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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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For the smiles corp thingy imagine reader goes to the second meeting out of pure terrior and maybe even the small, little glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe this is all some fucked up prank. Only to find out its not and now they have to deal with being on a date with a scary, yet charming, CEO that wants nothing more than to spoil them 🥰

You’re petrified, clenching the sleeves of your outfit as higher ups you’ve never met before hover over you, inspecting you, nodding in agreement to things you aren’t sure of. They were all acting as if this was some business deal to finalize, rather than explaining why you were really here, and why there was just a tall figure awaiting in the head seat of the boardroom.

“This outfit is nice, but I’m telling you, they need something more revealing!’

“Oh so you WANT other lowly people to look at our employer's spouse?! They need something luxurious but modest! “

“Modest?! Are you a puritan?! Their body should be admired just like the rest of them!”

You wince as their voices echo and raise, feeling tugged back and forth as they refuse to explain what’s happening. You were about to start screaming yourself, to try and get someone's attention, but everything paused abruptly.

The man at the head of the table just raised his hand, and everyone went still. They slowly let go of you, gently patting and smoothing your ruffled outfit with soft apologies as they take their seats.

The man said nothing. Ominously hunched over with hands clasped,he simply stares at you, waiting for you to take your seat at the opposite end of the table.

You knew Lovely Smiles was an odd, dare you say dangerous, corporation, but this figure before you made your skill crawl even worse than the first time they interviewed you.

“Alright! It’s my pleasure to be here with you, Y/N, and have you as a part of our team!” a board member speaks, sliding out a briefcase and rummaging through files. The man still simply stares at you, saying nothing, looking as if he will attack as soon as you simply adjust in your seat.

“Now-” he says, sliding paperwork down the long table to reach you “We have a lot to cover! But before we begin, I would like to say on behalf of us and our amazing, benevolent employer, we’re so happy you agreed to be a part of this company for the long haul!”

They begin talking about the rules, what you could and could no longer do by yourself, what rights you were wavering away as the ominous business man seemed to continue staring at you. He leered at you as you tried to keep up with everything being thrown at you, as if he saw you as some cute trapped little mouse surrounded by big, scary lions.

“Sir, do you have anything to add” a shaky voice asks, tapping papers on the table to straighten them as everyone waits for any sort of response.

The man just hums, and slowly begins to stand, walking down the room with his head held high and his hands behind his back.

“As you all know” a deep voice said, “I have many rules and regulations to keep this company in line. I take pride in making this a wholesome, but clean workplace”

The boardroom goes deathly quiet, some members seeming to shake as he continues to speak. As if they feared being a target for whatever issue he may have. “I don’t tolerate any sort of filth, profanity, or vulgarness. Not at the workplace, anyway” he chuckles, and you watch as some people nervously giggle back, still glued to their seats.

“So, I’d like to add one more thing to the list of conditions my beloved will be signing” he stands behind you, making you feel small, weak, and able to be killed if he so desires. His fingers come to gently play with some of your misplaced hair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you squirm under his gaze.

“If anyone is to touch my love, without strict permission from me, they are to be sent to me directly. I will…terminate them…in any way I see fit. If anyone is caught making them dirty, bruised, overworked, or upset, they are to be sent to me. From there, I will determine how to deal with them before execut-I mean, terminating them. Do we understand?” he barked out, making the members jump from the outburst. “Why yes of course!” Some cheerfully agree, while others nod and keep to themselves.

You wonder why they’re so loyal to the man. What could they possibly have to gain by making you do this? Were they just as twisted and sick? You’re sure the answer would only make you more nauseated.

“Good. Now, I’m sure my love hasn’t eaten today yet…and this meeting is coming very close to lunch time” he says as he watches their reactions “I can’t take them to lunch myself until this contract is fully explained and signed, as you know. So! Who’s willing to go beyond for the company and get us some lunch? I’m sure you’re just as starved afterall”.

They all share a chuckle, and a few raise their hands to take the responsibility, almost scrambling to please the man they work under.

“Hurry” he deadpans, going back to play with your hair as you stay silent, unable to utter anything as the scene unfolds. “So cute…” you hear murmured against your ear, his mouth just centimeters from touching your now heated skin.

“I know I said I hate messes at the workplace but…When I get you home…" he lets his lips press just below your ear, his breath making you shiver "I plan to make quite the mess out of you”.

(Mkay I kinda got a lil horny lmao I hope you liked bean! Sorry for any typos!

-Mommabean)

#Yandere CEO #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #poly yandere #yandere harem #ish #Yandere corporation ??? is that a tag yet?#I'll make it one #mommabean

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tarjapearce · 8 months

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Hear me out the book of life x bbg miguel 😍 it could either be like La muerte reader and xibalba Miguel and if that’s to ooc for Miguel then Manolo Miguel and Maria reader🙏 I feel like it’s a little ooc either way but PLSSS😞🙏

🤭 It's fine dear. I think, Miguel would do a great job as El Catrin, I feel his personality is more inclined to go with it, and the reader, well, Xibalba. Mischievous, kinda tricky but still so so loving and a softie for him :')

No proofread, just randomness ahead

"Why would I want to rule the Land of the Forgotten?" Black wings tucked behind your back as you stared at Miguel. Red eyes blinked unamused at you.

"Why can't we share? I could do a pretty good job too."

"Mi cielo, Who would watch over the land? You have the talent for it."

"You're just saying that cause you don't wanna share. The Land of the Forgotten is boring! With capital B! Nothing ever happens. It's so depressing all the time. No colors, nothing!"

"It's your realm. You're there cause you cheated on a wager." His finger flickered your nose.

You groaned in annoyance. Of course you would try and ask but to no avail. His decision absolute.

"Let's make a wager then." Smirking you planted yourself before him, his nose flared softly but waited for you to finish.

"A wager?"

"Yes. A wager . See those two boys there? They're always fighting for that girl's attention. And you and I know that only one of them will come out victorious."

"And?" His eyebrow quirqued.

"If my boy wins, I'll have your land. If the other boy wins?-"

"You'll stop meddling with the affairs of men" He caressed your cheek before disappearing.

"But it's the only fun I have left, my dear! You scared of not winning?" Your fingers walked over his chest and smirked.

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The wager was on. He had blessed the boy he rooted for with a pure heart, but you on the other hand had given the little jerk of a kid, an ominously beautiful looking black and green medal. The Eternal Life Medal. Whoever wielded it could be no harmed not killed. Your plan had been on a roll without any signs of stopping. Now everything you had to do was wait.

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The two boys turned into men, both persuing their passions. Yours turned into a respectable and famous soldier that always ended up living to tell the tale thanks to his magic medal none knew about. And Miguel's boy had grown into a famous bullfighter. Even though both were different the love they had for the girl, now a lovely looking woman, remained the same.

But you had seen the hesitation in Miguel's part of the bet. Despite him being a famous matador, he didn't wish to inflict any more pain in the poor animal. He wanted to sing.

The woman seemed impressed by his act of mercy. You would have to step up in your game if you wanted the Land of The Remembered.

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A two headed sneak had bitten Miguel's boy, he had gladly took his role among the dead if that meant to rescue his beloved.

A rare sight among the perverse humans. A pure heart. Of course it was cheating, but it'd make you one step closer to be the ruler of such wonderful and colorful land.

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Your name echoed through your old realm as Miguel roared, full of anger. He had discovered what you had done.

"Repugnante hija de burro leproso! Hiciste trampa. Otra vez!" ( You misbegotten daughter of leprous donkey. You cheated. Again!)

"I did not do such thing!"

His boy was there, facing you, needing answers. And so was Miguel.

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You had put Jim through his worst fears, a maze that somehow he was able to decipher, and the final test. El Toro. (The Bull)

A manifestation of every single bull slayed by his ancestors.

Miguel's boy had won the wager. You were to return to your realm.

"I believe you've won the wager again mi amor. Just like my heart, all over again."

His eyes softened and a bony finger was brought to your chin.

"I'm really sorry my love. Would you ever forgive me?"

"I do"

He pulled you closer to give you a deep kiss as the skies exploded in colors.

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(Love this movie btw 🥹❤️)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #t writes✨#book of life

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horeformilfs · 3 months

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Sacrifices in the Name of Love

Alcina Dimitrescu X Fem!Reader

TW: Death, Grief, Suicide, Afterlife

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In the dimly lit library of the imposing castle, Alcina Dimitrescu and Y/N sat with their daughters, wrapped in an atmosphere of warmth and love. The crackling of the fireplace echoed the coziness that enveloped the family. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, the adoring daughters, reveled in the presence of Y/N, a figure they cherished beyond words.

Five years of togetherness, a year and a half of marriage—their bonds were woven into the very fabric of their existence. Y/N, with the extraordinary ability to shapeshift into various animals, brought a unique enchantment to their lives. Yet, little did they know that this enchanted evening would soon unravel into a heart-wrenching tale.

The tranquility shattered when news reached Alcina that an intruder, Ethan Winters, had breached the castle's defenses. Panic etched across her regal features as she made a fateful decision. "Bela, Cassandra, search the castle," she commanded, concern shadowing her face. Daniela, the youngest, was to remain in the library—a sanctuary now marred by impending danger.

As Alcina and Y/N locked the library door behind them, a silent understanding passed between the two. Y/N, determined to protect her newfound family, insisted on aiding the search. Alcina's protests fell on ears attuned to a different calling. "I'm not just a human," Y/N whispered, conviction in her eyes, a testament to the depth of her sacrifice.

They parted ways, promises of a reunion in two hours hanging in the air like fragile threads. Alcina watched Y/N disappear into the labyrinthine corridors, her heart heavy with worry. The castle, once a haven, now echoed with the haunting uncertainty of what awaited them.

As time trickled away, the library stood witness to Alcina's silent vigil. The crackling fireplace no longer whispered tales of warmth; instead, it mirrored the flickering hope in Alcina's eyes. In the looming darkness, the pages of their family's story turned, uncertainty etching its narrative, and the once blissful haven transformed into a poignant waiting room for the unknown.

The echoes of the castle seemed to taunt Alcina as she ventured into its cold, stone corridors. Panic clung to her like a suffocating shroud, the seconds ticking away like the beats of an anxious heart. Desperation etched her regal features as she searched for any sign of Y/N or the intruder who threatened their sanctuary.

Meanwhile, Y/N's search led her to the grand dining room, where the opulence of the setting clashed violently with the impending tragedy. As she prowled through the room, a sudden gunshot pierced the air, sending shivers down her spine. The ominous sound drew her towards the kitchen, where an unthinkable sight awaited her.

The once pristine kitchen now bore the scars of a violent struggle. Bela, noble and fierce, clashed with Ethan Winters amidst shattered glass. A broken window allowed the biting winter air to invade, casting an icy chill over the scene. Bela, weakened by the cold, succumbed to the inevitable, her form crystallizing into delicate remains that glistened in the pale light.

Y/N's heart shattered as she witnessed the loss of one of her beloved daughters. The air seemed to freeze around her, mirroring the unbearable grief that gripped her soul. She knelt beside Bela's crystallized form, her hands trembling as she reached out, a futile attempt to undo the irreversible.

Through tear-streaked eyes, Y/N whispered to the frozen remnants of Bela, words heavy with sorrow. "I'm so sorry, my love. I failed to protect you." The cold silence of the kitchen became a haunting backdrop to the lament of a grieving mother, a requiem for a life extinguished too soon.

Ethan, finally noticing Y/N, made a hasty retreat, leaving chaos in his wake. Y/N, shock still etched across her face, felt a surge of rage coursing through her veins. In that moment of anguish, she transformed into a sleek black panther, a manifestation of the darkness that consumed her soul.

The castle corridors reverberated with the haunting growls of the panther as it pursued the fleeing intruder. Y/N's once-human eyes now gleamed with an untamed ferocity, fueled by a mother's fury. The shadows embraced her as she raced through the labyrinthine passages, guided by an insatiable thirst for vengeance.

Amidst the darkness, Alcina continued her desperate search, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen one of their own. The castle, once a haven of love, now echoed with the anguished cries of a mother and the relentless pursuit of justice in the form of a vengeful panther, lost in the shadows of sorrow and revenge.

In the desolate corridors of the castle, Alcina's frantic search persisted, the weight of each footfall echoing her growing despair. Shadows clung to her like ghosts, haunting her every step as she traversed the cold expanse. Unseen and unheard, she pressed forward, her heart entwined with a mother's fear, an ominous premonition of impending loss.

Meanwhile, Y/N moved through the dimly lit halls, urgency propelling her towards the armory—a once sacred space now marred by the imprints of tragedy. As she entered, the scene unfolded before her like a macabre play, and the air thickened with a sense of foreboding.

Cassandra, the second of their cherished trio, fought valiantly against the unrelenting onslaught of Ethan Winters. Y/N's heart raced as she rushed to intervene, a desperate attempt to shield her daughter from the looming threat. However, in the cruel ballet of combat, Y/N found herself on the receiving end of Ethan's aggression.

Pain lanced through her, both physical and emotional, as the clash continued. The armory, once a bastion of protection, now witnessed the unraveling of familial bonds. Y/N's attempts to protect Cassandra ended in her own injury, the searing pain a visceral manifestation of the sacrifices made in the name of love.

In the midst of the struggle, Ethan, driven by a relentless determination, succeeded in breaking open a section of the castle wall. The frigid air rushed in, a harbinger of doom reminiscent of the winter's frost that claimed Bela and Cassandra's sister. Cassandra, weakened by the biting cold, succumbed to the same icy fate.

Y/N, her gaze fixed on Cassandra's crystallized form, felt the cold tendrils of grief tighten around her heart. Another daughter, full of strength and vitality, stolen away by the merciless hand of death. The echoes of Cassandra's struggle faded into the haunting silence of a life extinguished too soon, leaving Y/N to confront the suffocating void that now enveloped her.

Cassandra, in her final moments, summoned a defiant declaration that would etch itself into Y/N's shattered soul. "You won't escape. You're my prey," she declared, a testament to the unyielding spirit that defined their familial bond even in the face of tragedy.

Ethan, satisfied with his ruthless victory, departed, leaving Y/N alone in the cold, lifeless armory. In the depths of her grief, Y/N shapeshifted back into her normal form and approached Cassandra's crystallized remains. The air hung heavy with sorrow as Y/N gently touched the frozen surface, a futile attempt to convey love and warmth to a daughter now lost to the cruel embrace of eternity.

"Cassandra, my fierce, brave girl," Y/N whispered, her voice a fragile melody in the emptiness of the armory. Tears flowed freely as she cradled the crystallized form, the icy surface serving as a bitter reminder of the warmth that had been stolen away. In that moment, the castle seemed to echo with the haunting wails of a mother's grief, a sorrow that transcended the confines of stone walls and reverberated through the desolate corridors of their fractured family.

The library, once a sanctuary of familial joy, now stood as a silent witness to the unraveling tragedy that had befallen the Dimitrescu family. Y/N, heart heavy with grief, returned seeking solace, only to find that the tendrils of despair had reached even the sanctity of their haven.

Daniela, the youngest and the last flicker of hope, stood at the entrance, a determination etched across her delicate features. In the dim light, Y/N could see the spark of vengeance in her eyes as she pursued Ethan, the intruder who had stolen the warmth from their family.

With a frantic urgency, Y/N rushed after Daniela, the echoes of their footsteps resonating through the corridors like a somber drumbeat. As they approached the confrontation, the air thickened with tension, a palpable manifestation of the impending tragedy.

Ethan, sensing the pursuit, reached a lever that controlled the castle's roof. With a cold determination, he pulled it, the mechanisms groaning as the roof began to open. The moonlight spilled into the room, casting an eerie glow over the impending confrontation.

In a swift and calculated move, Y/N shapeshifted into the black panther, a creature of darkness and ferocity, and leaped at Ethan, a desperate attempt to protect her last remaining daughter. The clash of forces echoed through the library as Y/N fought to shield Daniela from the looming threat.

The battle between Ethan and Y/N raged on, each blow a painful reminder of the losses suffered. Yet, in the cruel ebb and flow of the confrontation, Ethan managed to subdue Y/N, leaving her weakened and helpless. With a sinister grin, he turned his attention to Daniela, a defenseless prey caught in the cruel machinations of fate.

Y/N, injured and restrained, watched in helpless horror as Ethan approached Daniela. The air turned colder, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on the scene. Daniela, the last vestige of their once vibrant family, pleaded for mercy, her voice a fragile melody of desperation.

"I don't want to die," Daniela whimpered, her eyes wide with fear as the frost of impending doom gripped her. Y/N, unable to shield her daughter from the inevitable, felt the weight of despair settle like a heavy shroud.

Ethan, unmoved by the plea, carried out the final act of cruelty. Daniela's form slowly crystallized, the frost enveloping her in an icy embrace. In the deafening silence that followed, Y/N's heart shattered into irreparable fragments. The library, once filled with laughter and warmth, now echoed with the haunting stillness of a mother's grief.

As Ethan fled the scene once again, leaving behind a trail of shattered lives, Y/N, battered and broken, made her way to Daniela's crystallized form. The moonlight cast a melancholic glow on the frozen figure as Y/N spoke in a voice choked with sorrow.

"I've lost all of my girls," Y/N whispered, the words carrying the weight of a thousand tears. "In a matter of minutes, everything changed. I couldn't protect any of you."

The library, a silent witness to the tragedy, held the remnants of a family that had been torn apart in the span of a night.

The castle, once a haven of love and laughter, now stood as a desolate monument to tragedy. Y/N, bearing the scars of a shattered soul, sought Alcina, only to discover that her beloved had morphed into her formidable mutated form. The weight of despair pressed upon Y/N's heart as she ascended to the castle roof, compelled to witness the unfolding calamity.

The scene that greeted her was one of chaos and sorrow. Alcina, in her mutated magnificence, clashed with Ethan Winters, the intruder who had become the harbinger of their destruction. The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the impending battle.

The clash between Alcina and Ethan felt eternal to Y/N, each blow resonating through the depths of her heart. The castle roof became a silent theater of agony, the air thick with the unspoken fear that their family's fate hung in the balance.

As the battle reached its crescendo, Ethan, relentless in his pursuit, gained the upper hand. Y/N, helpless in her distant observation, felt the tightening noose of despair. In a final act of cruelty, Ethan fired a bullet that found its mark in Alcina's majestic form. The once indomitable matriarch plummeted from the sky, a tragic descent that mirrored the crumbling of Y/N's world.

Heart pounding, Y/N ran to the spot where Alcina's body lay, a crystallized testament to the brutality of their assailant. The air was charged with grief as Ethan, having claimed victory, departed into the night. Y/N's eyes, swollen with tears, traced the crystalline outline of Alcina, her once powerful presence now reduced to a cold, lifeless sculpture.

Amidst the crystalline stillness, Y/N's trembling voice broke the oppressive silence. Kneeling beside Alcina's frozen form, she whispered words of heartache as if the cold sculpture could still hear her.

"Alcina," Y/N's voice quivered with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "I never imagined a world without you. How do I go on when everything that matterd crumbled around me?" Her fingers traced the icy contours of Alcina's face, a futile attempt to bridge the gap between the living and the crystallized memory.

Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she continued to pour her grief into the empty air. "Our daughters, Alcina, were the light of our lives. Now, they're gone, and I'm left here alone, surrounded by the remnants of a love that once bloomed so beautifully."

The castle, usually a grand and imposing structure, felt like a tomb encasing Y/N's agony. Her words hung in the air, carried away by the chill wind, a lament for a family torn asunder. The moon, a silent observer to the tragedy, cast its indifferent light on the broken tableau.

Y/N's hand rested on Alcina's crystallized heart, a futile hope that warmth might return to the lifeless form. "I don't know how to bear this emptiness, Alcina. I keep waiting for you to open your eyes, to tell me that this is just a nightmare. But the silence mocks me, and I'm left here drowning in the echoes of our shattered dreams."

The pain etched on Y/N's face deepened as she spoke, her words a raw confession of the unbearable loss she now carried. "I failed to protect them, Alcina. I failed you. And now, I'm left with nothing but the remnants of a love story that ended in tragedy."

As Y/N's sobs echoed through the desolate castle, a haunting answer resonated in the silent chambers—a love story, once vibrant and enduring, now reduced to the fragile threads of memories and frozen tears. The moon cast its indifferent glow over the scene, a celestial witness to the unraveling of a once-majestic love, now entombed in the cold embrace of crystallized despair.

The castle, now draped in the shadows of desolation, echoed with the haunting symphony of Y/N's grief. Alone amidst the crystallized remnants of her family, she felt the weight of sorrow crushing her spirit. The air, once vibrant with love, now hung heavy with the scent of despair.

Kneeling beside Alcina's frozen form, Y/N's tear-streaked face pleaded with the lifeless sculpture. "Alcina, my love, I don't know how to live in a world without you and our daughters. The emptiness is suffocating, and I can't bear the echoes of our shattered dreams."

The moon, a silent witness to her torment, cast an indifferent glow on the castle roof. In the oppressive silence, Y/N's decision crystallized—a desperate resolve born from the unbearable weight of grief.

She ascended to the roof, each step heavier than the last, as if the castle itself conspired to anchor her to the agony below. The cold wind whispered through the stone corridors, carrying with it the final lament of a soul pushed to the brink.

Alone on the desolate roof, Y/N gazed into the abyss below, the depths mirroring the void in her heart. She spoke, her voice a broken whisper carried away by the night. "Alcina, I hope you find peace wherever you are. I can't bear to live in a world without you and our precious daughters. I hope... I hope I see you again."

With those words, Y/N stepped to the edge, the precipice of her despair. The moonlight cast a mournful glow on her tear-streaked face as she looked into the abyss below. The chilling wind seemed to echo the finality of her decision.

A silent plea escaped her lips, a desperate hope that she might find the family she had lost. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Alcina, as if seeking forgiveness for what she was about to do.

In that moment, the castle, once a sanctuary of love, bore witness to the heartbreaking choice of a shattered soul. Y/N, her heart consumed by grief, let herself fall into the void below. The cold night swallowed her, and as she descended, she felt a fleeting sense of weightlessness—the burden of loss momentarily lifted.

But in that fleeting moment, regret mingled with the wind, and the abyss claimed her, leaving the castle roof as empty and desolate as the shattered remains of a once-beautiful family. The moon, still indifferent, cast its light on the vacant space, a witness to the tragedy that unfolded in the shadows of a once-grand castle.

In the surreal embrace of the afterlife, Y/N found herself in a realm that transcended the boundaries of the living. As she opened her eyes to an ethereal landscape, a gentle calm washed over her, replacing the oppressive weight of grief with an unfamiliar tranquility.

Walking through the otherworldly expanse, Y/N felt an indescribable sense of serenity. The air seemed to echo with the whispers of departed souls, and the surroundings bore a dreamlike quality. In the distance, she spotted familiar figures, and as she drew closer, her heart skipped a beat.

Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra, radiant and full of life, stood together as if untouched by the events of that fateful night. The warmth of their smiles mirrored the love that once defined their family. In an instant, Y/N's eyes welled with tears, and she felt an overwhelming surge of emotion.

Daniela, the first to notice her presence, turned with a gleeful exclamation. "Mamă!" A sweet melody that echoed with the joy of reunion. In a heartbeat, Daniela was followed by Bela and Cassandra, their laughter filling the air.

They enveloped Y/N in a joyous embrace, their presence a balm to the wounds of her grieving soul. The afterlife had bestowed upon them the essence of their former selves—their laughter, their warmth, and the unwavering love that had defined their familial bonds.

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she held them close, the echoes of their laughter weaving a tapestry of solace around her. "My darlings," Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so happy to see you again. I've missed you more than words can express."

The girls, their eyes reflecting the purity of love, responded in unison, "We missed you too, Mamă."

In that ephemeral moment, the boundaries between grief and joy blurred. Y/N, surrounded by the embrace of her daughters, felt a profound sense of peace. "I'm so sorry," she confessed, the weight of guilt resurfacing. "I couldn't protect you. I failed you."

Bela, the eldest, touched Y/N's cheek with a gentle hand. "Mamă, there's nothing to be sorry for. We know you loved us with all your heart. That's all that matters."

Y/N's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. As they stood together, the wounds of the past night seemed to fade into insignificance. The girls, resilient in their love, reassured Y/N with their unwavering presence.

Y/N's heart fluttered with a mixture of joy and trepidation as she caught sight of Alcina in the distance. The reunion felt like a dream, yet the warmth that surged through her was undeniably real. Alcina, adorned in her regal grace, turned to face Y/N, and a flicker of surprise crossed her features.

The girls, sensing the need for a private moment, gracefully stepped away, leaving Y/N and Alcina alone in the otherworldly expanse. Y/N, overwhelmed by emotions, ran towards Alcina, and the moment their eyes met, the world seemed to fade into the background. Alcina's gaze held a mixture of astonishment and adoration as Y/N wrapped her arms around her.

For a moment, they simply held each other, the ethereal landscape bearing witness to a love that defied the boundaries of life and death. Alcina, her voice a soft whisper, uttered Y/N's name like a sacred hymn, "Dragă mea."

Y/N, feeling the familiar touch of Alcina's fingers gently caressing her cheek, looked into those familiar, mesmerizing eyes. Time seemed to stand still as Alcina, overcome with emotion, leaned in and kissed her with a tenderness that spoke of a thousand unspoken words.

Breaking the kiss, Alcina, her eyes searching Y/N's, questioned with a gentle urgency, "What did you do, my love?"

Y/N's gaze fell, the weight of her actions bearing down on her. She hesitated, reluctant to share the painful truth. Alcina, sensing her distress, gently guided Y/N's face to meet her gaze again. "Tell me, Dragă mea. What did you do?"

With a heavy sigh, Y/N admitted, "I did what was necessary."

Alcina, a furrow forming on her brow, persisted. "What do you mean, 'necessary'? What have you done?"

Y/N, her eyes clouded with sorrow, finally spoke the painful truth. "I did what I had to do to be with all of you again."

Alcina's eyes widened with realization, and she asked with a sinking dread, "You didn’t...?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

Y/N nodded, the weight of her confession hanging in the air. "Yes, Alcina. I couldn't bear the grief. I saw our daughters die, and I saw you fall. I couldn't find a reason to keep going without all of you."

Alcina's expression shifted from realization to profound sadness. She cupped Y/N's face, a mixture of love and sorrow in her eyes. "Dragă mea, you didn't have to do that. We could have found a way to be together again."

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I couldn't endure the pain, Alcina. I needed to be with you all, even if it meant sacrificing myself."

Alcina, holding Y/N close, whispered words of solace. "Dragă mea, our love is eternal. You didn't need to go to such lengths. Now, we're together, but at what cost?"

"In my heart, Alcina," Y/N said, her voice filled with a quiet resolution, "I wouldn't have changed a thing. The pain was unbearable, but the thought of an eternity without you and our daughters was even more excruciating. I'd make the same choice again, even knowing the price."

Alcina, her eyes reflecting the melancholy of their circumstances, held Y/N tighter. A realm of both reunion and reckoning, became the stage for a love story that defied the limitations of time and mortality. In the embrace of eternity, Y/N and Alcina navigated the delicate dance between joy and sorrow, their hearts entwined in a bittersweet symphony that echoed through the ethereal expanse.

"I wish you hadn't felt you had to bear such a burden alone, Dragă mea," Alcina whispered, her voice a soft lament. "We could have faced the challenges together, found another way."

Y/N, tears glistening in her eyes, met Alcina's gaze. "Alcina, the pain was consuming me. I couldn't fathom a future without all of you. The grief, the guilt—I needed to escape it."

Alcina, understanding the depths of Y/N's torment, kissed her forehead gently. "But at what cost, my love? Our eternity together marred by the sacrifice you made."

Y/N's voice wavered with emotion. "I thought the pain would end if I could be with you again. I was wrong, Alcina. The pain lingers, but at least I have you now."

Alcina's eyes bore the weight of shared sorrow as she spoke, "Dragă mea, our love is eternal, but the wounds you carry... I wish I could have spared you from this pain."

Y/N nodded, her tears falling freely. "Alcina, I would endure a thousand lifetimes of pain to be with you and our daughters. The love we share transcends everything, even the darkness that brought us here."

Alcina, caressing Y/N's cheek, spoke with a tenderness that echoed through them. "My love, you mean everything to me. I would traverse the realms of existence to be with you, to shield you from the burdens you carried alone."

Y/N, leaning into Alcina's touch, whispered, "And I would find a way back to you, no matter the obstacles. Our love is a force that defies the boundaries of time and space."

Alcina's eyes shimmered with unspoken affection. "Dragă mea, you are my eternal flame. No matter the trials we face, we will endure them together."

In the embrace of paradise, where love transcended the boundaries of time and mortality, the familial reunion continued to unfold. As Y/N and Alcina exchanged tender words, the ethereal landscape witnessed the return of the three beloved figures who had once again become an inseparable part of their shared eternity.

Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra approached with an otherworldly grace, their eyes reflecting the joy of being reunited with their parents. In a scene that mirrored the warmth of their past family gatherings, they enveloped Y/N and Alcina in a circle of love.

Y/N, overwhelmed with emotion, gently reached out to hold Bela and Daniela close, one in each arm. The girls, in turn, pressed themselves against Y/N, a collective hug that transcended the physical and embraced the boundless depths of their connection.

Alcina, standing beside Y/N, extended her arms to encircle both Y/N and Cassandra. The afterlife became a tableau of familial love—a tapestry woven with the threads of joy, sorrow, and an eternal bond that defied the passage of time.

In the tender embrace, Y/N kissed the heads of Bela and Daniela, their presence a balm to the wounds she once thought were irreparable. The soft murmur of love filled the air as Y/N spoke, her voice carrying the weight of their shared journey.

"I never thought I'd hold you both like this again," Y/N whispered, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude. "I missed you more than words can say."

Bela and Daniela, in the comforting embrace of their parents, felt the warmth of love that transcended the trials they had faced. A sanctuary for their eternal reunion, echoed with the melodies of a family made whole once more.

Turning to Alcina and Cassandra, Y/N continued, "And you, my loves, are the pillars of my existence. I promised myself that I'd never let you go again. We're a family, bound by a love that defies even the boundaries of life and death."

Alcina, holding Y/N and Cassandra close, spoke with a solemn tenderness, "Our family is eternal, and nothing can tear us apart. We've faced the darkness, and now, we embrace the light of our enduring love."

The Dimitrescu family shared a moment of profound unity. Y/N, surrounded by the warmth of her daughters and Alcina, felt the echoes of grief dissipate, replaced by the timeless embrace of love. The afterlife, once a realm of solitude, had become a haven for their eternal reunion—a sanctuary where the threads of familial love were woven into the very fabric of existence.

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iorslvd · 5 months

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I'll keep you safe.

Jihyo was the boss of a mafia gang in the city, but Y/n had no clue. The happy couple shared a cozy apartment and enjoyed their simple life.

One day, Y/n received a letter that sent shivers down her spine. The letter was written in ominous, intimidating fonts, threatening to cause harm to Y/n if they didn't pay a hefty sum of money. Y/n was frightened and didn't know what to do, but Jihyo, who had witnessed such events in her dangerous line of work, knew exactly what was at stake. She was afraid to involve her beloved wife in this dangerous situation and decided to keep her in the dark. Jihyo determined to handle the situation herself and protect Y/n from any harm that might come her way.

Y/n had no idea that Jihyo was keeping her true identity a secret. Y/n's love for Jihyo only made her work harder to gather the funds that were demanded. She took on more jobs and worked tirelessly day and night to protect her beloved. The days ran into nights and vice versa, but Y/n kept pushing herself to keep Jihyo safe. She never gave up, and her determination only grew with each passing moment.

Jihyo was quick to pick up on the tension in Y/n's expression, and her concern grew as she watched her Wife's normally relaxed demeanor become more and more strained. Despite her worry, Jihyo remained unaware of the true danger that lurked beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Y/n's efforts to protect her wife only intensified as they poured all their love and determination into the task. Unbeknownst to Y/n, however, the very person she were trying to shield was no weakling. Her wife it self was dangerous but she didn't freaking know didn't she?

One day she began to clean the house, her eyes caught a glimpse of something that made her heart race. It was a threat letter, the very reason that had been keeping her wife preoccupied for so long. Jihyo decided to take matters into her own hands. She utilized her vast network and resources to uncover the true identity of the sender. As she delved deeper into the investigation, her anger grew with each passing moment. The realization that someone could dare to threaten her beloved wife was enough to ignite a dangerous storm within her. The fury that burned within her was palpable, and those who had dared to cross her would soon face the consequences of their actions.

When Jihyo and Y/n returned to their small apartment, Y/n was completely spent and looked drained. Without saying a word, Jihyo pulled Y/n into an embrace, promising to keep them safe. "You stay here in my arms," Jihyo said fiercely. "I got you."

Now that Jihyo knew the truth, she called upon her skilled network to quickly track down the people responsible. They weren't going to get away with what they did, and no one would dare mess with her wife.

After everything had gone down, Y/n was blown away by how much power and money Jihyo actually had. It was something Y/n never suspected, and it made her see Jihyo in a whole new light. Even with everything that was going on around them, Jihyo kept her cool and focused all her energy on protecting Y/n. It was a clear sign of just how much Jihyo loved Y/n and was willing to do anything to keep her safe.

#park jihyo x reader #twice jihyo #twice imagines #twice x reader #x reader #x fem reader #Spotify

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tatesdiary · 1 year

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hey babe!! ur work is totally awesome!! could i please get a james march fluff? thank you smm

After dark

James Patrick March x f!reader

summary He was a cruel, cruel man to everyone - but you.

word count 433

tags mentions of violence, maybe inaccurate jpm (haven't finishes the season yet oops)

a/n thanks for the compliment <3 as stated before I actually haven't finished the season yet, so this could be a little inaccurate in terms of his character! Just a heads up. I hope what I have seen is enough to make this to your likings 🙏🏻 and yes it is quite short but I think it's good like this :)

You'd spent all day lazing around, drinking and people watching. It got more boring every day to wait until your partner would be back from whatever he was doing (half of the time you don't even want to know).

Sighing you fall back on your bed and fiddle with the tie he'd discarded upon it last night. It didn't have any special patterns, it was a simple and plain black. But you've learned to love the simple things about him - his murderous doings cast aside - which included his never wavering crisp, white dress shirts with matching pants, shoes and ties.

His hair was always slicked down, no hair out of place, and his mustache was perfectly groomed as well. Over time you'd learnt he appreciates a good exterior as much as a good glass of whiskey after a long day.

Dramatically groaning you drop the piece of cloth and sit up, supporting your weight through leaning on your hands. He'd be there in no less than twenty minutes but there was nothing you had left to do and you were bored. The TV was running on some random talk show that you'd lost interest in long ago, serving as background noise and defeating the silence lingering in this suite.

You decide to get up and pour yourself a drink instead of continuing to lounge around, the tie now in the laundry basket with some other bloodied shirts and pants.

You hum something to yourself as you watch through the window as the busy people hurry by, not one glance spared at the ominous building looming over the street.

You don't hear as the door opens and closes, his steps silenced by the carpeted floor. "What are you doing, darling?" He hums and wraps an arm around your waist, standing next to you.

There's a smile on your face as you set the drink down and wrap your arms around his neck, "Welcome back, my love."

He chuckles and lays his other arm around you too. "I have not been gone that long, have I?"

Making a thinking face you shrug, "Every second you're gone is too long." You settle on. It makes him smile and he cocks his head to the side, "Perhaps you should seek out other people to be around than just me? It will do you good," he jokes.

"I think you're enough for me. I don't need anyone else." Humming he gazes at you lovingly, his warm brown eyes showing no sign of harboring a hobby as dark as his.

"Let's end the day with a drink, my beloved."

#american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #james patrick march #ahs #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #james patrick march x reader

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theinnerunderrain · 2 years

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Surging Stream [Yan!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied physical and mental abuse, arranged marriage, attempted drowning.

Word count: 1.2k+

Early in the morning, songbirds could be heard chirping vociferously, singing deliriously and fostering a quite romantic ambiance. Although you didn't believe that the word romantic could accurately describe your relationship with your husband.

You were seated in the row boat across from your beloved spouse, Scaramouche, who appeared to be completely absorbed in his own thoughts which wasn't unusual considering he always seemed to be pondering over something. His indigo eyes darted along the lake's smooth edge, seemingly soaking up all the morning sun's commentary.

The man had a really alluring complexion that seemed to brighten in the presence of the sunlight that flickered delicately over his flawless skin despite the sternness within his eyes. His elegance contrasted with his personality, utterly beautiful yet cruel, like a pretty rose hidden with sharp thorns. He was truly the most good looking man you've ever encountered. In fact, you could wager your life that he was more attractive than the majority of women within the country.

"If you keep staring at me, you might be able to bore some holes in my brain."

He spoke in a manner that was so casual and almost humorous that it suggested he wasn't in a foul mood, considering he would typically reprimand you for acting inappropriately despite the fact that he enjoys the attention you give him.

"My apologies. The weather is lovely outside isn't it?"

Perhaps the weather was too wonderful for a married pair like you and Scaramouche given that it was so lovely. It was warm and sunny, which contrasted with how frigid you both seemed to be toward one another; some may even claim that your marriage was one of convenience rather than love.

But perhaps they're not too far from the truth.

"Indeed. It would be much better if it was slightly cooler."

The row boat was gradually drifting along the lake as he hummed while laying back against it. Water ripples were dancing gently over the wooden surface of the boat, dragging you away from shore. Although the man rarely closes his eyes since he despises making himself vulnerable in front of others, he seems less reluctant to unwind around you. Which was comical considering that you were probably one of the first few individuals to wish to suffocate him to death with that hat of his, but you were aware that your attempts would be in vain since he could toss you over with the snap of his fingers.

"...By the way, my family would like to request an audience with you to discuss some business matters."

You spoke carefully whilst maintaining an eye out for any signs of discomfort and awaited for his eyes to pop open. But he kept his eyes closed and was silent for a while, not a single word slipped past his plump lips. However, it was enough to make your heart race frantically while your body braced itself for the worst, expecting the man to somehow become violent with you. Since it wasn't unusual for him to encircle your neck with his thin fingers, holding you to the ground as he humiliated you with the cruellest obscenities you've ever heard.

"If it's about the mining business I would rather not indulge in such useless talks."

Once he finally spoke, you could see his azure orbs—the same pair of eyes you thought were breathtakingly beautiful. However, you detested his gaze; you detested the way they regarded you when you ate, while he fucked you, and even while you slept. They were counterfeit eyes that purported to be sympathetic, pretended to retain some type of affection or understanding for you, but they were nothing more than doll's eyes.

Just like Scaramouche, empty and ominous.

A synthetic human trying to act humane.

"But, you know how important that business is to my family."

You reply, attempting to speak as lightly as you can in order to avoid aggravating the man. Even though he was surprisingly patient, things never went well when he became angry. Once he loses it, he turns into a monster in every way. Although the majority of his disciplinary action involved making you perform sexual acts or denying you income for the week. Which you would like to cope with than getting slapped by the palm of his hands.

"The mine they're offering is practically in ruins. It's not worth anything to Fatuis."

It's not worth anything? He has to be joking.

"That doesn't make any sense though. My family is responsible for the mining businesses within Inazuma so I don't understand how it's not worth anything-"

Scaramouche simply interrupted you, albeit his tone had altered to one that was more stern and frigid, which was an indication that he was beginning to grow irritated. It was obvious from the way his eyes glared at you and the way his wide-set scowl distorted his lips, yet you couldn't force yourself to stop. Maybe you chose this particular day to try your tolerance with him and see how long he could hold out before exploding and strangling you on the boat.

"You better watch your tone when you're speaking to me."

He ought to heed that advice for himself because, for someone who would chastise you for speaking forcefully, he had a quite abrasive way of speaking. Instead of speaking to you as his wife, whom he should regard as an equal, he treated you more like a demeaning pet. Critiquing and making fun of you for each and every move you made. He thought of himself as such a great entity, which was strange considering that he was ultimately just a puppet.

Constructed of a hollowed shell and some wires.

"I don't understand why you're acting like this," you said. "I plainly got married for my parents' mining business."

It is true that you and Scaramouche's union was purely motivated by convenience. You had little say in the marriage decision and only agreed to your parents' proposal, pitying them for attempting to preserve a generational business that obviously bound to fail. But you didn't like to see your parents unhappy.

"I merely accepted their offer for your hand in marriage, not to promote some mining business."

"If that's the case I don't believe I needed to marry you in the first place."

"[First Name], take your words back."

The man glared, and his tone of voice while speaking revealed his fury. This time, he was completely angry—not annoyed or irritated—just enraged. The bomb within his chest was beginning to reveal itself and reveal its true colours, the colours of insanity and nothing but pure anger. Those were the sort of emotions the puppet could truly feel, anger and sorrow.

"Why? Are you so afraid of the truth? You know I don't love you and this is all a loveless marriage, don't act like some sort of saint-"

Scaramouche jumped out of his seat before you could complete your statement, leading the boat to waver as a result. You quickly put both of your hands on the sides of the boat to try to stabilise it as panic surged through your chest.

"Swim."

His thin fingers pressed against your chest as he snarled and shoved you off the boat. Your hands reach out to try to seize your husband's kimono sleeve, and a piercing scream erupts from the depths of your throat. However, Scaramouche was just as vicious as always, pulling back just in time to lead you to trip and fall directly into the pool of water.

Your nose and lungs are filled with the icy water as you gasp and writhe around, attempting to cling onto anything to save your life. But all of it was in vain because the water was extremely cold and you could almost feel the seaweed strands slowly wrap around your legs and dragging you further into the depths like a poisonous snake claiming its victim.

You're going to die.

God, you're going to die.

However, as you're about to pass out, a pair of thin fingers reach into the water and grab hold of your arm, bringing you out of the bitterly cold water. As you coughed out water and panted excessively, the sudden breath of fresh air helped to ease your lungs.

Scaramouche turned to face you, but his face wasn't contorted into a vile smile; instead, it was very still as he gazed at you. His eyes were always the same—glossy, menacing, and resembling a glass ball, they always manage to reflect your form.

Even now, you could see yourself through his eyes, shuddering as the bitter wind caressed across your damp skin and looking pitiful as you clung to the boat. His eyes allowed you to see everything, you saw everything he saw.

"Don't hold me responsible for this; it was your fault for upsetting me."

His eyes were certainly the feature you detested the most, since they reflected what he saw in you.

#yandere #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin imagines #genshin x reader #fatui #scaramouche #yandere scaramouche #yandere Scaramouche x reader #fatui harbingers #yandere genshin #kunikuzushi

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takemichiwhore · 8 months

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Lost without you.

warning: Angst.

ship: Tiana x Nanami hehe

"Nanami, you have a new mission," Commander Hatori's voice crackled through the phone, interrupting the stillness of the night.

Nanami had been anxiously pacing around the room, the weight of his next assignment heavy on his mind. "What is it, Commander?" he asked, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

"A curse," Hatori began, "has been wreaking havoc on restaurants across the city. It's sly, cunning, and has evaded exorcists for months. We believe it to be a powerful spirit with a grudge."

Nanami's heart sank. The curse he had been dreading. "Where's my next assignment?" he inquired, bracing himself for the answer.

Hatori hesitated for a moment before revealing, "Tiana's, Nanami. Your wife's restaurant is the next target."

Nanami's world seemed to shatter in that instant. His thoughts raced as he tried to call Tiana, his fingers trembling as he pressed her number on his phone. Ring after ring, there was no answer, and a gnawing fear tightened in his chest. Tiana always picked up his calls, no matter how busy she was.

Panicked, Nanami rushed out the door, not bothering to change out of his exorcist uniform. The journey to Tiana's restaurant felt like an eternity. His mind was a whirlwind of worry, the image of her face haunting him.

When he arrived at Tiana's, a heavy feeling of dread settled over him like a dark cloud. The restaurant's sign flickered ominously in the night, and there was an eerie stillness that hung in the air.

"Nanami," a familiar voice whispered from the shadows. He followed the sound, his heart pounding, and there she lay—Tiana, on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"Tiana!" Nanami screamed, rushing to her side, his hands trembling as he cradled her lifeless body. Her necklace, the one with their cherished picture, lay nearby, open and splattered with her blood. Her face bore a heartbreaking expression, as if she had been crying.

"No, no, Tiana, please," Nanami sobbed, his tears falling onto her cold, lifeless skin. "Wake up, my love. Please, wake up."

The curse, sensing Nanami's despair, revealed itself. It materialized before him, a malevolent spirit with a sinister grin. "You cared for her, didn't you?" it taunted, its voice dripping with malice.

Nanami's sorrow turned into rage. He clenched his fists, determination blazing in his eyes. "You took everything from me," he growled, drawing his exorcism talismans. "I won't let you hurt anyone else."

The battle between Nanami and the curse was fierce, but with his determination and the memory of Tiana's smile, he fought back with everything he had. As the curse weakened, Nanami could hear faint whispers, Tiana's voice calling his name.

With a final, powerful exorcism, Nanami defeated the curse, and it dissipated into the night. Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside Tiana, tears streaming down his face. He held her lifeless body in his arms, longing for one last moment with her.

In her final moments, Tiana's voice grew stronger, calling out to him. "Nanami," she whispered, her voice filled with love and longing.

Nanami's heart ached as he whispered back, "I'm here, Tiana."

With a contented smile, Tiana's spirit faded away, leaving Nanami alone in the silent, empty restaurant. He had avenged her death, but the pain of losing his beloved would never truly fade. The curse was gone, but its scars remained, etched into Nanami's heart forever.

The days after Tiana's tragic death were the darkest Nanami had ever known. His life, once filled with love and happiness, had become an agonizing abyss. The restaurant they had built together was now a haunting reminder of the laughter and joy they had shared. Every corner of their home echoed with her absence, and every meal was tasteless without her presence.

Nanami's nights were the worst. He couldn't sleep without feeling her warm body beside him, and the bed they had shared for years felt empty and cold. Every dream was plagued by her memory, and every morning, he woke up with tears staining his pillow.

Tiana's mother, knowing the depths of her son-in-law's despair, tried her best to support him. She would come over often, bringing food and trying to coax him into eating. But Nanami's appetite had disappeared, and he couldn't stomach anything without being reminded of Tiana's cooking.

"Nanami," she would say, her voice filled with sadness, "I know you loved my daughter deeply, and she loved you just as much. But you can't let her death consume you like this. She wouldn't want you to suffer like this."

But Nanami couldn't hear her. His world had collapsed, and he couldn't see a way out of the darkness that had enveloped him. He missed Tiana's laughter, her smile, the way she would hold his hand when he was scared, and the sound of her voice in the morning.

One fateful day, as the sun set, casting long shadows through the empty restaurant, Tiana's mother visited Nanami again. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She felt a sinking feeling in her heart, fearing the worst.

Using her spare key, she entered the house and found Nanami lifeless in the bedroom, a rope hanging from the ceiling. His face was peaceful in death, as if he had found solace in finally reuniting with Tiana.

Tiana's mother screamed in anguish, her heart breaking anew. She had lost her daughter and now her son-in-law, both taken by the curse that had brought such tragedy into their lives.

Nanami was buried beside Tiana, their graves side by side, just as their love had been in life. The restaurant that had once been a symbol of their happiness now stood as a somber reminder of the love that had been torn apart by a malevolent curse.

Tiana's mother, left with the memories of her daughter and the son-in-law she had come to love, visited their graves often, praying that their souls had found peace together in the afterlife. The curse had taken two lives, but it could never extinguish the love that had bound Nanami and Tiana together, even in death.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #kento nanami #angst #hurt no comfort #nanamixtiana #tiana x nanami

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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It's a pity that it's a Shar temple responsible for the corruption of an entire countryside and currently housing a bounty hunter from the pits of hell bc it's actually kind of pretty inside:

This iron fence is gorgeous and opens with the most ominous clanging sound in the world.

Inside the gate is a set of sarcophagi and a LOT of skulls strewn in piles around the floor. One of them is up on a stick. It's the special skull.

I'm sure this is very serious and is about to tell us that we're going to get incinerated to the glory of Shar or something, but it keeps making me think of this screenshot I got in Guild Wars 2 a little while ago:

(Amusingly, that screenshot also comes from an area where a character named Balthazar is a major villain. :P Small world.)

Anyway, let's see what the Herald of Balthazar has to say about things.

Well, that's rude.

That bit about "the work" is concerning.

Anyway obviously we're going to ignore the clear warning signs and continue forward.

The sarcophagus at the center of this chamber apparently belongs to Ketheric Thorm's wife. The plaque on it reads: "Here lies Melodia Thorm, beloved wife and mother. Ai armiel telere maenen hir."

The Latin doesn't seem to mean anything (I checked). This is mildly interesting, though, because one of the other documents we read indicated that Thorm was not known in the area as a Sharran prior to his conquering the area, but was in fact believed to be a Selunite, and the writer of the document speculated that he had converted to Selune's worship on behalf of his wife and daughter, and then went back to Shar after they died. So if this is his wife, it's a Selunite buried in state in the center of a Sharran temple. Odd. Seems Mr. Thorm might have some more complex motivations than one might have supposed initially.

Supplementing this line of thought, Vol. 1 of Thorm's diary is on the ground next to the sarcophagus.

Oh, yikes. :( So that definitely clinches it - Thorm is a lapsed Selunite who turned to Shar after the death of his wife and child (and maybe other things).

We love a good sympathetic villain. Although judging by what Jaheira was saying, the man is now an invincible undead servant of the Absolute, so it's hard to say how much of this is still intact in his memories/personality at this point.

In a temple of Shar? Be still my heart.

There's another chunk of Ketheric's diary near the ritual table.

Even in diaries, everyone in Faerun is cryptic as fuck. Who is this Balthazar? I don't think we've heard the name before.

More investigation is needed.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

or: signed, sealed, delivered.

gn!reader, no content warnings, a wonderful excuse for dumb cutesy fluffy stuff. an enormous round of applause for the lovely @teaseat who sent in the most MAGNIFICENT ask about this - milo and sweetheart are forever in my heart so this was perfect! and a cheeky tag for my darling @sri-rachaa , who i hear was in the market for a bit of softness in these trying times <3 title from beethoven’s letter to his immortal beloved. milo starting rumours around the DUMP offices in 900 words or less.

“Hey, Stealth. Got a minute?”

Really? Now? For goodness’ sake, he can’t keep doing this! One of these days he’s going to give you a heart attack, right here at your desk, and he’s going to have to explain to HR why one of the investigators on floor 8 has been found curled up under the table, screeching into their own hands.

“...”

It’s always when you least expect it, as well. Slid quietly amongst your case files, tucked into the top of your bag, hidden in your coat pockets - how does he do it? Aren’t you supposed to be the sneaky one? He could give the rest of the investigative department a run for their money, what with how you never manage to find them until he wants you to.

“Stealth? Are you…?”

And really, does he have to be so fucking sweet about it? It’s alw-

“Detective Greer!”

“Wh-! Uh, yes?” You look up, startled, from where your face is currently buried in your hands - it’s that telepath from a few floors down. Shit, what was their name again?

“Do you have the incident report from this afternoon? The signed one? I need it for briefing tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s…” The stacks of paper littering your desk teeter ominously, case folders sliding inelegantly out of your lap as you dig out the form from where it’s wedged half-under your mousepad. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

They walk away, presumably heading back to the lift. All you can do is stare down at the little post-it note by your right foot, bright pink paper stuck cheerily to the front of your current case folder, and try not to look like your heart is melting into caramel.

I love you so much, sweetheart. Come home safe <3

The notes are nothing new. It must have started, what, maybe a few months after you started going out? You’d reached blindly into the back pocket of your bag, searching for your lanyard to swipe your ID at the door, and been met with a little green slip of paper tucked in the front of the plastic holder.

Looking good today, sweetheart :)

Stunned, you’d stared numbly at the neon green paper covering your ID picture until the poor security guard on the desk had come over to ask if you were alright - embarrassed, you’d quickly shoved the note into your pocket and jammed your ID card against the reader until it let you in, escaping upstairs before anyone could ask any more questions.

(You’d been a mess for the rest of the day, eyes glazed over and unable to take your mind off a particular shifter who’s too sweet for his own good. Thank goodness you’d only been pushing paper all day, or else the criminal scourges of Dahlia would surely have had a field day.)

(He hadn’t even had the decency to be ashamed of the effect he’d had on you, the bastard. You’d asked him about it on your next date, and all he’d done was take your hand, give you that stupidly adorable smile - you know the one - and promptly change the subject.)

Ever since then, he’s been totally shameless about it, and the worst part is that it’s the best part of your day. Halfway through the lunch break you’ve forgotten to take, a little heart-shaped sticky note announces that ‘As amazing as you are, that big investigator brain needs food, you know. Check the left compartment of your bag, under the case files :)’, and you nearly burst into tears right there at your computer. You’re forced to hastily excuse yourself to the bathroom, face getting hotter and hotter, when a folded yellow rectangle wishes you ‘Good luck for today! Love you <3’, and you swear that the only reason you got that pay rise is thanks to the orange square stuck to the front of your presentation notes that says ‘You got this, baby :)’.

It’s not every day, but to be honest, you’re not sure your heart could take it if it was. Don’t work too hard today, sweetheart. The box in your desk drawer, full of multicoloured paper, is testament to the sheer amount of breathing exercises, gulps of water, and screaming silently into your own hands that he’s caused over the years. Your cheeks burn as you think about the heart-shaped sticky note hiding in your back pocket. You can’t meet your own eyes in the mirror because ‘Debrief finishes at 6, right? I’ll come and pick you up out front - we can get whatever you like for dinner’. Rumours swirl across the office about what could possibly get the famously-serious, ever-practical investigator stealth at the desk by the window quite so giddy and lovesick, but none of them ever guess. Perhaps that’s for the best. You have a reputation to uphold, after all.

(Somewhere, on the other side of town, a shifter sits down at the kitchen table, and waits for his mate to come home. Bright yellow paper, black ink, Thinking about you <3. A stupidly adorable smile and a dreamy little sigh. Sweet and soft and totally in love.)

(You find it tucked into the front of your third case file the next day. The telepath from downstairs comes to ask about a document, and the whole wonderful ordeal starts all over again.)

this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

masterlist

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fluff #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #ginger writes #gingerbreadmonsters

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chaesonghwas · 8 months

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hello my love 🥰🥰 may i request please a 27. sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold for our beloved piarles? 💕

hi Jully babeeee💕💕 Thank you so much for sending in a prompt, this was veeeery cute to write!! Here's a deleted scene from chapter 4 of the football au, between the ribbon scene and the game vs Max🥰

romance prompts

The rain starts pouring when there’s still thirty minutes left of practice, the sky darkening with ominous clouds.

(Considering it’s their last practice before the match against the Netherlands, it doesn’t feel like a very good sign.)

It starts slowly, non-threatening, but it picks up rapidly and suddenly Charles is drenched and cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and barely lets you think. He thought he’d gotten used to Slovakia, but he was wrong. His last drills are shit, he knows, but he manages until the coach calls it all off with five minutes to spare.

Charles tries to book it for the showers, but ends up being too slow and is stopped by half the team crowding the door, ending up on the outside of the building while still catching raindrops on his head. He tries to push his way in but is unsuccessful, so he resigns himself to shivering and trying to avoid catching a cold for a few minutes… All that until he feels an umbrella come over his head to protect him and is met by Pierre’s soft smile and kind eyes, his floppy hair being suspiciously dry.

“You know, petit,” he says, “if we make a run for it right now, we can make it back to our room and shower there. No one will notice we’re gone.”

“Fuck yeah.” Charles answers, desperate to get out of the cold. “But only if you tell me where you got that umbrella.”

“A magician never reveals his tricks.” Pierre winks and takes his hand. “We go on 3, okay? 1…2…3!”

Without waiting long for his reaction, Pierre speeds away and Charles does his best to follow.

Holding onto the umbrella as they run ends up being a difficult task for the taller boy, so the reality is that they both end up getting drenched by the time they make it to their residence’s front door, under the little roof.

He ends up spending more time under the rain than he had at training, but hearing Pierre’s bubbling laughter, Charles doesn’t feel like he’s suffering from the cold anymore. If anything, he feels warm and all he can concentrate on is how unfairly beautiful Pierre looks in the dim afternoon light with his hair sticking to his face. He tries to stop himself, to keep his thoughts in check, but he feels like he should be allowed to have this. Like he does every night that they end up sleeping curled up together, Charles allows himself to indulge.

“Well, that could have gone better.” Pierre says and smirks at Charles. Immediately, he starts shaking his hair like a dog to annoy him.

“Hey! Asshole!” Charles yells and answers in kind, meaning that they end up in a battle that could have gone on forever if not for Anthoine interrupting them by clearing his throat.

“Guys,” he questions, “what the hell are you doing?”

He seems perfectly dry - or at least dryer than Pierre and Charles -, and carrying a huge umbrella.

“...Nothing?” Pierre answers, trying to look innocent but failing miserably.

Anthoine rolls his eyes, “Okay, Mr. Nothing. We should go upstairs and shower, unless you want to get sick and have Verstappen beat us 33-0.”

Charles laughs, pulling Pierre inside, “He’s right calamar, let’s go.”

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Based on very strategic pouting and puppy dog eyes because he was freezing, Charles ends up taking the first shower and quickly burrows himself in a gigantic tower of blankets as soon as he feels the icy temperature in the room, setting himself up to nap until dinner at least.

Charles teeters somewhere between wakefulness and slumber, enjoying the warmth, but he’s properly awakened when a freshly showered Pierre throws himself on top of him.

“Make room.” he says, muffled by the fabric.

Charles scoots over a little, but Pierre actually pushes him closer to the wall and wraps around him like a koala.

“You’re warm.” Pierre says, his voice rougher than it usually is.

“You’re cold.” Charles shoots back, unable to defend himself from Pierre, who seems intent on breaking down all his defenses. Curled up under a mountain of blankets under the dying rays of daylight, the moment feels rawer around the edges.

“Maybe if you hadn’t stolen all the blankets in the entire building, I would be less cold.” Pierre fake-reprimands then, bringing Charles right back down to Earth from his romantic notions.

He wills himself to avoid reacting, and instead curls up facing away from Pierre. “We should sleep, calamar. I have an alarm set up for dinner time.”

“Great.” He answers, and Charles can hear the smile in his voice. “What would I do without you, Cha?”

“Win less trophies? Laugh less?”

Pierre pokes him in the side and Charles giggles. “You’re so conceited.”

“Ah,” Charles answers, “but you still like me.”

“Lucky for you, I do.”

“Wasn’t I supposed to be the conceited one?”

Pierre pokes him again, harder this time.

“Hey, hey.” Charles complains. “No violence.”

“Okay.” Pierre says and his body goes pliant again, curling up around the shape of Charles. “We should sleep, petit.”

“Yeah.” Charles answers, allowing his eyes to go bleary. “We should.”

#1610 #piarles fanfic #justi writes #football au

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prismatic-starstuff · 2 years

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alright. What if the "My Beloved" Pate would have worked? Got thoughts on how Varré would react to such a confession?

Beloved.

– gender-neutral!Tarnished x Varré

— inspired by this ask

"You seek violence... heedless of my warning... though you have been raised to a knight of the dynasty?"

Their eyes widened, fingers curled tightly around the little round object in their hands. They'd come far to find the surgeon here, travelled into lands unknown; and now that they'd arrived, their heart was pounding.

Varré was beautiful even in the dim light of the cave, the white of his bloodstained robes radiant in the dark. The bouquet of roses he held glinted ominously, in a disturbingly non-organic way.

Their hands lifted the object in their hands, a sound escaping it:

'My—'

"I am pained," Varré went on, heedless, slow and calculated steps through the puddled blood drawing him closer, "to the very depths of my being."

A tremble passed through the Tarnished, their brow furrowed. They realised their visit was unplanned, unexpected, but they never would've expected to be met with... hostility.

Once more, they raised the object.

'My belo—'

"I'll ensure you regret this..."

Varré's voice was tense, sorrowful and threatening in equal measure; and his hand glowed and pulsed with blood magic as he raised it high.

"...my lambkin."

'My beloved!'

The Tarnished shook the Prattling Pate in their hands frantically, their eyes squeezed tightly shut. Whatever misunderstanding had gone on here, it had gone on more than long enough... they'd only come to visit their partner without any outside influence!

"...What?" His head tilted, the magic surrounding his hand dissipating.

'My beloved!' In the absence of a voice of their own, they once again utilised the Pate; once again tried to convey their feelings in the only way they could. 'My beloved! My beloved!'

Silence fell over the cave; the Tarnished's body rigid and ready to run at the first sign of continued danger, and Varré staring as though he wasn't sure what he'd just heard...

...before he approached, hand slackening and dropping his roses to the ground with a distinctly metallic thud, his arms reaching out to wrap around them in a warm embrace.

"You... you silly thing," he murmured, his voice distinctly shaky, almost as though he was crying beneath that mask of his. "I had thought you'd come here to... to do me harm..."

The Tarnished shook their head; they would never even consider it. They knew Varré was in a dangerous position, that he and the others who followed the Luminary were often at risk... but they would never want to hurt the one who'd helped them so much on their journey; the one they'd fallen for so deeply.

His hands gripped that bit more tightly at their back, and he drew back, eyes meeting their own. "...Your 'beloved,' hm?"

They could hear the smile in his voice then, and it brought a warmth to their heart, their hand once again pressing at the Prattling Pate: 'My beloved!'

"Oh, my dear... My sweet little lambkin..."

Varré held them close with one arm, his other hand raising to shift his mask just a bit; just enough to show flushed and tear-damp skin, just enough to show sweetly smiling lips.

And soon, those lips were on their own; a soft kiss, one that had their heart fluttering in their chest, one that was truly perfect because it was from their beloved.

#elden ring #varre #varré #white mask varre #white mask varré #white faced varre #white faced varré #...tagging anything that involves him is an absolute nightmare AHDHSJDHSHDH #my writing

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rollforjackass · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS S2E5 STUFF

TEN THOUSAND?????? FUCK OFF

THE BALL!!!!!!! THE BALL THE BALL IT'S TIME FOR THE BALL!!!!!!!!

1965 doctor who annual -- HE GAVE AWAY A BOOK FOR GAY LOVE I'M GOING TO SCREAM

"my beloved spouse" this whole street is queer where do i sign the lease

PUT. THE FEZ. BACK.

crowley being goofy with the crystal ball

shax this look for you. milf

ERIC!!!!!!!!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S MADE IT BACK FOR ANOTHER SEASON!!!!!!!!!!!

crowley is So disappointed in his persistent attempts at french

"you've been together long?" CROWLEY I SAW YOU SWALLOW ON THAT

"other people's love lives always seem so much more straightforward than our own" crowley i'm going to fucking rip my own head off

OH MY GOD SHE FUCKING KILLED ERIC

well that's a terribly romantic little set-up with the rose in the vase and vine with fairy lights

"smitten. :)" michael sheen i can't do this with you anymore

crowley why are you being so ominous about this. why all the wine. what is going on

DON'T FUCKING REVEAL TO GABRIEL THAT YOU SWITCHED PLACES WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???????? HE HAS A HARD TIME FORGETTING THINGS?????????

"but, i was there. and i do remember, oh very clearly, the look on your face, Archangel Gabriel, when you told my only friend to shut his stupid mouth and die. and i. did not. care. for it."

JUMP OUT OF THAT WINDOW????????????????????????????????????

Jim's Mug

there it is!!!!!!! the infamous Wait And See!!!!!!

JANE AUSTEN HOURS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER HELLLLLLL YEAH

bitch i'm about to cry over this ball i can fucking feel it in my bones

oh please don't crash the ball, please please please. we deserve some dancing

DON'T YOU TOUCH MAGGIE YOU FUCKS

everyone talking like jane austen :( aziraphale means well but he's making people uncomfortable

motherfucker's making googoo eyes bc he wants to be dancing like that with crowley i fucking Know It

my darling magic shop owner's partner in the yellow dress, i owe you my life

WHILE WE DANCE????????

the fact that crowley knows the steps to this dance even though he's not under the same spell as everyone else :')

THE BOOKSHOP IS AN INDEPENDENT EMBASSY

"you came to me. i said i would protect you, and i will." "you don't need to. i'm going out." IN FULL ELTON JOHN REGALIA

I'M GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING

aziraphale's general look of fucking ANGER at her threats, we've never seen him like that before

aziraphale running to the back of the bookshop to panic where no one can see him -- MAGGIE MY LOVE STAYING TO HELP HIM

crowley and our darling seamstress are iconic

"you're a good lad" "i'm not actually. either." FUCKING SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF

"we aren't in danger! crowley will be back in a moment, he will have a plan." "why don't you stand up for yourself, make your own plans?" "oh i am. but rescuing me makes him so happy."

YESSSSS THE CROWLEY TEAM-UP WITH MURIEL IT'S EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DREAMED

#good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #I'M ACTIVELY PANICKING ACTIVELY CRYING AND PANICKING

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rlaehrwk-37 · 11 months

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translation provided by the lovely @lee-hakhyun go follow them or I’ll beat u up <3

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[“This is a story of unreadable despair.”]

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Yea thanks for the heads up. Totally not an ominous beginning to this side story (sequel)! There’s also ch 553 (prologue) but it’s free so anyone can read it for themselves!

• Lee Hakhyun and his neck being grabbed caught uhh

We’ll definitely be seeing more of that heh

So Lee Hakhyun, the writer of orv and his editor, Ji Eunyu are invited to go to a fan event by a reader who goes by the name of “Representative Kim Dokja”. Totally not shady at all…

• Take note of this Chungmuro Theatre. We’ll be seeing more of it shortly.

<Kim Dokja’s Banquet> (more like it’s a fucking trap)

• Ugh I think of this convo more than you can think… LHH… you’re not gonna be left out, you’re also a reader. A reader who loved the characters and wrote a story for them. You wrote out of your love for this story. You’re a “writer” who thinks from the perspective of a reader, and that is why you’re not Han Sooyoung.

>> ‘I also laughed bitterly. “I did.”’

I wonder when he’s gonna feel that extreme existential and identity crisis. Surely it’s not his story, but can that really be said after he spent 3 years of his life writing this story? Is he really not the writer?

• HELPPP HOPE IT DOESNT HAPPEN HERE LMAO I WANNA SEE SOME SCENES—

Is this a sign that if the webtoon stops updating we’re all gonna die?

There’s no way our horny-for-kdj webtoon writer is gonna stop drawing that wais— *gets shot*

• I—

well this is proof that dreams are real right? *insert MoM reference*

you readers better dream your happy ending or I’ll shoot you down

• oop so they saw Cheon Inho in the line of life sized cutouts as well? yep this is definitely not foreshadowing.

• ARRGHWGEGHW I WANNA GO TOO THERES GONNA BE LIKE HUNDREDS OF FANS IM SURE

• “I’m so proud of you, Kim Dokja.”

I,,, I’m so,, soft 🥺🥺🥺 I’m so proud of you too LHH, both you and KDJ came so far…

• STFU STFU “disappeared” WHAT,,??? I read everything so quick the first time that I didn’t catch the little lines. THIS IS WHY LHH THOUGHT ALL HIS READERS MOVED ON FROM THE SERIES? NAH FAM THEY JUST GOT TRANSMIGRATED INTO ORV

There was a mention of a famous writer disappearing in SS’s first novels “How to Become a Star Writer” as well. And it was Lee Hakhyun’s story.

Surely this is not foreshadowing…

• JUDGE HEEWON MY BELOVED,,, ANOTHER BIG STRONG PUPPY MAN,, I LOVE YOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU

We’re slowly gathering our main trio. Rereading this scene makes me giggle.

• LHH THINKING OF KDJ WHEN HE THINKS OF HOW TO INITIATE CONVO. BROTHER DO YOU THINK A MAN WHO READ A NOVEL FOR 10 YEARS TO AVOID SOCIAL INTERACTION WOULD KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO A STRANGER LMAOOO 😭😭😭 HES SUCH A KDJ KINNIE I LOVE HIM

• THEYRE SO FUCKING PRECIOUS OMG NO I— MY BABIES FUEHUSUEHFHWJJEKEKFJEJWJDJWJJDJW

• AHHHWHDHE JUDGE HEEWON BADMOUTHING CHEON INHO HES GONNA DO THAT LATER IN THE APOCALYPSE TOO WHDHWJDH WHAT A TRUE HEEWON SIMP

>> “Hello I’m Kim Dokja, and I’m the MC.”

REPRESENTATIVE KIM DOKJA EW FUCK OFF NONE OF MY HOMIES LIKE REPRESENTATIVE KIM DOKJA.

>> “It’s Kim Dokja’s birthday.”

>> “It really snowed in Seoul that day, too.”

• no shut up. you don’t understand how important this is. snow,, snow field,, a place for the reader to hide in,, in the margins between the words on the page lay his own personal snow garden. in that white space from where he supervises everyone’s suffering. white blank space. with no words. no rules. he stands alone. FUCKRHHFJFIIWJCJWJ UGH

• “tear spots on white skin” WHO MADE MY QUEEN HAN SOOYOUNG CRY??? WHAT— WHAT POINT IN TIME IS THIS HSY FROM? could she be the hsy after the end of the side story? she saw his story and now writes it for him? but I’d hope that it’s LHH himself who writes this side story ykwim? WHY WAS SHE CRYING?

alas, this is the end of the first chapter. reading this side story always makes me feel like I wanna scratch my skin off. but I’ll do it again.

#orv #orv side story #orv spoilers #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #kim dokja #lee hakhyun

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friendliestpoltergeist · 6 months

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SONIC X YUGIOH FOR SPOOKY DAY

wake up new crossover just dropped

wwwwwwwwwwwwooooo I fucking love Nikki and Sonc. From the manga.

Nikki is in Yuugi's role. Sonic is in Yami's role.

Other characters include but not limited to:

Amy! My beloved, she borrows from her classic design here. Goes to their highschool, got a fucked up relationship with attention, and a messy relationship with her mom and the concept of beauty. Her mom is the pretty teacher from the tenth episode of Yugioh. Season Zero. She and Nikki have been friends for years. They used to date but then realized they were both aro and went back to being friends, although recently they've been sliding into a sorta qpr. In Anzu's role.

Anton. Yes, he's here. Anton is like a lizard also from the manga. He's a bully who wants to date Amy himself there, but here he's a badnatured punk who always rebels against authority. Anton and Nikki did a group project once, where Nikki dropped a important piece of their assignment so it broke, and then Anton got them in trouble by arguing with their teacher. Now Anton thinks Nikki did it on purpose cuz he's a goody two shoes who doesn't like Anton, and Anton wants him to toughen up and confront people directly. Nikki fundamentally doesn't get Anton and how he works and is scared of him, and they dislike each other as a result. To be clear, Anton is still in the wrong here, but it's not out and out bullying like in the anime. Anton's just looming ominously and at worst pushing Nikki back a few steps. Anton is in the role of Jonouchi/Joey Wheeler.

Metal! Trans metal trans metal. send post. She's a transfer student who got here last month. Metal is in the combined roles of Honda and Miho. She looks up to the school administration and student patrol and is considering trying to find her place there. It is important to me that you know she wears big poofy dresses and bows. When her classmates picture her, it's her standing in a corner staring at everybody (with her autistic murderous eyes). She looks less like Sonic design wise than og Metal Sonic. She considers herself a Robot Hedgehog but not a hedgehog. She like stares ominously at Anton when he's hassling Nikki and maybe puts a hand in front of him to stop him, but doesn't otherwise intervene because she's mostly doing it on principle.

Maria and Shadow are fine! Maria was raised underground w/ Shadow and took over the company when Gerald got shot. They take Kaiba and his brothers place. Maria cut ties with the military and rebranded as entertainment. She built a theme park that's like the only place she can be safely. She always sits in sunlight. Shadow is Maria's little brother and he's completely devoted to her to the point of signing away his autonomy, but Maria wants to give him the world and would never dare to take away his free will like that because it's like her strongest belief. She's trying to push Shadow to more stuff on his own without her. Sonic knows about the irony of playing Shadow Games with Shadow and respects him. He goes "from one shadow to another, huh? Yeah. I get it." They have the millenium rod. Maria would never use it on Shadow but Gerald used it on both of them. Maria uses it on other people and tries to keep that knowledge from Shadow but he knows more than she'd like. Shadow is the one who actually duels. Too risky for Maria, considering all the things that could go wrong, and Shadow was literally built for this kind of thing, but she stills hates it. That's her specialest little guy he should be safe at all times :( Eggman takes the place of Pegasus. He wields the millenium eye (a single eye is a small price to pay for power) and believes strongly in the ideals of intellect and the human mind over nature. He was actually born after Maria, but when he was younger he accidentally threw himself into the Duel Monsters Dimension where time passes quicker. He was missing for like a year and declared dead. When he came back out as an adult he assumed a new identity, and with the instructions for how to summon duel monsters as well as a map to the eye in hand, started up this whole Duel Monsters card game business. He's rich now and able to work on his own projects, but he's stuck managing his monster empire and forced to be reclusive to avoid people looking too closely at his past. He heard of Maria when she built the theme park and was like, "Darn, I can't believe she got there first. Also, it feels strange that I'm older than here now. Back to villainy." He wants to collect the other millenium items to remove the limitations on his power and conquer the earth. Knuckles :) I like him. He takes the role of the Ishtar family. Idk too much about them to be honest, but the scale and guardianship of a sacred duty suits him perfectly. Ok ok. It's time to talk about the reason I came up with this in the first place.

*snapcube dub voice* Nikki the Hedgehog is a character from the Sonic Manga. He's my funny little guy! He's an anxious kid who wishes he were brave and isn't amazing at anything. But his big deal is that whenever him or his friends are in trouble, he transforms into Sonic. Sonic then effortlessly takes care of the issue and turns back into Nikki. Nikki is not aware of this, and he doesn't remember any of it. Here things are a little different.

Nikki is a highschool student who loves reading quietly and playing instruments and solving puzzles. He's friends with Amy, but his other attempts at making friends have always failed and he's kind of lonely. The puzzle he dug up from the corners of his Uncle Chuck's diner has been with him for years and gives him a sense of purpose. He often digs it out and fiddles with the pieces to calm his mind.

One day, he brings it to school with him like he usually does. It's after class has ended for the day, so it's just him, Anton, and the transfer student. He's working on the puzzle while waiting for Amy to meet up with him, when Anton tells him it's a waste of time. This is one of the few things Nikki will even try to stand up to him over (he often wishes he were braver) and they get in an argument. The transfer student walks into the hallway and flags down a teacher, who reprimands them for arguing and threatens them with detention for Anton not adhering to the dress code and Nikki for having a personal item (schools been cracking down on them lately) that distracts other students because it's made of wait, is that gold? Amy arrives and gets the teachers attention by telling him there's a bake sale around the corner and the other staff are hanging out there. The teacher lets them off with a warning and heads out. Anton is annoyed with Metal tattling to the teacher (THAT was her name!) and Metal makes angry beeps back. Amy's mad at Anton for arguing with Yugi in the first place. (basically it's about how they relate to authority and the rules. Nikki never challenges it, Anton always challenges it even when it would be unwise, Metal follows it and believes it to good, Amy works within it. Sonic's whole deal is he challenges it and knows how to get away with it. Having magical power and experience certainly doesn't hurt though.) Some stuff happens, the teacher catches up with them to punish them for before because he wants the puzzle (it looks like it's made of gold and he can sell it.) Anton picks Nikki up and runs away, and tells him that he's responsible for this and he needs to fix it. He adds that it's a good opportunity to learn all rules are bullshit. Nikki goes home and works on the puzzle, mind racing. He needs to have a solution by the time he sees the teacher again. But while he makes progress on the puzzle, enough finish it except for a missing piece (he must have dropped it when Anton picked him up), he only resolves to Do Something. Metal finds the piece and plans to give it back to Nikki. He calls Amy and Anton and asks them to meet him at the school.

Metal is heading to Nikki's desk to drop off the puzzle piece there when she sees three people outside the window... and a looming shadow converging on them. She hops out the window. It's time. The teacher (we'll call him Haruo) is not playing around anymore. He has a fucking knife. Anton fights, receiving cuts to his arms. Metal tries to block Haruo from attacking, but can't bring herself to strike a teacher she respected, especially when the law wouldn't take her side (she's a robot) (plus she still thinks this could be de-escalated). Amy tries to do the reasonable thing and call the police and her mom, but the police are useless and her mom is out of town. Nikki says he'll hand over the puzzle, stopping the fight. Metal presses the last piece into his hands as he walks by her. Nikki stands in front of Haruo, and asks for a few seconds to finish solving it. Haruo denies it, and advances towards Nikki, hands already reaching out, but... Does Nikki...

Really, truly, want to comply with people like Haruo his whole life? Nikki places the last piece. The world turns to golden light. It's Sonic! Everybody clap and cheer for joy. The activation brought him and his focus (Haruo) to a strange distorted version of the school grounds. He may not know much, not even his own name, but he knows that it's time to play a game and he's going to win. So. Neat things about Sonic. Nikki's quills are a light blue, he wears glasses, and he has bangs. Sonic's quills are Adventure dark blue, he does not wear glasses, and he has the Eye of Horus on his forehead. His quills shift from Nikki's color to his like it's just the light that changed, or like they've always been they color but you just didn't notice. The eye of Horus glows when he feels strong negative emotion. Fun fact! Nikki wished for a friend so he wouldn't be lonely, and he wished to be brave and strong to protect people. Sonic is both of those things. Also Sonic here is sooo fun. He's doesn't remember how to play the card game so he's just making it up as he goes. He wins his first Shadow Game by taunting Haruo until Haruo broke the rules. He got his name by boasting he'd beat his opponent (different game) faster than the speed of sound. He's a hero because he breaks the rules to protect people and is always looking for a better way to do things. Sonic at first thinks nothing weird is going on and that blipping in and out of existence with half remembered context is normal. He's like, "Yeah, so these are my friends, I'm playing a card game, and my name is *squints at smudged writing on the back of hand* Nicholas." He gradually figures out that someone else is doing stuff in between those periods while he's aware, and that he's tied to the weird bling around not-his neck, and that neither the person he's possessing or his friends have any idea. Also a lot of this is strangely familiar..... (Nikki has some idea. Nikki says good night to the puzzle and tucks it in every night. Nikki thinks that whatever is happening when there's danger is a good thing that should continue without any input necessary from him. He's like "None of my business! :)" Even though it totally is.) (This doesn't continue for too long, maybe half a season at most in show terms? He does get curios and start wondering what exactly is up.)

Tails! He's the little guy. So teeny. But haha wrong, this Tails wears sunglasses and calls people "wussys" for eating mushrooms! He's primarily Sonic's friend and meets him first- wait wait. it's important that you also know Tails has a motorcyle. or a car? all of this is canon to the manga btw. okay continue. -and thinks Sonic is really cool. He's the first person Sonic can really confide in about his situation, and he does so after Tails is like: so... why are you so different when you're not on stage? and Sonic is forced to go "Very simple, that is actually not me. Easy mistake to make." Tails is a fellow tournament duelist and spends some time playing duels with Sonic, and they both improve off each other. Sonic is glad that he can look into the stands and find someone cheering for him, and Tails is glad to have a cool older duelist who doesn't look down on him and who respects his skill. Btw, Sonic's doing that fucky Yami/Yugi thing where Yami assumes Yugi's name and friendships for his own. They keep hanging out. (Sonic introduces him to the rest of the group, and Tails, the wanderer- ohh my god, galaxy brain moment. In canon, Sonic is the nomad who can't stay in one place, while Tails will always be tied to his labs and his tech and Sonic/the Tornado. In this au, Tails is the cool guy wandering from tournament to tournament, while Sonic is literally and metaphysically tied to Nikki, his friends, and the puzzle. They swapped places.- anyways yeah Tails likes having people to show off for and crash with. The importance of a place that's always safe cannot be overstated.) Tails and Sonic can really let their guard down around the other, and when they call each other brother for the first time they explode the labyrinth they were trapped in.

Okay what other items are there. Uhh. Puzzle, eye, rod, scales, ring, key, and necklace.

Tikal gets the key. She's just chilling with knuckles don't worry about the timeline. Rogue gets the ring because its abilities are perfect for a fortune seeker like her. (Wait does this mean Rogue is gonna get possesed?! NOOO)

Silver and Blaze share the duties of the necklace. I was literally sitting here trying to think of a fortune teller in all of Sonic when I was hit over the head by SILVER YOU DOOFUS

Right so I think that's everybody. Omega will show up in due time- probably with guns blazing. I honestly don't know much about the plot of Yugioh, because I just started watching season 0 of the anime. Yes I've read rewrite fics but there's a lot of stuff in the anime you guys did not fucking tell me about. I like Miho :) I think the teacher from the 10th episode is a jerk who I would not like in real life, but I'm looking at the writers skeptically because it's not a crime to be a beautiful woman and if I were in a similar situation I also would have gotten frustrated with how the people around me treated me. I like the show so far it's a lot of fun. Yugi is three apples tall. They spent all their animation budget on the shadow game. I liked when the worms killed that man. Happy Halloween everybody! I hope you had a good spooky month. (If you liked this, consider following my main blog which is more general, or my side blog which is for my Sonic Prime x Amphibia crossover and will be more likely to contain analysis or writeups like this.)

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