#HOPEFULLY MY EXPLANATION MAKES SENSE?? I'm not good with words help

[azrielbrainrot]

My Body Keeps Saying it's Yours

Rhysand x Reader

Description: Some foolish males try to seduce you and Rhysand decides to show them who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Slight Dom/Sub dynamic, Abuse of power, Darker themes (not that much but just to be safe)

Word Count: 4304

Notes: This is just smut, couldn't get Rhys off my mind and this happened. Also I'm terrible with titles I'm so sorry. Enjoy!

You were making your way to your husband's office slowly. It wasn't that unusual for Rhys to ask you to come to his office in the middle of the day, you've shown up out of the blue so many times, for reasons as simple as finding a nice place for a nap or for a quickie on his desk, but something about the tone of his voice has you a bit nervous to find out what he's up to today.

Your suspicions are proven true when you open the door to find two males sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office, tied up in chains and, from the looks of it, under some sort of silencing spell, as they kept opening and closing their mouths to no avail, not being able to make a single sound. Their eyes were open wide in fear, almost begging you with their expression to help them.

You look back to your husband for an explanation but you find him sitting at his desk with a serene smile on his face, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. After a few moments of seeing you frozen in the middle of the office looking between the sofa and him, Rhys finally gets up, walking around his desk to stand in front of you.

“Welcome, my love.” He bends down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, still acting like this is a completely normal occurrence. At this proximity, you can, however, make out a glint in his violet eyes, one you know too well, one that promises trouble.

“What are they doing here, Rhys?” He merely keeps smiling down at you, running his thumb over your plush bottom lip. “What's going on?”

“I've never thought of myself as particularly lenient,” he starts with a sigh and traces a path down your jaw to the column of your throat, then wraps his hand fully around your neck, not pressing down, just holding you possessively, “but it seems some people still need to be reminded not to covet my things.” The new information has you frowning, looking back at the tied up males to try to make sense of it. “We're going to show them exactly who you belong to, darling.”

You remember now. These two males were invited to a banquet up in the House of Wind last weekend, just like so many of the more notable merchants in Velaris were. The economy in the city was thriving and Rhys thought it would be a good idea to celebrate the fae working hard to make that happen. The party lasted almost all night, which was to be expected in Velaris. Towards the end of the night, while Rhys followed through with his duties and entertained everyone in the room, you sneaked off to a quieter place for a moment to unwind. Azriel had sneaked off hours ago so you decided it was only fair that you got a break as well.

Unfortunately, two males, the ones present, had gotten too drunk or were just incredibly dumb and decided it was a good idea to try to seduce you, their High Lord's wife, in his own house. You tried not to cause a scene at the time, only slapping one of them and leaving Cassian to throw them out, but when you got back to the party, Rhys had immediately knocked at your mental walls to see what happened. You managed to convince him not to ruin the night for everyone and calm him down, showing him they hadn't actually done anything besides a few crude remarks.

Later that night, he had made it up to you, even apologizing for letting this happen. Of course you told him it wasn't his fault but you should have known your scheming High Lord wouldn't leave things at that. With a sigh you open your mind to him so hopefully he can show you what's going through his.

Do you trust me, darling? You'd be offended he even had to ask if you weren't so apprehensive about this situation. Every time you think you have a good read on his thoughts, he surprises you.

With anything. His answering smirk almost has you wishing to take the words back. He leans back against the edge of the desk, never breaking eye contact, and pulls you with him by your waist. Dropping a soft kiss to your lips, a kiss you know the meaning of too well. It's a reminder of sorts, of how much he loves you.

Your eyes move from his to the cowering males still tied up on the sofa. You have a feeling you know what he's about to do, what he wants to show them but you've never had an audience before. You can't help the anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

Do you want me to stop? You bite your lip and look back at him. You've never really thought about the possibility of anyone watching you in such a compromising position, but you don't think you're opposed to it at all. They won't do anything more than watch and you know Rhys will fix this if it all goes wrong anyway, one way or another.

No.

The look on his face as he leans down to kiss you again should be illegal, satisfaction and anticipation glowing beautifully on his features. This time there's nothing chaste about the kiss, it's nothing short of passionate. He's unhurried in his movements, letting himself taste you properly. I need you to be good for me now.

Breaking away from the consuming kiss, Rhys pushes you off him carefully to pick up one of the chairs by his desk. He carries it to the middle of the room and sets it back down so the confused males have a great view of it, sitting on it with spread legs, like a king on his throne.

He looks over to where you're standing and holds out a hand, you take it without hesitation, letting him guide you until you're standing in between his legs, with your back to them. You look down to his lap, taking notice of the bulge already waiting for you. He holds onto your waist to get your attention back on him.

“Take everything off first, my love.” You'd probably jump off the window to your left if he asked it in that tone of voice of his. You kick your shoes off first, slowly, while looking straight into his eyes. You know he has the power in this situation but you can't help but tease him at least a little, it'd be no fun if you just followed his every word blindly. He raises an eyebrow at the delay but he knows you too well, knows you don't really mean it.

The simple black dress drops to the floor soon after, leaving you only in your violet lacy panties. He seemed pleased at your choice, reaching out a hand to run his fingers over the hem of your undergarments. You thought he would be when you bought them, you just never imagined anyone else would see them. You suppose they help the point he's trying to make - a happy coincidence.

“I said everything.” You hook both your thumbs on each side of the panties and drag them down your legs slowly, making a show of bending down, letting your chest fall right into his line of sight. As you hear a gasp behind you, you remember they're also getting a show. The thought has you wanting to play into Rhys' idea even more, show them you'd never think of letting them touch you.

“Should I throw this at them?” You taunt as you dangle the piece of fabric from your index finger.

“No,” he reaches out for it and puts it in his pocket, “They don't get to smell how wet you are for me.” His words make you realize that you can't smell them at all, Rhys put up a shield between you. The possessive bastard.

“What will you have me do now, High Lord?” You know all too well exactly what he wants. Still, hearing him order you through it sounds delicious.

“On your knees, darling,” his smirk deepens when you obey immediately, “Take me out. Show them what you can do to me.”

You can see the imprint of his throbbing cock through his trousers. Not being able to resist playing with him a little you gather your hair to one side of your face and look up at him with doe eyes before leaning down to lick his erection through his pants, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the tip.

He hisses and grabs onto your hair, pulling your head away to look into your eyes. A warning. You try to fight your smile by biting your lip. You love when he gives you warnings.

Luckily for him, you can't wait to feel him in your mouth. You're also committed to showing the disrespectful males what they won't ever be deserving of. Reaching out for his trousers, you make quick work of the buttons holding them close. Pulling them and his underwear down enough to let his cock slap back to his stomach, looking painfully hard and absolutely delicious.

You grab onto it, feeling its familiar weight in your hand before wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around, tasting him. You pull back just to hear him growl and lick up a stripe up his length with a smile. Gods, he's going to wreck you tonight.

Taking him back into your mouth, you start taking as much of him as you can, getting lower with each bob of your head, sucking harder, tightening your hand at the base, just the way you know he likes. His hand tangles back in your hair, softer now. Almost petting your head and caressing your cheek tenderly as he watches you.

“Just like that,” he moans out, “Isn't she absolutely breathtaking?” His heavy lidded gaze moves from the exquisite view of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock to the sorry excuses of males that dared to think they could take you from him. “Such a shame you won't ever get to feel her perfect mouth on you. Let me tell you, boys,” his gaze moves back to you, knowing the praise will get to your head, “It feels like heaven, hell and everything in between.”

You take him deeper in response, determined to get everything into your mouth. He rakes his fingers through your scalp and throws his head back in a breathless moan, letting himself get lost in the pleasure, forgetting the show momentarily. His hips start thrusting into your mouth, slowly at first to let you get adjusted but, when it's clear you can take it, he holds onto your hair tighter and takes over, fucking your throat with slow, deep thrusts.

You start to feel your arousal dripping down to your thighs. It seems you enjoy the spectators more than you thought you would, you don't remember the last time you were this wet without even being touched. Reaching a hand down your body, you gather some of your slick and bring it up, circling your clit in small motions, taking some of the edge off, moaning softly.

“Sucking my cock got you that needy?” He can try to tease you as much as he can but you can tell his voice is strained, he's getting close. Being watched is getting to him too, but it's the confirming moan you let out around his cock and whatever picture he finds in your open mind that has him moaning out your name and speeding up, uncaring of the slight choking noises erupting from you, cumming down your throat not long after.

He keeps thrusting into you slowly as he rides his orgasm out, mumbling mindless praise while stroking your head. After a few moments, he pulls you gently away from his sensitive cock and coos at you when you swallow the last bits of his cum without him even having to ask.

Rhys pulls you up and gives you a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You wince slightly into his mouth as you take your likely bruised knees off the floor, moving up higher to sit across his lap so you can reach him better. Never breaking the passionate kiss, he starts caressing your sore knees, making you moan in contentment.

You're both lost in your own little world for a while, tasting and touching each other, but it seems like he remembered what you were there to do because he pulls away from you, smirking at the wrecked look on your face and the string of saliva connecting both your lips. You move back to suck his bottom lip into your mouth, licking the string connecting you away, drawing a breathless moan from his lips.

“We're being rude to our guests,” he says as he holds your hand up to his face, the still damp hand you had used to play with yourself before, and sucks the fingers into his mouth, moaning around them at your taste.

“You were the one who invited them.” As his tongue swirls around your digits, you can only think of the mind shattering pleasure he can bring you with that tongue. Your guests could keep watching or take a dive out the window for all you cared.

“And I promised them a show.” He takes your hand out of his mouth to speak and it brings a pout to your lips. It seems you won't get to feel his skilled mouth today. Later. You smile victoriously at the reassurance. So spoiled. That's your fault.

He smiles fondly at you before turning you around in his lap, leaning you back into his chest and spreading your legs over his, making you face said guests. Your eyes widen a bit at what you see, you hadn't looked their way since before you even took your clothes off. Being able to see them, with their faces morphed into awe and horror, and a noticeable bulge on their pants has a tiny glint of fear spark in your body.

Rhysand moves to reassure you as soon as he feels you tense, stroking your body tenderly and kissing your neck, whispering into your ear, “I'm right here.” You relax almost instantly, you don't have to worry about the consequences when you're with him. He wouldn't let either of them hurt you or even get close to you. “Let me take care of you.” You nod and relax further into him, letting him take over.

You let yourself wonder what you must look like in the males' eyes, spread over their High Lord, completely naked while he was fully clothed in his dark suit. One of his hands moves to rest on your stomach and the other grabs one of your legs, spreading them open even more so your guests can have a good look at your wet cunt, all for him.

“Having the privilege of watching is one you don't deserve,” he drops your leg, moving it over his so you can't close them even you wanted to, “But since you were brave enough to try to make a move on my wife,” he drags his hand from your stomach straight to where you need him most, playing around with the wetness, making you drop your head back into him with a soft moan, “It's only fair I show you exactly why you're not worthy of her.” Hearing him use his High Lord voice while he's taking care of you is making you tingly in all sorts of places.

After coating his fingers in your wetness, cursing softly at the amount he finds, he starts rubbing slow circles around your clit, just as you had done before. Letting you melt into him and become more malleable with each stroke.

“Do you hear that?” You open your eyes, not sure if he's talking to you or them but you get your answer when you see them nod with a terrified look on their faces. Seems like your husband got inside their minds. “That's all for me. All of this,” he pulls his hand away to show them the wetness clinging to his skin, connecting him to your pussy, “is mine.” You nudge your hips up, reminding him to keep giving you the attention you deserve after you did such a good job for him. He complies with a chuckle.

He speeds up his pace and moves one hand up to play with your nipples, teasing them just as he knows you like. When he starts tracing your neck with sloppy, open mouth kisses, biting you softly every so often, you realize he wants you to cum fast. You almost forgot he was trying to prove a point.

Your hips start chasing his hand, greedily wanting more. As you're moving back and forth, you can feel him already hard and ready for you again. This makes you moan louder and sink your nails into anything you can reach, one of those things being his arm.

“Want me to stop?” He purrs into your ear, slowing down slightly, pulling a growl out of you.

“Don't you dare.” You stab your nails deeper into his skin, smelling blood.

He just chuckles and picks back up the pace. Looking up to watch your guests squirming in their seats and, you assume, to fuck with their minds further. He widens his legs more, taking yours with his, baring you even more to them.

“I'm going to make her cum now,” you let out something between a whimper and a plea, “And when she does, I need you to hear exactly whose name she'll moan.”

True to his word, he speeds up again, touching you exactly how you need him to. You're really getting close, your moans start getting louder, a mix of his name and please escaping your parted lips, until the knot getting impossibly tighter breaks, washing you away in waves of ecstasy, pulling you under until you can't breathe.

It doesn't take you as long to come to, you weren't completely satisfied after all, he was intentionally neglecting your fluttering entrance. When you do, you notice he has moved his hand to cup your cunt. You almost think it's a way to cover you after the show is over but, as you notice the glint in his eyes as he's staring them on, you know it's a way to mark his claim even more.

“Rhysand.” You've played his game and you know the poor idiots more than got the message. You want him now.

“Tell me, darling.” He looks back to you, moving to kiss your neck, biting at the already fading marks he left earlier.

“Want you to fuck me.” He hums, still sucking around your neck, not giving you any indication that he'll follow through with your request.

“We have company.” What an infuriating time to start caring about the males sitting across from you.

“I don't care.” It seems like that was the answer he was looking for since he immediately turns you around and kisses you deeply. You can feel all the self control he was holding onto break as his kiss gets sloppier, more desperate. He stands up, lifting you up with him and walks to his desk, setting you down on the dark wood, devouring your mouth all the while. The room feels different around you and you don't have to look to know he let his power run untamed.

Urgency starts spreading inside you with each stroke of his tongue, moving to all but rip his clothes off him, needing to feel his body against your own, as close as physically possible. He breaks away from your mouth in favor of trailing kisses all over your chest, biting down on your nipples until you grab his hair and bring him back up to crash your lips against his once again.

You let your hand wander down his torso, running your nails just hard enough to leave red marks in their wake. Wasting no time, you grab onto his cock, giving him a few strokes so you can hear him moan into your mouth.

He pushes you down gently onto the desk, laying you down with no care for the important documents still scattered around it. He breathes out a curse as he holds onto your hips and watches your body sprawled before him, he knows he'll never tire of the sight. You take notice of the darkness that set itself in the room, you probably wouldn't even be able to see your guests through it. Not that you'd look away from him for anything right now.

Ever the tease, Rhys starts swirling the leaking head of his cock around your clit, playing with you before giving you what you want. He does this enough times that you were just about to snarl at him, but then he finally circles your entrance, pushing the head in slowly and bottoming out soon after, not being able to resist your sweet warmth.

The pace he sets is messy but you still try to meet him in his thrusts, you're both desperate, having only one thing in your minds. The hold he has on your hips is sure to bruise but he doesn't let up, and you keep begging him not to stop. You try to hold onto the desk, pushing some things to the floor, trying to keep a hold on your sanity as well. Your legs wrap around him, your body urging him to keep going. Not that he would ever dream of stopping.

You feel your orgasm reaching for you fast, screaming out his name in warning. He moves one hand to play with your clit once again, and it doesn't even take two thrusts before you're exploding around him. Your mind goes blank behind your eyes and you barely feel him cumming right after you, filling you up.

This time it takes you both longer to come back down to the world of the living. Mind blowing pleasure still teasing at every one of your nerve endings, your legs still shaking softly. You run your hand over your face before opening your eyes to catch him already staring down at you. He looks absolutely ruined. His hair is messy from both his hands and yours running through the dark locks, there were red marks all over his torso, down his hips and his arms, your marks. You don't have to see yourself to know you match his satiated expression.

Rhys helps you sit back up on the desk, wincing at the papers stuck to you and picking them off with a smile. Your muscles feel like soup but you still find the strength to hug him to you, leaving little kisses everywhere you can reach. You can't help but bite down on his collarbone when he pulls his spent cock out of you gently, burning with oversensitivity. He drops a kiss on your shoulder as an apology, wrapping one arm around you as well.

You're extremely uncomfortable sitting on the desk, you're probably ruining said desk with the cum dripping out of you too, but you refuse to move away from him. As you lean your head on his chest, almost purring at the way he's caressing your back, you look over to the tied up males, noticing they were unconscious.

“They've already seen enough,” he explains when he catches you looking. You simply hum in response, at this point you don't care if they also see you fuck him or hug him. It won't matter either way.

“You'll make them forget about it?” Your voice is scratchy from all the abuse your throat just endured, you could still feel him when you swallowed.

“Of course,” he nuzzles your hair, “Wouldn't want them to remember how beautiful you are with my cock in your mouth or screaming my name in pure pleasure.” The reminder has your thighs clenching. Gods, this male makes you insatiable.

“Was that all for nothing then?” You move back enough to look into his eyes, not resisting giving him a soft kiss.

“Not for nothing,” he pecks your lips again before giving you an impish grin. “Do you realize how hard you just came?” Your body somehow still has the energy to blush a little at his words.

“That's not what I meant.” You roll your eyes slowly, pouting a little. If he makes them forget about this whole situation, they won't learn their lesson. You hope they're not dumb enough to try hitting on you twice but if they did there was nothing you could do to save them from spending the rest of their days in Azriel's dungeons, you probably wouldn't even want to try to help them.

“I'll leave some of our previous talk intact. They can't forget who you belong to.” He looks over to the males with a serious look on his face, seems he's still on the fence about letting them go so easily. Being High Lord must be hard sometimes, having to be the voice of reason. “I'll let them remember how easily I could toy with their minds and have them think the rest was a nightmare.”

“And you're not worried about what your people would think if they knew how mean you can be?” You wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him closer, always needing him closer.

“As long as you still love me, darling,” he kisses your forehead before leaning back to smile down at you, “I don't care what anyone else thinks of me.”

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Three}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Warning: Very ooc Lucifer (I made the first few chapters before the series came out)

"Redemption?" I wonder aloud. "Yes! This is my hotel, and here, me and my staff help sinners better themselves for a chance of being redeemed!" Charlie says enthusiastically. But it didn't make much sense to me. Why would sinners care about being redeemed? Could they even be redeemed?

That sounded impossible, unheard of even. But held my tongue, clearly this was a passion project of hers. I wouldn't want to spit on her dreams.

"How...nice." I say with a smile. "But may I ask why you would do all this?" Charlie's eyes lit up at the thought of me being interested in knowing more.

"I believe that everyone deserves a second chance to be good. Everyone has good in them, even if they don't believe they do. And I think, with a little help, we can shape them into the best versions of themselves as they can be. Then they can get into heaven after all their hard work on improving."

I almost couldn't believe the words coming from her. She seemed so kind, so, not demon-ish at all! I couldn't help but wish her luck. She really believed that the sinners and demons of hell could be better people. In some ways, I agreed. I do believe people can change and be better. But, a lot of those creatures out there were here for a reason.

"So, are you here to check in?" Charlie asks me. "Uh, I-" I was cut off by Alastor. "Why yes, she is!" I shot a concerned glance at him. "Wonderful!" Charlie claps excitedly. "Come on, I'll give you a tour and introduce you to everyone!" Before I could protest, Charlie grabbed my hand and began walking.

Before she left with me she turned to Alastor. "I'll be back to help. We mainly just need to fix the place up from our last extermination." Alastor nods his head. "Of course my dear. Take your time." Charlie gives him a thumbs up before walking me away.

What was Alastor up to? Charlie showed me different areas of the hotel, and even introduced me to the staff and guests. First I met Vaggie, who turned out to be Charlie's girlfriend. She was pretty abrasive, but Charlie told me it wasn't anything personal towards me. Other than that, she was a fine demon and she clearly loved and cared about Charlie.

Next I met Angel Dust, a spider demon, he was uh...Something else. Smug too. I tried to keep my eyes on his and not his skimpy clothing. Apparently he was a porn star. I felt bad for him. Mainly because I was concerned for his safety. But he looked like he could handle himself, hopefully.

Then there was Nifty. She was nice, and very hyper. Excited to meet me and become friends, her singular eye looking me up and down frantically.

Before I could finish talking with her and move on to the next person, she picked some lint off of my dress. A clean freak I suppose. I said my goodbye before meeting the last person on Charlie's list. His name was Husk, a cat demon. And a rather rude demon at that.

He had no interest in meeting me or even spare a glance my way. Charlie apologized for his behavior before leading me back to the lobby.

"We can work on getting you a room shortly. I just have to make sure everything is all set first. Things got a little out of hand after the extermination. Then we had some demon attack us right after, thankfully Alastor got rid of him. In quite the horrifying way..." She laughs weakly before clearing her throat. "Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us."

I only offered a false smile and nod. "So, I've been meaning to ask." Charlie begins. "How do you know Alastor? I mean, everyone knows him, but you seemed to actually be friends with him." My mind blanked for a moment as I tried to think of a explanation. "Uh well, Alastor kind of helped me out a bad spot." That seemed to have caught Charlie's attention.

"Really? What happened? If you don't mind me asking." She asks. Darn. "Well, he...Uh, I was lost. Yeah, I got lost and, he helped me. I'm sure you know how hell is. So...dangerous and and all that." Charlie nods. "Trust me, I know." She chuckles. "Being the princess of hell, I'm aware of a lot of things that go down on a regular basis. But not everything, my dad knows way more than me." My eyes go wide for a second.

Did she just say princess of hell? Does...does that mean her father is...

There was a knock on the front doors of the hotel. "I'll get it! Excuse me for a moment Y/n." Charlie says before heading for the front door. She straightens out her suit before opening the doors. "Welcome to...Oh, hey dad." Standing before Charlie, was a demon.

But not just any demon. This demon was known by all, in heaven, hell, and earth alike.

This demon, was none other than Lucifer himself. But could that really be him? He looked nothing like how I thought he would. For one thing, he was much...shorter, than I picture him to be.

Charlie's takes after her father's looks, as he had the same pale white skin, blonde hair, and rosy cheeks to bring it all together. They even shared the same eyes. When he spoke, it only sent more surprise and confusion through me. "Charlotte! How have you been?" His voice was a higher pitch than I imagined.

Not deep and masculine, but not feminine either. Somewhere right in between. "I'm fine." Charlie says with a weak smile. "What uh, what are you doing here?" She asks carefully. "I just wanted to check on my daughter. This year's extermination was no joke! The angels were relentless, I haven't seen so much carriage in a while." Lucifer walks past her into the hotel lobby, he looked around. "So, this is the hotel you've been working on."

Charlie follows after her dad, nervously fidgeting with her hands. "Yep." Lucifer chuckles. "Adorable." He says with a shake of his head. Suddenly his gaze fell onto me and I froze in place. "A new guest of yours?" Lucifer glances at his daughter for a moment. When she nods he looks back to me before approaching me. My breath was caught in my throat, my hands began to tremble.

He was but a step away from me, he looked at me with a grin. "What might your name be, little demon?" He asks. I couldn't bring myself to speak, my cowardice only seemed to have amused Lucifer. "Well? Are you going to tell me?" He smirks.

I glance over at Charlie, I don't know why, but I was hoping she could help me somehow. But she only kept her gaze on the floor, holding her arm close to her side with a nervous expression. I turn my attention back to Lucifer, who was still waiting for me to give him my name.

Finally I swallowed the large lump in my throat and speak. "Y-Y/n." I murmur. "Y/n." Lucifer repeats leaning in closer to me. His eyes bore into mine, his grin dropping slightly. "Strange..." He narrows his eyes. Suddenly Alastor's voice caught our attention.

"Lucifer, my good fellow! I had no idea you would be stopping by!" Lucifer looks over his shoulder before his grin returns to his face. "Alastor. Always a pleasure." He thankfully moves away from me and towards Alastor.

I could finally breath normally again, my heart wouldn't calm down as it thumped harshly against my chest. "I thought I might pay this place a visit. After all, it means so much to my daughter." He was far shorter than Alastor. Though, Alastor kept his same respectful demeanor when talking to Lucifer.

"Of course." Alastor nods. "It's quite the hotel. Very...Unique." Lucifer laughs at that. "You're right about that my good man."

Lucifer glances back at me as still talks with Alastor. "I thought this place would be in shambles after that extermination. Turns out my daughter can fend for herself after all." Charlie's expression fell at his words. "Anyhow. I should be on my way. Lots of work to be done, and business to attend to." He walks past Alastor and back towards the hotel entrance. "Oh, I almost forgot." He stops just before the door.

"Alastor? You haven't seen anything out of the ordinary lately have you? I ask because I know how attentive you are when it comes to anything new and unusual."

"Hm. Afraid not. Why? Has something occurred that I should know about?" Alastor asks. Lucifer shrugs. "I can't be sure. But I could have sworn I saw something quite strange fall from the sky early this morning." I noticed that Alastor's smile tightened slightly. "A new sinner?" He asks.

"Perhaps. Though, I've yet to see a sinner with such unordinary wings." Lucifer said lowly. My heart dropped down to the pit of my stomach. "But then again, I am so very overworked." He sighs. "Must have been my imagination."

"Maybe so." Alastor says calmly. Lucifer's smile turned sinister. "I'll be seeing you around, Alastor." He says before stepping out and closing the door behind him. I stare at the door unblinking, my hands trembling.

I look over at Alastor, despite his smile, I could tell he was upset. I would have asked if he was alright, but Charlie walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry about that." She sighs. "I didn't know my dad would ever come here. He's never been interested in my project, I guess I shouldn't have let my guard down. Are you alright?" She asks me.

I nod my head. "I-I'm ok." Charlie offers me a small smile before taking my hand. "Let's get you to your room. You can relax for a bit."

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[akiology]

hello! i adire your writing style, it brings a smile to my face 🩷

i was wondering if i could rq a yusuke x reader one-shot? i honestly don't mind any prompt, just the fluffiest thing you can think of when it comes to the guy.

thank you, and i hope you're doing well! — 🎀

Love, Love, Love || Yusuke Kitagawa x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Summary: Yusuke reminisces on the beginning of your relationship. Note: I'm sorry this took so long, sweetheart! I am gonna be honest with you, Yusuke is my absolute favorite so I was really happy when I got this ask! But then the perfectionist in me came out since this IS Yusuke.... I had around 3 drafts until I settled on this one... Hopefully you like it!

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. There was no need for it, honestly. This does not mean he does not experience love, he absolutely does. His love for the arts, and life. He looks out to the crowd and thinks that everyone has backstory, or a page in their book that they cannot tell. He thinks that humanity, despite all their flaws and vices, are inspiring. With hope there is desire, one of the things he learned as a Phantom Thief.

Of course, not every person is ‘good’. But he can understand that with beauty comes vice. And that people are not necessarily evil, there are just those that had difficult circumstances. And then there are those who merely succumbed without trying to do any better.

Yusuke has experienced love, both for his craft and for his fellow Phantom Thieves. Whenever he looks at the Sayuri, he feels the love he has for his mother, and the love his mother had for him. When he looks out at the world, he feels empathy and understanding for their individual experiences. But whether he has experienced love for another, in the romantic sense, is something he cannot answer. 

Until now.

He looks behind his canvas, and he sees you preparing him a meal. You were currently playing your favorite music in a low volume, and slightly dancing to the beat. Your hair was in a disarray, but he did not care in the slightest. Yusuke absolutely loves and adores you. He holds his hands up, jutting out his pointer fingers and thumbs, ‘framing’ you.

You were, and still is, his favorite inspiration.

He thinks back to the first time he met you, it was a chance encounter. He was hanging by the underground walkway of the Shibuya train station, people-watching just before he got home. He was looking for inspiration, but today the gods seem to be playful and are preventing him from making the masterpiece he wishes to create.

He sighed deeply, and was about to put his sketchpad back into his bag, when he suddenly felt the weight of another person in his side and dropped his materials. He was able to balance his weight before he could fall face-first onto the earth. You, however, were not as fortunate.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he crouched down to help you up on your feet. You stood up with his help, trying to get your bearings.

"Y-yeah..." you finally answered, and Yusuke gathered his sketchpad and pencil. When he stood up again, you apologized to him.

He was about to accept your apology and tell you to be more careful next time, but when your eyes met his words got stuck in his throat.

You were breathtaking.

And he swears that if he looked into your eyes, he would get lost in it.

You seemed to take his silence the wrong way, and you started fidgeting while offering more apologies. Yusuke finally cleared his throat, "May I paint you?"

It was out of place, and Yusuke quickly explained his situation. He briefly remembers what happened with Ann, and he wished not to come off as a pervert. It seems his explanation was sufficient, and you agreed. Sadly you were busy today, so you exchanged numbers for next time.

The next time you meet each other, it was during the afternoon, on a Sunday in Inokashira Park. The sun was a little forgiving, and along with the shade of the trees it gave off a cool and peaceful vibe. The birds sang a tune, and for a moment it felt like you were in a movie as you leaned against the railings.

Yusuke, on the other hand, is stuck between getting his sketchpad from his bag or looking at you a little while longer.

When you finally turned to look at him, he was snapped out of his thoughts and decided to take out his materials.

“Um, so… how should I pose?”

Yusuke contemplated for a moment, and at that exact moment you tilted your head a bit and the sun hit your face just right. You were ethereal, as if he was looking at a painting.

“Face towards the river, but position your head to the side. Put both your hands on the railing on both sides,” Yusuke instructed, and sat on a nearby bench to get started. For a while, no words were exchanged between the two of you. The chirping of the birds, the light sway of the trees with the gust of wind, the faraway conversations, and the sound of charcoal against paper was all that could be heard. It feels oddly comforting.

You look to your side, trying to stay still as much as possible. You see Yusuke, who would glance at you every once in a while. Some stray hair has fallen over his face. You think for a second that if he weren’t the artist, he would be the one that was being drawn. He is very beautiful.

You think back on a few days ago, your first encounter. You honestly do not know why you easily agreed to being his model, perhaps because he has this air around him? Like, he is not capable of lying, or any malicious actions. It sounds a bit naive, but it feels like you could trust him, with your life even.

After holding the pose for five minutes, you start feeling restive. You did not know what to do, would he get mad if you asked for a break?

As if on cue, you hear him clearing his throat, “Let us take a break,” he says. You internally did a sigh of relief. You stretched and wiggled your fingers, then proceeded to sit beside him albeit with a little bit of space in between the both of you.

He was quiet, but not in a brooding or anti-social way. More like an observer, who is appreciating the scenery in front of him. You decided to start a conversation to get to know him more.

“So, Yusuke, was it? Which school do you attend?”

“Kosei High School,” he briefly says, then adjusted so he could slightly face you. “How about you?”

You answer, and the both of you talk for a while. He talks about how Sayuri inspired him to want to make an art piece just like it. He also talks about how he seeks to capture the sense of beauty it portrays, and how he wishes he could encapsulate how much it inspired him and in a sense, evoke the same feeling in others.

You find yourself admiring him while he speaks. His voice holds your attention, and if he were to say even the most boring things, you just might listen.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt something wet touch your cheek. And then another, and another. Yusuke looks up and grabs your wrist, “Let us take cover.”

You entered a nearby store, taking cover from the sudden rain. Yusuke felt a little disappointed at this outcome, but at least the both of you were able to find shelter right away.

“I apologize for this,” Yusuke says. You were confused. “I have been known to bring rain,” he says lightheartedly.

You smile and shake your head. “No biggie. Although this puts an early end to your drawing.”

“That’s true. May I see you again?”

You blushed. He did not mean it that way, but hearing him say that feels like you were in a teen fiction, “Sure!”

After a while, Yusuke was able to finish his drawing. He got high marks on it, and told you all about it. Even after its completion, you and Yusuke remain in touch. You would each greet each other at the start of the day and end the day with a ‘good night’ from each other. And every Sunday, you would meet up at Inokashira Park, catching up while people-watching. Almost like an unspoken tradition between the both of you.

One Sunday, you were telling Yusuke a funny story that occurred to you recently and you cannot help but feel uneasy as his eyes were trained on you. He was paying close attention, and he never looked away as you told your story. 

“Don’t look at me like that… “ You bring your hand up to your face, hoping to cover up your red-tinted cheeks.

Yusuke tilted his head a bit, “Hm? Like what?”

“I don’t know… like that,” you struggle to explain, and Yusuke’s eyes are on you again. It feels like he could see the deepest parts of you, the parts of you that you hide away, “THAT. Like how you are looking at me right now, and.. while I was telling my story… If you keep doing that, I might think I’m beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he answers with no hesitation.

You feel your cheeks flaring up, and you turn away to calm yourself. “Th-thank you…”

“Yusuke! Food is ready!” He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you calling out to him. He was back in the present time, in front of his canvas. He shakes his head, and puts back his brush on the table beside him. He stood up and stretched.

As you are preparing the table, you feel Yusuke’s weight on your back and his arms around you. “Hello darling.”

“Hi Yusuke,” you giggled.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheeks, and another behind your ear, and another on your jawline, and finally stopping on your shoulder. “I love you,” he says with so much weight and sincerity.

“I love you too. Will you help me set the table?” 

He proceeds to grab the plates, and helps in putting the food down. When you both finish, you give Yusuke a quick kiss. He smiled, and grabbed one of your hands to place on his shoulder. He holds the other, and situated his free hand behind your back. He starts humming a tune, and leads your feet to the beat.

You chuckled, “What has gotten to you today?”

Yusuke smiled, “I simply enjoy my time with you. I am at my happiest when I am with you.” You place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Yusuke felt like his heart was thrashing against his ribs.

“I feel the same way.”

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. That is, until he met you.

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Ghosts aren't real - Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Summary: You never really believed in ghosts, but after the weirdness of the past few days you're starting to. On Halloween night, after a shift at the Hard Deck, you talk about it and Bob offers to come home with you, willing to find a logical explanation or catch whatever is haunting you.

A/N: I've been slightly blessed with writer's block, yet somehow got the idea for this fic and wrote it in just over a day 🥴 Hopefully I'll get the other's I'm working on out soon, but for now here is this little Halloween treat 🎃 (It's not also so late it's technically not Halloween anymore where I am but shhh) I wish Rhett occasionally wore glasses 'cause it would make the gif fit more but uugh, I guess it will do

Words: 6k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

You felt like you were going crazy. 

Your doorbell ringing with no one in sight, the tv turning on and off even when you were nowhere close to the remote, the motion sensor outside turning on when no one was there. And it didn’t help that all of this was happening in the week leading up to Halloween, the pumpkin and skeleton decorations only adding to your weariness. 

Luckily nothing seemed to happen in the night, only in the hours that lead to it, leaving you to sleep somewhat peacefully. Still, getting home from work each evening left you with a sense of… not quite dread, but something along those lines.

You had talked about it at the Hard Deck before everything started happening, which only made this feel like a wicked joke from the universe or a ghost that had taken you as its victim after your talk with them.

”Didn’t sleep?” Hangman asked you, leaning over the counter as you prepared their usual order.  You smiled when you opened Bob’s lemonade, still finding it cute how he never drank alcohol and always opted for the citrusy drink. “Watched a horror film last night.” You explained with a sigh, “I’m not usually afraid, but I kept feeling like I’d open my eyes to find a ghost staring at me.”  You laughed along when he did, rolling your eyes when he slapped a hand over his thigh, still laughing. “Scared of ghosts?” He asked, making you shake your head in answer as you placed the last bottle on the tray. “Not quite. Ghosts aren’t real.” You explained with a chuckle, as if it was obvious, “But after a horror film it’s easy to forget about my lack of belief.”  He smirked, playfully saluting you before heading back to the pool table, handing everyone their drink and taking hold of a cue stick, challenging whoever dared play against him, Coyote not backing out but accepting the challenge, smirking back at him.  Bob turned to look at you, raising his drink your way with a smile that you returned, loving that he always thanked you, even if Hangman was the one bringing him his drink and this was, after all, part of your job.

A few days after that, things started happening. First it was small things, the gust of wind past your window sounding a little too loud, the scrape of wood against the glass sounding like fingernails, all things that were only scary because of the connections your mind decided to make, but then the tv started turning on and off and the lights outside turning on when no one was even near your porch.

It wasn’t extreme, wouldn’t happen more than once or twice a night, but it started making you wonder, the spooky season only adding to it, with its great selection of horror films each night, amazing both for the entertainment of them and for plaguing your mind with the wonder of what could be haunting your home.

It was Monday morning, and as you looked in the mirror you did everything you could do to make you look less tired and more pretty, doing a simple Halloween makeup for the day, happy that your shift didn’t start until three, ending at nine and leaving you to spend the last hours of the night with your favorite squad, looking forward to teasing Hangman and Rooster and gossip with Phoenix, maybe talk a little to Fanboy or Bob.  Penny had prepared a small witch hat clip you could clip on your head, so you chose a cute black dress, simple black tights and your favorite black boots, looking badass enough to kick whatever ghost was haunting you while also looking pretty enough to maybe find the courage to flirt a little with your lemonade-drinking crush.

Time to leave rolled by quickly enough, and glancing in the mirror you smiled at the reflection, loving the outfit and having worn it as it was on many occasions, but the little witch hat waiting for you at the Hard Deck definitely the perfect choice to elevate the look.

“You look great!” Penny exclaimed when you walked in, twirling when she saw you walking in to show you her own outfit, the dark red dress fitting her perfectly and the little horns she wore to match completing the look. “Look at you!” You smiled, holding a hand out to squeeze her shoulder, “Mav’s going to lose his mind.” You joked, nudging her softly. The look she sent your way made you laugh, and when she patted your shoulder you smiled, lowering your head so she could clip the little hat in place, leaving it resting comfortably on one side of your head. You glanced at the reflection in the mirror, loving the little addition, handmade by Penny the day before.  “So,” she started explaining, pointing around the different parts of the bar, “decorations are sort of put up, we have to add a few more by the pool tables, near the darts, but only what won’t be ruined by whoever has bad aim, and down on the porch.”  You nodded, getting to work with the decorations, one of your favorite parts of the holiday, the little skeletons and pumpkins and spiders, a good mix between cute and creepy as you hung them and placed them around the space. It would all look tied in together when the sun would set, leaving the candles and fairy lights to set the mood. 

You and Penny ended up chatting for most of the afternoon, the first few clients walking in around the time the sun set, some of them complimenting the decorations, others pretending to be spooked, giving the two of you a thumbs up.  “You’re on until 9pm, then you can go with your sailors.” Penny said with a playful glance once the few orders had been taken care of, reminding you about the deal you and her had for Halloween, knowing how much you enjoyed it and wanting you to have fun while still working, since you had insisted. She also knew about your little crush and teased you relentlessly for it, always urging you to do something about it because of how cute you and Bob would look together.  “Yeah, yeah.” You muttered, turning over to prepare a pint for an old regular, a retired man by now but a good pilot years ago, his years of service shown by the wrinkles on his face and the badges that still adorned his jacket. “Here you go, Paul.” You said softly, handing him his drink.

“Well, well, well. You clean up nicely.” Hangman said loudly the second he walked in, interrupting your small talk with Paul as Coyote, Phoenix and Bob followed behind him, all of them looking you up and down with a smile. You always got along with Hangman, always answering back and never backing down, telling him when he was being a jerk and ringing the bell on him when he was being nothing but annoying.  “Why, thank you, Bagman, and what are you supposed to be?” You asked, leaning over the counter and smirking, the fangs in his mouth, pale skin, exposed veins and bloodied shirt giving a pretty clear idea. “Yeah, he’s original as always.” Spoke Phoenix from behind him, slipping ahead and sitting on one of the free bar stools, placing a little Frankenstein’s Monster plushie on the counter. “You’re one to speak, Doctor.” Hangman scoffed, clearly not having noticed the plushie. “It’s Frankenstein.” She said, rolling her eyes and smiling at you when you placed her drink in front of her, not needing her to order anymore, knowing her choices by now. “Why don’t you have the scar and green skin then?” He asked, as if she was the one in the wrong, still oblivious. “Frankenstein’s the doctor.” You and Bob both said in unison, making Phoenix smirk up at you, another person that had figured out your not-so-secret crush. “Which, arguably, the real monster.” Bob added, knowing that the small freckles drawn on his cheeks were doing nothing to hide his blush. “Good observation, Milo.” You smiled his way, handing him his lemonade.

You loved his costume, not far from his usual attire, wearing a beige tank top and khaki green pants, the easiest clue as to who he was dressed as being the round frames resting on his nose and his hair parted in the middle, always having loved Milo as a character.  His mouth fell open, a silent oh slipping from his lips that only made his blush darken, earning a chuckle from Coyote, his makeup matching Hangman’s, with the only addition of a bite mark on his neck. “He didn’t think anyone would get who he was.” Coyote explained, raising his drink your way in a silent cheer.  “Yeah, I mean who the hell knows about Milo?” Hangman asked, practically draping himself over the stool. “Clearly not you, you didn’t even know about Frankenstein.” You joked, earning a scoff from the blond aviator. “What’s up with your neck?” You then asked Coyote, looking at him instead of granting Hangman more than a glance as you pointed at the two little bite marks, odd on a vampire.  “I can answer this one.” Hangman proudly announced, sitting up straight. “The one thing he knows.” Bob muttered, his voice low enough for you to hear.

No one else seemed to, anyway, making your laughter seem out of place, yet Bob seemed to appreciate it, always loving when he got you to smile or laugh, a personal accomplishment he carried close to his heart. “We decided that I’d clearly be the first one to turn into a vampire, being the jock and all, but as a vampire I’d definitely turn Coyote with me. He’s my best friend, if I’m living forever, he’s suffering along.” He said, landing a loud smack on Coyote’s arm, the other man looking like he was ready to fight back. “I’m kinda surprised to see how much thought went into that, Count Bagman.” You bowed lightly, hoping he’d get at least this reference. He chuckled, tilting his head to the side and smirking as he always did, pointing to the pool tables. “Count Hangman has to show these people how to get beaten by him at pool, will you join us later?”  “Yep. Shift finishes at nine, so I’ll be there around then.” You replied, checking that no other clients needed a refill or wanted to order. “Pretty good. See you in a few hours then!” Phoenix said with a smile, walking her way to the pool table and standing on one end, rolling the sleeves of her white coat up. She looked effortlessly cool, the black dress under the coat suiting her perfectly, and the fishnets were a fun touch, making her look the coolest out of the group of monsters and ghouls that were sitting around the table. “I’ll see you later.” Added Bob softly, giving you a little nod as he made his way to join her, smiling when he heard you shout a see you later, Milo! his way. 

Nine pm rolled by quickly, making you sigh in relief when you sat by Nat’s side, joining the conversation effortlessly as you sipped on your drink. It hadn’t been a long shift per se, the bigger part of the work starting an hour before your shift ended, but you were glad to be on the other side of the counter and surrounded by your friends, finally catching up to their stories once more. “So,” Nat spoke after finishing her conversation with Fanboy, leaning more into your side, “Gonna talk to Bob?” “What?” You asked, never having mentioned that you would, too scared of ruining the perfectly great friendship you had built to risk it. “Oh, c’mon. You’ve both been staring at each other all night, and he couldn’t help but keep that blush on his cheeks after you called him Milo. He likes you too.” You shushed her, nudging her back. You wouldn’t talk to him, no, even if you knew that eventually your feelings would bubble out. That, or everyone that knew would carry on looking at you with that teasing or pitiful look. Either way, you could deal with it. “What about you, Nat?” you teased instead, tugging lightly at her white coat, “Got your eyes set on anyone tonight?” She looked around the room, taking a sip from her drink when she found who she was looking for. Following the direction of her gaze, you immediately could tell who she was looking for, the sparkling red dress hard to miss. “Wow. She’s really your type.” “There’s a lot of pretty people tonight.” She defended, looking around, “But yeah, she’s really my type.” She repeated, chuckling against you, setting her empty glass down. “Go order another cocktail. She’s near the bar and probably will come over, and if not…” “If not I don’t chicken out on my feelings like some of my friends.” She muttered, winking at you as she stood, grabbing her glass and making her way to the bar, her eyes darting to the woman as she did, not going unnoticed.  With Natasha chatting to the mystery woman, and you perched on the pool table, jokingly judging each single one of Hangman’s hits, you soon grew tired of the loud music and chatter, needing a moment with some quiet and fresh air. “Count?” You called after he stopped cheering, his smirk still plastered on his face when he moved to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” He drawled, resting some of his weight on the cue stick. “Heading out for some fresh air.” He nodded, his smirk dropping to a sincere smile. Your friendship with Hangman wasn’t free of arguments or tense moments, but he always looked out for you, and telling him when you were stepping out of the Hard Deck was one of the things he had asked you to mention, after spending a night with his heart in his throat when he couldn’t find you, the crowds thick and hard to get through. He found you eventually, hiding just by the porch after the overcrowded rooms grew too loud and rowdy, needing the moment of break before heading back in to finish the last hour of your shift. 

The porch was full of people, some dressed up and others in regular clothes, so you sneaked further ahead, on the sand, looking at the waves crash and turn into foam, the warm glow of the moon making everything more special. You felt someone sit next to you after some time had passed, looking up to see Bob and smiling at the sight, resting your head on his shoulder, the sound of the waves repetitive enough to make your eyes grow heavy.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked, voice hushed after having to talk so loudly over the music and the chatter. “Yeah. Just needed some fresh air.” You said softly, eyes still closed as you stifled a yawn. He chuckled, grabbing a handful of sand and watching it slip past his fingers, “you sound tired.”  “Haven’t been sleeping too well.” You muttered, lifting your head from his shoulder so that you could look at him. “How come?” He asked quickly, his expression growing slightly worried, something that did nothing to help your quick heartbeat. “Oh, well… I mean, it sounds stupid.” You said with a laugh, his serious expression making you go on as you shuffled, crossing your legs as you fully turned to look at him, your knees resting against his when he mirrored your position. “It started a few nights ago. Things are slightly weird at home, and I know it sounds stupid but it almost feels like there’s a ghost haunting me.” 

He looked at you for a moment, expression serious, before his lips twisted upwards, a quiet laugh bubbling from him, easily going unnoticed had it not been for the movement of his shoulders.

You placed your hands over them, holding them down as if that could stop his laughing fit, starting to laugh with him when his hands flew up to grip onto your arms for support, head tilted forward as he tried catching his breath.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking up to find your face inches away from his, his blush returning as quickly as yours, laughter slowly dying, even if his smile remained. “Sorry.” He repeated, pulling back. “It’s just, the other day you said that ‘ghosts aren’t real’.” You didn’t think he had heard, considering he was all the way at the pool tables. Or was he? You tried thinking back, not remembering him anywhere near Hangman. “Stealth pilot, yeah.” He answered, almost replying to your question. “You didn’t see me, but I had gone to the bathroom. I had just walked past Hangman when you said that.” He continued his explanation, a playful look in his eyes. “Huh. Impressive.” You replied, letting your hands fall on his knees for a moment only, not resisting the touch. “But yeah, a ghost is haunting me, look at that.”  “What kind of haunting?” He asked, suddenly curious. He had always enjoyed paranormal programs, ghost hunting and the likes, even if he was a non-believer, simply not finding the idea of ghosts, ghouls or demons realistic. “Tv turning on and off, motion sensor light activating when no one’s there, doorbell ringing when no one’s there, … oh, weird sounds. Stuff like that.”  “I feel like most of that can be explained. Maybe you need to switch your batteries out?” He offered, still finding the whole situation hilarious. “Sure, everything started happening at the same time four days ago because all of my batteries are dead.”  “Almost dead.” He corrected. “Okay, almost dead.” You said, rolling your eyes, “but if that ghost decides to kill me tonight, my life’s on you.” You joked, this time watching him roll his eyes. “Okay, okay, well, I…” he rarely was shy around you, having grown used to your presence and humor and having hung out enough to truly consider you a friend, but he looked a little uncertain as he spoke, this time. “I could come over, if you’d like. Watch a scary film, catch the ghost, eat candy and tell each other some scary stories.”  “You really don’t want me to sleep, huh?” You jokingly said, pushing his shoulder back to tease him. 

“Floyd planning on keeping you up all night?” Phoenix spoke, draping her arms around your shoulders, her words carrying the sweet smell of the strawberry cocktail she was sipping on.  “Nat.” You heard him whisper, sending her a warning glance. You understood the connotation of her words, knowing they were a silent dig at you, not at him. After all, you were the one with the crush. “I have a ghost at home and he offered to help me catch it.” You said looking up at her, her head slipping from resting on the top of your head to rest against your cheek instead. She clearly was a little drunk, taking the chance to be since they had the next day off, and she became a little more clingy than usual when she was.  “Ah, of course he did.” She smirked, and even if you couldn’t see that you could perfectly see Bob’s reaction, his eyes begging her to be quiet while her words tinted his cheeks to the color of her drink. “Well, good look with that.” She mumbled, sending Bob a wink as she slipped back inside, the door clinking as it closed behind her.

You sat in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars, the salty air kissing your skin. He kept his eyes on you, unable to peer them away from your lips, their dark colour suiting you so well.  He truly was bewitched.

“I love the night.” You whispered, looking back down at him. He looked so cute, his hair parted differently and glasses big and round, suiting him almost as much as his regular glasses did. But it was the blue and red neon lights from the Hard Deck that completed the scene, casting purple highlights on his skin, his look almost ethereal, somehow. “Can I take a picture of you?” You asked quietly when he only nodded at your statement, watching him stutter out an answer. “Well, I-… I mean, sure, I just- I… don’t usually look good.”  You pulled up your phone, looking at him through the viewfinder and snapping the first picture, his eyes still wide from your question. “You’re very photogenic, Bob, and you do look good.”  You snapped another picture after speaking your words, his smile genuine in the second snapshot. “Look.” You said, turning the phone his way to show him, his eyes still on you. “Can we take a photo together?” He asked you, this time. You had few photos with Bob, always getting lost in the moments you shared with him, often enjoying the time together too much to remember to document it with a picture. “Sure.” You said, standing to sit next to him, handing him your phone as you rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at the camera. 

It was a cute picture, one you surely would print to hang on your wall, his smile soft matching your own, except you both were secretly looking at each other, the cause of your smile kept a secret from one another.

“I like myself next to you.” He said softly, studying the photo on your phone.  It was a simple comment, but it still made you blush, the honesty behind it. You stayed like that for a little while longer, resting your head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn when the tiredness snuck up on you again. “Tired?” He whispered, lowering his hand to meet yours, interlocking your fingers together and squeezing them once out of reflex, feeling how well they fit together. “A little.” You mumbled back, smiling up when you looked at him, his lips a little too close for you to think anything other than how easy it would be to reach up and kiss them.  “Let’s go then.” He said, breaking your thought process and tugging you up with him, his hand never leaving yours. You walked hand in hand in hand, ignoring Phoenix’s look and smirk and just squeezing his hand once, walking towards the rest of the squad to wish them a good night. 

He held your hand all the way to your home, thankful that it wasn’t too far, considering that the pretty heels you were wearing that were slowly starting to hurt, but you ended up wishing it was a longer way when his hand slipped out of yours, setting on the small of your back as you opened the door and inviting him in, taking his jacket and leading him to the couch. “Would you like something to drink? I have lemonade.” You offered cheerfully, this whole routine familiar from the many late night chats and occasional movie nights you had shared. 

You always made sure to be stocked up, occasionally buying different ones to try to find his favorite, keeping some snacks you knew he liked too, knowing he’d never request anything specific but slowly picking up on what his favorites were. “I’d love that.” He said with a small nod, leaning back and resting his head, grabbing a hold of the remote when you handed it to him. 

With the drinks set on the table you sat by his side, going through the movies being shown and settling on a cheesy horror, more than happy to chat rather than watch jocks and cheerleaders being killed one by one. “I’ll put the remote over there, so if the ghost decides to turn the tv off there’s no doubt about it being one of us.” You said with a smirk, choosing to joke about this, no matter how much nervousness it had caused you over the past few days. “Sure. But what if the ghost doesn’t appreciate our film choice?” He teased, pulling his tongue out at you. “Then said ghost will have to suck it up.” 

You sat on the sofa, your legs resting on his as the movie played, the blonde cheerleader screaming as she ran away from the killer, the scene cliché enough to not even phase you. “Do you think you’d survive in a horror film?” You asked him after a while, lifting your head to look at him. “People barely see me most of the time, so hopefully a killer also wouldn’t.” He chuckled, hand resting on your leg, the warmth of his hand making your skin buzz beneath it. “I see you.” You said, wishing you were closer to hold his hand, or show him that you cared, somehow. “I know.” He said honestly, smiling.  You kept his eyes on him, feeling like maybe you could say something, but the doorbell went off, making your legs jolt away from his, suddenly feeling tense again. “I’ll go check.” He said, standing and moving towards the door, feeling your hand grip his arm after less than a step. “Not letting you go alone.” You mumbled, knowing he was wondering why you had joined him.  And just like each night, the door was opened to reveal nobody there, the chilly air making its way into the apartment.

Bob took another step forward, stepping outside and keeping you behind him, shielding you from whatever was waiting in the dark. “Hello?” He called out, shushing you when you laughed. “What?” He asked you then, looking at you curiously. “Think you’ll need a ouija board if you want to talk to it.”  “Maybe it wouldn’t be angry if you stopped calling it it.” He said back, pulling his tongue out at you. “You just called it it too.” You argued, smirking up at him. “Guess we’ll just have to be haunted together, then.” He teased, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder instead.

You felt so comfortable in his arms, so safe, and even if you wouldn’t reveal it to him, you couldn’t help the feeling blooming in your chest, and you mentally cursed when you reached the coach again, thinking that he’d let you go, but he didn’t, making you rest on his chest instead as you watched the unfortunate future of those teens, too dumb to make any right choices, it seemed.

He chuckled at the exaggerated scream another character let out, holding onto you as he did. You could barely concentrate, too focused on how it felt to be in his arms, how his heart sounded under your cheek, how his arm was wrapped protectively around you.  You looked up again, taking in how he looked in these lights, the colors changing as the film went on, his lips settled into a relaxed smile, his blue eyes shining bright.  He looked down at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, feeling time slow down. Yet you both looked up when the detective on the screen shouted “Hands up!”, the volume sounding louder that it initially had, making you jolt as the killer was soon to be revealed. You held your breath in, not really for the revelation that was about to happen on the screen, but for what had almost happened between you and Bob. 

Your eyes were trailed on the tv, too afraid to look anywhere else as the killer was slowly getting illuminated by the police lights, the camera panning up, reaching higher and higher until…

The tv turned off. 

You glanced at the screen, seeing the remote resting near it, glancing up at Bob to prove what you meant. “See? I didn’t turn it off.” You huffed, cheeks still red from the almost-kiss, even if now the paranormal was back in mind.  “This is the most annoying ghost. Right before we get to find out who the killer is.” He muttered, head turning to the side when he saw the motion light turn on.  “Huh.” He hummed at that, furrowing his eyebrows. You tried not to mind that he seemed so normal, unable to see his cheeks in the dark, but still, he didn’t seem bothered by you two almost kissing. Were you reading too much into this? “You see, motion lights usually die when the batteries do, and ghosts wouldn’t activate them, technically.” He said, suddenly an expert ghost hunter. “Which means…?” You trailed on, not liking where this was going. “That this is a person.” 

His expression switched from a softer one to a harsher one, seeing what Natasha had once described to you as his “serious look”, one he only donned while taking notes about important maneuvers, up in the air and when he felt in danger.

Only this time he didn’t feel in danger, he felt like you were, which was worse.

“You stay here.” He said sternly, pushing you back against the couch, both of his hands holding your shoulders, not wanting you to move. He was going to deal with this. “I’m going out.” It wasn’t a question, and his eyes were focused, cold, as he looked at you once again, gaze falling to the window behind you, looking over the garden. “You stay here.” He repeated, studying your face for one moment longer before standing and walking out back, his steps quiet enough that you didn’t even hear as he descended the stairs. You couldn’t get his eyes out of your head, how different they looked when they sensed danger, how quickly he leaped into action, how he glanced at your lips once more before going out the door. You cursed yourself for not moving sooner, getting distracted instead by the tv when what you had been waiting for was finally happening. 

A scream broke the silence, and your train of thought, mainly, yet not close to Bob’s, meaning it must’ve been the mystery man.  It was when his name was said that you realized who was in your garden.  “Bob?” you heard coming from outside. 

Hangman.

You had been scared of Hangman.  Not a ghost, not a demon, not even a creep that had decided on scaring you around Halloween. 

No, Hangman.

“What the hell are you doing here? Ow! Ow, ow, Bob, wait!”  You stood, knowing that there was no danger anymore, standing at your door with your arms crossed. You watched as Bob dragged Hangman by the ear up to your front porch, the scene funny enough to make you smile. “Happy Halloween!” He said, trying to free himself from Bob’s hold. “Dick move, Hangman.” You spoke, giving a small nod to Bob, fine with letting him go now, but Bob shook his head, pulling on his ear, making him hiss at the tug. “Dude!” “Apologize.” Bob said back, set on not letting him go until he did. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, looking more annoyed than sorry. “Did that sound sincere to you?” Bob asked you, his eyes finding yours with a sweetness they had lost when the motion light had turned on, determination having taken its place.  “Not really, no.” You said, playing along. You didn’t really mind, seeing Bob holding Hangman by the ear enough of an apology for you. Actually, this was a great image. You raised a finger, telling Bob to wait a moment, running to the couch and grabbing your phone, opening the camera as you walked out, snapping a picture of the scene. “Oh, c’mon.” He grumbled, trying to pull away. “Apologize once more and you’re free.” Bob said, smirking at you when he saw you were still pointing the phone at them. “I’m sorry.” He said again, this time his tone was deemed sincere enough, making Bob let go of him.

He straightened up, wiping his shirt down in a theatrical manner, swinging the cloak behind his back like a truly ridiculous vampire. “How did you do it all?” You asked, not really out of curiosity, but because you needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.  “Universal remote for your tv. Doorbell was… me ringing your doorbell and hiding.”  “Like a child.” Bob muttered as you nodded along. “Motion sensor was an accident. I just happen to be a physical being.”  You chuckled, shaking your head. “Go enjoy your night, instead of ruining mine.” you said, still annoyed but less so now that you knew what, or who, was causing all of the weirdness.  “No more?” Bob asked, not wanting to be disturbed anymore tonight and not wanting you to get disturbed in the future. “Promise I’ll stop. It just felt funny with the whole ‘ghosts aren’t real’ talk.” Bob hummed, pushing Jake away with a quick good night, having had enough of him.  He reached you and closed the door behind the two of you, smiling when he saw your relief. “We never found out who the killer was.” You muttered, breaking the silence. “No, but we caught the ghost.” He joked, his hand reaching up to rest on your cheek, making your breath get stuck in your throat once again, the touch new and foreign. 

You were great friends, and often cuddled, held hands or simply rested on each other, it wasn’t new, but this was, feeling more intimate somehow. “There’s something else I never found out.” He whispered, thumb rubbing your cheek softly as you looked at him, his blue eyes peering into yours once more. “What?” You asked, eyes glancing at his lips before focusing back on the shade of blue you loved so much. “If we were going to kiss.” 

He waited, smiling when you nodded, glancing at his lips again.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked after another moment, leaning a little closer, leaving you to close the distance between the two of you.  “Yes.” You hummed, pushing yourself up to meet his lips, taking a deep breath when you felt him against you, the hand that wasn’t holding your cheek slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your arms rose to wrap around his shoulders, smiling against his lips when you felt him melt into you, all of that nervousness you had held when it came to him leaving the second he deepened the kiss, pulling away to look at you again, the thumb grazing your cheek falling over your lips, tracing where his had just been. He chuckled, resting his forehead against your own. “So, I promised you a scary movie, and we watched one. Promised to catch a ghost, and we caught him.” He spoke matter of factly, tilting his head to the side, “That leaves…” “Candies and scary stories.” you said, quoting his earlier words. “Now, as much as I don’t think there’s anything as sweet as you…” he trailed on, laughing when you scoffed at his words. “You’re so cheesy.” You said softly, dropping your arms to rest at his waist, holding him close to you.

He tilted his head, reaching down to press a feather-light kiss on your lips, not getting enough of it now that he knew what it felt like.  “I’ll grab some snacks, and we can snuggle on the couch?” You offered, untangling from him and immediately missing him, walking towards the cabinet to grab a few different things, from savory to sweet, along with another bottle of your drinks, the taste of his lemonade still lingering on your lips. “I’d love that, yeah.”  He moved back, grabbing a fluffy blanket and placing it on his legs, waiting for you to place everything on the table before enveloping you in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as he kissed you again. “Out of all the trick or treating I’ve done, this is definitely the best treat.” He whispered as he pulled away, gaze raking over your features before leaning back towards you, your lips meeting his again as you giggled, pulling him closer still against you, not wanting to let him go.

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[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 10: The Room or Requirement

''I want to see what your room looks like.'' I say determinedly.

''Oh, it's not much. Just books and some potions.'' He says, looking a bit embarrassed.

''You owe me one.'' I say and raise one eyebrow.

Sebastian sighs loudly and a minute later we are there, in his own Room of Requirement. I'm surrounded by more books than I have ever seen before, a reading table facing the Dark Forest and some places to brew potions along with some potting tables with magic plants in them. I glance at the book on his desk and I read Healing Dark Curses. I look at it for a good minute before I ask him.

''It's not dark magic, is it?'' I nod towards the book.

''No. It's regular magic, bound to break dark magic.'' He explains. ''Frankly, I have no desire to pursue dark magic any longer. Not after what happened last year.''

''Are you finding any potential cures?'' I ask.

''Potential, yes. But I'm unsure if they will work out in real life. Nor if Anne would let me perform any magic on her.'' He looks disappointed.

''If you were to find anything you think might solve her condition, I'm more than happy to help you out.'' I say and lay my hand on his arm.

He pulls away quickly.

''Merlin's beard! Why are you always so cold?'' He asks with an upset tone. I'm confused since I did in fact not speak in a cold tone. ''Come here.''

Out of nowhere, a fluffy couch appears next to his reading table. It is dark blue with a satin finish and it looks incredibly comfortable.

''You need to start dressing warmer.'' He says and sits down on the couch.

I sit down next to him.

''Oh, you don't have to worry. I'm used to it.'' I say and get comfortable on the couch.

''Come here.'' He opens his arms and pulls me closer.

I lay my head on his chest and if I focus on breathing quietly, I can hear his heartbeat. The head radiates from his body, making me warmer in just a few minutes.

''Can I ask you something?'' I ask after a while in silence.

''Anything.'' He replies in a soft tone.

''So, I know this is probably not what you want to discuss right now.'' I begin. ''But I just need to get it off my chest. Last year, how could you cast Crucio on me? Because I know you need to want to cause harm in order for it to work.''

He's silent for a good minute. One arm still around me, the other one stroking my hair.

''It's not that I wanted to cause you harm.'' He says quietly. ''You must not misunderstand me. I would never hurt you intentionally. But then and there when I was faced with the fact that either both of us would have died in there, it was an easy decision to harm you in order to let you, to let us, live.''

I spent months thinking about how he could cause that harm to me, but hearing his explanation does make sense. It never occurred to me that he could have been thinking like that.

''I'm really sorry, Y/n. I just wanted you to cast it on me, but you refused. So you left me no choice.'' He says in a low voice. ''I do not regret letting you live, but I blame myself everyday for the harm I caused you.''

I move closer to him and hopefully he understands that this is my way of saying that I forgive him, and I will forgive him every single day until he finds the peace and strength to forgive himself. I search for his hand that is stroking my arm and lace my fingers into his. He does not move, but eventually he starts stroking my thumb. Eventually, I lift our knot of hands to my mouth and kiss his hand gently. It's like my body is telling him I love him, without the words actually coming out of my mouth.

''You really are the greatest friend one could have.'' I say softly. ''I'm so glad I met you when I came to Hogwarts.''

''Y/n,'' He says firmly. ''You seriously need to stop calling me your friend.''

''Then what should I call you?'' I ask curiously. My stomach is fluttering like never before.

''I haven't quite figured it out just yet. But 'friend' is not it.'' He says as he squeezes my hand harder.

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[kenjakusbrainstem]

Introductory Training (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: biting to draw blood, slapping, light impact play, wall sex, piv sex, power imbalance (physical and roles), pet names (baby, good girl), manipulative Geto, cult leader Geto, reader can use jujutsu but is just learning about it.

Hello! I've been stuck writing this on and off all week as the idea has been in my head since I watched jjk0 the second time. There's a fair amount more plot than I normally add, just because of how into this idea I got. Hopefully it all reads well and makes sense without being too ooc! I struggled a bit with a technique for reader, but I just went with something simple. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy it! It makes me very happy to see people enjoying the things I've written.

The energy at the temple was similar to most others. There weren't a lot of worshipers around though, though you supposed it was the middle of the work day.

You were here at your mothers insistence. She'd always written off the things you saw as an overactive imagination. Even as you grew into adulthood and began living on your own, she still implied that you were a bit crazy. The horrific things you occasionally saw were often reflected in your art, which is perhaps why she assumed it was just a dark creativity.

A friend of hers had a daughter that had been plagued by night terrors. They recently had found the help of a strange monk. After a simple visit and a few words exchanged, he miraculously healed her. Her relief was immediate, she didn't even need to sleep again to be sure whatever he had done had worked.

You were fairly sure it was all bullshit. Especially since your mother refused to accompany you, the things you insisted you saw had always made her uncomfortable. Part of you wasn't even sure why you'd come here. You had a small portfolio of sketches tucked under your arm as an example of what you'd seen.

It would be nice though. The thought of someone fixing you or somehow explaining what was going on. They didn't scare you like when you were young, but the alienating feeling of seeing things others didn't unsettled you still.

The hall you were supposed to meet the monk in was empty. You'd been let in here by some random worshiper and told that he would be with you shortly. The room smelled of incense and disinfectant, a strange combination for a temple setting. Everything around you seemed surprisingly legitimate, however. The building a lot larger than you'd expected.

You shifted on your feet, looking down at your watch only to jump a little. A small purple creature hovered around your feet. At least you had an example when the monk finally showed himself. Assuming he could actually help you. The creature lazily floated in circles around your ankles.

You looked around the room impatiently, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited.

The sound of the door opening behind you pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to see a tall man with beautiful long hair in monks robes enter the room.

"Good afternoon, I seem to have kept you waiting," he walked past you and up to the small arm rest that he used to seat himself before you. You didn't miss the fact that he hadn't apologized, or that he sat in an undignified manor. One leg bent to prop up his arm, while the other held up his head in an almost bored posture.

"You mentioned- seeing things, and I'm assuming you aren't medicated?" The monk asked, his tone one would use when speaking to a child or of lesser intelligence. While the words weren't callous, his sweet tone didn't match his body language.

You nodded, swallowing to prepare your typical explanation once again. You looked down at the creature still circling your legs, following it with your eyes briefly before raising your head to meet his gaze.

Surprisingly, his face had changed a bit as he observed you. A look of confusion spread across his face, but after a moment the serene mask was back in place.

"My mother contacted the temple. She worries over me too much and says someone needs to fix me. The things I see don't scare me anymore, as they haven't tried to hurt me since I was a child," you explained the same way you did to all the therapists she'd made you see before. "I brought this, it has examples of the things I've seen. I draw them sometimes."

The monk's hand left his knee and stroked his chin, clearly deep in thought. Probably about whether to kick you out or not.

"Are you and I alone in this room?" His question surprised you a bit. The intense look in his eyes burning a hole in yours, determined to see if you were speaking truth.

Your eyes dropped to the creature that had settled onto the floor next to you.

"No," you said, looking back up at him. A small smile settled on his face at your reply, it seemed more genuine than the mask he wore before.

Instead of replying he extended a hand toward the creature. You watched as it was pulled toward him by an invisible force. The creature was the only thing caught in the pull. You were transfixed as it warped and turned into a small black orb in his hand.

The monk stood to his full height, once again towering over your slight frame as he approached. Clasping your hand that wasn't holding your portfolio in between his two large hands, he beamed a seemingly genuine smile down at you.

"My name is Suguru Geto, and we have a lot to speak about. How about you follow me somewhere more private so we can discuss this. I want to know everything about you."

---

Your mind was swimming at everything Geto had told you.

On one hand, it was very validating to know that you weren't hallucinating and to learn why the creatures, curses, existed in the first place. It made sense, the explanation he gave you, most of your sightings even from a young age aligned with negative life events. Which also explained why your mother automatically assumed you just couldn't process trauma correctly.

Geto seemed much more genuine as you showed him your sketches. Explaining your past and the therapy you were forced into from a young age because of your mother. He kept glossing over your family, choosing to only regard her as ignorant of your potential and worth.

From your sketches, he recognized a few of the curses you'd previously seen. While not fully explaining his own abilities, he was even able to summon one he had somehow 'acquired' to show you how similar it was to the small one you'd seen earlier.

He had left you, for the time being. You sat on a small couch with now cooled tea for two in front of you. His was all gone, while you were still anxiously sipping yours.

Before he left you he'd asked you about your own potential abilities. You didn't immediately think of anything you could do, yet an offhanded comment caught his attention. You had mentioned something offhandedly about being able to recover quickly from injuries quickly if you focused on it. The one time you had mentioned it to your mother, she simply said you were just making it up and had never been injured, so you hadn't put much stock in it.

Geto seemed excited at the prospect of your ability, or cursed technique as he called it. He also seemed a bit frustrated, he obviously wasn't happy with your history. You appreciated his concern, but you weren't a child anymore.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, you appreciated all of the knowledge and validation he gave you, but you had spent more time here than you had expected.

As you were wondering when exactly you should leave, Geto returned.

"Apologies for making you wait, I had to see to an issue. Now where were we?" Geto sat back down across from you. He moved with a grace that you weren't sure was natural. There was just an ethereal quality about him. It was easy to see how he had amassed such a following.

"I believe you were asking me about my occupation?" You hadn't forgotten, you just weren't sure where the conversation was going.

He clapped his hands together softly, as if an idea had just struck him. The look on his face made you both reassured and uneasy at the same time.

"Ahh yes. You're going to need to quit that for me. It'll make things much easier," the smile on his face as he said it told you that you were right to be unsettled.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, somehow more confused than upset.

He rose and moved to sit next to you. You could feel his warmth through his thick robes, an arm coming up to wrap around the backrest behind you without touching you. Unaccustomed to contact from strangers, you froze up a little before you relaxed. He seemed strong, but a non-threatening aura around him made you feel safer.

Lifting his other hand to your jaw, he turned your face so your eyes looked into his. He left his finger lingering for a moment on your chin before returning it to his lap.

"Your innate technique is, unique. Very promising. I was hoping that you'd be willing to allow me to train you. I feel like you could be a great asset to our cause," Geto almost whispered to you. His voice noticeably lower and softer than the tone he was just using.

It was hard to think again. Something about what was happening felt so strange.

"I wouldn't mind you training me. Why would you need me to quit my job though? It's not like I can afford my apartment without it. Having an ability like this doesn't absolve me of the need for money," you protested.

You were of course open to learning more about the world you'd only been living on the edge of. Eager even. You still had real world responsibilities though.

A chuckle left Geto's throat. The sound made your face heat up for some reason, he was having a strange effect on you.

"Oh I'm sorry again for not making it clear. You'd be living here, no cost to you of course! You simply need to train, become educated on our world, and assist me whenever I need you," his offer seemed genuine. You couldn't shake the feeling that he saw you as a lost puppy.

Everything was happening so quickly and part of you felt foolish even considering saying no. No matter how fantastical things seemed, you yourself were proof of the things he'd told you.

"All of this is happening so fast, I'm not sure," your voice trailed off, looking up at his face, you'd hoped to find some kind of answer.

He still had that same smile on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider. Geto's hand once again moved up to your face, his fingertips resting gently next to your eyes as his palm cupped your cheek.

"Its always been happening, you've only just begun to learn. You've been told there was something wrong with you, when in reality you're very, very special," Geto's honeyed words sunk like claws into your head.

He was right. Whether it felt right or not, you knew what he said was true. It sounded like he was buttering you up slightly, but if he wanted you, for the cause of course, weren't you better off here than elsewhere?

"Honestly Geto, I feel like I should think this over more," you started, leaning your face into his large palm, "but if I can be special to you- er, your cause, then I think I'd like to help."

In the back of your mind you knew you'd have said yes eventually, a perpetual people pleaser with a yearning to belong; its like you were made for a role like this.

"Perfect. I know you'll be good for the cause," Geto's voice still an almost whisper, "I know you'll be so good for me too, won't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. Eyes flying up to meet his, sure that you must have misunderstood his words. Or at least mixed up the implications. But his thumb stroking your red cheek and his half-closed eyes told you that you'd understood perfectly.

"I-," you stuttered, fumbling over your thoughts and words under the heat in his gaze.

"Curse got your tongue? Why not let me have it instead?" the smirk on his face made you blush almost as much as the words.

Geto's hand slowly urged your face close to his, stopping only when there was an inch of space between your lips. His nose brushing up against yours, like he was daring you to make the next move.

Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his soft ones. The kiss soft at first, a gentle caress of lips. His tongue sliding slowly out of his mouth and tracing your bottom lip gently. You parted your lips slightly for him. His hand slid into your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.

The peaceful kiss suddenly turned intense when Geto's tongue surged into your mouth. You tried to keep up but his hand holding your head in place and the frantic way he kissed you was overwhelming. His tongue swirled around yours and you felt yourself melt.

The urge to be a more active participant overcame you. Pressing yourself closer to him you sucked at his tongue in your mouth. The hand in your hair tightened to the point of pain before he pulled your mouth off of his.

Both of your faces flush, he gave your lips another small peck before sitting back to an upright, proper posture.

"There will be more of that once you improve yourself," Geto whispered, winking at you.

Maybe you had gotten yourself into more than you'd bargained for.

---

It had been a week since you'd been introduced to this world. Master Geto, which is what he preferred to be called by his followers, had introduced you to a few of the other curse users that lived at the temple. They all seemed to welcome you with open arms, their kindness surprising you.

You hadn't seen much of Master Geto though, only seeing him whole he was teaching you about using your innate technique. He apparently used to know someone with a similar ability. There had been a few other people teaching you about strength training and meditation for accessing your cursed energy.

It was draining, but you were getting the hang of it. You could heal small wounds on others now, only if they had been inflicted recently.

Master Geto had speculated that you'd be able to heal larger wounds on yourself, but you hadn't taken any serious injuries since arriving at the temple. You were supposed to test it as you got injured while fighting, but since you had no previous experience you'd only been working on endurance.

You'd never been much of an athletic person.

It was a bit hard to focus on training at times. That was more Master Geto's fault, technically. Since your kiss upon deciding to live at the temple, the two of you hadn't had much time together, let alone time alone.

He acted kind, patient with your lack of martial prowess, and was helpful with meditation when he was around. It was just that he was a very busy man. Being the figurehead for a 'religious' group was apparently time consuming.

Today though he had set aside time to practice basic combat with you. You were also supposed to be pushing the limit of your technique. The idea was intimidating, mostly because it meant someone had to be injured.

You walked into the training area, a gym-like room, to find the strength training equipment you'd been using pushed to the side. This room was off of the living quarters toward the back of the temple area. You'd only seen a few of the people living at the temple in this room, but you hadn't entered alone before.

Surprisingly, you could count on one hand the times you had been alone here and not sleeping. It made sense in your mind at least, as kind as they were, you were still like a stranger in their home. Bonding ocer being curse users was easy for them, but so was an anxiety over new people.

A large mat stretched across the floor, reminding you of floors you had seen used during gymnastic practice at school. While you waited for Master Geto to arrive, you stepped onto the mat to begin warming up. You pulled the black sweater you'd been given over your head, leaving you in black leggings and a tank top.

Lowering yourself to the ground, you sat and spread your legs as wide as you could, stretching to touch your toes. Alternating sides when you could feel the stretch in each limb.

"Good to see you taking this seriously," the voice from behind you startled you. You hadn't heard anyone enter, but you knew who the voice belonged to.

Turning your head and looking up you saw Master Geto in his typical monks robes. You wondered if he was going to train you in those. He was obviously strong, you could see in the way he carried himself, but you couldn't help but feel insulted somehow.

"Of course I'm taking it seriously," you hopped back to your feet.

"Everyone that has worked with you said so too. I'm glad you're taking to this so well. Not everyone is willing to sacrifice their boring lives for one like ours," Geto smiled at you as he spoke. The facade he wore when you first met gone, replaced by a genuine look of appreciation.

His hands slid into his long black hair, untying the half bun. Raking his fingers through the inky strands, he pulled all of it up into a high ponytail on top of his head. You watched, entranced momentarily by how beautiful he looked.

"Are you taking training me seriously?" you asked, peeved that he was planning on wearing something so formal during training. It shouldn't have bothered you so much, but you also had to admit you wanted to see what he was hiding under the thick robes.

He scoffed, the smile on his face faltering briefly as he finished tying his hair.

"I take you very seriously. You could potentially be a very important for us, for me. Even if your technique isn't combat based, you still need to be able to defend yourself," he said, sounding more serious than any other time he'd spoken with you.

You felt heat rising to your face, unaccustomed to being taken seriously because of the things you'd always seen.

"I- uh- I just meant you fighting in your robes. They look, heavy and restrictive," you tried to explain what you meant, trying to steer away from serious topics.

He chuckled to himself, smirking at you, his hand reaching to the knot in the front of his robes.

You suddenly regretted saying anything.

"Are you sure you don't just want to see me undress? You wouldn't be the first try fight me as a veiled attempt to touch me," he winked at you before turning away from you. He laid the parts of his clothes on a weight bench as he removed them.

You coughed, not knowing what to say. Simply choosing to observe him instead of replying. When the thick material was fully removed you admit you were a bit disappointed to see the black shirt he wore. Unlike his baggy pants however, it was skin tight.

"Do you always watch people undress this closely or am I as important to you as you are to me?" Geto asked teasingly, peering over his shoulder at you.

Before you could respond he peeled the tight shirt from his body. Revealing his strong back, the splashes of ink covering it a surprise. A large, intricate black dragon was tattooed across the skin, stretched taut on the rippling muscle.

You wondered why, if he looked this good, did he go through so much effort to cover up. Perhaps he wanted to seem non threatening. His bare body like this was quite intimidating even without the tattoo. Part of you regretted asking him to change clothes.

Turning to face you the surprises didn't stop. His broad chest wasn't too shocking, but the large X-shaped scar across his chest was alarming. It was obviously old, but still the scar tissue contrasting with his skin was unexpected.

"Your chest-," you started, going into the obvious question.

"We won't be talking about that," the flirtatious air in the conversation was gone. By tone alone you knew better than to press for answers.

Geto stepped onto the floor mat, closing the distance between you two but you stepped back. His intimidating appearance and the tone shift making you nervous. You stepped a bit too quickly though and stumbled but before you could hit the ground you felt a large hand on your back steadying you.

He pulled you upright as if you were a rag doll for him to move how he pleased. The idea made a fire start in your gut that his hands weren't helping with.

"Uh oh now, be careful. Just because we're going to work on more violent things today, it isn't an excuse to get injured so soon. We don't want you using too much cursed energy before I've even made you bleed," the playful tone had returned. Combined with the proximity you could feel your heart beating faster.

"Sorry Master Geto, you startled me," you apologized. You stayed where he put you, his hand resting on your lower back. You looked up at him, waiting for him to step back.

"I'm going to do much more than startle you today. Now lets get started. First we're going to work on you landing blows on me while dodging my attacks. I expect you to heal yourself with every injury you take."

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It felt like the two of you had been at it all day, when in reality it had only been a couple hours. Master Geto was much faster than you had anticipated. Dodging wasn't hard at first, but the longer you two practiced, the faster he moved.

Every blow he landed stung, even if you could tell he was pulling punches. Healing constantly while dodging made it more difficult as well. It also didn't motivate you to see him shrug off every one of your punches.

"If that's as hard as you can hit, I think we need to focus more on strength training," Geto said, catching your left fist that was headed to his ribs.

Annoyed with his words, you put all of your strength into a fist headed straight for his face. His face was the only thing he hadn't let you hit yet, but he didn't stop this one.

The feeling of his nose crunching beneath your first was strange, the sound stranger. You followed through with the blow, pushing his face completely to the side. You felt his grip on your other wrist tighten as he forced you close to him. Your body pressed up against his as blood trickled from his nose and onto your shoulder.

"Oh so you just need a bit of edging to get serious? Why'd you wait until now to hit me like you mean it?" His hand not gripping your arm had a bruising grip on your hip.

You tried to squirm away but his strength was too much, Geto manhandled you into the air, turning you around and placing you into a full nelson. You'd gotten out of a hold earlier but you could tell he was using more strength. Kicking at his legs he lifted your body fully into the air before dropping you on your ass.

Sitting, dazed on the ground for a moment until you heard a crack and low moan from behind you.

"Stand up and come here," Geto commanded. You quickly moved to steady yourself and stand in front of him. Legs a bit wobbly from being slammed onto the ground. Taking your hands in his, he pressed your palms to his cheeks.

"I've set the bone, if you could just heal the tissue," he said. He hadn't cleaned the blood from his face and some still trickled out. You cringed at the hot liquid. Pressing your fingertips into the sides of his nose, directing the flow of your energy into his face.

A small light emitted from your fingers as you healed the damaged flesh. Despite being a small wound you were already tired, so it took a lot out of you. The glow the light cast into your eyes made him look more otherworldly, like a holy figure he portrayed himself as.

You didn't miss the look of desire in his eyes as you started to pull your hands away. His hands tightened around your wrists, keeping them by his face. Pulling your fingers down to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood from your skin.

The feeling of his tongue on your skin reminded you of his overwhelming kiss and you felt your face grow redder. As he got the last bit of blood off your hands he let go of your wrists. Your left hand fell to your side while the right hand stayed.

Emboldened by his suggestive gesture you wiped your fingers across the blood staining his chin before pressing your them to his lips. His eyebrows lifted but he opened his mouth and let you guide your fingers in.

Sucking at the appendages, he swirled his tongue around it causing you to shiver. One of his hands came up to hold your chin.

When Geto opened his mouth, you removed your fingers coated in his saliva and put them in your mouth. You sucked it clean before resting your hand on the forearm of the hand on your face.

"If you wanted my spit in your mouth that badly, you could have just asked for a kiss. I know you haven't forgotten it," Geto whispered, his grip on your chin tightening, "I just wanted to see how worthy of my time you'd be before I decided to fuck you."

His words turned you on almost as much as his tongue on your fingers had. Something about how he knew that you'd let him ravish you. His confidence was so sexy, it didn't stop you from wanting to be a little defiant though.

"You just assume I'd let you?" You asked, staring up at him. Of course you would, but you still wanted to have a little fun first.

He chuckled darkly, the look in his eyes was hungry. It seemed that he liked when you sassed him. Geto manipulated your head to the side, exposing your neck. He ran his nose up from your collar bone to your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin before he spoke.

"You haven't proven yourself yet, baby. I still need you to heal yourself more. I want to see you exhausted of cursed energy and too fucked out to think," Geto whispered, his words making the heat in your guts flare more.

You let out a soft moan at the gentle press of his lips on your neck. Geto pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. He nudged the strap of your tank top over and sucked a bruise onto your skin.

Grabbing your hand, he pressed it against the red skin.

"Heal," he commanded, kissing the back of your hand. It was so hard to focus but you channeled your energy into the superficial wound. He sighed, "such a good girl."

You brought your other hand up to grip at his muscular back.

Sliding his lips off of your hand and into the crook of your neck. You felt him smile against your skin before biting down. At first the sensation made you moan, but he kept applying pressure. You felt the hot pain of his teeth cutting into the sensitive skin.

You tried to jerk away, and surprisingly he let you, but the skin on your neck tore forcing a choked scream from your lips.

Scrambling to stop the pain you covered the wound with both hands, energy already flowing through your fingers. As the flesh stitched itself together, the sharp pain became a dull ache.

"I didn't even have to tell you that time, good girl. I told you I was going to make you bleed. Do you think you have any more energy left, baby?" Geto asked as he messed up your sweaty hair. You slapped at hus hand but his fingers had already twisted into the strands.

Before you could answer he struck your face with an open palm. The slap stung more because he held your head in place. You looked up into Geto's eyes and you could see your own desire mirrored in them.

No matter how painful everything was, you still wanted more of him.

"You love this don't you?" He asked as he pulled you back in close, again moving your body as if you were weightless. Pressing his nose into your neck, he kissed at the newly healed flesh.

You gasped, nervous that he'd tear the flesh again but his gentle sucking took your breath away. Wrapping your arms around his neck you braced yourself before jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.

His hands flew to catch you, gripping your ass tightly and holding you against him. Despite the surprise he supported your weight well.

"Please fuck me Master Geto, I'll get stronger, I'll do anything," you begged. It surprised you how much his violence turned you on, but you knew he was the only thing you'd wanted.

One of his hands slipped up from your ass and under your shirt, pressing you against his body. Your position, now sitting on his hips put your face level with his. Taking advantage of the angle you kissed him. It had been a week since the kiss you shared before but this one was just as passionate.

As you expected he pushed his tongue into your mouth in an overwhelming kiss. Again you sucked on his tongue, making him moan into your mouth. When he pulled away to catch his breath, you nipped softly at his lips.

Geto moved back into kiss you but you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down. You were glad you kept your eyes open because the sight of his eyes rolling back at the mix of pleasure and pain was worth any injury you'd gotten.

The grip on your ass turned bruising, you were sure it'd leave a mark. The blunt nails dug into the skin of your back. You both moaned into each others mouths.

One of your hands came from around his back to shove your fingers in his mouth. He desperately sucked at them as you healed his bloodied lip.

Sliding your fingers from his lips you brought them up to his hair, pulling his hair out of the ponytail and running your fingers through the long strands.

Your lips met again, kissing just as intensely as before. You felt Geto walking but were too focused on his lips and body against yours to care where you were going. Only when you felt the wall against your back did you realize what he was doing.

Holding you up with his hips pinning you to the wall, both hands again fell to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh. One hand moved between your bodies and down to cup the soaked fabric between your legs.

You moaned loudly into his mouth, trying to grind into his hand.

"You're so desperate, why don't I fuck you here then?" Geto half moaned against your lips. To you it seemed like you both were desperate.

The grip on your ass lessened only for him to dig his fingers into the fabric of your leggings and rip them, tearing a large hole in them. The cool air against your hot skin was surprising as you kissed his neck, trying to hide how desperate you were.

Geto's long fingers against your soaked pussy made you bite into the skin of his throat, not hard enough to break skin though. The tips of his fingers rubbing your clit roughly. A shiver went through your whole body at the pleasure he so easily brought you.

Geto lifted your body up further, pressing you into the wall with his chest, taking the chance to kiss your throat again. His hands moved to push his baggy pants down enough to free his aching cock.

You slid back down the wall as his hand settled on your ass again, now you could feel his thick cock rubbing against your wet pussy. Shallow thrusts spreading your pussy juices all over his cock.

"Next time, I'll take my time with you. I just need your pussy right now, baby," Geto's voice sounded breathless as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit.

Your gasps and moans all he needed as a response. One of your hands pulled his hair, wrenching his lips from your neck and back onto your own lips in a more gentle kiss. Not overwhelming but just as passionate.

Feeling the head of his thick cock at your entrance had you grinding down to help him enter at this angle. When it started to slip in, the stretch made an arm tighten around his beck and your other hand dig into his bicep.

Geto groaned in your mouth at the tight heat engulfing his cock as he pushed further into you. The feeling of being split open was overwhelming but it felt mind numbingly good.

You hadn't seen how large he was before but with how stuffed full you felt and him still not all the way inside of you was surprising. Your back arched as far as it could wedged between the wall and Geto's strong body.

Geto pulled out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside. His grip on your hips tightened as he forced himself all the way inside you. You moaned loudly at him filling your pussy completely and stretching you.

His hands guided you as he pressed your shoulder blades into the wall. He began fucking into you at a brutal pace. The crys and moans spilling from your lips constant at the speed of his thrusts.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls made the heat in your guts more intensely. You'd never been so stretched open from a cock before, you almost couldn't believe how good he felt.

You felt the muscles in his back straining with how hard he was fucking you. His strength was astounding to you, feeling yourself gushing around him with every thrust.

Geto snapped his hips up, burying his cock fully inside of you as he repositioned your body. Bracing your legs up over his shoulders, forcing you to spread even wider for him. Your arms both holding your self up, wrapped around his neck. It was hard to focus on anything other than wanting him to start moving again.

"Hold on now, I'm not stopping until I fill you with my cum," Geto's vulgar words had you nodding dumbly at him, unable to speak properly.

When Geto resumed fucking into you, you swore you could never feel this good again.

The new angle opened you up to be able to take him in deeper somehow and every thrust made your mind blank with how much pleasure he was giving you.

You felt yourself close to orgasm and kissed at the side of his face. Trying to distract yourself and last a little longer. You'd never cum from just a cock before, always needing more stimulation, but this was too much.

Geto felt your pussy clench around him as you came all over his cock. He moaned at the sensation of you trying to milk his orgasm from him.

Fucking you through your orgasm, he made you see stars. Geto was determined to fill you with his cum as he put all of his energy into his deep thrusts.

Turning his head he kissed you sloppily, open mouth and all tongue just like your first kiss. He buried his cock inside and you felt him coat your insides with his hot cum. Shallowly thrusting against your messy pussy as he rode out his orgasm.

Geto stood against you for a moment still inside you before slowly pulling out and lowering the two of you to the floor.

You used what was left of your strength to crawl on top of him, collapsing on top of him as you kissed at his cheeks. The angle causing your dripping pussy to rub against his spent cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation before kissing you softly.

"After we both rest, I'm going to make you cum so many times you won't remember anything but how to worship me," Geto sighed against your lips before lazily kissing you again.

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #cult leader geto suguru

[souliebird]

hi !!

i know you're not asking anyone's opinion but i think the skull tattoo w the mushroom crown would be so cool! idk i like the idea of that the best. Hopefully you get a tattoo soon tho! I just got my second tattoo and im in love

i came here to say that i loved Addicted. the silent drop was crazy (it's giving beyonce dropping lemonade and walking away) i was like oh ???? interesting indeed. after i read it ? i was like oh... how interesting 🥹

i honestly loved how you wrote that fic. the way you so clearly wrote depression was almost scary 😭 it almost had me wondering if YOU are okay lmao

but seriously, the writing was amazing. the way you obviously portrayed depression without stating what it is, even once, was really impressive. i feel like that's an emotion that's really hard to describe in any capacity, so reading it in Addicted really had me feeling for the reader. A+ writing for that alone.

i also really liked how Addicted included the hardest part (in my opinion) of that kind of relationship, which is those small glimmers of hope you get that keep you going. It's like those small crumbs of matt that reader was able to get was enough to keep reader from the brink of starvation. enough to keep reader from wanting more/wanting anything different. idk if that makes sense but i hope it does.

anyway, i could go on for longer but i don't wanna bore you. i really liked the fic and i hope you keep going!!! thank you sm for sharing it!!!

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you for such a wonderful ask!!!

First for my tattoo, I probably won't be able to get anything until later this year, but the idea is a crow skull someone would find on a forest floor that's got new signs of life on it. A mushroom crown frown and some spider webs and such.

I get nervous talking about my work bc I believe ppl aren't interested in hearing it. I also get nervous if I mention I'll do something, I'll disappoint ppl if I don't deliver. If no one expects anyone, only I can be disappointed by it :')

You are the second person to ask if I'm okay based on this fic and the answer is I'm not!!!! But it helps me have the words and description to portray it, so crippling depression is good for something.

I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!! I am actually rather proud of how it came out. I love the cycle that Reader and Matt are in and I like imagining the different explanations of why this is happening and what will happen after. Will Matt take her out of the apartment and get her help or will it continue until something breaks.

I love angst and @bellaxgiornata inspired me to do some heavy Matt angst. I don't think this will be as popular as other fics, but sometimes you just need a good hurty one.

[wordsandrobots]

For the writer ask meme: 3, 7, 14, 16, 20, 27, 34, 35, 40, 44, 61, 74 (❛ں❛ )✧

From the 'Get to know your fic writer!' ask game.

3) Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Typically, I'll start with the overall structure. Where the section breaks go, short summaries (maybe just a couple of phrases) of the contents of each section, placing any scenes I've already started in their proper context, and establishing where I'll swap to a different character, if I'm doing that. Then I'll most likely start at the top and write it through to the end. I can write chapters out of order but find it easiest to take each individual chapter in narrative order. Sometimes I'll have pieces I'm joining up, though, so it's not always a strictly linear process.

And then when I'm done, I'll go over it again and again until I'm happy, cutting the text down to what is absolutely necessary to get my point across: I overwrite a lot on first draft, so there'll always be pruning to do!

7) How do you choose which POV to write from?

Switching character point of view is usually a structural conceit: I'll use it to guide the reader through the different angles of a situation, slowly filling in their understanding of what is going on. It's a great method for creating cliffhangers and sudden twists without being cheap (there will always be an explanation, but POV management allows me to keep it in reserve until the correct moment).

But sometimes there are parts of the story or emotional beats that only make sense from a particular character's perspective. Which is not always the one who is experiencing the beat directly, mind you. When I decided to have show what the new Ryusei-Go was capable of in Fata Morgana, it was because I thought that would be most impactful from an outside POV. Yeah, that's a really intense moment for the pilots, but by showing it at a remove, I was able to focus on how preternaturally effective the combination of developed skill and fine-tuned machine really was -- underscoring the thread throughout Wishing on Space Hardware of how damn scary Tekkadan's legacy is for everyone outside their bubble.

14) how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I don't exactly feel what the characters feel. They're not really feeling anything, they're words on a page. What I'm generally doing instead is looking for the right words and tempo to hit the pitch of an emotion. It's almost like music, I think, in that emotions have a rhythm to them that alters the character voice, and it's a question of tuning the scene until it conveys the right quality. Even something as simple as how the sentences are laid out can have an impact on that.

So for me, it's an exercise in finding the best combination of tricks and description to hit the note I want to convey. And yeah, a part of that is always going to be drawing on my own experiences and trying to capture what those feelings were like. But that's not always as helpful as you'd think. I happen to know exactly what cold fury feels like, for example, but I'm not sure I could describe it beyond simply saying 'cold fury'. That being said, sometimes that's OK. We have these common turns of phrase for a reason, and coupled to the right cues, they can be very powerful.

16) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Lots of ideas, always, but functionally I am currently working on two things. One is just -- all the Yamagi/Shino/+ smut I can think of and think is worth actually attempting to write. Currently a prospective six chapters of various lengths, a variety of situations and additional factors. It'll hopefully be a good time!

The second is, surprisingly, not the mooted Wishing on Space Hardware future-fic. That's still percolating as I try to draw together my ideas on it into something concrete. No, I got hit by the urge to invent some entirely new OCs and have them do a heist story.

The basic concept is a twin brother and sister who join a military company some years before everything kicks off with Tekkadan. They have the Alaya-Vijnana surgery and while it works for the sister, the brother is left paralysed from the waist down ala Bilth. Their dynamic follows from this with them swearing to do absolutely everything to stay together (this group isn't the CGS and doesn't throw out the 'failures' but they are not expected to survive long), with the brother, Kais, eventually becoming a strategist while the sister, Inas, being the obligatory a mobile suit pilot. Fast-forward to three or four years after Tekkadan's final stand and they're planning to rob Gjallarhorn on the eve of Martian independence.

I think it'll fun to explore* and ease me back into writing for characters the reader won't automatically know everything about, after several years of just doing fanfic.

*Bear in mind that 'fun' here involves me looking up the Bolivian Army Ending trope, so pitch your expectations accordingly.

20) Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I'm quite fond of a smile that isn't a smile, or isn't quite a smile. I have a thing for performative characters, and the act of shaping oneself to a particular end in general, which leads to toying with what an expression mechanically is and what it is actually conveying. Smiles are just the lowest-hanging branch there, since they are very easy to turn unsettling.

Themes . . . well, I'm not not making a habit of poking at the wider political implications of settings, either to jab at what they're saying or just to find the potential plot-hooks that fall out of events, that the original piece of media didn't find time to explore. It wouldn't be accurate to say I set out to produce political fics: I like the aesthetic of political manoeuvring more than I care to write tracts. But I do enjoy thinking through the hows and whys of a fictional society, and contrasting different levels within it.

And if it can be called a common setting, then I will be found writing exclusively in the one from canon. I just don't really do AUs, certainly not the kind that transpose characters somewhere vastly different. If I like something, I will generally like it on its own terms. I think it's an admirable skill to be able to pull off setting or genre transposition in a way that makes sense, but I'm not interested in trying it myself.

27) What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

I'm not sure how to answer that.

For least, it's less any one task and more reaching the point of having done it so often that I get fed up with it. I will edit until I'm sick of the sight of my own words, or wear myself out of writing for spells at a time. But neither of them are tasks I find onerous in their own right.

For most . . . I think I just like being in the flow of writing, whatever particular task I'm working on at the time.

34) Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Not a damn clue. Better than I am now, hopefully. That's all I can wish for.

35) What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

That they're people too.

Proper villains, those who deserve the title and aren't merely antagonistic forces, should act with the same level of interiority and depth as protagonists. They should have desires and motivations, aims they want to achieve and personalities that shape their actions.

They can absolutely be shallow, vain and cruel, but those are all things real people can be and it's always worth asking, as you would of any other character, 'how did they get to be this way?'

Nobody wakes up one day deciding to be evil. There's always a yesterday that made it seem like the best option.

40) If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Aye aye. Coming from the person who's done the most (i.e. any) art influenced by my writing, I can't help feel this is a loaded question! :)

Honestly, there's a whole bunch of characters I'd love to be able to draw myself, or failing that, get commissioned one day. Almiria's gang in particular -- I know Almiria's costume looks like a mix of McGillis-as-general and Relena from Gundam Wing in her Sanc Kingdom outfit, and that Almiria grown-up takes after Gaelio, but it'd be nice to be able to render that in something like IBO's actual style. Similarly with things like post-everything Shino (purple jacket and all), Yamagi in the pilot-suit with short hair, or the Goibniu pilots. I think I just want to be able to draw anime stuff at all, honestly!

Scenes though . . . hmm. For the purposes of structuring my thoughts, I'm going to take liberties and go through all of WoSH in order to see if I can work out which scenes I'd like to see the most.

A Handful of Rusted Petals: Almiria and Bael.

The Grandmaster: This doesn't actually have any non-canon scenes per se, but I'd be interested in what someone might draw based off it, as a concept.

To Catch a Falling Star: Any (all?) of the reunion scenes.

Fragments of You/Pieces of Me: The end scene in bed, where Shino is asking if Yamagi just made a dick joke (he 100% did).

Let Sleeping Angels Lie: Eugene walking in on Shino while Shino is topless and showing Sri his arm.

Between Family: Again, the final scene, mostly for grumpy!Yamagi puncturing the heartfelt conversation.

The Ares Affair: The moment Ride shows up.

The Haunting of Takaki Uno: Takaki confronting Elion, specifically when he asks directly about Galan Mossa.

Frozen Sunlight: The Turbines' games-night.

Of Obsessions and Erotemes: Iverson in cold storage, looking at the bodies.

Revolution for Beginners and Polyamory for Dumbasses: The training scene with Trow, Ride and Hirume. (There's obviously a bunch of stuff in this, but I think that's the one I'd enjoy seeing.)

Under a Crescent Moon: Just anything with Ordsley struggling with everything.

Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure: Oh, the moment everyone has to run away from an avalanche of Haros, absolutely.

Hope Against Hope: The scene with the mirror, I think.

Love, Death and Cannoli: Probably Shino being dumbstruck by Yamagi in the pilot-suit (though I am very fond of Shino getting bullied by the Turbine kids, too).

Fata Morgana: Argi dealing with a drunk Kim.

We Three Kings: Oooo. I can't choose for this one. At a certain point, this is all a series of really big important moments. Probably the fight in the office or the confrontation in the council chamber, if we have to narrow it down, though there's also Lin and Almiria.

History of a Catastrophe: Embi and Asher in the garden, definitely.

Ragnarök in G Minor: Oh, you, specifically, will absolutely know it when we get there. (But also this one is chock full of climactic confrontations so there's dozens I'd love to see in image form!)

Day in the Light: Not posted it yet, but the penultimate scene of WoSH is a very fun one that I'd love to see drawn.

44) What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

Most often cludging a sentence in the edit. I have a bad habit of missing words, or otherwise reading what I think is one the page, so it's nice to have someone to catch those!

61) Why do you continue writing fics?

You can . . . stop writing them?

74) You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

I think it'd basically include all the answers to question 20. Bonus points for extended exposition scenes that double as character interactions, doppelgangers of some description, and being a post-canon continuation.

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Phew! Thanks for asking and asking so many!

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[quinnthebard]

wip wednesday

still on my Astarion bullshit, this is a snip of a future chapter of my fic Siren Song on AO3. Full rough draft, no editing passes yet, I'm just happy with how it's coming together.

After the encounter with the Gur, Astarion senses that Sarynna is avoiding him and that wouldn't do for his plan to manipulate her so--sigh--he supposes he'll check in on her.

CW: Self-harm

Sarynna had been avoiding him.

Not that it bothered him—not in any way that mattered. It was just such an inconvenience to his plan. He had to ensure she wanted to keep him around lest the others decide he was no longer worth having at camp. Pouting, he stared at the mirror where his reflection did not stare back. Perhaps a show of good faith, checking in on her, was in order. Yes, that’s what friends do. She had squirreled away into her tent nearly an hour ago and hadn’t peeked out since. Maybe he could help.

Ew.

Hopefully it wasn’t anything too bad and they could go back to bantering like fools again. That was fun. Teasing Sarynna was much better than brooding Sarynna and few others were as open to his favored discussion points as she was. In some ways, she was another boon gained after being kidnapped by the ilithids and one he didn’t intend to lose quite yet.

Heaving a sigh, he turned and made his way across camp. He could see the flicker of candlelight through the canvas and hear her rustling within as he approached. Out of habit, he knocked on a pole outside before remembering he didn’t have to be invited in and just strode through the flap.

Then it dawned on him just what she had been doing.

“I couldn’t help but notice that my favorite—” He had begun carefree with his words, expecting her to be simply reading or meticulously cleaning her weapons as she seemed so fond of doing.

Astarion hadn’t expected to walk into her tent to see her bandaging her thigh. First, the scent of her blood was so strong, so suspiciously fresh. Then he saw her weapon out, cast aside, blood still on the blade and glistening in the candlelight. Last, he saw the look of horror on Sarynna’s face, as if she were caught doing something awful.

“What the fuck, Sarynna?” Misplaced anger laced his words and she flinched at the bite behind them.

“It’s nothing. Just wrapping an old—”

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell the difference between old and fresh blood.”

Approaching, he ignored the tension in his chest as she scrambled to hide what she had done from him. As he knelt beside her, her fingers gripped the bandage roll tightly, knuckles white, and on her leg next to the eight scar lines was a ninth newly added, angry, and red.

“Past reminders.” The words were hissed out from between clenched teeth, his jaw aching as he tried to overcome his anger. Anger he didn’t understand. Why would he be upset about this? He didn’t care what she did to her own body. He didn’t care why she’d choose to—

“Why?”

She looked away, staring at the ground. The silence lasted so long, he thought he’d have to press her for answers, demand an explanation but just as he prepared to try again, she spoke. “To remember those that didn’t deserve death.”

He considered their day. The redcaps, the hag, Mayrina’s close call, and— “The Gur.”

“He was just doing his job.”

“He was out to get me.”

“I know. And we did what we had to for ourselves. That doesn’t make killing him right.”

“What else would you have proposed?”

“He didn’t know! He had no clue who you were. By all rights, you shouldn’t have been able to stand before him in the daylight like that. We could have fed him misinformation, lied, misdirected him far away from us and yet safe.”

“You don’t know that would have been enough.”

“I also don’t know that it wouldn’t have been.” Her fingers dug into the dirt floor of her tent. “I don’t enjoy killing, Astarion.”

“Then why did you—“

“I allowed it because, in the moment, it felt like the only way. I take care of my own and—for better or worse—that includes you.” He hated how that stung, but she continued before he could react to them—words tumbling from her mouth as she confessed her guilt.

“That man was a threat but that doesn’t mean I don’t regret what I did.”

“You did what was right.”

“Just because you hate the Gur doesn’t mean he deserved it.”

“The feeling is mutual. They hate me just as much as I do them.” He’d argue they hated him far before the seeds of his own distaste were even planted. For what? He still didn’t know why but they were there and integral in the event that changed the course of his afterlife. That was reason enough for him to foster a healthy distrust of the people.

“You don’t know what they’ve done.”

“Don’t judge the actions of a few on the whole of a people.”

Astarion scowled, unsure how to respond. He knew the Gur and they were not trustworthy but arguing this was pointless. Not while Sarynna laid here bleeding by her own hand. He needed her.

So, taking the bandage from her firm grip, he began to wrap her wound with practiced motions. He’s bound his own many a time before, ensured all was cared for and treated to prevent infection. This was no different—barring the fact that he was treating someone else but the fundamentals were the same.

“You don’t have to.” Her protest was weak, the usual strength and bite in her words lost in the vulnerability of the moment.

“I do.”

And he did. He couldn’t help but feel a little responsible for this—as much as he hated it. They sat in silence as he worked, neither willing to break the tension between them quite yet. It felt as though the world was holding its breath, waiting and watching to see what would happen next.

Would this flimsy alliance fail?

He tied off the bandage, tight but comfortable. Sarynna hardly winced as he did so, unwilling to show discomfort.

Finally, he broke the quiet in a rare moment of vulnerability. “Thank you.”

Her brow furrowed and she hummed in question. Of course she didn’t understand, he barely did. For so long it’s been him against the world, survival his only goal. He never had protection that he couldn’t manifest on his own. Until now.

“Thank you for choosing me. For choosing to protect me.”

“Like I told you before, I protect my own.”

“You’d be surprised by how easy it is for people to turn on a monster.”

A pause. He could feel her eyes on him, surveying him. He refused to meet her gaze, instead pointedly staring at the candle resting on top of a crate, but then he felt her warm fingers turn his head to look at her.

“You are only the monster you choose to be.”

He’s not sure what he recoiled at—her words or her touch. Both felt like alcohol on a fresh wound, intended to heal yet stung with the intensity of a roaring fire. Their truth rang between them as her hand remained suspended in the air, her lips parted in surprise.

“I’m sorry.” Sarynna put her hand in her lap, wincing as it laid on her bandaged wound before she shifted more comfortably. “I just meant… I meant that our choices are what makes us and while I have made some poor choices myself, that doesn’t mean I can’t make better ones in the future. Everyone has that chance.”

“Not everyone.” Spawn don’t. They only have orders and pain and torment and if they exercise their free will outside of their master’s wishes, that too was taken and swiftly squashed.

“Perhaps.”

“But now you do. Right? Along with being able to stand in the sun?”

He pursed his lips. He did have freedom, at least a little. He proved that when he broke Cazador’s edict and fed from her. But acknowledging that meant accepting other truths, taking responsibility for things he’s done. No. He’s what Cazador molded him to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Bonus from later in the chapter:

He saw her shift her hand, almost reaching out to his before she settled it on the ground beside her, obviously unsure of what was fine after earlier. The restraint was meaningful and he felt a tell-tale twinge in his chest, one certainly not related to his centuries dead heart.

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[prof-polaris]

heya - get some good rest?

some new posts dropped, other people have been sending in questions. i'll summarise what might be important, but it's definitely possible i've missed stuff through lack of context, so i attached all the posts to look through i'm curious how much of what's about your/'your' past is actually accurate. we might be able to find clues in what's been changed.

ask: did you consult uxie on this; answer: yes of course + team galactic as justification for bringing back old alpha zoroark guarding the cave. logical explanation here

ask: flicker's personality; answer: sweetheart, cuddly and clingy, lazy and sleeping most of the time, favourite pets are muzzle rubs. might be able to determine if something's off from how you remember...

ask: have you had a pokemon named tiph; answer: one of flicker's littermates adopted to a nice family in unova. whoever asked didn't give any reason for asking that specific name but hopefully it didn't raise suspicion

ask: would you ever own a hisuian zoroark; answer: no, first i don't like the word own, we'll be partners and equals, second they're powerful and owning one may not be safe due to poor health plus long fur and such. possibly look at the exact wording closer here?

ask: tell us more about flicker; answer: wasn't allowed pokemon growing up due to poor health and them being too energetic and/or allergies, but when flicker was born he was perfect due to gentle and short fur. how much of that is what was the case for you?

ask: plans for bringing chroma corp to greater heights; answer: conservation of native pokemon + hisuian variants, mother is working on funding hospitals more. sounds logical enough

ask: relationship with parents; answer: 'Aww, I love my parents of course. They've given me the best life they could have :)' insert X doubt meme here. and professionally worked pretty hard but that makes sense

ask: about 'yourself' + uncle's house; answer: 'you' enjoy the snow, swimming, and playing with the pokemon in the area, and house used to be a daycare, is owned by lilliana and violet, and is thought abandoned. the former - if the swimming is made up i at least give them points for swimming being super helpful for fibro; the latter - you'd be more sure than i am on whether they actually don't know or are just pretending

ask: interaction with uxie; answer: did have a couple when young, it's where the yellow in eyes comes from. not explicitly saying anything about being chosen, although this could be implicitly saying it - not familiar enough with the concept for if anyone would see that and think 'ah, chosen'

this. i am not sure what to think about it - in the best-case scenario they legitimately just want to bring back the hisuian variants and are just using your image to help get people interested in the idea for. some reason????? but i'm worried it could be a defamation attempt, now i think about it. if 'you' bring back zoroark and someone is promptly attacked by one - say, perhaps, the one that is currently pretending to be you - then 'you' will probably be blamed for it... and there's always the possibility that it's not aimed at you but something regarding all of sinnoh. bringing it back to an earlier time perhaps, though what would that even accomplish for them? makes even less sense than the whole hoenn weather debacle...

anyway. i'll keep you updated on anything that i see, though i'm a little out of it today (almost certainly unrelated. i got completely different bureaucracy going on here) so i'm not sure how much i'll be able to get out of them myself.

stay safe, okay? and---i'm sorry about worrying you with potentials yesterday. i hope maple took good care of you, can you thank her for me?

[attached is every post from chroma corp in text form for easy searching, with timestamps and image metadata and descriptions included] //so i don't have to copy-paste them all and lengthen this unnecessarily

okay. this is a lot, let me try and address all these separately...

consulting Uxie makes sense, my parents do that before doing just about anything.

Flicker's personality is all accurate from when he was a cyndaquil, although he was never really lazy and sleepy. if anything, he followed me around constantly, he was always on that move...i hope his health is alright...

asking about Tiph is ballsy, but their response was smart, saying she was adopted out. They're being very careful not to mention any pokemon they don't currently have..

hah! flexing the power of a hisuian zoroark. actually, they might have taken that as a bit of a threat based on that phrasing. i wonder if my father captured them or if they're a wild zoroark...if they're captured this may not be what they want to some extent...

my poor health..yeah i'm allergic to most furred pokemon and grass types, and i had some other health stuff going on at the same time, so finding a partner pokemon for me was hard. they're pretty correct on that front, although most of the allergy stuff stopped being a problem when i was old enough to take medicine for it

the conservation and hospital stuff all seems right, those were Chroma Corp goals from the beginning.

aha. ahahaha. yeah no the loving the parents is a bold faced lie, but i suppose if the truth was told about that it wouldn't look good

i can sort of swim, although i wouldn't say i enjoy it. i'm not very good, have to use a kickboard. i still do it cause as you said it's good for fibro. interesting that they said auntie owns it still and its abandoned. my parents know it was left to me in uncles will, although i guess saying that would sound a bit weird and leave opportunity for more questions

a 'few' interactions. haha. more like twice weekly. arc. they are right about the eyes thing though.

...all your theories seem viable. it's hard to Know what my parents are thinking. i appreciate you keeping me updated though :)

Maple took very good care of me and she got all the pets, i'll give her extra thanks for you

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[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Eleven/Amy/Rory Update Pt. ?

Today's word count on posted/drafted/the like is 52k which, for six days, is a little bit insane, I'm not gonna lie. About 10k of that is my Let's Kill Hitler rewrite, which will probably gain a couple thousand more tomorrow. This episode took a LOT of work to rearrange, not only to fix the stupidity of the Season 6 River Song plot (goodbye, Silence, don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya), but also having to rewatch the episode for inspiration grossed me out so much with all of the blatant sexism/"sexy" moments/absolutely weird vibes. The whole Doctor/River marriage has some rancid vibes because not is her whole identity wrapped around him, birth to grooming-to-be-an-assassin to being TOLD she'll fall for him to sacrificing her regenerations for him, but also the Doctor/River romance completely falls apart for me because they only get married/have a relationship because they're both told by the other that they will. We never see any organic build-up whatsoever.

So hopefully in this 'verse, you'll find this version of Let's Kill Hitler better than the original. Amy and Rory get to actively participate in and are actually important in the quest to find their baby, the person who kidnapped River makes more sense, River's motivations make more sense (both for killing the Doctor and then eventually helping him come back), and we leave off on a fun tease for the next episode!

...Why did I write out my tease for tomorrow's fic post in today's update? Is it because I'm a bit sleep deprived right now? Probably.

Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun not only writing for the immediate next fic in the series, but continuing to brainstorm/outline/write for future updates as well (the process may sound insane, but it satisfies the ADHD well). I got into watching a bit of Thirteen's run today and it gave me a lot of inspiration for Eleven's post-regeneration era, even if that is getting further and further away because of some of the one-off ideas that are inserting themselves into the middle of Eleven's era, including a River-POV fic about her finding her own way in the universe OUTSIDE of the Doctor, a fun poisonous-hallucinations fic that serves as a great character study of Rory, and an explanation for/introduction to Clara as a character. Tons of fun!

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[trashcanwithsprinkles]

aight im just here for a quick (had to come back to the top after i finished writing to say i say quick and then promptly write every single thought my mind is spawning) one because now my brain is functional instead of sleepy so i could read your response proper

i sure hope this read more works bc i only just realised i can apparently indeed insert these on asks and- yeah. i try to spare others' dashes when i can,,

(this was supposed to be short i swear, but your response also got my floodgates wide open 💦)

before the main rambly section i have to just say random or more specific teams good 👍 I've always been more on the casual side for teams, and still am, even if I do try to strategise a bit more seriously nowadays (i have no idea how "serious" that actually is, though. probably not very). very much a "win with the ones you love, not who people say are the strongest" person here, which naturally doesn't usually fit best in a competitive setting unless you learn how to do it really well, and I doubt I'm quite at that level, but hey, I try a little at least. in fact, I rather doubt I'd have even gotten to this point of slightly competitive if it weren't for my stubborn streak and *cough* my sibling learning a little bit. that's really what started it. suddenly losing every fight had me itching to catch up so that at least it was relatively even. that, and what I learned from that was actually really useful for a really specific game (battle revolution on the wii- the hardest battles on that are so much suffering without a strong team with strategy- well, i had the other game version so i didn't personally experience it, but i witnessed my sibling suffering against a water spout choice scarf kyogre that annihilated things terrifyingly well. my game's version of that fight was mildly kinder, but still rather tough), so, uh, yeah. somehow i ended up at the point of semi-serious but hopefully still mostly fun. ...I remember asking for help testing a semi-serious semi-fun team for an oc once and my sibling was facing my porygon-z with a jolteon. i'd given the porygon-z an iron ball and trick. it was glorious. moments when porygon-z can outspeed a jolteon (the reaction was wonderful :'D). so yeah, I love fun teams with a hint of seriousness :D anyway-

why do i feel like i am about to speed read pokespe all the way from the start again lmeo (i'll have to check the oras chapter since you've got me curious now, thank you :] ) also childe an unholy mix of red and gold holy shi- that sent me- apparently that got a tiny noise out of me bc someone asked if something was funny. okay. moving on,

didn't really expect an explanation of why it's the specific number of 5 for each of them, but that's so specific and so valid. i can totally see that, that makes a lot of sense to me?? i never really thought about it but 5 does feel like a more balanced number...

i also totally missed the note about nidoqueen maybe for childe?? i saw the others, just. not nidoqueen. but you're right, nidoqueen would fit. so now in my mind there's a war of who would be most fitting for that last team slot, because they all would fit,, pawmot is both adorable and looks like it could be a bit of a cute menace in battle (and i think that its secondary typing is fighting also fits, because, y'know, fighting-), luxray- i am biased towards luxray i can't quite explain it. luxray is cool and also in terms of delusion, well- the black fits. obviously more than that, too- i just can't quit think of how to put that in words though. gengar would definitely be cool to represent the abyss a lil, also because my word are those things speedy and they can be annoying in a fight. and, yeah, nidoqueen would fit too. it'd be cool both from the perspective of maybe abyss representation on his team and also you know? sometimes there would be like one pokemon on a seemingly type-specific team that just stands out? it'd be like that. i can't quite explain why gengar wouldn't give me as much of that vibe (maybe because ground and water are "further apart" as far as types go, in my mind).

zhongli- first of all, that's way too many options for my mind to sort through and ramble about, though that's possibly for the better??? although i am inclined to say bastiodon, claydol and torterra seem to fit the vibe better (drampa as a joke absolutely, though), but that's not a particularly thought-through response, just the impression i happen to be getting at this moment. also you're right,,,, the lack of suitable dragon types is..... painful, to say the least,,, i kinda have to wonder why there have to be so few- and i could be wrong, but the older generation ones would probably fit better than the newer generation ones, just from what little i've seen 😔 ngl, i struggle a bit with some of the newest gens' designs, probably just because they feel rather different to the ones i am used to, though

xiao- well. now then. silver vibes, huh- okay, i hadn't thought of that. i think i can see it, of course no mistreating his pokemon, yes. and i can definitely see him having an umbreon or mightyena. crobat and shedinja would also be cool though yes. a particular vibe. shedinja is just,,, funky, anyway. also small. ish. i love how xiao's team spot on your showdown there is simply called tiny. no poking fun, just... that's so cute,, though none of them really stand out more than the others to me... huh. if it was umbreon or mightyena, he'd have a majority of dark types. that's interesting.

i literally can't think of anything to say for what you said for the twins. im just sitting here nodding because- yeah. that all fits very nicely. it just fits so nicely. the matching duos. so so good. also childhood shared pokemon eevee,,, that's a beloved idea,, i love that a lot

and going straight to the battle formats, then. doubles for the twins really only makes sense now that you mention it. just- that's what'd be natural for them... really love your ideas on the battle formats for the others, too. ... childe doing triples sometimes just for the chaos is definitely something that would happen. oh and i absolutely have to agree with the ideas for him and the contests- he would. he just would. also, when it comes to contests, i guess it's not that different from- like, in his character stories, it mentions that one tiny bit about public performances, that he often watches them and even sometimes participates? it fits perfectly with that kind of thing. he would make top tier pokeblocks and/or poffins too i bet.

... i think i've hit the end of the response thought ramble. my word did that become like, 10 times longer than what i originally thought and intended,,,, *glances at time* I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR AND A HALF??? why- why am i even surprised. any true ramble takes me so much time to write and (legit quickly) check but,,, what.

well then. 👍👍 thanks for your ramble, and uh, thanks for letting me ramble on your ramble?? fr though, if i ever ramble a bit too much, let me know,,, anyway, would love to enable you more on this wherever and whenever possible. as i think i already kinda commented before i passed out last night, looking forward to seeing the kamisato siblings and thoma for this au :D

hahah no worries, i can't see the read more on the ask so i guess we'll have to see if it works once this is posted

i welcome the rambles dw EDIT: well yours doesn't work, it seems. i shouldn't be surprised, this is tumblr, after all

you're so right, childe would make the meanest poffins and pockeblocks. tonia would pull up to school with the best-smelling pastries and everyone would be like where'd you get those??? where'd you buy them???????? and she'd make this proud pose n be like 'my brother made them' like it's some exclusive chic store or smth. watch her make an empire in seventh grade selling childe's poffins to her classmates lmao

i feel like most of the ground and rock types fit zhongli, it's only a matter of picking which works best. and i think there being no dragon types that match is probably to do with the only chinese dragon-looking pokemon being...............................gyarados..................... and the rest aren't anywhere near the same vibe. like half the dragon pokemon don't even look like dragons. vibraba would've been a perfect fit with its type but why does it have to look like a bug?? like i know why but still. also dragonair. everything in that line up to dragonair would be perfect if only the last evo wasn't such a departure from the previous two.

also there's definitely a noticeable difference between the newer gen's designs, but i think it was bound to happen. times change. and you're right in that it's probably just bc we're not used to them. i mean they do put out some banger designs sometimes so it isn't like the quality has gone down as drastically as some would say. or at all. and saying the later designs are bad just bc i don't like them would imply i like all the designs from the older gens without exceptions. which isn't the case.

anyway uh- yeah, the kamisato siblings + thoma piece is in the works, but it might take a bit what with the whole.... arranging all three of them + all their pokemon (which makes 15)

so------ thank you! always happy to get rambly comments hahah

#<3

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirty Six

White Lilac

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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After you, Atsumu, and Kana meet up with Rhodes, you all run straight into his car. Rhodes then drives off as fast as he can, taking you away from the pier for good. You try to collect your breath and your thoughts as he races down streets before finally pulling into the lot outside of his apartment. Though it's small, and definitely not in the best neighborhood, you're beyond appreciative that you're now finally safe.

As Atsumu helps you out of the car, Rhodes does the same with Kana. You follow the two of them upstairs to his apartment. Inside, you and Atsumu slowly wander over to his blue couch while he takes Kana down the hall into another room.

While you and Atsumu are alone, he helps you sit down and takes the seat beside you. He looks at your face worriedly, noticing all the fresh bruises and scrapes left behind by Kuguri against your face.

"What happened?" he asks cautiously as he takes your puffed-out cheek in his hand. 

You try your best to explain to Atsumu the whole situation, but your brain is so foggy and you are literally on the verge of tears which makes it so difficult to explain. You tell him about Daisho and the hole in the wall, about your stay with the other girls, and about how Kuguri found you, but your stories are all out of order and don't make much logical sense.

Atsumu sighs and gives up waiting for your explanation. You shouldn't owe him any explanation anyway, none of this is your fault and he knows that. So instead, he gets up and walks over to the kitchen. You watch him as a few tears roll down your face. He grabs a cup and a small rag, runs both of them under the sink, and comes back to you.

He gently hands over the cup of water for you to drink. Though you're in absolutely no mood for it, you accept it anyway and take a small sip. When you hand it back, he places the damp rag against a few of your scrapes. 

When you wince away, Atsumu gently cups the back of your head and holds you still. "It's alright, Y/N, this'll help. I promise. I know I can't take away all the pain but at least let me try. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I can't believe I let you slip away from me..."

As he trails off, he places his forehead against yours. You wish you could smile, but all you can do is cry. You reach your hand to the side of his face and slowly bring his lips to yours. You're sure all he can taste is salty tears, but the gesture is enough to show him your gratitude.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," he whispers. "It's all my fault."

"Don't say that," you respond quietly. "It's not your fault. You won't lose me."

The second time you kiss him, you hear someone clearing their throat from not too far away. When Atsumu pulls back, you see Rhodes standing nearby.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Kana just passed out in my bed."

"Oh," Atsumu clears his throat before he speaks. "Is she alright?"

"She's fine, I just don't want to disturb her," he shrugs. "But," he then continues as he takes a step closer to you, "that was my only spare room. I don't really have anywhere else for you two to, uh, sleep... Hopefully," he says, whispering the last word to himself.

You and Atsumu look at each other not really sure what to say.

After about an hour, once Rhodes gives in and sets up an arrangement for the two of you 'like the children you are,' you set up the couch as your bed and slide yourself under the blanket Rhodes had given you. Atsumu lies down just beneath the bed. Though Rhodes told him he could sleep anywhere on the rug, he chose to stay as close to you as he could.

You sigh as you stare up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. "Tsumu?" you whisper, "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he replies, causing a tiny grin to grow on your cracked lips.

"Thank you," you tell him, "and I'm sorry."

"For what? You have nothing to be sorry for," he responds as he shifts around in his spot to sit up. When you look to the side, you see his worried face watching you curiously.

"I should have told you where I was going," you shake your head. "I don't know why I didn't, I feel so shitty for leaving you in the dark."

"Y/N, you had no idea any of this bullshit was even going to happen. It's okay. Really," he assures you.

As another horrible attempt for a smile blooms across your scarred face, Atsumu reaches his hand to the back of your head and kisses you softly. "Goodnight, Y/N," he then whispers.

"Night," you hum as he pulls away. He then looks down at your hand and takes it in his as he lies down. Your heart flutters at the gesture. Though he's laying beneath you, he's still doing every little thing to make sure you feel the same. You can feel your heart rate quicken as he squeezes it tight and calls your name once more.

"Yeah?" you respond as you close your eyes, trying to relax.

"The other night when you saved my drunk ass from the bar. I mean, for so long... probably since I met you. Shit, I've always had feelings for you. I just didn't know if I should tell you- if I could tell you- I didn't know how you'd react 'cause of-"

"Don't," you interrupt. "Please, I already know what you're going to say 'cause I feel the exact same."

"You do?" he asks, almost choking on air upon hearing your confession.

"Yeah," you chuckle. "I like you, too, Atsumu. I couldn't imagine my life without you. You've helped me get through so much. You really mean the world to me and the longer I stay with you, the more I want to be with you."

"Then I hope you will," he smiles to himself. 

"When you ask me while I'm not half asleep and my face doesn't look like it's being affected by a Stinging Jinx."

Atsumu laughs at your response. "Glad to see you're feeling better."

"All thanks to you," you happily hum. "Now, for real this time, good night."

"Sweet dreams."

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[mitnix]

A/N;Hello hello! Hope you're well reader! This is just a little story I'm making for fun a quest for Mitsuri from Demon Slayer to find a bunch of pink hair characters that someone calls her siblings in different timelines and reunite them, with the help of Obanai, she goes out and starts so...here's chapter one! This is also on Wattpad so yeah, if you find something like this then it's probably this! Also characters maybe ooc since I haven't wrote demon slayer characters before, let's begin shall we?

CHAPTER ONE;LOOK FOR THE PINK HAIR?

MITSURI'S POV

I was asleep, or at least I think so! I kept hearing this racket in my room, so I quickly woke up. "Hello?" I hesitantly whispered, I had no idea what time it is, but it was the middle of night, that's all I could tell.

Despite not seeing a shadow, or person, a voice responded back. "Hello there Mitsuri Kanroji, you must be very confused about who I am, but don't fear I am no harm to you or your fellow Pillar members, I need to tell you something."

This voice is so mysterious, gah it's so cool! Wait no! Mitsuri calm down, just be a little more weary of the voice. Finally calming down, I decided to go with a more weary choice of words. "Well...what do you need to tell me!" Crossing my arms and huffing. Hopefully that could make the voice think I was being weary of it.

"You seem to be weary of me, very good choice for anyone, anyway, I have a quest for you, look for the pink hair." Look for the pink hair? That's so strange, what the heck?! "Sorry I have more, look for the people listed on this piece of paper, those are your siblings." Siblings? I mean yes I have siblings, but aren't they all accounted for at my old home?

My childhood home...shaking my head and looking forward. "They're your siblings, but in different time periods. It's very confusing, but trust me it's a thing." Okay now I'm glad that I acted weary, because now I am. Different time period siblings, what the actually heck?!

"If you don't believe me that's fine, and also natural, just go and find them all, reunite them with you and the rest then it'll make sense." A piece of paper flew infront of my face and landed on my lap. The voice said goodbye and the racket stopped.

"What a strange dream." It had to be a dream, there's no other explanation, I'm going back to 'sleep.' and if I wake up and that piece of paper is still there, then I'll know I didn't dream that up.

It was now morning, and it's going be a beautiful day, I can tell! Getting up, out of bed to do my morning routine, cause my hair making three braids, isn't going do it itself! Though it would be amazing! Hearing something fall, I look the left of my bed and found a piece of paper, now on the floor.

"Now what's this?" I questioned to myself and then everything came back to me. It wasn't a dream...I have siblings in different time periods?! Quickly snatching up the paper and ran for my bathroom, I had to show this to Oyakata-Sama, as soon, as I see him.

Once finished, I ran. Opening up the paper reading names of my 'siblings.' the names were strange, but really pretty! I finally reached Demon Slayer Corps HQ and I was actually met with Oyakata-Sama. "Oyakata-" I was cut off with his voice and soft smile.

"Ah yes Love Pillar Mitsuri Kanroji, I already know what you're here for." He does?! That's so cool!! It could be seen on my face, I could tell with my mouth having a smile, on it.

"I would question how I know, but that's for a different time, I'm going send you out for that mission, if you want you can bring someone." I can bring someone? That's so considerate!

Without even thinking his name came out of my mouth. "Let me bring Obanai please!" I bowed, he nodded and the two girls always by Oyakata-Sama, left to find Obanai, or well that's a guess!

After a couple minutes, they came back, with the taller then them male, with his lovely snake! Always looking so cool! "Yes, you needed me Oyakata-Sama?" He bowed and soon found out I was right there, I waved to him and he quickly arvetred his eyes.

"Yes Obanai, I did, I've got a mission for both of you." Before Obanai could even question what the mission was about, we were sent out with a good luck from the two girls and started to walk.

"Well Obanai I've got the mission right here!" Showing him the paper and he showed interest in it quickly. "Well what's it about?"

"Uh.." Looking at the names I started to count them, there were ten in total, okay this seems like a simple lie to do, I'm sorry Obanai.

"There's ten people that recently got kidnapped by a demon, it was awful, so they're sending us out to rescue them!" He nodded and then we kept going. I had no idea where to start, on finding them.

So I looked at the paper once more, I closed my eyes and pointed to one of the names. Opening up the eyes to see the name I pointed to was...

#mitsuri #crossover #demon slayer #obanai #fanfiction

[theshaddowedsnow]

Incorrect Quotes For my original charcters

Above is the generator I used, enjoy this chaos

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Darius: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Silver: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Maria: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Wolva: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Will: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Gwen: Mental stability, my old friend!

Darius: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

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Wolvric: I found a note in one of my old word docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Shino.

Wolvric: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.

Wolvric: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.

Shino: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.

Wolvric: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.

Shino: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.

Wolvric: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Little John: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

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Death: Thanks for not telling Robin what happened.

Ruhl, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

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*Michaela and Ruhl looking at a locked gate into a park*

Michaela: Aw. :(

Ruhl: You know what they say.

Michaela: Please don’t-

Ruhl: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Michaela: Frick-

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Darren: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Anya, rushing in: Darren! Wallen tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

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Apollo: Hopefully Darren has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Darren: Oh, shut up and die Apollo.

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Felicia: I can help you with it!

Darren: Yeah, sure.

Anya: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Aubrey: lol nope.

Wallen: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Apollo: *Read 5:55pm*

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Gwen: You have your weirdly sincere humility.

Will: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

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Sophia: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Fele: That nap time was a punishment.

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Scarlet: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?

Axel: Why should I feed you if you're just gonna die anyways?

Scarlet:

Scarlet: I'll go make my bed-

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Axel: I have very high standards, you know.

Lee: I can make spaghetti...

Axel: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Ravena: Something’s off.

Kiara: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Ravena: No, but that’s funny.

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Wolva: Yesterday, I overheard Anastasia saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ruhl replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Sophia: Look at the buns on that guy!

Shadia: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Maria: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Sophia: I'm not going back to jail!

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Wolva: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Anastasia: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Wolva:

Anastasia: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

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Lee: Bro-

Axel: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Axel: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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Cartel: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Fele: Is that a picture of you?

Cartel: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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Maria: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Aria: It’s not water.

Maria: Vodka! I like your sty-

Aria: It’s vinegar.

Maria: …What?

Aria: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

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Felicia: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds.

Anya: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

Felicia: NO-

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Shadius: I’m this close to falling in love with Kanna.

Marion: Your fingertips are touching.

Shadius: Exactly.

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Kiara: *dies*

Lazerus: Timer starts now! When are they coming back? I say two months!

Lucien: Bullshit. One month.

Silver: Nah, half a month.

Maria, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? KIARA JUST DIED!

Satanna, scratching chin in thought: One week.

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Shino: We have a problem.

Electra: Let me guess, you caused it?

Medicia: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet.

Sophia: And it's another Tuesday, your point?

Scarlet: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up.

Maria: If you mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

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Scarlet: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Axel: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Lee walks in*

Axel: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

#incorrect quotes #writing #original characters

[mysteriouslyme221b]

I'm writing a fic for me, you are welcome to my mindscape.

Based off the line from Mulan 2 " Crickey, I'm gonna break them up!"

Idk where this story is going I have no plan I'm writing and we'll see. This is for me, but please feel free to leave a comment.

" Good moring!" Layla says rather loud and enthusiastically to another student as they all slowly trickle into the class.

Layla is young, 22 year old. She is also a teacher in her home town. Layla never thought teaching would be her calling, but she is really amazing at it and seeing her head start kids recognize words and have fewer bathroom accidents brings more joy then she ever thought possible.

Layla has always been young at heart, although she is in her early twenties, she is still mistaken for a student at the school. Often hearing the tell tale " Why aren't you in class?", from another teacher who isn't familiar with her always makes her laugh and roll her eyes.

Layla teaches head start, it's a program for low income kids to start school a year early so that the child and parent feel prepared for the start of kindergarten. Although head start is an excellent program that all families wish to send their child to and can.

When Layla started her new position at the school, just a few months prior, the room they gave her was obviously used as summer storage. The room was essentially a blank canvas, meaning she could freely arrange the room without the input of the teachers who have been there longer. Hopefully.

As soon as she finished placing the last chair and cleaning the dust off, there was a knock at her door. It was Principal Barkely, the man who hired Layla, smiling with what looked like two paper to go cups and a large box of some sort.

During the interview with Principal Barkely, Layla got the sense that he found her attractive. Being the beautiful young women she is, she got this vibe from many people all the time.

Layla likes to say she was never pretty until the day of her graduation. She was 17 at the time, and her father told her she was beautiful. After that day, she started to pay attention to how clothes fit and hung on her body. This unfortunately led to a horrible eating disorder. However, with her mother being a well-respected and well-known nurse in this small town, it was easy for her to set up an in home rehab for her little girl.

Layla mom always told her she was amazing. Her father always told her she was his favorite. However, neither her mom nor her dad ever commented on her beauty for the simple reason that they thought their daughter knew just how beautiful she is. She didn't.

Now, in her twenties and one failed relationship in her back pocket, Layla is aware of just how beautiful she is. And how beauty can attract the worst kind of people.

Layla has beautiful tan skin. It's the shade of khaki but brighter, and her undertones are red, pink, and deep chocolate. She has amazing full lips that are chocolate lined and plump red that deepens when she bites them. Her hair is wild, with curls and coils. Having bleached, dyed, cut, and shaved it, it continues to bounce back stronger than before. She is on the short side, being 5'2, with wide hips and a flatter stomach. She is a natural beauty. )She hasn't gone to a gym since sinor year, and she hopes to keep in that way. )

So when her new boss walked into her classroom, that is coincidentally down the hall from the principals office, she knew boundaries were going to have to be set in place.

"Hi!" She greeted happily, not wanting to come off as rude if he was just being friendly.

" Hello, I see you have been more than busy" Mr. Barkely looked around in amazement.

He knew what the old storage room looked like before he hired you. Although he did offer to have a janitor or two help you move things. You told him you wouldn't want to bother them, with the school year fast approaching. Layla was hired last minute as, the previous teacher hired quit with zero explanation.

" Yes, like I said. I'm a hard worker, a fast learner, and I love creating a base love for learning in young children." You said just as you practiced the morning of your interview.

" I moved some old cabinets, to the other storage. I kept a few for art supplies, a place for extra clothes, and sheets, blankets, and cots for nap." Layla begins to explain but Mr. Barkley waves her off with a smile.

" You don't have to explain anything to me..." he starts.

"This was storage if anything had a name that's one thing. " Layla starts to shake her head, going back to think if anything had a name, but she was sure nothing did.

"But you were and still are free to anything you see. I want you to feel comfortable and welcome." He said as he smiled.

Layla smiled in return and swiped her hand across her forehead. It was still August, nearing the end, but that didn't stop the heat.

" Speaking of feeling welcome," Mr Barkely raises the items balanced in his hands, " Don't worry, it's not coffee, it's ice tea to help with the heat." He chuckles.

Layla walks over tword Mr. Barkely, reaching her hand out for the cup. " Thank you, Mr. Barkely." Layla says in a sigh truly thankful, for the drink.

She had come in early, around 6:30 in the morning. She slipped in with a janitor after some convincing that she was indeed a teacher and not a kid wanting to pull a prank. Unfortunately, this meant that she had been working non-stop, for what seemed like maybe a few hours. But when she checked the clock she cleaned and put fresh batteries in at 8, it told her it was now 1:30 in the afternoon.

As she accepted the drink, she could smell what was in the box before she saw. Pizza. It was from her favourite shop downtown.

" Also, a little something to eat, I asked around to see when you got here, and they told me it was early. I saw that you hadn't stopped to eat, so lunch!" He said a little breathless and happy. Layla appreciated the sentiment and motioned over to her new desk and one of the many empty chairs for him to join her.

Layla and Mr. Barkely talked for a minute. Mostly small, talk and some lesson planning.

When she looked at the clock again and noticed it was now 2:15, the pizza was all crust and ger tea was gone.

" Well, would you look at that." She started to say with a yawn. " I have been here almost a full 8 hours! If this is how time works in this building, the school year is gonna fly right by!" Lalya exclaimed .

Mr Barkely turned his head to the clock that hung above the door, and nodded with a frown. " I don't want to keep you any longer, but I do have something else to talk to you about." He started. Layla shifted in her seat, hoping nothing was wrong.

" Because, of what happened woth the teacher prior to you. We canceled the head start program. However, after we hired you, a new list of students started and the old list was forgotten." He looked at Layla trying to say without saying a huge mistake was made.

" So," he continued, " with this being a small town word got around and the parents of the students from the first list are demanding ' first come, first served and they are correct. So the class size for you have unfortunately doubled and you will need an assistant. "

This wasn't bad news at all, maybe a little nerve racking to Layla at first having never had a class size over 10.

" So how many, lovely dovley's are we talking about?" She asked in a little chuckle.

" So far 20, but with an assistant you can have up to 25." Your eyes widening. " They would all alternate days, so you wouldn't have more than 12, but it's gonna be tight ."

Layla is ok with this. She doesn't have much choice. " ok, so who is my assistant?" Layla is curious and hopes whoever they are, likes how she set up the class.

" Again with this all being last minute, the assistant gym teacher, Victor, will be in with you. For the time being, at least. "

Layla loves this idea, a gym teacher has energy and probably very easy going. She hates having children at tables all day. She hates, being at tables all day, so this will bring a little extra energy to the classroom.

Smiling, she says, " I can't wait to meet him!"

#self serve fic #yandere #black characters #black reader #teacher fic