#At first it looks creepy. But if you look closer at his expression he's caught off guard and scared

[mustiels-art]

CW: Blood, Implied Car Accident or Injury

One of John's reoccurring nightmares involves the scene of his own death, but it's difficult for him to figure out if he's inside the car or outside looking in. Often, it's both.

#john doe #motw #motw oc #chainsaw man oc #chainsaw man #csm #csm oc #monster of the week #monster of the week oc #deer fiend #deer devil #At first it looks creepy. But if you look closer at his expression he's caught off guard and scared #I think this is a good encapsulation of the John experience. He's offputting but really he's just misunderstood #And also subject to so much trauma and carnage but thats another can of worms

[bloomries]

eh? is there something on my face?

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : you catch them staring at your face.

warnings : gn! reader.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

It's not often something captures his attention, less hold said attention. Yet, staring at the happy expression- at your laughter and joy- he feels like he could watch you for an eternity and never get bored. Deep ruby eyes boring into the side of your face make your giggles subside though, as you turn to him in concern.

"Lucifer? You okay?" He blinks, torn out of his oh-so-lovely trance and straightening up. Clearing his throat, he fixes his tie and finally breaks his gaze away from you. You furrow your brows, looking down at the mixing bowl you were holding. Had you splashed some food on your face?

"Is there something on my face?" You quickly ask before Lucifer could find an excuse to your first question. Examining you once more, Lucifer sees nothing, yet he can't refrain himself from lying- don't be too worried, he simply wants to be closer to you.

Taking a step towards you, his thumb brushes against your cheek. "There, all gone." He says with a small smile, hesitating to remove his gloved hand. Why? Why did you have to absolutely captivate him mind, body, and soul?

"Lucifer?" Your hand touches his, and you pull away his hand to see nothing on his thumb. "Were you pranking me?" You whine, and Lucifer can only chuckle as he takes a step back.

"Mm, that's exactly it. I got you."

How could he possibly confess he simply needs to be close to you, as fish to the sea, as bees to the flowers, as- well, as a heart to it's beloved.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

Mammon had the pleasure of being able to curl into your side and sleep the night away, but sadly his mind was too active for him to really make any progress on the front so instead he opted to prop himself up on his elbow and watch you.

He would occasionally snicker at something you mumbled in your sleep or the little expressions you'd make in response to your wild dream. Mammon found it much more entertaining that being caught in his own thoughts.

Its peaceful, quiet. You're there, and it's all Mammon really needs.

Mammon honestly didn't realize he was staring. He was trying to etch every curve and plateau of your face into his memory for all eternity when he nearly shit himself as he met your sleepy gaze.

Recoiling backwards, he hit his head on the wall and groaned in pain, before awkwardly looking back at you. A tired chuckle escaped you, and you rolled on to your side, giving him a teasing smile.

"Hi creepy~" Mammon whines at the little nickname, but you just giggle and move to snug closer to him. "Don't worry, I don't mind if you're a lil creepy." You mumble into his chest, closing your eyes again.

"I'm not creepy," He pouts, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm just stupid in love," He whispered to himself, but in the dead of night it was loud and clear and made your chest all fuzzy and warm.

"I love you too~"

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

Leviathan is so happy you agreed to be his model- especially since he made the cosplay costume with you in mind, with your exact measurements and all! He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he snapped photo after photo. "You look so good!" He squeals quietly to himself, moving to get into another position when he pauses his gaze through the lens.

Ah. He just suddenly had a thought. His heart swells in his chest as he stares at you, his smile becoming a little more bashful. You were always so kind, so nice. You were even letting him dress you up in cosplay and take pictures! You always indulged in his hobbies and interest for him. He felt so lucky to have met you!

"Levi?" You blink innocently at him, no longer holding the pose you were doing as you walk over to him and bend down to meet his gaze properly. "You okay? You're staring pretty hard- Was the pose wrong?"

"Huh? O- Oh! Yeah, I'm- ha, I'm fine." He nods, ignoring his shaky hands. "You, you were fine too! But, uhm, maybe we s- should take a break?" Levi still can't find it in himself to tear his gaze away from you, perhaps it's his lovestruck heart?

"Sure! Should we get something eat? Wanna go somewhere or order in?" His eyes widen and he nearly drops his camera.

"Y- You'd go out in cosplay?" You look down at the costume and shrug, you didn't really care what people thought. You look up at him and smile.

"Of course! You worked so hard on it, the world deserves to see it." You giggle, deciding to praise him to see his cute blushy cheeks. He nearly chokes on air, sputtering out a response- this is perhaps the first time he's ever wanted to willingly go out in public!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

Satan regrets agreeing to Mammon's silly idea as he now sits in a cramped booth with a baseball cap and sunglasses on. Hiding his face behind a menu as he stares at you.

You had complained to him about the waitressing job before, especially a certain costumer who liked to come in just to flirt with you. In an aggravated state he mindlessly agreed to stalk you at work to catch a glimpse of this demon and maybe beat some sense into them. Although that thought has long since perished as his mind is now filled with how cute you look in your waitressing outfit, and how you chat easily with the older couple you're serving.

"Dude, quit starin', you're gonna get us caught!" Mammon hissed, but Satan ignored him. Even if he wanted to, he could take his eyes off you. He still can't believe he's dating you something! And besides, you seemed pretty busy, you probably wouldn't even notice-...

You're walking their way, arms crossed over your chest and a smug look written all over your face. Well, they've been caught.

"Hey handsome." You smile, "You were staring pretty hard- got something you want to order?" You ignore Mammon's sputtering excuses, focusing on Satan who's red in the face from embarrassment- and a tinge of lovesick awe.

Satan clears his throat, well he was caught staring and stalking you at work, probably not his best look. Still, he smiles up at you, "You wouldn't happen to be on the menu, would you?"

"Very cute." You say, your smile is practically dripping venom. "Not enough to keep me from teasing you later, but still cute." Satan can't help but to think it's still well worth it- he managed to get to stare at your face, after all.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

You were trying to study with Asmodeus, but you seemed to be the only one studying. Asmo sighs loudly again, capturing your attention and making you glance up at those gorgeous eyes. "What is it now?"

"I'm bored," He whines, taking your hand that rested on the desk. "Lets do something more fun, yeah?" You shake your head, removing your hand from his.

"I really need to study, but you can do something else if you like." You offer, and he grumbles under his breath that you're 'no fun' but ultimately ends up staying in his place. His inquisitive eyes studying your features.

Resting his head in his arms, he blows some hair out of his eyes to continue his fond staring. It took you twenty minutes to figure out he was staring at you, and when you did you couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks.

"What-... What are you staring at?" Asmo can only grin at your sudden bashfulness. He sits up properly, leaning in close to you with a flirty twinkle in his eyes.

"Your beautiful face." He hums, eyelids lowering a little as he now obviously stares at your lips. "How could I not admire something with beauty akin to mine, hm?" He tilts his head, wetting his lips.

"You," You pause, realizing what he was trying to do. You shake your head, "You really are a demon, huh? Trying to tempt me- well it's not going to work." Asmo pouts in a defiant manner.

"Fine, I'll just continue to stare at your lovely face then."

"Don't be so shameless, lover boy."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

Beelzebub really was trying to pay attention to the movie, but he had something much more interesting to look at. He felt a little guilty, especially since you claimed you wanted to see this movie since you seen the trailer for it, alas, Beel just couldn't help the way his eyes kept shifting back to you.

Your reactions were much more entertaining- every little giggle, gasp, and groan had him smiling fondly. It was when he had glanced over again to admire you that he met your eyes this time. You had a cheeky smirk and his heart leapt into his throat.

"I caught you," You whisper, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you not like the movie?" You ask, although you're simply teasing him. You had caught him staring earlier too but he didn't seem to notice then, so you'd tease him the next time he turned to stare a little more.

"The movie is fine." He whispers back, leaning in closer so you can better hear him- now it's your turn for your heart to do backflips. "I just like looking at you more," He continues, pulling back with an innocent smile. Does he truly have no idea what he's doing to your heart!?

"I- Is that so?" You clear your throat, shifting in your seat. Beel worries- did he make you uncomfortable? About to ask if you're okay, you speak up again and make his eyes widen a fraction. "I like looking at you too." You can't meet his eyes, but if you did you'd notice the blush that spread on his cheeks, and the cheery smile that formed.

Gently, Beelzebub took hold of your hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Should we go get something to eat after?" And naturally, you agree, because it meant you'd be able to see his face some more.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

Belphegor already regrets leaving his room in favor of sleeping on your lap in the common room. His head was laid in your lap, your fingers soothingly running through his messy, tangled locks, and this would be the most perfect conditions to take a nap it- except for that fact you were talking to some of his brothers!

His brows twitched in annoyance, and he finally shifted so his head was facing upwards instead of towards your stomach. He was boring holes into your chin, glaring at you. You should really only be paying attention to him anyways- even better, you two should just go to the attic and take a nice nap.

You continued to talk, not noticing his staring gaze that slowly softened into one of admiration. He irritated thoughts subsiding, instead preferring to think about how lovely you look today and how kind you are to play with his hair.

"I think someone is awake." He heard one of the nuisances say, and you finally look down to catch him staring at you. He blinks in shock- he didn't expect to be caught staring! Blushing, he turns back on to his side, closing his eyes.

"You were talking too loud." He grumbles, hoping you don't tease him for staring. And you don't, although you've got quite the smug glint in your eyes.

"Sorry, Belphie, we'll be more quiet." He huffs, and you quirk a brow. "Not good enough?"

"Can you just come back to the attic with me?" And whilst his brothers complained about him being too clingy and always taking up your time, you helped the big baby (Belphie) up and said your goodbyes- you were just thinking of taking a nap anyways!

And also this is the perfect opportunity to tease him-

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

#obey me x reader #om x reader #omswd x reader #obey me imagines #om imagines #omswd imagines #obey me headcanons #om headcanons #omswd headcanons #obey me fluff #om fluff #omswd fluff #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

[allfearstofallto]

Shy Wanderer who spots you at the Akademiya and develops a crush embarrassingly quick. You, a fellow student in another department caught his attention and suddenly his heart won't stop pounding, his mouth goes dry, and worst of all, his face turns such an obnoxious shade of red. He takes to turning his head down so that the wide brim of his hat covers his face whenever you're near, he'd rather not see you at all, than to have such an embarrassing expression be what you see on his face.

You think he hates you at first. The way he'll always look down or away when you're around feels like something you'd do to someone you don't like. But you constantly heard tales of the new transfer student, the one who's essays were causing a storm amongst the Akademiya and who's beauty was like that of a painting. Both of which were things you could never partake in, when you went to approach him, he'd turn his head down, covering his face with that gaudy hat, and excuse himself away.

He essentially avoids you like the plague, the way you make his heart beat out of control is an issue that he hates, yet he still finds himself drawn to places he knows you'll be at the. The library in your department, the greenhouse where you gather medicinal herbs, the lab where you often experiment on the local fauna of the Sumeru. He always tries to be there to steal a glance at you before you can look at him, feeling oddly creepy by what he's doing, but not knowing what else to do.

Wanderer is doing his usual routine, finding you just outside of the classrooms with a book in your hand. You look incredible with the light of the large windows beaming down on your face, your eyes sparkling as they take in every word on the page. He looks at you and you take his breath away, you always leave him completely breathless with your beauty. When you feel the eyes on you and look around, he puts his head down again. Only this time, he does it too hard, too aggressively, too fast. His hat falls right off his head.

Indigo hair tousled and without his shade to cover him, he's even more flustered than before, unable to do anything to hide from your gaze now. He peaks up at you through squinted eyes, trying to gander what your expression is, but being unable to make it out. You step closer to him, finally letting him bask in your scent, you smell of confectionary and grass and your skin, he can feel the warmth coming off of it.

There's a silence on both of you as he feels himself wanting to slink back away from you. Why are you quietly staring at him like that? He curses his heart for beating so loudly, he can barely hear. After what feels like hours of silence, of you just taking in every inch of his blushing face, you finally speak.

"You really are beautiful,"

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #wanderer genshin #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer imagines #wanderer x you #wanderer #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche

[teddybeartoji]

office au! with coworker!gojo

he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)

he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.

he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.

ugh.

"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.

UGH.

and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.

back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....

the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.

the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.

and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)

he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.

he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?

he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.

he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.

long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.

#coworker!gojo my favourite silly guy #LIKE HE'S WAYYY TOO GOOD-LOOKING #ILLEGAL #IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL #HOW IS ANYBODY SUPPOSED TO WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS SMH #sighhhh #i have more for him #bc this au has been living in my head for some time now #he's actually a sweetheart and he just wants to make u smile #what's new #it's not like i write about anything other than THAT #oops? #mickey is daydreaming #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru au #gojo satoru blurb #jjk #jjk au #jjk drabble #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen au #satoru gojo #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo blurb #satoru gojo au

[poebot]

CAN I REQUEST BABES ABBY WITH A READER THAT SEEMS SOFT AND LIKE A SWEETHEART BUT ACTUALLY ISNT? LIKE READER HAS A TRAMP STAMP AND TIDDY PIERCINGS BUT OF COURSE ABBY ONLY FINDS THAT OUT L8ER 😍😍

a/n: oh darling bless you for this one. i hope you don’t mind that this kinda went into a protective abby tangent (can you tell i have a thing for protective abby) but thank you for the request :) IK ITS KINDA LONG AND TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE I HAVE BRAINROT!! SORRY

abby absolutely adored you from the moment she first lay eyes on you at a random freshers week party for your university. she observed over the rim of her red solo cup as you awkwardly let your friend drag you in. you were standing there, stiff as a board, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you up as she grabbed your hands and made them sway unrythmically to the music. she felt an amused smile tug on her lips, snorting as your face scrunched up in pure disgust whenever you sipped at your drink. your buddy had finally given up on forcing you to dance, running off to go mingle with other freshmen and leaving you to fend for yourself. she frowned.

you were the cutest little thing she’d ever seen. too good and pure for this dingy place, and certainly too good for the slimy frat bro she watched approach you, grabbing your hips from behind and leaning down to whisper in your ear. abby watched you visibly cringe away from his touch, and her feet were carrying her over there before her brain had even processed she was moving.

she loomed menacingly behind the guy for a moment, assessing the scene to make sure you weren’t actually into the freak before stepping in front of you both. you looked up to meet her gaze and felt your heart physically drop out of your ass. she was the sexiest woman you think you’d ever seen. tall, muscular, blonde hair cascading down her broad shoulders, passionate blue eyes piercing into the creep behind you. she looked straight out of your fantasies and she was smiling warmly at you like you were old friends, pulling you by the hand out of his grasp and into her huge arms like a guardian angel. this must be some type of fever dream. you were drunk or high, you eventually convinced yourself despite only having two sips of the murky liquid in your cup. she leaned down to murmur a soft “just go with it.” in your ear before turning to the guy, raising an eyebrow. he backed off with a scoff, which you internally thought was a great decision considering she was probably twice his mass and at least a couple inches taller.

from that day onwards, you were attached at the hip. where abby went you went and vice versa. she joked that she was your guard dog, put on this campus to protect you from ‘creepy dudes with bad intentions’. you wondered if she’d feel as protective over you if she knew how many nights you’d spent with your fingers buried deep in your cunt, muffling moans into your pillow as you imagined her being the one plowing you senseless. you felt abby had this idea of you as a helpless, sexless girl in need of her constant protection. its not like you did much to disprove it, always speaking softly and feigning innocence. pretending you were unaffected by her bulging biceps whenever she’d lift weights in your presence, low grunts hissing out of her mouth.

until she caught you one day. caught your heavy lidded stare and rubbing thighs before you had the chance to school your expression. you were meant to be studying and abby was meant to be getting an early workout in. instead you’d spent the last thirty minutes staring, your notes forgotten and mind in the gutter. “whats with look?” she questioned, a small smile on her lips. she noticed your gaze ages ago and was playing up her sounds for a reaction, the cocky asshole. abby watched you stutter and fumble for a reply, getting out of her seat to move closer, caging you in against your desk just to gauge your reaction.

“what look?” you attempt, avoiding her eyes. she seemed unconvinced, her brow raised. “you’ve been staring like you want to bite a chunk out of me.” she chuckled, moving her face even closer to watch you squirm. your chest rose and fell rapidly and you suddenly forgot how to breathe like a person. that cocky grin was still on her face, and she grasped your jaw in her large hand to make you meet her gaze. you let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously close to a whimper. she saw the lust in your eyes, knew she was right on the money. this was happening.

“fuck-” was all abby could utter before you lost your composure and smashed your lips against hers, lacing your fingers through her long hair and moaning into her mouth. she growled deep in her chest, grabbing your hips and lifting you up onto the desk to slot herself between your thighs. her lips travelled hungrily down your neck, sucking and licking like she couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. her grip on your hips was almost bruising as she bucked into you slightly, like you’d disappear if she didn’t hold on tight enough. “nnh- abby-” you sighed, head lulling back to make room for her lips and legs wrapping around her waist. “wanted this for so long... wanted you to fuck me.” you gasp out, lost in the feeling of her touch. abby freezes for a moment, staring into your face with her pupils blown and cheeks flushed. “yeah, baby? how long?” she whispers, breathless.

“since i first met you… been fucking myself full to the thought of you.” your voice is small and shaky, overwhelmed at your fantasies finally coming to life. “jesus christ,” abby groans, squeezing her eyes shut like she can see it clearly in her mind. “fuck, that’s hot. my sweet innocent girls’ been thinking such dirty thoughts, huh? want me to make it all better?” you’re nodding, clawing at her arms, desperate for her to touch you. to ease the constant aching you’ve been feeling since meeting her.

she doesn’t hesitate a moment longer, ripping your shirt off of you and unclasping your bra. your tits spill out in front of her and her jaw hangs at the little silver jewellery threaded through your nipples. abby thinks she might cum right now, just from the sight of them. she wonders how she hasn’t noticed this before, considering how long she’s spent staring at your tits when your head’s turned.

abby moans out a ‘holy shit’, latching onto one with her mouth and massaging the other in her hand. you push her deeper into your chest with a sigh, staring shamelessly at her pretty lips going to work. you knew she’d like them. shes sucking and lapping you up like she can’t get enough, toying with the jewellery with her tongue and pulling gently with her teeth before licking fat stripes over the flesh. you’re shaking from the sensitivity, letting out pathetic ‘uh’s, words completely failing you. it’s beyond your imagination, but you feel a knot forming tightly in your stomach just from the stimulation to your tits.

“abs, fuck, abby i think m’gonna-” her mind is elsewhere, completely absorbed by the supple feeling of your breasts in her hands and the cute noises your making. she’s breathing harshly out of her nose and sucking harder, wanting you to moan louder, pull her hair rougher. she wanted to wreck you and your innocent girl persona for good. “mmf- that’s it, baby. knew you were a little slut,” she didn’t. “god you sound so pretty.” your moans are getting more and more high pitched and your hips are stuttering, pushing helplessly into her pelvis as euphoria rushes over you at her filthy words. you cum, still partially clothed, just from the feeling of her mouth on you.

you dig your nails into her hair and pull her mouth off of you, panting heavily. abby seems to finally snap out of it and stares at you as you both catch your breath.

“did you just?”

“shut up. just- don’t say anything.”

#poe talks 🪲 #requests #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #lesbian #abby smut #wlw #tlou2 #tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou college au #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader

[lyneira]

♡ I heard that 😳👂♡

-> what they would do after overhearing you admit your crush on them

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Will come out of hiding to tell you they love you too

Cater, Kalim, Malleus, Rook, Floyd, Neige, Che'nya

They'd be too excited knowing that you feel the same way to just keep quiet. So he'd pop-out, declaring his own love for you and would pull you into his warm embrace, but ngl you'd probably be frozen like, 'what just happened?' , because this would all happen so fast, lightning speed I'm tellin' ya.

They've been listening in on you this whole time, turns out that they love you back, they're hugging you right now, and what's this? With the shy look on their face and the way their face was inching closer to yours, were they now leaning in to kiss you?! It'll all be like a fever dream, but fortunately for you, you knew it was real when you closed the gap between your lips and his and melt in his sweet kiss

They end up getting themselves caught

Idia, Ace, Riddle, Epel, Deuce, Sebek

"WHAT?!", he'd fall out of his hiding-spot and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you see him.

The unsure look you now have on your face has him nervous as heck; He didn't mean to give you a negative impression by his reaction. He was just too shocked and excited at the same time to contain himself. He needs to say something quick before making things even more awkward.

So he'll make it clear to you that he likes you back, though a bit shy about it. "Well, y'know... I uh- I love you too..!"

Shoot a tender smile at him in that moment and you've basically shot his heart. Even more so if you run over to him and give him a kiss lol

Won't confess to you in that moment, but will let you know you later

Jamil, Vil, Jade, Silver, Jack, Trey, Leona, Lilia

They'll tell you later, they don't want you to think they were being creepy or rude watching you admit your feelings aloud.

They'll wish they hadn't though, because now they're thinking about it the whole time before they get to see you again. You loved them back? Why didn't you just tell them sooner? Well hey, if you had told him sooner, he wouldn't have been able to see that precious moment of you confessing your feelings so candidly. It was adorable and his endearment towards you would only increase from replaying that memory in his head and he found himself smiling, 'they're just too cute'

So when they finally do see you, they're going to ask you,

"Where do you want to go?"

"??? Go? For what..?"

"I'm taking you on a date, silly"

And you're just like, "oh okay.... wait, wha-" 😳💘

"I love you too, y/n" 🤭❤️

Will hint towards it the next time they see you

Azul, Rollo, Ruggie

Like those who confess to you later, they don't confront you right away as to not seem rude. They'd also want some time to process this too.

They would hint towards it later because even though they've heard you say it aloud, they want you to say it directly to them. They seek reassurance that their ears weren't playing any tricks on them after all.

They'll attempt to give you hints by subtly flirting in order to make you break and finally confess. They'll compliment you, stand closely to you, lightly brush their hand on yours, things like that.

And they'll think they're close to achieving their goal. Though, in reality, seeing your adorable expressions in reaction to their tactics is making them crumble even faster that they'd be the ones who end up confessing first lmao.

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[mitsies]

flirting ; jujutsu kaisen

yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki, satoru gojo / gn reader

; yuta okkotsu -

‣ yuta's so shy when it comes to flirting, especially as a first-year

‣ once he realizes he likes you, it's over for him- he can't speak to you like a normal human being, or else he actually might explode

‣ he just thinks you're so perfect, he can't flirt with you- he's already trying hard enough not to pass out holding a regular conversation

‣ but sometimes, if he's feeling brave, he'll casually pass you a flower he 'found'

‣ (he didn't just find it. he spent, like, forever trying to pick a perfect one from a pretty field.)

‣ sometimes, though, he slips up and lets a real genuine compliment slip; he'll talk about some aspect of your personality he adores so truthfully- he doesn't even realize he's rambling about you, to you until he's said it

‣ after he comes back from africa, these flirtations are a lot more purposeful but he typically still ends up more flustered than you

yuta's face burned red as dawn as you grinned mischievously, holding in a laugh. "say that again, please?"

he had to turn his gaze from you as you borderline pleaded at yuta to repeat what he'd just said. your hand laced with his own and he already knew he'd lost.

"i said," yuta near-whispered, daring a glance back at you, "i really like your voice. i mean, it's so nice to listen to, and it's so you, i could listen to it all day-"

he cuts himself off when he noticed you beaming at him and he chokes on his words. "i didn't mean to sound creepy," he rushed to add, "it's just-"

"it's okay, yuta." your voice was bright with barely contained affection. "i like your voice, too."

; megumi fushiguro -

‣ see, megumi THINKS he's flirting

‣ when in reality, he's just being... normal

‣ well, society's normal standard of kindness- for him, it's a huge step, but for anyone else, it's basic human decency

‣ nobara once asked if he was dropping hints to his crush, and he responded yes! when asked for examples he told her abt:

‣ that one time he let you use a pencil in class bc you forgot yours

‣ and the other time he half-smiled at your pitiful joke because no one else reacted

‣ another time he told gojo to shut up because he was pestering you (this one was more for him than you, though)

‣ but in all realness, megumi really doesn't know how to flirt with you either

‣ he doesn't get too nervous per se, he just doesn't know how to outwardly express his interest- these little acts of kindness are the best he can manage

‣ he wishes he could do more but he can't- little does he know, it's more than enough

you pulled your thin jacket tighter for the 4th time in the past few minutes. megumi would know, he's been keeping track.

his mind was whirring with questions of what to do; were you cold? (yes, obviously, if you were shivering this much.) should he offer to go grab your coat? (no, he wouldn't even know where it was.) how else could he help?

megumi sighed to himself before shrugging off his sweater. this was the best idea he had. he couldn't have you freezing to death before you caught on to his feelings.

"you're cold," megumi stated plainly. you looked over at him, slightly amused as you responded.

"really? i didn't notice." he rolls his eyes, turning his head to hide his (flushed) cheeks. he didn't succeed. a navy crewneck was tossed towards you, and you caught it stiffly with your numbed hands.

"just shut up and use that." you didn't miss the softness of his voice. beaming, you shrug the crewneck on, smelling the rush of herbal tea and cinnamon- before brushing closer to megumi and taking his arm.

"thank you, i appreciate you, y'know." he felt himself almost falter with your words, before regaining his composure.

"i appreciate you, too."

; toge inumaki -

‣ inumaki is a tease when he flirts with you, and he's confident and everything too!

‣ he likes you, he doesn't hide it

‣ he writes you little notes which he leaves in places he knows for sure you'll find them eventually

‣ the notes usually say things like stupid complimentary jokes or really dumb pickup lines

‣ somehow, toge never runs out of them!

‣ he's more physically affectionate with you than others

‣ oftentimes, he'll approach you by trying to spook you, jumping into your side with a hand over your shoulder

‣ his touches linger, though, probably more than the touch of a friend's would..

maki snorted and panda laughed at the fearful noise you let out, watching you recoil as inumaki's eyes crinkled with laughter. his hand remained rested on your shoulder as you placed another hand over your chest, sighing.

"god, toge, why do you always do that?" he tipped his head at you and raised a brow. you met his eyes, and perhaps the contact lasted a little too long because maki cleared her throat pointedly.

"toge," she greeted, "panda was just telling us about the mission you both were just on." inumaki's face furrowed in faux-annoyance, displaying his feelings about the mission. you almost didn't notice how his hand slipped down your arm and into your hand.

his own palm was warm and soft in your own. a rush of heat took over your face and everything in you was fighting against the urge to squirm away. you glanced over to inumaki, tuning out maki and panda's chatter.

he was looking at you, once again with his eyes creased, glimmering with amusement. you were sure your face betrayed your nerves, and you were about to say something when maki called your attention.

she raised a knowing eyebrow. "everything alright?"

you dry swallowed air and nodded stiffly. "yeah," you turn your gaze to her. your hand, still holding toge's, tightens and you feel him squeeze yours back. "yeah, everything's fine."

; satoru gojo -

‣ this man is the WORST and i mean it with my whole heart

‣ he has no shame when it comes to flirting with you, and you are fully aware because he makes SURE of it

‣ the thing is, though, it's such a frequent occurrence that you're unsure of whether he really means it or is just messing with you

‣ so you mostly laugh his flirtations off- much to his frustration

‣ so.. he has points where he'll stop with the joking flirting and just be all serious and like weirdly genuine about how he feels, it throws you off fr

‣ he'll be making sex jokes and talking about how he's gonna propose and then whips out the most real compliment about your eyes and you're like 'oh...'

‣ you don't really know how to react, and while you're recovering, gojo resumes his stupid demeanor, giving you major whiplash

‣ he also does this at the worst times. like, in a meeting with the higher-ups he'll just look at you and be like 'you're the love of my life' and you are just like 😀

‣ he also buys you lavish gifts. like DESIGNERRR designer things

‣ he will blow his whole bank account on you if you ask

‣ (he does this even if you don't ask!)

you sat next to gojo on a bench, observing as the second-years fight tooth and nail. this was a regular thing, them deviating from the actual practice to beat each other up.

"why are they fighting this time?" gojo's lips curled into a smile at your question. the both of you kept your eyes trained on the students as he responded.

"panda lost maki's favorite polearm. the rest just got roped in." out on the field, angry shouting could be heard. you shook your head. "they're insane. we weren't like that as students, were we?"

"i was, at least." gojo turns his blindfolded gaze to you, and you look back. his hair looks soft and his skin dewy under the afternoon sun. "crazy about you! still am!"

you purse your lips and roll your eyes, turning away from him with a heavy, indicative sigh. you hope he can't hear the way your heart picks up its pace as it thunders loud in your ears. "sure you were, satoru."

you do not see his gaze soften, just a little, before he speaks again.

"i really was, y'know. from the start." you expect him to stop here. he does not.

"i think it was your kindness that made me fall for you at first," he mused, "when you insisted to help that kid home on our first mission, even though we could've had someone else take care of it.

you've always been like that. a good person. that's why i fell for you." gojo finished his statement and you blinked twice before burying your face in your hands.

"but anyways!" gojo clapped his hands together, jumping up from where he was sitting. you snapped your head back up to see him striding. "i should probably break this fight up before someone dies."

you stared as he walked off to the students. in the distance, you could see panda pointing over to you and tipping his head worriedly after he'd recovered from his beating, courtesy of maki. you must've looked like a mess because gojo just laughed.

he's going to be the death of me, you mused, he's going to be the death of me and i don't mind one bit.

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[atierrorian]

| Past Curfew | — R.R

PARING: RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS X GN!READER ♡

SYNOPSIS: You never expected to catch him out of all people to be out here, especially after Curfew.

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, Fluff

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — None.

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — [Name] is not Yuu, this is based of from my headcanons, I do not know hedgehog behavior, been awhile since I wrote a separate fanfic for my bbg♡

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When you left your room to get some fresh air— you didn't expect your Housewarden to be out here. Especially because it was already past curfew and knowing him, if he were to ever catch someone out here this late… Well, let's just say it's "off" with their head.

''But then again, why is he out here too?'' You thought as you kept watching Riddle interact with the hedgehogs. Shit, wait, that sounds creepy… Were you becoming a stalker like Rook?? Oh by the Great Sevens, you hoped not.

But, to be fair, a lot of things have changed around here. After you, the Prefect of Ramshackle, and the others saved Riddle from his Overblot, he changed. Maybe not entirely but he's getting there. And you're proud of his progress.

But back to the main topic at hand. You quickly hid behind the unpainted rose bush, hoping he didn't see you. You were still in your pajamas and the air was chilly. You shivered from the cold atmosphere before peering over the rose bush and saw Riddle's back facing you.

You didn't know what he was doing, but you suspect it had something to do with the hedgehogs.

He always had such a soft spot for them.

You couldn't exactly hear what he was saying, but you could make out some of them.

"I don't know, should I?"

"What if they…"

And something of the sort. He kept cutting off, so you couldn't exactly hear most of his words. But damn were you curious. It sounded like he was talking about someone. And his tone is so… Soft while speaking about them.

A twinge made its way through your heart. Your chest tightened at the feeling. You slowly placed your right hand where your chest was and felt it beating fast. You bit your bottom lip before shaking off the feeling.

With a slight push, your body leaned in closer, just a bit. Or, at least what you thought was little until you stumbled and lost your footing. An audible gasp escaped your lips and you felt yourself hit the dirt. You groaned, trying to get up from the dirt. You were so focused you didn't even hear footsteps coming your way.

When you managed to lift your head— the first thing you saw was a frown on Riddle Rosehearts's lips, his brows furrowed. You stared blankly and your breath hitched, you were caught.

Both of you couldn't utter a single word. Just staring at each other�� admiring one another's features. But was it just you, or, was Riddle's expression getting softer by the second until his lips weren't a frown anymore, instead, it was a thin line pressed against each other.

But, while you continued to admire his features, you both were interrupted by a gruff. You looked beside Riddle's leg and saw a red-colored hedgehog, tilting its cute little head at you curiously.

Riddle looked down at the little critter, watching them get closer to you and snuggling up to your face. Right, you were still lying on the ground. The Hedgehog scurried back to Riddle and you got up from the ground and wiped off some dirt that clung onto your pajamas.

When you looked up, the first thing you saw was Riddle's stern expression looking at you; with the hedgehog in his arms. You stood there, not knowing what to do before bowing and trying to muster up an apology.

"I-Im so sorry for being out here past curfew Housewarden… I promise I was only trying to get some fresh air for a few minutes and return to my room afterward…" Each sentence became low until it was nothing but a whisper only you could hear. Knowing Riddle, you were expecting a big, long lecture. Or, be collared, or something of the usual.

Riddle sighed, having a dilemma whether or not he should collar you or not; but then again, why is he contemplating? By now you should already have that heart-shaped collar on your neck! Riddle puffed and scolded himself in his mind, knowing that his choice would be considered 'biased' by the others.

But they don't have to know. Besides, it's not favoritism!

Riddle tried to persuade himself that his actions weren't partisanship. It somewhat worked.

"It's fine I can overlook this one time. But don't let me catch you out here at this time again, okay?" He said, returning to the Garden to put the hedgehog back into their cage.

Meanwhile, you stood there— blinked once, twice, thrice being dumbfounded, not knowing what to do at this revelation.

On the other hand, once Riddle was out of your earshot, his face immediately turned red that could rival even his hair, and his heart pounding against his chest. The hedgehog in his arms and the ones on the ground wondered if he was okay.

BONUS:

Riddle pondered if he should send you the letter he wrote after that incident last night. He poured all his feelings onto the paper and wondered if you felt the same.

In the end, he did send the letter. And let's just say, he's never been in a happier mood than ever.

WOW. This took awhile. But hi! Hoped you guys enjoyed this short yet wholesome fic! The first fic of 2024 on my blog. And many more to come after!

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[bakiuwu]

The Odd Traits Of A Hanma

This is a silly idea that I've decided to turn into a little series, based on a hc of mine that Baki,Jack, and Yujiro all have similar traits due to their Hanma blood, despite all of them being different. This fic is kinda like a case study if you, the reader, were in some type of relationship with one of the three and what odd behaviors you would experience with each Hanma.

The following traits you will experience with each Hanma are:

Staring problems

Unnerving sleeping patterns

Accidental stalking

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Staring problems:

All Hanmas have staring problems, Hanma's like to stare at someone who their interested in/in love with. Either if it's innocent, unconsciously, or intentional. All three hanma have this issue, but each of them have their own way of displaying this odd behavior ----------------------------------------------------

First Subject

Baki Hanma:

While being with baki, you may experience a habit of him staring at you. maybe while you're reading a book or doing the dishes, you can feel the soft but heavy gaze coming from the less threatening Hanma as he sits in the living room. You're able to sense his eyes following your every movement. At first, you dont mind when he does it. You think it's cute, honestly.

Him being enamored by your very existence of doing the most mundane things. Wanting to watch your every step, It made you feel special in a way. Like his eyes were only made for you. One day, while cleaning in the kitchen, you came up with the idea to stare back at him while he does his usual staring, You put down the dish you were working on and being to stare at your silly boyfriend. You surely thought as soon as you meet his gazed, he'll shyly look away and joke about how you might think hes a weirdo for staring at you so much, ya know something to share a giggle over.............but..........he doesn't look away.

You stare straight at him, and he doesn't even blink....hes just....staring at you with a cute smile. His expression was soft, as like if he was in true bliss. You didn't know how to feel about it, it was cute but also.....creepy. You walk towards him while maintaining eye contact, thinking to yourself "....maybe he unconsciously stares... right?" You get closer to him, His pupils expanding wider as you kneel down to his level. You're now sitting in front of him, only a small space between the two of you. You gulp quietly, "uhm, baki....are you there?" his smile grows wider."Of course I'm here. Where else would I be? he innocently says while leaning closer. You nervously chuckle. " Heh....you sure do love to stare....heh."

Baki continues to stare deeply into your eyes for what felt like an hour. You weren't even sure if he was breathing anymore, making you feel even more unnerve. He slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, "Only at the things that I love," he says softly. He nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a small "hmmm."

You slowly return the hug, still not knowing how to feel about this situation. You nervously chuckle to yourself. "......aw.....how um sweet of you baki.....heh". The two of you hug for what felt like a decade, the only sound being your breathing and his heart beating. You realized you needed to pee." Hey, baki?.....I need to use the bathroom." He didn't say anything at first, but he slowly begins to release you from his hug, removing his head from your neck, still staring at you with those big innocent eyes.

"I love y/n," he's says so softly it was almost like a whisper. Your expression softness, despite how odd he's been acting. You take a deep breath and smile softly. He might be a little odd, but he's still your boyfriend. "I love you too, baki." You give him a small kiss on his forehead.

You can tell it caught him off guard. He starts blushing and cheesing like an idiot. You get up and head off to the bathroom, still being able to feel the loving gazed of your cute but odd boyfriend.......Baki Hanma

------------------------------------------------------- In conclusion, baki's staring isn't meant to be creepy.....he just enamored by you and wants to watch your every move.......it's innocent.

In the next part, we will go over how Jack Hanma displays this odd behavior

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[dilvuc]

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 14: WE'RE ALIKE

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 14: WE'RE ALIKE

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: yan!jade x yan!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: you and jade are like soulmate. why? you two have feelings for each other without knowing that you two have feelings for each other. you two have not realized that you are made for each other until…

“Why would you collect koebi-kun’s stuff…?” floyd cringed at his brother's collection. jade collected almost everything from your dorm and from your trash. everything he found of yours, is now his. it's concerning.

“Everything I see belongs to him now belongs to me~” jade beamed, snuggling with your pillow that he has stolen. “I can smell his favorite cologne…”

“You're so creepy…” floyd gagged. “You might get find out by him one day.”

“Might. But if I were to be found out, I'll knock him out and lock him in my room.” jade smiled.

the other twin send his calm and weird twin brother a bombastic side eye, “What the fuc—”

“There's no way you have stolen something from one of the twins!” ace exclaimed in shock. he found a shocking collection of jade's mushrooms and photos in your closet. you placed another jar of mushrooms in your closet, “Hey, don't blame me for my love for Jade. He's just too good.”

“Your taste in love is wildly disturbing…” deuce sweatdropped.

“Come on, give me a boost or something to help me talk to Jade. Or I could just knock him out and lock him up in the guest room to get him to talk.” you suggested. ace grabbed your collar, “Get fucking help! This is an obsession! Not some kind of a wholesome love thing!”

“Yeah! What if he tried to eat you up?!” grim exclaimed.

“So…?”

“So? So?! What if he caught you doing something creepy?” ace raised his eyebrows. you shrugged, “Knock him out and lock him up.”

“Oh my fucking god…”

jade peek around the corner to find you talking with your friends. he stood there in lovestruck as he continuingly stalked you around the school. it's making azul and floyd both concerned and disturbed by this. jade’s love for you is over the top. he's fucking downbad for your fucking ass.

“Just look at that adorable little smile that I want to bite his wrong pretty little face off.” jade beamed, clasping his hands together.

“Bite what off?” azul sweatdropped. floyd grabbed azul's shoulders and dragged him away from his brother, “Let's forget this and go…”

jade continues to stalk you around school until he notices how sneaky you're acting as you head to the back of the school where no one will notice you, well…maybe because you notice that jade was stalking you.

“Jade. I know you're there.” you called out, causing the teal haired male to flinch and step out of his hiding place.

“Ah, it appears that I have been found.” jade smiled. “May I ask why you're acting so sneaky, [Y]?”

“I could be the one to ask you since you've been stalking me throughout the whole day.” you pointed out. the teal haired male tensed up, “Ah…So you noticed—”

jade paused when he noticed something flip out of your pocket. he narrowed his eyes to take a closer look, only to find out that it was some photos of him. those photos were taken secretly. you panicked and swiftly picked up the photos to hide from jade's sight, “I'm gonna need a better place to store these treasures…!”

jade gasped before clasping his hands over his mouth, feeling excitedly overwhelmed with joy, “T-treasures…?!”

“Eh?? W-w-w-w-wait! It's not what you think!” you sweatdropped, trying to brush it off. jade knees before you, “Have you been stalking me and secretly taking pictures of me?! My, my~ [Y], you creep~”

“Uh—”

“You love me, do you? Only me, right?” jade beamed.

“Of course, I only love you and only you! I fell in love when I first landed my eyes on you!” you expressed. the teal haired male chuckled bashfully, “I feel the same way about you, too~ Do you know how long I've been holding back my love for you? I didn't had to knock you out and kidnapped you~”

“I was plotting the same thing if you didn't accept my feelings.” you admitted.

jade clasped his hands with yours, “We are the same~ Let's get married~”

“Right after we graduate, let's get married immediately! I'll ditch my goal of going home and marry you.” you expressed.

the octavinelle duo and the dumbass trio watched the scene unfold and they're becoming more disturbed and worried about what would happen if you two become cold-blooded killers. what a “great” couple.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞

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[dawn-dream-crusader]

Evening with a thunderstorm (Vergil x reader)

INSPRIRATION FROM @aldryrththerainbowheart (srry for ping)

I don't know what this is supposed to mean, yet whatever

It's basically all the misfortune falling on Vergil's head at Halloween evening, including you and a thunderstorm. Enjoy my first work!

A pinch of hurt/comfort and a bowl of fluff <3

You sighed, staring from a window at soaked, rainy street. The Halloween decided to come and not only give away sweets to little children and some not so little adults, yet just as excited (just as you), but also bring a frightening storm to the streets of Red Grave City. And even if you did hope that the thunderstorm would have already ended by the end of evening, you could throw all your hope away, because it only became stronger and even more fierce with time.

From the office window, it sounded like a tree broke down with a loud crack and fell down, on cold, wet sidewalk. A puddle got splashed all over the ground under a wheel of passing car. For a nice change of pace and not to spend your time pointlessly wandering in your own melancholy, you decided to keep company to Vergil. Your friend (whoever he thought you were to him, you did cherish his presence next to you) was sitting on a couch, reading a book in front of a turned on TV, that Dante probably had forgotten to turn off before setting off to buy special Halloween pizza.

"Are you watching?" You put all of your courage in your fist, and sat next to him, close enough to see what the white-haired half-devil was reading.

Vergil glanced at you, turning his head to have a better look. "No," he calmly replied and started reading again. You noticed that he looked beautiful in his armor vest, yet you knew he'd never bring himself to answer you with something similar. His cold attitude did sadden you sometimes, but it seemed like there was almost no way to get this man out of his shell - especially that the fact of him talking to you, sharing his thoughts was a great achievement.

A sharp growl of chainsaw caught your attention, and you found yourself engaged in a horror movie that the TV was showing. As a sentimental mess you were, you got genuinely worried for the beautiful, but kinda stupid main cast while the villain, a creepy and cold-blooded serial killer in a seemingly 1$-cheap face mask was coming for them and all of their beloved. You didn't even see how Vergil was watching you with confusion on his face as genuine as your engagement in the movie plot.

"I do not understand why you are so interested in this," he noticed, scrunching his brow in an expression somewhere between surprise and slight disgust. Not for you, of course - for the movie.

"No clue, to be honest." You answered, finally noticing his stormy blue eyes scanning your face. "It's Halloween, after all. All the channels now are showing these." You made a vague gesture with your hand, trying to group all of horror films in one.

"These films are aimed on humans like you, willing to be frightened by every rustle you hear..." Vergil grumbled, his eyes on the screen, as if trying to see what possibly could scare him. A man in cheap face mask was approaching a house, where windows were lit, and kid's laugh could be heard. A lightning struck outside of the office, and you shivered unwillingly, storm fitting the movie's atmosphere.

"I mean, I am concerned for these guys - especially the little one..." You watched with growing anxiety how the killer quietly opened the door to the house and stepped in.

"It's not real and everything, but..." The masked person creeped closer to the room where a mother, wearing simple pink dress, was playing with her son - a boy around seven years old. The boy was laughing, as his mother was too, and none of them had noticed a man behind the door.

"...What scares is not the decorations, I think..." The boy ran away to a different room, as his mother slowly turned back, wishing to bake a pie for her little beloved son.

"...But how the film can touch a wound you didn't even know about, or that has already healed... how do you think?" And you turned to see Vergil. "Vergil?"

"...Vergil?!"

At first, you were in shock. Then you panicked.

Vergil was staring at the screen, pale, his eyes never leaving the picture. He watched with eyes wide open, how the killer in mask cruelly murdered the mother in pink dress. He was shaking, you could even see how his lips were slightly trembling, and his hands squeezed the book so harshly that his knuckles turned white, and the book crumpled. It felt like the man was stabbing his, Vergil's chest, and a flash of pain crossed in his eyes: too big to show and too bright to hide. He watched, immersed in a nightmare, how a boy came back, calling for his mother, only to trip on her dead body, covered in blood. In the cold light of television screen, Vergil's pupils narrowed to a tiny dot, and it seemed like he was ready to scream, but his throat was filled by blood, pierced by a devil claw...

The lightning struck again, and with the deafening thunder you finally found the remote controller and shut the TV off, leaving the room in complete darkness. It seemed like the electricity has gone off.

"Dear Lord," you could only say, slowly putting the remote controller down. "That was not what I thought I'd watch."

You turned around, and saw how Vergil blinked. One time. Then another. And then he hid his face in his palms, trying to connect back to reality.

"...Vergil?" You called him cautiously. He didn't answer, but shivered at the sound of your voice. You didn't know what to do in such a situation; yet, you knew you couldn't leave your friend alone. "Vergil..." You checked every word you were about to say. "...how do you feel?"

For a couple of seconds, everything was quiet, except for the roaring thunder outside. And then he let out a whimper. You tiptoed to the couch and very slowly sat next to him. Vergil didn't move at all.

"..." None of you said a word, as the lightning kept lighting up the room. You did know about what had happened with the Sparda twins in their childhood, but you didn't have a chance to talk about this heavy theme with any of brothers (pretty much understandable).

A tiny light bulb lit up in your brain, dim, but still glowing. You stood up and walked to the kitchenette. The water in kettle, luckily, was still hot, so you poured two cups of tea and put one in front of Vergil. It wasn't much, but that was the only thing you could do.

Vergil finally gazed up at you, then at the cup. From his cold blue eyes, you couldn't tell if he was scared, annoyed or just didn't care at all. He had been looking at the cup for a couple of minutes, before finally taking it in his hands. That's when you noticed that his fingers were shaking a bit, and how tea in his cup was shaking too. He took a slow, cautious sip and finally sighed.

"...Does is it feel better?" You asked with a tinge of hope that your effort worked.

As expected, Vergil didn't answer, taking another unhurried sip. Yet, he finally looked at you for a second, and gave you a slight, almost unnoticeable nod. Your heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The thunder deafened you both for a second: it sounded like Zeus kept dropping metal pots to the ground, in a desperate attempt of cooking. But none of you were talking, so it even created an ambient - weirdly comforting and serene, as the two of you were drinking tea.

You gasped in shock when one of the windows suddenly opened; cold wind flowed into the office, and you, almost dropping your cup (as it seems, to participate with Zeus), ran off to shut it closed. But even when the window was finally closed with big efforts from your side, the temperature in the room got noticeably lower.

"Oh you stupid storm," you grunted under your breath, sitting down next to Vergil once again. He didn't seem to be affected by cold at all, in contrast to you, who were trembling and constantly shaking your head, as if it would make you feel warmer.

Unexpectedly, something heavy and warm laid down on your shoulders. You flinched, not understanding what was happening, and suddenly recognized the material Vergil's coat was made from.

"You don't have to-" you started refusing, but the pressure on your shoulders became heavier, and your resistance faded.

"Take it." You heard Vergil's quiet grunt. For him it, seemingly, wasn't enough, and he couldn't help but pull you closer to himself with his long, lithe arm. Besides, he didn't seem to notice how you squeaked in shock from his sudden move.

It was awkward. And Vergil's arm was heavy. But at least, now you were warm.

"Thank you," you mumbled. He didn't answer anything, so you just relaxed in his hold. It did feel good, to be honest. So peaceful.

You've been sitting like this for a while. Maybe two minutes, maybe ten. Nevertheless, you felt how he slightly pushed you off his arm.

"Come on." He stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Hm? Did something happen?" You asked, a bit worried you did something wrong.

"Cinnamon pie."

You blinked once. Then twice.

"Cinnamon what?"

Vergil's face scrunched in frustration.

"Are you deaf? Do you want a piece of cinnamon pie?"

"Ah. Yeah." You finally stood up, still holding Vergil's coat on your shoulders. "If you invite me.."

"Why else would I say this to you?"

"Fine, fine." You watched as Vergil walked away to the fridge. Deep inside, you couldn't fathom if this all - the coat, the pie - were all as a sign of gratitude to you for alleviating his stress a little. Vergil wasn't a type of person to be so generous... or maybe, he had no special occasion to show it. You couldn't guess, but it wasn't even so important. What was much more important, was a piece of pie. You didn't know but Vergil saved this one specifically for you - in case of your visit, that he waits for. Every day.

P.s. That ended quickly. Eh. Thank you for reading!

Yours, Dawn Dream Crusader

#vergil x reader #devil may cry #vergil #dmc5 #dmc #vergil x you

[danthepillerman]

Late night confession

Jotaro x reader

Why did his mind have to race every time it was late at night when he's supposed to be getting rest for the annoyance that awaits him the next day? He wished he knew the answer but little ol' jotaro couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was the fact he had a test the next day or he was curious about something. Turning his head to the side a little his answer laid asleep. Their face relaxed and eyes shut closed. The expression on the boys face softened while he gazed at the girl beside him. He and the girl were only in this situation because of the heavy rain pouring outside and the relentless studying they were doing. He looked at her for a little longer, her features glowing in the moonlight he couldn't help but bask in her beauty, but he looked away realizing it was a little creepy to stare at someone while they slept. Staring at the ceiling again his thoughts raced once again, along with his heart.

The boy hated the thought of having a "crush" on one of his closets friends. It felt wrong to feel this way about someone he's known for so long, and so he decided a while back to repress the feelings and not give into the hopelessness of love. Soon his mother caught onto the way he looked at y/n as she spoke. Holly saw the small sparkle in his eyes as he watch the girl rant about a food or teach him something he doesn't fully grasp. Though Holly knew better than to tease her sweet jotaro about such things, so she kept to herself about it. Jotaro knew that his mom found out about his feelings towards y/n he didn't nag at it though, if his mother didn't bring it up neither would he.

"JoJo...?" The girls voice mumbled out softly to the boy. "Hm?" He turned his head to look at her, while looking he felt soft hands hold his lightly and gently. "Is it alright if I...hold your hands for....a bit?.." a small yawn escaping her lips while she spoke. A faint smile tugging on the boys lips before responding "not at all, go back to bed alright?" his voice softer than usual making sure not to be so rough since she if half asleep. The girl nodded before scooting a little closer to jotaro. A small slur of words leaving her mouth before she dozed off again, still some what awake. Heat rising to his face as he turned to his side facing the girl, and arm slowly wrapping around her body and bringing her into his chest. With their bodies pressed up together to one another jotaro's heart ran laps. His face heating up so much you could mistake it for a fever. This is his first time ever feeling this way, with no hat to pull over his eyes to cover his face he buried it into the top of the girls head.

Their hands still intertwined with each other's and legs all tangled he was at ease and his mind finally stopped racing around. Jotaro's head was clear of any sign of thoughts other than y/n. She was the only thing on his mind, her warmth pressed up against his chest, the way her scent would most likely linger in his room, her breathing being slow and steady, the way she'd twitch slightly, everything about the girl in his arms he loved. It was time to finally admit to himself how down bad he was for you. How head over heels he was, it was hard to finally accept it but this little cuddle session just drew him over. He let his mind rest, a long with his fast beating heart. The heat in his cheeks decreasing. With a small but sharp inhale he let himself admit it. "I love you."

#jjba jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo jotaro #cuddle

[yulin-pop]

Could you do the Lips sealed headcanons with Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Riddle, Lilia, Malleus, Floyd and Jade?

⤷ ✧ Keeping quiet

- order 35 | Headcanons | Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Lilia, Malleus, Crowley, Crewel, Trein

P.1 — VDC group+Neige

Gender neutral, platonic for the staff

Note: It’s fun writing interesting character traits. It’s one of my favorite types of things to write. Thank you for requesting!

Riddle Rosehearts

He never really noticed you never spoke, he assumed it was just being nervous but it became obvious that you don’t speak to anybody.

He wants you to use other forms of communication but gets confused with your gestures .

“Wait so, who broke one of the rules? Uhh tail… ears? Cross? No? Here just write it on a piece of paper.”

He wonders how you can go about everyday without speaking. But maybe he’s just sort of always yelling and got used it to it.

Jade Leech

He’s never encountered someone that never speaks. He’s met shy people but you’re not shy. You just don’t speak. He lets you communicate through gestures and notes.

He can tell what you want just by looking at you. He’s naturally good at reading people.

It seems like he doesn’t care but he’s intrigued. He wants to know why. Why won’t you speak? Are you nervous? He concludes it’s out of anxiousness. Which would be right on the money.

Floyd Leech

He’s just as you’d expect. He always has something to pick on no matter who it is. Of course for you, it’s because you don’t speak.

“Shrimpy, how come you never speak?” He said while leaning forward to get close to your face.

His pestering is never ending and it’s not like you can run or fight him. Your only options are to avoid him or deal with it.

“I’m gonna squeeze you!”

“Floyd, don’t do that to the prefect…” Azul commands. “Sorry about that.”

Lilia Vanrouge

He’s one of the more understanding people. He wants to ask why but decides to just observe you first. He gets your message through with gestures, expression, and notes.

You may or may not catch him just staring at you. His gaze is soft and even loving but its undoubtedly creepy no matter how sweet it is.

He can translate for you if no one understands. He actually understands you better than Ace.

He makes teasing jokes about you never speaking but it isn’t to pressure you into doing so. He’s curious but it doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

Malleus Draconia

He knows that humans are social creatures which is why you’re such an intriguing specimen. He thinks you’re unique because of your behavior.

You’re average, that much is clear but he decides to regard you differently because of your lack of speech. He wants to observe you. But conversations with him are nothing fun. It’s awkward since you usually have others lead the conversation as you nod. While he barely even has conversations.

“You’re here another night? Hmm.”

“…”

“Why are you giving me that look?”

He’s bad with context clues so he can’t tell you’re being passive aggressive or not. He can tell when you’re happy or sad though.

You two don’t mix well under these circumstances but there’s still a possibility of getting closer.

Crowley

How troublesome! He doesn’t get you. You’re supposed to be happy and chatty but you’re just completely silent (and annoyed).

He originally believed you were just shy because of this new environment, understandable. But eventually he got the hint that it’s something that’s not gonna change.

He can’t have a prefect that doesn’t speak. He tries to council you. It’s often very uncomfortable sessions. But since he’s “so busy” He can no longer give you counciling.

He encourages you to use a notebook to communicate. Overall, he just wants you to enjoy life.

Divus Crewel

He doesn’t really go out of his way to check on his students. It probably took a two weeks before he even noticed. He thought you were quiet and he approved of that. It wasn’t until he caught you messing around with a friend, that’s when he had to have a discussion with you.

“STAY! You two. Now get over here.”

“Aww… We’re in for it now..” Grim whined.

When he went to scold you, he expected a “yes teacher.” But you only looked at him with a bothered expression.

“I expect an answer. Now what do we say?”

“Uhhh… One problem.” Grin spoke up to get his attention, “They don’t like speaking. Actually they don’t speak at all.”

You glared over at Grim at his wording. He felt a slight wave of a guilt but not enough to stop the scolding.

He doesn’t call on you for anything but he still expects you to pay attention and preform well in his class.

Mozus Trein

He would notice a lot sooner than Crewel. His class involves a lot of participation. For a while, you hadn’t been called on, it was mostly directed at Grim since he’s a chatterbox.

But the time has come when you were supposed to supposed to answer a question verbally.

“What year was the prototype of the ghost camera created, MC?”

“…”

“Professor… They don’t speak.”

He pulled you in after class and warned you your possibility of failing this class because of your lack of participation. But he found a solution. You can have Grim say it for you whenever you’re called on. Let’s hope that Grim is at least awake.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #platonic #crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #mozus trein x reader #that feels weird to type but it’s all platonic with the staff

[dinaaaaee]

My knight and shining armour. ♡

★Mammon x gender neutral reader, heavily inspired by the new princess dame event, could be abit of an au? it depends on how you read it. Otherwise this is fluff.

★Mc is a referred to as knight but gender neutral. Mammon might be abit ooc?

★Warnings: depending on how you read it, it may come across abit suggestive, its not really suggestive but just how I described the kiss? otherwise its just fluff. Swearing, but not to eachother just the narrative which was only once. ALSO my first fic, so don't expect it to be not cringe, I tried. 😭

@dinaaaaee work, do not repost, reblogs are appreciated. <3

Mammon walked over to the window and reflected on his luxurious surroundings. ''How did I get so lucky?'' he thought to himself.

He had always had a taste for expensive things and cold palace rose was one of them. With its glamourous chandeliers, grand staircase that proved this was not some commoners house, he knew this was the place for him. The misplaced grandfather clock ticking every second and dark red roses everywhere, this place could not compete with the house of Lamention.

He was so mesmerised by the area that he almost forgot that he was meeting with Mc. Until he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. ''What… what is that creepy figure standin' outside of the palace?!' the avatar of greed panicked.

Only until that figure came closer, Mammon gulped and sighed a breath of relief. Mc... you scared the hell outta him!

He dashed down the staircase, opening the large red and black, gold-imprinted rose door for you.

''Mc! your here finally! you had a whole lotta nerve scarin' me like that!'' he exclaimed, ushering you closer to the door.

''Sorry Mammon, The anti-lucifer league striked again, and surprisingly it wasn't a bust- huh? scared you? what do you mean?'' tilting your head to your side in confusion.

He frowns. ''You were just standin there, next to the fountain not moving for a good minute.'' He points.

You looked where he was pointing and realised what he was saying. "Ohhhhh, my bad, a rock got stuck in my shoe, sorry Mammon…" you say, trying not to laugh at the thought of him being scared.

Before he could say anything about your apparent chuckle, you walked past him and inside, looking around in amazement. Your expression made him chuckle fondly.

"A real beauty, ain't it?" he sighs blissfully, proudly flapping his arms around the area. ''Yeah! It is, and you're very lucky to be staying here for the rest of the week, Mammon.'' you smiled back as you can practically feel him beaming. "Think I can have a tour of the palace, mams?" you ask, looking at the coordinated roses on the staircase. "After I show you the best part of the palace, c'mon!!" He says excitedly, like a sugar high kid. He grabs your hand, which caught you off guard; despite his sweaty hands, you couldn't help but blush.

You gasped, wide eyed as you set foot into the surreal garden. Mammon stared at you in amusement. There were different types of rose bushes everywhere, that could rival the queen of hearts, a pound that glistened with the soft moonlight shining on it, different birds chirping, devildom ones, ones that appeared to be from the human realm… Is that a blue jay you see? A path of stones on the floor leading to…a statue? Some kind of monument. You approached the monument, which appeared to be a statue of some knight, surrounded by painted red roses and a rock with a sword half out…? What in the Lord of the Rings was this?

''Hey mams! whats this?'' you questioned as you got further towards it, him following behind you.

He explained that this statue was made to honour a Dame by queen rose her self, honestly you couldn't hear much as you were preoccupied with your own thoughts of pulling the sword out. As an act of impulse you finally listened to your mind and pull the sword out with ease.

''It has been said that no other demon could pull the sword o-''

You both looked at each other...oh shit?!

Well...

"Heh, Heh, looks like I was able to pull it out," you said proudly and arms by your side, standing like superman, opting to make light of the situation. "Do I look like a knight now?" you ask, holding the sword to your side.

"Even better, I'll be your knight. Your knight in shining armour," you wink.

How did you get the sword out, Mammon couldn't help but gape open his mouth and stare at you in disbelief? Wait what did you just say... before he could respond, you kneeled in front of him, sword in your left hand, and your right took his in yours.

You looked up at him so innocently, rubbing your thumb against his veiny index finger, looking flustered he still hasn't clocked on to whats happening, but the obvious pink undertone to his cheeks says otherwise. While looking at him, you ever so slightly brushed your chapped lips on his palmar, you could tell he wanted this, looking through your lashes you could see him tense in anticipation with your hot breath on his skin. Slowly, you began to kiss him, teasing him with each kiss. You could hear him complain about how long you were taking, but you couldn't help yourself, he was always so tsundere with you and now you're in front of him making him want more. When you pulled your lips away from his hand, he couldn't deny feeling a little empty.

"Oi, knight, I think you're missing a spot," he says, blushing and pointing to his lips.

#mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me au #obey me #obey me mammon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me fic #obey me brothers #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gn!mc #mammon fluff #mammon x you

[lavenderdreams22]

A Court of Dawn & Dusk - Azriel x Reader (part 5)

Summary: Y/N goes with the inner circle to Hewn City to greet Amarantha. Azriel gets jealous when Y/N tries to bond with a male that isn't him.

A/N: Hello ☺️ This part gave me some trouble (took way longer to write than I expected), so hopefully you guys like it! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

Warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, quickly edited.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

*****

Mor and I walked side by side, our steps having long since fallen in time with each other as we made our way to the castle at the heart of Hewn City. I knew that if I looked at her, her expression would match mine, as well: cold and calculating. 

“Remember.” She muttered, her voice so low that I had to strain my ears to catch her words. “You are going to see a side of Rhys, a side of everyone, tonight that you haven’t before. Don’t take anything to heart.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I muttered back, straightening my spine.

I touched the dagger I had strapped to my thigh under my dress, the press of metal comforting as we continued to move through the city. An Illyrian blade… One that Azriel had gifted to me when he had come to watch Cassian and I train the first week that I had been in the Night Court. He had taken one look at the Peregryn blade of gold and silver and pulled it out of my grasp, replacing it with one of his own.

The memory threatened to bring a smile to my face, so I gritted my teeth. It was so annoying that even when we weren’t speaking, he still managed to bring me some sort of comfort or happiness. It was even more annoying that these memories were resurfacing when I was meant to be working.  

When the castle finally came into view, I cursed under my breath. It seemed to loom over the city, beckoning passersby to come closer so that it could reach out a clawed hand and drag them to the underworld.

“Ready?” Mor asked as we neared the gates.

The gates creaked open, and I suppressed a shutter. Gods, that was creepy.

“As I’ll ever be.” I muttered.

*****

Inside the throne room was just as beautiful and terrifying as the rest of the city. Some around me seemed to murmur with anticipation and nerves as we waited for Rhysand’s grand entrance, and some continued to talk and laugh as if there was absolutely nothing to fear. 

I risked a glance at Mor, but she was glowering at a male across the room from us. When he caught her gaze, he gave her a malicious grin and a condescending wave before turning his attention back to the male that stood in front of him.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“My father.” Her glower didn’t relent as she continued to stare at him.

I grimaced, but as I opened my mouth to try to comfort her, the rumbling started. 

“Here we go.” Mor grabbed my arm and moved us closer to the throne.

I held my breath as we took our spots. The rumbling grew louder, closer. Rhysand must have loosened the leash he kept on his magic, displaying it for the people who now trembled and scrambled to their places. The smell of terror seemed to fill the entire room.

I had always known that Rhys was powerful, knew that he was capable of terrible things, but I supposed I had underestimated how terrifying and dangerous he truly was. A mistake that few in this room had made, from the looks of it. These people had seen him at his most dangerous, his most cruel, and they were utterly terrified.

The rumbling grew closer still, and the tension in the room could be sliced with a blade. When the doors were thrown open, cracking against the wall with a loud bang, silence fell.

I nearly gasped at the sight of Cassian and Azriel as they strode through the doors.

Azriel had always had an air of violence and mystery surrounding him. It wasn’t unusual for his face to be cold, or for him to seem to be on the brink of hostility. His shadows swirled around him, whispering as he stalked to the throne. His eyes flicked to mine for a moment, but, unlike earlier at the townhouse, nothing but cold disinterest swirled there. 

With my breath caught in my throat, my gaze darted to Cassian. He, always the opposite side of the same coin as Azriel, surprised me with how cold and detached he looked. All traces of his usual light demeanor, the humor he carried with him… completely gone.

I felt a surge of power from Azriel as I gazed at Cassian, and a few people shrunk back in fear as he passed us. His shadows reached out to me, caressing my face and neck. Azriel’s face hardened, his body going stiff, as he pulled them back, forcing them to obey. 

Mor chuckled, the sound barely audible. I snapped my attention to her, but she was eyeing the Shadowsinger with newfound interest as he and Cassian took their places at the foot of the throne. 

I tabled my questions for later, turning my attention back to the entrance. A few heartbeats passed before Rhysand walked through the door, his darkness filling the space like fog.

His face was cold and detached, just like his brothers, but where they had been serious and almost angry, Rhysand was was smirking. With his hands in his pockets and a crown that seemed to be made of pure midnight sitting perfectly on his head, he made his way to the throne. When he passed Mor and I, he shot us a wink. A few females behind us seemed to sigh as he passed, and I but my tongue to keep from laughing.  

Cruel, dark and absolutely beautiful… Every murmur, every whisper, every thought seemed to echo that sentiment as he took his place on the throne. His darkness seemed to settle before reeling back to him as he crossed one leg over the other. This… this was the high lord of the Night a court. This was the male that scary stories had been based on, the male that everyone outside of Velaris knew him as.

He watched us all for a moment, his nostrils flared as he breathed in the terror and awe and even a bit of arousal that seemed to fill the room. He basked in it, seemed to relish it, for a moment.

“Bow.” His voice rang out, and every person in the room dropped to their knees, their heads lowered to the floor. 

Rhysand left us like that for a few moments, enjoying the obedience. I noticed, as I knelt there, that the floor was polished so well that my own reflection stared back up at me. Everything here seemed so… clean…

“Rise.” Rhysand’s voice rang out again, and everyone seemed to move as one. “We have a special guest tonight. Amarantha, emissary to Hybern. Make her feel as welcome as you would any other stranger.”

The statement felt vaguely like a threat, and I gulped as he grinned. 

Amarantha turned, letting her gaze shift over the throngs of people, offering them a smile that she had to force. No one returned it. When her gaze finally locked with mine, I felt my skin prickle under her scrutiny as she examined me, her eyes raking over me before shifting her gaze to Mor, who sucked in a breath beside me. 

“Now that the formalities are out of the way, the festivities may begin.” He raised a hand, and servants filed into the room, piling the tables to the back with enough food and faerie wine to sustain a small army. 

“Finally.” Mor, whose eyes were still locked on Amarantha, said as she leaned closer to my ear. “I need alcohol if I’m going to survive tonight.” 

With a heaved sigh, she dropped her gaze and made her way to the tables. I giggled as I followed behind her. Wine did sound… Nice.

As we crossed the room, I got a distinct sense of a pair of eyes on me. I only hoped that it wasn’t Azriel or Amarantha.

People were already lining up at the table to get themselves drinks. Mor pushed past them all, offering no apologies as she went. No one seemed brave enough to stop her, anyway. 

She grabbed two wine glasses before turning back to me, and passing me one with a smile plastered on her face. 

“Want to go stand over there and talk about people?” Mor asked, gesturing over to one of the many pillars that lined the room that no one had occupied yet. “At least until we get a few drinks in and can actually start enjoying ourselves?”

“Sure.” I linked my arm with hers. “Let's do it.”

*****

Mor had disappeared. Completely and utterly vanished. One second she had been next to me, mocking one of the many members of the Hewn City court, and the next, she was gone. I turned in place for a moment, searching for her, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar male voice asked.

I met his eyes over my shoulder and offered him a smile.

“Yeah. My friend…” I turned to face him fully, his hand dropping to his side. “She was right here a second ago.” 

“Do you want help looking for her?” He asked, already peering into the crowd behind me.

He was handsome. His shiny blond hair and kind, blue eyes were striking, inviting.

The symbol of Hybern was emblazoned on the front of his jacket, and I felt surprise surge through my body at the sight of it. 

“No, that’s alright. She probably got whisked away by some male.” I shrugged, shooting one last glance over my shoulder.

“Well, in that case… Would you like to dance with me?” He extended his hand.

I set my drink down on a nearby table before taking his hand. “I would love to.”

He led me out to the dance floor, other couples already taking their places as the music shifted into something faster. 

“I’ve had my eye on you since you walked into the room tonight.” He said, a blush springing to his cheeks.

“Is that so?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows.

“Yes, so have many other males.” He nodded, matter-of-factly, before adding, “I’m just glad I got here first.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” I looked around conspiratorially. “Some of the males here give me the creeps.”

“Glad to hear I’m not one of them.” His blush deepened.

I made a show of looking him over before I continued. He spun me, and when he pulled back, he pulled me flush against the front of him by my waist.

“I’m glad you’re not one of them, either.” I said, winking.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.” I replied, batting my eyes at him. 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful female.” 

I laughed, my head thrown back. “That was so cheesy.”

He only shrugged, grinning, as he spun me away from him again and pulled me back in effortlessly, as if he spent all of his free time dancing. For all I knew, I supposed, that might be exactly how he spent his time. I realized as we continued to spin that I really wanted to find out. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, the smile on my face starting to make my cheeks hurt.

Before he could answer me, we came to an abrupt halt, Azriel’s hands on the male's shoulders. The look on his face was deadly, and the male paled as he let go of me and stepped back, his hands raised in surrender. 

“Get lost.” Azriel growled.

“Sorry, I didn’t know she was spoken for.” The Hybern male said, his eyes wide.

Azriel only growled in response, the sound reverberating around the three of us. I hated the fact that a blush rose to my cheeks at the sound.

The male scurried off into the crowd, disappearing from view.

“What the fuck, Azriel?” I asked as he pulled me to his chest and resumed the dance that he had interrupted. “You shouldn’t have done that. I was having fun.”

“He was touching you… Making you uncomfortable.” Azriel said, shrugging as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“I was not uncomfortable.” I said. “You could have sent Cassian over if you thought it necessary to intervene.” 

He snorted at that, twirling me faster to keep up with the rest of those dancing around us. I wasn’t sure how he had gotten so good at dancing, either, but I refused to let myself ask as he leaned closer to me. 

“I didn’t want him touching you, either.” He said through clenched teeth.

I gaped at him for a moment, letting his words sink in. 

“You don’t get to decide who does and doesn’t touch me.” I seethed. He opened his mouth to protest, but I silenced him, digging my nails into his shoulder. “If I want to let that male take me into another room and have his way with me, I will. And there is nothing… NOTHING that you can say or do to change that.”

He tensed for a moment as my words seemed to hit their mark, but after a moment, he relaxed and smirked at me, pulling me closer to him. 

“And what if I wanted to take you into the other room?” He asked, his voice low. “What if I don’t want any other male touching you?”

“If you wanted to be the only male touching me, Azriel… All you had to do was say so.” I batted my eyelashes at him, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

He tracked the movement, his body once again going rigid even as we continued to spin and dance. 

When the music came to an end, changing to something slow, Azriel grabbed my hand, making his way towards the doors that we had all entered through at the beginning of the night. His breathing was uneven and I rolled my eyes and pulled out of his grip.

“If this is what you wanted, you shouldn’t have run from me.” I cocked my head to the side as he slowly turned to look at me, his anger and panic barely contained. “If you were going to chase after me like this, you should have stayed.”

He blinked at me, his shadows becoming frantic as they swirled around him. Their whispers seemed to get louder as I stepped further away from him. 

“I can’t chase you here.” He said, taking a step closer to me.

“I never asked you to.” I replied with a shrug. “Now, if you don’t mind… I have a dance to finish with the male you so rudely dismissed. Have a good rest of your night, Az.” 

I stepped past him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t acknowledge me as I disappeared into the crowd.

*****

Gods, Azriel had fucked up. He had fucked up so badly that he wasn’t sure how he was ever going to come back from it. 

He watched her as she mingled with several males, the one that he had pulled off of her making her smile as he brought her yet another glass of wine. She threw her head back laughing at something he said, and the sound floated to Azriel over the music. He decided he loved the sound of her laugh more than any music he had ever heard, and he didn't care how cliche it was.

Gods, he had fucked everything up.

“If you don’t stop glaring like that, you’re going to scare him away.” Cassian murmured from his place beside Azriel. 

Azriel frowned at that, letting his attention move across the room, taking in other party go-ers. Rhys had long-since joined the festivities, him and a red-haired woman engaged in a tense conversation. His shadows informed him that that was Amarantha. Rhys leaned against a pillar, shooting her a smirk that had her bristling. 

He made a mental note to himself to keep an eye on her before he let his attention go back to Y/N and her many suitors. 

“Good.” Was all Azriel said.

“Don’t you have a job to do?” Cassian snapped. “Or something better to do than try to ruin her night?”

Azriel turned his gaze to Cassian then, sizing him up. Surprise flashed across Cassian’s face at the animosity, but was quickly replaced by the usual cool indifference they all carried here. 

“Does it not bother you?” Azriel asked, cocking his head. “You two are… close.” 

“So?” Cassian demanded quietly. “She can talk to whoever she wants.”

“You like her, right?” Azriel asked. “You’re probably the only male in this room that she would listen to right now. Maybe you should try to get her alone for a bit, talk to her… Or what ever it is the two of you get up to when you’re alone.”

“Who said we get up to anything?” Cassian asked, confused.

Azriel knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he stared his brother down, his anger finally bubbling over.

“No one had to say anything. It’s fairly obvious.”

Cassian bared his teeth. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Azriel only shrugged, returning to staring at Y/N. 

“She needed you. You weren’t there. You left her.” Cassian snarled. “So, she turned to Mor and me. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. I have no romantic interest in her. Whatsoever.”

Azriel only shook his head, resisting all of the other words he knew he could use to get under Cassian’s skin. He knew exactly what he could say to really rile him up, but now was not the time, this was not the place. They would have this out some other night, when they both had time for a real fight. 

Right now, he was right. Azriel did have a job to do. One he was failing at, even after all of the pep talks that he had given himself before he had left home. He needed to find an in, find an excuse to talk to Amarantha, get information from her. His shadows could do the rest. 

He was still concocting a plan, thinking of ways to weasel his way into a conversation, when he watched Amarantha say goodbye to Rhysand and make her way directly for Y/N.

Azriel was moving in an instant, leaving his post for the second time in one night. As he passed one of the servers, he pulled two wine glasses from the tray. At his approach, the other males that surrounded her dispersed into the crowd. He really had a habit of chasing people away.

He pushed the self hatred aside, and focused his attention on her.

She eyed him warily, reaching out to accept the drink he offered her just as Amarantha made it to them.

“You’re quite popular.” Amarantha said, grinning.

Y/N turned to look at her, blinking for a moment in surprise before composing herself.

“I suppose it’s the dress. Males are all the same.” She rolled her eyes, extending a hand. “Y/N.”

Amarantha took her hand, shaking it. “Amarantha.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N turned to him, then, uncertainty clouding her eyes as she gestured to him. “This is Azriel.”

“Azriel… I’ve heard of you.” Amarantha grinned, eyeing him with the kind of interest that set his skin crawling. “The infamous Shadowsinger.” 

Y/N, seeming to catch on to his discomfort, grinned, looping her arm through his. He started, staring down at her. She was gazing up at him with love-struck eyes, willing him to play along. He wondered just how much faerie wine she’d had. A glance at the table behind her said little to none as each glass that had been given to her, sat there, still completely full. 

“Isn’t he handsome?” She gushed, stroking a hand down his arm.

“Indeed.” was Amarantha’s only response, but her interest seemed to dim as Y/N gazed at him.

“What can we do for you?” She asked, her voice still sickly sweet as she clung to him.

“I wanted to say hello and to introduce myself.” She gave Y/N a once over. “I was also curious what someone from the Dawn Court was doing in a place like this.”

Azriel covered her hand with his own. “She’s here with me.”

“I can see that.” Amarantha once again looked him over and he had to reign in his impulse to snarl at her. “Though, she does seem to be getting plenty of attention from other males tonight.” 

“Careful, he’s very territorial. I made him promise to be on his best behavior tonight.” Y/N said with a smile. Azriel snorted.

“How… sweet.” Amaranta returned the smile. 

“What brings you to the Night Court?” Y/N asked, resting her head on Azriel’s shoulder.

“I’m here on business.” She said, swirling the contents of her own glass. “We’re looking to open trade between Hybern and Prynthian.”

“So I’ve heard.” Y/N said, offering her the fakest smile that Azriel had ever seen. “Why now?” 

“Enough time has passed, we thought it would be a good time to try to make amends.”

Y/N only hummed in response, nodding her head as if she understood completely.

“I actually spoke with your father recently…” Amarantha continued. “Do you know which direction he’s leaning? I’m supposed to have a report for the King by the end of the week, but all the High Lords are so secretive.”

“My father?”

“High Lord Thesan.” Amarantha nodded.

Y/N tensed beside Azriel, and he had to fight not to do the same. How this woman had known Thesan even had a child was concerning. Rhysand hadn’t even known, and they lived on the same continent. He needed to find out what else she knew.

“How’d you know he was my father?” Y/N asked, blinking her eyes in confusion.

“The two of you share quite the resemblance.” Amarantha smirked. “Sorry, I didn’t think it was a secret.”

“It’s not.” She replied, but her tone was hard. Azriel squeezed her hand to offer some semblance of comfort. She squeezed his arm in response.

“So?” Amarantha continued. “Any clue how they’re leaning?”

“Not sure, but I’m positive they’ll give you an answer soon enough.” Y/N shrugged. “I’m not privy to that kind of information.”

“Even if you’re on the arm of someone in Rhysand’s immediate circle?” Amarantha cocked her head to the side. “Curious.”

“Who I choose to share my bed with doesn’t come with any other perks, I’m afraid.”

“How… unsatisfying.” Amarantha hummed, eyeing them both before shaking her head.

Azriel bristled at that. He couldn’t help the thoughts that ran across his mind… of her sharing his bed. The idea of her being unsatisfied… He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts.

“I’m more than satisfied, I assure you.” Another squeeze to his arm.

“And you have no inkling as to which direction the High Lords are leaning?” She asked. “What about you, Azriel?”

She was desperate enough to push the question, desperate enough not to care if they were being overheard. Azriel noted that in his mind.

“The unfortunate thing about Fae,” Y/N said. “They tend to remember things for a very long time. I suppose that’s one of the issues with our incredibly long life-span.”

Amarantha only nodded, taking a swig of her drink. Azriel glanced at Rhysand, and even though he looked to be invested in whatever conversation he was having, Azriel knew that he also had one ear listening to this one, as well.

*****

“Thank you for not leaving me alone with her.” Y/N said, releasing his arm and taking a few steps away from him.

“Of course.”

“And… Sorry… about the touching.” She cleared her throat and wrapped her arms around herself.

He stayed silent, but he wanted to reach out and pull her back into his arms, tell her that everything was okay… that she had nothing to apologize for. He just couldn’t bring himself to say the words… to move.

He turned his attention, instead, to himself, trying to ignore the tingling that lingered at her touch. She watched him for a moment as he stared down at himself before bidding him goodbye and winding into the crown. She would most likely seek out the male from earlier again, and it wasn’t something that he wanted to see. Azriel loosened a sigh before returning to his own spot at the foot of the empty throne. 

Cassian watched him from the corner of his eye, his anger still overflowing.

“Sorry.” Azriel mumbled. “For snapping at you.”

“You need to talk to her.” Cassian replied after a moment of charged silence.

Azriel didn’t need to look at him to know that he was rolling his eyes.

“I know.”

*****

The next morning, I poured the boiling water into my cup to make some tea, the rest of the inner circle crowded around the island in the kitchen. 

Amren had a book open in front of her, and with a glance over it, I realized it was a history book of some sort. When she caught me staring, she closed it, keeping her place with her finger, so that I could read the title. ‘Hybern: A Complete History’. I only nodded, as she passed me her own mug to fill. I did so quietly before returning the kettle to the stovetop. 

“Let’s get started so we can figure out what our next move is.” Rhysand said, leaning against the counter.

A moment of silence as everyone seemed to mull over the events of last night. 

“She wasn’t genuine.” Azriel stated, his voice still gravelly from sleep. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. “My shadows told me she was inquiring about Rhysand’s usual whereabouts.”

“Why the hell would she need to know where he spends his time?” Mor asked. 

“Did anyone give her any answers?” Cassian added. 

“There’s absolutely no way any of them are that stupid, boy.” Amren rolled her eyes.

“Y/N.” Rhysand said, “When she came to you, what did she say?”

“She knew that I was from the Dawn Court, and who my father was.” I replied. “She questioned me about what I was doing in Hewn City, and then she asked me several questions about whether you and Thesan were leaning in her favor or not.”

“Azriel, I need you to do a bit of scouting. Figure out why she’s inquiring about the High Lords.” Rhysand said, his eyes locked on the counter, but far away. As if he was mulling something over.

Azriel only nodded, seemingly communicating with Rhys through their minds for a moment before Rhys let out a distracted chuckle, shooting him an incredulous look. Azriel only shrugged.

“Cassian, can you and Mor go back to the Court of Nightmares and question some of the party go-ers?” Rhysand continued, “maybe try talking to Keir, see if his people heard anything. Don’t give anything away, though. He doesn’t know we don’t trust her, and he doesn’t need to know.”

“On it.” Mor said with a bit of a sigh, turning to Cassian as she pulled her hair back into a long ponytail. “Give me a minute to change, and then we can go.”

Cassian nodded, before taking off in the general direction of his own bedroom, seemingly to do the same. 

“Amren, do some more research on Hybern. We need as much of an upper hand as we can get. Anything even remotely relevant, I want to know about.” She nodded, leaving her half drank tea on the counter, and making her own way out of the townhouse. 

I stood there, watching the room clear out, leaving Azriel, myself and Rhysand. 

“What should I do?” I asked.

“You’re coming with me.” Azriel said, his face blank. “Go put on some leathers.” 

“What? But… I… I’ll only slow you down.” I struggled to form words. “You… you never need help scouting any other time, you certainly do not need my help now.” 

“We’re going to follow them, but we also need to stop in the Dawn Court to speak to Thesan.” Azriel stated, “Doesn’t make much sense for me to come all the way back here to get you, does it?” 

I stared at him for a moment, trying to tramp down my annoyance at his tone. One glance at Rhysand made it clear that there would be no sweet talking my way out of this, no arguing. The decision was final.

“Alright, meet me at my apartment when you’re ready to go.” I turned and walked out of the townhouse, into the brisk Velaris air. It took me the entire walk home to calm my racing heart.

*****

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A Total Coincidence

Charwhit story by yours truly

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It was no use. Whit couldn’t sleep no matter how hard he tried. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was MonoTV’s static voice announcing that dreaded rule.

“You must kill someone to leave this school.”

The phrase rang in his head over and over. He knew he would never kill someone, but he couldn’t exactly say the same about other people. Especially that one creepy chick with the eyeballs in her hair-what was her name again? Whatever, it didn’t matter.

He’d been spending so much time in his head that he barely noticed his stomach, which was uncomfortably empty.

“I’ll just go get a snack.” He mumbled to himself. He slowly got out of his bed threw on a jacket, not bothering to change out of his sleepwear.

Whit made his way down the hall and towards the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone up. More thoughts started entering his mind. What if someone were to attack me?

“If someone tries to attack me, I’ll just scream. I don’t think these rooms are soundproof. At least, I hope they’re not.” He whispered, tossing his head back slightly to get his dyed bangs out of his face.

He arrived at the kitchen and much to his surprise, someone else was there. They were sat at a table with their head buried in their arms, like Whit did whenever he found himself in a boring class.

Whit tried to not make any noise as he sneaked inside the room to get a closer look. The moment his eyes made out the shape of a dramatically oversized lab coat, he immediately knew who it was. He snuck forward, not making a sound, and once he was close enough, he planted a hand on the sleeping man’s shoulder.

“Hey Charles!” Whit flinched slightly as Charles jolted upright and shouted before quickly cutting himself off. He stood there for a moment before finally catching his breath.

“Oh shoot, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” Whit started the sentence playfully, but quickly shut off that tone as he realized what he just did.

“Are you stupid?“ Charles spoke through gritted teeth. He turned to gently grab Whit by his shirt collar and pull him a fraction closer. It wasn’t a harsh or threatening grab, more like a scolding.

“What on earth made you think it was a good idea to sneak up on someone during a killing game!?” Whit had just now realized this was the closest he’s ever been to Charles’s face.

Additionally, he took in the fact that Charles didn’t look as uptight as he normally does. He didn’t have his glasses on, His violet hair was out of it’s usual ponytail, he was wearing a loose black shirt with that damn lab coat thrown over it. Why doesn’t he wear his hair down more often? It looks nice.

“Y’know, you’re actually really pretty for a guy.” With that, Charles’s face heated up as he immediately let go of Whit’s shirt and attempted to form a sentence, but it was really more of a mix of stutters and phrases.

“Just s-sit down!” He rolled his eyes and sat back down in his chair, trying not to look at Whit, for he knew if he did, he would end up staring longer than he anticipated. He was the first person Charles ever actually wanted to make eye contact with.

Whit did as he was told and sat in a chair facing towards Charles. “So…why are you up so late?” He prodded. It looked like Charles had been sleeping at the table. Why wasn’t he sleeping in his room like a normal person?

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Charles expressed in a curt tone. “Wait- you didn’t come here to kill me, did you?” His normally stoic face looking more panicked than usual. Whit was caught off guard by this question. Quickly, he grabbed Charles’s hand in an attempt to calm him. The other man stopped in his tracks and turned slightly in Whit’s direction.

His mind was racing twice as fast as his heart, which is saying something. Hundreds of thoughts appeared in his mind. Was Whit touching his hand? Why are his so soft? What should I say? What should I do? Is he weirded out? Did I make this awkward? Am I overthinking? Probably.

“Hey, look at me. I want you to hear what I’m saying.” Charles did exactly that, releasing his hand and turning towards Whit, his face red with embarrassment.

“I’m not going to kill you. not now, not ever. I don’t care how bad this situation gets. I’m not going to hurt you or anyone else.” He wasn’t his usual joking self this time, he was serious. Like he actually meant what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve just been extremely paranoid lately.” Charles sighed, fumbling with the collar of his lab coat.

“Of course you are, any rational person would be in this situation.” His tone returned back to it’s usual cheery self. “Hey, if it would make you feel better, I’ll stay up with you. How does that sound?” Charles was taken aback by his gracious offer. He didn’t know of anyone else who would do the same for him.

“That’s awfully kind, but I’m actually starting to get kind of tired. “I suppose you could walk me back to my room if you’d like. For safety of course.” Whit wasn’t stupid. He knew Charles had a thing for him. It was honestly really cute seeing him get all flustered over the simplest compliments.

“Sure! I’m getting kinda sleepy.” Whit lied. He wasn’t tired, but he did want to walk Charles back to his room.

They strolled back to Charles’s dorm, looking back behind their shoulders every few steps to make sure no one was following.

“Ah, this one’s mine.” Charles pointed out. Whit had been glancing off into space for who knows how long, he hadn’t snapped out of it until Charles shook him by the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Must’ve conked out!” He smiled and finished up what he was going to say. “Well, see ya tomorrow Charlie! Even though it’s already tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Charles nodded his head, a couple strands falling in front of his face. Whit turned around and started to head towards his dorm until Charles brought his hand away from his mouth and called out Whit’s name quietly.

“If we ever make it out of here, would it be alright if we still kept in touch?” By the look on his face, that was probably the most nerve wracking thing he ever had to do in his life. He was expecting Whit to laugh it off or not even reply at all, but he heard something he never would have expected in a million years.

“Of course we can, but before we leave, lets get to know each other better.”

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