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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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Yuu is Loopy and Doesn't Recognize Them

Based of this meme I saw and I couldn't get it out of my head

GN. Yuu isn’t drunk but is loopy on potions/meds. A bit Suggestive??? Leona calls you Scavenger/Pillow Enjoy

Riddle

Riddle swore that when he sees Ace again, it will be off with his head. The brain dead idiot is responsible for landing you in the nurse's office. Thankfully, according to Professor Crewel, you will be okay and were ready to go back to Ramshackle.

Being the responsible boyfriend he is, he made sure to take your arm and guide you through the mirror to Ramshackle and into the creaky dorm. You were obviously still a bit out of it as you stumbled through the hall and didn’t appear to hear anything he said. As he approached the stairs, wondering how he would get you into your room did you speak.

“Where are we going?” You slurred rubbing your temples with your fingers. “To your room,” Riddle answered. “Rose, can you hear me now?” Riddle asked, voice tinged with worry. “Why are we going…” you paused trying to formulate words, “…to some room?” Riddle raised a brow and spoke slowly, relaxing his grip on your arm as he did so. “You need to get some rest, don’t worry I’ll make sure you sleep well, okay?"

To his confusion, you suddenly pulled away from him and stumbled back a little. “Ah, Rose what are you—“ “Sorry you seem really nice and all but I have a boyfriend.” “Huh?!” Stumbling backward away from Riddle you practically fell onto the couch behind you. “Sorry I’m not gonna sleep with anyone, I have a boyfriend…” You slurred again, making Riddle stiffen before going pink and letting out a chuckle.

“Rose, I am your—“ “Goodnight” You whispered before promptly passing out on the couch. Riddle just stood there for a moment stupified, before softly chuckling to himself. You really did love him, huh?

Leona

“What's wrong with you?” Leona asked upon seeing Ruggie drag his seemingly blitzed-out partner behind them into his room. “I dunno what happened but Professor Crewel said to let them rest,” Ruggie responded. “So you brought them to me?” Ruggie’s face fell, he knew damn well if he were the one to take you home that Leona would have complained. “Well, they’re your problem now shishishi! Good luck”

Letting out a yawn, Leona looked over to where you stood wobbling. “Come here, Pillow.” The lion leaned up and pulled you toward the bed. You weakly tried to pull your hand away. “Eh? What gives?” Leona’s ears twitch as you stumble back. “My boyfriend will get upset if he sees you holding my hand. “Oh yeah?” The lion smirked.

“Yeah, and I’m not a cheater either so leave me alone.” You mutter, eyes fluttering as you fight off sleep. Leona pulls you closer to him easily. “I am your boyfriend.” The shocked expression that arises on your face is one he will never forget. “No way that's awesome!”

“Yeah yeah, get to bed, scavenger.” He smirks, pulling you into his arms. As you fade into unconsciousness, he watches over you. Just how did he get so lucky?

Azul

Azul didn’t know who he should be mad at: Jade for feeding you some mysterious mushroom concoction that he sure would have no side effects or you for actually agreeing to test out Jade’s new drink. Regardless you are now in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge as Azul goes through some of the potions he has on hand.

Sitting on the VIP couch you watched as Azul kneeled beside you. The mer fussed over you as you seemingly stared through him. Despite his lips moving you couldn’t hear anything he said. “Um, Angelfish are you alright?” Azul asks nervously as your eyes bore a hole through him.

“You kinda look like… my boyfriend…” you slur. If he wasn’t worried sick, he would have actually found the situation humorous, dumbfounded he responded. “Well, what does he look like?” “He’s so beautiful, man.” You sigh.

Azul feels his cheeks heat up as he uncorks a curing potion, wondering how he’s going to get you to drink it. “Like… I love him so much… He’s so pretty and soft and I wanna hold him…” “… Come now love, try and drink this and then rest…” The mer stutters and holds the bottle to your lips. Thankfully, you downed it pretty easily and promptly fell asleep muttering about how much you loved your boyfriend the whole time. Azul’s face was several shades of blue.

Jamil

Vil ended up poisoning you pretty badly during his overblot, and Jamil has been worried sick, to say the least as he sits beside your bed in the nurse's office, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. As you begin to stir, all of Jamil’s attention snaps to you.

“Yuu?” He calls out, giving you a few moments to stir and wake up. You blink tiredly at him before sitting up and looking around. Jamil wanted to crush you into a hug and ask if you were alright but knew that it may overwhelm you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking your hands into his as the heart monitor continues to beep. You blink owlishly and look at your hands. “I have a boyfriend.” You say after a while. Jamil didn’t know if he should be annoyed or amused, but it did flatter him to know how loyal you are to him.

A mischievous glint appears in his eye. “I am your boyfriend.” Your eyes widen as the heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly as you smile. “I love you…” You slur, trying to lean into your lover's touch.

Vil

After a certain Shroud’s overblot, you were left hospitalized in a coma for a week. Vil was worried sick and visited you as much as he could, if he couldn't be there, Rook would watch over you for him. When he saw a text notification for Rook saying you were awake, he went to visit you immediately.

Rook didn’t have time to warn Vil about your condition as he walked in and immediately held your face, looking deep into your eyes before hugging you, body shaking as he held onto you. “You’re awake…” He says after a long pause.

You pull away from Vil, and the blond gets ready to scold you for your reckless behavior until he notices your expression. "I have… a boyfriend named Vil… sorry…" you babble before passing out again. Vil would make sure to scold you later

Idia

He was confused when he saw Ortho holding your hand and guiding you to his room. He didn't know how to explain it, but as he watched you through the camera feed something about your movements felt… off

Once Ortho dragged you into his room did he figure out what was wrong? "It's the side effect of their medication," Ortho said after explaining how you ended up in the nurse's room— why did they even discharge you in this state??

Idia groaned and started to clean off his bed to make room for you, before getting up and helping Ortho to guide you over to his bed. "Come on Yuu-shi the sooner you sleep the better." You didn't budge. Instead, you stared through him. Idia stared back awkwardly.

"You seem nice but I already have a boyfriend and I love him." Idia's hair flushed pink. "Eh? What did you say?" "I love my boyfriend and only him so I can't sleep with you…"

You instead sit down slowly and lay on the floor, immediately falling asleep much to Ortho's confusion and Idia's embarrassment.

Malleus

"Oh dear, what happened to you?" Malleus asked as you stumbled up the path to Ramshackle. It was supposed to be your nightly walk together but you didn't look so good.

You didn't respond as you allowed Malleus to help guide you into Ramshackle and onto the couch. After a moment Malleus asks again, "Mind telling me what happened to you?"

"No worries, I happen to have a recovery spell I can use…" Malleus hums, preparing a spell. "You sound like my boyfriend…" Malleus chuckles. "Is that so Child of Man?" You lazily nod. "He's my most favorite person in the entire world…" you yawn, and Malleus can only admire you, lovestruck.

"I don't think Jade made me the right tea…" you mutter as you lay down. Malleus makes sure to note that he would have to pay a visit to Jade later as he frets over you.

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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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nrc when you dodge their kisses

SUMMARY: The NRC boys try to kiss you, and you dodge. How dare you!

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: You already know what I'm gonna say. Azul you're gorgeous and I want actually I NEED you to hmu!! I would treat you so right!! Just one kiss please!! You can tell I'm Azul biased and I am not sorry!!

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts immediately turns as red as his hair. He apologizes profusely for assuming you’d be up for a cheek kiss and you have to resist the urge to hug him. You tell him to calm down, that it was a joke. His relief is evident, but you can tell there’s something else on his mind as he stares at you, so you offer him your cheek again.

Trey Clover apologizes immediately, his cheeks flushed pink. This is one of the only times you’ll ever see him rattled, slightly embarrassed that you’d dodged his display of affection. He shakes it off pretty easily though, much to your chagrin. Smooch him.

Cater Diamond knows what you’re playing at. He holds your face still and gives you two big smooches on your cheeks, telling you he loves you before rushing off to class. He’s going to dodge you the next time you try to kiss him as payback.

Deuce Spade looks heartbroken. He apologizes and vows to ask before doing anything like that next time. He asks if he’s made you uncomfortable or if anything is wrong, and when you tell him it’s a joke he gets so relieved. Don’t scare him like that again!

Ace Trappola whines incessantly. Anyone would be lucky to kiss him and you just dodged him! Like he was chopped liver! Is that what he is to you? Huh!? It’s hilarious because he will not SHUT UP until you give him Two (2) kisses to make up for the one he missed and the time he spent lamenting over it.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar narrows his eyes and stares at you. You pretend you don’t notice, continuing to walk inside your classroom that he’d so kindly walked you to. Except he doesn’t leave. “Herbivore.” Leona calls, and even though he didn’t touch you, you freeze. “You forgot something.”

Jack Howl assumes you’re not in the mood and shrugs it off. Well, that’s what it would seem like if you weren’t an expert in Jack Howl Communications. His ears are lowered and his tail isn’t wagging as much anymore, and you know it’s because he’s worried. The next time you see him, you cup his face and give him a kiss on the cheek, just to watch him perk up again.

Ruggie Bucchi’s ears flatten almost immediately. He immediately assumes he’s done something wrong and starts bringing you a bunch of snacks to make up for it. He’s laughing on the outside but dying on the inside. He will literally only touch you again when you initiate or until you tell him it’s a joke.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto wants to run away, and he almost does. The world crashes around him and his mind immediately runs to his octopot and all the mockery he faced and how you are the last person he wants to see him that way. You immediately notice that the small joke hurt his feelings in a way that you never wanted to hurt him, and grab his face to kiss him gently. “I’m sorry honey. You were going to miss.” you murmur as you pull away, rubbing circles on his cheek with your thumb, “Had to make sure you didn’t.”

Jade Leech pretends to be wounded. He refuses to accept any affection from you for the next five hours because you broke his heart so bad. Maybe next time you’ll think before you deny the eel the attention he rightfully deserves!! If you try anything, he’ll dodge it with a “oh, I’m sorry. I’m busy. Come back later.” JADE STOP.

Floyd Leech is another whiner. You dodge his kisses, he’ll pout and whine for hours. No amount of kisses you give him to make up for it will be enough. Ten, fifteen, twenty kisses, on his forehead, cheeks, or lips…won’t be enough. He will hold this over your head.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim blue screens and tries to figure out what he did wrong. He apologizes quickly and asks if you want him to keep his distance from you today. He doesn’t phrase it in a dramatic way like some of the students on this list. Instead, his words are genuine and warm, with only your comfort in mind. He’s very observant so he’ll be able to tell if you really do want your space!

Jamil Viper rolls his eyes and goes about his day. He immediately assumes that you’re playing a prank on him, and he fully intends to do what you did to him but doubled. You lean in for a kiss the next day, he dodges it. You try to hold his hand, he moves it at the last second. Just apologize, he’s so petty.

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit narrows his eyes and stares at you. He doesn’t like playing your silly little games and will immediately ask if that's what you’re doing. No matter your response, he rolls his eyes and lets it go. If you want any of his affection, you’re going to have to initiate next time.

Rook Hunt doesn’t realize you’ve dodged until his lips don’t land on yours. He’s already closed his eyes when he stumbles a bit, his eyes flying open in surprise. You stand behind him with a mischievous little smile, and he immediately knows what you’re doing. He cries out some monologue about your cruelty before giving you a forehead kiss.

Epel Felmier narrows his eyes and refuses to give you kisses after that. His ego is hurt and you’re responsible! You’re going to need to promise to never do it again and give him a kiss to make up for it. How dare you make him out to be a fool!

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud wants to crawl into a hole and die. He finally gained the courage to kiss you goodbye for the second time this week, and you dodged him! That was so cringe he thinks he’s going to explode. He only feels a little bit better when you grab his face and kiss him twice - one on each cheek.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia is frozen, his eyes wide with surprise. You’ve always been receptive to his advances, and now that you’re not he doesn’t know what to do. Recovering quickly, he smirks and looks you dead in the eye. “I suppose you’re avoiding my affection today? Fine. I shall fulfill your wishes, Child of Man.”

Sebek Zigvolt jumps away, his face flaming red. He immediately starts yelling about how he wasn’t trying to give you a forehead kiss, he was just checking over your shoulder to make sure nobody was about to attack you! Cup his cheek and kiss his forehead - watch him get even redder.

Silver blinks slowly before nodding, telling you he understands and he hopes you have a good lesson. Assuming you want your distance, Silver doesn’t initiate any affection for the rest of the day unless you give him explicit permission.

Lilia Vanrouge follows your dodge and lands a kiss on you anyway. He laughs loudly at your surprise, booping you on the nose before practically bouncing off to his next class. If you want to give him a kiss, he’s going to dodge and stick his tongue out at you now.

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*sniffling* I just lack that old fashioned charm. Keith has turned me down. Maybe Ten would have me.

"No, I haven't! I didn't say you have to use my methods!"

"Yes, I will, screw his pompous ass."

"Hey!"

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Im... your biggest fan!

you're actually their favorite character in a light novel! What kind of merch do they have of you and how do they react when you're isekai'd into their world?

contains: Arataki Itto, Scaramouche, Gorou, Al Haitham, Kaedehara Kazuha

SORRY fem pronouns for kaz one, some profanity in most of them idk what to add warninfs so figure it out ig. Inspired by the Al Haitham plush i bought in a moment of weakness

𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

-He's a diehard SIMP.

-he will defend your character with his life, he gets into fights with all of the other kids over you, anyone in his gang who dares to utter anything against you is immediately punished in the worst way possible.

-Bro is wearing hairpins, putting up posters praising you and your greatness

-even painting his horns to your signature colors

-he spends more time in a cell than out, but Granny keeps all of his small merchandise for him, figurines, tshirts that hes too large to fit, you name it.

-at the great sing-along, he'll have a cutout of you right next to the great Ms. Hina

-Hey, this cutout is so lifelike- wait, Y/N?!?!?!

You feel cold sand when you start to wake up, crackling of a fire and the ocean waves for some reason. Your genshin file said unable to open and you assumed the worst, after one more login attempt everything when black, and now you're here.

Itto is the first to run up to you to see if its real, if he hasn't had too much sake and you're standing there in the flesh. The first thing he notices about you is the choker you wear, identical to his, and the hoodie you wear that replicates his own oni markings

You both scream in terror and joy

Itto can't be bothered to worry about all of this though, because right now hes picking you up and bringing you along to the festival with the rest of his gamg and telling you stories about them and end off the night with the tale of the crimson oni.

MORE HERE !

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄��𝒆

-No one talks to him about you anymore.

-He will DIE on the hill that you did nothing wrong ESPECIALLY if you were a villain or just a bad person

-"They aint mean it tbh" and "They said sorry sooo" like every single eren defender rn

-He projects HARD and he will cut people off if he finds out that someone misinterpreted your character

-Hes a little shy abt buying merch but he knows all of your lore and finds himself info-dumping if anyone brings you up even if he doesn't want to

-"well ackshually, they said that they wouldn't eat that so youre a fake fan. Wym im wrong it licherally says that on page 67 book 2.5 spinoff did we even read the same book?" -🤓

-"Wow, ive never met a fan who knows as much as I do- oh my archons no fucking way."

Maybe you were a little evil for challenging Scaramouche- or the Wanderer, as you got him, to a test of knowledge about your series but how could you resist? You blew your last paycheck on pulling for him and on the last ten pull you blacked our and woke up in sumeru. So in a way it worked?

Scaramouche's brain is fried and the person he's been defending since the day he finished book one is standing right in front of him!

Did someone just breathe near you?? "FILTHY VERMI-"

You don't even stop him, you paid good money for this so a little destruction never hurt anyone.

Except it did because as Scaramouche tried to take you around the city so you could see it with your own eyes, people kept bumping into you with t being a crowded street and all so he punched all of them.

Nahida scolded him about the fragility of human life after that.

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖

-this poor boy.

-he is SO SHY abt enjoying your series to the degree he does

-he is a GENERAL! how would his soldiers react to him having such a... childish hobby? Its bad enough hes hiding his secret column at rhw Yae Publishing House from them, but this is a different level of shame.

-Like genuinely only reads it at night when hes the last one on patrol, goes to a secret spot on watatsumi where he has a secret someone Kokomi drop the latest volume off for him when he's too busy to get it himself (such a kind and generous soul!)

-But on his rare off-days, he can be seen at the Yae Publishing House himself makingg skittish conversation with Yae Miko while he waits for the nice lady at the counter to give him his nice and fresh copy of your series

-So when he sees the Guji Yae speaking to someone he's never even seen around the publishing house before, his ears twitch and his interest is peaked.

"...So you don't know how you've gotten here, or how to get back. Rather peculiar isn't it?" He hears the kitsune whisper in an intrigued tone, which is never good.

He heard her say that the person she was speaking to is lost, maybe he could be of some assistance! Anything is better than having to be in the presence of that... witch!

Gorou will muster all of his courage to approach this conversation with formality without tucking his tail between his legs and retreating, so he taps your shoulder and says "I couldn't help but overhearing you were lost? I'm General Go-"

You've cut him off before he can even finish "Gorou! No way! God- Oh, you all say Archons, sorry! Im Y/n-"

and Gorou freezes because Archons you're gorgeous and he can feel his tail wagging and he doesn't even care because he imagined you pretty but never this pretty.

Miko, who saw this event unfold and had a hand in making it happen smiled in an almost knowing way, gently pushed you towards the general who was practically drooling "Im sure General Gorou doesn't mind giving you a tour and somewhere to stay for your time here. Now run along, youre going to run customers away if you keep standing here."

𝑨𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎

-you could not WATERBOARD it out of him.

-threaten his career, his comfortable living style, force feed him canned knowledge and he still will not budge.

-Its not even that hes ashamed of it, he gives no fucks abt what people think of him and his interests.

-its that youre from a rather popular series across sumeru, and if people knew he liked it then they would try and talk to him about it.

-So its his little secret, the only person who knows is Kaveh and that's because he walked into the scribe's room without knocking once and got a good view of the little plushie he keeps of you on his otherwise empty bed.

-Now if Kaveh tells a soul he's threatened with homelessness.

-Kaveh doesn't care one way or the other, personally he sees your series as another fad that will die out and mindless dribble (he read 2 pages)

-but does he get kicked out if the person he tells about Haitham's little secret is... well... you?

Al Haitham is slow to enter his shared home with Kaveh, keys feeling heavy in his hands as he recalls the dozens of voices and mindless conversation he was forced to sit through today.

All he wanted was to sit down in his living room and curl up with a book, but of course his insufferable roomate picks today of all days to have a guest over.

Al Haitham settles to just turn in early to his room but he picks up on a bit of Kaveh's conversation

"-and the plushie! How could i forget that 'The Feeble Scholar Al Haitham' has the cutest little plushie on his bed in pristine condition! Why, you would think-"

"Think what exactly, Kaveh?"

Alhaitham decides to make himself known, because if there is one think Kaveh will do its run his mouth until the end of time.

He's about to tell him to pack his bags, but he looks to the person he was speaking to in the first place. It feels unreal but after meeting the traveler, maybe other people really can come from other worlds.

That is somehow the only logical explanation to how you're sitting on his couch, sipping a coffee that Kaveh seems to have provided you with a plushie sitting next to you that looks like him.

"You should be thanking me, you know. I found them on the street asking people if they know who that-" he gestures to your own plushie of him "-was. Thankfully, as i am ever generous and kind i extended an offer to our home. If it were you then im sure you would've walked right past them!"

Al Haitham's head is still spinning, and he feels like hes going to pass out; from todays prior events and right now "I'll deal with this later. Prepare the spare room for them. After the day i had you don't want me to deal with this now."

You perk up at that "Youre tense right? I read something about how you're easily stressed when you have to be around more people than you find necessary, if you don't mind i could give you a massage?"

Kaveh gags but after looking at Al Haithams face growing redder by the second, he laughs.

...then immediately gags again and turns to leave as he sees Al Haitham situating himself next to you.

𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

-Youre a seamans tale that sailors tell their children when theyre scared of storms

-"And she tells the Almighty Shogun that she will not have anymore of her nonsense! Which is all the thunder because shes fighting the electro archon and making all the lightning go away."

-Kazuha also tells the kids aboard the ship the story of the one brave enough to challenge the electro archon herself.

-perhaps he fell in love with you because you are what he wished he could be

-the children also catch him describing you in the most dreamy way and giggle because the samurai is in love with the mighty sky warrior

-There's a strange smell in the air, what's that sound? Thunder? no... wait what-

During a particularly bad storm, that has everyone on the Alcor bracing for wave after wave, Kazuha doesn't leave his crows nest, hoping for even the slightest hint of land to steer everyone towards.

But instead of smelling land, he smelled something completely new, almost out of this world. He looks below him for anything, but theres a new sound coming from above him that no one else seems to hear, perhaps because of the storm?

When the sound gradually got closer, he realized that was the sound of someone yelling, and approaching at a rapid rate- oh my archons a girl is falling out of the sky-!

Kazuha doesn't think, and he leaps out of his crows nest to catch you and slow down the fall with anemo. When he lands, hes holding you close to his chest and youre so disoriented you dont even realize you can get down "Oh! Im not dead! Where is the shogun i swear i just beat that fight in the plane of- where the hell am i why am i wet?? why is kazuha holding me?"

"You know my name?"

"Of course i do! You didn't come home and i lost 50/50 to keqing AGAIN- wait where am i-"

"You said you were fighting the shogun?"

"...Yes? I needed to get the primogems to pull for your rerun so i was completing story quests."

"I don't know what you're saying, but if you're really who i think you are, then i will brave this storm so you may grace my ears with your story. If you would allow me, i would also like to be part of yours."

"did kazuha himself just give me some of that poetic rizz?"

"I haven't known you for very long y/n, but you say some of the silliest things."

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Self-aware isekai'd househusbands, what a great idea that was. The Vil piece was so fun that I wasn't more!

Can you write Riddle as an isekai'd househusband? Thank you!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, blood, murder, death, violence, stalking, unhealthy relationship, obsession

Your totally normal isekaid househusband

Imagine, you are the male equivalent of a magical girl in villain version who got isekaid into the normal world

One would think that world domination or something to that would follow, right?

Well no.... said magical girl is right now starting holes into a cookbook

And he kinda likes it- no, he loves to study the culinary arts

Not just for anyone of course

Riddle has become a little helping hand in your home after you found him one day drenched to the bone outside of your little safe haven

But at this point the two of you might be married with you being the breadwinner

In the morning he wakes you up, makes you breakfast, hands you your lunch when you are heading out, cleans the house, spends his time doing... things, greets you when you return gives you food and does more things that would stereotypically be considered as stay-at-home-partner activities

How calm... how sweet... how-Riddle, what are you doing?

Riddle wakes up one hour before you usually do. So what does he do in that hour?

So, half an hour before you wake up he prepares breakfast but the thirty minutes before...

Well he is just standing there, staring at your sleeping figure

Ok. Creepy but at least the time from breakfast till him being done with chores is normal

So uh... remember those “things” I mentioned earlier? Well...

There are those noisy neighbors everyone has, right?

So uh... please don't mention them annoying you in any way. Please don't. Just don't. Oh why? Hehe... don't think too much about what I just said, yes?

When you return Riddle emerges from the kitchen, asking you if everything is alright

Following to that he scolds you for staying out too late

That crazy maniac is running freely out there! All those poor souls lost to them

Your neighborhood might have a... uh... “spontaneous death through decapitation” problem

The crime scenes are clean or rather they are until you enter the room in which “that” happened and you find a surprisingly clean you-know-what sitting there in a chair with their you-know-what laying in their lap, a white rose tucked somewhere in that meat pile as well

Of course Riddle knows that his actions aren't good in any way but when you good him that the old creepy neighbor next door had been scaring you for so long he saw red and...

Let's just say that magic makes it incredibly easy to leave a crime scene without any trace

Ah yes, roses! Let's talk about something easier on the stomach!

Riddle plants of course roses. White ones

Sometimes you even get a few of them, them now being red

You once asked why the roses are red considering that he always plants white ones which he answered with him painting them red just for you

Ah yes, you totally forgot that little thing about his dorm. And isn't it cute? Such a pretty red as well... although the paint is a bit fragile and falls off in flakes if you aren't careful

His pastries are a bit dangerous to eat, he adds sometimes odd things because someone wrote a tip in a baking forum as a joke, but his lunches are pretty good

When you try to help him though he is strictly against it. Especially when it's about doing the laundry

Meh. Probably nothing. Although... you have found splatters of that red paint once or twice on a piece of clothing of his before... probably go it on there the last time he painted the roses red

Though, you do wonder... where is that cleaver that had been missing from the kitchen?

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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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Self-aware isekai'd househusbands, what a great idea that was. The Vil piece was so fun that I wasn't more!

Can you write Riddle as an isekai'd househusband? Thank you!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, blood, murder, death, violence, stalking, unhealthy relationship, obsession

Your totally normal isekaid househusband

Imagine, you are the male equivalent of a magical girl in villain version who got isekaid into the normal world

One would think that world domination or something to that would follow, right?

Well no.... said magical girl is right now starting holes into a cookbook

And he kinda likes it- no, he loves to study the culinary arts

Not just for anyone of course

Riddle has become a little helping hand in your home after you found him one day drenched to the bone outside of your little safe haven

But at this point the two of you might be married with you being the breadwinner

How calm... how sweet... how-Riddle, what are you doing?

Riddle wakes up one hour before you usually do. So what does he do in that hour?

So, half an hour before you wake up he prepares breakfast but the thirty minutes before...

Well he is just standing there, staring at your sleeping figure

Ok. Creepy but at least the time from breakfast till him being done with chores is normal

So uh... remember those “things” I mentioned earlier? Well...

There are those noisy neighbors everyone has, right?

So uh... please don't mention them annoying you in any way. Please don't. Just don't. Oh why? Hehe... don't think too much about what I just said, yes?

When you return Riddle emerges from the kitchen, asking you if everything is alright

Following to that he scolds you for staying out too late

That crazy maniac is running freely out there! All those poor souls lost to them

Your neighborhood might have a... uh... “spontaneous death through decapitation” problem

Of course Riddle knows that his actions aren't good in any way but when you good him that the old creepy neighbor next door had been scaring you for so long he saw red and...

Let's just say that magic makes it incredibly easy to leave a crime scene without any trace

Ah yes, roses! Let's talk about something easier on the stomach!

Riddle plants of course roses. White ones

Sometimes you even get a few of them, them now being red

You once asked why the roses are red considering that he always plants white ones which he answered with him painting them red just for you

Ah yes, you totally forgot that little thing about his dorm. And isn't it cute? Such a pretty red as well... although the paint is a bit fragile and falls off in flakes if you aren't careful

His pastries are a bit dangerous to eat, he adds sometimes odd things because someone wrote a tip in a baking forum as a joke, but his lunches are pretty good

When you try to help him though he is strictly against it. Especially when it's about doing the laundry

Meh. Probably nothing. Although... you have found splatters of that red paint once or twice on a piece of clothing of his before... probably go it on there the last time he painted the roses red

Though, you do wonder... where is that cleaver that had been missing from the kitchen?

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Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, death, stalking, violence, obsessive behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, blood

Your totally normal isekaid househusband

Vil by himself is already... something?

But then imagine, someone that can use magic ending up in our world

Yeah, becoming more or less a househusband is not exactly high on the list of possibilities

Jokes on the list though, that is exactly what Vil did

One year later and he is standing in an apron in your kitchen whilst you are rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, him greeting you with a “Have you slept well? I made breakfast.”

He can barely suppress himself from hanging a “darling” at the end

Or from proposing to you but Vil wants to do that with style... and when he is finally able to calm down enough that the thought of marriage with you doesn't make him a flustered puddle

For anyone else he wouldn't even have lifted a finger but for you? He is the perfect stay at home partner

The Chronicles of neighbor gossip speaks of a legend that says that angels are weeping tears of joy and singing chorus whenever Vil wipes the house own for the last speck of dust

Despite being held in such high regard, Vil is not part of the tightly-knit neighborhood spy system

Aka hpstay at home partners gossiping with each other

Oh no, he has better things to do

Like making sure that one coworker of yours finally gets it and stays away

Doesn't matter if they are from the opposite or the same gender as you

Once you brought over a new coworker that was a bit too pushy and followed you all the way back home just for them to be found dead the next morning

You would believe that the model would return to modeling, needing that sweet sweet cash, but no, he doesn't

Why should he when he can also do your laundry and smell the sweet smell of your shampoo that has rubbed into the fabric... WHY ARE YOU SO EARLY HOME??!

And he totally does not want to speak into a pillow whenever you look at him with that cute, tired expression when you come home after a long day

The only time Vil cares to be social is when it could be for your benefit or he has to make sure that no one gets too close to you

Ok, yeah, you probably aren't a fan of that one noisy neighbor lady... Let him take care of her?

Oh you know, just let him bake some cakes...

“No da- *ahem* don't take a piece. I made them for her. It never hurts to be nice, right?”

HAS SO MANY PHOTOS

Pro tip, DO NOT open his closet

If you do, you might find yourself feeling a bit invaded when it comes to your privacy

But other than that, he is a perfect househusband!

Do me a favor though, ok? Don't let too many others into the house

One day you might hear something snap and then the kitchen needs a change of wallpaper

And maybe the police needs to be called but who am I to talk

It's not like the crime rate went up after he arrived, right?

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— " SO MEAN SHRIMPY ! " Suggestive / Fluff / Gender neutral reader | Another fic I'm not proud of [ Merform!Floyd }

The coldness of the water embraced your legs, as you let out a hitched breath, feeling your body cool down. It was incredibly scorching outside, your uniform was no help in the factor either, your thoughts trailed off as you felt something slightly spiky yet smooth, wrap itself around your legs. “How’s my little shrimpy, doing?”, Floyd perks up from the water, in his merform.

Floyd lets out a small chuckle, noticing your initial shock; his thorny teeth on full display, you assume the object around your legs was his tail. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d see Floyd’s merform, his webbed hands and predatory appearance of sorts coming as no surprise to you.

You let out a heavy sigh of annoyance as Floyd lays his head on your lap; drenching the rest of your clothing; “What do you think you’re doing?” you mumble out, too tired to cause a fuss, sadly the eel ignored you, coddling further into your embrace, snuggling into the fabric that was already damp with humid, you felt the warmth of his breath under the cloth; as he continued with his movements, trying to fit into a comfortable position. You could feel his body relax as he finally eases into your grasp.

You let out a heavy breath, you suppose you should give him the attention he so desperately, craves; you reach out towards him, tracing the heart shaped outline on his back slowly, the sink in your fingertips, caused his breath to hitch ever so slightly, as he let lose a breathy chuckle of sorts, you could feel the sharp sting of his fangs through the fabric of your clothes, ‘God those were sharp’, you thought to yourself, giving Floyd a light tap on his head, your way of telling him to stop with whatever he was planning.

He raised his head, giving you a playful pout of sorts, “So mean shrimpy!”

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— " INK STAINED ROSES " Slightly suggestive / Overblot Riddle / Gender neutral reader | Not proud of this- [ Can be interpreted as yandere and non yandere ]

The scent of raw putrid ink filled the air, the stench causing your mind to grow flary, unable to process the circumstances around you. Your eyes went blurry, stinging slightly red as you fought the urge to cry, your body unable to control the overwhelming feeling you felt at that very moment. You watched as Riddle’s hands, which used to be so soft, so warm.. grow cold. It was then that you backed away, and took in your surroundings, the area somewhat unfamiliar, yet you were sure of the fact that you were still within Heartslabyul grounds, just a more secluded area.

“My dearest, might I have to order you… to set your gaze upon me?” His words came out softly, alluring, yet darker than before. You had a feeling, that you shouldn’t quite disobey his words as of right now, as he clearly wasn’t in the state of mind to handle disobedience of any kind.

Your breath hitched as your vision cleared, finally allowing you to take in Riddle’s new form in all its glory. The ink staining every inch of his body, his clothes that were always perfect and preppy, were ripped and tattered. His crown turned from a beautiful gold, to a thorny black. The sight was odd— unfamiliar even…

Slowly you backed away, only to come in direct contact with a rose bush which put your movements to a halt. “Surely you aren’t planning on running away?; my love—, you of all people wouldn’t disobey me.. right ?” he stepped forward towards you, his steps were graceful and calculated, a cheeky grin enlacing his features. His words came out as a lullaby as he edged his way towards you, cornering you like a hunter to its prey.

A shiver ran through your veins as you felt his claw like fingers run its way through your hair, pulling you into his embrace. Riddle stared at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, an unpredictable grin overlapping his features, as you stared up in curiosity, confused and all a bit scared for what may happen to you.

Riddle lifted your chin slightly, his claws digging into your jawline, causing you to squirm and close your eyes shut. A breezy chuckle left his lips, as you gulped inwardly. Just before you could collect yourself enough to push him away, he kissed you— Robbing every ounce of your attention and focus, he watched as you squirm. The scent of raw ink filling your senses once more, you could feel the black liquid staining your skin; as your breath hitched, Riddle smiled into the kiss, pulling you all the bit closer.

Even when distractions came, Riddle would guide your attention towards him, of course one cannot disobey the queen's orders.

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6: Dismay

Underground visitor, gn reader x monster (male drider). Sfw. TW for forced touching, violence - Morgan should come with their own warning tbh. Previous Next

Your tension was already running high when walking around outside, but it’s tenfold now that Morgan has decided to forcibly tag along.

Their steps are so close you feel you have to constantly lean away as to not accidentally bump into one of their legs.

"What are you so interested in magic for?" your 'companion' asks, casually glancing around the marketplace.

You note that, out here as well, no one is staring at you anymore. More-so, everyone is doing their utmost to stay far out of your way.

Or well. Perhaps out of Morgan’s way. It’s hard to tell just who is being avoided with the monstrous spider practically breathing down your neck.

You reply with a question of your own. "What do you want?"

Morgan smirks. "Something for the same thing?"

"Forget it."

They laugh. “SO - I don't see your custodian anywhere?"

"He should be around here somewhere," you deflect.

"Hmm. I'll wait with you, then. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“He’ll mind if I’m trampled flat by the time he gets here,” you grunt, once again sidestepping one of Morgan’s pointy legs that got too close for comfort.

“Not to worry sentry, you know I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Morgan states as-a-matter-of-factly, either not getting what you meant or simply choosing to ignore it.

“Then try not to step on me,” you snarl to make it clear for them.

“Wouldn’t want to lose you in this rowdy crowd, now. Just walk normally, I’ll find your rhythm soon enough.”

You don’t like the way they said that, coating their words with meanings you don’t understand and somewhat keeping things out of your reach. You have no idea what their motive is, though their behavior makes darn sure you don’t want to find out. How the hell do you get rid of them?

Morgan speaks up again after a brief pause. “You know, I’m not jesting when I say walking around alone out here’s not the greatest idea. You did notice you were followed before, right?”

Oh yeah. The reason you fled into the tavern in the first place. You look around, but don’t see the snatchers anywhere anymore. You had completely forgotten, considering you now have to be wary of another very unnerving shadow tailing you.

Wait. if Morgan knew about that, how long have they been watching you wander the market without your notice?

“Are you their substitute?” you ask flatly.

Morgan chuckles darkly and leans in over you, red eyes glinting. “I’m the upgrade.”

You wrinkle your nose, having passed by 'too close for comfort' eons ago. That’s enough.

You twist and duck out underneath them, purposely slinking in between two stalls too narrow for them to fit through, hoping to put a little distance between you and maybe enabling yourself to blend in somewhere. You hear Morgan heave an exasperated sigh as you do so.

And then you hear someone else let out a startled screech.

You flip around, and watch as Morgan simply steps up on top of the two stalls and starts climbing over them, uncaring of any wares their spindly legs roughly shoves aside. A birdlike person behind one of them flails backwards, snaps its beak at them and glares in anger, but doesn’t make any move to stop them. Food, pots and clothing items scatter and litter the ground.

Morgan fixates on you with a determined stare, and you feel yourself rooted in place. Something about the uncanny view of them towering over everything else, slowly making their way toward you, has made you freeze in place. The stalls creak and protest under their weight as they casually step down and stop in front of you again.

The seller glares at you, and begins picking up their dirtied wares from the ground. They’re not the only one staring. Multiple eyes look at you judgmentally, as if you’re the one responsible for Morgan’s antics.

“Anything else?” Morgan asks you casually, ignoring them all. They wipe some grease off their front legs in the grass.

It takes you a second to regain control of your body. When you do, anger bubbles in you. You gesture at the poor salesman. “You couldn’t have walked around?” you snap at them.

They cog an eyebrow at you. “Couldn’t you?”

You groan and walk away. Morgan follows you.

You try and find the most crowded spaces you can, instincts telling you to stay in sight of the group where it's safer. Though your instincts may have failed you here, as it seems whenever you approach somewhere, people around you quietly filter away. No one picks up on your silent pleas for help to get rid of the dangerous person actively stalking you in plain sight. Common-folk turn away before you’ve even uttered a word. Morgan keeps to your side, patiently waiting for your bluff to be called out.

You glance up at them, a knowing but humored look in their eye. You get the feeling they're enjoying this.

It’s sometime in the late afternoon as you round the last row of the marketplace. Some common-folk are starting to pack up their wares, their deed done for the day.

In the end, you’ve exhausted your options, and you feel a small sting of terror in not knowing what will happen now. Morgan is still glued to your side, having succeeded in keeping you walking with their legs stepping in place close to you. You haven’t had a single chance to dart in between the stalls or make a break for it.

As you reach a corner of a building, somewhat excluded from the rest of the market, Morgan decides the gig is officially up. They take advantage of your close proximity and promptly stop with two legs on either side of you, forcing you to halt lest you stumble into them. They turn into you and pushes, gently but firmly getting your back up against the wall of the small building.

“Alright, that’s enough of that, I think,” they snicker.

You try and duck under their legs, but they quickly stop you in your tracks by leaning down and grasping your shoulders in their pedipalps.

“Christ, would you just leave me alone?!” you spit, grabbing uselessly at the two furry appendages keeping you in place while two front legs cage you in by gently pressing on either side of you.

Morgan observes you with an amused expression. “You sure are stubborn, I’ll give you that! I do wonder what you’re so on the fence about. It’s been fun messing about, but this has gone on long enough.”

The lean down, holding your chin in their hands and forcing you to look at them in the eyes. Red fills your vision. "I know you're alone, sentry," they whisper.

You shudder.

"Don't try and fool me. No custodian in their right mind would ever let you walk around like this, so nervous and on edge. Need to stay safe, yes? Why won't you just let me help you?"

“Help me?” you grit you teeth and try to squirm out of their grip. They don’t let you. “You’ve been terrorizing me for several hours! What the hell is your deal? What do you want from me?”

Morgan looks at you a bit funny, tilting their head. “..Is that not obvious?” they ask. “I want to take you in and be your custodian.”

..Come again?

You stare at them.

Morgan smiles, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "It's very cute how nervous you are, even if I don't really get why. We are literally built for each other. You have nothing to fear from me. Why won't you just accept my offer?"

“What are you talking about – built for each other?” you ask, finally pulling your head out of their hands.

They regard you in confusion again, brows slightly furrowed. It’s not unlike the way Dren first looked at you when you got here. “Well, I’m a custodian. You know, a drider?” Morgan’s lower body chitters quietly as if to underline the fact. They give you a lopsided smirk as if you’re both in on a joke. “And you’re a sentry. We tend to team up from time to time.”

Oh. So that’s what they look like.

You don’t really know what you expected. You only wish Dren would have warned you a bit sooner that there was one specific kind of common-folk to watch out for. But perhaps that has something to do with the fact that he is one and the same.

It certainly explains some of the odd anxieties that seemed to blossom within him at times you were near.

“I do wonder why you’ve kept up all these walls for so long,” Morgan continues, bringing you back into the unpleasant moment. Their look softens, the most gentle expression you’ve seen on them yet. “Are you running away from someone? Promise I won't make you go back if you are.”

Shivers crawl down your spine.

You throat is dry.

“Or maybe I’m just your first?” they ponder, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “It doesn’t really matter if it’s one or the other. You know I’ll take good care of you regardless, so why wont you just let me? Why have you been fighting me all day?”

There’s something suffocating about this closeness, being trapped up against the wall and stared down. They wont listen to your words, and you can feel a prickling sensation of fear threatening to start clouding your mind with survival instincts if you don't get out of here soon.

Morgan shifts ever so slightly, and their legs pushes against something in the satchel at your side that pokes against your leg. You faintly remember you did not come unarmed.

With quivering hands you reach into it, keeping Morgan distracted by looking them in the eye - your hand reaches the handle of the small knife. In one motion, you've snatched it from its space inside the satchel, and jab it at the leg at your right side with a grunt. The blade scrapes across the tough chitin, creating a superficial cut.

Morgan flinches with a low hiss, the kind of noise you'd make when startled by being hit with a drop of hot water from a boiling pot - nothing that really does a lot of harm.

That move might have been a mistake.

Morgan briefly looks down at the open cut that's now running across their leg, before focusing back on you. They mostly look a worried, alongside a little disappointed.

"So afraid.. Who did this to you?" they ask, free hand snatching your wrist before you can cause some real damage. "Drop that."

They knock your arm against the wall behind you, causing the knife to fly out of your grasp and it lands on the grass below.

The legs keeping you in place slightly curl inwards, latching onto your legs and lifting, and suddenly your feet have stopped touching the ground.

You gasp. “Stop – stop, stop, put me down-” you struggle against them again, squirming in their grip.

“Shh, shh, none of that now, you’re safe,” Morgan coos, leaning their torso in. “I’m not angry.”

Their pedipalps shift, maneuvering so that they hold your waist rather than your shoulders, legs supporting your weight and keeping balanced. From this vantage point they have an easier time pressing their torso up against you. “It's alright. How many time do I have to tell you you’re not in danger?” they chuckle.

You’re completely wrapped up in them. It feels like the walls are closing in on you.

“Not in – just let me go!” you cry out.

You try and fail to keep any distance, putting your hands on their chest to at least keep their upper body a bit at bay. You’re surrounded from all sides. It’s claustrophobic.

Morgan slowly trails their arms over your shoulders and lean you into them, completely ignoring your hands shoving at their chest. “Don’t be scared,” they say gently. “Calm down. Nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

They hold you there for a bit, patiently waiting for you to stop straining in their grip, muttering soft words and reassurances. You struggle with all your might, but, in the end, Morgan is simply stronger than you. Eventually you exhaust yourself and remain frozen, frustrated at this fruitless battle.

You heart is galloping a thousand miles and hour as they close the rest of the distance once you still.

“Let me take care of you,” Morgan mutters in your ear, securing their arms around you.

A sudden warmth spreads from them as they do so, but you don’t really register it as their body heat. It’s something else. There's some sort of energy rolling off of them as they lean in; It’s comforting, like being wrapped in a blanket. A pleasant sensation that's trying to lure you in, calm you down. A promise of safety if you just let it inside.

"You feel it, don't you?" they ask, smile in their voice.

The warmth burrows inside your chest and something inside you shifts. You feel strangely drawn to them, your tense muscles going lax. You suddenly want nothing more than to just breathe out, trust them, close your eyes and believe you’re finally somewhere safe. You have to actively restrain yourself from leaning back into them, your mind still going a million miles an hour.

It’s not right.

"I can't," you whisper, trying to wriggle backwards out of their grip despite your body actively trying to prevent you. "I can't, I'm not-"

"Shh, sure you are," they purr. "You’re almost there. Just -" they're cut off.

Morgan suddenly recoils with a startled hiss, narrowly dodging the pointed ends of a black pair of spiders legs that forcefully slams into the ground where they just stood a second earlier.

Morgan tries to pull you with them, but something tough wraps around your torso and legs and yanks you out of their grasp in the millisecond the startle loosened it. You fall to the ground and slip backwards, your body still lax and feeling strange from whatever Morgan just did to you. Something soft curls around both your shoulders, steadying you. You sense movement all around you, that comes to a sudden halt, a familiar pair of black legs crossed in front of you protectively.

"This one is spoken for," Dren's voice sounds above you, thunderous and snarling. "Leave them alone."

You feel like something inside you snaps, like a cord traveling through your chest is suddenly torn. A chill seeps through your heart and panic settles in your core, and now you find yourself unable to either fight or flight. You're in some sort of catatonia, your entire body shaking.

Morgan stops and stares at him, eyes narrowed to slits. "Is that so?" they hiss. "Sure didn't seem like it when they wandered around on their own. Were you even aware you left them exposed to snatchers?! Some custodian you are!"

The tension in the air sends another wave of nausea through you, and you roughly palm at the pedipalps holding you in place. You have to run. Get the hell out of here.

Let me go.

“And you’re any better forcing your care upon them?” Dren counters angrily, without noticing. “Get out of my sight or I’ll tear you to shreds.”

They size each other up for a moment. Dren’s bigger, but you have no idea what else Morgan is capable of.

Morgan looks between Dren and you for a bit, and then their eyes widen, taking in your shaking form. “Wait a minute. You’re not even bonded, are you? What gives you ANY right-”

"Choice," Dren booms, causing you to whimper. "You've ignored all of their signals. They're terrified of you. What makes you think you could ever take care of them like that?"

Morgan glares at him for a bit, but they frown when they look back at you. You're having a hard time focusing on anything, your eyes darting from one to the other. You chest is aching, heart pounding. You feel like you can't breathe.

"Choice," Morgan repeats slowly, purposely keeping their voice down, measured and controlled. They shift their threatening posture to a slightly less tense one. "That's a little hypocritical, isn't it? It seems this sentry has not made any choice at all. They're terrified of both of us."

You hear Dren take a breath to argue, though stops himself, probably finally feeling your trembling. You just stare ahead blankly, superficial breathing not doing much to clear your razing mind.

Dren very carefully bends down slightly, guiding you down to sit. You wobbling legs don't argue as you go down.

He releases your shoulders and stands up straight to get a look at you, though keeping his legs still blocking you from Morgan.

You try and calm your haggard breathing, but you can't. Panic comes in waves, muscles locked like you’ve been twung like thread and pulled tight. You sense Dren coming closer, slowly reaching for you, but you frantically bat him away, unable to stop yourself. "Don't touch me," you spit at him.

Dren immediately backs off, looking at you surprised. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, fidgeting.

“See?” Morgan hisses at Dren, slowly stepping a bit closer to you though remaining out of his reach. “You’re just making it worse. Get away from them.”

Dren takes a deep breath, and softly calls your name. “I want to help you, but I’ll have to pick you up. Is that alright?”

You can’t respond.

“If you touch them again you wont have limbs to touch with anymore,” Morgan growls lowly, and looks to you. “If this poor excuse of a caretaker is the reason you’ve been so afraid I’ll take him on. Say the word and he’s gone.”

Dren ball his fists, realizing he cannot help you right now, and turns to face Morgan again. He blocks you from their view, to which Morgan chitters angrily.

“This is your doing,” Dren snaps, placing his legs firmly as if preparing for an impact. A warning clattering escapes from his lower body. “I suggest you leave.”

“And I suggest you let me handle this. As opposed to you, I can actually do my job,” Morgan huffs, not intimidated, readying themself as well.

The commotion has attracted attention from the rest of the marketplace. It seems the common-folk have finished their duties and are now anxiously looking on as tension rise between Morgan and Dren. There’s shouting, suddenly, the onlookers notifying each other of what’s happening.

You don’t know what to do. It looks like they’re about to duke it out, and your fate is left up to whatever the outcome of that might be. Once again, you’re in no control of what happens to you. You let out a shuddering breath, and heave in another as deep as you can, forcing the air to stay in your lungs. Dren hears your sudden shift of airflow, and quickly casts a glance back to check on you.

Control, you repeat it in your mind, feeling the constricting foreign panic that flooded you release its hold just a fraction. Give me back control!

WHAM.

Morgan takes advantage of Dren's momentary distraction, forcefully leaping into him and knocking him to the side. Dren topples over, skidding to a halt with a gnarly hiss, legs rapidly twisting to get himself upright again.

In the brief seconds of his absence Morgan rapidly descends upon you, reaching forward to grab you again – though their arms are blocked by Dren having recovered, and leapt to intercept. They collide almost on top of you, causing you to curl in on yourself to avoid collateral damage, yet somehow both of them manage to deftly step around you as they forcefully struggle against each other.

There’s another smack and a snarl as Dren clocks Morgan square in the jaw with his right fist, and he plants his legs firmly around you. Each of his steps are thunderous as uses his size advantage to force Morgan backwards, legs skidding through the grass below and efficiently pulling the fight away from you.

Morgan bucks down, following the direction Dren is pushing them by leaping backwards and out of his grip. This results in Morgan now basically landing on top of the common-folk that had looked on until now, and they all scramble for cover. Morgan hisses in annoyance, preparing for Dren that’s coming at them like a freight train.

They collide, twisting and turning around each other as the stumble through the market place, knocking over carts and thrashing stalls. The common-folk evacuate the premises from the two, and startled screams and yells of warnings ring through the air.

You’ve managed to somewhat gather yourself, having space from them and the effects of whatever had gripped you somewhat diminished, and you get to your feet. You watch the carnage as Morgan and Dren, uncaring of anything but doing damage to the other, thrashes the marketplace.

You turn to a common-folk, the bird-like one you saw earlier, that has taken shelter at the outskirts next to you.

“Why isn’t anyone stopping them?!” you yell.

The bird immediately recoils from you as if you’re infected. He stares at you, incredulous. “And what would we do? They’ll kill us all!”

“But they wont kill you,” a gnoll next to him adds. “Why aren’t YOU doing anything?” she snaps.

Why aren’t you indeed.

Hissing and clacking of limbs colliding fills the air, and the occasional groan of wood being splintered. If they don’t stop soon, at this rate the marketplace will be reduced to nothing – though watching them clash renders you immobile. Even if you had the courage to intervene, you don’t think you could stop them.

Morgan manages to take revenge from the sucker punch by ramming their elbow into Dren’s solar plexus and he lets out a painful wheeze. In turn, Dren’s legs shoots forward and rakes across the side of Morgan’s abdomen, almost tearing through the rough carapace.

Morgan grunts, and quickly shifts to the side before Dren’s claws can do more damage. They crouch forward, and swipes at one of Dren’s legs just as he’s about to put weight on it. Dren falters a smidge, giving Morgan an opening that they quickly exploit.

They grasp around Dren’s torso and wrestles him to the ground, standing over him as he scrambles to right himself into a less exposed position. Morgan’s front legs lift to deliver a devastating blow, though Dren shifts, and uses the position to get his legs under Morgan’s lower body. He lifts Morgan off the ground, and hurls them to the side at a nearby building. The force of the impact knocks down the wall of the fragile wooden structure with a loud crash, and the ceiling of it goes down with it.

And then it’s quiet.

A somber silence settles over the marketplace in the fallout of the carnage as the dust settles. Dren slowly gets back on his feet, sluggish, heaving for breath. His entire body is shuddering, awaiting.

A few seconds pass.

Morgan doesn’t get back up.

Why is that causing a small ping of anguish in your chest?

A quiet muttering runs through the marketplace, as Dren rights himself with a disgruntled huff. He opens and closes his palms, deepening his breathing, grounding himself for a bit.

He turns and scans the crowd of terrified onlookers until his gaze lands on you. He starts making his way toward you, low to the ground and deliberately slow, though his eyes never leave your face. As if on cue, the people around you start filtering away, leaving you stranded alone in the corner of the destroyed marketplace while the custodian is quietly approaching.

Dren stops short in front of you and opens and closes his mouth. He looks reluctant, once again back to fiddling with his hands. You scan over the fresh bruises and cuts that now litter his body, a deep gash in one of his legs silently leaking a strange pale fluid.

“I’m so sorry,” is all he says, before he gingerly leans down and picks you up by the shoulders. He lifts you behind his torso and sets you on his back.

You don’t argue.

You can’t.

You stare back at the marketplace, and in particular the building where Morgan is lying in the rubble. The common-folk are slowly filtering back, almost like a steam of fish closing behind a predator that’s swum through them.

“Are they – did you-?” you manage, eyes still on the collapsed building.

“I don’t know,” Dren whispers, and starts walking.

You gingerly put your arms around his stomach for balance, legs settling on either side of his upper body. He’s surprisingly warm.

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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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Jamil 10

Summary: Jamil found you collapsed against the wall. You didn’t make it to the couch or your bed.

With how self sufficient everyone in this place was, there really was no need for you to strain yourself. You already have with your efforts in trying to locate them all, house them and keep this place and their designated sanctuaries free of any stress.

You are human. A human, limited to their own limbs and connections. A singular individual, irreplaceable to Jamil. Though, not as if he’d be willing to admit it. His actions alone should be enough to speak it.

But, what a nasty habit he has, unable to dig into his heart and say what he truly means. He prefers to let the intimacy of silence be his mouthpiece, to have his services be his tribute all while stifling whatever flaws may be present.

Jamil hates that he found this habit in you. What happened in the years that were lost? What has changed in you so vastly that now he finds you collapsed against the wall, eyes unable to focus on anything as exhaustion made you seem heavier?

“At least it’s only me here,” Jamil pulled the rest of his tail into the room, coaxing you off the wall and onto his tail. “I can only imagine the panic you’d cause if it was Riddle, or Idia…or Azul…or Kalim.”

You mumbled something but it was too slurred by an hour of sleep. Jamil knows you go to bed, but he’s been suspecting that you hardly sleep at all, as if not wanting tomorrow to come. Leona has taken to sleeping in your bedroom, but every time he comes out, he always seemed irritated. Not quite angry at anything, but almost itchy in the way one does when one’s concerned.

No wonder. Jamil can feel that mood blanketing over him. However, all Jamil can do was sigh. At least you’re not sick, but it won’t be long before such a thing happens.

Carefully, Jamil stretched to the nearest shelf and picked up a book. Circling around you, he buried your legs under his coils and rested himself against the wall. You were still blinking blearily, your heart beating a little too fast for comfort but it was slowing down.

If you wanted to move, you’ll have to get out of his hold first. Sure, there are a number of chores to be done but nobody can exactly tell him to let you go when you’re drifting off to sleep. The others will have no choice but to pull their weight while Jamil sits here and keeps you here.

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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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could you make more possessive pup hc? i absolutely adore the first ones! (but really i’m just thirsty for your writing cuz it’s so good-)

aww, thank you so much! i hope you like this one as well <3 click here to find part 1 ── link (from old acc).

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐏 ; 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 ¡!

cw: suggestive/a bit of nsfw (dry humping, messy oral), possessiveness, toxic behavior, dog hybrid! yandere, etc.

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who gets off with the thought of you taking full advantage of his obedience as you are his owner. he just loves with all his heart being a good pet for u <3 whatever you want or whatever you need his work is to serve.

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who has been more and more direct about his intentions with you as the days go by. why should he be subtle? he wants to be closer with you as soon as he can. expect him to be more clingy with you and jealous about your acquaintances, specially males.

"you're mine, baby, u should know that i don't like to share."

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who doesn't exactly understand how, but gets to start an official relationship with his sweet master. he swears he's the luckiest man in earth, being able to let the dudes you talk with know that you're not single anymore. feels so proud of himself, always having a smirk on his lips when u both go outside.

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who's ten times hornier than before when you finally start to reciprocate his affection. you may want to be all lovey dovey with your darling giving him hugs, head pats or even little kisses and, suddenly, his hardness would be poking your thigh out of nowhere~

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who wakes you up in the middle of the night humping against you from behind. lips parted taking deep breaths, doe eyes wide and dilated heart shaped pupils looking straight at u. tries to say something like "this isn't what it looks like" only to end up sighing defeated:

"i'm sorry, my love, but you just feel so good~ ♡"

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who would did happily in the position he's at the moment. after some time convincing you, he's now between ur sweet legs, enjoying the lovely flesh of your hips while leaving kisses in ur inner thighs <3

𖣠 POSSESSIVE PUP who adores to hear all the filthy sounds you're letting out, makes him want to keep pleasing you. with nails digging on ur waist and tongue lapping messily at your sex, baby would absolutely be able to cum on place.

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tezthegreat · 2 years ago

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Floyd and Jade 7

Summary: Those two were getting a little stir-crazy and you didn’t want to deal with slime and water on your floors, so you got Jade and Floyd some mini skateboards.

(Sometimes I think about making mock side story events for my OC's honestly. I really want to do that. Sounds like fuuuun.)

Floyd is having too much fun. There he goes zooming right past your feet, clearly wanting to crash into them but you’re way too aware of the little critters skittering across your floor to have that happen. His little claws clicked against the floor and you cringed a bit when he slammed right into the wall.

A good old splat. Flat against the wall like a sticky piece of pie. He slid down, leaving behind a faint line of slime. Then, just laid limp on the ground.

You raised an eyebrow, but Floyd was quick to shake his head. He got up, search for his skateboard, and off he goes again, fast as ever.

You looked down. Right next to your ankles was Jade, sitting pretty on his skateboard. He took to it very quickly. Can even so little tricks on it too. Suspicious.

“Your brother is made of rubber,” Seriously no matter how many times he injures himself, he always bounces right back.

Jade simply smiled up at you. Then showed all his sharp little teeth. You flipped his skateboard into a different direction and pushed it away from you. His head followed you all the while, refusing to look away even as he glided right into the other room.

“Not today little shit.” Great, you’re gonna have to be careful around them. Bitey mood. You’d wear boots but then you’d have weird eel danglers on them. You’re not in the mood.

Anyways, with the way Jade is, yeah Floyd would have to be made of tougher stuff. And vice-versa. Jade is quieter, certainly, but that also makes it a bit harder to get a mood reading on him. Sometimes he’ll be obvious on purpose just to make his true goals all the more harder to get.

Which is usually to get a good reaction out of you. Both of them, little shitheads. Oh well, for all the trouble they give you, you always end up on top in the end. You love frustrating them to no end.

Besides, if they really do bite your ankles, you’re going to take away their skateboard privileges.

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Warning for yandere, sexual content and gore/death

Today I was thinking about a yandere you just can’t kill. Immortal and insufferable, even though you, the darling, are very mortal and yet have to deal with them in every reincarnation of your soul. They just keep trying and trying and trying to win you over, again and again, and some of your lives went really off the rightous path of society while trying to get rid of them, like…

… one reincarnation managed to have your yandere burn at the witch trials and ended up having to deal with the charred corpse moaning and searching for them whereever they went until the body healed because of the immortality.

… one version of you went crazy and murdered your yandere. Pulled them limb from limb in a messy pulp and buried them in every direction of the sun, and yet one day the yandere just… reappeared. On their doorstep. It’s safe to say, that reincarnation just gave up trying to get rid of them.

… some managed to get the yandere jailed. That one lived a long and happy life… until the yandere got released.

… a few of them ended up fleeing their whole lives. (Spoiler: Didn’t work.)

… others ended up fleeing from life. (Spoiler: That, unfortunately, worked.)

… some hurt the yandere, but not fatal. The yandere may or may not have accidentally killed them out of frustration and anger in return, wallowing in misery until they were reborn.

… one might have actually lived in peace with the yandere, either accepting the constant presence of their stalker or even accepting them as is. That one is know as ‘the favorite’, but unfortunately, lost to time.

… a few tried to outsmart the yandere, but didn’t consider that the yandere, older and wiser, just played along. They stringed their darling along until they had you right where they wanted.

… some may have accidentally had one-night stands with their stalker. Awkward.

… some may have never known that they had a stalker standing by their bed every night. Never known someone licked their plates clean and installed cameras in their home their whole life. Blissfully unaware.

… others might have aged without ever knowing who the yan is, and ended up in care homes where the yandere took care of them devotedly until their last breath.

… so many reincarnations might have had to deal with a yandere that tried so hard to be normal and perfect for you. But in the end, they never could treat you normal once you were in their reach.

… there might have been some who fell in love with the yandere. What a bitter disappointment that must have been, tricked by the person they loved the most.

And all along, the yan always knew who you were. They always found you, no matter the distance or time, waited for you longer than anyone else in existence, just so they might love you one more time.

Because what would they be without you?

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I'd love to hear your thoughts about Dad!Lucifer actually. Pretty please?

Okay okay but Lucifer;

who gives MC a key to the house because it's their home too

Who gets really happy when Mammon talks about how much he likes Lucifer

Who can't help but cave to his brothers when they plead for something

Who is worried about Asmo even though Asmo is upset with him

Who gets a tiny pleased smile on his face after MC calls them family

Who goes whenever Mammon calls him to hangout

Who breaks the pastry/treat he got from the place he was working at and gave MC the biggest part

Who introduced Levi to anime

Who has a general idea about what's going on in the anime Levi is currently watching

Who shares his coat with MC because it's cold

Who complains about his brothers but gets protective when someone else says something about them

Who finds it adorable when Mammon slips up and accidentally calls him dad

Who takes candid pictures of his kids

Who pleads with Diavolo to let him handle the punishment the one time Mammon pushes too hard and genuinely pisses off Diavolo

Who complains about them but still tucks his kids in when they tire themselves out after a party

Who arranges a family trip to see flowers which are supposed to make people who see them together get lucky/be happy or something like that

Who orders take away for his family when he goes out to eat without them

Who sometimes brings home his kids favourite food

Who arranges picnics for his kids

Who buys train tickets for Mammon, MC and Luke even though he said he wouldn't

Who picked up the oddballs of the Celestial Realm and encouraged them and helped them to grow

Who picks up Mammon's shifts at Hell's Kitchen so that Mammon can study

Who was willing to give up a part of his life for Beel with 0 hesitation

Who, according to Mammon, despite being free/less stressed after losing his memories will never be truly happy because he loves his family too much to be happy living a life where he's forgotten them

Who is more than willing to villanise himself to his kids if that means they won't cross the line & get hurt like Lilith did in the Celestial Realm, and so now thinks and accepts that they all dislike him

Who went to Diavolo so that Mammon could get the car in the colour he wanted

Who is genuinely shocked and upset whenever he's confronted with the way his words and actions have hurt his family (he managed to give all his kids issues and is just so confused whenever they bring it up, this is such a real life situation that it makes me want to throw up)

Who tells his family not to get carried away and hurt themselves or someone else when they start playing around in public

Who doesn't want to be perceived as a boring stick in the mud but also wants nothing more than to go on a factory tour

Who acknowledges that MC is strong enough to look after themself but also that won't stop him from worrying about them

Mammon calls him 'old man'

Who does genuinely believe in all his kids and what they can achieve but says it so infrequently that when he does express that they all malfunction

Who helps Asmo choose his accessories and says that if Asmo wanted to spend time with him he could just ask

Who says he believes in Mammon and then helps him re-write the proposals

Who takes the things his kids forgot at home and gives it to them at school

Who always has a proud little smile when MC shows how much their magic has grown

AND THIS IS ALL CANON! These are all things he's done in canon, he drives me insane, I'm obsessed

Okay look - he's absolutely terrible at times. Like genuinely there are times when he makes my blood boil, specially during S1, the S1 era devilgrams and the pre-canon devilgrams but he's such a complicated character? Who gets character development and we get to see how he softens after being reassured that what happened to Lilith won't happen again (which I've spoken about in detail in another post)

This asshole probably packs lunches with little notes for all his kids whenever it's his turn to cook on a RAD day

He'd absolutely throw hands if an outsider says shit about his family even though just seconds ago he was cussing them out

If it's one of the days where he actually makes it to bed instead of sleeping at his desk he first has to check to make sure all the kids are safely tucked in bed

He probably goes to every one of Beel's fangol matches

If he drove it'd be a minivan

He's got 7 adopted kids in total and 1 biological kid and he loves them all to death & back but he's got so many issues that he has no idea how to properly show it, so only the emotionally intelligent kids know it but even they have their doubts sometimes and it's all a huge mess but holy shit is he trying

He's my favourite grouchy old bastard and one of my favourite parts when writing fics is sprinkling Lucifer just being a Dad into them whenever I can

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