for you were real and true! As for the traveller.. this was another story. But even if he explained it in detail to you, would you understand? Understand that he did all this just to protect his family, to give lynette finally the live she, no they deserved?! He didn't like the idea of beeing bad one bit. He loves to make people gasp in suprise and see their smiles and laughs. Hurting someone wasn't something he enjoyed, yet for his family he would go through with everything! Would you understand him? Stand by his side?

Lyney leaned in, pulling you in his arms and hugging you tightly. Trying to calm you down. "I know you have no reason to believe me. But all the words I said to YOU, all my feelings and actions for YOU, to YOU were real and came from heart. I showed you a part of me I usually keep hidden away.. the real lyney is a lot more complex and pathetic then the lyney on stage you know.. it's not something you just show everyone..", lyney whispered lost in thought, caressing with one hand gently over your back, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was just so scared.. I'm scared of losing you. If you would give me the chance to explain how things came to be this way.. maybe you will understand the real lyney better?", it was a question to you.

You toke a deep breath while leaning against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Suprisingly it was completly calm. Not a beat was off. Yet his body language spoke a different story. He looked scared, clenching his other hand in his lap to a fist, pressing his theeth together. He looked like he wanted to break down in tears but kept it under control. He hid everything away under this charm, under this cheerfull smiles. Taking his clenching hand in yours you looked up and smiled softly, "Thank you for telling me this lyney! I would love to get to know and love the real lyney, so would you please tell me more about you? I want to believe you! ", you said, kissing his hand with so much love as possible.

Lyney couldn't help but let out a gasp at your words. It felt like a huge burden was taken of off him. His heart was about to shatter in thousends of peaces. He loved you so so much, losing you would be like the sky would fall down, crushing every single shade of light amd hope underneath it. Without thinking he grabbed your hand, pulled you in his arms and hugged you tightly. "Thank you! I'll explain everything and I promise there won't be anymore secrets! I shall empty all my sleves and hat for you!", the magican said, his voice sounding a bit broken.

You hugged him back, gently caressing his back. Trying to calm him down. "I'm listening love~", you whispered, waiting for him to explain. For him to state his reasoning. For him to finally be a step closer to be himself around you. "It all started as lynette and I were still kids. Our parents died as we both were very young..", lyney started. You could tell it wasn't easy for him to talk about this. His breath grew heavier, voice slightly shaking. You toke both his hands in yours as you kissed them gently, "Don't force yourself if you're not ready! Today was a lot going on, we can talk another time love!", you said, worried for your boyfriend. As much as you wanted tl know the truth, your boyfriend's health mattered more to you. "No! I want to tell you this, I want you to understand that I'm not a bad person! J-Just give me some time please..", lyney snapped but sighed right after. He was different. Completly different from the 'lyney' you knew. Or you thought yiu knew. You just nodded and holding his hands in yours, waiting.

After a while lyney continued talking, "Because of our parent's death we were forced to live on the streets. I hated it! Our live was cursed. If it would just be me.. I couldn't have cared less but lynette didn't deserve such a live! It was disgusting, dangerous and I tried everything to get us out of this situation. So we leaned a few magic tricks we saw on the street, it wasn't anything special but it brought us some mora and some reason to live on. But it was far from good. One day a..", lyney stopped, shwalloed hard, clenching his fist, "a noble man came to us. He 'adopted' us, saying we were so talented. In the beginning I thought of it as a blessing. But.. it wasn't. Just another curse that was laid up on us! This noble man brought me to many different partys, festivals, just to grow his power, his social circle. And what better way as to use a young, 'handsome' and talented boy.. Tch!!..", the magican's eyes filled with rage. The grew darker in color and were filled with pure hatred. You never had seen your boyfriend like this.

"Lyney, it's in the past. You are here with me now!", you spoke in a soft voice, kissing his hands while looking at him. Seeing how his gaze grew softer right away. After a few minutes of silence he continued, "He forced me to peform magic on every party, mostly with lynette as my assistent, but more often I started to perform by myself.. he forced me to..", another sign that it was difficult to talk about this situation, your boyfriend sighed and continued, "I shouldn't tell you this. It's horrible but.. you have the right to know as my girlfriend. It will shock you a bit.. and I don't know if you will still like me after this.. so please get ready..", the magican said, hesitating a bit. He looked at the ground, hair falling over his eyes, so you couldn't see him tearing up.

What happened to him? You started to grow upset, thinking to ask your traveler companien, lumine to go and find this man. You know, just paying a visit, saying hello. How dare he make your boyfriend so upset? You sat up, moved out of lyneys arms as you placed your own around him. Pressing him to your chest, caressing his back gently, "Lyney no matter what you tell me it won't change a thing! It is the past! I won't leave you! So if you want to tell me, don't be afraid okay?", you whispered in a sad, warm voice.

Hearing those words meant so much to the magican. "Fine.. Thank you..", lyney continued speaking, "The noble man forced me to perform alone, drink with guests, wear clothes in ways.. that.. were not common for children. He forced me to sleep with rich women, man.. He teached me how to manipulate people.. As a child I thought I had to push through it, just so that lynette had a better live. Later on I started to realise how bad this all was. That it wasn't normal.. The snapping point was as lynette wasn't with me at all. I waited for her back at home but she never came. As I went to ask the noble man where my sister was.. he said... he said.. that one of the man at the party liked her and so he send her over to him as a gift..", lyney finished, his hands shaking, taking deep breathes.

Blood lust, rage, hate. You could feel it. It filled the room. Your own hands were cold, your heart beating fast. What kind of sick jerk?!! You really needed to talk to lumine about this! This bastard will pay!! That was your thoughts, yet you just bit your lip and hugging lyney thighter, kissing his hands.

"Stop this!", lyney all of sudden said. Holding in your tracks you looked shocked. Pulling away from him, "Oh okay.. I'm sorry!", you said a bit sad but worried. He must be very traumatized, you should leave him a bit, you thought. "N-No! Stop beeing angry for me! I can feel it.. the anger. Please don't feel angry.. like you said it's in the past and the noble is already dead!", lyney said, pulling you back into his arms. Making you fall on his lap, you blushed as you tried to sit up. Yet no chance since the magican held you close to him as he continued, "I ran after lynette, storming into the house of the noble. But as I arrived there the noble man was already dead. Father, the knave, arlecchino killed him. Father saved us. Also saving all the other young girls that were found in the basement! Lnyette didn't come to any harm. After this arlecchino made a deal with me, I could live happily with my family in order to follow her. Betrayal shall not happen and everyone would be treated as important. We shall get our freedom back.. I wasn't sure back then, after all I was just betrayed but.. father saved lynette so.. I ended up agreeing. Everything I do, have done is just for my family!.. Even tho I'm with the fatui at the end of the day I'm still just a brother who wants to protect his sister.." , lyney finished, sighing, looking to you. His eyes grew wide and he suddenly regreted telling you all of this.

You sat there listening to all of it, your heart was clenching in pain. It hurt. You loved lyney and lynette so much. You were hurt for them. What did they do to deserve this? Your hands were cold and shaking, tears running down your cheeks, biting your lip to stay quiet.

"Love.. please don't cry! I can't stand this hurt expression on your face! Look I'm all fine now, lynette is fine too. We have visions now and can protect ourselves! Besides.. we have you!", the magican whispered with a soft smile on his face. A caring smile, a real smile.. his real smile. Your heart jumped, yet you cried even more. Lyney finally for the first time showed you his real smile! This meant so much to you!

"Aghhh.. love.. please stop crying mhh? Look I'll show you something fun!", lyney said, grabbing his cards from the table next to him. "Pull one card! Doesn't matter which one!", lyney said, holding a few card in his hand. You giggled and pulled one, "It does matter does it? Fine I did and now?", you asked rubbing your tears away with the other hand, trying to calm yourself down. "Hold your card so that I can't see it, only you!", lyney said.

You did what he told you. "Now I want you to put this card, without me seeing it back into my hand okay?", your boyfriend said, holding his cards still in the hand. After you followed his request, he shambled the cards, "Now I'll mix them, I'll have no idea what you card was of course. But let my mind read yours, I'll pull your card out of this mixed card deck in a moment! Ready?~", he continued. You looked interested and curious as you nodded. "Is THIS your card?", lyney asked, pulling a card out of his deck. You pouted and giggeled, "Your mind trick didn't work lyney, this isn't my card". "Ohh... I see I wonder where it's hiding then? Mhh.. Oh I can see it clearly in my mind! Love, would you please check under the pillow next to you?", the magican pointed next to you. As you lifted the pillow and your card was underneath it you gapsed, "Noo wayy..". "Ahh see there it was hiding! And was this your card?", lyney smirked, taking back his card. You clapped your hands in excitement, "Yes!! This was amazing! You're so cool lyney!", you giggeld, hugging your boyfriend tightly. "And I'm glad you stopped crying y/n~", lyney smiled, caressing over your cheek.

"From now on I promise YOU, I'll try to be more like my real self and I'll always be honest with YOU!", lyney said, looking into your eyes. You smiled and leaned in to gently place your lips on his, "I know love! I forgive you and I believe you~", you said, kissing him again. Even if you still felt like you overlooked something, like something was missing you quickly dismissed it as he pushed you down on his bed. Kissing you deeper, caging you in between his arms, him now towering above you. The kiss continued until you both were barely able to breath. Then you parted to catch your breath. Your mind was blank, was lyney always such a good kisser? You couldn't remember. As you looked into his eyes all you saw was pure love, his cheeks were red, softly blushing. But his usually smile was gone, he just looked so cold. His eyes spoke another story..

"This is the real me.. without mask, without cheerfull smiles, without many words.. do I make you uncomfortable beeing like this?", lyney asked, looking into your eyes, watching out for any sign of discomfort. "No! You don't lyney! I'm curious to see more of the real you. I'll accept you for who you are, who you want to be!", you stated, hands reaching up to his face, just to cup his cheeks and squish them softly. A smile found it's way to lyney's lips. Soon after it disappeared again as he looked away with a sigh, "Thank you love. That means the world to me! But.. you maybe forgive me but will the traveler ever?..", the magican asked. He looked clearly upset. A sigh left your mouth. Even if you knew lumine pretty well you had no idea what to say. Giving information on her wouldn't do good.

"See.. like I understood your reasons, you have to understand that the traveler has been through a lot too. There is a good amount of bad history between the traveler and the fatui! Giving it's mostly fatui habringers that caused trouble and I'm sure the traveler knows that, eventually not all fatui members are the same. Yet we saw a lot, someone who used their own people as their doorstep, someone who kicked our dear friend brutally in the stomatch, someone who would gladly sacrifice any person along their way of power, someone who threw a whole nation into chaos and tried to drown it, someone who sold delusion illegaly and killed a got friend of ours, a psychopath who kinapped children, expieremented on them and drugged them.. these people were all fatui members. The traveler has been betrayed, hurt, got used so many times.. She probably just snapped..", you explained, looking at lyney. Another sigh left his lips, now looking back at you, "And you? You were there with her! Yet you forgive me? You saw those things too?!", he looked so hurt as he asked this. A smile came to your face, "Because thats the real me! I am me! I am my own person! And the traveler is their own person! The traveler maybe can't forgive you.. but I can! Because I am me!~", you said, looking into his eyes.

(Nsfw starts here~ )

Before you knew it lyney hugged you tightly, hiding his face in your neck, "Y-You can't just say things like this ma cherie~~", the magican stuttert. He got shy right there. Not expecting such an honest answer. Once again you suprised him, proving everything he thought he knew about you wrong. Throwing his mind reading skills under the aquabus. You really were something, he smirked in your neck. If you wouldn't be his girlfriend already he would've asked you to be his again. How much he loved you was actually insane. But that wasn't enough. Kissing and holding you close wasn't enough anymore. Lyney wanted you completly all to himself, he wanted you to be marked as his! Without thinking he leaned hin and sucked on your neck. Leaving a hickey. Then another one, and another one. He continued till your whole neck and shoulders were covered in hickeys and lovebites. Leaning back, panting heavy while admiring his work.

"Please let me show you how much I love you! Let me give you all the pleasure you deserve! Will you let let me take it a few steps further in our realtionship ma cherie?", your boyfriend asked you, serious look on his face, his cheeks called him out tho. He was so embarrassed to ask this. But he needed to know! You blushed yourself, heart beating fast, were you really about to do it? It's not like you were a virgin but thinking about doing such things with your boyfriend, lyney made you feel like one. You had dreamt about situation's like this.. might touched yourself to the thoughts of him taking you. But now, that it's about to become reality, you were actually a bit nervous. You wanted him obviously and you tried to say that but you just opened and closed your mouth like a fish on land. Heart beating out of your chest.

"I'm sorry love.. I got ahead of myself haha~ With your charming looking self it's really hard not to! Forget it ma cherie~ i just-", lyney stuttered, laughed akwardly and wanted to sit up. Noo you were silent for to long!! Aghh, you cursed at yourself inside your mind. The smile.. it looked fake. It was interesting how just now you saw the difference. He is back to his fake-self. Quickly you grabbed lyneys arm to pull him back on top of you as you yelled, "PLEASE FUCK ME!!", in his face above you.

A moment later you let out a loud gasp, holding your hand infront of your mouth. Why did you say it like that? Oh man.. what an embarrassement.. Hiding your face in your hands you waited for his reaction.

Lyney felt disgusting. You both had such an emotional moment and here he was.. semi hard under his pants, mind filled with unholy, sinfull thoughts of you laying under him. Obsessed with the idea to make you completly his. After you didn't answer he felt horrible. Was he about to become like the people he hated the most? Driven by their own sexuell desire not caring about others. He didn't want to be like. But these thoughts were lost the moment you pulled him back, saying the three magic words he never thought would hear from you. Lyney wasn't innocenct, he heard those words a lot, even if most are connected with bad memorys. But hearing you say those words was different! His cock twichted in his pants, only growing in size, geting harder. Damn.. you shouldn't have said that! A chuckle left the magican as he leaned down, stopping right infront of your lips, "Are you sure you can handle me?~", he said with a teasing smirk on his lips.

You held your breath has lyney leaned in, blushing hardly at his words. This damn tease..

"Why don't you test it out? I want all of you!~", you smirked back at him, just to laugh at his shy expression. He wasn't expecting that. Usually you were always the one blushing and he loved it. But now.. look who also has another side towards themselves?

Lyney chuckled and leaned in to kiss you deeply, caressing with one of his hands through your hair, "Then don't mind if I do show you the stars a bit closer tonight~", he whispered against your lips. Kissing you deeply, his tongue playing with yours. You couldn't help but to give in. Enjoying it, enjoying his sweet whisperes of compliments on your skin, against your lips. The room felt hot, yet you were so wet. Rubbing your thighs against each other while the whole make-out session happened. Lyney caressed his hands over your body, massaging all your sensetive spots. One hand of his moved under your shirt, playing with your breats while still kissing you.

You panted heavily into the kiss, nippels growing hard under his gentle touch. It felt so good. The magican pulled away, looking at you with lustfull eyes, "May I reveal your beauty to my eyes?", tugging on your shirt, he asked. You quickly nodded, lifting your arms up. One second later your shirt and bra layed somewhere forgotten on the room's floor. Lyney massaged your breats, playing with your hard nippels. Twirling them a bit,without hurting you. Curious over your reaction he leaned his head down, sucking on one of your already sensetive nippels. A smirk covered his face as you let out a loud moan. Suprised at the sudden pleasure overcoming your body. With his other hand he circled one finger around your nippel, but not touching were you wanted it to. While his tongue played and sucked on your nippel, you rubbed your thighs together. You were so wet already. Moaning and panting you had closed your eyes.

You opened them just as quick again. You were about to cum. "Ahh- l-lyney I-", you were trying to warn him. But the magican just hummed in knowledge and continued to suck. Taking his finger and gently flicking your other nippel, while sucking on the other you came. Moaning his name out loud, legs shaking. Cumming in your underwear. Lyney continued for a while before stopping as you calmed down a bit. "Did it feel that good? Ohh~ I must be really talented then with my mouth~ OOR.. could it be that I turn you on this much?~", a proud smirk covered his face. While still catching your breath you answered, "B-Both!", and sat up, pushing him to lay back on his bed. Climbing over him, sitting on his lap. "Would it be alright to take this off?", you asked, pulling on his bow and his clothes.

Suprised lyney leaned back, the view was great he had to admit. Maybe he should let you ride him next time, he thought to himself. Your question made him blush, his ears heating up, cock twitching im his pants. "Take everything off I don't mind~", he answered, smug as always. His heartbeat wasn't smug at all tho. Beating fast. You giggled and nodded, "Fine remember you allowed me too!~", you teased back. Your curiosity got the better of you and you couldn't wait to see your most beautiful boyfriend in his whole glory.

Taking off all of his clothes, just leaving him in his boxers you blushed. Damn he looked fine. You caressed over his chest, without thinking much leaning down, starting to kiss his chest, his shoulders, his arms, down to his stomatch, kissing his neck, leaving hickeys and lovebites everywhere. "Now everyone will know that the great magican lyney is taken~", you smirked, mostly to yourself, beeing proud. Lyney laughed, panting, with one hand gently caressing your head. "Let me return the pleasure to you", you smiled as you carefully removed his boxers. Gasping in suprise as his rock-hard cock jumped out, standing up all angry. A cute whine escaped the magican. Fuck, he had imagined you doing this for the longest time. He couldn't believe this moment was real.

Taking his cock in your mouth, filling up your throat as much as possible with his length. Taking it all in until your face met his hips. "Mghhh.. you're soo bighh~", you mumbled, mouth stuffed with him. Then you started slowly moving your head up and down, licking the tip with your tongue. Going faster after a while. Lyney could swear he was this close already. You were just so hot. You drove him insane. "Love, d-don't ahh- say those things! I-I aghh~ might lose control!", he whimpered out, holding on to the sheeds.

His cock twitching in your mouth. Was he close already? You moved your head faster, sucking harder. One hand caressing over his thighs, finding his full balls, massaging them gently. "Cumf in my mouthh~", you mumbled. Hearing him whine and whimper made you wet again. Feeling your clit throbb at the dirty sounds. "C-Cumming!! Nghh-", a second later your boyfriend, thrusted up in your mouth, leting out a grunt with a whine after. His hips jerking a bit, eyes closed while moaning your name in a dreamy voice. Cumming all into your mouth. There was so much. Without missing a beat you shwalloed his seed completly. Before you let go of him and pulled away, catching your breath.

The magican looked down at you, grabbing your arm, pulling you up in his arms to kiss you. A kiss full with love. "You did so well for me ma cherie~ Please let me taste you too?~", he asked into the kiss, licking over your lips. As you nodded he looked at you, "Sit down then~", he gestured to his face, laying on his back on the bed. A gasp left you at his idea, "A-Are you sure? I might be.. heavy..", you asked worried to hurt him. "Don't underestimate me! Sit down my love~", lyney said, looking serious at you. He really meant it.

With a nod you removed the rest of your clothes. You both were completly bare now. You crawled over him on the bed. Kneeling over his head. Your face all red, shy because you felt exposed like this. "What a great view ma cherie, lucky only I can see this everyday~", he whispered, caressing his hands over your ass. Massaging your ass while starring at your dripping wet cunt. You were so beautiful he could look at every part of you forever. What a perfect view but the show must go on so he leaned in, breathing against your cunt. Chuckling as you whimpered under his touch. Giving your slit a teasing lick with his tongue. But that wasn't nearly enough. "Sit down love~" he said to you, pointing on his face. Still kneeling over him you let yourself down on his mouth a bit more. "I said SIT!!", the magican grabbed your hips, pulling you down on his face, grabbing you tighs and holding you there. Holy shit! His voice changed tune completly. No, not only his voice, his entire aura was different! Fatui lyney is here and long may he stay..

A few minutes later and you came already twice. Lyney fucked his tongue into your hole, swirling it around inside, hitting all the right places. Then moving out, flicking your clit with his tongue. And repeat. It's like he couldn't get enough of your taste, your moans, your shaking legs. He was obsessed, with you! Tears running down your face, you grabbed the headboad as you leaned your head against it. Having not enough strengh anymore to hold yourself up. "C-Cumming again!! Nghh- lyney I'm.. cumming again!!!", you moaned, throwing your head back. The magican was unbothered, his pace growing faster, "Then cum!! Give it to me!", he ordered.

"AGHH L-LYNEEYY!!", you screamed his name, cumming into his mouth for the third time this night. Licking all of it clean, lyney removed his tongue from inside you. He smirked, happy with his actions, before geting an idea. He wasn't done with you yet! Just as you were about to catch your breath, he pushed two fingers into your hole, "You are still so tight ma cherie~ How will I fit my big cock in there mhh?~", he teased, smirking to himself as he started thrusting the fingers in and out of your used cunt. "T-To much-", you whined, moaning, yet moving your hips with his fingers. It felt so good but you were so sensetive that you coudln't help but to cry out. Not that you wanted him to stop, if anything you wanted him to go deeper!

"Mhh.. you are a bad liar ma cherie~ I saw the way you looked at my fingers all day, how you clenched your thighs together. I saw the way your eyes wandered over my back, my thighs. You eye-fucked me since the day we first met at the habor. So don't tell me it's 'to much'!", lyney looked up to you with a proud, teasing smirk. And you knew he was right. "M-More please.. lyney I want more~", you looked down at him, moving your hips faster. "That's my girl!~", the magican said. Fingers thrusting deeper, pace growing faster. You moaned his name loudly, eyes rolling over as you let out a loud yelp. What was that? Your head was spinning for a moment, it felt so good. "Ohh?~ Ma cherie let me show you a magic trick! In a second a waterfall will appear infront of our eyes, are you ready?~", lyney had this grin on his face that spelled trouble, yet you were to far gone already to realise that. "S-show mee ahh~~", you moaned, continueing to ride his fingers.

A twist of lyndys hand, currling of the two fingers. You felt how his fingers pulled all the way out, you whined at the lose of his touch. "Now watch closely love~", lyney said as he snapped his finger with the other hand. Trusting two fingers at once, full spead against your sweetspoat deep inside your cunt. While with the other hand he gently flicked your clit once. You didn't even know what was happening to you. Throwing your head forward, your mind became empty. A loud scream left you, you had lost all control over your body. Legs shaking like crazy, you squirted. All over lyndys face, all over the bed and all over your thighs. Panting heavily while holding on to the headboard. "Look at you~ I should make you my apprentice! You learn so quickly how to put on a great show~", lyney chuckled, removing his fingers from inside you, licking everything clean.

Still trying to calm down and geting your brain to function again you slowly opened your teary eyes. Did you just squirt? You never did that before.. oh wow!! "Mhh~ you taste so delicious, I want more ma cherie~", the magican under you mumbled. Pushing his tongue back into your still dripping cunt. Cleaning every last drop of you. Eating you out again. "Aghh!! L-lyn- aghj~ wait!! S-Still sensetivee~", you yelped, trying to push his head away. But lyney was having none of it, grabbing your thighs to hold you down, over his face, till he was finished. There was nothing you could do besides sit down and enjoy.

"Mhh~~ That was delicious~ This gave me an idea for my next show! The audience in the opera house would love your performance for sure! Maybe you will let me do this next time as our final act mhh?~", the magican grinned up at you from between your legs, gently helping you to lay down on the bed. Beeing so fucked out as you were right now you didn't even understand half of what he was saying, so just nodded. A chuckle left the magican. His cock throbbing in pain. "I'm sorry ma cherie, but I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore. May I show you a part of the real lyney or would it be to soon? You might.. not like this side of me..", the magican still was nervous. Hearing his voice drop into a bit of sadness, made you snap out of your lust-space. You took his hand in yours and kissed it gently, "You can go rough with me you know? I'm not made out of glas! I won't shatter easily! Besides.. i trust you lyney! No matter which you, I trust you!", you smiled, voice slightly cracking here and there.

With that the cheerfull glow in lyneys eyes was gone. The magical, charming self disappeared. As you looked up and looked into his eyes you got shocked for a second. This was new. His eyes seemed much more intimidating, much colder but not in a bad way. Just more serious. This lyney stared at you like you were his prey. A target he had layed his eyes on for a while. It felt like he could read your mind, see through your soul.

"Thank you y/n! For putting faith into my hands. Did I ever tell you how much I wanted you too see this side of me. But I was a coward. Like always, playing my games, hiding behind a mask. I really hope you'll still love me like this. I know I love you so much I can't put it into words!", lyney said, caressing with one hand through hair before leaning over you to kiss you on the lips. It was a deep kiss. You just smiled at him before returing the kiss. In your eyes there wasn't much difference. He still was your lyney! The one you loved!

"Spread your legs for me! I can't wait any longer. Let me stuff you full of my love! Let me make you mine!~", he whispered against your ear, caressing over your thighs. Kneeling above you he helped you spreading your legs, giving him the most beautiful view he so adored. "P-Please lyney! I wanna be yours~", you blushed at his confession and whined for his touch. For his love.

The bed made a 'thumb' noice as it was pushed forward against the wall. Lyney thrusted his whole cock into you in one go. Making you gasp loudly, clawing into his back. "You take me so well! You can be as loud as you like, let the others hear that I finally made you mine. Let the others know that I stole your heart. I want to hear you scream my name!", the magican said in between hard thrusts. Your mouth stood open, the pleasure was to much. You felt so full, walls strechted around his big cock. Threwing your head back with every thrust, biting your lip. Embarrassed that someone would hear you.

"Are you disobeying me? I told you-", lyney's voice got darker, grabbing your chin to have you look at him. "SCREAM-MY-NAME!", the fatui member said, thrusting hard into you with every word. Hitting your cervix over and over again. "Could it be that you have lost your voice? Huh.. what a pathetic whore! Here I thought so highly of you, wanting to make you my apprentice but actually with that dumb look on your face, making you my plaything sounds like a better use for you!", the fatui member whispered in your ear, biting into it. His thrusts geting deeper. "Still not screaming? Mhh.. I guess you leave me no other choice but to punish you..", lyney said as he leaned himself up. Snipping his fingers he suddenly held two clips in his hands. "Hold still otherwise it will hurt you!", he warned, thrusting deep into before staying still inside you. Putting one clip on your nipple, while he put the other on your clit. "There you go! Am I not nice my love? This will help you cum more quickly!", the fatui members smirked, pulling on the clip, making you whimper and moan.

Tears were running down your face. Your whole body felt so turned on. You felt so good. It was a bit painful but a few seconds later you wanted to cum so badly. This lyney was so mean but you loved it. It was so attractive and hot to you. As lyney picked up his fast, deep thrusts again you lost all sanity. Not caring about your noices anymore. Fuck it if someone heard you!

Lyney fucked you hard and fast, pulling on your clips, switching in between them. You screamed his name, cumming over and over again. Voice horse from all the screaming. "What a good whore you are for me! Finally obeying your master. I'm gonna cum soon! Gonna fill your slutty hole up with my seed!", the fatui members groweld, grabbing your thighs to push them up against your chest. Making sure his load would go deep inside of your womb.

You could only lay there and moan, whimper, scream and cum again and again. You were such a lovely mess for this member of the house of the hearth. Such a whore for this fatui member. So in love with the great magican. So obsessed with lyney. "P-please fill me up!! Want to you be yours!!", you moaned, whined. Not even sure if he was able to understand you in between the skin clapping and his own loud moans and whimpers.

"C-Cumming!!", lyney growled, thrusting deep into your cunt, all the way inside and stayed still. Warm liquide filled your cunt, your womb. You threw your head back, moaning. Lyney's cock twitched for a while, more of his seed coming out. Lyney pulled out after catching his breath, admiring his work. You looked so fucked out, so far gone. And he loved it. Within seconds his cock grew hard again.

"I'm not done yet!", he said, grabbing your arm and turning you around, to lay on your stomatch. The clips pressing into your sensetive spots. Making you hiss through your lips. "You are so attractiv love~ Your ass looks so fuckable. But for our first time this would be a bit to much right? So just let me fuck you from behind yes?", lyney chuckled, giving your ass a gentle clap. Pushing a pillow under your thighs.

His comment made you blush. A whine escaped you, a bit sad you wouldn't be able to do that today. But that was quickly forgotten as he pressed his cock, which was already hard again, into your cunt. Kneeling over you, behind you the fatui member watched as his cock disappeared in your needy hole. His hands, gloves still on, grabbing your ass. Massaging it, before thrusting all the way into you. Gently he spread your ass cheeks apart, revealling your other hole to his curious eyes. Shortly he was thinking off making you completly his today. Touching every part of you. But no, he had to be patient! He shouldn't overwhelm you! But.. that doesn't mean he couldn't use a bit of magic to please his curiosity!

"My my love, you don't get enough of me do you? Wanting me so much, even your other unused hole is clenching around nothing. You really want to be my plaything huh? Then let me gave you a taste what it's like. I wonder how much you can handle and how long you would last~", lyney whispered, teasingly smacking your ass. Before holding his hand infront of your face. "Remove my glove for me will you?", he asked. After you did what he asked of you he placed the glove under the pillow by your head. A snip of his finger. The light flickered before it turned of completly.

You got scared, about to ask what just happened. The next moment the light on the bedside table turned on gain. "Now check for me under the pillow infront of you will you?", lyney said with a smirk. So you did, removing the pillow with shaky hands. Revealling a vibrator in the same size as his dick. Your eyes widened, how did he do that??

"Ahh perfect! Let me take this~", lyney said, leaning over you to grab the toy. In the meantime pushing his cock deeper in you, grinding into you sweetspot, teasing you. Slowly grabing the toy as an excuse to mess with your insides. Slowly grinding his hips, circeling them a bit. Making you whimper and moan. Hands grabing the bed sheets.

"L-Lyney.. p-please", you whined, with teary eyes. This made the fatui member chuckle, "wrong title", he said, continueing to tease you. You moaned and throw your head back. Realising what he wanted. You blushed heavily. God damn.. this man.. he drives you insane! "M-Master please~", you asked, whimpered. "What a good whore you are! Your master shall continue the show now!", lyney said, leaning back as he sat up. Taking one finger and gently pushing it in your ass. "Your so tight. Tell me love, are you a virgin here? No harm done if not, just curious~", the fatui member asked, biting his lip at the thought. You moaned, hiding your face in the bed. "W-Why do you have to ask such an embarrassing ques-", you whined but got cut off by your own moan. Lyney pushed in a second finger already. Moving them a bit in and out. Not long till he added a third finger.

In

Out

In

Out

Then a laugh left him. Taking his fingers out of your ass. Grabing the vibrator instead, turning it on. You were embarrassed and confused so you wanted to ask what was so funny. Yet again this question got stuck in your throat. Lyney pushed the moving vibrator into your ass in one go. Thrusting it in as far as possible. A loud scream left you, making your cunt clench around his cock. Your mouth standing open in silent moans.

"What a dirty girl~ Already used everywhere!But don't worry, I'll be the last one to use all of your holes. After all you are mine now!~", the fatui member growledy thrusting his cock deep into you. Continueing his pace from before. Your screams, the wet sounds of your holes and the bed slamming up against the wall turned him on even more. "Even if you would try to fuck someone else.. I'll be the only one that comes into your mind! You will always beg for my cock, for my love, because no one can please you as much as I can!", lyney growled, sweat forming on his forhead. His cock twichted at the thought of you begging him to fuck you over and over again. It drove him wild.

You screamed so loud as you came that the whole fontain nation had heard you. Waking up celestia with your crys of pleasure. Not beeing able to think at all anymore, you were so gone. About to pass out actually. Lyney let out a whine, "I'm about to cum! Fill you up again! I'll make you mine! Then you will stay with me forever! With us forever! Take all of me so you will always be on my side ma cherie!~", lyney moaned, mumbled, while leaving hickeys all over your back.

A loud smack was heard, his hips pressing all the way into your ass, pushing the vibrator deeper into you while pressing your back into the matress. His hot cum filling you up. Your head was spinning, not even knowing what he all said in the end. For sure nothing important just how good he felt.

"Je t'aime~", lyney whispered as he kissed your neck gently. Pulling out of you. Taking the vibrator out, turning it off and removing the clips. Laying it down on his table next to the bed. The sparkle of magic and charm slowly returned to his eyes. The magican carefully turned you around, laying down next to you, so he could lay you on his chest. "I'm sorry love, did I hurt you? Do you need something?", lyney asked, voice calming and soft. You tried your best to stay awake and respond. "W-Water", you whispered, voice almost gone.

(Nsfw end! Aftercare here~ )

Lyney gave you a kiss to your forhead before geting dressed in his boxers and his shirt, "Alright love, please wait, I'll be back with water and something to clean you up", with that the magican left the room. Geting the said things for you.

As you were laying there, a complete mess, you realised just how bad this actually was. You are in love, totally obsessed and a total mess for this boy. Damn it all.. how would you explain lumine all of this? The marks all over your body were so obvious. It wasn't the first time this happened.. and it's not like she was a saint either. Buut.. this time it felt more difficult. Probably because lyney is part of the fatui! Aghh.. doesn't matter lumine is your best friend, she will understand! You smiled in thought, lumine always understood you so there wasn't anything to worry about.

A minute later lyney came back into the room with some water and a wet towel. "Ma cherie, are you still awake? I'm back, here is your water", you nodded, slowly sitting up. Taking the glas and quickly drinking all of it empty. That felt good! "Thank you", you smiled and leaned up to give lyney a kiss on the lips. "Let me help you clean up?", lyney asked. You only nodded. Letting him do the work.

After you were done the magican cuddled back to you in bed. Laying you on his chest, caressing through your hair. Before he knew it you were already fast asleep.

"Love?", he asked, not geting answer, he let his mask fall once again. A serious look appeared on his face as he looked out of the window, at the bright shining fullmoon. With one hand still caressing through your hair.

"I love you so much y/n, you don't understand. I never felt this way before for anyone! No one was more important to me than my sister. But since you appeared in my live you share that spot with lynette! I just want to protect you and keep you close. You are different from the traveler! You don't deserve to get involved into all of this bloody mess which is about to happen!", lyney whispered to himself, looking down at you. His eyes glowing brightly, only seeing you. He pulled out a card from under your hair. A fatui card.

As he flipped it in between his fingers, a frown rested on his lips, "Our identity's got revealed and it messed up our plan.. yet with father on the frontline's it should only be a minor issue! There will still be enough time to win the traveler's trust again.. after all we need her as a final failsave in our plan..", a dark aura surrounded the magican, eyes cold, emotionless. His face a frown. Before he felt you cuddling closer to him. Did you feel his mood swing? Could you hear him? No you couldn't. You were knocked out cold, just like he had planned. A small smile formed on his lips, "Sorry love, I shouldn't think about such dark things when I'm around you. After all you deserve to hear and see only good things", lyney smiled down at you, his smile growing warmer, emotion coming back into his eyes.

"Lucky father likes you, so you can stay with us! Don't worry my love, father made already all the plans for you to be save. Welcome to the house of hearth~", your boyfriend whispered, throwing the fatui card in the air. Shortly after the card turned into flower pattels, falling down on the ground next to him. As he leaned down to kiss your lips, he snapped his fingers one last time before also laying himself to sleep. The door of his room got locked. The curtain falling close over the windows. Leaving the room in the dark. Lyney took of his shirt and cuddled closer to you, holding close while singing his favorite song to you,

" … I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

… I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls. ",

mumbling the last words, the magican also fell asleep.

~ ❤️ ~ Bonus ending ~ ❤️ ~

"Let's go try meeting the hydro archon again lumine!", paimon said to the traveler as they walked towards the opera house. Continueing their search for information. Wanting to find lumine's brother as soon as possible.

"Uhh.. where is y/n when you need her?", paimon sighed looking creeped out at the fontain. Lumine seemed to have heard voices again. What a creepy situation. "With y/n here, paimon feels much more save! Uhh.. not to say paimon doesn't feel save with you! It's just.. nevermind forget what paimon said hehe!", the floating friend akwardly laughed.

"Lumine.. aren't you worried about y/n at all? We both know the fatui can't be trusted..", paimon asks, looking worried at the traveler. "Don't worry paimon! She is for sure with lyney & lynette. Besides this is y/n we're talking about. She can handle it~", lumine smiled, holding a huge amount of trust and respect for you in her words. "Yeah.. you probably right! Paimon just hopes nothing bad happens to her..", your floating companien said. Lumine nodded and sighed, "I'll talk to her again tomorrow and warn her. Better save than sorry!", she said with a bit of worry in her voice. Something wasn't right. Lumine knew that. She could feel it in the air.

Suddenly all the lights around the two turned off. Paimon got scared and hides behind lumine. While the traveler pulled out her sword, ready to fight.

Clack. Clack. Clack...

Footsteps on the floor could be hard loud and clear. Then someone was clapping as the person walked out of darkness. Fatui jacket shining in the moonlight. A small smile met the traveler eyes.

"Perfect! The rumors do you justice, dear traveler. I didn't expect any less. What a wonderfull performance you put on!", a female voice spoke, sounding dangerous but also so charming. Lumine held her breath. That was..

"THE KNAVE?? What are you doing here? Traveler watch out! She is the 4th ranked fatui habringer!", paimon yelled, still hiding behind the traveler. "Oh did my sudden appearance suprise you this much? But wasn't it a forseen event that we would eventually run into each other? Well.. calm down! I'm not here to fight you or to get the gnosis! Not yet.. at least~", arlecchino spoke with a small smile on her face, raising both her arms in the fatui position before crossing them infront of her chest, "I'm simply here to breath a peace of advice to you~", she said. "Why should we listen to you?!", paimon asked, clearly upset. "Oh, you will listen to me. I made sure of this. After all you want to see your friend again right? Y/n? Was it?", arlecchino smirked, playing with her nails while waiting for an answer.

A gasp left paimon. Lumine put her sword away, putting both her hand on her hips while making an effort to listen, "Go ahead fatui! I'm listening!", she said, voice angry, upset, scared. Scared of losing another important person. "That's a wise move traveler! Your friend is save with us. Now for my adive-", the knave started but got cut off by paimon, "What did you do to y/n?!". Lumine looked clearly angry. Waiting for answer.

"Why? Nothing of course! Actually I took quiet the liking to her. She seemed like a very good 'friend', you may call it that. So no harm shall ever come to her!", arlecchino answered with a soft smile. "What are you planning knave?!", lumine asked, glaring at the women infront of her. Making the fatui habringer laugh, "Haha~ Aren't you cute?~ Mhh.. telling you much would ruin the plan. So let's say I'll borrow your friend for a while. Of course.. she can stay forever if that's what she wants! Your friend is very important to us! To the house of the hearth!", arlecchino answered, walking with every word closer to the traveler. Holding in her steps as she stood right infront of the traveler's face. Smiling down at her.

"You won't use her for your plan! I'll save her!", lumine yelled, pulling out her sword, pointing it against the knave's throat, "You best not provocate me knave!", the traveler whispered dangerously, her eyes glowing. Paimon floated a bit away, giving lumine the space to fight. Yet the knave grabbed the tip of the sharp sword in between her fingers and pressed it in her skin, drawing blood of her neck. Lumine let out a gasp, not expecting that, dropping her sword on the ground. A chuckle left arlecchino, grabbing the traveler's wrist pulling her closer, in the knave's arms. "You might not understand dear traveler. In our house everyone is family! Y/n belongs to that family. I see her as my daughter I'm very proud of. She can bring out lyney's true potenial! And that is very important to me, these kids need to survive for a better future! Even if I don't.. lyney will need to awake his true potential! So I support their lovely realtionship all the way. But.. do you dear traveler?", arlecchino whispered in the traveler's ear.

For a short while lumine was so hypnotisted by her voice that she completly forgot about everything. This women is dangerous! Lumine needed to warn you as soon as possible. This whole aura.. the knave's action. The charming voice. All of it.. it reminded the traveler on lyney. Damn it.. why didn't she realized it sooner?

'The knave' was never arlecchino! Arlecchino is the fatui habringers yes. But 'the knave' is a title made for someone else. Lyney was always the knave!! Lyney was arlecchino's shadow!! Her succesor!

~❤️~💜~❤️~💜~❤️~💜~❤️~💜~❤️~💜~❤️~

( Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!~ ♡ )

[grimbanes]

Goodnight, Sweetheart.

KAZ BREKKER X GN!READER

Summary: Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason and yet he kept finding them to loiter. Every night, without fail. Kaz Brekker also didn't like to be teased.

WC: 2.2k A/N: so this is my first time writing grishverse fanfiction and my head is currently full of mr brekker. this is loosely inspired by im so hot by chrissy. i have no idea for to format these. kaz might be slightly OOC, but he's a secret softie, we all know it. NO BETA, we die like jordie.

“Why would I bother with anybody else?” 

It was a rhetorical question spoken by a humoured voice, cadence lilted with confidence, dripping venom and a little bit of sarcasm. It remained that way as the Y/N continued to raise a groomed brow and lean their weight into their hip, long lashes blinking pointedly, briefly, to the patron they were serving. They kept themself poised as if expecting a real answer - one that wouldn’t come, of course.

And Kaz? Kaz was watching the exchange with that one might call amusement. What he would call it though, despite internal disagreement, was annoyance. And maybe that was also true, if the involuntary yet impatient tap of his gloved finger against the bar’s surface was any indication. It wasn’t rare for these exchanges to occur, expected even, as the Crow Club heaved with foreigners, tourists, dock workers and other kinds of uncivilised folk praying to win big. 

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. That was the word on the street. That was the reputation he had spent years cultivating. He repeated day in and day out. It hung in his mind with every ledger and document he flicked through, wrote on, and triple-checked. No job too messy, no job too small. Dirtyhands. Bastard of the Barrel. So then why did Kaz Brekker have a hard time finding a reason to speak to this person that spoke in riddles, threats and simultaneously was the most infectiously pleasant being in the entire room. 

The barhand scoffed at something the man had said to them, adjusting their grown out hair in its fancy clip against the back of their skull and rolling up their billowing shirt sleeves. It didn’t take a criminal mastermind like Kaz to figure out the exchange was going to get violent. He merely nursed his whiskey, neat, and watched from above the rim of his glass, finger still tapping against the bar. 

“Careful love, you don’t want to bruise that pretty face of yours,” Jesper’s voice spoke as is from nowhere, the sharpshooter sidling up beside the drunken man with noisy footsteps and his usual grin decorating his face in that way that had Kaz grimacing, turning away with a twitch of his eyebrow and sipping his drink. He might be what some might call a friend, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by the constant buzz of energy. 

“My face is pretty regardless,” That unwavering confidence, tongue in cheek and lips pulling up into a mischievous grin and Kaz’s eyes were on them again, stormy and studying with every movement of their body. From them hopping up on the bar and smoothly twirling themself over it, landing on their boots and bringing a fingerless glove covered hand square into a man’s cheekbone. It only ever took them one hit, the poor receiver crumpling to the floor in a drunken stupor and asking for his mother. 

“While that is undoubtedly true, that is actually my job and boss will have me banned from Three Man Bramble for another week,” Jesper’s awkward yet charismatic hand gestures soon followed, ringed finger pointing to the lump of a man lying unconscious beside the barstools. Kaz could almost hear himself saying ‘Jesper, guard the door’ or ‘No games for a month’, but he chose not to, too busy trying to figure out why their stature and usual weekly knockouts had become a thing of routine for him. 

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason and yet he came up with many when he had hired Y/N. They’d been dancing for money, a shift of silks and sheer fabrics, eyes hooded. That wasn’t all. As he had taken his time to study them, hands gripped to his cane and jaw tense, he realised the sway of choreography as deliberate as it was captivating. Each sway of material ended up weighted with deft fingers slipping purses from pockets, unchaining pocket watches from chains, swiping earrings from Mercher women’s pierced ears. He’d come back time and time again after noticing.

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get them to work the Crow Club, extending a gloved hand and introducing himself. They offered him a flirtatious smile, a flutter of their lashes and had accepted the silent offer, seemingly entertained with the mere existence of Kaz in their space. He didn’t like it, hated it even, but it was magnetic. It became routine to creep from his office, scan the Club’s floor for an hour and then wander his way to the furthest side of the bar and nurse a single whiskey all night. Most of the time he didn’t even finish it. He didn’t want to drink, not really. 

He just wanted to learn. To figure out what it was about Y/N that had him irritated, angered, on edge and utterly bewitched.

“Kaz won’t mind me defending myself. Little me all defenceless, what else could I have done?”

It was meant to be teasing, not meant for him to hear, an inside joke. Kaz’s jaw tensed and he felt his teeth grind, setting his glass down on the bartop and feeling his shoulders straighten as he gripped his cane and tapped it loudly on the rickety floorboard below.

“You could start by doing your jobs,” He hissed, gloved hand tensing around the head of his cane and eyes locked on the pair as they turned to him. He didn’t miss the way Jesper’s bare fingers were seeking comfort on his revolvers, or the way Y/N’s lips pulled into what was almost a… a pout? A weird frown?

“Sweetheart, don’t be so mean,” Y/N huffed, arms crossing over their loose cotton blouse, head tilting in that infuriating way that had Kaz frowning, forehead creasing and impatience rising.

Except, he didn’t know what he was impatient for, what was making him wait, but it angered him more than anything ever could. Just what about them made it so simple to  get under his skin so easily? He felt his heartbeat fasten uncomfortably in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his body and he felt the heat in his cheeks - either from the drink or irritation nagging in every fibre of his being. His black shirt suddenly felt too hot, his usual vest too tight and he felt his hands tighten around his cane, tapping the crow’s head uncomfortably fast. He had to calm down, it was not the place to lose his temper and start a shouting match on a day where the kruge was flowing into their awaiting coffers. 

“Is he blushing?”

Kaz’s eyes snapped to Jesper’s smiling form, meeting sparkling eyes that stared at him with wonderment. He didn’t like it. He raised himself from his seat, noisily banging his cane against the floor and storming past the sharpshooter, mood even more foul than it had been prior. How could it not be? Dirtyhands did not blush like some schoolboy unable to speak a word. Like a Rietveld boy. The thought invaded his mind before he could stop it. He limped his way to the staircase and gripped it tightly with his gloved hand, hoisting his leg up the steps and ignoring the creaking, aching pain starting to crawl its way up his leg. 

Kaz Brekker was nobody’s sweetheart.

┕━☽【❖】☾━┙

Y/N sighed as they finished wiping down the surface of the mahogany bar, polishing down and removing every last stain before it could set into the nice wooden surface. Their tired eyes suddenly felt even more tired as they drifted around the empty club, scaling the tables and turned over chairs, over splintering floorboards and stone walls until they fell on a single glass of whiskey left untouched on the edge of the bar. They reached their hand over to clasp it with shaking fingers, disappointment evident in the motion. 

He hadn’t visited in a week and they didn’t realise how badly they missed his company.

His watchful eyes, his gloved hands that tightened on his cane as if ready to intervene in an altercation if they needed it, his unwavering stare a storm of angry tidal waves, lashing at them with unspoken words and a bit of something else. They missed the subtle way he would check his pocket watch, deem it good enough and allow them to close early regardless of the booming business. They missed the way he would nurse a single drink all night, never really finishing it and keeping a more relaxed eye on the club’s floor. They missed his presence, no matter how quiet it was, no matter if they didn’t speak. He was like a shadow, always there, just out the corner of their eye if they ever needed them.

Of course, Y/N knew exactly where he was. Holed up in his office, head sunk into numbers and names and bribes and whatever else it was that crime bosses did. He was a busy man, a workaholic but he was also… so much more. A complex puzzle yet the most open book and each page turned by itself, in little ways. They liked to think that the two of them had a somewhat friendship, even though they didn’t talk much. When they did, it was usually Y/N flirting with him and the man ignoring it with a blank stare and a stern ‘get back to work or else you’ll be finding it elsewhere’.

Careful fingertips smoothed over the rim of the glass cradled closely, the urge to befriend the most terrifying man in Ketterdam stronger than ever but they just didn’t quite know how to go about it. Instead, they turned their exhausted gaze to the amber liquid that had been sitting out since opening. Untouched. Ignored. Again. They’d even seen him on the floor that night. With a sigh, they brought the drink to their lips and threw it back, swallowing the burning liquid with a grimace. Y/N really didn’t know how Kaz managed to stomach the awful drink.

“I don’t pay you to drink on the job,” That rasping voice spoke, interrupting their stupor and drawing their eyes from the glass to the staircase that led to the office. And there he stood, or rather leaned, against the metal railing and what could almost be amusement on his handsome face. His lips quirked up in that arrogant way they do when he knows he’s being clever, that twitch in his dark brow when he’s caught somebody cheating at his tables, the confidence in his gait despite the limp. 

“My shift is over, actually,” Y/N realised how silly it sounded the moment it left their lips. Of course Kaz knew when their shift was over, he knew what time the Crow Club closed. It was his, of course he knew. The Bastard of the Barrell had clearly cracked what could only be a joke. And it was funny. It was really funny, actually. Hilarious even. They didn’t even realise that they’d started giggling, covering their hand to stifle the laugh and grip onto the bar, refusing to let the laughter fit take over them - had the whiskey gone straight to their head or was it just the sheer exhaustion? 

The uneven, out of rhythm walking signalled Kaz’s presence approaching even though everybody knew he could be just as stealthy as the Wraith if he really wanted to be. Rather than sliding into his usual seat, he chose to place himself right in front of Y/N and rest an arm on the edge of the freshly clean bar. The first thing Y/N noticed was his lack of coat and hat, still just in his usual daily attire that signified he was not yet leaving for the Slat.

“You stole my drink,” He stated, fingers tapping gloved hands against the wood in the way he so often did. This time it was slower, offbeat, contemplative. Y/N raised a brow to his statement, glass set aside and lips pulling into a line.

“I pay for it, so it doesn’t matter if I drink it,” Y/N smoothly replied. Truthfully, they did not know what to do. What to say. They did not really speak much, and when they did it was polite but short, to the point and didn’t require much thinking. Much feeling. 

Kaz’s inquisitive eyebrow raised and it was then Y/N took in his features. He looked tired, more than usual. The purple that blossomed beneath his forget-me-not irises was deeper, blooming in violet and standing out against the sheer alabaster of his pale skin. Brekker’s hair remained dishevelled, stray ink tumbling over his forehead where it had slipped from the usual slickback he wore. Had he not been sleeping well? 

“I’ll have it paid back to you by the month’s end. Go home,” His voice rumbled, finger ceasing its tapping. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, offering to pay back the tab. Not offering, stating that he was going to. 

“It’s fine, keep the money,” Y/N offered a small smile, shifting to remove the apron from around their waist and fold it. They tucked it into a little cubby beneath the bar, shutting it with a click and straightening their back. They must be hallucinating but the joy that caused their heart rate to stutter increase felt too real to be a hallucination. Saints, they needed to sleep.

“Month’s end.” Kaz didn’t look away from his cane as he spoke, tapping it against the floor and looking completely and utterly endearing to Y/N in the Club’s warm lighting. Suddenly, he looked his age. 

“Goodnight, Mister Brekker.”

“Goodnight… Sweetheart.”

[y2niki]

# Gwen Stacy <3

→ spiderverse 니키. if i die, i must die with you sorta theme. maybe like yandere

warnings? psychology themes, character death, ooc riki, riki is a psycho

authors note: i have returned from break, honestly this was better in my head and i apologise if this is badly written but i hope you like my little song references!!. fem reader. around 700 words. inspired by nayeollyn on tt. story under cut

As the self-proclaimed Spiderman of Tokyo, you were no stranger to danger and chaos. You had dedicated your life to protecting the city from super villains and creatures, using your enhanced abilities and quick wit to save innocent lives. But there was one person who always seemed to be your biggest obstacle - Nishimura Riki, your so-called partner. Someone you had viewed as your “Gwen Stacy” You and Riki were two sides of the same coin, constantly at odds with each other. Whenever you were near each other, the air was thick with tension. You fought like cats and dogs, always trying to one-up each other. 

But one day, Your arch-nemesis, the one known as the 'Mastermind', unleashes a wave of monsters on Tokyo. As always, you and Riki team up to take them down. You swing through the city, taking out the creatures with your spider webs, while Riki uses his strength to defeat the larger ones. As you both stand victorious on a rooftop, Riki turns to you with a look of admiration in his eyes.

'You know, you're not so bad for a spider,' he chuckles. Rolling your eyes, you reply, 'And I know you love hanging out. Dare you to say you hate it now, huh’ Perhaps that's why you never suspected a thing. Every time a new monster or villain appeared in Tokyo unleashed by ‘Mastermind’, you and Riki were there to save the day, fighting side by side. You never saw the darkness behind his charming smile, the madness behind his piercing eyes. But that all changed when he finally confessed his love for you.

You start to notice that the villains and creatures always attack on days when Riki is the only one available to help you. But you brush it off, thinking it's just a coincidence. After all, Riki has always been there to help you when you needed him. That day, when you are both taking down a group of monsters, Riki suddenly stops and turns to you with a tender look in his eyes. 'Listen, I need to tell you something,' he says, his voice filled with nervousness.

You were taken aback, to say the least. You had always seen Riki as a nuisance, someone who constantly got in your way and made your job harder. The thought of him being in love with you was almost laughable. But as he poured out his heart, you saw a different side of him. He was vulnerable and honest, his usually confident demeanor crumbling before you. And for a moment, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. But then, he revealed the truth. That he was the mastermind behind every creature and villain that you had fought. That he had created them all just to spend time with you, to see you in action and maybe even earn your affection. Your sympathy quickly turned to anger and betrayal. How could he do this to you? To the innocent people of Tokyo? You were the protector of the city, and he had used you for his twisted desires. Without a second thought, you attacked him. Your once playful banter turned into a deadly fight, each of you using your powers to their full potential. The streets of Tokyo became your battlefield, the innocent bystanders fleeing in terror. But in your anger and confusion, you didn't see the madness in Riki’s eyes. You didn't realize that he was no longer the charming, sarcastic partner you knew. He was a psychopath, driven by his obsession for you, who had no ounce of self love, he had never loved himself, all the while trying to love you. In the heat of the battle, you had almost killed him. But as he lay on the ground, bloodied and broken, he did the one thing you never expected. He jumped off the building, grabbing onto you in the process. Your mind was racing as you fell through the air, your once enemy now holding onto you for dear life. And in that moment, you heard him whisper “My spider man, you have saved me”As the ground rushed closer and closer, you realized that the man you thought you knew was a dangerous stranger. And as you crashed onto the pavement below, you both lost your lives. The people of Tokyo mourned the loss of their beloved Spiderman and her Gwen Stacy like partner. They had no idea of the truth behind your deaths, of the twisted love and betrayal that had led to this horrific end.

But one thing was for sure. 

In every universe, Gwen Stacy had always fallen for spider-man.

And in every universe, it never ended well.

[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3

"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong

Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.

A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡

Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)

Fanfiction !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.

"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.

"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.

"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.

You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.

You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.

"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.

After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.

The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.

You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.

"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.

As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.

You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.

You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.

When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.

"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.

He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.

"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.

You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.

The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.

The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."

You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.

"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.

"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.

When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.

Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.

The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.

When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.

Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.

A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.

That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.

[iknowshocker]

what are your head cannons on what kai saw in hell it’s been a watch watch but i remember him saying he learned there’s no such thing a redemption i always wondered what he saw did Cade haunt him with Bonnie, his siblings, his parents?

also hope you’re safe in aftermath hurricane helene❤️

hi!!! we are doing okay - just coming to terms with some very hard choices and pretty heartbroken over the destruction/loss of life. WNC has been my home for most of my life and it will truly never be the same. it's going to feel really weird for a while, but i am thankful we are safe!!

okay now to the fun stuff:

ah yes so kai says "there is no such thing as redemption. there are only promises, and bargains, and tricks we play on ourselves to make us believe that we're good people...I'm not a good person, I own that."

so canonically all the characters that went to hell say things like they were just sort of burning constantly and being shown all their bad deeds surrounded by fire, but i do think cade is twisted up enough to make it more sinister. he was such a fun villain for me because his psychic abilities added this element of mind games to him that was so entertaining. (hated that they watered him down by implying katherine was in charge lmaooooo wtf was that)

i think i always pictured some kind of cross between the phoenix stone torture/burning at the stake (since that's how cade himself was killed). so for kai yeah, i think he was seeing over and over again the sibling murders, and then attacking bonnie, the things he did in mystic falls while trying to get to jo, and the red wedding, obviously.

what's interesting is that the hell torture seems to be designed to break them down and make them crack and lose their minds, but if we're talking s6!kai at canon they wanted us to believe he 'didn't care/wasn't affected by any of it' because he'd given up on redemption when bonnie turned on him. but that would mean that he'd probably just scoff it off ?? (also like this is heretic!kai, so couldn't he just flip the switch and become double emotionless??)

him being so truly afraid of cade in s8 does still make sense to me, but only because i subscribe to post 6x17 kai being fairly OOC in s6. like, remorse filled/earnest/trying to atone kai probably DID hate seeing all his crimes repeatedly for 3 years. he was already going through that in s6 on his own with nightmares and flashbacks and we saw how it was weighing on him. but the version of him they painted for us at the end of s6 should have wanted to work with cade.

i will never forgive them for making katherine 'queen of hell' when kai was right there. if you wanted me to believe he was truly evil, then let him be evil. don't make him grovel with the MAN WHO MURDERED HIM and beg for the big bad scary devil to let him go. absolutely the fuck not either he's an evil twisted mastermind or he's my unmedicated aspd boy who needs a good therapist. the wishy-washy way they write him will never not get on my nerves.

so okay as far as specific hc's go for me, i guess i would say i think it went something like this:

"I mean, you'd think he'd at least flip a coin," Kai sighs, taking a few strolling steps closer to where Bonnie lays stretched out and bleeding before him. "Heads, he picks you, tails, he picks-" he blinks in surprise, the joke dying on his lips as the lights go out.

"Bon?" he calls, staring into the darkness now spread out before him.

Inky, awful darkness. The kind that makes his skin prickle. The kind that feels unending, like he's been swallowed whole.

"Bonnie?"

There's no answer.

There's no sound.

There's nothing.

Kai turns in a circle, looking down to find he can't even see his own feet. He stretches his hands in front of him, brings them up to touch his face, his neck, his chest - he's in one piece, his newly undead heart still beating, but something is wrong.

"Alright, what the fuck is this," he tries again, his voice breaking slightly. "Is this a spell, Bon? Where am I?"

"A spell?" A voice reaches him from somewhere in the shadows, teasing and soft. "No, dear boy, it's much worse than a spell."

Kai's eyes narrow, his new senses turning him towards the sound of nearly silent footsteps. Someone's coming, drawing closer through the abyss. "Where am I?"

"My home," the voice murmurs, speaking now from his opposite side.

Kai curses, spinning in place. "Right, okay," he nods, his jaw clenching. "Looks like you forgot to pay the power bill."

"Funny," a hand touches his face, fingers running over his jaw. "I do love jokes."

Kai stumbles back, his skin tingling with warning. "W - who are you?" he asks, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He expects his magic to surge, to gather at the tips of his fingers in a defensive wave, but it hardly responds to his call.

"Ah," the voice tuts, as though it can see him, as though it can read his thoughts before he's even had them. "I'm afraid your usual tricks won't work here. Though, magic wasn't always your chosen weapon, was it, Malachai?"

The sound of his full name makes him recoil, unease winding through him like a pile of vengeful snakes. "Who are you?" he asks again, his voice low and rough. "Where am I?"

The laugh hits his ears first, a moment before the flames ignite at his feet. They spread up his legs, vicious and fast, wrapping his chest, his arms, covering his face -

Kai's entire body locks up, half from surprise and half from the excruciating, mind numbing pain. He doesn't even have the breath for a scream, his eyes squeezed shut, tremors wracking through him.

His head spins, trying to think of a way to make it stop, desperate for some answer that won't come. Why is this happening? How'd he even get here? The last thing he remembers is looking over at -

"Bonnie," he groans, her name coming out a shredded snarl. Even as he says it, he knows she isn't to blame. If she wanted to hurt him, she'd do it with her own hands. She wouldn't put him in some fancy black hole, lit up with fire he can't even fucking see - "stop," he pleads before he can think better of it, "stop-,"

The flames wink out, giving him a few seconds to catch his breath.

"But I thought you wanted to know where you are?" The voice is back, circling him like a shark through deep water. "You wanted to know who I am, didn't you?"

Golden flame lights the darkness, burning bright in the hand of a man paused in front of him. The warm glow of the fire bounces off his dark skin, catching on the wicked curve of his smile.

"Call me Cade," he murmurs, his eyes glowing with their own sparkling fire. "Welcome to Hell."

**** Hell fucking sucks.

Objectively, Kai saw that one coming.

Of course, Hell sucks, it's Hell. He didn't exactly picture rainbows and butterflies. Still the fire, the smoke, the pain, the screaming - they're all things he might enjoy separately, sure, but rolled into one they add up to something truly...hellish.

And he hates it.

He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

After their first meeting, Cade left him burning for days, or maybe weeks, possibly even a year. Just burning in the dark, gritting his teeth through the pain, until it had suddenly stopped.

Kai'd been so shocked he'd collapsed, barely catching himself with arms that felt like jelly from so long spent tensed and locked in place. He'd opened his eyes to find his fingers gripping grass, the color of it so surprising that he'd nearly thrown up.

Then he'd felt the sun, hot and bright on his back, and he'd lifted his eyes with a low curse. "What the fuck," he'd panted, staring up at the white siding, the wide front porch, the stupid tree stump.

He'd pushed himself up on shaking legs, took a few staggering steps forward and caught himself on the railing. There were toys dumped on the steps, handprints smudged low on the glass door, the entire picture a little too '94 for his liking.

"Okay, I'll play," he'd muttered, forcing himself up the stairs and inside, eyeing the blood staining the walls. He'd taken one look at the dead weight swinging from the stairs and immediately missed the safety of the dark.

"What's the matter?" Cade had drawled, appearing on the second floor landing above him. "Aren't you proud of your work?"

The sight of him, dressed again in that infuriating suit, had set Kai's blood ablaze. "What is this?" He'd snarled, trying and failing to get the front door open again. "You want me to tell you how much I regret it?"

"Of course not," Cade had laughed, strolling down the stairs to stand before him. He'd held up a blade, the familiar tapered edge already painted a sticky red. "I want you to relive it."

Kai had flicked his furious gaze up from the knife, refusing to take it.

"Go on," Cade had insisted, his usual smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "Josette's waiting upstairs. In the master bedroom, right?"

Kai had watched his hand lift for the knife, his fingers curling around the hilt despite the way he willed his body not to. And then he'd gone upstairs, and -

He'd repeated that afternoon alone for months.

Again and again and again, until he knew the exact expressions on each one of his siblings faces as they died beneath his hands, until he could time their echoing screams with the rough sound of his breath.

By the time the fire had finally returned, he'd welcomed it.

More time was lost burning, his mind so frayed he'd hardly heard himself begging for it to stop. Then quiet, and sunlight, and a witch with skin the color of molten bronze strolling ahead of him.

"Bonnie," he'd croaked, so painfully thankful to see her that his knees had gone weak.

"Such a lovely girl. You stalked her for weeks, didn't you?" Cade had asked, appearing beside him. His dark eyes had followed Bonnie as she walked ahead of them, unaware and unbothered by their silent presence at her back. "You watched her eat, sleep, listened while she cried over how helpless she felt trapped here with no one but a Salvatore for comfort. Why didn't you go to her, Malachai? Why didn't you help?"

"They were friends and she still hated him," he'd said, his throat raw from screaming. "I knew she'd never want me."

"Ah, yes, and how could she?" Cade had tutted, his hands tucked into his pockets, that awful smile curling his lips. "After everything you put her through."

Those memories shred him into pieces. Watching Bonnie grow to hate him hurts just as much the second and third and hundredth time. His hands shake each time he stabs her, each time she gasps for breath, each time her body smashes into the wall before crashing to the unforgiving hardwood floor.

He just wants her to listen, to stop running, to let him change it - but she pulls from him every time, no matter how hard he tries to hold on.

Then more fire, more burning, though this time he doesn't bother to beg for it to stop.

And then the wedding, the stupid fucking wedding -

Josette in her dress, pretty and smiling and so fucking happy he wants to tear her throat out with his bare hands. Ric looking smug and dazed until the moment she starts bleeding, his own will to live draining out to the floor alongside hers. The room shattering beneath his power -

Cade must think he enjoys that one far too much, because he's only forced to relive it once.

That feeling of being broken open for good fills him up, gives him enough strength to face the flames with an almost reverent sort of affection. If he can weather this, if he can stay on his feet while the devil himself tries to break him, what can't he do?

It's the wrong thought to have in the realm of a mind reader.

Cade ups his game after that, lulling him with false memories until it's hard to know what's real and what's a part of his game.

He spends a few months in a life where the merge was never stopped, where Jo died and the coven hadn't hated him. It shatters when the version of her trapped inside his mind drives him to true madness, her disgust in his abilities and calculated rage at his win enough to send him spiraling - even if it means taking everyone else down with them.

Another endless stretch of time gets eaten by a world where he never stopped the wedding, where Jo had her girls and they called him Uncle Kai and he let himself love them until the night before they turned 22 and he snapped their necks with his eyes squeezed closed.

Then there's a week or so spent with Bonnie on his arm, back in mystic falls with her useless friends. She likes him, wants him, up until the moment one of her precious vampires picks a fight and winds up dead at his feet.

"You're a monster," she says then, her power turned on him all over again.

Yes, he wants to scream at her, at Jo, at Cade, at himself. I know.

He's terrible.

Disgusting.

Monstrous.

And he always has been.

It doesn't matter that he wants to do it differently, everything always unravels. He poisons anything he dares to love, sucking it dry until only husks remain. His hands are weapons, meant to destroy. Even his name is a curse - an omen he can't outrun.

Kai forgets what it's like outside this endless nightmare. There's a world somewhere else, he's pretty sure it still exists. There's more than fire and memory and pain - but he can't hold onto it anymore.

He burns and he pretends and he burns and he remembers and he burns, burns, burns -

Until a deafening ring fills his ears.

The flames swallow the sound, crackling in his ears.

The ringing comes again, and again, and -

An image reaches him through the smoke, but Kai just lets out a ragged groan, in no mood to struggle through another twisted fantasy of Cade's design.

But then he hears voices, the clatter of dishes, and something in him roars to life. Fuck this.

Fuck Cade, fuck Hell, fuck all of it.

Kai hurtles himself forward through the dark, sprinting like his eternal life depends on it.

The ringing continues, pounding through him like a drum. He runs faster, harder, praying that this isn't another fucking trick - he tumbles headfirst through a ripple of magic, stumbling to a stop before he can crash into a familiar bar top.

Mystic Falls, The Grill - he's back, he's alive, he's starving. His pulse hammers wildly in his ears, his blood thundering through his veins like a freight train. He's back. He's alive. It worked.

This time, he's determined to get it all right.

Even if it kills him.

[soulsbetrayed]

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[bamdelune]

Contemplation in Crimson (2/2) ✧ villain!scara x hero!reader

✧ notes: VERY LENGTHY. gn!reader, definitely ooc scara me thinks, angst and more angst, cursing, light violence & mentions of sharp objects (originally wanted this to have a little more fighting, physically but just threw that out the window because I finished this at the ass crack of dawn) - speaking of that: apologies if there are any grammatical errors, whether spelling or just the technical grammar in general because this was definitely not proofread by anyone including me. reblogs, likes, and comments + asks are always welcome and appreciated!

✧ link to part one !

The days seemed to get more hectic as they passed on. Every day of the week felt like a blur. Your comrades rushed around, coming and going from your headquarters to the different offices and amurtas of the Akademiya. You assumed that the Acting Grand Sage and the General Mahamatra were getting sick of your special operations squad coming in and out of their work areas.

To say you were thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed by the workload was an understatement. As a cherry on top, Scaramouche seemed to be becoming someone out of your reach. He became someone more distant and you couldn’t think of a reason why.

Your squad just couldn’t find clues and leads in regards to the whereabouts of the Balladeer. Every piece of information proved faulty when you had the time to come to the site of the clue. Every damned witness magically forgetting what he looked like. You were hitting dead-end after dead-end after another dead-end and you were running out of time.

The chair of your desk held your defeated frame, preventing you from registering the creek of the door to your office. Your lieutenant stood in front of your desk while you rested your head on the hard surface of your table.

“Commander.” His voice makes you jump into awareness.

“Lieutenant,” you cough to clear your throat, “What’s your business here? I didn’t hear you come in.”

The other looks pensive as he held a 2 sheets of paper. “Clearly.” He mutters in an attempt to lighten the mood. The squad wasn’t a stranger to your exhaustion this week and some were a few unlucky ones to be on the receiving end of your unintentional irritation. It just slips out without a filter which you heavily regret.

“Listen,” the lieutenant begins, “I know how important catching the Balladeer is but I think you can hang back on it for now, Commander.”

Your eyes quirk up in confusion, “Yeah? Exactly, why would I stay back? Did you find him?”

The lieutenant avoids your eyes for a moment and sighs, hesitantly coming forward and placing a few documents for you to read on your desk.

Your confusion doesn’t subside until you’ve picked up the sheets of paper and had read through halfway the text.

The silence was absolutely deafening at your revelation as you continued to read on, the pieces that held your heart together beginning to chip away inside you.

Your eyes blink and your eyebrows furrow, you were in denial.

He couldn’t be.

No.

No.

No.

This was simply just a sick game. A dream, a hallucination—whatever atrocious lie the world could toss at you.

Your mouth parts in hurt and shock at the words printed onto the paper.

“…What?” You whisper, visibly crestfallen.

It took another few minutes of silence for you to gather your bearings before you manage to croak out a few words to your subordinate.

“Let’s move out.” Your voice was devoid of any and all emotions. A certain numbness clawing at your feelings as you clasp your harness that carried your weapons around your waist.

Your lieutenant seemed conflicted for a moment as he stood frozen in place, struggling for the words to say.

What can he say during this moment? What do you say to your superior who just found out the love of their life who they held so deeply to their heart was the one person who unleashed the countless malice that coursed throughout nations?

“Sorry your boyfriend turned out to be the criminal mastermind we’ve been tracking down for a year. Tough luck, chief. It happens around here.”

Now, that was pure cruelty. But nothing could be crueler than what fate had to offer right now.

Night fell onto the city of Sumeru. You had to briefly get over the heartbreak that was taking place in the depths of your emotions to create a plan to finally make the arrest on the Balladeer—or rather, your boyfriend. There really wasn’t any point in denying it anymore, was there?

You had asked the rest of those who knew of Scaramouche’s whereabouts to keep it under wraps. Just until you could carry on with the next phase of the plan.

Humanity, you call it, was whenever you felt Kunikuzushi’s presence in the room. The presence which always made you feel at ease. The presence that made you forget the harsh realities that took place in this wretched world, the one that had you thinking that this wasn’t so bad after all.

Humanity was when you felt yourself in his arms, so vulnerable and secure. Maybe that was what he wanted. Your vulnerability. The safety you felt when you took in his dizzying and familiar scent. The comfort of the plush of his arms.

Was any of it real? Was the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear ever genuine since the beginning? Did the tears that pricked your eyes and raw emotions you let tumble from your lips ever fall on knowing ears? Or was it all silenced by his end-goal, whatever it was.

Numbness eats away at your body as you approach your shared home with Scaramouche. Taking a deep breath before inserting the head of the key to the entrance and turning sideways in the lock, it opens with a click and you push it open.

The aroma of a freshly cooked meal greets you once you close the door behind you.

“I’m home” You greet, your voice echoing throughout your home. Only the silence answers back but you had a good idea where Scaramouche was. Your feet shuffle to where the kitchen was to see him hunched over the stove, a pot emitting steam sat on top of it.

Scaramouche wore a modest, plain sleepwear. His fringes fell onto the sides of his face. Your mind seemed to forget the events of today and you smile fondly at the sight of your partner. You quietly approach him, wrapping your arms around his chest as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. Scaramouche tenses at the feeling initially before relaxing once he realizes it was you.

“I didn’t hear you come in. You came home early, didn’t you, love?” He greets, stirring the contents of the pot before lowering the heat to talk to you.

You only stay silent, keeping still in your place as you breathe in the familiar scent of his clothes mixed with the gentle smell of the food. Kunikuzushi has always been proficient in cooking.

He doesn’t ignore your unusual silence and turns to face you with a worried expression, something quite rare for a curt man such as him.

“Darling?” He tilts his head in confusion but you insist on holding him longer.

“Just.. Let’s stay like this for a moment.” Whether you meant the embrace or the quiet state of your relationship, you didn’t know. You only wanted to feel him close to you, searching his body language for any signs that his feelings were genuine after all.

Scaramouche sighs admiringly, his face relaxing a little before turning off the heat with the free hand that wasn’t settled on your waist.

“So clingy, how eccentric.” He mutters but you knew he meant well. At least, you think he meant well. You only hum in response, your face still nestled into the crook of his neck.

“Rest. I’ll come join you in a bit.” He whispers to you before planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. You only nod and reluctantly let go of his figure, walking to your room. You miss the way his expression looks conflicted, something vague flashing in the pools of his eyes.

When you settle down in the mattress of your bed, you feel drowsy but is shaken awake by a weight shifting onto the bed, knowing it was Scaramouche.

He gently lays down and holds your hand. “Tough day?” He asks, although softly as to avoid rattling you too much.

“Mhm.” You think back on the happenings of today. The sinking feeling of finding out that your boyfriend completely betrayed your trust like this. You’d rather have him take part of an affair rather than this. In fact, maybe you shouldn’t have indulged in the deepest and loneliest parts of you at all. Maybe you would’ve protected yourself from all this hurt had you not crossed paths with Scaramouche.

“You wanna talk about it? You’re the one who keeps saying we shouldn’t bottle our feelings up. All your nagging makes me worry about you too.” Kunikuzushi scoffs, taking your hands to his plump lips before kissing the bumps of your knuckles.

“Maybe not today. I have to figure out some stuff first, Kuni.” You reply, rubbing the pad of your thumb against his hand. “Goodnight.”

Scaramouche shifts closer to you before saying the same. “Goodnight.”

You don’t catch the guilty string of apologies he mutters under his breath when you fall deep in slumber.

You wake up before Scaramouche when morning comes. Immediately clocking into work as the commander after your morning rituals or routines. You’ve agreed to initiate and carry through with the arrest of the Balladeer.

It took you a while to employ a trusted and competent informant slash spy but it was all worth it in the end. The Balladeer had no plans of leaving Sumeru soon (you briefly wonder if this had anything to do with you), and he would be visiting the Sanctuary if Surasthana later on. You requested for an inconspicuous lockdown of the vicinity at the permission of both Al Haitham and Cyno with an extra go-ahead from Nahida so that way, only you and the Balladeer would be face to face when the time comes, save for the backup you’d be calling if things go sideways and no one except yourself would be harmed in the process. It was a plan everybody else thought was foolproof but you knew full well that it may as well be a suicide mission for you, given that you were know at square one in terms of truly knowing about who Scaramouche was.

You had elite squad members concealed in vantage points throughout the area and it was now time to confront the Balladeer. Not your boyfriend, but the threat to the dreams that you protected with all your will and might.

Scaramouche wore a darker apparel when the moonlight peeked through cloudy skies that was begging to cry with tears. He walked around the area of the Sanctuary for a while before heading to the entrance with a deep breath. He stops in his tracks when your voice comes up from behind him,

“The Balladeer is hereby under arrest with the charges of multiple accounts of murder and conspiracy against various organizations in Teyvat. Any further pleads would have to answer to the council headed by the Akademiya and any refusal to cooperate will be deemed hostile, thus will be dealt with accordingly.” You voice out, a hint of abrasiveness scratching at your tone. You held your weapon on one hand and the other fell limp onto the other side.

Scaramouche only sighs, “I had a feeling you could be catching up sooner or later, darlin—”

“Don’t call me that.” You spat, anger fueling you with every sarcastic word that falls from his mouth.

The Balladeer turns around, a cocky smirk played at his face. “Do you really have the courage to arrest, much more kill me off when you need to, Y/N?”

He crosses his arms, shifting his weight slightly onto one leg before chuckling.

“Would you be daring enough?”

Something in you just snaps and you lunge at him with full speed, making the both of you collapse onto the tiles that reflected the moonlight as it started drizzling, the rain gradually getting harsher. The droplets blended with the frustrated? Heartbroken? Betrayed tears that welled in your eyes, you taste the salt slightly when they run down your face. You sat on top of Scaramouche, your torso slightly leaned forward as you hold a sharp dagger to his neck, the tip begging to pierce his ivory skin.

“I’ll cut your throat, that will shut you up.” You grit, your heart thumping loudly that you swear you can feel it in your throat.

Your chest heaved up and down erratically. The Balladeer only gives you a somber smile before caressing your cheek with his palm. Just like how you did with him every morning that you woke up next to each other.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful, you’ve looked? You've always looked unfairly ethereal, Commander.”

Your resolve falters for a moment at his words. You didn’t know what was real or not anymore. Who was speaking to you? Your Kunikuzushi or the pretentious trickster that was the Balladeer.

You had to let yourself go, just for the last time. You needed answers. Not more questions.

You sniffed as your chest tightened, your heart twisting painfully. How could it possibly do that when at the same time, everything felt numb at the moment.

“How much of it was real?” You say, a grimace falling on your face.

…

He stays silent.

“Fuck, Scara.” You curse, the steady flow of your voice cracking just a bit. “I offered myself to you. I poured myself out to you. So I ask you this. How much of your fucking mind game was real? Or were you just there to hold me up? Were you there to prey on my vulnerability?”

“Was that what you wanted? To feel a sick emotion of breaking me like this?”

Scaramouche only stayed silent for a few seconds.

Your throat felt constricted as an onslaught of salty tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“No. No, it wasn’t. You’re fucking lying to me, aren’t you? You’re lying to me just like how you did when you met me. All you’ve been fucking doing is just deceiving m—”

Scaramouche wanted to scream at you. To scream the truth. To scream that, no, he wanted to be with you. Sure, he lied to you and betrayed you and he felt drawn to you throughout your time together. But he needed to push you away. You needed to despise him to the limit. For the sake of both of you.

“Did you really think that I cared for you that way? That’s quite adorable.” He chuckles lightly in response. "As much as I'd be honored, you're fighting to protect what you believe in. Nothing will get in the way of that. We may be two sides of the same coin. But we're never going to meet in the middle." he says. Scaramouche inwardly recoiled at his words, his statement only serving as a dagger that stabbed the both of you in the end as painfully as he can make it.

Your hands soften the grip on the hilt of the dagger at his words, piercing you right in the correct places.

A lovesick fool of a human was in the place where the rational commander should’ve been. Your hands trembled, making the dagger shake above the skin of Scaramouche’s neck.

“Tell me a part of it was real. That you loved me some time along the way.” You croaked. The rain seemed to be booming at you to finish the job but you… just couldn’t.

Yes. Scaramouche thought. Everything, from that point where I started comparing you to the brightest of stars. Even if I believed they were a hoax, you somehow made me believe that one genuinely existed. That star was you. It’s always been you. I would’ve chosen you if I could.

Kunikuzushi, whether he took the form of the peril of those who knew his name or the form of stranger you once adored, was never good with words. It has always betrayed his true sentiments. He opted for showing his thoughts through his actions instead but even then, it still went against every train of thought that died on his tongue.

Tell me a part of it was real. He replays your desperate plea in his head. The way you looked defeated. Maybe to others, you looked as if you wanted to murder him on the spot but Kunikuzushi has studied and memorized every part of you like a scholar would. He never missed the way your tone cracked with hurt or how your eyes portrayed the deepest sentiments that plagued your mind. Eyes are the windows to the soul, is it not?

“No. I wanted to play with you like how a puppet master would. Cherish your comfort, find out your weaknesses, and break every part of you as if you were made of glass.” His words dripped with false venom, grinning at you as if to mock you. Truth be told, he was also mocking himself.

“Do you dare to kill me, my love? Pierce me right now, I dare you.” Scara mocks at your hesitation.

You muster all your courage, restraining yourself from picking him up from the ground and kissing him to show Scaramouche how desperate you are. To prove something that wasn’t there, you thought.

Instead, you impale the ground with the dagger beside his head with all your strength before you stand up. Your knees buckle slightly but you catch yourself.

You initiate the signal for the others to come and restrain Scaramouche and finally arrest him. Once your squad takes him in, you watch their retreating forms.

Kunikuzushi never once looked back at you during that moment.

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[metalwarrior22]

dialogue (those beginning-of-relationship jitters)

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmjNDWk by geliebtemangos "It's just – having the Avatar saying 'Lay with me' was not something I thought would happen today." A furious blush rose up into Korra's face, yet again, and she looked up into Asami's knowing smirk. "No, that's not – you're teasing me, aren't you." -- Asami and Korra learn, after finally getting together, that they can flirt with each other. (There's also some important discussions that take place in between the kissing.) Words: 22767, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Asami Sato, Korra (Avatar), duh, Pema (Avatar), she's always wildin in my fics btw, not my fault. it was the writers who originated the homewrecking mastermind, don't blame her. she's a good mom she can say whatever she wants, speaking of good moms., mentions of Yasuko Sato being one of the greatest women to grace the earth, Jinora (Avatar), Ikki (Avatar), also the airbending sisters wandered into this fic and were here to stay for a bit, hope that's okay with y'all, i just love them both so much AND they're so fun to write, jinora: oldest sister of all time, Rohan (Avatar), i guess he appears for two seconds, mako is also in here but only as a topic of conversation, this fic does NOT pass the reverse-bechdel test, men are only in here to be talked about, and only briefly so Relationships: Korra/Asami Sato Additional Tags: this is the fic where they turn from established relationship (patent pending) to, Established Relationship, (tm), so like 10k words in i realized that they were learning how to flirt, thus: the number of blushes and kisses in this fic: near catastrophic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff Bomb, yes i coined that term, also there is, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, and spooning confusion (you'll see), Making Out, and asami l____ _____'_ ___, i know. i was also surprised when the demon made me write it, Air Temple Island (Avatar), i haven't read the comics so all republic-city-related details are headcanons i guess, i did read the wikipedia plot synopsis of turf wars though before deciding i didn't really care, (giggles) lol, update since the first time i wrote these tags: i bought turf wars & read it, let's imagine that this fic happens like a week after that or something, Anyway this fic is, Canon Compliant, Post-The Legend of Korra: Turf Wars, did i steal asami's reaction to korra asking about her day from my other fic? yes. and what?, goodness forbid a woman self-plagiarize, did i make them talk about Dikes. yes, yes i did, and i don't even know how dikes work skdkskdwkrnen, also utensils. you'll see, oh yeah there’s also, Teasing, Crying, Reminiscing, that one tag i once saw on a fic:, (bill hader voice) this fic has everything, Pet Names, smh only children and their absolute lack of survival skills (re: tickling), secret sharing, mentions of delicious food (mouth watering emoji), intimate waterbending, intimate conversations in comfy clothes, playful swatting (aplenty bc i love it), OMG SUAVO, y'all are not ready for suavo. it's the funniest thing i've originated in DAYSSS, do i feel like they're ooc at times. yes. On One Cot, do i know what the pov is? hm. maybe shifting third person or something. NO i do not., hopefully the length of these tags is proportionally consistent with, the length of this massive fic (in regards to my other fics). who knows, hey it’s a 20k word one-shot leave me alone!! gotta broadcast to all the audiences, anyway here's 22k words of me literally just imagining my two favorite animated women. Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmjNDWk

[wilmingtoncrp]

As the event was in full swing—everyone enjoying the activities for the Springtide Bash—the attendees were startled by an unexpected broadcast on the town's emergency alert system. A distorted voice began speaking, capturing everyone's attention. The mysterious figure behind the broadcast claimed to have irrefutable evidence that implicates a well-known and respected figure in the community in the death of Mayor Thompson 30 years ago.

"Citizens of our town, I come to you today with a heavy heart and a truth that has been buried for far too long. The evidence I possess will shock you to your core and shatter the illusion of trust you have placed in one of your own. For 30 years, the death of Mayor Thompson has been a mystery, a tragedy that has haunted our community. But now, I can reveal that Abraham Lawson, the very person you have admired and respected, played a crucial role in the mayor's untimely demise."

"The motive is clear: Abraham had a secret connection to The Tattler, the notorious figure who has plagued our town for decades. Together, they conspired to eliminate Mayor Thompson, who had discovered their nefarious dealings and threatened to expose them. The cover-up that followed was an intricate web of lies and deceit, masterminded by him and his allies; the influential Ashford family, Evangeline and Eleanor, Peter Aquino, Michael Hayes, the charitable Minhyuk Yoon-Castillo, Bianca Johnson, Samuel Johnson and Melodie Clark. They have spent the last three decades burying the truth, silencing witnesses, and manipulating the narrative to maintain their facade of innocence."

"But no longer. The evidence I hold is irrefutable, and it will bring their house of cards crashing down. Unless Abraham comes forward and confesses to his role in Mayor Thompson's death, I will release this damning proof to the world, and he will face the consequences of his actions, along with his co-conspirators. The time for secrets is over. The truth will be revealed, and justice will be served. The choice is yours, Abraham. Confess and face the judgment of your community, or watch as your carefully crafted world unravels before your eyes."

Chaos erupted as the broadcast ended, leaving the town reeling from the revelation. The accused individuals—if present at the event—faced immediate scrutiny and questioning from the authorities and the public alike. 

OOC

Feel free to add the new development to your threads, if you want to.

Have fun!

[thefandom-casserole]

Episode 45 Notes-

- THE SPAGHETTI SOUNDS 😭

- I cannot believe they did the PODCASTER as their intro that’s amazing

- I’ve seen a ton of stuff about the Taylor angst and godddd how did we skip from NORMAL to Taylor. I cannot wait

- I’ve missed opening music!!!!!! ❤️

- Chaos orbs- wtf lol

- 🪄Linc has one of the Chaos Orbs that STOP Willy (this was a bit)

- Mastermind Rogue wow Taylor

- “Taylor has the most insufferable ability I’ve ever seen” “I know that”

- RadFact: Taylor misses disguising himself as a trashcan and getting shoved on his stage

- RadFact: Linc’s bathroom regiment is taking off all of his clothes and putting on completely new clothes (they get dirty??) (germaphobe Linc) (Linc only pees at home)

- Linc doesn’t do his own laundry

- NormalFact: Normal is the founder of the SchoolYear Book club, book club that discusses the Year Book

- I just got sent messages going insane about his experience halfway through the podcast and I’m so fucking scared oh. my. god.

- RadFact: Scary’s been in science classes and has developed a favorite planet, which is Mercury, because Mercury has the longest day and night

- Venus has the longest day-

- That’s amazing

- Beth Brittaed the fact I love that

- More orbs!!! There’s Normal-orb!!

- HermieFact: (my jaw dropped I thought he forgot-) Hermie didn’t technically have a childhood because Scam thought a Teen (Freshman) was the funniest time for a kid to become living (he has fake childhood memories)

- He didn’t miss them awww

- TERRY JR VS GLENN

- IM SO EXCITED AHHHHH

- TERRY JR. TRUED TO KILL MICK OH. MY. GOD.

- Terry Jr. WANTS TO BE BANISHED FORVER OH NO THATS SO SAD

- The awkward fighting sounds 😭

- The Kiddads are all so sad

- NO TERRY STARTS CRYING

- “I deserve this. I tried to kill your son. I’m a bad person” “you’re not a bad person! Come here my sweet baby boy!”

- RON AND TERRY OH MY GOD

- Normal was asleep… sure…

- WAY too defensive to have just been asleep

- Normal is NOT crying 🚫❌🙅🏼 no way

- What do you do when your arm itches. You cut it off

- Terry Jr. he can. He cut it off.

- Terry’s memory!!!!

- “I love you so much!!”

- Ron’s getting a haircut???? How…? (Jk jk)

- “You become the person you choose to be around!”

- Oooh they don’t even use hell… they ruin the friendship for nothing

- “I’m a prosniper…”

- “You lied to me kiddo…”

- No…

- “I don’t think you’ve been someone you’d choose to be around lately” AHHHH

- Dude. Scary and her bio dad.

- Terry coming to Scary’s soccer games meant a lot… I’m going to sob… a good day for Scary kinnies

- Oooh bonus points for Scary’s memory slay

- Glenn’s hesitance at the “…he asked me… to kill him…”

- Welllll Nick’s not technically your son buddy boy 💔

- “Do you wanna hit him?” “Kinda” that was unnecessarily funny

- The new Glenn voice I’m crying 😭

- THE CLOSE/FOSTER/SWIFT MEMORY!!!

- “YOU MUST HAVE TONS OF MEMORIES WITH THIS CHAP”Except he didn’t live any of them

- Oh my god. Is that what happens. I’m going to explode omg

- PLEASE say they play off of the Jodie Glenn timeline shit

- I’m going to explode rn

- This is such a good episode oh my goodness

- No… absentee… father Glenn…

- Taylor was born crying like a baby

- Baby Taylor noises oh my god I love you Freddie

- Glenn is such a piece of shit holy cow

- Where did all of his character development go 😭

- “Jodie’s been here like. 3 times” I get that this is about Taylor and Nick but. Man that sucks for Hermie

- “Dang I’m not really sure I like that guy…”

- NO THE PARALLELS OF THE ABSENTEE PARENTS

- “We’re cool now” “absolutely- well-“

- TAYLOR ANGST TAYLOR ANGST IM SO EXCITED

- Taylor wants Nick to go back and time and be there for him

- Oh my god

- Oh. My. God.

- Time traveling must be a metaphor for something but I cannot physically think

- All the. All the training stuff not being about training.

- YESSSSS THIS IS HOW TO ADD ANGST WITHOUT BEING OOC

- AHHHHHHHH

- “Dad… I didn’t even know where you were…”

- No… Nick you’re ruining this… oh no… you’re gonna give Taylor such a bad idea

- TAYLOR’S MEMORY OH MY GODDDDDDD

- Mama’s boy Taylor!!!

- The boy who Taylor surpassed has a dad…

- This is so sad. I feel so bad for Taylor this is so sad oh my god oh my god

- Awwww Glenn’s got some depth!!!!!!!!

- He admits being a shitty dad!!!!

- He wants to restart everything…

- Disney

- “There is no fixing this”

- The US military… omg

- Like in the Guy Who Doesn’t Like Musicals

- OMG OMG GOING INSANE

- AGENT SHMEGAN WTF

- Nooooo Linc got them into this…

- JODIE MORGAN ARE ALL IN HANDCUFFS

- Jodie’s letting them know to get Taylor and Nick out

- Why should Normal be the king of Hell…

- NORMAL AND TAYLOR ARE GOING TO FIGHT

- SECOND EPISODE

- OMG

- OMG

- OMG

- O. M. G.

- ONLY oNE OF THEM LEAVES ALIVE

- THIS FUCKING EPSIODE

- How did it go from the spaghetti to this

[cola-losers]

This whole thing is just fanon vs fanon interpretation. A good chunk of fans think tord is fucking stupid, some think he is just a dude or a mastermind and the same can be said for Tori, no one should be pushing their hcs onto others in a mean-spirited way. If you don't like this fanon/canon interpretation that's okay, but it doesn't make your interpretation better than the other person's. (this message just out in general) Obviously cola-losers didn't like how canon wise they are treating the boys vs girls situation, and they have the right to voice their issues. I don't get why everyone jump onto you for it???

Yeah exactly for the 100th time Tori doesn't even have a characterization

And I know for a fact that a Beyond does give her one and they make her silly or dumb or edgy people are going to bitch about it

I mean, Tord barely has characterization as it is. Most fanon comes from The End for better or for worse and even then that Tord was kinda ooc for no real reason. Like just when we were starting to get characterization from him in pre-legacy he left the show and that's that ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

The point of my post though was just that I found it kind of funny that Tord gets treated like shit in Beyond but Tori is all cute and shit

But also that post was kind of made for Tord fans? Like I'm so sorry Tord fans y'all get shat on sooooo much

[mcltiples]

FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; 🎤 🎤 🎤 [[ your E-Morty, E-Rick and Rick V-79 ]]

{ OOC / HC } Meltdown by Motionless In White

Since you mentioned the trio, all of these songs are going to be involved with the bad ending verse~ And this is the main song of that playlist. It's supposed to be a foil of another song by the same band. Which has similar themes ('cause they were on the same album so, duh) and I thought it was neat because both songs actually parallel to each other. Hence why I feel like this song to specifically fit the bad ending vibes~

'Spiral to extinction, and we know we're fucked,'' 'Cause you can't spell out "virus" without "us", ''The end of mankind will be televised,''On tonight's series finale, we're all gonna fucking die.'

It's a fun play on words, but it does describe the plan that they're doing. The three of them are going to be the cause of the so called "apocalypse" of the Citadel. Committing genocide and wiping out all existences of Ricks and Mortys. The last line has a double meaning. On the first level, it's the confirmation that everyone is going to die by Evil Morty's hand. On the second level, it's a nod to Rick V-79's plan of killing the trio at the very last minute, finally enacting his revenge plot.

'Side effects are not allowed,' 'But may include a meltdown,' 'Celebrate the fallout.'

The fact that Evil Morty won't take no for an answer. He's made up his mind on how he wants the end to look. How he wants to get out of the curve (so he thinks.) In his mind, this is the biggest win of them all. A twisted sort of gratification that has been bestowed onto him. And one that he's actually excited for. So he'll stand for nothing to get in his way.

This whole song has apocalyptic vibes and talks about the world ending. So it's perfect to fantasize about a whole mass plot to explode the Citadel and kill every single Rick and Morty in the multiverse.

{ OOC / HC } THE PURGE by In this Moment

For the bad ending verse, this song is basically Rick V-79's mindset during the entire thing. His role in this scenario isn't a second-in-command, it's the advisor. The right hand man. He's at Evil Morty's side, displayed as someone who's feeding the president the ideas. And he is. He's the true mastermind of this whole operation.

'You're pushing back and forth and forth and back again,' 'They said that you were free, now you're locked in a cage,' 'You're pushing lies like your life is on the line.'

Despite the control he has over the situation, he does allow Evil Morty to do what he needs in order to gain back his trust. A few of these things are actually locking him in a cage and also wearing a collar that sends electroshock waves whenever Rick V-79 is out of line. And these specific lines fit well to that.

{ OOC / HC } As Above, So Below by In This Moment

It's not any surprise that in the bad ending verse, E-Rick gets the bad end of the deal. And this song fits with that. Specifically the torturous relationship that he ends up forming with Rick V-79. Also this kind of goes for the original verse, because this part has been altered due to plotting~

'If you sell, they'll buy,' 'Don't feel, just sign,' 'If you sell, they'll buy,' 'Don't think, stay blind.'

One of the things about E-Rick is that he's loyal no matter what. He wouldn't listen to anyone other than the president. Which, in this case, ended up getting him into trouble. It was Evil Morty who heard about the idea and enticed E-Rick into agreeing.

'Just sign on the dotted line,' 'Give me the control, he whispered softly,' 'You're crawling inside my mind,' 'Don't you fight me.'

And what happened, well, Rick V-79 inserted a chip into E-Rick's mind. Allowing him to give up control, being puppeteered around in order for Rick V-79 and Evil Morty to have more control over the situation. Basically getting rid of any voice of reasoning.

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Wanted to write a slight sequal to this  (also sorry if any of the cannon characters are ooc also might make this a small series of sorts) 

         Dallas left the lab, Dean’s head against his shoulder as he left the lab with the others. He moved along, glad that no one had been alerted to their location yet looking down seeing the child was passed out. The Master mind wondered who would do such a thing to a child, wondering if it was their contract who had sent them to come get the files and stuff. Part of him wondered if the person knew that if they hadn’t checked, the strange room in the center would have left a child to die. Making it outside, he saw Twitch was parked nearby, causing him to smile, glad for a reliable guy like him. Moving quicker, he went to the back doors, pulling them open and got in. The others climbed in soon after him, as he reached down to take off the youngers bag gently. Not wanting to wake Dean up gently taking out his blanket and stuffed toy covering him up, the boy only shifting slightly but not waking up. Giving a sigh, he took his mask off the others, doing the same thing no one said a word for a moment until Hoxton spoke up “so what are we gonna do with him?” he asked. The brit motioned to Dean, who was still passed out, curled into a ball holding his toy tightly to his chest. Watching as they gave a small whimper in his sleep before calming down as Wolf moved to sit on the floor, gently carding his fingers through his hair. The motion calmed the boy down enough as he relaxed but Wolf didn’t stop wanting to be sure the boy was comfortable and safe for the ride. Quietly, the others talked so they wouldn’t  wake the boy up trying to figure out what to do with him. Dallas gave a sigh “something in my gut tells me the one who gave us the contract knew about him,” he simply said to the others. Chains gave a sigh in response “some crazy fucked up people in the world” Chains said as he shook his head. Hoxton just gave a nod of agreement he may not have been good with kids all that much but even this left a bad taste in his mouth.  

         The mastermind’s gaze went down to the child for a moment, a soft look crossing it. Despite his calmness on the outside like Wolf, his blood boiled at the very thought someone doing this to a child. Using them as nothing more than a lab rat for some sick experiment it made him sick. He had felt the urge to get ill back in that room, seeing the scars from all the injections on the boy’s arms. It had been made worse when Dean had acted scared, thinking he was in trouble when Wolf had left the room upset, thinking he would be punished. Some deep part of Dallas wanted to track down who did this and show them what true terror was like. Yeah, it was dark, but so what was done to this kid who didn’t understand why he had been hurt and left alone. Discarded as if he had been trash or some insignificant bug, he knew Bain probably thought the same thing after they had broke in and saw the boy too. Their leader tho the title was shared between him and Dallas had gone silent after that until the end of the mission when they had left. But now remained eerily silent as if lost in thought before speaking up again “Guy’s you there?” he asked, keeping his voice down. This made the four, including Twitch, jump slightly in response. Hoxton taking the initiative, seeing as everyone else was preoccupied either calming their racing heart. Or in Wolf’s case, keep a child from waking up from their sleep “yeah were hear what do you need?” he asked simply. Listening, they were given instructions on dropping off everything else and to come back to the safe house with Dean.  

       Looking at each other before giving confirmation they would do that, noticing how tense the man sound. It was like something had been found in those computer files that he wanted to share once back. Like it was a matter for not only them but for the others to hear too. It also seemed like Bain was planning something which didn’t sound like it was something bad but it felt like it would involve them. Hell, over all this, heists seemed much bigger than the others they had gone on in the past few years. Making it to the destination, they dropped off what was required and picked up their payday the rest of the drive after was uneventful. During the drive, Dean had woken up for a moment muttering something before moving to sit in Wolf’s lap. Afte the drive was pretty mundane before they pulled into the garage, backing up into the spot the doors opened showing Houston and Jacket, who were ready to carry the loot down to the safe. Both were not ready to see a small child with said loot, both looking at each other. Before looking back again, before being told it would be explained once they got inside fully. Dallas looked at his brother, asking him to gather the others in his office. Next to him, Wolf got out holding Dean and the backpack looking to Jacket “hey can I lay him on your couch down stairs?” he asked him.  

      Jacket gave a nod, seeing that he wouldn’t be needed as he motioned for his friend to follow. He lead him down to his area in the basement next to Sokol’s hockey set up cleaning up the couch a bit  of crumbs and pizza boxes. Before looking for the pillow and laying it on the couch, carefully leaning up, he gave the thumbs up to his friend before heading upstairs. Left alone, Dean was laid on the couch gently by swede who tucked him in gently and stayed with him for longer. Before he headed upstairs to hear what Bain had found in those files, and hoping they could track down who had done this.